#ladies and gentlemen. ive done it again.

[lunar-wandering]

Fubuki (Cover by NANO), ft Every Single Episode of Lego Monkie Kid

#Monkie Kid #lego monkie kid #AMV #in honour of s5 coming out sometime in the next few months #ladies and gentlemen. ive done it again. #i did one of these back after the s3 finale and now. we're here once more

[boowhumps]

Whumpril 2024

Day 9 - Self-Doubt

⚠TW⚠

- Swearing

- Mentions of Suicide

- Fluff (I need a break from the angst)

- Post-Calamitous

Enjoy!

~~~~~~~~~~

Karyme laid in bed, eyes fixated on her hand. A silver band covered with small diamonds sat on her finger, glistening.

Karyme wasn’t sure what to say, but she was thinking. Thinking about how surreal this all was.

Now that it had happened, she was surprised she hadn’t noticed the signs. Kaiden’s ideas, how mysterious he had been acting, then his insistence to get their promise rings professionally cleaned..

Dear Selyna, he really had her fooled. But honestly, she was glad she didn’t notice, because the surprise was perfect., and considering she hated surprises, it proved just how amazing it went.

She recalled the memory in her mind, over and over again, just in awe of the fact that it actually happened..

~~~~~~~~~~

The couple walked down the path, hands interlocked, and silence between them as they enjoyed the peace and quiet.

This was a normal occurrence for them, with Kaiden randomly dragging Karyme along to do something.

It was a bit different though, since they were both a bit dressed up. Kaiden said they would go for dinner afterwards, so that must be why.

Regardless, the walk was nice. Karyme was enjoying herself, the combination of greenery and the lack of people making for a perfect place.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Kaiden says suddenly.

Karyme nods softly, a very subtle smile forming on her lips.

Kaiden smiles back. "I knew you'd like it." He pauses, looking forward as a hand slips into his pocket. "You know, I've been meaning to say something.."

Karyme raises her eyebrows a bit, eyes staring at him in curiosity. "What is it.?"

He laughs softly. "Before you start overthinking, it's nothing bad, if anything, I'd say it's great."

Kaiden comes to a stop in the path, urging Karyme to come closer to him. They interlock hands again as the stand, looking at each other.

"When we met.. it was so crazy how hard I fell for you, even with only knowing your name." He says embarrassingly. "I just knew that, I wanted to talk to you, and get to know you.. I'm glad I did.."

"I don't regret loving you, even if I never.. was the best at showing it, or when I let others dictate how I should feel.." He continues. "Even when we fought, when you were upset because of me, I couldn't stop loving you."

Karyme sighs. "Kaiden, it wasn't-"

Kaiden stops her. "But it was, baby, and that wasn't fair to you." He smiles at her. "I fucked up, and I'm glad you managed to help me realize that."

Karyme shakes her head. "Could've been.. less harshly done.."

"You did what you had to do, Karyme, I had to almost lose you to appreciate you." Kaiden replies. "But really, it's been a.. rollercoaster for us, hasn't it?"

Karyme sighs. "That's an understatement, but yeah, I guess it has been.."

Kaiden nods in agreement. "With all that's happened, with your family, our friends, our own personal problems.. I couldn't imagine going through all that without you."

Karyme squeezes his hands. "We made it though, didn't we?"

Kaiden smiles. "We did, and I want.. us to be together through.. everything."

Karyme raises her eyebrows a bit. "What are you-"

Her heart seems to stop as Kaiden pulls a box out of his pocket, slowly kneeling on one knee.

Karyme bends over, completely in shock at what's happening. But yet, Kaiden just admires her.

"Sweetheart.." He starts, holding Karyme's hands in his. "I know how badly life has treated you, and how you were deprived of so much.." He looks her in the eyes. "Let me love you forever, yeah?"

Karyme is in utter shock, tears brimming in her eyes. "Kaiden.."

Kaiden takes a breath, and finally speaks.

"Karyme, will you marry me?"

Karyme is openly crying at this point, trying to catch her own breath. Finally, she speaks quickly.

"Yes, yes, yes-!" She cries in excitement, a tone that she hardly has.

With those words, the ring is slipped onto her waiting finger. There are tears from both ends now as Kaiden immediately stands up and hugs Karyme tightly, spinning her around.

They share a kiss as the overwhelming emotions overtake the both of them in an instant, the happiness overshadowing all they had to overcome to get to this point.

And after 6 long years, they could finally put their love for each other on their ring fingers.

~~~~~~~~~~

Karyme sighed, laying back onto the bed, twirling the ring on her finger.

Finally, Kaiden came into the bedroom, eyes admiring his soon-to-be wife.

"You love the ring that much, huh?" He laughs. "Not more than me, I hope."

Karyme sits up. "Never more than you."

Kaiden takes a seat on the bed, urging Karyme over. He takes her into his arms, nestling his face in her hair as Karyme gets comfortable.

"What are you thinking about.?" He asks softly, his hands wandering over her body.

Karyme sighs. "Just.. things."

Kaiden hums. "Must be pretty important since you've been lost in thought for a while now." He rubs her arm. "Talk to me, baby."

Karyme clutches her hand against her own chest, feeling the cold of the ring brush against her skin. "It's just.." She sighs. "It feels like.. I don't deserve this.."

Kaiden's hand reaches for Karyme's, grasping it. "Sweetheart, you know that isn't true.."

Karyme looks at the ring again. "Sometimes it feels like it is, like what happened two years ago.."

Kaiden pulls her closer. "That wasn't your fault, you were in pain, you were hurting and needed an escape.." He takes a deep breath. "You've been doing great though, I'm proud of you, you know?"

Karyme nods. "I know.." She frowns. "What about our wedding.?"

Kaiden laughs softly. "You're already thinking about that? Hun, we've been engaged for only a couple of hours."

Karyme huffs. "Can't help it.." She says softly. "I just thought about.. how depressing it'll be."

"Depressing how?" Kaiden asks.

"Well.. hardly any of my family will be there.." Karyme says. "..and I won't have anyone to walk me down the ai.. or any parent to dance with at the reception, and the pictures will be so empty-"

"Baby," Kaiden says, stopping Karyme mid-sentence. "Trust me, the wedding will be perfect, and we'll have more than enough friends to fill up the space." He kisses her on the forehead. "Now, close your eyes and dream of the perfect wedding."

Karyme snuggles closer to Kaiden. "You too.."

Kaiden nods, turning off the lamp on the nightstand. "Me too."

They both finally lay down to rest after the most eventful day of their lives.

And after this day, they are one step ever so closer to officially being referred to as husband and wife.

~~~~~~~~~~

#whumpril2024 #whumprilday9 #self-doubt #whump writing #AHHHHHHHH #IM FUCKING BEHIND AGAIN #LADIES GENTLEMEN AND EVERYTHING IN BETWEEN IVE DONE IT AGAIN #actually the reasoning is writers block + my band concert on Wednesday + midterm stress #thats my excuse #take it. #anywho that is it. #and as always #enjoy! :)

[cumulo-stratus]

“You Do This Everyday?”

Pairing: Spencer reid x Male! Youtuber! Reader

Description: y/n has a pretty popular cooking channel and one day after y/n doesnt edit out spencer givving y/n a kiss when he gets home the fans go crazy wanting a video where you bake together so you make a vid answering questions while making a fall recipe

Warnings: possible swearing, fluff, spencer being a clueless little pookie <3

Flufftober day 12: cooking together

A/N: I saw a fic with he idea of spencer x youtuber reader and i loved it so here we are. i think this idea is so cute and has so much potential so i hope i do it justice <3 Enjoy!

The last of the afternoon light streamed through the windows of Y/n and spencers kitchen, and theirs laughs rang out loudly through the otherwise quiet apartment. Y/n had put his weight on spencer- his face stuffed into his spencers chest trying to muffle his laugh. When the laughing finally died down to giggles y/n lifted his face and said 

“spence- spencer we need to redo the intro!” 

“But we’ve done it 2 times already!”

“yes- and well do it a third and a fourth if you dont stop laughing whenever i start talking!” 

The loving bickering was only that- bickering. Spencer didnt mind doing another take, and another one, if it meant he got to see y/n laugh again he would do it 10 times. His attention was pulled back to reality by his boyfriend counting down, starting again.

“3, 2, 1, rolling. Hello ladies, gentlemen, and rats under chef hats, i welcome back to my channel- I hope your having a funky fun day becasue in todays video im going to be making minestrone soup- but with a twist! i read your comments- ive seen the requests, so today my lovely and beautiful and handsome boyfriend will be joining us!”

