#i get it though i love it when margaret is insane

[radicalbears]

Fun fact: I've started reading Star Trek TOS books this year, and they are a TRIP.

I've read six of them so far: The Vulcan Science Academy Murders by Jean Lorrah, Doctor's Orders by Diane Duane, Strangers from the Sky by Margaret Wander Bonanno, Spock's World by Diane Duane, Sarek by A.C. Crispin, and The Motion Picture novelization by Gene Roddenberry (and also Harold Livingston and Alan Dean Foster since they wrote the screenplay)

I have some Thoughts but this may be long so opinions below the cut!

I can't pick an absolute favorite, they're all so much fun for their own reasons. Objectively, Spock's World and Sarek are the two best, with Spock's World being my favorite of the two. I love any story that takes a long look at the Vulcans- either individual characters or them as a group- and these two do a fantastic job.

The Vulcan Science Academy Murders is not objectively good- the mystery is so easily figured out, some of the book is just a little bit insane, and there's way too many exclamation points- but it is a LOT of fun. Also has a very sweet perspective of Vulcans and the way they care for eachother.

Doctor's Orders is literally just this: Kirk, thinking he'd only be gone an hour, makes McCoy acting captain. Kirk proceeds to go missing. Due to Starfleet regulations, McCoy is stuck as acting captain until Kirk or Starfleet relieves him. (It's very funny watching both McCoy and literally every bridge officer be stressed about this)

My least favorite is probably Strangers from the Sky. It's extremely convoluted- there's a plot where Kirk is having nightmares about a suppressed past memory (a memory that, is being remembered because the events of this memory were recently published as a book), and half of this book is us just. Real-time reading this past memory? Either way, the memory is of the Actual first human-Vulcan meeting- when a Vulcan ship crash landed on Earth before the official first contact. The surviving Vulcans were rescued by a couple kelp farmers, and the story surrounding them is actually really sweet. The Enterprise crew has almost nothing to do with this story, they're only there because of a time travel incident. It really just feels more like the author wanted to tell this story, but because it didn't have any known characters in it, they were forced to involve the TOS cast. Still a decent read, just Very convoluted.

Finally, the Motion Picture novelization. Boy, this really reminded me that there really is not much that happens in this movie, though somehow it's more interesting than the movie. This is not to completely dump on said movie- I don't hate it, but it certainly is my least favorite. The novelization is really cool though because it adds a LOT of context for what Spock is dealing with. We get more of his inner monologue- something I actually wish we could witness better in the movie. V'ger is a really good character foil for Spock- the way V'ger is was Spock's end goal, yet Spock realizes that V'ger nothing like how he actually wants to be.

The word T'hyla is also just. Casually invented in this novelization, with the explicit purpose of describing the relationship between Kirk and Spock. This book ALSO acknowledges rumors of Kirk and Spock dating in a footnote, and has Kirk "address" these rumors (aka make some weird statement that doesn't actually clarify anything). Beginning of this book is a Wild time for Spirk fans.

Anyway I'm waiting on my library to get in the novelization for Wrath of Khan and Search for Spock. I also just picked up the first two volumes of the Year Five comics. Idk how deep I'm gonna get into Star Trek novels, but I'm at the very least still going strong.

Oh yeah I also tend to take photos of passages/lines I enjoyed from these books, lmk if any of y'all want a deeper look into any of these books- I can post the photos of my favorite bits!

#anyway more people should read star trek books they're fun #even if they're completely not canon #if you're out here reading fanfic you can deal with that #star trek #star trek tos #star trek books #diane duane

[blessyouhawkeye]

#they support women's rights but they think it's way funnier to support women's wrongs #i get it though i love it when margaret is insane #m*a*s*h #hawkeye pierce #bj hunnicutt #margaret houlihan

[my-own-walker]

I'm so sorry for being so annoying but could you write another JPM where the reader's family comes to the hotel and maybe they are very loud and kinda criminals and telling stories of little reader hahahaha

I just love you and trying to keep you busy, darling🥰😊😂

How Soon Is Now?

note: heeeeerrreeee we go i'm writing again. also, how fun is this? lol. thanks for the request, darling!

summary: james finds out his sweet angel isn't so innocent after all.

warnings: talk of violence/murder, that’s really it

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James had always admired my purity.

I was something of an angel in his eyes. The light had finally entered the Hotel Cortez when I arrived.

Maybe it was the softness of my hair. My voice. The dresses I'd wear. The way I smiled. Maybe it came down to moments like the first time I tried his absinthe. The second the licorice-tasting liquid hit my tongue I was putty in his hands. Doe-eyed and complacent.

I liked to play up the pretty, girly aspects of myself to get his attention. I was his perfect little angel.

He was in love with the idea of a corruptable blank canvas.

I begged him to kill me. I did. Once the secret of the hotel was revealed, I suddenly felt a sense of belonging. Like I was meant to spend eternity in that dark, art-deco haven with the man of my dreams.

His transcontinental accent. The way he dressed. His chivalrous nature. He was a spitting image of my wildest fantasies.

He didn't understand my longing for a fate like his, but as his princess, I got what I wanted.

He made it quick and easy. Drugged, to preserve my beauty. I was to be his damsel in distress forever. His pretty princess living up in the tower.

Being dead, but also alive, came with its challenges. One of them being, namely, my family. They were worriers. They couldn't understand why I would up and leave my life to 'work' at some old hotel in LA.

The constant phone calls and messages became too much for me. I needed them to be able to see me in order for them to understand that I was happy where I was. That I was okay.

Obvious challenges came with that notion. James was all too happy to host them, though. Too happy.

He instructed every entity in the place to leave my family alone. He had Miss Evers prepare dinner and the most extravagant table setting she could muster. He even arranged a gold silk dress for me, topped off with a stunning string of heirloom pearls.

Everything was perfect. Until my family showed.

My parents and my three siblings made their way into the hotel rather…ungracefully. I told them to dress nicely. They did what they could, all things considered.

They, at their core, were rowdy, loud, and frankly insane.

The lineup was as follows: My father, Bruce, my mother, Margaret, or Marge, as she liked to be called, my twin older brothers Logan and Wyatt, and my older sister Ginger.

They couldn't make their way to James' suite without incident, of course. No. They had to walk in already arguing about...something. I'm not sure. It took both of my parents, with the assistance of Iris and Liz to get my brothers separated.

Upon stepping into the suite, I immediately heard a ‘it’s REALLY fuckin dark in here!’ from my sister. They really couldn’t find it within themselves to show a shred of decorum in a nice place.

I sat next to James at the dining room table, awaiting my family’s entrance. He sat at the head of the table, smile on his face. He was so excited to meet them. To understand more about his precious girl. He had his hand rested atop mine, eyes trained expectantly on the doorway.

Miss Evers’ figure appeared, then my father’s.

‘There’s my little girl!’ he shouted opening his arms for a hug.

‘Hi, daddy,’ I greeted with a warm smile, getting up from the table to hug him.

‘Wow, sweets, you look great,’ he said, admiring my outfit. Sweets was his nickname for me. My mother and sister filed in next.

‘What’s this, fuckin Halloween?’ my sister scoffed.

‘Nice to see you too, Ginger,’ I smiled. ‘Hi ma,’ I continued. 

‘Y/N!’ she exclaimed, jumping in the air. ‘There’s my little baby!!!’ She rushed over to me, making a point to pinch my cheeks. Logan and Wyatt made their appearance next, still arguing it seemed.

‘No, you dipshit it’s definitely a knife,’ Wyatt huffed.

‘You would use a fucking knife in that situation? Be serious right now,’ Logan replied, throwing his hands up.

‘Hey guys! Over here!’ I waved, reminding them they were arguing loudly in public.

‘Oh hey, Y/N,’ they replied in unison. That weird twin telepathy stuff.

We all took our seats at the table, my mother making sure she was sitting right next to me. She was the one who was most worried about me, after all. It was only fitting that she’d make sure I was okay by being closest to me all night.

James stood from his seat at the head of the table and the whole room turned their attention to him. He tended to have that effect.

‘Hello, Y/L/N family! Welcome to my hotel,’ he began. ‘I’m so happy to finally have you all here. My name is James Patrick March. And you all are?’

‘Marge,’ my mom smiled.

‘Uh, Bruce,’ my dad said, weirded out at the round-robin introduction James had begun.

‘I’m Ginger,’ my sister continued.

‘And they’re Logan and Wyatt,’ I answered for my brothers. They became embroiled in conversation as soon as my mother began speaking just seconds before. Easily distracted.

‘You all make such a beautiful family,’ James declared, sitting back down in his chair.

‘So uh, just to get this straight,’ my dad began, ‘you own this place?’

‘Mm, yes,’ James affirmed, taking a sip of his drink.

‘And you’re, what, to Y/N?’ my father continued to prod.

I couldn’t help but cut in. ‘We’re together, dad. Romantically.’ I knew James wouldn’t be able to put it into terms my family would get.

‘Her?!’ my sister scoffed.

‘Yeah, I can’t lie, I’m shocked,’ my dad laughed. I shot both of them the deadliest look my face could muster, but they continued.

‘She’s a grade-A psycho,’ Ginger said. ‘Y/N how’d you bag a classy guy like this?’ I hung my head in shame. I could have tried to stop them, but once they got going there was no going back.

‘You know, she’s a nice girl but our family is just, a bit unorthodox,’ my mom explained. ‘It’s just shocking to see her live in a place this…nice. And for her to be with someone, like you.’

‘Unorthodox? How’s that?’ James asked, smile still plastered on his face.

‘She started helping us with the, uh, family business, basically as soon as she was born,’ my mom continued. ‘She was a pretty scary kid.’

‘As she grew up she learned more and sort of, haha, became our little hitman. Didn’t you sweets?’ my dad added. I lifted my head and turned it to look at James. His eyes had lit up in a way I hadn’t seen before.

‘Yeah she’s the youngest but she’s the best at roughing people up,’ Ginger said, monotonously. ‘She killed her first at what? 6?’

‘No no, younger than that,’ my mom answered. ‘I think she was 4. It was that Goldberg guy, remember? Screwed dad out of 4 grand.’

‘Ohhhh, right!’ my dad said, laughing slightly. ‘My little killa.’ He looked at me with such pride. He meant it endearingly, but I was so embarrassed. The fact that they’d willingly offer this information without being asked made me sick to my stomach. What would James think of me?

‘This is news to me…’ James purred, taking my chin in his hand. ‘She’s been quite the angel here. I was entirely unaware of her background.’ He smiled warmly at me. His eyes had a fire behind them. Ideas were brewing.

