#hope we get a renewal soon because i want to see the rest of their story!!

[bizarrelittlemew]

calling it right now that season 3 starts like this

#so confused about people saying the season finale feels like the end because to me it didn't at all #there's like 5-10 issues immediately set up for another season #they're in a happy place at this point because they've both realized their love is bigger than anything else #and makes it worth working on their problems together #the problems are still very much there #both of them have deep self esteem/self loathing issues that haven't been resolved in the week since ed woke up #ed doesn't know about stede's trauma #they haven't talked through anything #and they'll be shit at starting/running an inn lmao it's not gonna go well #and those are just some of the internal issues #then there's prince ricky and all the authorities that would very much like to get their hands on both blackbeard and stede bonnet #because stede just full-on kept using his government name after faking his death. nice one #the crew are not “gone” they're more like off to college for a bit but will probably run into trouble immediately #again because while they escaped to the ship they didn't eliminate the threat (the british empire) #it's not a forever goodbye #ok this got super long already anyway i have a whole fic marinading in my brain until i've finished these 4 wips i'm in the middle of ✌️ #hope we get a renewal soon because i want to see the rest of their story!! #ofmd s2 spoilers #ofmd s2 #ofmd #our flag means death

[froggy-demon]

Oh Deer - Part Four

A/N: thank you again for all of the support!! I had to rewrite this one a couple of times because I just couldn’t decide, I hope you like it <3 I’m so excited to share my writings and I’m so astonished every time y’all leave nice comments I love them so much, thank you!! All of that said, enjoy!

Chapter Summery: Lilly is treated to a glamorous night out under the Vs’ roof, accompanied by a familiar demon, angst and tension ensues.

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I rolled my eyes, again, and waved away the idea. “No way, we both know Alastor fucking hates me, he just hates Lucifer more I guess.” Angel was positive that Alastor was sincere in his display earlier, I was not quite as delusional though. “He quite literally said he was fucking around.” I added. Even if I found myself fascinated with the demon, I wasn’t so naive to think that feeling went both ways.

“Maybe, or maybe he just wanted an excuse.” Angel paused and had a look of realization on his face as he broke out into a smile. “If you want some real attention though, y’know the Vs are throwing that big party if Velvette ain’t already dragging you to it you could be my plus one! Val usually keeps me pretty fucking busy all night, but they are actually pretty fun. Lots of cute demons and free booze if you know what I mean!” Angle said with a wink and laughed. That’s not a terrible idea actually, get out a little and have some fun. My streak hasn’t been so great recently so I could really use a win on that front.

“Y’know that actually does sound fun. Velvette hasn’t brought it up at all yet so she probably won’t need me there, but I also don’t have anything to wear for it, I’ll need something new. I could use some retail therapy anyway.” I said and rested my head on top of the pillow in my lap smiling. I can’t believe I didn’t think of that! Angel lit up at the sound of going shopping.

“Oh I will make sure you are the best dressed demon in the whole fucking party, don’t worry about that tuts! We want something that will show you you off!” He held up his fingers like he was mimicking a camera taking pictures of me. “You got it all babe! The tits, the ass, the smile! They are going to eat you up, especially once I’m done with you!” He ranted making me laugh. I don’t think in my whole before and afterlife I’ve ever heard someone describe me that way. “I’m serious! Al will see what he’s missing tomorrow night!” Angel teased very proud of his scheme.

“This has nothing to do with him, but I do like that idea. As soon as I get off work we need to hit the shops so we still have enough time.” I said trying to plan out the next night. Angel agreed and we worked out the time table to make sure we would stay on track. Work, then shop, then hotel to get ready, then back across town to the party. Excellent, tomorrow night will be all about what I want, it’s been a while since I could say that.

After a couple more hours of giggling and gossip, like hearing allllll about how Husk and Angel made eye contact today and it was riveting, we settle down to fall asleep while the purple lights twinkled above our heads. I tried to calm my mind, but it raced just thinking about tomorrow. This party is for high profile souls, overlords and wealthy demons in hell, hopefully I don’t stick out too much, but I like to think I’ve learned a good amount from my work. Maybe it will be enough to actually go a whole night without thinking about the radio demon, I can only hope.

The next morning there was a renewed joy in my step as I walked down to the kitchen to make my morning coffee. It didn’t matter that it was far too early to be awake, or that I was about to be yelled at for the next ten hours of my day, no, I would do it all with a smile because today I actually had something to look forward to. I cozied up in a chair in the lounge with my mug and breathed in the steam while I watched the fire in the fireplace dance.

1-2-click 1-2-click 1-2-click

I can’t help but wonder what makes him need to be up so early, what business could he have at 4am? He walked through the lounge and I tried to hide the fact that I was watching by playing on my phone. I couldn’t stop myself from taking in the sight of him with curious eyes, he was less put together than usual. His ears were tucked back and he wasn’t wearing his waistcoat. It was an odd sighting for him to not have it on. Without it you could see his sleeve garters which gave him an almost rugged look like he had been pouring over his desk for hours, and then you could see his little deer tail. He didn’t greet me and I was not going to be the first one of us to say anything so he passed through the room quietly. After he did, I took another sip of my coffee. Maybe his broadcast had given him some sort of trouble, or perhaps he had been returning to his M.O. from before his absence of torturing souls he saw fit on the air. I don’t care to listen to his broadcasts, when anything important happens I will know either from sinstigram or Velvette yelling about it the next day.

After a few more minutes of enjoying the peace and quiet of the early morning hotel I cleaned my mug out and made my way to work.

Upon arriving I could tell I was going to have a few extra duties today. They were already decorating the main event space elsewhere in the building, I could tell by the exorbitant number of tables and decor being moved around through the halls, and if there is one thing Velvette loves it is to micromanage how something looks. I go up to the studio and start collecting my clipboard and the ever growing list of what must get done today. Between keeping tv personalities well dressed, reshoots for the launch of Velvette’s fashion line, and now the party I think I’m going to need a second pair of arms. I guess that’s what we have the studio aids for.

“I need the Art Director for Velvette’s line in the studio, we need to confirm details and revisions.” I spoke into my earpiece and waited for confirmation before moving onto the next task and then the task after that. Finally some time later Velvette joined us in the studio and started barking her own orders as well. I joined the collection of demons flocking to her side for their morning abuse.

“Fucking finally, Lilly I need you to make sure everyone to set downstairs before you leave today. Make sure you have the vision plan and everything else I had them work up so you actually know what the fuck you’re supposed to be checking. If a single fucking chair is at the wrong angle it is your fault. Me and Vox have put too much fucking work into this party tonight for it not to look right I need perfection from you today. Even the seven bloody deadly sins are coming so if anything is not exactly the way I fucking pictured it, your leash will become very short.” She ordered and I nodded quietly. “Until then I need the stupid fucking art director for my line up here now!”

“Yes Ma’am. The Art Director is waiting for you with the concept photos for final approval.” I stated. She smiled, not exactly rare, but not exactly common especially while she was working.

“Finally you use that fucking brain of yours to get shit ready before I have to tell you to. How refreshing! In that case find the makeup artists, they keep running off to hell knows what and I’m this close to snapping one of them in half to set a fucking example, ungrateful little shits!” And with that she left to yell at the next soul she could find.

I spoke into my earpiece again, “Creative Director for Events, where are you? We need to check in immediately.” Upon confirmation that they were downstairs in the event space I headed there myself and we went over the binders of planning and inspiration the Vs had laid out. The event hall was really more like a grand ballroom, as hypermodern as the Vs were, it would seem they still found charm in some old world aesthetics. With massive crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, white marble floors, and dramatically draped floor length windows, it nearly looked straight out of a period piece. The colors for the party were blue and black, sounds like Vox won that argument. The tables were being set up with black tablecloths and vibrant blue hydrangeas, I didn’t even know you could grow those in hell. There were demons running all around the space sweeping, bringing things in, decorating the stage, the bar, exchanging the drapes out to match the color scheme.

I checked every chair and table to make sure they were level, every centerpiece for dead flowers and leaves, the stage for splinters, the drapes for snugs in the fabric. “Do we have the staff apparel ready?” I asked the director. She was a short demon who was lizard like with one large eye in the center of her head.

“No, we hadn’t coordinated that yet.” Of course not. I mentally rolled my eyes, luckily costuming was my bread and butter.

“I’ll handle that then, how much staff will there be tonight?” I asked clicking my pen so I could jot in down. 100 serves, 10 bartenders, 5 bands, 45 miscellaneous staff on the floor, okay, doable. “Keep a handle on everything down here, I’ll track all of that down, do not let them fuck it up.” I said and she gave a polite nod. Awesome, 160 coordinated outfits, because that won’t take all day or anything.

I spent a good few hours tracking down various sizes of royal blue suit vests and dress pants, royal blue suit jackets, royal blue button up shirts and black ties, royal blue knee length skirts, shoes, but it was possible with the size of our costuming department. By the end of the day I had neatly organized racks of outfits for each position and each size with a skirt or pants option. Staff was just beginning to trickle in the door and I assigned a few studio aids to help make sure everyone had the clothes they required for the night. Before it was too late I did one last once over of the ballroom. Centerpieces were good, chairs good, all the ambient candles were lit, I could see the bartenders just beginning to organize the bars, the bands were setting up their equipment, I think I might have actually pulled this one off.

I breathe a sigh of relief and I finish triple checking my work. Everything is set in place which leaves only one more thing: myself. I handover to the Event Manager who has arrived for the evening and she thanks me for getting us here, something I’m not very used to hearing. I thank her and text Angel Dust that I’m on my way out the door at work and am heading out to pick out a dress. He immediately texts back that he is on his way to the front of the building as well and we will meet there. I gather myself and get there just as he is.

Angel is in good spirits as he links his lower arm with mine, which is still a bit tall for me, and we start wadding through shop after shop. We know we are on a time crunch, but Angel seems to have something very specific in mind. Finally after trying on at least two dozen dresses and probably half as many shops, when I step out of the dressing room his eyes light up and a big smile spreads across his face.

“Oh baby, that is the one!” He spins me toward the mirror and I can’t help but feel a little self conscious. “You are going to be turning heads all fucking night in this little number! We might need to hire security for you!” I laughed at the idea and attempted to pull the hem down just an inch more. It was a very short black, strapless dress with a wide square neckline and a low back. It came with a pair of matching black elbow length gloves and I could already imagine how I would pair it with accessories at home. He was right though, it looked stunning. It hugged every square inch of my body and admittedly had more cleavage than I was used to as it seemed to defy physics by still being supportive, it was beautiful.

“Angel, it might be too much, I don’t want to go overboard.” I said biting my lip, but I couldn’t stop turning in the mirror to see myself at every angle. Angel grabbed my shoulders and looked at me in the mirror.

“It’s perfect.” He assured. We bought it and took it home with just one hour left to get ready for the evening.

When he stepped out Angel was wearing a black version of his typical suit jacket and shorts, exchanging his pinkish red gloves for a baby pink pair and kept his thigh high boots, he looked incredible and I told him so, he nearly blushed for a second before lighting back up as we walked downstairs.

“Me? Fucking look at you! Little miss straight-laced, you look drop-double-dead-gorgeous tonight!” He beamed, this time it was my turn to blush. I had added a pair of dark tights and my royal blue Mary Jane shoes, with a delicate royal blue ribbon tied around my neck like a choker. I pulled my gloves up a little more to make sure they were all the way on before running a hand through my hair. I hope he is right.