Y/n motioned for spencer to come into frame and he shuffled in while his boyfriend did jazz hands around him for special effects. spencer giggled at his boyfriends antics while he introduced him.

“everybody this is spencer- hes my boyfriend, and today he’s gonna help me make soup. And yes we will eat it for dinner afterwards!”

Y/n trailed off and stayed silent for a couple seconds for editing later before giving spencer a kiss on the lips- silently thanking him for participating in the video. 

“okay- now i need to start with the veggies- can you grab them out the fridge please?”

“of course m’lord!” spencer used a joking tone as he pulled all the bags labeled “for soup” and dropped them unceremoniously on the counter, eliciting a chuckle from y/n. After taking the vegetables out of their bags and setting them back on the counter, y/n went back and started the camera. Spencer giggled as y/n began to speak. 

"Okay so we're gonna start by cutting our veggies- but, and especially because my boyfriend over here is a bit of a germaphobe, we're gonna wash them first, thoroughly.”

spencer chuckled at this while his boyfriend poured the veggies into a veggie spinner that he had gotten him for christmas. After washing he brought them back to the island infront of the camera and said “Just like that- poof! clean veggies” (definitely thinking of the audio and just like that- poof! lola’s gone. wrong- im right here you fucking brusell sprout!) 

Spencer looked at y/n confused and asked "wait but- why'd you say poof? You washed them right here?!"

Y/n started giggling and took Spencer's hands in his and said "Spence- lovey I washed them off camera and then I'm gonna edit it to look like they poofed clean" spencer looked down for a moment before looking back up causing y/n to burst out laughing as he said “oh. i gués that makes sense, sorry..” and gave y/n a peck on the lips. Y/n pulled out the knife block and set it on the counter, starting the camera. 

“Okay so im gonna have spence prep my veggies and then I’ll cut them into peices about the size of my thumbnail, or a little bigger.” spencer nodded, understanding his job and started by peeling a carrot. not five minutes in of him cutting and peeling, and of course while you were filming a quick shot of you guys cutting the vegetables- did he cut his finger! y/n wa focused on dicing the onion when he heard a loud yelp from his boyfriend next to him. His headshot up looking at his boyfriend, concerned. 

"What's wrong love?" 

"I cut my finger" Spencer had the most doe eyed, helpless look on his face as he held up his finger, which was now streaming blood. Y/ns eyes knitted in concern for his boyfriend and he walked over, dabbing the blood with a dish rag. 

"Oh my poor baby- here lemme help you."

Y/n left a small peck on his boyfriend's hand, leading him over to the sink to wash it off. Spencer just pouted as the cool water splashed over his finger. Y/n chuckles before getting a bandaid from the first-aid kit in the kitchen, and gently placing it on Spencer's newly cleaned finger. 

After cleaning up the blood, and confiscating Spencer's knife and peeler. 

The couple then took a couple minutes to regroup, and finish the vegetables, before filming the rest of the video.

While y/n put away his camera and turned down the burner under the freshly made soup, Spencer flopped down onto the couch sighing and said "you do this everyday?" Y/n chuckled at this and to flopped down on top of Spencer, giving him a kiss on the cheek and saying "yup- and I still have to edit out all the clips of you just laughing" y/ns tone was teasing while Spencer's became defensive as he spoke in his defense, "hey- I don't do it for a living, you do! You know I'm a terrible cook y/n.. speaking of I think I deserve another kiss for that cut I got on my hand earlier.." Spencer trailed with a smirk. His boyfriend sighed in fake resignation and leaned for a kiss, holding back a laugh as their lips met. 

The End 

#spencer reid #criminal minds #bau #bau team #fluff #cute #gay #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x male reader #Spencer reid x YouTuber!reader #flufftober #Flufftober 2023 #flufftober day 12 #flufftober prompt #Spencer reid fluff #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid fic #spencer reid fan fic #spencer reid imagine

[whatifwekilledgodandwebothgirls]

Alright alright im done crying now and since i did a book review of the symposium im doing a book review of alcibiades so buckle up . Yes , i am aware no one cares about this , but its fine . First i gotta say this is marginally worse than the simposium but in a woerd way . Its still good , dont get me wrong , but i like the symposium better . I dont know if its just because i like long peices of text , which the simposium had but this one lacks , or because its simply lacking in content . The messeges are alright , nothing shocking so far , very aproachable , very understandable very easy . You can tell its written with a goal to educate people of all intelligence . Its an easy book thats what im saying . Now

This decked me in the face with a steel chair

( trans: i belive , son of clenias , that you wonder despite the fact that i fell in love with you first, im the only one who continues to while the others have left , and continiusly pester you , while all these years i havent even greeted you )

Right off the bat , this is very different from the simposium . We are getting explicit proof that alcibiades and socrates are in a romantic relationship. First i thought that the book was imidietly worse that the for stating it so obviously, because i quite liked the ambiguity in the simposium, but then i undertood that the two books , despite being difrent , complement eachother perfectly and present a natural chain of events.

First off all in the simposium it is made clear that alcibiades got rejected because he had nothing to give to socrates besides hollow beuty and socrates had nothing to give to alcibiades, since the knowlage he belived he had wasnt real ( one thing i know i know nothing and so on so forth ) . Now we are getting a more in-depth explanation as to how they ended up together despite that little talk . Basically from what i gather since socrates doesnt like being a teacher because he doesnt know shit he used the maieutice ( or however the fuck its spelled ) because he belives that to gain knowledge one must first undertand that they are lacking it and second ask themselves questions to try to get it . He didnt think he could give knowlage to alcibiades then because he didnt think alcibiades desired to learn . He couldn't make him a good man , but he could later help him grow and learn so he could make himself a good man , all of those things needed alcibiades willing to put the work in , and not relay on socrates to just snap his fingers and turn him good , like he expected in the simposium .

( trans: speak , my dear , and i will listen)

Now the word for word translation is a little different. That little " ωγαθέ " litterally translates to " good " , but since both men use it generously and plenty throught the dialogue, i can only assume it was a common pet name of the time . Its worth noting that calling people good ( καλε μου , καλη μου ) is also a pet name in todays greece , or maybe 50 years ago greece , that ive deeply assosiated with posh , high class very polite ladies and gentlemen. I dont know why but ive only heard it used in that uper society politeness, and when i first read alcibiades saying it it fit like a glove

Socrates also tends to pamper alcibiades with compliments all throught the text , and making a lot of attemts at flattery , which i think serve the purpose both to showcase that socrates is an admirer of beauty, to show that goodness and virtue are to be praised , but also because he is being so unbelivably annoying that without those little compliments to keep him on his good side , alcibiades would have puched him in the face . He calls him brave ( also tranlated as virtius ) beutiful , smart , beutiful again , like a bunch , and overall slaps a pet name next to his name any time he mentions him

( trans : no , by our mutual friend zeus , who protects both me and you , in whose name i would take a fake vow . If you have such teacher , say it )

( trans : by zeus i didnt ignore it , but i knew clearly i was being wronged )

Now zeus is mentioned a lot in this text . Thats not entirely true . Zeus is mention a lot by alcibiades in this text . In the instance socrates talks of him , he uses an epithet and not his actuall name , praises him , and very clearly states the importance and nessecity of the vow . He is being very cerful and very poilite. Alcibiades just short of does whatever . He contantly says by zeus , for no aparent reason , and as an awnser to anything and everything , just casually sprinkles it i converastion. Now im not sure if this is blashemy , or if im just entirely mistaken , but its really highlighting the fact that alcibiades doesnt cae and never has cared much about being proper to the gods. It reminded me of that one line from the simposium, where alcibiades vowed something to possidon for abseloutely no reason and socrates hot mad at him in a very casual way , in the way he would scold a ten year old for having candy before dinner . He knew alcibiades saw blasphemy as a part time sport , he was used to it and he didn't bother yelling at him much , since the act was bound to repeat its self regardles . Similarly here , alcibiades very casually and normally takes gods name in vain , for no serious reason , and socrates is too used to it to react .

And finaly , the wholy grail

( trans : socr :you will speak to them ( the people of athens ) and this , which is right ?