‘Oh yeah James. She was a little Wednesday Addams,’ my mom laughed. I cringed, knowing he wouldn’t understand that reference. ‘Just a scary little girl.’

‘Come on, Y/N,’ Ginger taunted. ‘You should show your new boyfriend your mad murder skills.’

‘Oh yeah, sure. I’ll slice up a guy’s neck. You want it now?’ I asked, obviously sarcastic. The whole thing was getting on my nerves.

‘How soon is now?’ James chimed in. I turned my head suddenly and looked at him. He was deadly serious about the whole affair. He seemed…ecstatic. ‘Something can be arranged. I would love to see this, hidden talent, my dear.’ His eyes flashed with what I can only describe as lust.

‘James,’ I pleaded.

‘There was a guy in the hall that gave us a funny look earlier,’ Wyatt said, breaking his twin bubble with Logan. ‘You could kill him.’

‘Wyatt, I’m not gonna kill just anyone!’ I protested.

‘I’ll see to it that he’s brought here at once!’ James exclaimed, subsequently taking a large swig of his drink. ‘But first, Miss Evers! We’d like to have our meal now! We have business to attend to afterwards!’

My secret was out, and James was about to take full advantage of it.

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Haha! This was fun to write. Hopefully I’m over my horrible writers block now. Requests are back open so send em in!

#evan peters #evan peters fic #evan peters x female reader #ahs #evan peters x reader #james patrick march #evan peters oneshot #james patrick march x reader #james patrick march x you #jpm

[ncteez]

I NEED A MORE ON BRAT TAMER TURNED SERVICE TOP WONWOO PLEASE

“Fuck…. You’re driving me insane”

(Finally brave enough to send a msg, can I be ✨anon pls )

warning: mingyu is buzzing around lmao

For you, there are no limits, nor are there any for Wonwoo, he loves when you act out of line because there are certain implications when you do it. 

For instance, once the two of you were out getting groceries after he worked all day. He didn’t mind going with you, but he did put up a fight in the hope that you’d let him stay home and be lazy or something. It started with you batting your eyelashes to go, despite the kitchen already fully stocked with food. It ended with him struggling not to bend you over a table of produce and fuck you right then and there in front of Margaret, the elderly store manager. 

Why did he want to do such a thing to you? Well, he should have known when he came home to you wearing a comfortable little dress, that you probably didn’t have panties on. He should have known that when you insisted on bending down to pick up a product “just to see what it is”, that you did it on purpose to show off a perfect pussy already wet and needing him. 

Safe to say, you were fucking good at what you do and for the most part. He loved it, he really did. Today though, you’re pushing it.

Day two into his vacation, he really thought the two of you got enough of your fill regarding sex. Then again, with him being a sex-hungry man and you being...well...you, are either of you ever fulfilled? Either way, the point is, Mingyu is over and trying to have a friendly fucking lunch with his friendly fucking friends, and every single time he isn’t paying attention, you’re torturing your boyfriend. 

Groping him under the table, rubbing your ass against him every chance you get, popping a tit out when Mingyu’s back is turned, intentionally being clumsy just so you can make sounds that you know will get your boyfriend’s cock adjusted.

And so, that’s the dilemma. Hiding a boner, wanting you so badly it hurts, and having to sit here and pretend he’s interested in what the fuck Mingyu is saying. 

Quite frankly, the only thing he cares about right now is getting you on your knees and shutting you up in the best way he knows how.

~

Mingyu leaves, You’re innocently sitting on the couch, and Wonwoo is glaring. 

“Can you behave yourself when we have a guest over?” He grouches, locking the front door and walking over to the table to clean up the emptied cups. 

“Behave? I wasn’t doing anything.” You offer snidely, standing to your feet and preparing to bat those eyelashes at him. 

“You grabbed my dick like four times right in front of him.” 

“He didn’t see, plus,” You look him up and down, noting that he’s been hard for two entire hours because of you. “You liked it.”

“Of course I did! That’s exactly why you shouldn’t have done it.” 

You roll your eyes playfully, following him to the kitchen sink and wrapping your arms around him. 

“You don’t want me to show your friends how much I want you?” You ask, laughing. 

He’s silent.

“You don’t want me to make you feel good?” 

Silence.

“That hurts my feelings.”

He takes in a deep breath, squeezing his eyes shut and allowing all of those suppressed thoughts in his head come to the surface, because he knows what you're doing. 

“You love doing this when other people are around.” He starts, but you cut him off.

“You’re really hot when you can’t fuck me.”

He rolls his eyes as he turns toward you. 

“You say that like I’m going to give you what you want.” 

You smile at him, because of course he is. He may be an expert at putting you in your place, but there are times when he does exactly what you want when you tease him enough. Torturing him for an hour alone at a grocery store was enough to have him on his knees, asking how you want him to get you off.

“Oh yeah?” You challenge him, dropping a hand to his cock and squeezing. “You’re not going to? Even after two hours of wanting me?”

He holds back a groan, trying to remain firm as he glares at you. 

“You’re not getting anything from me this time,” He sighs, reaching for your hand but failing in his attempt to pull it away. He pauses at the fact that he just holds your hand in place, and you continue to squeeze. “You tend to forget that I do have self-control.” 

You look at him, taking in that familiar glare before lifting up on your toes to swipe your tongue across his bottom lip. 

“So, you’re not going to put me on this countertop and give me what I want?” You don’t even let him respond as you continue, shaking his hand away from you and dipping into his pants. “You don't seem to be controlling yourself too well.”

That’s really all it takes. Internally, he buckles. 

“I can’t fucking stand you sometimes,” He grits his teeth when he says it, bucking into your hand and feeling heat rush throughout his body at the way you always know right when to squeeze when he does this. “You drive me insane.”

“I know.” You say in a pleased voice, smiling.  You're well aware that typically, Wonwoo isn't in the palm of your hand during sex. If he's chasing your hand with his hips, he's not going to be putting you in your place any time soon. Instead, he's going to be praising the way you take him for all he's worth.

#[mail] #[h.hours] #[m] #[wonwoo] #I WONT HIM SO BAD #✨

[neotrances]

It's always fans of white women artists too who are like oh my god I love her feminine rage (seen with fans of people like Margaret Atwood and Taylor swift) and are like oh so brave they're fighting against the establishment. But as soon as a black person calls out racism or misogynoir, not even with rage all the time though it's certainly justified, these are the same people who are like umm... no need to get political. Not to mention black scholars and artists like Kendrick set so many precedents for their fields and it's co-opted by these white artists and praised to no end by their white fans as if they're the ones who came up with it. I'm not black but I can still see this insane racism that's consistently written off by non-black people. If a group of people is constantly telling you that they're being harmed and society is literally built to systematically oppress them, why the fuck wouldn't you listen instead of trying to justify how good of a person you are?? Especially when it's so clearly visible??? Umm feel free to ignore too like this conversation shouldnt be centred on non-black voices but what you're saying is just so obviously correct and shouldnt even be controversial and the fact you get people in your tags trying to start shit with you for being rightfully upset that you're literally being endangered by this behaviour is insane. hope you have a good day today despite these fuck wads 💗💗💗

you too and so real🤍

#✉️

[thefudge]

If I may dare ask what are your favourite romance novels?????

this will sound obnoxious, but i tend to love romance best when i encounter it in other genres (and i could definitely make a list of novels from different genres where the romance isn't the point but it goes so hard for me, and i think i have made some lists like that in the past? i really have to organize my books/book recs/book rec tags. and maybe make more lists)

but if we're going by novels that are considered and (could be) classified as romance, here's an imperfect list:

all of austen of course, but especially pride and prejudice and persuasion

jane eyre by charlotte bronte

the age of innocence by edith wharton

anna karenina by tolstoy (where i think i'm fonder of the kitty/levin pairing)

doctor zhivago by boris pasternak

gone with the wind by margaret mitchell (hate/love relationship but i am not immune to it, i'm afraid! i will say i prefer the book to the movie)

excellent women by barbara pym (god, i love the grumpy hero/heroine pairing here)

bridget jones's diary (the first book especially)

girl with a pearl earring by tracy chevalier (the movie too! colin firth and scarlett johansson had such good chemistry, it was surreal)

the blue castle by l.m. montgomery (love that we have a genuine "plain jane" heroine that doesn't turn out to be beautiful if she lets down her hair or any of that nonsense)

the french lieutenant's woman by john fowles (a postmodern romance, in many ways, but the yearning is so good)

spring snow by yukio mishima (i do think this is a romance, first and foremost, and my goddd, the angst and the yearning)

eligible by curtis sittenfeld (a modern p&p retelling; i know a lot of ppl hate this one but i really like it, though it could have been shorter. some of the lizzy/darcy moments in this book made my brain go brrr. the humor is great too)

sofia khan is not obliged (but just the first book in this series - another fun p&p retelling with a muslim heroine)

conversations with friends by sally rooney (i promised i wouldn't stretch the genre but this to me read as more of a romance than anything. and though i struggled with some parts of this book, i will admit that the affair between frances and nick did get to me. there were some particular sex scenes where rooney was doing what i like with the smut in terms of revelation and vulnerability)

the princess diarist by carrie fisher (okay, i'm doing it again, this is technically classified as memoir but again, the sections about harrison ford?? INSANE in terms of romantic anguish and angst. theee RPF of all time)

who's that girl by mhairi mcfarlane (some scenes in this book literally made my heart skip a beat?? this is a celeb/journalist romance that really worked for me. mcfarlane doesn't always strike the right chord with me but here, omgg. i hated her a bit for that ending, but some of the moments between the hero and heroine made me kick my feet like a lil kid)

birthday girl by penelope douglas (i don't know if i'd call this favorite, but it did the age gap thing right, while also being hot and well-written. it didn't toootally win me over, but i appreciate it when an author takes the "fell for my boyfriend's dad" trope seriously)

#replies #romance books #romance recs #books #book rec #book recs

[tachimichishrine]

wld it be crazy of me to request smut with margaret mitchell bsd. like. idk. could be plotless -🍳

<yk what would be crazy? if I already had a margaret smut in my drafts. that's crazyyyy right. i totally didn't already have this fully planned in my head and thats the reason this came out so quickly. yeah nope that's insane. (BTW WELCOME 🍳 ANON MUAHAHA)>

"reputation"

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sugar baby! margaret mitchell x fem! reader

warnings: nsfw ; HARD bondage (shibaru) + bdsm ; oral (giving+receiving) ; masturbation (f) ; brat taming ; degradation/praise ; im getting a lil too comfy on this account so yall are gonna start seein my kinks ; intended lowercase ; cursing ; unedited mnmnmn ;

her family's reputation.