“Thank you Angel, I try my best.” I said sheepishly. Angel instead upon stopping by the lounge where the rest of the group was gathered to say goodbye before we were off. We stepped into the room and I smiled awkwardly as Angel presented me, very proud of his work.

“I give to you, the new and improved Lilly!” He sang and motioned to me. Charlie looked surprised but happy, Vaggie was about the same, but had a hand on her girlfriend’s shoulder. Sir. Pentious had a light blush but reassured me that I looked very nice. Husk was trying to hide it, but absolutely eyeing Angel. Niffty squealed with joy and ram little figure eights around us manically giggling about how nice we looked. Alastor was nowhere to be found though. “Where’s the big guy? I said I needed everyone!” Angel frowned.

“Please excuse my tardiness, I too was getting ready for tonight!” Alastor chirped as he walked into the room. He was dressed very well, his suit looked new just for the occasion as it was a slightly deeper shade of red than his normal suit and it was more simple with a short tail coat and a chain across the chest and it had a very faint pinstripe pattern to it. He looked like he had gotten a fresh haircut and maybe it’s my imagination, but even his old cane looked a little fresher to match. As I finished drinking him in I realized his eyes were going over me in the very same way.

“Since when are you fucking going to a party that Vox is throwing?” Angel asked the demon who chuckled.

“Oh I wouldn’t dare miss it, so many important demons and souls there tonight. I couldn’t give Vox the chance to twist a narrative if left to his own devices! Plus,” he pulled a small paper from his breast pocket. “He invited me.” Alastor had a wicked smile on as he stuffed his invitation back into his pocket. Angel gave me a small look that told me this was news to him, as it was to me. I guess Alastor is an overlord and Vox does seem rather keen on him. Even if they are enemies, best to keep him close.

“Well, I guess we should all get going then.” I said and before I could turn towards the door shadows crushed over us and just as quickly as they appeared they dissipated and we were in front of the event room door.

•

As soon as I saw her in the lounge I couldn’t tear my eyes away. Her dress was the most revealing thing I’d even seen draped across her figure. The visual mixing with her timid posing made something within me tick. Every curve was on display, the dress hardly covered her ass as the hem just barely brushed the top of her soft thighs, it scarcely managed to contain her chest if she didn’t have perfect posture it could be quite the display, her exposed back left her looking delicate and accessible. An anger burned in me, traipsing through a gala in such a vulnerable position, she should be locked away from such prying eyes where only I can look upon her form like this, where I can revel in it. The gentle look in her eyes made my mind race. How dare she look like that and yet so innocent at the same time, I wanted to ruin that innocent look, I wanted her eyes to hold nothing but pleasure and lust as I did so. If a soul should so much as hover their eyes over her a moment too long I might have to restrain myself from slaughtering them. As we walked into the event room Angel was quickly called away but Valentino, who blew us a sarcastic kiss from across the busy room. My eyes stayed trained on her though, she would not be leaving my sight tonight whether she knew it or not.

•

Alastor seemed in no rush to find any friends as he walked behind me through the crowded space. Hundreds of demons and overlords and hellish elites mingled around me. I secretly enjoyed his company, but me and Angel had agreed that tonight was about me and as much as I was intregued by Alastor, I knew that went one way. “Alastor, if you are going to accompany me tonight,” I turned and flashed a smile at him. “Would you perhaps be able to hunt down a drink for me to sip on? It’s awfully warm.” I asked, anxiously adjusting my gloves again. He casted his eyes across the room before answering.

“Why don’t you join me, My Dear? We’ll find it together. Then I can brief you on who not to talk to.” He stressed the end of his sentence like it was very important I don’t meet certain souls in attendance tonight. He reached to place a hand on my shoulder blade to guide me forward but I stepped to the side.

“Please Alastor, I’ll find my way to somewhere quiet until you return, I’m a big girl.” I teased a little and batted my eyes at him. I don’t know what his deal was tonight, maybe he had more foes than friends in attendance, but still I know how to get out of a sticky situation when I find myself in one, especially here.

“I insist, I wouldn’t want to abandon a lady at an event like this, who knows what kind of unsavory figure could swoop in.” The static crackled off his voice at the beginning. I felt his hand meet my shoulder successfully. His eyes burned into mine and I felt there was danger that I wasn’t aware of. I gave in and slowed to allow him to guide me towards the bar. It was quite busy and in the crowd my back was nearly pressed against his chest as we walked. I could feel the heat coming off in him, he smelled like fresh rain in the woods. I kept my hands clasped in front of me and kept a polite smile on as we finally reached the edge of the crowd for my drink.

Alastor left my side by less than two steps to order me a drink, I took the chance to look around the room. There were hundreds of finely dressed demons in attendance, a part of me was very pleased to see everyone enjoying the space I had helped to create and so far not a hair out of place.

“For you, My Dear.” He said graciously as he handed me my glass, if I remember the menu correctly this is a mermaid mule, giving it a violently blue color. “Now I think it’s about time we start making the rounds to say hello, don’t you think?” He grinned and placed his hand back on my shoulder blade as we reentered the crowd. It wasn’t really a question that explain answer. I looked up at him from the corner of my eye, he was quite cautiously watching the crowd. I couldn’t tell if he was looking for anyone in particular or not, but his mind certainly had a goal it was focused on.

“Alastor, I appreciate the escort, but really I was hoping to be on my own tonight.” He did not bother to look at me, but he did seem to see someone he wished to talk to as we gently started heading a different way. “I fear you might not be the most suitable wing man.” I teased trying to smile at the taller demon.

“I’m afraid not, besides please allow me to introduce you to the darling Rosie, overlord of cannibal town!” He motioned to the women just a couple of feet ahead of us now. She was tall and remarkably pretty even with her hollowed out eyes and her sharp teeth she managed to look friendly and lively. “Rosie! A pleasure as always!” Alastor sang.

She turned and lit up upon seeing him, waving us over. “Alastor darling, it’s so good to see you! Who’s this little number you brought along tonight? You better keep a close eye on her. I could eat her right up!” Her smile reminded me of his, but it was more sincere. She spoke with a very old dialect, but it left me thinking she ought to be sipping tea on someone’s porch with a novel in her hand. I returned her smile and Alastor introduced us.

“This is Lilly, an associate of mine from Charlie’s hotel.” He said and Rosie gave a small applause.

“It is very nice to meet you Ma’am, I am very lucky to be a resident under the princess’ trust. I hope you are enjoying the evening, I helped put it together, so please feel free to let me know if there is anything at all you need. I am positive we can make it happen.” I offered and she giggled.

“Oh such a sweetheart, you are! What a very nice swaray this is turning out to be, thank you! I can’t imagine need anything not already provided!” She assured me and she and Alastor continued to talk for a few more minutes. I watched Alastor as he did, he seemed to genuinely enjoy her company, it was a nice look on him, but his ears would twitch every so often giving away that he was still on high alert.

Eventually Alastor excused us, in search of another overlord to greet. We repeated this pattern a few times, one even joked that if Alastor was going to keep such a close eye on me he needed to put me ‘under contract’, or he would. I felt Alastor’s claws ever so slightly press themselves a little harder into my skin and his laugh was clipped. Once we had a moment to ourselves again I scanned the room for Angel or Valentino, I hadn’t seen him since our arrival, but with no luck. I did however spot another V. I could see Vox chatting up an interesting looking demon, he was tall and owl like and dressed quite regally, I recognized him as Stolis, rumor had it he did love daytime dramas so I guess I can’t be too surprised.

“Alastor, maybe I should go find Angel, just to check in on him.” It almost felt futile, of course I enjoyed Alastor’s company, and the feeling of his hand sent electric currents through my skin, but it also felt hopeless to think that he was thinking what I was thinking. Thinking about how he had looked so delightfully disheveled this morning, how he might look beneath his well tailored clothes, how the heat of his body might fully wash over mine, how his hand might feel elsewhere. It wouldn’t take more than a couple skilled movement to have me out of a dress like this and I was sure he was skilled. I nearly blushed at just the passing thought.

•

It took all the strength I had to not sink my claws into her. Why did she want to walk away so badly, I have been nothing but the perfect gentleman all evening and still she is not content. I flicked my eyes back down to hers, I could smell a faint scent of attraction from her, how sweet it smelled. Maybe I could use that to keep her close. Clearly she wanted some kind of attention tonight, I could give her a little taste. “Do I bore you? I apologize if meeting so many people was overwhelming, but it would have been rude not to.” I grinned, I allowed my hand to drop to the bottom of her back, just above her dress. “I appreciate your cooperation, truthfully,” I walked us forward and bent down ever so slightly so I could whisper into her ear. I could smell the perfume of her attraction better here, her back was stiff and I could see her chest rise and fall with every deep breath she was taking. “I don’t trust a single soul here to be alone with you, My Dear.” I said, my tone was soft but I couldn’t help the static creeping into my voice. It was true after all, none of them deserved to even lay eyes on her.

She looked up at me with sweet wide eyes, “Is that why, Alastor, you’ve kept me on such a short leash tonight?” She asked. Oh I would love to put her on a leash. “Afraid I might find a new overlord to pester?” She smiled at her own jab. “Don’t worry, I was just hoping to find a little bit of, y’know, company tonight.” Her face flushed softly and felt that pit in my stomach grow.

She wanted some disgusting demon to see her like that, to touch her like that. The idea made me sick, and more so my anger grew. The image of her sprawled out, eyes so innocent and inviting, her hair like the halo she deserved on the pillow beneath her, for someone else? I had to control my anger or before I could explain myself we would be back in the hotel, back in my room, and I needed to be here tonight unfortunately.

And that reason was walking towards us now as my smile widened I was keenly aware of my hand moving to grip Lilly’s waist instead to keep her even closer to me.

•

Alastor’s grip was strong, I followed his eyes to see what he was looking at, surely what I said hadn’t upset him like this. Then it made sense, Vox. While they have been throwing punches from afar via broadcast this is the first time they will have seen each other face to face since Alastor’s return. Vox was in the same suit he always wore, but it at least looked a little better pressed today.

“Alastor! Has anyone ever told you it’s rude not to greet the host.” Vox remarked as he walked into range. “I didn’t think we were inviting just anyone tonight?” He laughed, Alastor produced his invitation from his pocket again.

“Why, you personally signed it. There was a kiss and a heart on my invitation just like you always did.” Alastor remarked, flipping it over between his fingers to prove it, making Vox scowl slightly. I held in a giggle. His annoyed eyes landed on me and I suddenly wanted Alastor’s shadows to whisk me away from here. Work is one thing, I tolerate whatever abuse the other two Vs wish to throw my way as politely as I can to keep Velvette happy, but I’m not working now, and my back is against the chest of the soul Vox might just hate the most in all of hell. The other part of me wants to stand tall, who says I can even rely on Alastor for defense here, he’s so hot and cold with me. “And Vel’s pet, what a combination! I must say Velvette has only had the pettiest complaints tonight so that is as close as a job well down can be for her, congratulations!” Vox held out a hand for me to shake. I wanted to look at Alastor for approval or an excuse, I really wanted to not have to shake his hand, but I did. An acute ringing appeared in my ears.

“Thank you, Mr. Vox.” I said plainly. There was tension in the air between the two, but they both remained polite. It would cause too much of a scene for them to duke it out here in public. I felt the anger pooling in Alastor’s muscles as it felt like he was entirely still, not even feeling the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed behind me anymore. I could feel his eyes bore into me, something I normally treasured, but now I couldn’t shake the animosity that was behind them even if that was not necessarily directed my way.