Alc: i have to )

Socrates asks alcibiades if , later in the week during his political speach , when he adresses the people of athens , he will talk to them about matter that are moraly right and wrong . To me , this is the most crutial part of the dialoge , this is the backbone of the wntire consept and the translation does not do this justice . He asks if he will speak of right or wrong , and alcibiades replies " ανάγκη " . " i must " i have too " or more litterally " out off need "

Now at first i was confused when i read alccibiades , out off all the people in the world , talking about wanting to be morally good . Alcibiades has always been a cunt . He is a genuengly horrid human being . And then i thought about it a bit and realised that when he is speaking to the people , he really is not. Reading a single speach of his that thucides has written and tgen comparing the image he portrays with his biography makes my point obvious . He uses morality to get what he wants constanly. In sparta , whils convincing the king to provide his shelter he didnt go the petty route , even if he could have . He didnt go the " i hate them and want revenge " route . He could have pulled it off . But he didnt attempt . No , instead he made himself apear virtius , apear good , saying he is just trying to regain his home , painting himself as a wronged man who is trying to undo his enemies wrongdoings . He used moral superiority to convince constantly and then turns around and fucks someones wife , because in privet he has abseloutely no need for morals .

Need is such a strong word . If you dont get what ypu need you will die , the fact that the author chose that in particular is inane to me . This is the part when it bacame obvious that alcibiades doesnt care about goodness , but cares a whole lot about greatness . He doesnt care about morality , but he would do anything to be gonsidered a great leader and get power . Socrates made sure he understood that to be great you first need to be good , but in turn , alcibiades understood that goodness is a tool for him to use to get what he trully wanted , a means to an end , not a final goal. He cannot reach true power without being good , and so he is forced into a road of virtue that doesnt fit him . He is a camilion in this instance , like plutarch called him in his biography , he puts on a virtus persona so he can gain influence and get things his way , even when later admiting to his true nature , to the fact that sometimes to him moral acts are not desirable , he frazes it strangely , never completely addmiting to it ,saying its improper to share such thoughts . He is the pinical of diplomacy, he used morality as a sield and as a front , as is visible in his later life in which he convices people to act on whats right and then privetly acts like a complete degenerate .

Now do i think that in some part he actually desired morality just for the sake of it ? Yes lf course , but its very obvious from the way he was raised that socrates failed to convince him to desire it for himself , not just for his work as a politian

#or not . im dont have a degree or anything. i aslo am kind of stupid so i might be wrong #honorable mentions : alcibiades saying he had been tought grammar gymnastics and music but not mentioning learning math . did he just never #learn math . he made a point of only being tought these three . did he not know math thats fucking hilarious good for him #thats all i have to say #alcibiades #socrates #socrates/alcibiades #ancient greece #philosophy #alcibiades I

[puddles2456]

i never knew it was like that...

naster arranged a special date night. It started with a visit to spa, massage, mud bath, etc. then after getting cleaned up, he brought me to get my hair done, and a Mani and Pedi. He then brought me to Victoria secrets and got me a bunch of lingerie and of course to the shoe store for heels, and finally to the store for a beautiful gown.

Once I was all dressed (albeit with some hints and comments from the ladies helping me seeing me in chastity belt and bra, collar, and wrist and ankle cuffs (free of chains), we finally saw a live theatre show, and then a wonderful dinner at an amazing restaurant.

On our drive back, he asked me "would I wish to change how my life has been for the last 14 months, or would I like to change things into what I just experienced?". When we got home, Master is the type to get the doors, like a gentlemen. But as soon as he opened the door I slid out onto my knees, and kissed his feet and I told, "my life is puddles, the chastity locked virgin slave girl, to you, and I'll always be puddles the puppy slave.".

Master then offered me a hand to help me up, telling me I'm going to ruin my new dress and shoes, and he led me into the house. I put all my new clothes, shoes and lingerie away, and now I'm in my cage, curled up with my stuffie and stuck in la la land.

Ive never been on a date like that before and I hope Master does it again. Oh, and the flowers, there was flowers for me everywhere. I'm hoping Master doesn't forget to give me my discipline guidance tonight and then uses my butt for his pleasure tonight. Why am I so in love with the man that took my orgasms away indefinitely, and constantly edges me, and torments me to tears? I don't know, but I never want this to change, or end.

#Loving slave #strict chastity #female chastity #locked and denied #owned slave #needy pussy #cnc k!nk #corruption kink #rap3toy

[bonesandthebees]

The altercation gets worse then, with Wilbur shoving Quackity. Puffy has to hold him off, but the shove clearly hurt Quackity's ego somehow because he went in for a punch that was wholly unnecessary to prove a point [Don’t you ever fucking touch me again!]

Tommy helping Wilbur has multiple meanings which I want to decipher. One of them being that no matter how much they fight, Tommy will be there for Wilbur because they're brothers and he's never had it any other way. Two, Wilbur was never one for violence, and him somehow being involved in it now is a clear difference to what Tommy remembers or accepts and feels the need to protect because Wilbur was always the talker, not the fighter. Three, coming out of talk about executions and all, I'm sure he feels particularly sensitive about physical hurt.

Pain. Bee, you're good at this, whatever it is you do.

Phil and Techno walk in, and there's a really, really new display of pure possessive behaviour. It feels different to everything else we've seen somehow because it feels so much more open, almost no traces of subtlety whatsoever. It's completely here now, and Quackity can tell. (So can the boys, and Wilbur is clearly not having it. Tommy lets Techno's hand sit on his shoulder which makes me think he's sort of okay with it, but it could also just be him not moving out of shock/fear.) It's interesting how, yeah, Wilbur just shoved Quackity and didn't really hurt him in the way Quackity hurt Wilbur, but he was still the one that made it physical from verbal. But Phil and Techno do not give a shit. They see "Boy hurt, boy mine, I protecc, I fight." The family vibes are strong here ladies and gentlemen.

- ❄️

the punch wasn't necessary at all! but i think it's pretty clear that something set quackity off. his reaction wasn't smart, it was made out of anger and impulse and he realized how badly he fucked up the second phil and techno showed up

your reasons for why tommy helped are all correct! it's a mix of all three of those things. tommy and wilbur are brothers and no matter how much you fight, that's not going to change. wilbur practically raised tommy. even if their relationship is worse than it's ever been, neither one would just sit by and let the other get hurt. that's not how they operate. and then of course it was also just startling for tommy to see wilbur of all people resort to violence when that's so inherently against everything he's ever done. plus yeah the talk they just came out of certainly left things a little more raw than they were before.

lmao sorry not sorry for the pain :)

there was definitely a shift in how open techno and phil have been about their claim on the brothers. there are several factors contributing to this. 1) this is the first time either tommy or wilbur has been physically harmed since arriving to zephys iv. 2) it was someone phil invited to the palace that physically harmed wilbur. and then the most important factor, 3) the summit has ended and there are no other political leaders around to put a good face on for anymore. the only people in the palace are AE members, quackity, and then wilbur and tommy themselves. from a narrative standpoint, i knew the summit wasn't going to last long for several reasons, but a huge one was because i knew there were limits to what phil and techno would do under the scrutiny of the other political leaders. now that that barrier is removed, we're seeing things in the dynamic really start shifting

#ask #snowflake anon #the stars and their children

[shaxqueer]

the official @shaxqueer list of "shakespeare i've done"

*updated 5/6/24*

All's Well That Ends Well

Antony and Cleopatra: saw a performance that friends were in, which was cool because nobody does this play

As You Like It: saw a performance that a friend was in, would love to be in one day!

Comedy of Errors

Coriolanus: I really really want to direct/act in it (thanks @lungthief). only read it so far though

Cymbeline: no, but had vague plans to direct it before the pandemic

Hamlet: Holy moly yes. 2019-2020 Claudius/Ghost/asst. director; 2021 Rosencrantz/Marcellus; 2023 Ophelia; 2024 fight choreographer. Plus ones that didn't get off the ground (2021 Player Queen; 2020 Fortinbras/Marcellus).

Henry IV, Part 1: A personal fave, but only read (once with @socialshakespeare!). Prince Hal is my dream role.

Henry IV, Part 2

Henry V: Saw friends perform

Henry VI, Part 1: Watched as part of Hollow Crown, read as part of Rose Rage

Henry VI, Part 2: ditto

Henry VI, Part 3: ditto

Henry VIII

Julius Caesar: Another fave. Will be fight choreographing this summer (2024).

King John: I played a character who played Constance and Arthur in a different show, does that count? I don't think anyone's gonna put on King John anytime soon...

King Lear: Was going to be involved in a Lear-adjacent show as Goneril and fight choreo, but it was cancelled

Love's Labour's Lost

Macbeth: Directed/performed an audio adaptation (2020, Malcolm/Banquo/Lady Macduff), acted in another (2022, Malcolm/Lady Macduff), and acting/fight choreo again (2023, Duncan/Lady Macduff). Plans are to fight choreo again (October 2024).