her family's reputation was the reason margaret joined the guild.

her family's reputation was the reason she had to work so hard, trying to repay all their debts.

her family's reputation was the reason she found herself at one of fitzgerald's fancy parties with the elite, rich and most posh out there, acting as though she belonged. there was once a time where she would've felt like she truly did, but that was long ago.

it was the reason she was wearing her most refined clothing, dressed up to appear as though she was still part of a family of importance when you caught her gaze from across the room.

the reason she laughed a little bit too loudly at all your jokes and quips once she found out you were truly a woman of high class, several small fortunes all available at your fingertips whenever you so desired.

the reason for the rest of this tale was a little more blurred.

you invited her over to your home often, offering her lavish gifts and meals that she hadn't experienced in ages. if you spotted a single tear in her dress, you not only recommended a tailor and seamstress to fix it up for her, but you picked out at least five similar dresses in your closet and ordered her to wear them in the meantime.

your intentions became clear after one week, when you had been shopping (and insisting you foot the entire bill) by her side and pointed out a lingerie store.

then you asked for her measurements.

you proposed it so elegantly, just like the aristocrat you were; it was an arrangement, is all. she would come over a few times a week, and you would pay off all of her family's debts. all of them. margaret couldn't say no, although she had quite a significant amount of doubts about the dignity of it all. nevertheless, you convinced her that the payments would be untraceable, simply an anonymous donation to your family from a benevolent third party. it wouldn't become a scandal unless she wanted it to be.

so, she didn't just let you take her measurements, but she also tried on any and every erotic outfit you picked out for her. some were cut-outs, her nipples bare and exposed as you propped yourself up on your elbows, watching her with a hungry look in your eyes, while others were hugging all over her curves. however, you let her chose her favourites, and bought them in every colour imaginable. you wanted your darling to look pretty, after all.

today, she was wearing a new outfit: rope started at her neck, wrapped around in a skillful double loop that was merely tight enough to choke back any of her retorts, and trailed along the rest of her body in a spiderweb of masterful knots and patterns.

slightly tipsy, that was all she was, yet she couldn't remember what moment you'd begun taking off her clothes and turning her into modern art. margaret found you to be gentle, ever loving while you fucked her beyond her wildest dreams, but this time you called her over with a slight twinge in your voice. the drive over here felt shameful, shameful that she was selling her body for the sake of her family's reputation, but it wasn't her place to judge herself. this had been going on for so long that it felt natural to show up at your every beck and call.

"beautiful," you kept muttering over and over, almost to yourself, as you spun her around. it appeared that you recently returned from a trip in japan, where you somehow stumbled across the art. in one of the hundreds upon hundreds of rooms you had, the infrastructure was fitted with a simple hook dangling from the ceiling, reinforced so that it wouldn't collapse under the weight of a human being.

she was hanging from it, a slightly painful experience but it was distributed so masterfully all over her skin that the searing was somewhat pleasurable. what wasn't pleasurable was the overstimulation, the way you'd been looking at her for hours, touching yourself in front of her while she was restrained, unable to move even a single millimeter.

the rope was expensive, somehow— she wasn't sure where a woman of high class would go to buy rope. you'd created a collar at her neck, the remainder of the material creating a line of knots running down in between her legs, rubbing right on her dripping pussy, then up from her ass to re-attach to the neckpiece. a symmetrical zigzag of red lined both her sides, connecting right under her collarbone, above and below her tits, and her bellybutton. as for her legs, you seemed to want them as untouched and bare as possible, so you only wrapped the rope around her wrist and ankles before throwing it across the ceiling fixture.

she truly was a sight to behold, so gorgeous and naked, all for you. your initial goal was just to try it out, a new and illustrious type of bondage that was too exciting to pass on. you opted against the gag in case it ever became too much for her, but you never really established a safe word. you just assumed that she would tolerate it like the brat she was.

you'd cum twice already just watching her and fucking yourself, aided by the feeling of her squirming as she shifted attitudes. at first, she seemed to be having fun, telling you how to shift the ropes so it didn't hurt too much and enjoying the harsh hair pulling you did to get her to face upwards and allow you to kiss her loosely.

after a while, margaret got demanding, a little bitchy even. your hands stopped playing with her face and began taking advantage of your position of power, hers of powerlessness. you grabbed her tits, massaged them with greedy fingers, then seemed to get the better of yourself as you hoisted her higher so she was the right height for you to suck on them. and fuck, did your tongue work magic, impatient as always but the desperation made it feel so good. you flattened your tongue on her sensitive nipple, dipping the tip all around the bottom of her chest then let your teeth sink into her, deep. she let out a soft groan at your nibbling, biting down on her lower lip to keep quiet as you got rougher, grabbing her in between your index and thumb in order to secure her in place while you coated her in your saliva.

"fuck... so good..." you murmured at her taste, shifting to the other side while your free hand rubbed on your panties in between your own legs. "you taste so goddamn sublime, my dear. absolutely exquisite when you're all tied up for me, so patient. you'll be patient, won't y-"

"s-shut up," she breathed out, voice shaky as she tried to shift around mid-air and ease the tension in her core. she managed to rut her hips back and forth by arching her back, painfully rubbing her clit on the rope, desperate for friction.

her efforts were amusing. "now, now, sweetheart, the whole point of this is that you just relax and let me take control, no? so why do you have to be such a fucking whore and ruin it all?"

you tightened the restraints, not allowing her to do anything except breathe, if that. not to mention, you went from caressing her thighs and littering them in kisses to grabbing the end of the rope and continuing your line down her legs, completely typing them together so that her entire body was just one long line of restrained limbs. the more concerning part was that you'd gone from holding her knees apart so you could dip your fingers on her soaking cunt before you licked them clean, to sealing them shut. the wait had already been agonizing, but now you made it clear you had no plans on fucking her any time soon.

you dropped her torso, her shoulders hitting the floor and head contorted so she had no choice to look up at herself, wrapped like a fucking christmas present. you looked down at her, look both sadistic and amused, then spun her around so that she was facing the other direction.

"you know I like to hear your pretty voice, my dear margaret," you said sweetly, then smacked her ass roughly. "you know I don't like it when you hold back"— another slap —"when you open your bratty mouth to say anything except my fucking name like a good whore" — you spanked her once more — "which you are, dear. you're such a good whore, worked up and trying to get yourself off on the rope just from me sucking your needy tits." you slapped her once more, but this time you didn't pull your hand off, instead groping her from in between the tightly woven rope. she moaned, rolling herself on the floor as she tried to listen to anything you just said, but all she could think about was feeling you on her again.

"luckily, I'm in a good mood," you smiled, tying her wrists together behind her back then twirling her around again so you could look at her. you got on your knees, cradling her face in your fingertips lovingly while you pressed a soft kiss onto her lips. "you've had enough of watching me fuck myself, haven't you my dear? would you like to do it for me? would you like to fuck me, margaret?"

it felt like a trick answer, so she just waited, looking up at you with those beautiful eyes of hers she knew you couldn't resist. you used the fact that she was suspended from her ankles at a height that allowed her head to rest flat on the ground in order to part your knees and lower your aching pussy onto her face.

she tried so hard to please you (at first, it was about the money. she was your sugar baby after all, and that was essentially the extent of your relationship. and yet, as time passed, she really did want to make you feel as good as she did when you had her laying down on your plush duvet and pillows, eating her out). before you could even lower yourself all the way, her tongue was already sticking out, reaching upwards to get you on her as soon as she possibly could.

"eager now, aren't we?" you teased for a second, halting your descent just so you could feel her breath hitting you in a feverish attempt to get your cunt on her lips for a few more seconds, then gave in with a stretched out moan. "oh... oh my fucking... mmmn... margaret... you needed me that badly, did you?"

the words stopped and the moaning begun; you didn't have any reason to hold yourself back, nor did you. she sucked on your lips so hard, bottom teeth grazing your throbbing clit while you helped by bouncing yourself on her. you grabbed onto her tits while she finally managed to thrust up into you, fucking you on her tongue with the kind of skill that felt unnaturally good.

the stimulation was wonderful, but her sobs muffled into your ass were even sweeter. she tried, so hard, to rub her thighs together while she ate you out all the way to your orgasm, but you'd learned your lesson and made them tight enough that there was frankly no point in trying. but she'd been so obedient that you figured you'd indulge your sweet darling once you finished screaming her name through your high.

you got off of her face, delicately kissing off the remnants of your cum on her cheeks. "amazing as always, my beauty. shall I return the favour?"

one yank and the whole thing fell apart— margaret fell onto the ground, still tied up with her arms bound behind her back and legs practically sewn together, but no longer hanging from the ceiling. you grabbed a knife off of the table in the corner (your safety net, so to speak) and cut off the attachments on her legs and her wrists. her torso remained bound with her tits sticking out of the circle of red rope, however, because you had thought about it a bit longer and decided you did indeed want to watch her try to fuck herself pathetically on the piece of rope tied between her thighs.

and so, you did. with her on all fours, you grabbed onto the piece of rope now loosely sticking out of the collar and yanked it. she gagged, a beautiful, needy choking noise as it simultaneously collapsed around her throat and her pussy. you eased up a little bit, but in no time your other hand was clutching a handful of her now messy hair while she tried to rub her hips on the piece of rope.

she was starting to cry again, the frustration too much to bear but not enough for her to voice her desire out loud, not letting up on her pathetic humping. you softly kissed the back of her neck, whispering into her skin that this was enough, that she could rest and you would take care of her, but she didn't seem to believe a word of it.

to show that you were serious, you flipped her on her back and stopped kneading her soft flesh in favour of kneading her gushing pussy. you intended on fingerfucking her, you really did, but she was so wet and you didn't know if you could handle letting all that perfectly good arousal go to waste. you grabbed some of the pillows you had stashed in the corner of the room, placing them under her so she would be comfortable as you went down on her, shoulders under her knees and her cunt open to you and only you.

she really did have a beautiful voice, especially when she sung your name out. high pitched, but sultry in the most gorgeous of octaves, as though she were an angel condemned to this world. she let out needy whines as she started to get closer and closer, but she was already on the edge for the past hours and it barely took a few thrusts of your tongue inside of her to have her spasm all over your face.

you laughed, scolding her briefly for not warning you but at the same time, exceedingly pleased. somehow, the ropes looked as flattering on her as the finest pieces of lingerie, and you told her so as you cut her free and kissed her softly.