“I rather think red and black would have been a more flattering theme, but I guess blue is nice to some people.” Alastor quipped, adjusting his suit jacket proudly, Vox’s smile strained.

“It looks to me that someone prefers the blue.” Vox smirked and reached for the ribbon I wore around my neck, but before he could actually make contact Alastor moved us a step back. He held me with a force that threatened the delicate fabric of my dress.

“A gentleman would ask permission before reaching for a lady that way, and concede when she denies. Maybe you yourself are too modern for basic manners?” Alastor teased. His eyes burned bright red, contrasting his airy attitude and smile. I could feel his breath ticking the nape of my neck, under different circumstances I might let myself dwell on that feeling, I knew he was fired up. As bloodthirsty as Alastor may be, he has his values.

“You know I could introduce you to at least twenty demons here tonight who could show you a better time.” Vox couldn’t help but keep the irritation out of his voice as he stood with one hand on his hip, it almost sounded like a threat, I’m not sure if I wanted to know exactly what a good time entails for him. Vox played with Alastor’s protectiveness tonight. Ironically, here was someone who was basically offering me exactly what I claimed I wanted, but now that it’s in front of me and especially coming from him I had no interest. I was repulsed by the idea. I kept my back straight and tried to shake off Alastor’s grip a little, I don’t want to be intimidated by Vox right now. He doesn’t hold any direct power over me more than any other demon here. I’m sick of being pushed and pulled around so much.

“I’m plenty satisfied with my company. I’d like if you left us be now, I’m sure you can find time to taunt Alastor on any other day. We would like to enjoy the night.” I asserted. His plasma smile inverted. He looked like a petulant child being told play time was over.

“You’re welcome to reconsider, I’m sure Velvette would like-“

“Velvette does not care for my company, Mr. Vox.” I cut him off. I held back my shame thinking about her and forced myself to continue. “Goodnight, Sir.” He couldn’t hide his displeasure in my answer, clearly he had wanted to demean Alastor in some way by whisking away his date. He took two steps towards us, leaving just a foot of space in between. Baring his LED teeth he looked down at me.

“You ungrateful bi-”

“Be so kind as to let us get on with our evening wont you?” Alastor cut him off, static crackling off his words, he loomed behind me, his eyes practically begging Vox to push him further. He wouldn’t make the first move, but he wouldn’t step down once Vox did. Without looking past me Vox took a deep breath and straightened his tie returning to his dry smile.

“Enjoy the night. We’ll see you in the studio tomorrow.” Vox nodded in my direction with a glint in his eye. I stood in silence as he turned his back to us and rejoined the crowd.

I turned around to face Alastor. Part of me wanted to run away from here, be enveloped in his arms and just dissolve. Another part of me wanted his fingers to find somewhere else they could mercilessly sink into and to free me from my dress as we fell onto his bed. The part of me that won, however, was the part that looked at his angry eyes and smiled, requesting another drink. We could stay here if it meant he would keep holding onto me, if it meant he would continue to be just a step behind me no matter what, if it meant I was the center of his attention for a little bit longer. I knew I might have to pay for my disrespect in the morning, but that felt so far away at this moment. Right now I was safe, I was with Alastor, and that's all I wanted to think about. The ambient candle light danced in his eyes as he looked at me, and as much as he would hate to hear it, the contrast of the rich blue background only made his red hair and eyes look all that much more alluring.

He indulged my request and his grip on my waist was no longer lethal as he guided me to the closest bar in the event room. I ordered my drink and downed it to try to steady my head. Alastor gently hummed along to the band playing while leaning his back against the bar a little, he looked content and for a moment he almost looked like a regular person enjoying his night. If you wanted you could imagine him in life, whatever that had looked like, it was haunting.

“Alastor, would you dance with me?” I asked, unable to keep a smile off my face at his display. He stood up and took one of my hands in his and his grin grew as he gave me a small bow.

“Of course, My Dear, I’d be delighted.” He replied and we joined the dance floor not far away. I was, unfortunately, not a terribly skilled dancer, but Alastor led and I was able to follow. His arm snaked around my waist while the other kept my hand, my free hand rested on his shoulder. His eyes consumed me and I savored it. We had been close all night, but for the first time the proximity felt purposefully intimate. I nearly couldn’t bear the way he looked at me, half lidded eyes slowly raked over my figure before landing back on my own eyes. I wanted him to say something. Beside the fact that I was heavily focused on not tripping over my own feet, my heart raced and I’m not sure I could muster anything worth saying. This was the closest thing I could call a confirmation that he might be thinking what I’m thinking. Maybe he had been all night, maybe that was why he couldn’t let me out of his grip for more than thirty seconds. Or maybe he just liked putting on a show.

I was able to match his steps as we spun around the floor. He had a slightly softer smile playing on his lips. I hoped my nerves weren’t showing through in my smile, I felt like I had it under control, but as I held his gaze I wasn’t so sure my eyes were on my side. “You are a marvelous dancer, no need to worry, you are doing perfectly fine.” Alastor cooed, thinking that must be what’s caused my anxiety. I allowed myself I look past him for a moment to collect my thoughts. I wasn’t even an okay dancer, but it is sweet he would say so.

“I think you are the first dance partner of mine to say that. I stepped on many date’s toes unfortunately in life.” I admitted. Back in my dancing days I quickly fell down the rank of ladies at work to take out, I might be able to make you laugh but that’s about all I was good at on a date.

“Maybe the problem was more so with the partner.” Alastor said and twirled us around. “I seem to have no such problem.” He pulled me ever so slightly closer to him, my chest nearly against his. He was right, I hadn’t actually had much of a misstep at all. He was an excellent dance partner. He knew how to lead and to help me stay in time with him. Alastor gently guided my waist in the direction changes, or gave my hand a gentle squeeze. We were working in tandem quite gracefully.

The song came to an end and I wished it would last just a couple of minutes longer. Alastor released me and gave a slight bow, he was completely serious but I couldn’t help from giggling a little. Such a gentleman tonight. His hand returned to my shoulder blade and we melted into the crowd again. I thought about Alastor more, he is difficult, but it just makes me want more of him. I never know what I will get with him and as frustrating as it is it is also alluring. I pulled up the tops of my gloves a little, just to busy myself, as I caught my breath. I almost felt cold now without the heat of his body so close to mine, even though he was just a few inches further away than he had been it was enough for a chill to sweep through me. I hugged myself a little to compensate and blushed slightly when I realized how pronounced it made my chest. Almost immediately I felt a warm soft fabric cover my shoulders. I looked down at it as I pulled it closer to me and realized it was Alastor’s suit jacket before looking back at him.

“You looked cold, understandable given your attire, we wouldn’t want you to catch a chill now would we?” Alastor offered before I could even question him with a pleasant smile on his face. I smiled back.

“Thank you, though I paid good money for this dress, I ought to show it off. I don’t know when else I’ll ever get the excuse to.” I said and soothed the hem of my dress that just barely came down long enough. I moved to shake off the jacket, but his hand on my shoulder kept me from doing so.

His smile widened. “I think you look particularly lovely just like this!” His voice rang in my ears. Such a protective gentleman. I couldn’t help but to want to tease him.

I shrugged off his hand and his jacket, offering it back to him. “Please, Alastor, I insist.” He begrudgingly took it back and slipped the jacket back on, adjusting his cuffs. I looked up at him with shy eyes as I slowly traced my hands over my silhouette, seemingly to soothe my dress to anyone else. I watched as Alastor’s eyes followed my hands. “Thank you, I think I look rather nice, don’t you?” I asked sweetly. His eyes flicked back up to mine before I spun a little to give him a better look. His grip on his cane became tight. He looked at me like I was prey he was stalking in the forest, absolutely trained on me watching what I would do next. It burned into me and I loved it.

“You look very nice, My Dear. I think you know that.” He said, his voice was clipped, but not dangerous. I smiled. It was fun to get under his skin a little, especially given how he does it to me.

“Maybe, but I was just curious if you also thought so. You look quite handsome yourself, I rather like this suit on you.” I teased and adjusted his lapels a little. I could feel his breath again on the top of my head as I did so and when I looked at his eyes they were glowing a deep ruby color. His hand curled around my wrist, plucking it off of him. I could tell he was trying to decide exactly what to say, so I continued to press him. “Oh, does the touching only go one way? You’ve had your hands on me all night. I thought I might return the favor.” My heart was pounding in my chest as I looked at him. My vision darkened and for a moment all I could see was the glowing of his eyes and his crazed grin. When it lightened back up I knew I was back in the hotel, but in a room I had never seen before. My eyes found the forest that looked like it had been patched onto the room and I knew. This must be Alastor’s room.

The confidence I had held just seconds ago evaporated upon the realization. Alastor gently guided my chin so that my gaze was directed back at him. I knew my eyes were wide and my heart thudded against my ribs as I wasn’t sure if I should be terrified or thrilled, or both. His ears were flat against his head as his eyes drank me in one last time. “You have no idea what you’ve been doing to me tonight.” His voice came out low and no louder than a whisper. One of his arms wrapped around my waist like when we were dancing, but now his claws nearly pierced my skin through the delicate fabric of my dress. He held me close there, I had no answer.

Alastor used his other hand to slowly run the sharp edge of a claw along a path from my jaw, down my neck, over my shoulder, then across my back. My skin hissed at the sensation, it wasn’t even enough to truly break the skin but it sent shockwaves through my system. I stood perfectly still, I wasn’t even sure if I was breathing. I wanted him to just tell me, tell me if he craves me the way I crave him or not. I wanted more of his touch, but I was in no position to demand such a thing.

“As soon as I saw your little getup tonight,” He started to explain, deliberately fiddling with my dress’ fabric. “I wanted to whisk you up here, keep you away from any other soul who might see you in such a state.” I felt my face growing increasingly warm as he combed his free hand through my hair. “I didn’t think they deserved such a sight, but I didn’t want to upset you, My Dear, so I settled for keeping a close watch over you.” I melted into his touch as he held my cheek in his hand while he spoke. “I restrained myself then, but you have pushed me too far.” Alastor leaned his head in closer to mine, until our foreheads almost touched. His eyes were still a glowing deep red. “I’ll tell you a secret. All night I have been able to smell the lust pouring out of you, and right now is the strongest it’s ever been. You smell so sweet.” his neck dips even lower and his lips threaten to brush against my neck, the promise of sweet kisses tantalizing close. I could hear the sound of my blood pumping through my veins, I was hyper aware of every inch of my body that Alastor was touching, my muscles screamed for me to do something. Either run away or grab him and never let him go, waiting was torture. “You have to go.”

My mind raced. Alastor wanted me to leave? We were still tangled together, he made no real move to let me leave. My body ached for more of his touch, I desperately wanted more. I didn’t want to leave this moment. “Please, let me stay.” I begged, my voice breathy almost as if I was gasping for air. I didn’t need air, I needed Alastor. He slowly straightened back up and released his grasp on my waist. My skin hissed at the lack of his heat, the dewy scent of him retreating as he took a step back. He did not raise his eyes to meet mine though, instead his voice was low and gravely, charged with static and energy as he commanded me again.