Measure for Measure: My problematic fave that I want to direct/act one day.

The Merry Wives of Windsor: Acted/adapted (2022, Mistress Ford/Slender)

A Midsummer Night's Dream: Acted/co-directed (2019, Titania/Hippolyta). Doing fight choreo in 2024.

Much Ado About Nothing: Did fight choreo in 2023, acting in 2024 (Don Pedro/Verges + other tracks)

Othello: Only read.

Pericles

Richard II: If you ask me what my favorite Shakespeare play is, unprompted, this is what I'll say. One day I'll direct/act in it. One day.

Richard III: One pandemic reading that never materialized (2020, Anne), and one audio drama that thankfully did (2024, Anne again).

Romeo and Juliet: I have the dubious honor of having played Gregory, Sampson, and Abraham... all at once (2018, different show). 2023 Nurse/Montague.

Taming of the Shrew: Alas, no. The 2024 production I was going to fight choreo was cancelled.

The Tempest: Did a virtual pandemic reading. But one day...

Timon of Athens: I wish.

Titus Andronicus

Troilus and Cressida: Underrated.

Twelfth Night: My first Shakespeare ever (2016? Captain and Priest). 2022 Sebastian, and currently (2024) Andrew + other tracks

Two Gentlemen of Verona: Another bucket list item.

A Winter's Tale

MISC. CLASSICAL THEATER + ADJACENT:

Emma (2023, Harriet)

Cyrano de Bergerac (2016, Cavalier 1/Cadet 1)

Doctor Faustus (planned to direct 2023, hopefully directing in 2024/25)

Edward II (have you ever read a play that sucked so much that you fell in love with it?)

On ne badine pas avec l'amour: performed IN FRENCH (2022, Camille)

The Legend of Sleepy Hollow (2017, ensemble)

Le Misanthrope (I have a dream to direct it with a female lead)

No Exit (2020, Inez)

A Christmas Carol (2021, Belle)

Emilia (2021, Lord Howard)

#personal #this really is for my personal memory #bc i don't think anyone finds my resume as interesting as i do lol #but if you do feel free to ask me about stuf! #*stuff #shakespeare i’ve done

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[saintobio]

of lovers and liars. (final)

↳ suna rintarou/fem!reader

genre. play, tragedy, historical, angst

tags/warnings. written in script format, usage of archaic language, very ooc, sexual assault/harassment (not involving the ml), kidnapping, poisoning, drugging, blood, murder/massacre, suicide, arranged marriage, polygyny, minor and major character death

notes. dammit it was more painful in my head. anyways, the whole play has 22k words. direct quotes from this final act were derived from shakespeare’s two gentlemen of verona and richard iii. fic header is from the manhwa wished you were dead. please skip act vii scene i for the sa scene if it's triggering. also, do give this song a listen for this final act.

athain and faren map :: faren politics :: facts about athain and faren

ACT I-II -> ACT III-IV -> ACT V-VI -> ACT VII (FINAL)

ACT VII

SCENE I. In bed. Unknown location.

Enter YOU, waking up with an intense headache. As you slowly open your eyes, you realize that you are in an unfamiliar room and wearing nothing but a thin nightgown under the sheets. A prickling sensation shot up your spine, disquieting you from the horrors of last night’s events. You put a hand in your mouth as a wave of acid wells up from your stomach.

YOU

H-Holy goddess Athena, I seek your protection. P-Please tell me this is a nightmare. Lest it be real, I fear for my sanity.

Enter CROWN PRINCE FIONN, holding a glass of wine, walking inside the chamber in his white robe.

CROWN PRINCE FIONN

Are you awake?

YOU

(clutching the sheets, hysterical) S-Stay away! What did you—what have you done unto me?! You cruel tyrant! You evil villain! Yet again you force yourself into me! H-Have you no mercy?

CROWN PRINCE FIONN

I have, and that is why you are here. Do you know where you are, my darling?

The prince sits on the corner of the bed and places the glass on the bedside table, soon gripping your wrists and leaning in to place his lips on your cheek. You tremble in fear and try to resist as tears fall from your eyes.

CROWN PRINCE FIONN (CONT’D)

Save those tears. You are not in Athain. My father would have kill’d me had I brought you back. He does not understand my affection for you and calls it an obsession. That is why he order’d for you to be exiled—to have you far, far away from me, when all I proposed to him was to arrange a marriage for us.

(laughing under his breath) Did you think I would have you exiled, my lady? Never can I let you leave my side. Therefore, here I take you, hidden at an estate in Cilicia—a land bestowed upon me by my late mother. In this manor, you shall stay for the time being until I become the emperor. I will reinstate your status and make you my empress. And to do that, I shall imbrue my hands with my own father’s blood so we can rule Athain together.

YOU

(sobbing and quivering) Fie! I rather not be with the man who made my life miserable! To marry you is to dishonor my father and mother’s death! You sick, twisted man! You repel me!

CROWN PRINCE FIONN

For you, I will do anything and yet, you deny me? What right do you have?

YOU

A right to live in peace! I would choose being a commoner rather than an empress of a tyrannous emperor.

CROWN PRINCE FIONN

You have little choice, my lady. You are mine.

YOU

Away, you! I-I despise you. I am not yours, I am my husband’s. All the love I can give, I have given him.

CROWN PRINCE FIONN

(smiling through clenched jaws) A husband, you say? A husband that loathes you? If that duke truly cares for you, how come he neglects you?

YOU

(in despair) H-His wives are manipulative. You know nought a single thing.

CROWN PRINCE FIONN

Speak none of his name. I could care less about that foolish duke and his equally foolish wives. If you become my empress, I will not take a concubine.

YOU

(pushes him away) Your Highness, you are a curse! Just let me die—

The blond prince shoves you back on the mattress and pins you under him. While you scream and struggle from his grasp, he tightens his grip on your wrists and reaches for the glass, forcing your jaws open and spilling every drop of liquid into your mouth. Your eyes widen in terror as you begin to choke from the spiked drink.

CROWN PRINCE FIONN

You are more beautiful when you are silent, my fair mistress. Lay still while I offer you my worship.

YOU

(falling into a state of paralysis) R-Rin, p-please… h-help…

He rips your nightgown open to expose your skin and begins to trail kisses on your bare thighs, caressing every dip and curve of your body with his fingers. As he moves to undo the tie on his robe, you feel his lips diving onto your chest. Hot tears start spilling from the corner of your eyes while you look up at the ceiling and refuse to see the horrid actions that he will soon do to your body.

CROWN PRINCE FIONN

(kissing your neck) At long last, I have you.

Exeunt

SCENE II. Outside the manor.

Enter DUKE RINTAROU and IONE; the former is sleepless and anxious for not having heard from you for two days ever since you disappeared from the night of the banquet.

IONE

Your Grace, I speak the truth. I do not believe my good madam will run away unprovoked. Duchess Hera and Lady Ci’an’s claims are false.

DUKE RINTAROU

Y/N has taken spare clothing and her jewels. Do you understand what that means? And why did you not attend to her at the night of the banquet? This is all due to your negligence.

IONE

B-But Duke, that eve… the duchess put me on other duties and I was forced to bade her commands. The head maid was the one who stay’d with Lady Y/N last. That being such, it is in my honest belief that the madam was told not to come to the banquet.

DUKE RINTAROU

(holding his breath, staring at the gloomy sky) I believe so, but everyone in this estate tells otherwise.

IONE

That is because they are loyal to the duchess.

DUKE RINTAROU

How will I find my wife? Tell me for I will turn into a madman. The last I spoke to her, I ask’d her to live and die as she wished. Those words did not come from my heart, but I fear it is the reason she fled to another land.

Enter NURSE, hiding in a cloak.

NURSE

Your Grace, I wish to speak humbly to you. My guilt can never let me live in peace when you have been nothing but generous to my family. I stand here before you at the risk of my life.

DUKE RINTAROU

What say you, nurse? Be clear and concise.

NURSE

The gentle madam—she did no wrong, not even once. Duchess Hera and Lady Ci’an have both conspired to ruin her image in your eyes. They did as much as give her tea that soon kill’d your child with her. The duchess is fearful that you will give her nobility to Lady Y/N, and so…

The nurse continues to recount all the lies and the sufferings you have faced with his other wives. Upon hearing the cruelty that you have faced, the duke staggers on his feet—distraught and heartbroken—as he holds on to a light post for support. He feels lightheaded and is about to faint from everything that he was told.

IONE

Ay me! Your Grace, are you alright?