"how was that, dear?" you helped her back into her dress once you'd put on your own clothes. "was I too harsh?"

she shook her head. "not at all, it was rather... fun. you really do have the most incredibly lewd ideas, though. I'm not sure how you do it," she added with a gentle tease.

you helped secure the body of her dress, tying it from the back before sliding your hands around to the front and holding her from behind. you kissed her neck up and down, taking your time as you smelled her and relished in her taste.

"I have to confess, I was hoping I could've kept you here longer, but it would've been cruel for me to deny you for that length of time. you see, as I promised, every... session, I repay part of your family's debts."

margaret was such an impatient woman. "and? why are you reminding me of this?"

you ignored the tone of her ask and laid kisses along the back of her ear. "well, they're all paid up. I put in the last payment right before you arrived today."

an awkward silence ensued, neither of you sure what to say next. thankfully, she was the one to do it.

"in that case, our arrangement... it's over."

"yes," you said solemnly. "margaret, dear, I know I called it an arrangement, but—"

"shut up."

this kind of brashness was common with her, no doubt, but what surprised you the most was her swirling around to meet your gaze and pulling you in by the waist.

"our arrangement is not over. I should still like to continue to meet you for these sessions, as you say," she stated, very matter-of-factly, like there was nothing you could do to argue her words. "will that be a problem?"

you hid your elation well, instead leaning in to kiss her deeply. "not at all. but I'm not sure how I will be able to compensate you for your time, darling."

"oh really? I could think of a number of ways. a day at the spa, a reservation at the splendid restaurant that just opened on fifth, the roses are quite expensive this time of year too..."

you giggled, picking her up so that she would be weightless as you spun her around excitedly.

"anything you want, margaret. I'll get you anything your heart desires, because all that mine wants is you."

#fucking speediest fic i've ever written i blinked and it was there on my screen like wtf #she's so fucking hot i need to write for margaret more often #margaret mitchell bsd #margaret bsd #bsd margaret #guild bsd #bsd guild #bsd x reader #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd guild x reader #guild x reader #bsd margaret x reader #margaret x reader #margaret mitchell x reader #margaret x reader smut #margaret mitchell x reader smut #bsd x reader smut #down bad tm #im unwell for them

[alphamalereviewsfanfics]

CAN YOU TASTE MY LUST? CAN YOU FEEL MY SIN? By Heartofhubris

SUMMARY: “But, the issue had arisen during your nights when he filtered into your dreams. Nights of imagining him taking you in the pews,laying you out on the dark woodtostrip you bare to his whims.
When you focused back into the Father, you felt your blush travel up to your ears. The thoughts would only offer more confessions, and you didn’t want to add in more sins you had to confess.
“We are all sinners,” Father Ford said.

Enjoy the sacrilege, you damn heathen

Priest Ford AU where he's aware of what he can do and he does it.”

PREGAME: Happy Easter my fellow alphas!!!!! My partner requested this one and I thought it would be silly if I was a bit sacreligious on this holiday because I kinda hate it 😎😎😎 not because of like the religious shit itself but like because the rabbit shit doesn’t compute in my brain and also because of how my family celebrates good ole Easter but what can you do. I’m not catholic, but I was raised pretty non-denominational Christian and I haven’t been to church since I was 10 so like I know nothing about this shit. I’ll take most of my knowledge from watching midnight mass so like if it’s insanely inaccurate to how this catholic shit goes then that’s not on me that’s on the author, who describes themself as “catholicphobic.” Also I only read this twice instead of my usual five times before reviewing so sorry if the review sucks ass that’s just the alpha way though.

REVIEW: When I was younger I desperately wanted to learn latin. I watched this Wes Anderson movie called Rushmore (it was an earlier one so it wasn’t filled with the crazy aesthetics he has now) and I was in love with the idea of taking Latin and going to a Latin club and reviving an almost dead language. It drove me mad and I would try to teach myself Latin with google translate (because duolingo and sites like that weren’t really a thing) and I learned all about the etymology of words in the English language and I was obsessed with it and I would tell everyone what the root of certain words was and it annoyed the shit out of people (especially my sister). Anyways the point of all this is that Latin is not sexy. And it never will be sexy to me. And I don’t know why I was so fucking hung up on the mention of latin because like there aren’t even any latin words in this fic!!!!! It just mentions it!!!! So moral of the story don’t be me. This is pretty well written though bro. The author succeeds with constructing a kinda like repentance vibe in the first few sentences. Like it feels like there’s nothing else to be written besides priest porn. Like that’s the end goal. Even if there wasn’t priest porn in it I would get the vibes of priest porn like just read the first few sentences l think Aw man this’ll either be some good religious horror novel or some killer priest porn. And I respect the hell out of that bro like it got the tone down bro. And like the porn itself is pretty well written like man I’m bewildered that the tone just fit so well bro like I don’t get it I’m baffled bro this is insane!!!!!! Like the porn was so well written bro it has tone and emotion to it you don’t get usually bro trust me. Anyways my partner said they were really into this fic and I gotta support them on that it was well written even if I find the father thing kinda silly but like I don’t know I’ve never tried it. Also priests are silly and I couldn’t see Ford into religion like characterization wise buuut I’m putting the mischaracterization aside because it’s just made for people who want to get off to priest ford pines and I gotta respect that. So if you’re into ford pines and you’re into priest shit this fine Easter Sunday then do some sacrilegious shit and read this fic

RATING: 6/8 fingers (BETA MALE STATUS)

Happy Easter and Ramadan and Passover and death anniversary of Margaret Thatcher my alphas 😎😎💪💪🔥🔥🔥

#alpha review #fanfic review #gravity falls fanfiction #Stanford pines x reader #ford pines x reader #I love my partner and their taste is impeccable

[remyfire]

I think the funniest thing about Hawk being Like That is that Alan Alda has writers credits on the show. This man voluntarily made his character the most touch starved needy desperate person on the planet and that's so fucking insane of him. But also Mr Alda I would like to give you a little hug and a kiss for giving him to us because I love him with my whole heart. And don't even get me started on the fact that Hawkeye yelled to a general "I want to have your baby!" In literally the first season. Like Hawkeye my love not everyone needs to know you want to be pregnant 😂 And truly he deserves to be absolutely smothered with cuddles, everyone loves him and he loves everyone and I think it could help fix him.

Listen my Trap brain is always on, he's my man, I am thinking about him quite literally daily. And now that you reminded me of the priest line I'm gonna think of that too! Like Trapper my love what happened in your past? Did your parents give you that many names in hopes you'd be a priest? Did you pick one yourself for confirmation? Why did you keep all of the names despite seemingly abandoning the religion? I am peering at him like a bug under a microscope and there's nothing he can do about it.

That little coffee through line with Margret is so cute! Even though I'm sure it was unintentional on the show's part I definitely couldn't help but think of it and flash back to The Nurses in both the scenes in Temporary Duty and CAVE. Margaret and cups of coffee representing her character growth is honestly so sweet and I love it. Also ooohhhh self proclaimed Military Brat Margaret Houlihan realizing that the Army Way isn't the only way or even the best way, and the things that would DO to her. The realization that what she's learned her whole life isn't necessarily good, and having to contend with what that means for her and her career and her personality. And also having to face her father after that, because we see in Are You Now, Margaret? that she cares very much about disappointing him and even affecting his career. Would such a realization maybe help her become more of her own person that isn't living only to make her father proud and keep up the Houlihan name? Or is her desire to be a point of pride for her family more important to her than her personal development? Truly she's so fascinating to me. And it's definitely an interesting parallel with Mulcahy, both of them having something so deeply ingrained in them that it h u r t s when it's finally inevitably broken out.

Everyone in this show suffered enough in the narrative for several lifetimes but damn if I don't wanna give them a little bit more hardship to really crack them open and wrap up their character development in the way they deserve. I'll definitely give them softness and love but first they need a little bit of pain I think 😂

(Also I am officially onto season 8! I finished Goodbye Radar last night and was a Wreck. Man I love this show)

Okay hi again anon, sorry for making this sit while thinking too hard about Hawk and Beje and Trap things.

I swear that Alan did more to break and attempt to breed Hawk than any of us fanfic authors have ever done. I am not entirely convinced that this man didn't start getting the bends once he couldn't whump Hawk anymore and instead pivoted to writing fanfics for the old distant zines that popped up in the '80s. He probably has multiple AO3 accounts right now just churning out agonizing pain. Alan we know what you are.

I do hate that we got so little development for Trap compared to Beej but it's also delightful because it means all of us get to sit here and rotate him on a merry-go-round that goes faster and faster and never stops. Anything is possible. He's so INTERESTING!!! He's like half a guy! No matter what anyone says, they could probably make it work! And that means I am in fact slam dunking the religious trauma into him at breakneck speeds. Sorry, bud (lie).

I'm so glad you mentioned Are You Now Margaret because that's one of those underrated episodes that always has its teeth so deep in me. We learn so much about her so fast. Her big friend group!! She had so many people who loved her and who she loves enough that she refuses to endanger them even though she hasn't spoken to make in years!! The fact that she will give her father that kind of deference even though we all know in our bones that he doesn't deserve it! God, Margaret.

I love people like you who run in with a wrecking ball just absolute decimating all these characters that we know and love so that I can come in after in my little clown car with hot chocolate and blankets. I am a simple author. I know what my duty is here. And it's getting everybody laid by everybody else but ALSO giving them extreme amounts of aftercare and pillow nests ;v; We all share such a vital role in this ecosystem.

#and my role is to be very simple and i know this #my ramblings #long post

[hawkeyeslaughter]

How do you think Charles would’ve gotten on with Henry, Trapper, and Frank?

i love charles ( even though i never talk about him on here , he will be talked about extensively when i get past the frank episodes of my rewatch TRUST ) so HERE WE GO

— like most everyone else , charles has little patience with frank . while i have the tendency to doubt he’d be as blatantly insulting to frank as hawkeye and trapper are , he certainly has his fill of backhanded and passive aggressive remarks towards him ( most of which go over frank’s head ) . objectively funnier is that when charles initially shows up , frank thinks that he finally has an ally against hawktrap . this isn’t true . one can catch him vehemently trying not to laugh at the stupid pranks that hawkeye and trapper pull on him , even though he knows that if they ever did see him laughing at the outcomes of said pranks that hawkeye and trapper would never let him hear the end of it . however , despite charles’ obvious distaste for frank , frank never really catches on . he’s always like , ok see you around buddy ! he definitely wants to be the other version of hawkeye/trapper with charles so he’s always like ,, following charles around and trying to get his approval 😭 it drives charles absolutely insane .