“Leave.” It was not a question. I held myself back from arguing with him and backed away towards the door behind me. His shadows pooled around him on the floor. Some seemed to deliberately run in my direction as if to grab me and pull me back but any time one headed my way another would smack it back. I watched Alastor while my back was still waiting to find the wall. He was not his normal composed self, no this was raw. He almost looked ashamed, yet angry, searching for something to take that out on. I would pray for whatever creature he takes that out on if I thought it would help. The heavy rise and fall of his chest gave away just how agitated he had become.

Finally my back pressed against the wall while my hand began to search for the doorknob. I couldn’t look away, I couldn’t speak, I could barely move. Did I do something wrong? Can I fix it? I don’t want to push him too hard, but it gnawed on me, if I’d caused this outburst I want to make it right. I opened my mouth to call out his name, but before the first letter could fully form a shadow shot out to me, wrapping itself around my throat and jaw. I froze, I’ve been in the position before and did not want to make him more angry. Alastor slowly turned towards me, his breathing was labored and as he lifted his head I could see a gruesome grin on his face.

“I. Said. Out.”

I was forced backwards by the force of his shadow and only was able to disconcert the sound of his door slamming back shut as I realized I was now on the other side of it. I had fallen back from the force and found myself just staring up at his door. I suddenly felt small and alone here. Just a minute ago I had been the center of Alastor’s universe as we danced and now I was thrown aside and shut out. I wracked my brain for what had set him off so terribly.

I remembered his words, he had confessed to being attracted to me, and knowing I was attracted to him, it felt humiliating. I had felt so exposed and vulnerable in that moment, he hadn’t technically rejected me, but it sure felt like he had. My confidence had crashed. I wanted to curl up and die. I also wanted to march back in Alastor’s room and scream at him for making me feel this way, for building me up just to crush me in the end. Hot tears stung the corners of my eyes, but I forced them away. I don’t want to break down, instead I redirected the energy. You want me to leave? I’ll leave alright.

I slowly pulled myself back up and dusted off my dress, fixing myself and taking a long deep breath for comfort.. I cast one last hurt glance back at Alastor’s door and headed downstairs.

Shame, humiliation, and confusion swirled in my mind, perhaps distorting my decision making capabilities. I debated my next move, but I wasn’t in the headspace to think wisely. My feet carried me forward as if the speed of my steps could out pace these feelings. Soon my heels were clicking down the grand staircase outside the front door while my nails dug into my palm, my gloves didn’t protect me. I wasn’t sure exactly where I was walking, but I eventually found myself down an all too familiar path.

I could see the massive glowing light of the Vs’ studio signage even though I was still a solid mile away. It was as daunting as it always was, the blue neon looked like a bruise on the hellish red sky. It was fitting. The place that I looked forward to leaving everyday was suddenly a constant I could cling onto. I knew exactly where I stood here, I knew what to expect, what to do, how to act, who to be. I was thankful for that role, thankful for the rock it gave me to sink my nails into in order to hold onto something, anything, that made me feel better. Here I didn’t have to be myself and everything that entailed, I could simply be Velvette’s errandgirl, someone who did not care what that deer demon was doing back at the hotel right now. Someone who didn’t dwell on whether or not she would be able to bring herself to look into his deep ruby eyes the next time they met. Someone who didn’t miss the way he looked at her back in the ballroom with a playful possessiveness as the candle light danced behind them. No. I would be too busy for any of that.

I straightened out my back when the building came into focus drawing on a polite shy smile.

Quietly, I rejoined the event space. The party had of course continued in my absence, none the wiser to my personal angst. I cast my eyes about the room in search of Angel, unlikely as it was I couldn’t help myself. A friendly face would be nice right now, but no such luck. So I took a step forward, ever still conscious of my looks and of the crowd, and made my way back towards the bar. Alone this time, but the night was just beginning.

Tags: @cannibalcoyote

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor x oc #alastor x reader #hazbin hotel fanfic #radio demon #slow burn #alastor fanfiction #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel oc #radio demon x reader #x reader #hazbin hotel Alastor x reader #angst

[silverstagspirit]

Where have you been?

The start of a new series. Where Yuu has finally come home after a year in Twisted Wonderland and reunites with thier family. But things don't go back to normal though, people become suspicious about where they've been because they won't tell.

Warnings: None.

A/N: I'm still new to writing stories, this Yuu is intended to be GN but I apologize if I make any mistakes. This Yuu has an older brother, a mom and a dad. I don't know how to write younger siblings so I didn't include one.

Gif by WiffleGif

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Yuu had made many friends in Twisted Wonderland. Their fighting spirit never ceases in their quest to get home. They had earned the respect of others and discovered amazing things on the way. Their fighting finally paid off when one day, the mirror announced that it had found a way home for them. At long last, they would see their family again.

"We'll find a way to keep in touch right?"

"I'm sure we'll figure something out. You go back to your world Yuu. Take care of yourself."

"Thanks Ace."

"You know you mean a lot to us Prefect. We respect your decision to leave and we'll never forget you. I wish you the best."

"Thank you too Jack."

"Bye minion. The Great Grim gives his praises to his most useful henchman."

"Goodbye Grim. Remember to study well."

With thier last words to them said and done, they stepped through the portal.

-

Stepping through the portal, their senses were lit up with a myriad of different colors before they felt themselves moving at breakneck speed. They were going so fast, yet they couldn't will themselves to scream. But then, just as fast as it started, it stopped. Yuu opened their eyes to find themselves in front of a large mirror in an old, abandoned house. They got up and looked around. The house looked as decrepit as Ramshackle when they first arrived in Twisted Wonderland. Albeit much smaller, more like a log cabin.

Going outside, they were met with the sight of a forest all around them. There was a path leading from the porch to somewhere covered in foliage. After clearing the thick brush with their bare hands, they uncovered another path. This one is leading much farther than before. Following the path down the hill eventually led them to a road. Not wanting to go back to the cabin, they made the decision to follow the road and hope it would lead them somewhere where they could get help. The thought had crossed their mind earlier that maybe it wasn't the right place. In that case, they made a mental note to remember their way back to the cabin if things got hairy.

Yuu walked for many hours. Their feet began to hurt. The mirror had replaced their NRC uniform with some other plain pair of clothes and a scarf. They were given some type of gum boots as shoes. which were convenient for when they were trekking through the brush, but now they were getting hot and uncomfortable the more they walked. They were grateful for the scarf, though, as well as the long sleeved outfit. There was quite a strong breeze blowing that made them shiver. The scarf also doubled as a way to keep prying eyes off of the scar on their neck left behind after Riddle's overblot.

It was after this thought that they came across a river near the road. With big rocks surrounding each side that made quite the photogenic spot. Yuu was utterly exhausted at this point, so they saw no harm in taking a small rest. They lurched their way to the river's edge with renewed motivation. Remembering a wilderness survival technique from their brother, they made sure to stay away from the still water that might be stagnant. Yuu made sure they didn't drink too much water because they did not look forward to having to pee in the bush if they didn't find a town soon. They even took off their boots and socks to dip their feet in the water.

Sometime later, they dried off, put their shoes back on, and continued on their way. It was all going fine until later they noticed something. It was starting to get dark, which made Yuu fidget nervously. It spelled bad news to be caught in the dark at a time like this. Thinking this, they quickened their pace. All the walking eventually led them to a street sign. The sign had many names on it, but there was one that stood out to them. The name of their town. There was a fork in the road with three ways to choose from. So they set off in that direction.

After about 5 minutes of walking, they were met with the sight of their town. They felt a huge wave of relief, knowing that this was the place. Remembering the way to their house, they continued their journey. It was now dark at this point. Down the hill and through the familiar roads they went. Some cars drove by, but they didn't need to flag them down at this point, for they knew where to go. There were no people out during this time of night. They were all in their homes. Making the atmosphere even more tense when they got to their street. They could see their house from here. They were almost there. Yuu crossed the road and walked up to their home.

The lights were still on, and they could hear people talking. The weight of the fact that they were finally here after half an entire year was now settling in. And they began to panic silently. What do they say? What will they say? After some breathing techniques learned from Vil, they stepped up to the door. They couldn't find their voice to speak yet, so they knocked three times. No answer. So they knocked again. A bit louder this time. This time, they heard something: footsteps coming up to the door. Yuu held their breath when the door began to open.

"Hello. Can I help yo-

CRASH

The glass their mother had been holding was now shattered and forgotten on the ground as she stared at them. Yuu couldn't make eye contact, but they knew she was shocked speechless. The commotion caused two more sets of footsteps to approach.

"Honey, what is i-

Their father and their brother appeared behind their mom and stopped dead in their tracks. They had the same looks on their faces as their mom. They kept staring at them as though they were an impossible thing. There was a moment of complete silence as they stared at them.

"...um...hi, I-

All of them ran towards Yuu at once. They hugged them like they would disapear if they didn't hold tight enough. They were all crying. Yuu stood there frozen. They themselves began tearing up. Then, for the first time since Twisted Wonderland. They let the tears roll down. They cried in their family's embrace and let the stress out. They could hear their parents mumbling words to them. However, they didn't have the energy to decipher it. They kept crying into their mother's shoulder, tears soiling her blouse. They eventually cried themselves to sleep, and their dad took them to their bedroom, the bedroom they had not slept in for months, and lay them on thier bed. They stayed with them for a while until they, too, had to go to bed.

Yuu was finally home.

-

Meanwhile, in Twisted Wonderland, the boys were already beginning to feel Yuu's absence. Even those who claimed they didn't care had a small pain in their chest when they were not there. It was during these moments when they wondered if they would ever see Yuu again...

And if there was a way for Yuu to come back.

PART 2

Taglist: @twisted-wonderland-but-gayer @naughtybodypillow

#twisted wonderland #twst #yuu #twst mc #bittersweet fluff

[ingravinoveritas]

Hi! need some reassurance here. Am i the only one who is sad because we don’t know if we are gonna to see Michael and David working together again? Between the strike (which I totally support) and amazon not renewing GO, nothing is certain right now. I just miss them, i miss the interviews and i need new content. Note aside, I really don’t like the personal content that GT is posting on IG, like the video of David at the festival. Maybe it’s because I’m still new to the fandom and I’m not British, so i’ve a very different kind of humor, but her content somehow irk me… I don’t know. And don’t let me start talking about AL: she seems so phony and rude and i get nothing but bad vibes from her. Why does she always mock Michael’s appearance? I know, it’s none of my business 😅 So yeah… sorry about the rant!

Hi there! Grouping these together, since I'm a bit overdue in addressing some of this.

So as of this writing, the WGA strike has been resolved (hooray!) and the writers are back to work (including Neil, whom I believe is returning to writing GO season 3). SAG-AFTRA (of which Michael and David are both members) is continuing its strike, however, but hopefully it will also be resolved soon.

That said, I am definitely with you in feeling sad about not knowing when Michael and David will work together again. I believe the renewal for S3 is still pending, so it is indeed a time of uncertainty. My hope is that if/when the SAG strike is resolved, we might perhaps get some interviews with Michael and David that we otherwise were unable to get when GO 2 first came out. It may be too late to promote the season, of course, but we have to remember that earlier this year, Michael was popping up on nearly all of David's TV appearances (The Last Leg, Have I Got News For You), so even if a formal project isn't currently in the works, it hopefully won't be too long before we have the chance to see them together again.