DUKE RINTAROU

(sorrowful, gripping the lightpost tightly) Misery me! I have failed as a man and a husband. I vow’d to believe her, to protect her, to be on her side, and yet I have not done my part. I am too sore—this heart of mine! Under love’s heavy burden do I sink and so oft did I get fool’d by countless lies!

Enter KNIGHTS

KNIGHT 1

Duke, we have search’d the entire village and could not find the madam.

KNIGHT 2

Should we proceed to nearby territories and continue our search?

DUKE RINTAROU

(in a sudden fit of rage) Go thither! Have Hera and Ci’an lock’d up in a dungeon. Let no one attend to them until I return to the estate. To strike them dead, I hold it not a sin, but a privilege.

KNIGHTS

Aye, Your Grace.

Enter CROWN PRINCE OSAMU and the IMPERIAL KNIGHTS

CROWN PRINCE OSAMU

(rushing to the duke) Rintarou, a word with you!

DUKE RINTAROU

What hastens Your Highness?

CROWN PRINCE OSAMU

It is about your wife. She stays at Cicilia—I fear you will dislike my news, howbeit, you must know—

DUKE RINTAROU

What says of my love?! Where is she?

CROWN PRINCE OSAMU

—the vicious Crown Prince of Athain has forced himself onto her.

DUKE RINTAROU

(livid and horrified) How do you—

CROWN PRINCE OSAMU

My bird, Argus, that wanders freely at night. He is a witness to her abduction and has follow’d her up north. Argus arrived back in Faren this morrow with a message from Lady Y/N.

The crown prince hands over a small piece of cloth with indescribable words written with blood.

DUKE RINTAROU

This fountain of words—‘Crown Prince’ and ‘Cicilia’ and ‘captive’ and ‘molest’ and ‘die’ and ‘goodbye’. Faugh! I will have that bastard slain! That damned prince! He is unfit for any place but hell. Let my lips grow foul, I will slaughter him!

My gentle wife has suffered enough.

(to his knights) Be haste! Get me a sword and a horse!

Exeunt

SCENE III. In a bedroom in Cicilia. Morning.

Enter YOU, sobbing under the sheets and feeling extremely violated after the prince touched you to his satisfaction. He has left the manor while you stay in bed, staring hopelessly at the window. Your eyes are red and sore, motionless and far away.

YOU

(tearful) Goddess Athena, wh-what with this cruel fate you have given me… Rather than be a slave of the crown prince, I desire death more than anything else. I beg you… Let me perish. Let me have my peace.

Mother and father, take m-me away…

A familiar bird shows up at your window, prompting you to wrap yourself with the sheets as you try to sit up from bed.

How, now! Is this Argus? Is my mind tricking me?

The bird chirps.

Lo, he speaks! I-Is it your master that you sent you here?

The bird sways its head.

Good fellow, I am hopeless… I am not as free as you are.

The bird taps its beak against the glass, seemingly pointing towards the cloth. You stay still for a little while, pondering about your miserable life until the bird repeats the act and gestured its beak towards the cloth.

Smart bird! Do you suggest I write to your master? All’s too late, however, even if my word reaches my husband. He will not believe my words, and so, I shall write this to him as my goodbye.

As the bird offers you his wings, you pluck a feather and prick your fingers so you can use your blood as an ink. With your quill and a small piece of cloth that you tore from the sheets, you write as many words as you can until you hear footsteps nearby. You then rush to the bird and tie the cloth around its foot.

A LADY

(aside) Madam? Shall I enter?

YOU

Anon, good lady!

(to the bird) Argus, be safe, my friend. Fare thee well!

A LADY

(banging at the door) Madam!

YOU

By and by!

Enter a SERVANT

YOU

What are you?

SERVANT

Your maid, my lady.

YOU

You are here at the orders of Fionn?

SERVANT

His Highness wants you bathed and groom’d before he arrives for supper. He wishes to sleep in this room again this eve. You have a long night ahead of you.

YOU

(nauseous from your recent memories) I-I cannot be near him. I am sick. I beseech you, tell the prince that if he must have me again; ‘do not haunt me thus’, for I have long suffered in his hands.

SERVANT

You have no right to disobey the crown prince, madam. Be gratified that a lineal heir to the imperial throne desires you.

YOU

Are you not a woman? It is no compliment.

SERVANT

Get up and I will prepare you a bath.

YOU

I am unwell.

SERVANT

Then, must I give you anodynes?

YOU

None of the medicines can help me better than the one my mother used to give me as a child.

SERVANT

(sighing) What is that you need? Be haste.

YOU

An herb—the berries of belladonna.

SERVANT

(clueless) Goodness, you nuisance! Stay here and I will order a manservant to get some of that herb you speak of.

Exit SERVANT

YOU

Let it be my peace.

Exeunt

SCENE IV. In a bedroom. Night time.

Enter CROWN PRINCE FIONN who immediately looks for you in your bed. You stay there sitting with your arms around your knees, staring at an empty space as if you had gone insane.

CROWN PRINCE FIONN

Did you long for me while I was gone?

YOU

(moving away) Move not an inch closer!

CROWN PRINCE FIONN

I own every inch of you. Be silent!

YOU

Wh-Why do you do this?

CROWN PRINCE FIONN

Need I state the obvious? You have bewitched me.

YOU

(backing away, frightened) You can have any woman in Athain.

CROWN PRINCE FIONN

They are no better than you.

(pushes you backwards) Let me have my way.

YOU

S-Stop!

CROWN PRINCE FIONN

You dare reject a crown prince? Or shall I force that drug into you again?

YOU

(crying) Y-You w-will not have me the second time! E-Enough!

CROWN PRINCE FIONN

Says who? I will sleep with you from morn to eve as I wish.

The crown prince starts unbuttoning his tunic while you sneak under the pillow and reach for the berries. You swallow a handful before the prince manages to swat them away from your hand, forcing you to spit it out as his eyes widen in horror. The berries, as only a few nobles in Athain know, are dangerously fatal.

CROWN PRINCE FIONN (CONTD)

Y-You—! Why did you poison yourself?!

YOU

(in despair) To be f-free from you—

A cacophony of screams and clashing of swords distract you two from the scene until the door swings open to reveal an angered husband whose first move is to draw out his bloody sword against your molester. Outside the door is a brutal image of knights and servants with decapitated heads and limbs. The crown prince stands speechless at the macabre sight brought about by the duke’s ruthless massacre and he backs away as the enraged man comes closer to him.

CROWN PRINCE FIONN

You… You have the skill to kill my men?

Enter DUKE RINTAROU, his cheek and armor are stained with blood.

DUKE RINTAROU

You are next.

YOU

(slowly, weakened) M-My h-husband.

CROWN PRINCE FIONN

(looks around for a sword)

DUKE RINTAROU

You have wronged and assaulted my wife and for that, you will pay.

CROWN PRINCE FIONN

(backing against the wall) I dare you to swing your sword at me. There will be war.

DUKE RINTAROU

THEN, LET THERE BE WAR!

The duke charges after the crown prince and unsparingly swings his sword at him. Blood splatters onto his cheek as he continues to attack the blond Athainean prince with violent stabs, piercing his heart, and slashing his body with the sword again and again until the slaughtered prince falls onto the floor. Rintarou’s hands are shaking from series of murders he has committed in one night, yet the woman he desires to save has gone paralyzed in bed. All too late to be saved.

Enter CROWN PRINCE OSAMU and his IMPERIAL KNIGHTS

CROWN PRINCE OSAMU

Rintarou, your wife!

The duke wakes up from his senses and drops his sword, taking you in his arms and feeling an overwhelming sense of despair.

DUKE RINTAROU

(cupping your cheeks) My wife, my love—I am here now. Wh-What is the matter? Why do you keep still? What is this? Poison?

(calling to the knights who are looking at him pitifully) Call an apothecary for me! Be haste! Find me an antidote!

(turning to you) I will take you home. I-I will care for you. I will cherish you. I will treat you better than a queen. P-Please, speak to me. I know you cannot forgive me for I have failed you, but I will spend the r-rest of my life serving you—

YOU

(blood gushing out of your mouth) Do you… do you believe me now, Rin…?

DUKE RINTAROU

(breaking down) I d-do believe you. I do believe everything. Stay with me! W-We have a lifetime to spend together.

YOU

Spend it not with me… but with your true love.

DUKE RINTAROU

B-But you are my true love! My only love. My wife, s-stay. We can get this poison out of you.

YOU

(weakly, lips quivering) No… Duke, let it be my peace.