— a lot of people on here say that charles and trapper would absolutely hate each other and i just don’t think that’s completely true . yes , charles would loathe the information that he hails from the same place as trapper , considering that trapper is even worse than hawkeye when it comes to childish antics . i think , at least in trapper’s mind , that charles would fall into the category of the frank burns variety . so there isn’t a lot of love lost between them , at least initially . but here’s the thing . i do sincerely believe they’d have this begrudging admiration for one another . because as stubborn as both charles and trapper are , as much as they don’t really care for people with personalities as different as theirs , they know damn talented surgeons when they see them . they put their differences aside in that aspect . also , one time , when trapper is really drunk and he , hawkeye , and charles are hanging out in the swamp , he mentions this place in boston while reminiscing and charles is sort of surprised because he doesn’t imagine someone like trapper going to one of his old hangouts , and he’s like “ you’re familiar with [ insert place here ] ? “ and trapper says something along the lines of what doctor in boston isn’t familiar with insert place here . and then charles asks him about a different place and hawkeye is watching , for once sort of speechless because pigs are flying , trapper and charles are having a conversation and laughing and if there are insults being thrown around they’re taking them jokingly . nothing after that night changes dramatically , trapper is still trapper and charles is still charles . it’s not like they become best friends or anything , but there’s a new sort of understanding between them . they’re a step above acquaintances . friends in the very , very loose definition of the word .

— first of all i think charles and henry onscreen together would have been fucking hilarious . all i can imagine is the camera cutting to charles rolling his eyes whenever henry makes one of his jokes LMFOA . but i also don’t think charles’ habit of snarky , posh remarks would fly with henry at all . we already see him get annoyed with frank and margaret and , albeit more rarely , he even gets snappy with hawkeye and trapper when they’re being smartasses . so i don’t think henry would take too kindly to charles’ remarks and let them slide as often as potter does . but you know ? in a way , i think charles would more or less have to respect that he holds his ground with not only him , but hawktrap and frank and margaret too . but i don’t think henry would hate charles , either . i can imagine them sitting next to one another in the dining hall and henry laughing when charles rebuts some insult hawkeye/trapper makes towards him and charles letting a small smile slip upon making henry cackle . i can imagine charles walking into henry’s office while henry’s hanging up new drawings from his kids and henry grinning while charles examines them and calls them ‘ remarkable ‘ . i can imagine henry stopping by the swamp looking for hawktrap and at least trying to like the records charles has on . see , henry had this habit of at least trying to understand people , like them or not and i think that it would be no different for charles . lastly i think hen is a lot the same way with charles that he is with hawkeye in the sense that he talks to him . whenever hawkeye is upset about something , henry goes out of his way to try and figure out what’s going on and tell him maybe not what he wants to hear but what he needs to hear . and i definitely think he would do the same thing with charles . i’m really sad that we never got to see them onscreen together because i feel like they definitely would have been quite the duo 😭

#sorry for the long post again but i love charles ! i love him #i like how all my favorite characters are also my parents’ favorite characters like i really was formed by them huh 😭😭 #with the exception of hawkeye they’re both sort of ambivalent towards hawkeye #but i looove hawkeye xoxo #( lemme stop talking about hawkeye on my charles post ) #CHARLES THE ONLY RICH MAN I LOVE !! #townes answers asks ! #m*a*s*h #mash #mashposting #mashblr #mash 4077 #charles winchester #charles winchester iii #major winchester #lgbt #lgbtq

[landwriter]

Ten Books To Know Me

Rules: 10 (non-ancient) books for people to get to know you better, or that you just really like.

Tagged by @softest-punk, thank you for utterly derailing my afternoon into nostalgia <3 My problem is less not picking ancient books and more not picking exclusively Canadian and English children’s lit published between 1995 and 1999. (Still the first three picks all the same though because it is like, the opus within which my psyche is almost wholly contained.) This got long but I'm going to be very brave and not apologize about that at all. I love talking about books, and these are some of the books I love the most. In chronological order of arrival into my heart.

Some of the Kinder Planets - Tim Wynne-Jones This book has been a part of my life for so long I cannot remember when, exactly, I first read it - only that it was taken from my gran’s shelf; Tim had sent her a copy with a lovely inscription. It’s a short story collection which remains today (and forever) my favourite format. Ted Chiang’s Exhalation, Karin Tidbeck’s Jagannath, Karen Russell’s Orange World, Margaret Atwood’s Stone Mattress are all fabulous examples, stacked before me at my desk, but Some of the Kinder Planets itself lives (alongside my two most precious childhood stuffies) at my mum’s house, the safest place of all. The stories are kids being kids in the way you want to read as a kid yourself: clever and wondering and scared and brave. Special mention also to his Zoom trilogy, beautifully illustrated in black and white by Eric Beddows.

Skellig - David Almond Another book likely pilfered from my granny’s library. There’s a little magic in Some of the Kinder Planets, but here is ALL the magical realism, and it changed me. This book has a sickly bird-or-man-or-angel in a garage being nursed to health by a boy with an ill baby sister in hospital that he can’t help at all; the indelible image of surviving off bluebottles and then getting snuck Chinese takeaway and brown ale; nature and weird kids and William Blake poems. I will weep if I continue thinking about it.

[Not Any Book But Just A Lot Of Books] - Kit Pearson, Diana Wynne-Jones, Kenneth Oppel, Philip Pullman, Madeleine L’Engle, etc. Listen, I know this is an INSANE cop-out but if you know the authors you know more or less exactly what I mean. These are the books that made me more tender than I already was, made me believe in Good, and Kindness, and Love, in a totally immutable way I thankfully do not ever want to change, because I don’t think I could.

Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett My first introduction to Neil Gaiman, Terry Pratchett, and footnotes. Also one of the first books I did not simply pick up because it was Lying Around. I bought it because my older cousin listed it as one of her favourite books on Facebook, and she was (and is) impossibly, horribly cool. I was maybe 13 or 14 and wanted to be cool too. I’ve since read a smattering of Gaiman but I’ve yet to read Terry Pratchett on his own. I’d like to! I know I’d love it.

The Long Dark Tea-Time of the Soul - Douglas Adams Loaned to me by my best friend before we were best friends. It is, apparently, the second novel in the Dirk Gently series, and I remember nothing of it except a very good bit about a couch getting stuck in a stairwell; nonetheless it’s listed here because this is clearly actually a thinly disguised chronology of sentimentality, and also because Douglas Adams is a wonder and delight to read and I don’t need to fully remember the book to know that in my bones. I’m not sure if it’s fair but I’ll also blame Douglas Adams for my inability to be brief and to resist using semi-colons. Could’ve been someone else. But it was definitely someone English.

Sailing to Byzantium - W.B. Yeats This is not a book, but it was in my English Literature textbook in high school, so it counts. If it wasn’t, I would still count it. Why a sixteen year old girl connected with a poem that begins “That is no country for old men.” is irrelevant, as is every stanza but the third, which contains the fateful, ruinous lines: “Consume my heart away; sick with desire / And fastened to a dying animal / It knows not what it is;” I remember when I read it, and I remember the chill feeling of Yeats’ spectral hand reaching all the way from his grave in County Sligo, across the whole Atlantic and the enormous landmass called Canada, to reach into my chest and cruelly grab my own heart, and I remember thinking How, and Exactly. The first thing I read that named the strangeness I felt inside of me. The Father, Son, and Holy Ghost of all my teenage angst. Written on my bones to this day, if I’m being honest.

Hamlet - Shakespeare We got off on the wrong foot, after I was personally victimized by the line ‘Brevity is the soul of wit’, but I do love Shakespeare. I credit this to having an excellent teacher for it, and reading it aloud in a cohort of tryhards and musicians and theatre kids. A case of familiarity breeds...appreciation, actually. We did a lot of Shakespeare, but we were asked to learn 20 lines of Hamlet specifically, and rewrite them, marked down for every error. Forty lines for bonus marks. There was much grousing and it seemed like a cruel, outdated task of rote memorization, but writing this a decade later, I am belatedly realizing this was a sneaky way to get a bunch of kids to recite a soliloquy so much that they couldn’t help but find the life in it, the rhythm and meter to make it stick in our minds. And now look! I love it! I am writing fanfic in iambic pentameter! Wherefore art my fucking restraint!! I learned my lines so hideously well that when I pulled up the scene just now (2.2, from “Yet I, a dull and muddy-mettled rascal peak”), I a) noticed and b) was offended by, minute differences from the version I memorized, which I then searched out and knew the moment I found. Incredible?!  

Still Life With Woodpecker - Tom Robbins The most recent time I’ve read a work of fiction and been rearranged by it, at the tender age of 21. here I am, I wrote, in my journal, after a very good sob, happier and more rudderless than ever. This man writes with totally unfettered joy and unhinged sincerity, two things I am hopelessly into, but also with a deep distaste for institutions and conformity that I desperately needed back then: lost, returned from a year of magical realism and the sort of adulthood growth spurt that makes you feel dizzy, home and yet horribly missing the home I’d made for myself elsewhere, all my nearly-fulfilled ambitions towards security and prestigious government postings feeling sort of hollow and reeking in my hands. It comforted me that I wasn't wrong as much as it spilled my own guts into my hands, and while I went on for another year seeing things through, it planted a seed that quickly grew proper roots and pushed me right off the ledge of respectability. And it’s a love story, of course.

It’s his prose that sits glowing on the horizon to me when I try to write richly: a distant shore of orgiastic language (from which you can surely hear the wind-carried cries of people fucking day and night), towards which I, still shy and prudish, ever point my prow.

How to Be Happy - Eleanor Davis A comic collection. Sharp and wonderful and alive. Another Best Friend gift (bless those around us with impeccable taste), of which every single panel is MARVELOUS. I meant to share one of my favourites here but apparently it has! Gotten up and left!! I will buy another copy in hopes of coaxing it back out of wherever it’s hiding.

Down to Earth - Monty Don This did not rearrange anything. But it does give me a good hug about it, so to speak. A month-by-month gardening guide which is chock-full of brilliant, sensible advice, and also so cheerfully comforting in a highly specific English way that I actually feel like I’m drinking a cuppa whenever I read a page or two of it. It makes me think of my grandmother. And so we’ve come full circle, eh?