To the rest of your Ask and @phantomstars24's, I've had multiple people asking me about what happened with Anna and her being called out, so for those who might've missed it, what occurred was that two weeks ago, someone left a comment on one of AL's Insta posts (the one with the photos from the "family holiday" in Sweden the weekend prior) calling her out for her repeated comments about Michael's appearance over the last few years:

Several comments from people defending AL/attacking the commenter followed these, and the next morning, she responded with this comment (not on the chain of already existing comments, but separately):

My initial impression was to be surprised that she responded at all. If the callout commenter's words truly meant nothing and weren't worth responding to, why say anything? But AL chose to reply, and that was her decision, so here we are. What is strange to me, though, is that she also chose to flat-out lie about something easily provable, given that her comments about Michael's appearance have all been well-documented on her Insta and Twitter over the past three years.

The second thought that came to mind is that this seemed like another attempt on her part at being Georgia--i.e., wanting/trying to give a witty "clapback" to a criticism. Instead, her comment comes across as insecure and insincere, with "magnificent hair growth" being a particularly egregious example of laying it on thick (who even talks like that? No one talks like that.). I was truly surprised to realize this comment was written by an almost 30-year-old woman, as it reads more like a teenager having a fit--though in fairness, there are plenty of teenagers who are far more mature than this.

There is also the notion that we are or somehow should be jealous of the "banter" in her and Michael's relationship, except that this misses two key points. One, that it's one thing for Michael to be self-deprecating about his looks--and that even if he is, it doesn't mean he doesn't feel hurt and is therefore possibly making those comments as a deflection--but it's something else entirely for her to make them. It speaks volumes about her character that she would see/hear him saying these things about himself and instead of wondering if he is okay, decides that it gives her the go-ahead to add to it and snark about his appearance. So many of us have felt self-conscious about our looks at one time or another, but without any response from him, it comes across less like "mutual banter" and more like "one person progressively making passive-aggressive cutting comments over time about the other." Which brings us to the second key point, which is that "in-jokes" are only funny to the people who are in on them, and similarly, banter is only mutual if we are able to see his end of it. The problem is, we never do. Michael does not interact with her on social media (even from his "private account," which many of us have known about for years, as he used to use it to interact with Kate, Sarah, and Lily all the time, yet he doesn't use it to interact with AL, for some reason).

Curiously, this would have been a perfect moment for Michael to do exactly that, or to say something on Twitter in her defense. Of course it is entirely possible that he felt he didn't need to say anything--which is his prerogative, just as it was AL's prerogative to respond. But it's quite interesting to realize that at the same exact time AL wrote that comment, Michael was on Twitter talking about touching David's chest and referring to him as the Thin Dark Duke, and then kept tweeting about GO fandom stuff for the next three hours. Choices.

All this to say that, in my opinion, there was nothing genuine or graceful about AL's comment. And again, you could say well sure, she felt attacked, so there was no obligation to stand on ceremony or mince words. It's just interesting that her comment went in the direction of defensive and sarcastic instead of saying something like, "Michael and I love each other and can handle a bit of teasing." And I truly do hope Michael's fans who rushed to her defense take a step back and realize that she is not a nice person. This is not how a nice person, regardless of who they are dating, talks to other human beings. And she will never reply to them or thank them for doing so because to her, they are a means to an end.

In any case, there was a recap of the callout/clapback situation with AL, for anyone who missed it. To your comments @nightingalecottage, please do not apologize for ranting. As I've said before, I want my blog to be somewhere folks can have these discussions calmly and civilly, and I'm glad you felt comfortable enough to message me with your thoughts. And as always, I'm very aware that I could be wrong about all of this, so I urge folks to read what is here and decide for themselves. Thanks for writing in! x

#nightingalecottage #phantomstars24 #reply post #michael sheen #welsh seduction machine #david tennant #soft scottish hipster gigolo #choices #not all of them good #trying to provide a balanced perspective #but i will leave it to my followers to make up their own minds #also notice again that GT said nothing when AL was called out #the whole thing just gives the vibe of keeping up appearances #but what's the old saying: when someone shows you who they are believe them the first time #anna lundberg #discourse

[casualminerva]

"I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of eternity with somebody, you want the rest of eternity to start as soon as possible."*

Why GO3 needs to end with a holiday episode

This post starts, as it will end, with Neil Gaiman. Neil, allegedly, has said that Good Omens is a rom-com. Maybe his exact words were “love story,” but let’s not quibble. This piqued my interest because face it, rom-coms are few and far between right now (except for K-dramas, where they are plentiful and quite wonderful, if a bit draggy at 16 episodes). And in my mind the world would be a lot better right now if the Western media giants would stop greenlighting every stabby, bloody, nihilistic cop power fantasy that emerges from the sad resentful minds of perpetually adolescent cishet male producers, and run with romantic comedies by the bucketful, especially ones that will right the wrongs of the ‘90s rom-com golden era. 

Good Omens is one of those, definitely. Our lovers are non-human, gender fluid, older. But the rules of rom-coms are still in place. Season 1 had the meet cute, the clash of opposing life views that gradually softens, our couple being forced to work together with comic results, a brief traumatic separation, and a reuniting in mutual appreciation, if not love. 

Season 2 was the deepening of everything, the camera documenting their faces caressing each other, the mutual rescuing, the “our side won’t like that” restraints dropping, and all of a sudden they’re touching each other out of both affection and habit, until a shitty choice arises to end it all, with a climactic kiss punctuating a truly wrenching moment of, I don’t know yet if you can call it noble idiocy, but it was a wrecking ball moment that told us they’re gonna be separated, with their hearts and ours broken, for a good long time.

Now to S3 (please please Amazon, renew). Season 3 can go so many wild directions since we’re in Second Coming territory, but for our lovers, it’s going to be dreadful to watch them separated. Our hearts are going to be in our throats every time they’re potentially in the same scene together. We’re going to see them alone, doing their own thing a lot, as once again they try to save the world, this time without each other, perhaps on opposite sides.

So what is it that finally breaks impasses and brings rom-com lovers back into each other’s arms? It’s not sudden rain showers or cotillion balls, obviously. It’s the HOLIDAYS. Christmas and Hanukkah and the grandest of them all, New Year’s Eve. It's hard to think of a rom-com that doesn’t have a confession, reunion or long overdue kiss against the backdrop of tipsy NYE celebrants or the sight of snow through glowing windows. It's the ultimate serotonin release mechanism, it conquers worry, it heals heartache, it just -- works.

I can imagine Neil and John Finnemore having a wonderful time playing with, twisting and subverting the holiday trope, all the while using that same trope to delicately land the plane of Aziraphale and Crowley’s fraught relationship.

We already know that the subject of Christmas lights is a sticky wicket for the Whickber Street Traders and Shopkeepers Association. A possible incentive to get Aziraphale back in the bookshop? We also can guess the effect Auld Lang Syne, the most shamelessly sentimental song in any film in all of recorded history, would have on a certain Scottish-leaning demon who has watched his share of Richard Curtis movies. I hope the Bentley will play it for the two of them (not the bebop version though) because, well, vavoom. We will all be piles of sobbing goo.

There’s so much material. The birth of Jesus as a minisode (welcome back, Gabriel!), other biblical and religious stuff, carolers (demons or angels or both?), Dickens references, parties, dancing. Finally, a gentle snow transforming Whickber Street into a dreamland, as our two tired but eternally hopeful ineffable lovers reunite once again, worse for wear but a little wiser, put aside their differences for good, and seal the deal with a really, really fucking GOOD, LONG, KISS. 

So … anyway. I started writing this post as kind of a joke, but accidentally made myself a believer. Oh, and I said the post ends with Neil Gaiman, because it does. Every New Year, Neil writes a tender and beautiful message of love, hope, and new beginnings to his readers. Here’s trusting he does the same for Good Omens 3, and that God, wherever She is, blesses us, every one.

*Title quote pays homage to When Harry Met Sally, the greatest of all rom-coms (fight me).

#good omens #good omens 2 #good omens 3 #aziraphale and crowley #renew good omens #aziraphale #crowley

[leclerced]

I feel like this whole thing got released way too early, like a year too early. And poor Carlos. What’s gonna happen now? Alonso go to Merc given how buddy-buddy he’s been with George lately? Then Sainz takes the Aston Martin spot until Audi comes along? Idk lol, I think we are all in shock and processing. Others were talking about Albon to Merc too. Your opinion?

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i've been thinking and trying to gather my thoughts all day and i'm still confused. i feel like this has been building for months secretly because things like this don't just happen. i don't rly know anything im just gonna rant all my thoughts out and hope it makes some sense to u guys.

taking into account that charles apparently knew lewis would be signing, i have a feeling they started having talks with lewis and when it got serious they probably let charles know before carlos. considering charles said, hello lewis when asked who he wanted as a teammate, i think it could have happened before that. or he was just being cute. it would explain why charles was so friendly with max and redbull, showing them he had other options if he wanted to take them, in the same way them telling charles about lewis would be them showing him they have other options. so charles knows they're in talks with lewis, and he uses redbull as a bartering chip to get a better position within the team at ferrari, to get the contract he wants, and is guaranteed an out in the event the car is shit or he doesn't work well with lewis.

or he used redbull as a bartering chip and knowing they might lose charles, ferrari signs lewis and gets rid of carlos, as a backup plan for if/when charles leaves. charles said he'll be with ferrari for "many more seasons" or something like that, so i think he wants to play it by ear, go through with this season with carlos and at least one with lewis as a teammate to see how that goes.

i think they announced it so soon because once they had charles's and lewis's contracts signed, they have to let carlos know he won't have his contract renewed. they know that carlos will be talking with other teams, so it's better for ferrari/the media to announce it now and make it their narrative than to let carlos shop around for a new seat and have talks about him leaving ferrari. plus after charles's announcement, everyone was wondering when carlos's would be. plus the thing that first leaked about charles's contract said carlos's negotiations had stalled, which makes me think lewis and charles's contracts were both signed recently.

imagine the rumors if we found out carlos was talking to toto behind closed doors and we didn't know about lewis moving to ferrari? we'd be wondering if george is losing his seat, if lewis is retiring, a million other things. knowing that lewis is joining ferrari and carlos is leaving sends a clear message. it looks better for them to make the decision to sign charles and lewis and kick carlos to the curb, rather than have it look like carlos left them and they had to go looking for drivers. stealing lewis from merc would look great in a post breakup glow up kind of way though. like, you left us but we have a seven time world champion in your seat now so good luck lol

i don't even know who could go to merc. i don't think carlos would, but maybe. love the idea of george and alex together to be honest!! i would love to see it !!! idk where carlos will go, i'm very curious what the rest of this season will bring and it hasn't even started.

#ask #anon #on pc cant tag emojis sorry! #tag later

[zablife]

Aurora Meets Rose

Rose Solomons x Aurora Sabini Changretta

Author's Note: Written for @raincoffeeandfandoms birthday event celebrating the Peaky fandoms' female OCs! Happy birthday, darling 🎈These lovely OCs are the brain child of @raincoffeeandfandoms (Rose Solomons) and myself (Aurora Changretta). I'm sorry it's so angsty, Flor, but Rose is the heroine here rescuing Aurora from a life of misery so I thought this was a nice tribute to your OC! I hope you agree. This will be part of a larger work titled My Sun, My Moon and All My Stars coming soon! (Based on this moodboard with a few changes.)

Warnings: mention of terminal illness, mention of domestic abuse, mention of blood

Rose expected someone quite different from the woman she was meeting today. She’d heard Aurora Changretta was a tigress, someone who never gave an inch to her enemies. However, the woman who stood before her bloodied and broken was not in a position to argue. She might listen to the plea on Rose’s lips so she began in earnest.