DUKE RINTAROU

Peace? My wife…

YOU

(tears streaming down your cheek) Death, that is. In the brief time we have spent together… I have felt your love. I have had a husband who gave his heart to me… A kind husband who married to s-save my grace, and listened t-to my despair. A h-husband who gave m-me comfort.

H-However, in this lifetime I am fated to s-suffer. I am n-not fated with you, but even so, I wish… to die… in your arms, Rin. Y-You will always be my love, and death will be my peace.

DUKE RINTAROU

(eyes widening) M-My wife—

You become limp in his arms as your soul departs from your body. A faint tear leaves your eye while your husband holds you in his arms, frozen and immobile. His heart falls to his stomach as he embraces your lifeless body.

DUKE RINTAROU

NO! NOOO! Do not say so, my love! Say not so. Alack, call my name one more time, p-please… my wife. Open y-your eyes!

The duke sheds tears and laments for the loss of his wife, hugging your lifeless body closer as if he can bring you back to life. He screams his heart out and touches your cheek, bringing his lips to your forehead.

DUKE RINTAROU (CONT’D)

I-I thought I can never find love, but b-because of you, I have lived that joy of being with someone I cherish so much. Someone that made me realize h-how true love feels like. You are the other half of me. You are the world that I live by.

My wife, m-my heart is breaking. Yet break it all over again for I am yours and forever will be. We will not be departed as your soul is connected to mine.

(pressing his forehead against yours) Here, I hold you in my arms as a husband who could not save his wife, granting you everlasting rest and happiness away from this world. Take my embrace, take my kiss, take my love, and all of my heart and soul.

Grieving silence stretches across the room, with no other noise to be heard except the duke’s muffled sobs.

CROWN PRINCE OSAMU

(kneeling) Rin, I cry with you.

KNIGHTS

(all kneeling out of respect for the duke and his dead wife)

Exeunt

SCENE V. At the dungeon.

Enter DUCHESS HERA and LADY CI’AN who are both imprisoned at their respective cells without having seen sunlight in a fortnight. Both women are ill at ease and agitated after a maid leaves them with very little news about the outside world.

DUCHESS HERA

What does that lowly maid mean that Faren has officially declared war against Athain?

LADY CI’AN

How else shall we know when we are kept like animals in this dungeon? Has our husband not returned to the estate yet?

DUCHESS HERA

This is your fault! I will tell Rintarou that this was all your idea.

LADY CI’AN

You deceptive wench! You are the spiteful wife between us both!

Enter DUKE RINTAROU

DUCHESS HERA

(getting up) My husband, you have come!

LADY CI’AN

How now, we have waited for you!

The duke draws out his sword and stares at his two wives with sunken, lifeless eyes. He is torpid and as pale as the moon with no other emotions to show.

DUCHESS HERA

(in fright) Rintarou, wh-what are you doing? Speak to us.

DUKE RINTAROU

(sniggering, unhinged from the shock of bereavement) Did you know? The both of you got what you wish’d for.

LADY CI’AN

P-Put down your sword, dear husband. What wish do you speak of?

DUKE RINTAROU

(pointing his sword at Ci’an) The only woman I can ever love. Can you guess what fate has befallen her?

DUCHESS HERA

Rintarou… Be calm. Your mind is not sound. Let us talk in peace.

DUKE RINTAROU

(laughing) Peace? She died in my arms; I carried her dead body all the way to Faren to give her a proper burial. But you? I will simply dispose of your body out the river. Let you rot in hell!

LADY CI’AN

My husband, I cry your mercy… We are not to blame over Lady Y/N’s unfortunate death. It is never in my desire to see her perishing.

DUCHESS HERA

Rintarou, this is all Ci’an’s plans! I only did what was ask’d of me!

LADY CI’AN

What? Those are false—

The duke unsheathes his sword and silences his two wives with the threat of being slain by their own husband.

DUKE RINTAROU

You choose deception even at the brink of your death. Living with you two is a punishment in itself, is it not?

DUCHESS HERA

(on her knees, eyes brimming with tears) I beg you… I will be a better wife. I will not spite you for having a third wife. We can start again.

DUKE RINTAROU

Start again, you say? I will not give you that satisfaction. I have something else to offer in exchange for the love you have plagued me.

LADY CI’AN

(in tears) Duke, I am at your mercy, please spare my life. I have a child.

The duke stands before his two wives, asserting fear and dominance as he holds his sword high. They cry at his feet and beg for mercy, however, the man begins to release a scornful laugh.

DUKE RINTAROU

Look up. Eyes on me. Do you fear death?

The wives tremble, yet no word has escaped their mouths..

I fear it not, for living with you both is more miserable. I would not let myself suffer a lifetime with wives who are liars. So keep your eyes on me. Keep this image with you forever as I reunite with my true love, far away from the spiteful ladies of this household.

DUCHESS HERA

RIN—!

LADY CI’AN

N-NO!

The duke slits his throat and chokes on his own blood as his two screeching wives are forced to watch in horror how he chooses to die a gruesome death. He falls on his knees and subsequently has his pool of blood all over the concrete floor. The duchess becomes deranged at the sight of her deceased husband while the other lady faints from the traumatizing act.

There, at the caliginous dungeon, is how the law that permits pologyny ends in the Empire of Faren.

EPILOGUE.

After three months, the bloody war between Athain and Faren has finally come to an end. Faren conquered Athain and usurped the tyrant emperor from his throne. As two empires became one powerful nation, the seated rulers, Emperor Atsumu and the Empress dowager, declared the end of injustice, cruelty, and oppression at the hands of the former emperor of Athain. Peace and prosperity will bless the citizens as no warfare shall continue henceforth.

In honor of the late Duke Rintarou and his wife, the laws of marriage have been amended and it is hereby decreed that only one marriage between a husband and a wife shall be granted in Faren and all its land.

Duchess Hera and Lady Ci’an have been stripped off their titles as nobles and are isolated from society in a dungeon where they will spend the rest of their lives being reminded of their husband’s death.

the end.

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[delfiore]

golden affairs [pt. iii]

pairing: wanda maximoff x reader (15th century nobles!au)

synopsis: wanda becomes wary after her revelation about your past.

word count: 2.8k

part i, part ii, << >> part iv, part v

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“Pietro, please! You can’t do this!”

“I can, Wanda, and I will. You will marry Y/N Y/L/N and that is final.”

Wanda hated the fact that Pietro’s legs were longer and that his strides made her trail behind him.

“You would trade away your own sister?! Your twin?!” Her tone was exasperated.

This made the man scoff. “I’m not trading you away, sister, I’m—“ Pietro sighed and clasped his hands on her shoulders. “This union would be beneficial for all of us. Chiaso gets trade, we get the fringe benefits of a budding republic. Besides, you don’t think I’d let you marry just about anyone, do you?”

“It sure seems like it.” Wanda grumbled. “I have never even met her!”

“Wanda,” her brother said sternly, “I have done my research on your intended. Y/N Y/L/N is a good woman, a kind person, a lover of literature! She is adored by the people of Chiaso.”

“No matter what I say, you would never change your mind, would you?”

“Wanda. . .”

She looked up at him, eyes blazed. “Save it.”

The duke’s eyes followed the retreating form of his sister towards the end of the corridor.

“Y/N!” Wanda called after you.

You stormed into your office, as she followed suit, dodging when you hastily removed your outer coat and threw it somewhere.

“Who is Carla?! And why did Zemo say that—“

“Don’t!” You shouted, pointing a finger at her. “Don’t. Mention her name.”

You had never raised your voice at her like that, even when she wronged you.

“Is it true?!” She balled her fists. “That you killed her?”

Wanda watched your chest rise and fall, as the sound of your erratic breathing made her more nervous by the second. Your eyes trained on her as if you were going to swallow her whole. The speed at which you paced towards her made her stagger back and held onto the doorframe for support.

“No.” You replied, grimly. “And we will not speak of this, and you are not to speak to Helmut Zemo ever again, do you understand?”

As she watched you strut into the hallway, she felt a mixture of anger and hurt bubbling in her chest. She wasn’t quite sure which one caused it, but she slept with a wet patch on her pillow that night.

You made yourself abnormally scarce the next few days, gone from the estate before Wanda would wake up, and only returning during the still, moonlit hours. Every time she saw you in the corridors, you never spared her a second glance before retreating to your office.

She didn’t want to pry, she knew herself how annoying it was, but the longer she was kept in the dark about whatever it was Zemo meant, the less she felt safe in this mansion. She would despise it if she came to be right in the beginning about you. Anyone but you.