I hope some of you are now nodding thoughtfully and thinking, well, Chrissakes, that explains it. Very sorry, hope this helps, etc. Passing on the tag to @fancy-rock-dove, @chubsthehamster, @broomsticks, @wordsinhaled, @btwimkindagay, @hardly-an-escape, @xx-vergil-xx, @that-banhus, and anyone else who wants to expose themselves on main and chat about their fave books

#about me #god also slap up tamora pierce #inkheart book thief all those guys #the bartimaeus trilogy!! also brilliant footnotes #i tried SO hard to keep this brief..... so hard..... #but like im a bookclub girlie at heart #i just wanna talk about the works of art i love and why and how they make me feel and i want u to love them too #book recs #i can still rattle most of those hamlet lines off with feeling #a good party trick

[writers-requiem]

"Cold blooded lover" The Lizard (1994) X GN! Reader headcannons

Just so we're clear: he isn't a dumb brute. Obviously.

Nor is he actually evil by nature.

Yes he did try to turn New York into a city of lizard people, but he wasn't thinking straight.

Canonically he's married to Margaret Connors, but here you replace her role.

See, Curt and the Lizard are two separate people. Curt is an honest genuinely good man but the Lizard is all about taking the good Curt wants to do and twisting it.

But this is about the Lizard, not Curt. (Sorry)

The Lizard likes to wrap you in the coils of his tail and give gentle squeezes.

He has some screws loose, but he's trying to change that.

He'll occasionally flex his enhanced strength by literally bench pressing you or a friggin boulder. Man is strong AF.

He also likes to play games like hide and seek, obviously loving to play seeker since he's really good about stealth and can really raise cortisol levels, making it easier to find his prey.

He jokingly says he's gonna turn you into a lizard person too and when he does, you bash his chest for even thinking it was funny. But he still got a rise out of you.

If he's tired, he'll just plop on the couch or bed while you're in it and refuse to move until you scratch him for at least half an hour. This reptile is NEEDY.

If you go in for a kiss, he'll pause. He's thinking about how to best approach it. You have a normal mouth and he has a full on muzzle for a mouth.

Where Curt is a chivalrous gentleman, the Lizard is more of an overly menacing flirtatious yet still insanely intelligent hunk.

You're the short one in this relationship. He's 6'8" and you're an average 5'7" sorry.

But even with all that, he still has one thing in common with Curt. They both have hearts of gold underneath their exteriors.

Once you came home later than usual and of course he noticed. With his heightened sense of smell he could tell you tried to get rid of some blood. And he wanted names, descriptions and addresses. Man wanted blood.

Would be the type to carry you bridal style or give you a piggyback ride.

Surprisingly good with kids. At first Billy was scared, for good reason, but over time the Lizard proved he could be a capable and dare I say, normal father.

If he plops himself on your lap and you are about to go do something, he will not let you leave until he gets his head scratches and gives you your daily kiss.

Thank you guys for reading this short yet sweet batch of headcannons for one of my favorite Spidey villains. Personally though, I just feel more attached to the look he has in the 90's animated series, so that's why I did that version of the Lizard. If you guys wanna see more of these fluff -ish headcannons for the big brained reptile, let me know. Asks are open.

#headcanons #character x y/n #reblog friendly #marvel #curt connors #the lizard #Spiderman TAS(1994)

[madsworld15]

I Am Still Right Here Chapter 2 Part 3 (Brian x Justin, QAF, Support Group AU)

I have uploaded all of Chapter 1 on AO3.

You can find Part 1 of Chapter 2 here and Part 2 here.

I know I just uploaded a new part earlier today, but I needed to get this out as soon as possible.

As always, I wouldn't be here today writing for the QAF fandom if it weren't for the support of @winderlylandchime @maryp50 and @lostcol

WARNING: Things aren't so sunshine and roses in this segment, just be aware things WILL GET BETTER.

A Few Days Later

Justin couldn’t believe he was back here. After the events of last week, Justin had figured he wouldn’t have the strength to show his face in support group ever again. And yet, here he was. Brian was also there, feeling better on his anti-nausea medication and having had a whole week and a half of rest.

He and Brian still hadn’t defined what it was they had going on between them, but whatever it was made Justin feel secure in himself for the first time since his bashing. Justin tried to hide his smile as he thought about the multiple times they’d kissed in the last few days. They never talked about it afterward, choosing instead to talk about their mutual recovery. Brian had three more weeks of radiation left, and his doctor was hopeful of the results. Meanwhile, Justin had attended the gala on Saturday without needing his mom or Brian there for support. 

Things were moving forward in a way that Justin never would’ve expected. Especially considering where he had been just last week around this time. 

“Justin, you look like you are feeling much better today.” Jessica pulled him from his thoughts.

Justin looked up and gave her a smile, “I am. I attended a major art gala at my job on Saturday. I didn’t have a panic attack once.”

“That’s great to hear!” Jessica gave him a big smile and brought her hands together as she looked at him fondly.

“Was Brian or your mom there?” Justin turned to the new voice. It was this middle-aged man who’d been in the military. Justin couldn’t remember his name, but he knew the man had been attending since before Justin joined.

“Nope. My mom didn’t know about it because I had forgotten to tell her. The week leading up to this gala was insane. It just slipped my mind. And Brian was tired from his treatment so he couldn’t be there.” Justin gave a smile.

“Last week, you talked about being worried for Brian. How did you deal with that?” Jessica prompted him.

“I found his friend Emmett, like you suggested. That got me in touch with him, and everything got settled.” Justin purposely didn’t tell the whole story because these people didn’t need to know Brian’s private business. 

“I’ve found that coping with the stress of PTSD helps when you have a solid support system behind you. When you joined us, you seemed so alone, and now I feel as though you’ve added multiple people to your list.” The military man commented once more.

“Finding people who can support you and actually stick around for the long term is huge.” Margaret, a young mom recovering from a car accident, piped in. “Some of my friends got tired after a while.”

“Brian and Emmett have been great. Every Thursday after support group, we hang out together. Have a couple of drinks and talk, or don’t, depending on our moods. They never push me to be okay. In fact, whenever I have a panic attack around them, they treat me normal afterward.” Justin contributed.

“What do you mean?” Jessica leaned forward, prompting Justin to open up more.

“I love my mom, but anytime I have an attack around her, she coddles me and insists on taking care of me. But not in the supportive way, the helicopter, stifling way. With Brian and Emmett, I come down from a panic and they return to the conversation we were having before or offer me a drink.”

“Sometimes I want to be hugged and comforted after I panic, but I can see why your friends acting as though it didn’t happen could be helpful too.” Margaret chimed in.

“Being left alone after an attack is sometimes so relieving. It allows me to get my head on straight without feeling like I have to perform.” The military man nodded at Justin in understanding.

“How do we cope with the upheaval a panic attack brings? In what ways do you settle your mind?” Jessica glanced between each member of the group, whether they’d been talking already or just observing.

“For the longest time, I would close my eyes and count each inhale and exhale. I would need complete silence to get my brain back online.” Justin spoke up, surprising himself at how honest he was being.

“That’s a good, healthy way to cope,” Jessica responded.

“I hug my kids,” Margaret said as she bit her lip and wrung her hands.

“I take my dog for a walk,” The military man added.

“Ever since meeting Brian, though, I’ve needed a hand on my shoulder to ground me as I do the inhales and exhales.” Justin continued.

“I listen to my favorite song,” A teen to the left of Justin chimed in.

“Justin, you said that now you need a hand to ground you. Is it really that you need it or that because you trust Brian his hand is something you want to have?” Jessica asked him directly.

Justin shrugged, not sure he knew the correct answer.

“These are all great coping methods. Remember, it’s not a terrible thing to need someone there to guide you. Just don’t make them your only management method. Nor is it wrong to want to do it alone. Just don’t use it as an excuse not to work toward positive growth. We all have different ways of coping. Just as long as you recognize what you need and actually use it to manage your anxiety.” Jessica brought their attention back to her and brought the meeting to a conclusion.

“I’m so proud of the progress each of you are making. Please remember, your journey is your own don’t measure it against someone else. See you next week.”

Justin helped Margaret put the chairs back against the walls. She chattered with him about her daughters, who were 5 and 3. Justin found himself smiling in spite of himself. They were just finishing up when Brian showed up. He hung back from the people still milling around, but Justin appreciated him being there nonetheless.

Margaret looked toward Brian as Justin paused to stare and exchange silent words of comfort. She smiled at him and gently nudged him with her shoulder.

“He’s cute.” She quirked her eyebrow and smiled. “Let me guess, that’s Brian.”

Justin ducked his head, blushing, “Yeah.”

“I wasn’t sure what you guys were to each other based on what you’ve shared, but something tells me he’s someone special.” Margaret grabbed the last chair from him, leaned it against the rest, and dragged him over to where Brian stood.

“Hi! I’m Margaret.” Margaret shamelessly put her hand out to Brian as Justin dropped his head into his hand in embarrassment. “I feel like I know you.”

“Unless you have a dick, I doubt it.” Brian quipped before he shook her hand. “Brian Kinney.” 

Margaret laughed, “Oh god. Not like that. I mean, Justin talks about you.”

“Why Justin? Do you share about me during circle time?” Brian’s face lit up with mirth as he flung his arm around Justin’s shoulder, pulling the blond against his body.

Justin rolled his eyes. “I know you don’t believe in the merits of group therapy, but I kind of like it. It’s nice to unload sometimes.”

Brian leaned forward and whispered into Justin’s ear, “I have something we could unload together. At my loft.”

Justin rolled his eyes but wrapped his arms around the brunette regardless. “Margaret, I will see you next week. Thanks for sharing with us this week. You are making great progress.”

“You too, Justin.” She reached out and squeezed his arm. And then she looked at Brian, who’s head was still buried in Justin’s neck, and winked. Justin shook his head in amusement.

Once Margaret was gone, Justin turned his full attention to Brian. The man was clingier than usual, which was Justin’s first sign that something was amiss.

“Hey, you okay?” Justin nudged Brian out of his neck.

Brian pulled out of Justin’s embrace completely and looked at the floor. He looked despondent, as if a sudden switch had been flipped from only a couple of minutes ago.

“I had my treatment today,” Brian mumbled, pulling at Justin’s hand to interlock their fingers.

“Okay.” Justin was terrified of what that might mean, but he didn’t want to put it into words before Brian did.

“My doctor said the scan that I had taken last week at my halfway mark, they found another tumor. This time in my lung.” Brian finally looked up, and the brokenness Justin saw there broke his heart.

“Is that bad?” Justin knew the answer, but he didn’t want to believe it.

“It’s spreading, Justin. Of course, that’s bad. Jesus.” Brian stalked off, away from Justin. 

Justin jogged to keep up with him. He reached out and grabbed Brian’s shoulder to stop him from continuing. 

“Would you stop!” Justin exclaimed, “I know it’s bad. I just wanted to give you the chance to say so without making assumptions.”