As Rose handed over a flannel dipped in cool water, she admitted what she wanted. “I’ll be blunt, Mrs. Changretta. My Alfie has cancer. He’s riddled with it. The doctors say it’s probably from the gas during the war,” she explained with furrowed brow as though she didn’t understand or believe the words that came from her lips. However, Aurora knew them to be true. They were the admission of someone who loved deeply and had not yet come to terms with an imminent loss. 

“I’m sorry,” Aurora responded. “But I don’t see how I can help,” she admitted.

Rose cleared her throat and straightened her shoulders, rising to her full height. “You can get that man out there to go home. Leave us in peace for the days we have left,” she asserted.

Aurora bit her lip to keep a bitter laugh from escaping. Instead she just shook her head. Taking a deep breath she turned to Rose and spoke slowly to make the other woman realize her predicament. “You think I tell him the ways of the world? No, he doesn’t listen to me anymore,” she admitted, dabbing at her wounds. “He has very little use for me these days,” Aurora admitted in a soft whisper.

“You’d die by his hand? Because that’s where you’re headed, love,” Rose warned, recalling her own difficult past. “Won’t you try?”

Aurora paused for a moment, a trickle of bloody water running down her elbow. This went against everything Aurora had ever been taught. You never spoke against your family, no matter what happened. Her parents ingrained that in her at an early age. However, her parents’ marriage had been one based on love and respect.

As she sat in the damp distillery, listening to the distant sound of machinery, she thought of her future with Luca and his intention to crush her beneath him became abundantly clear. He didn’t care for her as he once did. When the money and the resources were gone, he would dispose of her.

Finally Aurora mumbled one word into the darkness of the small room, keeping her voice low in case Luca was nearby. “How?”

Rose inhaled a sharp breath, chin rising suddenly with renewed hope to meet Aurora’s wide hazel eyes, full of questions and doubt. She knew how hard it would be to ask this of kind of trust from a stranger, but if she could convince her to take the first step, the rest would fall into place.

“We get you to Tommy Shelby,” Rose said confidently.

Aurora shook her head violently. “No, please. He’ll kill me.”

“He won’t. He’s not Luca,” Rose promised, rushing the rest of her speech for fear Aurora might bolt in fear. “This vendetta was started by the Changrettas and your husband is using your family to fund his war. Now he’s asking my husband to help. It won’t stop unless we say so. We can stop him, Aurora. Will you join me?” Rose asked, reaching for Aurora’s bloodied hand.

Aurora’s lip trembled thinking of crossing Luca, but she had had enough. If there was one thing her father taught her it was to fight for her own interests and she knew she still had fight within her. 

“Yes, I’ll help you,” Aurora agreed on a shaky breath, reaching for Rose.

“We’ll protect you, I promise,” Rose said, intertwining her fingers with Aurora’s stained fingertips. The blood that tainted her would soon be washed clean.

#Peaky Blinders fanfic #Peaky Blinders imagine

[flowersarefreetherapy]

You Are My Sunshine: drabble

CW: Flirting, slight innuendo, fluff!

“Alright, love, I’ll be back soon. I have that big presentation today and then dinner with Andy and Lisa, so I’ll be back later.”

“Alright, have fun.”

Thad doesn’t look up from the puzzle spread in front of him. The Dempseys gave it to him as a birthday gift. Ten thousand pieces and all of them weird shapes, sizes, and colors. The picture on the box shows a sky full of hot air balloons, but right now it looks more like modern art. 

“Thanks.”

Robin kisses his forehead. Thad glances up because they’re wearing his cologne and they never do that. Once he looks, he can’t turn his gaze away. 

Robin wears a dark brown jacket over their cream sweater, the one with the designs that look like curling branches. They’re wearing the typical khakis, but two gold chains loop from their belt, matching their hoop earrings. A few strands of hair frame their face, falling out of the messy bun held in place by two pins, and Thad’s fingers twitch at the thought of tucking it back.

“Everything alright?” they ask, looking strangely at him.

Thad coughs, swallows hard. “Um. No. No, everything’s fine.”

“Are you feeling alright?” They frown, the skin between their eyes furrowing. “If tonight is a bad night, I can stay here and we can watch a movie instead, I don’t have to–”

“I’m fine,” Thad whispers. But he could be slowly pulling those pins from their hair as they kiss so desperately they can’t breathe and he would lower them to the bed and kiss their skin as he takes off the sweater–no. They have things to do. “You’re gonna be late, don’t worry about me.”

“Honey, I’m always going to worry about you. You’re sure today is a good day.”

“I got to see you in those clothes, so yeah, today’s going great.”

Robin rolls their eyes. Thad hunches a little, wondering if he needs to grab a pillow. If they leave soon, it won’t be a problem, but they linger. There’s a gleam in their eyes that wasn’t there before.

“You like the outfit then? Think it looks good?”

They spin and damnit, the way the pants accentuate their ass is completely unfair. Thad swallows again and shrugs, trying to remain calm. 

“You look stunning, sunshine. You always do.”

“Hmm, good. Hoping to dazzle my audience so they don’t notice when I will mess up.”

“You’re not going to mess up. Your presentation will be the best.”

“Thank you, love.” Robin pulls up the hem of their sweater; frowning, but Thad can see the corners of their lips twitching. “I don’t know, do you think this is fraying?”

He tears his gaze away from the sliver of stomach so clearly visible and manages to shake his head. “No, it-it looks fine to me.”

Robin smiles at him, still holding up the sweater hem. “Thank you, love. I was worried for a moment.”

Thad coughs, his neck burning. “Perhaps I could, um, have a closer look? Later? Just to be sure?”

“Perhaps.” Robin smiles and gives a small shrug. “I think that would be a good idea. Maybe you should check the rest of the outfit then too, just to make sure everything is in good condition.”

“Yeah. Yeah, that sounds good. I-I like that plan.”

Already he can picture how he’s going to take off the sweater and where he will place the kisses along Robin’s stomach and chest. There are a few bruises there that need renewing. And their hair is longer, perfect for running his fingers through, and maybe, just maybe, he can get them to fully relax. 

“Besides, it’ll help me relax,” Robin laughs. They turn for the door and Thad swears that they are moving their hips far more than they normally do. Whether they are or not doesn’t matter, he’s looking intently at their ass anyway. 

“You’re going to do fantastic!” Thad calls after them. “I love you!”

“I love you.”

Robin blows them a kiss before shutting the door. Thad sighs, leaning back and staring at the ceiling. It’s going to be a long wait. 

Tagging: @pigeonwhumps @blood-is-compulsory (please let me know if you want to be added/removed!)

#just a cute little drabble for the weekend #sunshine house #thad #robin #flirting #fluff

[visdom444]

Egyptian Oracle Vibes: Renewal Through Creation

Hey guys heeeeyyy

So I used a different oracle deck today cause I was feeling feisty. The Egyptian oracle deck is honestly one of my favorites seeing as though... well we will save that for a different time. I pulled four cards and they are TAWERET-GENESIS, MEHEN-PROTECTION, HAPY-RENEWAL, ANUKET-HOPE.

Not gonna lie whenever I see Taweret I automatically think of child birth. When I was pregnant with my first she showed up in my room and was holding my hand lol. I was Astral projecting so I caught her and it was so funny because as soon as I almost seen her face she turned and put a wig on lmao. It was honestly the coolest thing I'd had ever experienced and at the time I had no idea who she was!

So for some you could be welcoming in a new member of the family! Congratulations if you are! I see someone being a huge support system for their sister or cousin! Someone could be wondering if its a boy and it is! And the dad that thinks its a boy its actually a girl lmao. You and your baby are safe! The pregnancy is being protected at this time. If you've been feeling a bit to yourself and wanting to rest more then I for sure advise that because it truly is underrated how much goes into creating a little baby! I feel this is going to bring your family together if you guys have been distant. I see you guys bringing out older traditions or just revamping ones you use to have. Idk why but I'm getting a family that makes tamales for holidays or like birthdays? Lol could be any special day honestly. This will bring a sense of hope back into everyones lives. Sometimes we grow apart to grow together again. The things people learn with others they may not be able to learn with you and thats ok. I feel that everyone has to be open to understanding that things in life will honestly never be the same and they are never supposed to honestly.If we aren't going then we would have to be dying at least my mind would like to think that. Its the idea of any flower that never got to blossom because it was picked to soon.

Dino footsies are significant. If you are thinking if you should buy clothes the exact size or a size a bit bigger I definitely suggest a bit bigger because babies just grow like crazy lmao. Definitely get that protective style so you don't have to worry about doing your hair. If you have been overheated please make sure you are drinking water. Maybe switching to natural juices will help make you feel a lot better. I don't think you have to do anything you don't want to do. You may feel obligated to do certain things and in 2024 we just are not doing anything that does not make us happy. Make sure you make reservations for that place you want to eat at I see the line being really long if you don't then you having to go to another place.

if you guys want a personal reading please email [email protected]

#activist #original art #ra the sun god #spiritual awakening #spiritual journey #spirituality #spirtualawakening #spirtualgrowth #spirtuality #spirtualjourney #tarorcards #tarot #tarot reading #tarot cards #collective reading #horoscope #horology #egyptian #egypt #ancient egypt #egyptian oracle #mehen #anuket #hope #hapy #genesis #renewal #mindfulness #gratitude #purpose

[barbiewritesstuff]

HAII the prompts u reposted hv my heart, perhaps the one that has “ bitter rivalry “ with jake x reader??

Malibu

--Sorry this took a while, I accidentally wrote a whole series... so here's part one --

The guys really thought they were so fucking funny, didn't they?

They had taken one single look at you and baptised you Malibu for Malibu Barbie and they had just kept on calling you that until the rest of your cohort, and soon the base had caught on. 

You had been able to keep yourself from crying when Seresin had called you that. He was a jackass, he liked to get on your nerves. But the first time someone else had called you that you had only been able to keep yourself from crying for however long it took you to sprint to the bathroom.

He really knew how to strike a nerve.

And it wasn't fair that he got such a cool callsign either. Especially one he liked. It wasn't fair when he just kept calling you Malibu with that fucking smirk and you had to keep yourself from seeming affected by the bullying. 

Still, despite his jackassery, your time at the academy wasn't all bad. You still managed to make friends. 

You were really grateful for the fact that your cohort had a nice group of women to befriend as you knew that it wasn't a given for the academy. Top Gun was definitely a man's world. 

It was hostile and competitive and full of overconfident pilots. Jake Seresin wasn't even the worst of the lot. The only difference was that Jake had the results to back up the confidence, and you hated it. 

"I don't know why you're so hung up on him." Lucky said in the rec room after another training exercise. You'd gone on another vent.

"I'm not hung up! He's just an dick who deserves to get his ass handed back to him" 

"And what an ass!" Maiden had whistled appreciatively.

"It's not that good," You replied.

The three of you stood there, staring at him for a minute. 

"Oh my God, what are we doing? Why are we staring?"

"Because that man is a snack" 

You rolled your eyes at her. He was passable at best. 

You wanted to fly because you loved it, but recently only did it to beat him. You studied, ate, drank and thought only to beat him. Maybe he would respect you then. 

So you stayed up all night making notes, studied during every second of free time and kept going until you scored full marks on exams. You imagined Seresin was doing the same, otherwise there was no reason for him to consistently be at the rec room coffee maker at the same time as you in the middle of the night. You never spoke during those coffee making minutes, but it was strange how civil you could be towards each other when no one was watching, you'd smile, nod at each other. And as much as you hated yourself for it, you'd caught yourself making him a cup of coffee too sometimes. But then he'd say thank you and say that damn callsign and your hate renewed and you tried harder to be better, to beat him, to squash his ego under your mucky boot.