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The Council meeting room was already full by the time you arrived. You pushed past some of your fellow council members and returned curt greetings that some sent your way before assuming your usual seating spot, in the front row and where the entire room was visible to you.

As you settled in your seat, you noticed Zemo sitting at the table opposite to yours, looking up at you. Your fists clenched until they turned white when he grinned at you.

“How’s the Lady Wanda, Y/N?” He asked.

You only kept your glare at him, just as the mayor’s gavel sounded three times.

“Ladies and gentlemen, the Council has been summoned today to discuss the matter of funding for the next quarter.” Mayor Fury stated. “As you all are aware, Milan has left our city funds abnormally low, and thanks to the peace treaty arranged by Lady Y/L/N, we barely missed the point, onwards from which the city would be in debt.”

Some murmurs of agreement filled the room. “Now that the time of conflict is over, moving forward, we must decide on whether to invest capital into the Chiasoan troops to strengthen our city’s protection or into the public funds for research and artistry.”

You raised your hand. “I support the public funds.”

“As do I.” Another council member called out.

“As do I. I support Y/N Y/L/N. She saved us from an expensive war against Milan.”

“The conflict with Milan would not have happened if we had a strong military support.” Zemo inferred, leaning back against his chair. “Sforza attacked because he knew he could have taken on our army.”

“Yet, we resolved it peacefully, didn’t we?” You said, looking around the room. “Chiaso is a beautiful city, full of talents in art and music and literature. We mustn’t snuff out that flame with our paranoia of when the next enemy attacks.”

“Lady Y/L/N here is a pacifist, ladies and gentlemen!” Zemo let out a sneer. “When the time of war comes, when Milan attacked, where were your artists and musicians and writers to defend Chiaso? Hm? When have paintings and music and poetry ever stopped a war?”

“Master Zemo is right! We need a stronger military.”

“Yeah! You mustn’t listen to Y/N! She’s an adulterer!”

The room was divided, some sounding their agreement with Zemo while others argued for your case.

“Let us put it to a vote.” Mayor Fury’s voice cut through the chatter. “Those in favor of funding the Chiasoan army, white bead. Those in favor of funding the arts, black bead.”

“Before we vote,” you said, standing up, “I would like you to consider the case for our public funds.”

You looked at the mayor for his approval before walking towards the middle. “Once we’ve funded the arts in our city, Chiaso will bloom and thrive, thus facilitating alliances with other kingdoms. Now that Milan has become an ally, we may request military support from them, or Florence or Austria. A city need not be armed to be powerful, knowledge will give us just that and more.”

“The vote starts now.” Mayor Fury struck his gavel.

You walked towards his desk, placed above that all of the council members. The beads were ordered by color in two separate bowls, and placed neatly next to an empty one. Gently, you took a black bead from its pile and held it up for the entire room to see before placing it in the empty bowl.

Then, Zemo stood up, and you already knew which bowl he would pick from. One after another, all the council members cast their votes.

You gripped your hands as Fury counted the beads for what seemed like forever. It seemed to have been a close call.

“Public funds.” He declared.

Letting out a relieved exhale, you slumped back in your chair as the Council room erupted into indistinguishable chaos. You flicked your eyes up to your arch-nemesis, seeing him glare at you with a clenched jaw.

“How was it?” Steve inquired, as you stepped out of the building.

“We got it.” You said, grinning.

“Well done, Y/L/N. You’ve won this time.” Zemo followed behind you. “But I will be thrilled to watch you scramble to save this city once your artists fail you. I will enjoy it, very much.”

You knew by the strained eyebrows of his, that he was probing to get a reaction out of you, despite the smug smile he sported.

Steve put a reassuring hand on your shoulder as you watched the Sokovian merchant walk away.

“Come, let us return home. We have a lot of work to do.” You told your Master of Treasury. “What news of Mantua?”

“Y/N.” Steve said.

“What?” You gave him a puzzled look before following his eyes towards the corner of the square, on the opposite side of the government building, where the city’s main convent was located. The children, orphans, surrounded the woman like baby birds waiting to be fed. From a distance, you could make out the shade of brown in her hair, and when she turned to reveal most of her face, you knew it was your wife.

She wore a wide smile whilst holding two of the children by the hands and being surrounded by the rest as they stepped through the gate of the convent, followed by two nuns.

“You want to talk to her?” You looked to Steve, whose eyes never left her as he smiled.

Turning back to the children, you only wished you had their guileless minds. Saying ‘sorry’ comes so easy to them, and so difficult for those who are used to buying their way out of an apology like you. But you knew you couldn’t buy one from Wanda.

“No. Leave her be.” You spoke softly.

Your mind went to the brunette the entire ride home.

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“Dearest Pietro,

You’ll be pleased to know that I’ve come to settle well in the Y/L/N estate. Chiaso is quite agreeable, a bit warmer than home, and I imagine it makes the perfect winters. I have gotten around to make acquaintance with my consort, yet there is a certain distance between us. I partially am at fault for such; you know my impulses are a trait of mine which I’m not overly proud of.

Nonetheless, I have made a startling discovery about Y/N, particularly about a past love interest of hers who is now deceased. There are accusations against her regarding the lover’s demise. I am yet to be certain that I am not in harm’s way.

I will continue to do my duty for which I came to Chiaso for as long as I find my being here will not have repercussions, for you, for Novi Grad, and for me. I pray your judgment of my consort’s character was accurate, for my sake most of all.”

Staring at the piece of paper, Wanda contemplated signing and sealing it for delivery. It was her natural instinct to tell Pietro everything, as it was his, whenever they were apart. She wanted to keep him in the know, yet not if it meant it would set off his quick-tempered nature once he thought she didn’t feel entirely safe.

Besides, if you wanted to harm her in any way, you would have had no shortage of opportunities to do so; she was, still, at the mercy of you in your own home.

The night was a particularly bright one tonight, as the moon guarded over her through the slit of the window. It was way past her usual time for nightly rest, yet her eyes sprung open every time she forced herself to sleep.

Releasing a defeated huff, Wanda kicked the sheets off of her body and entered the dark corridor. Weeks of wandering the estate alone have allowed her to draw a clear map of it in her mind, and she turned left, then right, walked forward for a bit until she reached the loggia.

The faint outline of a figure sitting by the table startled her, as it was too late for anyone to still be awake, she thought. Anyone, but you.

You turned around at the choked gasp the escaped her mouth in her moment of surprise, your shoulders tensing before releasing once you realized it was her.

You didn’t speak, and only beckoned her to come and sit in one of the chairs next to you. Hesitantly, she took the one located mere inches away from you.

“You weren’t at dinner today.” Her tone was hushed, equalling the serene soundscape of the night.

“I was working. I needed to secure the public funds.” You replied, eyes gazing up at the moon. “I saw you at the orphanage today, in the town square.”

“Oh, yes. I made a donation to the convent. Then I was invited to spend time with the orphans.” A smile rose over her lips as she thought of the children’s round faces. “They were delightful.”

It was a moment before you spoke. “Why orphans?”

She gave you a pointed look. “Why not?”

“That was not what I meant.” You chuckled, shaking your head. “Are you particularly fond of. . .parentless children?”

“Not always.” Wanda stared ahead. “But there was a fire a few years ago, started in the kitchen of our palace.”

She saw you turn to look at her. “It was late at night, and the cooks and cleaners were all sleeping. I knew some of them. Divan, the baker; Adrijana, the handmaid that always snuck me out of the palace when I was younger; Vierka, with the fiery hair, that made amazing paprikash. . .They didn’t detect the flame in time.

“I was sound asleep, only knowing about it the next morning when the entire kitchen quarter had turned to black ashes. The cries of their children rang for days after. It was the worst thing that could happen to a child, and it did to them.”

“So now you help orphans.” You inferred.

“So now I help orphans.” She nodded with a thin smile.

“You know,” you smiled, “in the beginning I thought I had a raw deal when marrying you. You were, and I apologize now, quite a pain in the ass.”

Wanda only giggled. “Can’t deny that I wasn’t.”

“But now I’m starting to think you are more than I ever deserve.” You said.

Wanda turned to you, creasing her forehead. “What makes you say so?”

You puffed your chest for a long exhale. “I suppose you’re wondering why Zemo said what he said.”

“You mustn’t tell me if—“

“No, no. I want to. You’re my wife.” You said, looking up at the moon again. “Those poems I wrote, they were for Carla Rosón Caleruega. She was Zemo’s wife.”

Wanda recalled.