Brian didn’t respond, but he also stayed where he was. The fact that he wasn’t trying to leave gave Justin hope that they’d be okay. He wanted to desperately wrap Brian up in the biggest hug of his life.

“What does this mean?” Justin reached up and cupped Brian’s cheek, wiping away the tears that were now silently falling down his face.

“My doctor wants to double up on the number of treatments I’m getting.” Brian’s voice was barely audible. Then he gazed into Justin’s eyes and said something the blond was certain he’d never say to anyone else, “I’m scared I’m going to die.”

Justin didn’t respond. Instead, he pulled Brian against his chest and held on for dear life. They both stood there for a few minutes, deriving comfort from each other’s touch.

“We’re going to fight this.” Justin whispered into Brian’s ear, “You’re going to be fine.”

Brian nodded against Justin’s shoulder and nuzzled further into his neck. Justin placed a kiss to the top of Brian’s head. He tried his best to hold back his tears, not wanting Brian to know that he, too, was terrified. But, some of them landed in brunette hair just the same.

After a few minutes, Brian stood back, wiped his eyes, coughed, and straightened up.

“Fuck. I could use a drink. Let’s go see Emmett.” 

Justin knew Brian was done talking about his cancer for the time being. There was time enough on the horizon for them to figure out where they were going. But, for now, the time was perfect for friendship and alcohol to drown out the bad feelings. Justin was getting better, but Brian wasn’t. He definitely didn’t want to dwell on thoughts that this person who had already changed his whole brain chemistry might be gone someday soon.

“So, why do you work at the Bloom Gallery?” Brian broke the silence as they drove to Milk & Honey.

“Like existentially or from a simple employment sense?” Justin laughed to hide that his brain was still stuck on what Brian had told him.

“Whatever one is more interesting.” Brian quipped, and Justin glanced over to find his eyes full of mischief once more.

“Well, in the grand scheme, I want to be an artist. So, I figure if I work for a gallery, eventually, it’ll get me the contacts I will need after I graduate. From an employment standpoint, they are flexible with my class schedule.” Justin shrugged.

“That makes sense.” Brian mused. “Do you like Lindsay? I know things were weird with her on Saturday, but usually, she’s chill.”

“She’s okay.” Justin shrugged. “She lets me paint in the back on slow days, which I appreciate. Even when my hand isn’t being cooperative for very long.”

Brian nodded and then went silent. 

“How long have you known her? Must be a while if you guys have a 4-year-old kid together.” Justin pushed the conversation as they pulled up to Emmett’s building.

“Lindsay and I met during college. It’s complicated, but basically, we had sex once because I was high and she was around.” Brian turned off the Jeep but didn’t move.

“Then, five years ago, when she and Melanie came to me asking for my sperm, I agreed.” Justin watched as Brian sucked in a breath, a storm brewing in his eyes. 

“Fuck! I swore to Gus that I’d always be there for him. That he could count on his old man.” Brian leaned his head on the steering wheel.

Justin reached over and massaged his neck. “You will be. Gus is going to grow up knowing his dad. You’re going to beat this.”

Justin looked toward the building, “Does Emmett know yet?”

Brian mumbled something that Justin couldn’t understand. Then he lifted his head and gazed at Justin with a softness rarely seen from Brian Kinney.

“He knows that I got bad news. Not the details.” 

“Okay. Well, let's go get a drink then.” Justin moved his hand from Brian’s neck to the back of his head and leaned across the console for a kiss.

They both got out of the vehicle and strode up to Emmett’s. At this point, Emmett just left the door unlocked for them to come in without needing him. Justin led the way, with Brian close behind him, holding Justin’s hand for dear life.

“Hey,” Justin called out as they approached the area of the space that held the bar. Emmett came out from the back and met them with a quick hug for Justin and a longer one for Brian.

“Let’s drink!” Emmett smiled and clapped his hands. “Lindsay mentioned that the gala raised beyond their goal for the GLC. That’s amazing.”

Justin nodded as he and Brian sat next to each other on two stools. “The goal was $25,000, and we earned $35,000. Someone made an anonymous donation of three grand without buying any of the art.” 

Justin noticed Emmett give Brian a serruptitious look but didn’t comment on it. He would let them have their moment. If it were meant to include him, they would do so. 

“So, Brian…” Emmett started and then stalled out. Justin could tell he was trying to keep the conversation away from Brian’s cancer, but it was really hard to do so right now. 

Brian rolled his eyes, “Go ahead. I know you want to ask.”

Emmett reached out to grab Brian’s other hand, which was holding his tumbler of whiskey.

“What exactly did your doctor say?” 

“He told me that my cancer had spread from just my testicle and attached lymph nodes to my lung. I’m still a low risk, but now I’m stage 3.” Brian downed the rest of his drink.

Justin didn’t say anything. He just squeezed Brian’s hand with his own and provided the man with silent support. After all, Justin had no idea what to say to Brian when his cancer seemed no big deal at all. Now, it had gotten worse, and Justin was at an even bigger loss.

“Fuck.” Emmett cursed. It was one of the few times Justin had heard such words from the man. “Well, as my Aunt Lula would say, there’s no better time to eat pudding and honey.”

Justin looked up at Emmett incredulously, “What?!”

“Emmett’s Aunt Lula makes regular guest appearances as the purveyor of all things wise,” Brian explained with a chuckle. “Though, I’m not sure I would agree with her this time.”

“Oh, hush. Any time I was sad, which, believe me, was often, my Aunt Lula would whip me up a batch of vanilla pudding and mix in her homemade honey. It always made me feel better.” Emmett waved his hand around as he walked over to the refrigerator to the left of the bar. “I made you a batch to take home, Bri.”

Brian took the extended sweet and placed it down on the counter with a strangled look. “Thanks, Em.”

“Now, have you told Deb or Michael?” Emmett fixed Brian with a serious look.

Brian shook his head. “I can’t handle their dramatics right now.”

Justin watched as Emmett poured Brian another shot of whiskey. Then the man walked around to Brian and wrapped him in a hug once more. Justin couldn’t hear what Emmett was whispering, but whatever it was caused Brian to let go of Justin’s hand and wrap both his arms around Emmett as well.

“I’ll tell them at dinner on Sunday.” Brian finally said out loud, to which Emmett nodded in understanding.

“What’s dinner on Sunday?” Justin asked, wanting to be part of the conversation again.

“It’s a thing our family does every week. Wanna come with me?” Brian responded, turning his body so that he faced Justin.

“I wouldn’t want to impose.”

“Oh, please. Debbie loves having as many people as she can in her house for dinner,” Emmett exclaimed.

“Besides, Gus will be there. I know how much you like him.” Brian smirked, harkening back to the quiet acceptance the two had developed for each other during coffee the other day.

“He is a pretty cool kid,” Justin laughed. “Alright. I’ll go.”

“Great! That’s settled then.” Emmett smiled and tried to pour Justin another shot, but he refused. 

The friend group fell into a conversation about what music genre was the best and which artist from that genre reigned supreme. By the time Justin and Brian were ready to go, Emmett had tried to convince them that 80s disco divas were the best of the best.

An hour after arriving at Milk & Honey, Brian and Justin were headed back to Brian’s loft. It hadn’t been discussed, but Justin knew Brian didn’t want to be alone tonight. As they drove, Justin slipped his hand into Brian’s and held it tightly.

“I am still right here. And I’m not leaving.” Justin whispered.

#queer as folk #brian kinney #justin taylor #fanfiction #brian x justin #alternate universe #support group au #current wip

[littlespoonevan]

one line, any fic

thank you so much to @mellaithwen and @homerforsure for tagging me!! 💛💛💛💛

Rules: Pick any 10 of your fics, scroll somewhere to the midpoint, pick a line (or a few), and share it! Then tag 10 people

(initially i was gonna just go back chronologically but then i sort of veered off into posting my favourites so here’s a mishmash of both askjdh)

i will admit it (if you admit it)

Eddie sighs, rubbing his hands over his face before fixing Buck with a pleading look. “I don’t know. I’m still- Buck, I’m still really fucking angry at you-“

“I know,” Buck cuts in before he can say anymore. He doesn’t need to hear it, doesn’t want to. “I know,” he repeats, stepping forward and cradling Eddie’s face between his hands. Eddie doesn’t brush him off; he only stares up at Buck like he’s begging him to offer up a solution to fix all of this.

Take What You Need, Darling

“How nice,” Margaret smiles – though it looks more like a grimace. “If you’re sure, Evan…”

“I’m sure,” Buck insists. “My place. Tomorrow night.”

Eddie mouths a silent thank you when the Buckleys’ backs are turned, biting down on a smile when Buck winks at him.

if you love me, wake me

“I’m really tired,” Eddie admits, half on a laugh as he casts a sidelong glance at Buck.

“I’ll get your meds and help you get ready for bed,” he starts, already making to get up again but Eddie puts a hand on his arm to stop him.

“In a minute,” he mumbles, head dropping down until it’s resting on Buck’s shoulder.

It makes Buck freeze before he forces himself to relax, resisting the urge to rest his cheek against Eddie’s hair.

Look How They Align

“Why? What’s different now?”

Eddie searches his expression, something unreadable in his eyes, and eventually, he smiles. “Moving here, meeting all of you, hanging out with you and Sophie- I’ve got…support here. I don’t feel so alone anymore, y’know?”

Buck knows. Buck knows so deeply that for an insane moment he considers doing something monumentally stupid like taking Eddie’s hand and just- holding it while he tells him he never has to be alone ever again.

i'm someone you maybe might love

The rest of her question gets cut off by a quiet, disbelieving, “Eddie?” and she and Eddie turn just in time for Buck to slam straight into Eddie.

Eddie takes a step back with the force of it but his arms come up around Buck immediately, hugging back just as fiercely. She catches sight of his blinding smile before he tucks his face into Buck’s shoulder and Lucy stares, can’t help it when they’re hugging like long-lost lovers being reunited.

Close Enough for Comfort

“Hey,” he replies quietly. And all he does is lift a hand but Buck takes it for the invitation he knows it is. He sinks down onto the couch and burrows himself under Eddie’s arm, pillowing his head on the spot where Eddie’s ribcage gives way to the softness of his stomach. Eddie’s arm settles over him, a grounding weight that finally pulls Buck back to reality.

“How are you feeling?” Eddie asks, voice hushed and undemanding.

“I’m fine,” he replies, muffling the words in Eddie’s hoodie.

Say Anything...As Long As It's I Love You

Buck shrugs, a faraway sort of look on his face. “Do you remember the old couple we were called to a couple of years ago? The guy’s husband died and when we left them alone together so he could say goodbye he passed away too?”