No matter what you did, how hard you studied, it seemed like you were never rewarded. 

But then, out of the blue you were made Lieutenant and Hangman hadn't. You had tried to keep the smirk off of your face as you sauntered past him in The Hard Deck but seeing his sour face was too much for your self-control. You should have known your hubris would be punished.

It happened only a few weeks later.

The instructors had teamed you up with Seresin and his buddies for a flight exercise. It had been a nightmare. You fought harder and you had beaten him but at what cost. Your helmet came off and your tears mixed with your sweat.

You had hauled ass back to the hargarn, hoping to escape the angry boot stomps the person behind you. 

"What is the fucking matter, Malibu?" Hangman grabbed your arm and turned on your heels, punching him in the chest. You might as well have blown on him for all the good it did.

"Stop calling me that!"

"Jesus Christ, it's a fucking callsign"

"Just a fucking callsign Seresin?! Easy for you to fucking say, you can stand yours! Do you not understand that I might not like it? How it might be insulting?"  You shouted "I thought that if I beat you you might fucking respect me but no, of course fucking not. I made Lieutenant before you and you still can't be nice to me!"

"It wasn't that fucking serious! It was a game, I thought you knew that"

"A game?! You have mercilessly picked on me for four years and you thought this might be fun?"

"Jesus I'm sorry, I thought you could take a joke!"

You were both shouting at the top of your lungs, leaning forward so that while your boots were two feet away from one another, your faces were almost touching. The hangar made your voices echo. You could see the incredulous rage written on his face, his green eyes and the drops of sweat dripping down from his hairline. His usually perfect hair dishevelled and degelled where the flight helmet had made him warm. 

You wondered what he saw. Did he see the hate in your eyes, your reddened cheeks, your angry grimace? (Yes, he did. He also saw your plump lips, your lovely long neck and as you leaned he could also see down your shirt. Hangman had always disliked you, you were a stuck up bitch, but right now he wasn't sure what to feel)

Then, at the end of their time at the academy, their placements got delivered in neat little white envelopes. You had gathered at the Hard Deck with your friends, anxious to open your envelopes together.

Lucky was staying in San Diego.

Maiden was going to Florida.

You broke the seal of your envelope and ripped the paper out. 

"Hey, Malibu, where did you get?" Hangman asked. He had snuck up behind you, polluting your personal space with the aftershave he had put on.

"Why do you care Seresin" you said, turning your head to look at him.

He stared at you

"Anchorage, Alaska"

He smiled

"I guess you're stuck with me then"

He flipped that stupid toothpick with his tongue, taking your stomach along for the ride. 

You pursed your lips. Hangman's smile faltered a little but he recovered quickly, sending you a wink before you turned around and walked away.

#fanfic #top gun fanfiction #top gun maverick #top gun x reader #hangman x reader #jake hangman seresin #fanfiction #jake seresin #hangman top gun #original fic #requests

[putschki1969]

Hello Puts!

Happy New Year and Merry Christmas ❄️

How are you doing? How were your holidays?

I have a question/thought about Hikaru?

I'm so worried about what she's going to do next. Will she continue to sing? On the one hand, the fact that the contract was not renewed is logical - it is obvious that the agency could not offer her anything new. But what's next?

Hello there!

Thank you! All the best to you as well!

I have honestly felt quite drained in the past few weeks.T_T After getting back from Japan I went straight back to work. I haven’t really had time to rest properly. This has frustrated me to no end because I still want to write a bunch of reports about my Japan trip but damn it, I just can’t bring myself to do it *sighs* Anyways, enough complaining, I will get to that stuff eventually! Now let’s see what we can do about your question.

It’s a really good question and I have been wondering the same thing. Hikaru’s current situation is quite literally a mess but in her New Year’s post she was pretty straight-forward about wanting to continue to make music in some shape or form. I expect her to make some guest appearance this year and maybe we’ll even see the one or the other collaboration (possibly with Keiko). She doesn’t seem to have the means to organise proper one-man-lives at the moment so she has to rely on small gigs with other artists. Let’s hope she can move past that soon. Don’t get me wrong, I am happy she has some work at least but performing three songs in a tiny live house in front of a hundred people won’t get her far in terms of reaching a wider audience (or even her loyal fanbase). I know it’s not necessarily her goal anymore to become popular but I would want her events to be a bit more accessible.

I am glad she has her theater commitment right now because that seems to keep her busy and happy. I briefly mentioned it in my report of the Ambient Border -DAWN- event but it’s obvious that she feels very comfortable with the C.C.C theater group members. It’s a good thing to see her this carefree and passionate about something. The fact that Hikaru gets to sing not only one but two songs (Ambient Border & Under the Rain) for the upcoming play gives me hope that there will be some sort of CD release accompanying the show. Also, please let there be a broadcast like last time! I am so curious about her performance!

With all her involvement in theater work, I wonder if this is maybe her slow transition into musicals? I mean, it would be the next logical step for her. It’s what Hikaru started out doing as a kid and teenager. It’s obviously something she enjoys and from what we have seen so far, she can quite masterfully tackle the acting part. These days there are quite a lot of Japanese artists who are doing musicals once in a while. Her vocal range might not be suitable for all roles but then again, if singers with the most generic anisong voices (e.g .May’n or Nana Mizuki) can do musicals, so can Hikaru!! Unfortunately, the Spice guy and his theater gang don’t strike me as particularly influential in the entertainment industry so they probably cannot help Hikaru get a foot in the door of the musical world.

As far as Hikaru’s YouTube videos are concerned, I have no idea where she is heading with her channel. I am enjoying her stuff a lot but it doesn’t really seem to lead anywhere. There is no way she is gonna attract a wider audience with her current content, especially since there are a ton of other Japanese YouTubers out there who are doing the exact same thing. That specific influencer/content creator market is already very saturated. In my opinion, she should really post more music-related videos because music is what she is known for so she has a big advantage in that field...

Everyone, feel free to chime in...

UPDATE:

Funnily enough,Hikaru posted this tweet today (January 15). Sometimes I feel like she reads my blog XD

I've received several messages about work inquiries and while I would like to talk about them with you I am currently not able to. It hurts me to say that this disingenuous state will continue and I am honestly so sorry about it. I'm working hard to reach a place where I can openly talk with everyone and explain the situation. Please rest assured that I will tell you everything as soon as I am able to.

#kalafina #reply #hikaru #speculation #freelancer hikaru

[sapphicalexaandra]

You know what i can envision as the ending scene of s5? If it's a proper epilogue here-is-where-they-are-now, i want the song Heroes to play, but not the slowed down emotional version we've heard so far, but the original version by David Bowie (he has already been mentioned anyway, hey full circle, also gayy) which is still emotional but in an upbeat, hopeful way.

So everybody has their own segment, but here for byler: them being a couple at that point and maybe we get to see them relaxed and established for the first time after the threat is gone, and I have been really thinking of this possible lovely scene of mike taking will to castle byers that he has rebuilt in his absence, so them biking and flirting on the way there and then as soon as they approach the castle mike gets all serious and flustered trying to apologize to will about their fight that day "it's not my fault you don't like girls" and will tells him it's okay, he has forgiven him already, he has made up for it plenty, but as soon as he sees castle byers he stops and can't believe his eyes, that just start to well up with tears and he looks at mike with such awe and adoration, who is looking back at him in the same way and then they hug, just the tightest hug there's ever been, that they had stopped themselves from having because of conflicting feelings, and they just stay like that for a while feeling all the emotions, until mike tells him to take a peak inside, so they enter the castle and it's also all decorated with will's favorite things as it used to be, but what sticks out to him is the picture of Halloween that he had teared in half, now put back together. Mike smiles at his renewed emotion and tells him "i really want to play d&d with you for the rest of our lives" "yeah?" "yeah." Aaand they kiss.

With this lyrics in the background:

I will be king

And you, you will be queen (also king lol)

Though nothing will drive them away

We can be Heroes, just for one day

We can be us, just for one day

I, I can remember (I remember)

Standing, by the wall (by the wall)

And the guns, shot above our heads (over our heads)

And we kissed, as though nothing could fall (nothing could fall)

And the shame, was on the other side

Oh we can beat them, for ever and ever

Then we could be Heroes, just for one day

The end.

#stranger things #byler #i am super normal about this #Spotify

[laf-outloud]

WIndy really knows how to return from a hiatus! A great mix of humor, drama and suspense in this episode. Just like Hoyt, I’m also happy that the gang is back together and that Gus gets to take a bigger part in their shenanigans.

Calian and Hoyt’s reunion was so sweet! I love their friendship and how Hoyt was immediately ready to do anything to help Calian (bonus points for it including his favorite hobby😂). It seems like their go-to distraction plan is causing a scene with a fight. I guess if it’s not broke, don’t fix it. While this episode was a little heavy on Hoyt as the comic relief, it works better now in my opinion because we know the rest of the group takes him seriously and that he can switch back to being dangerous without any notice. I wonder if he planned for his protege to rob him and the railroad guy for a share of the profit, or if it was just a happy accident.

I’m so glad Kate and Abby made up, their friendship is everything. It’s so rare that we get to see genuine lady friendships that are compelling on TV. Plus they work well together, Abby is a bit of an idealistic dreamer and Kate is the pessimistic realist who keeps her grounded.

Tom and Abby were so sweet this week. Such a gentleman, trying to make sure Abby was comfortable after their night together. I also love the fact that he has so much confidence in her and sees her as the capable, intelligent woman she is. And trusting her with Davidson business when he doesn’t even trust his own deputy? Pretty serious, I guess Aunt Teresa’s high opinion of her goes far. Sidenote, I hope we see her again soon. I’m a fan of the dysfunctional Davidson clan. I’m kind of sad that they didn’t get to have their romantic candle lit dinner at their cabin, but I can’t wait to see what Liam’s journal reveals.

And speaking of the dysfunctional Davidson clan, Shane and Tom’s time in the murder shed! My poor meow meow! How dare he look so good covered in blood. And poor Greg, it was so cold you could see his breath and he was getting water thrown on him. The scenes between the brothers were so intense. I was so worried that no one would come for Tom until it was too late, but Gus came through…well presumably he did though Shane and Tom were doing the classic evil clone ‘kill him and not me!’ bit.

I was excited for Kate and Kai to make up, but it seems like Kai is (yet again) not who we thought he was. I wouldn’t have guessed he was the follow along with authority type. Now I’m worried that Kate has jeopardized their mission by trusting Kai.

These last three episodes (I guess two now) are going to kill me, I just know it! I screamed when I saw the teaser for next week. Wild West Jared and the long awaited backstories? CW please, renew the show and tell us already!

Yes to everything!!! (If there are any WIndy gif makers reading... I need Hoyt and Calian's hug!)

This show is so deft at switching between humor and drama, it reminds me of one of my other favorite shows, Firefly (showrunner issues aside).

I'm still not entirely sold on Tom and Abby, but it seems that perhaps neither are they? At least, not quite yet. And I'm sure Abby finding Liam's journal will put a damper on those plans (well, and Tom's torture.)

Kai really surprised me. I did not expect that explosive anger out of him. That boy has layers! Though I still really hope he and Kate can find a way to preserve their friendship.