Eddie does remember. He also remembers how hard the call had hit Buck. He nods, waiting for Buck to continue.

“Well, before Thomas died I was talking to him and he said you don’t find a love like that. You make it.” Buck looks down at his hands, mouth curving up just slightly. “So it’s not like- I don’t think fate is what keeps people together or anything. But I think it knows a thing or two about ‘right place, right time’, y’know?”

a touch of someone else (to save me from myself)

“I’m okay with blurring the lines like this sometimes,” he murmurs. “If it helps.”

Buck cranes his neck to meet his gaze and they’re so close it would take nothing at all for Eddie to close the distance and bring their mouths together. For all that Buck’s flirted, for all that Eddie’s indulged him in his own way, this is first time he’s actively thought about it. The first time he’s pictured kissing Buck in his head and wants.

nobody knows you, baby, the way i do

“Uh okay,” Ravi says, looking uncertainly at the flashcards in his hands that they’d appropriated from Hen’s stash. “Why are we doing this again?”

“Because me and Eddie are obviously better best friends than Hen and Chim,” Buck says and Ravi’s frown deepens.

“But I thought you and Eddie were-“

“Just get on with the questions, Probie,” Chimney interrupts.

Buy Back the Secrets

“Hey come on, you didn’t even make it a week hating me,” Eddie quips. “You’re physically incapable of being impolite for that long.”

“Or maybe you were just too fucking likeable,” Buck grumbles, making Eddie’s grin widen.

And it’s weird because Buck doesn’t know Eddie – or, well, he does but this version of him doesn’t – and yet he just feels…comfortable. Sure in Eddie’s presence in a way he doesn’t expect. There’s obviously a barrier between them, something clearly unspoken in the way Eddie knows everything about their relationship and Buck knows nothing, but it’s nice and it’s easy.

i wasn’t here yesterday so apologies if i double tag anyone but if you haven’t done it yet and would like to i’m tagging @buckactuallys @hmslusitania @evanbucxley @capseycartwright @finduilasclln @hattalove 🌷

#meme thing #scrolling to the midpoint of each of these fics was fascinating actually lmao #long post

[wellntruly]

M*A*S*H - Viewguide, Bonus Episodes

Listen, I missed some. There’s more.

Might be going back and adding these in to each of my season-by-season viewguides; still working that out. In the meantime, my caption for all of these is, “You fool!!!,” and also a bit more:

M*A*S*H - Seasons 1-11 More recommended episodes

1x17 ‘Sometimes You Hear the Bullet’ - Well your guide is me: finally including this one for reasons of maybe the only ever reference to the voice on the PA who doesn’t exist—Essential Moments. Would say your mileage may vary on the rest, but apparently everyone else loves this one, it’s just me being mixed over here! I don’t know! Love Henry in this. This is a Henry episode. To me.

2x06 ‘Kim’ - Trapper wants to adopt a 5-year-old Korean boy, if the rest of the camp doesn’t beat him to it. Margaret wears a red sweater. That’s not relevant to the plot, but she looks pretty.

2x08 ‘The Trial of Henry Blake’ - I had chosen ‘Divided We Stand’ out of the two of these in Season 2 (people from outside the 4077th looking at them and going, wait…), but in doing so deprived you of a veritable cavalcade of iconic bits, including the series’ only “fuck,” though you have to squint through the cursive.

2x14 ‘Hot Lips and Empty Arms’ - Margaret breaks up with Frank and tries to break up with the entire 4077, but they just can’t quit each other. The debut of Loretta Swit’s fucking unparalleled drunk acting. You Will Laugh.

2x19 ’The Chosen People’ - Let’s get into some pointed inter-cultural comedy! When this one started I thought, oh, this might be promising, then soon after I thought, oh no, then after that I thought, actually this is pretty interesting, the 1970s. And rollicking. I MISS SAM PAK.

3x14 ‘Private Charles Lamb’ - I inadvertently made a very interestingly haunted little pairing by having this and the next be my Season 3 bonuses.

3x24 ‘Abyssinia, Henry’ - It's historic TV. Perhaps not "good" TV, but so history.

4x07 ‘The Bus’ - Experimental episode where they strand Potter, Radar, Hawkeye, BJ, and Frank on a broken-down bus in the woods. A real oddity at this stage of the show, at times almost genuinely eerie. Only missed my original list due to Frank's whole vibe just being so shrill. Frank, huushhh hush hush, shhh.

5x01-02 ‘Bug Out, Parts 1 and 2’ - They bug out. Unusual! Hawkeye & Margaret side of affairs a bit of an ‘Aid Station’ retread, but a) you can do far worse than a Hawkeye & Margaret ‘Aid Station’ retread, and b) Potter, BJ, and Klinger are real great on the away-team.

5x14 ‘Hawk’s Nightmare’ - I mentioned this one in my S5 lede; its moment is finally here.

6x07 ‘The Light That Failed’ - They Were All So Cold, and reading a mystery novel together.

6x13 ‘Comrades In Arms, Part 1’ - Yes just Part 1. I love Part 1, and doing things like saying: just Part 1. Imagine the rest. It's what we're doing. :)

7x01 ‘Commander Pierce’ - Chain of command drama comma emotional drama comma helloooo! This is a ~Tarra Select~

7x02 ‘Peace On Us’ - What comes before Part B? Part-Ayyy! This is also somehow a joke about how this was supposed to be the first episode of Season 7 but aired second. Not sure how, but it is.

8x14 ‘Stars and Stripes’ - You haven’t met Scully yet, but no matter, this is where Scully decides to suck. The reason to watch this one is for Margaret, and Margaret & Hawkeye drinking in the O Club to their parallel unluck in love. Mr. and Mrs. 4077, Henry called them once when he had the flu. I think about that. [strangled with emotion] They’re a pair!

9x02 ‘Letters’ - They Were All So Damp

10x20 ‘Sons and Bowlers’ - You are just gonna have to IGNORE that the Margaret plot is flown straight in from Season 1, just hang on and know it has a good ending. Meanwhile: Charles & Hawkeye & Dads. I think this is one of the loveliest things this show does in its later seasons.

11x04 ‘The Joker Is Wild’ - This meanwhile is the most insane thing this show ever, ever did. By the same man who wrote 'Preventative Medicine', and the subject of my armchair psychology dissertation I swear to god, John.

11x06 ‘Bombshells’ - Actually probably the “best” episode of Season 11 I think. There's a sort of pervasive sense of loss to all of it, even the bits, that leads well to the finale.

#M*A*S*H hours

#M*A*S*H #M*A*S*H hours #viewguides #Tarra watches

[smiletimeisrunningout]

CHARACTER QUESTIONNAIRE !!

Tagged by: took it from the man Emma is apparently courting @johngravessimcoe

Tagging: anyone who wants to do it

✧･ﾟ 𝐃𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄.

doing the historical version

Name: Emma (of the White Kingdom)

Alias(es): Swan (derogatory), Princess Charming (affectionate)

Gender: female (she/her).

Orientation: Tragically straight.

Age: 28+

Date of birth: November 23th

Place of birth: White Kingdom, Mysthaven, Europe.

Spoken language(s): English, Italian, Greek, Spanish, French, bit of German (she has a thing for languages so I don't exclude her learning more at random)

Occupation(s): princess, potentially bounty-hunter/knight if she loses her throne. Wife. Heartbreaker.

★ ⸻ APPEARANCE

Eye colour: green. There is some golden in them apparently?

Hair colour: blonde.

Height: 5''44

Other: whatever she's wearing she's going to make it just a bit inappropriate to show off. LOTS of scars. The one along her spine forces her to cover her back at all times (maybe that's why she's so okay showing the front?), very appreciative of her own hair, it's always down and curled up. Freckles! Which she hides under her makeup because boys made her self-conscious about them.

★ ⸻ FAVORITE

Colour: red, golden (white for clothes only).

Song: she's a Disney princess, she'll love and sing anything like she's about to get the golden buzzer.

Food: food being her one true love, it's hard to peak, but steak with potatoes and chocolate go hand in hand.

Drink: at this point I think gin.

★ ⸻ HAVE THEY...

Passed university: let's say she's more of a jock type. Tutors may have cried. Either she can memorize insanely hard stuff because it's important to her or she will spend five days trying to read a chapter of King Liar and fall asleep every time.

Had sex: way too much.

Had sex in public: yes if by in public you mean where she could get caught because people were nearby.

Gotten pregnant/someone else pregnant: not in the historical verse, but some day she'd like a bunch of kids. She'll probably have one max two at this point.

Kissed a boy: hell yes.

Kissed a girl: nope.

Gotten tattoos: not yet.

Gotten piercings: no.

Been in love: yep once with a man who absolutely destroyed her in every possible way and now lives like 30 minutes away.

Stayed up 24+ hours: yes. she doesn't like it.

★ ⸻ ARE THEY...

A virgin: not only she's not but she initiated and controlled her first time with the same bastard who broke her and who wasn't actually ever going to try to go that far with her.

A cuddler: desperately so.

A kisser: could spend hours just doing that.

Scared easily: no and sometimes she SHOULD.

Jealous easily: not exactly. she's jealous of her role (she'd be terribly offended if someone who knows her asked another lady to punch someone), and she expects her relationships to be respected by others (meaning somebody is getting punched if they don't) but otherwise she's like 'yeah I know he's awesome, he's also mine :D '

Submissive: she was submissive ONCE in her life with the ex and it broke her, so never again. Terrified to going back to that, though.

Dominant: In the bedroom, yes. In her job, yes. In a relationship? She wants to agree on things.

In love: in teror of falling in love.

Relationship status: spinster

★ ⸻ RANDOM QUESTIONS

Have they harmed themselves: not purposefully, besides the time when she punches or kicks things that she shouldn't.

Thought of suicide/ideated: yes.

Attempted suicide: considered it from a place where she could and then didn't.

Wanted to kill someone: several people. Then in some cases did.

Have/had a job: same answer of above.

Fears: being in a romantic relationship. Being in love and getting heartbroken. Falling into depression again. Losing her kingdom because of depression. Being submissive and humiliating herself again. People staying with her out of pity again. Losing her loved ones.

Sibling(s): None.

Parent(s): King David (Charming) and Queen Mary Margaret, alive and disgustingly in love.

Children: none

Children in history: yes if by history we mean canon. Henry and Hope.

Significant other(s): considering arranging a marriage.

Pet(s): her evil murderous horse Apple. Whatever animals she finds and brings home. She only doesn't have a dog because she knows she'd stay by the dog's side from birth to death.

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