I can't even think about renewal speculation now. I'd worry myself to death over that because I want it so much!

(Thank you, again, for another fabulous review!)

#ask box #walker: independence #WIndy spoilers #WIndy review #abigail walker #hoyt rawlins #calian #augustus #kate carver #tom davidson #kai #shane davidson #greg hovanessian

[rphelperblog]

Doctor Who Quote Rp Meme/ Part One

inspired by @thedoctornumber11​

“Whole worlds pivot on acts of imagination.”

“There’s no point in being grown up if you can’t be childish sometimes.”

“Letting it get to you. You know what that’s called? Being alive. Best thing there is. Being alive right now is all that counts.”

“We’re all stories, in the end. Just make it a good one, eh?”

“Life depends on change, and renewal.”

Great men are forged in fire. It is the privilege of lesser men to light the flame.”

"Everything's got to end sometime. Otherwise, nothing would ever get started."

"Happy ever after doesn't mean forever. It just means time. A little time."

"I am and always will be the optimist, the hoper of far-flung hopes and the dreamer of improbable dreams."

No idea. Do what I do. Hold tight and pretend it's a plan."

“You’ll find that it’s a very small universe when I’m angry with you.”

“Arrogance can trip you up.”

As we learn about each other, so we learn about ourselves.”

“Nothing’s sad until it’s over, and then everything is.”

“Lives change worlds. People can save planets or wreck them. That’s the choice. Be the best of humanity.”

“Good men don’t need rules.”

"When did you last have the pleasure of smelling a flower, watching a sunset, eating a well-prepared meal?”

“Love is not an emotion. It’s a promise.”

"Never be cruel, and never be cowardly. And if you ever are, always make amends."

"Don't blink. Blink and you're dead. They are fast. Faster than you can believe."

"Mankind doesn't need warfare and bloodshed to prove itself. Everyday life can provide honor and valor."

"If you live long enough, the only certainty left is that you'll end up alone."

"Never ignore coincidence. Unless you're busy, in which case, always ignore coincidence."

“There’s always something to look at if you open your eyes!”

“Human progress isn’t measured by industry. It’s measured by the value you place on a life. An unimportant life. A life without privilege. The boy who died on the river, that boy's value is your value. That's what defines an age. That's what defines a species. ”

“You know that in 900 years in time and space, I’ve never met anyone who wasn’t important before.”

See the bowtie? I wear it and I don’t care. That’s why it’s cool.”

“Never cruel or cowardly. Never give up, never give in.”

“You’re not gonna make the world any better by shouting at it!”

”Rest is for the weary, sleep is for the dead.”

“You want weapons? We’re in a library! Books! Best weapons in the world!”

"I'm not running away from things. I'm running to them before they flare and fade forever. That's all right. Our lives would never remain the same. They can't. One day, soon, maybe, you'll stop. I've known you for a while.”

“You know when grown-ups tell you everything’s going to be fine, but you really think they’re lying to make you feel better? Everything’s going to be fine.”

“Do what I do: Hold tight and pretend it’s a plan!”

“I’m about to do something very clever and a tiny bit against the rules of the universe. It’s important that I’m properly dressed.”

“You want weapons? We’re in a library! The best weapons in the world!”

“Everything’s got to end sometime. Otherwise, nothing would ever get started.”

“I’m about to do something very clever and a tiny bit against the rules of the universe. It’s important that I’m properly dressed.”

“First thing’s first, but not necessarily in that order.”

"Love, in all its forms, is the most powerful weapon we have. Because love is a form of hope. And like hope, love abides. In the face of everything"

“The universe is big. It’s vast and complicated and ridiculous. And sometimes, very rarely, impossible things just happen and we call them miracles.”

"One man's law is another man's crime."

Though the man above might say hello, expect no love from the beast below.”

“There’s no point in being grown up if you can’t be childish sometimes.”

“What’s the point in two hearts if you can’t be a bit forgiving now and then?”

“Never be certain of anything. It’s a sign of weakness.”

“We all change, when you think about it. We’re all different people all through our lives. And that’s OK, that’s good, you gotta keep moving, so long as you remember all the people that you used to be.”

“The way I see it, every life is a pile of good things and bad things. The good things don’t always soften the bad things, but vice versa, the bad things don’t always spoil the good things or make them unimportant.”

“Some people live more in 20 years than others do in 80. It’s not the time that matters, it’s the person.”

“Time travel is like visiting Paris. You can't just read the guidebook. You've got to throw yourself in! Eat the food, use the wrong verbs, get charged double and end up kissing complete strangers! Or is that just me?”

"A straight line may be the shortest distance between two points, but it is by no means the most interesting."

"If people see you mean them no harm, they never hurt you - 9 times out of 10."

"It doesn't matter if there's nothing under the bed or in the dark, so long as you know it's ok to be afraid of it."

"The universe has to move forward. Pain and loss, they define us as much as happiness or love."

"The least important things sometimes, my dear boy, lead to the greatest discoveries."

"One may tolerate a world of demons for the sake of an angel."

"However hard you try, you can't run forever. Everybody knows that everybody dies and nobody knows it like the Doctor."

#open to all #open to anyone #open rp #ask meme #open meme #open to anybody #rp meme #ask prompt #roleplay meme #memes #open starter #doctor two #time travel rp #doctor who rp #open doctor who starter #open doctor two roleplay

[ingravinoveritas]

Hiya, I hope you're doing great, I always love seeing everything you post and have to say. I just really needed someone else in the DT fandom to celebrate all the awesome David content lately. Georgia's last few Instagram posts make me especially happy because David seems so happy and healthy lately. He seems so much more energized and fuller faced and just like he's finally gotten time to relax, and celebrate birthday 2.0, and I'm so glad, because he just seems to work nonstop so often and for a while there, even David's limitless energy seemed a bit lower than usual. Though, that being said, I'm still very much looking forward to him and Michael soon promoting GO2!

(Putting these together, since they're all related to the fake birthday post from Georgia from last week.)

Anon #1: Aw, thank you so much! That is very sweet of you and I truly appreciate it. And I'm so glad you felt comfortable enough to come celebrate all this David content and share your thoughts with me.

Let's get a few visuals up here so we can discuss. These (as I recall) were posted just a day or two apart, so they go well together:

I agree that David has been working so incredibly hard lately (not that he ever doesn't work hard, of course), but something in particular about Good and the role of John Halder really seemed to take a toll on him. You could see it in countless stage door pictures--the way his face looked thin, and (as you said) his seemingly limitless energy starting to flag. It was such a beautiful thing for him to be out there at all, signing programs and meeting fans after giving 110% out on stage, night after night.

But there seems to be this part of David (hello, Scottish Presbyterian upbringing) that feels like he always has to be working, and grateful to others for showing up to see him work. I think part of it is David just knowing what it's like to be a fan and so not wanting to let fans down, but it does seem to result in him not always taking care of himself as much as he should.

So yes, the change and contrast from a month or so ago to now is incredibly heartwarming to see. David does indeed seem very happy and healthy and full of renewed energy. (I also wonder if this could perhaps be due to Michael being in London for that BAFTA Cymru event last week, and the two of them hopefully seeing each other while he was there... 👀)

Also Anon #3: I definitely do see a little bit of Phileas hair going on (David's hair is just fucking gorgeous when it's a little longer, so whether it's related to Phileas or not, I am here for it). We know that ATWI80D has been renewed for a second season, though I am not sure when filming is set to begin--and I imagine we'd see the return of the moustache (ye gods) as well when that happens, so I don't think we're there just yet.

We really do have so many things involving David to look forward to this year (the filming of ATWI80D season 2, GO season 2, and of course the press tour with Michael). My hope is that David continues to make time to rest and enjoy himself, because as we can see, it does his body good (and so does Michael). David's (real) birthday is coming up next month, too, so fingers crossed we get some lovely content from Georgia then as well. Thanks for writing in, Anons! xx

#anonymous #reply post #david tennant #soft scottish hipster gigolo #georgia tennant #phileas fogg #around the world in 80 days #god he is gorgeous here #is it even legal to look this handsome? #far too much attractiveness in one person #the androgynous beauty of david tennant #i hope david knows that he is lovely #and deserves good things #and he shouldn't work himself too hard #thoughts #discourse

[ejzah]

A/N: Just a silly little post-ep for the season 13 finale.

***

Your Pain is Our Delight

“Thank you, by the way,” Deeks said, inclining his head towards Callen and Anna. He, Kensi, Rosa, Sam, and the soon-to-be-wedded couple were still sitting around the fire.

Fatima and Rountree were playing late night corn holes, while Kilbride had volunteered to take Arkady and Mr. Hanna home. Deeks could only imagine how that ride entailed. Especially since the last he’d seen, Arkady was serenading them all with a Russian version of “99 Bottles of Beer on the Wall”.

“You’re welcome, but you already thanked us for the party,” Callen replied. “Of course we wanted to celebrate the newest member of this insane family.”

“Yes, we do appreciate the party, but I was actually talking about you proposing to Anna.”

“Why are you thanking him for that?” Anna asked, tiling her head suspiciously. “Did you have some kind of pool going?”

“No, of course not!” Kensi said immediately, resting her hand on Deeks’ forearm. “We would never bet on something so serious.”

“Again, no, but someone would have gotten a massive payout if we did,” Deeks commented. “Now that you guys are engaged, my mom won’t have the time or energy to bombard us with helpful parenting advice and try to move in.”

“Oh yeah, you have no idea how upset Roberta was that she couldn’t make it tonight,” Kensi spoke up.

“I thought you liked your mom,” Rosa said, leaning over to look at Deeks. She now looked concerned and he quickly shook his head.

“My mother is delightful. She’s also completely and certifiably crazy when it comes to births, and barring a birth, adoption, engagements, and weddings. And the occasional funeral.”

“Oh, yeah she is,” Sam chortled, drinking some beer with a half grin. “I’ll never forget her hitting on me before your wedding.”

“Me either,” Deeks commented with his nose crinkled up with disgust. Then he turned to Rosa and smiled reassuringly. “See, crazy. But she’ll adore you and you’ll love her when she isn’t driving you absolutely insane.”

“Ok, but getting back to our engagement,” Anna interrupted. “What exactly do you mean? What did she do for yours?” Her eyes were widened slightly with concern and something that Deeks recognized as the fast approaching desire to elope.

“Nothing,” Callen assured, rolling his eyes at the rest of them. “They’re just messing with you.” Sam chuckled again, dimples showing.

“Sure we are. Anna, you’ve seen Deeks’ mom with your dad. Imagine that energy applied to wedding planning.” He gestured to Kensi and Deeks. “That woman loves to plan a party, and heaven help you if you don’t include her.”

“I hope you like dress shopping,” Deeks said with a wide grin. “Because I see lots of taffeta in your future.”

“Actually, Roberta has really good taste when it comes to dresses. Although she does tend towards mermaid or princess styles.” Kensi turned to Anna. “Do you have a preference?”

“Um…”

“Ok, that’s enough,” Callen said with closest to sharp his voice ever came. “Stop trying to scare us with your mother. She is not taking over our wedding because we will be getting married where none of you can find us.”

“Oh, you’ll never hear the end of that,” Deeks said, grinning.

“And Arkady would kill us,” Anna said with a resigned sigh. “He loves weddings.”

“And open bars,” Sam added in an undertone.

“To the happy couple!” Deeks toasted, lifting his drink high in the air. There was a chorus of renewed cheering as Callen glared at them all.

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