“But before that she was the daughter of a Spanish marchioness. She was the most beautiful person I had ever seen, the day she stepped out of that carriage on a warm summer day. I fell in love for the first time, and she with me. There are no words to describe the way I felt when I was with her, other than she made life worth living. I would come see her at Zemo’s mansion whenever he went on business trips.”

“What happened? To her?” Wanda asked.

“She fell ill. Master Banner said it was some disease of the lungs that caused high fever and coughing up blood.” You whispered. “I suppose it was God’s way of punishing sinners, but I wished He had bestowed that fate upon me. It was around the same time Zemo found out about us, and he locked her in his cellar. She suffered before she passed.

“I was foolish. If I had not acted upon my feelings, Carla may still be alive.” You hadn’t noticed the silent tears collecting at the corner of your eyes. “The poems are the only things I have left of her.”

Wanda didn’t quite know what to say. She watched the way your lower lip trembled, your fists clenching until your knuckles turned white, and those tears finally rolling off the swell of your cheeks. You were no murderer like they had been saying. You were broken, hurt, and Wanda’s heart ached for you.

“So you see,” you wiped the tears away and composed yourself, “I am no saint. I destroyed the only thing that ever mattered to me.”

“You mustn’t blame yourself for her death, Y/N. It was Zemo that killed his wife.” She placed a comforting hand over your clenched one. “You are no saint, but you are no monster either, and I will not stay away from you, if that is what you are hoping. I will do right by our vows.”

You turned to her, your face wet with tears. Wanda took it upon herself to place a light kiss on the back of your hand, then she moved up to your cheeks, then your forehead. She heard you sigh in relief.

“Forgive me for raising my voice at you the other day.” You whispered under her chin.

“Do not think much of it.” Wanda shook her head. “Perhaps you could come with me to the orphanage some time? As a sorry?”

A smile slowly appeared. “Yes. Yes, I’d love that.” You sniffled. “Thank you, Wanda.”

She thought you had wanted to say more, but didn’t press by the way your pursed your lips. She had never seen anyone so vulnerable, besides her brother. She would never tell you, but you looked so small, so endearing and she wanted to wrap you up with love and care.

“Goodnight, Y/N.” She said instead.

“Goodnight.” You replied, returning the kiss on her hand.

She returned to her chamber with a light smile. As she lay in bed, the night faded as images of you in the moonlight flooded her mind.

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a/n: oy yoy yOy. we finally found out what the fawk went down between zemo and y/n. and ofc abt our dear carla whose face claim is ester expósito (gif). i binged elite on netflix a few weeks ago and carla became my fav, and i didn’t feel like making anyone in the mcu a plot device so, here she is 😌 hope you enjoy this one!! there’s going to be another part wrapping the whole story up and we’ll see from there.

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[blorbosondeck]

fic rec masterlist

canon divergent/finale fix its

Anamnesis

THIS! FIC! this fic lives in my head rent FREE it is so good and it makes so much sense in the narrative that the shitty finale concocted, as to why they wouldn't mention cas or anyone else and its just. so good and they write chuck in the most villainous way that i love!!!

"Chuck is depowered, Jack is the new god, and the world is free. Dean and Sam get into the Impala and chase down the miles on an endless highway, and their story is finally, finally their own to follow. At least, that's what Dean tells himself. But the diners and motels and painted interstate lines are blurring together and the smallest details keep catching at his brain like tiny fishhooks and he can't quite shake the feeling that not everything is exactly as it should be. Fix-it/alternate series finale. Canon-compliant through the end of 15.19."

Sunset Sound: Stairway to Heaven by @adhdeancas

GOD FUCKING CHRIST this is so good and sweet and im such a sucker for team ups and reunions!!! its 3:30 am rn and i just finished it and i love it SO much it made me laugh a lot and the last few chapters i had the stupidest grin just plastered to my face

The Closer the Star, the Greater the Parallax by @rocksalts​

repressed bastard dean submits to the mortifying ordeal of being known and receives the rewards of being loved but only after some miscommunication i LOVE this i read it last night and it’s a fast favorite. my interests have overlapped and i am INTO it

“When Dean sits down to watch some bullcrap Discovery Channel episode with Cas, he doesn’t expect to actually learn anything. Except, with Cas explaining, he makes an effort to connect the dots.”

Don't We All Deserve To Be Happy?

VERY sweet and a VERY good pick me up. all around feel good fic!!! 

"Post-canon fix-it, divergent from 15x19 where Jack stays and Dean doesn't die and Cas comes back and everyone is happy. Take a shot every time I'm salty about the finale."

Keep Your Love Alive

okay. okay okay okay this may be my favorite finale fix it just because of how well reasoned it is. like this feels what should have happened i love it SO much

"Dean gets to spend eternity sharing beers with Bobby on the Roadhouse porch and riding around in his Baby with Sam. He’s at peace… or he feels like he should be. But a few things nag at him: Where is Cas, and everybody else Dean had been hoping to see in Heaven? Why does he feel like he’s stuck in a loop, reliving the same memories over and over again? And who are the strangers wearing Sam’s and Bobby’s faces?"

The GoldenRod Revisions by @aethylas​

this is one of the most well written things ive ever read. the script format DID make it feel more real and honestly? this is better writing than this show deserves. the finale that could have been ♥️

“A rewrite of Supernatural’s final two episodes, expanded into a five episode arc - in which Chuck needs to be defeated, Castiel deserves to be saved, and the characters in this story get a very different ending.“

Ascend by @wanderingcas​ 

THEE finale fix it fic!!! written by the AMAZINGLY skilled and talented @wanderingcas !!! it’s 50k of angst and hurt/comfort and pure bliss

“Something in the world is wrong.

Demon activity is rising where mysterious black substance oozes and unusual ecological events are shaking the world. Dean, grief hanging on his shoulders, restlessly searches for answers that might lead him to the Empty… and to Cas.

But what Chuck wrote can’t be undone. The narrative thread pulls Dean along, forcing him to comply. Because once a story already has an ending, it can’t be rewritten.

Or can it?”

Things Happen (They Do, And They Do, And They Do) by THEE @sobsicles

i KNOW everyone has already recommended this and likely you’ve all already read it. but it has to go here bc REPRESSIOOOOOOOOON i LOVE this so much it is one of the most perfect things i’ve read. are you bisexual? did you have a kind of weird relationship with your best friend and not realize that how you felt about them wasn’t necessarily how other people felt about them and you were maybe a little bit in love with them but were too repressed to realize it? you’ll feel seen. maybe a little too seen

Closer (isn't close enough)

are you a sweet and sappy yet horny bastard? do you like cas exploding light bulbs? you will like this.

“the one where they finally talk about what cas said before the empty took him”

You and Your Husband

it is exTRMELY sweet!!! repression dean strikes again <3

"Five times Dean corrects someone about his relationship with Cas, and one time he realizes he doesn't need to."

Tall Grass

miscommunication and a slowburn! despite being written in 2017 and finished in 2018, it feels like a fix it. ft. plant obsessed cas <3 

Invictus

a LOVELY and short (relatively) finale fix it

“They saved the world. They're free. It's done.

Except it's not, and carrying on is the last thing any of them are thinking about.

They still have someone they need to save.”

Unchained Link

post finale- it’s a great case fic and i am compelled i want more!!!

"It's after the end of things. Life continues on while Dean is "livin it up" in heaven. But it's never that simple, is it? A freak occurrence sends Dean into another time stranded back on Earth. And he thought his hunting days were over. But, no worries. His knight in shining armor comes to the rescue. Hijinks, therefore, ensue."

fun and time unspecified

Ladies and Gentlemen, This is Love Potion No. 5

very funny and sweet! miscommunication at its finest ♥️

"Cas gets drenched with a mystery potion from the ‘love spell’ shelf and... Dean has a sneaking suspicion, angel or no— the spell may have taken effect. And Cas might be in love with Sam."

The Way We Were

Y'all. It is so good its a great mix of funny and serious- extremely fun to see dean as like a base bisexual

"Dean and Castiel pose as a couple to gain access to a gated community known as 'The Glen', a pleasant if secretive location that the boys believe might be linked to several dead bodies showing up over the years bearing signs of ritualistic sacrifice. All seems well until Dean's memory is affected from an incident during a solo exploration, leaving Dean convinced that their cover story is true. Castiel is left trying to resolve their case without taking advantage of an increasingly enthusiastic Dean"

While You Were Sleeping

this is basically just the movie but replacing sandra bullock with cas. this is my comfort movie and imo, one of the most perfect rom coms. the fic isn’t finished but i still have the tab open on my phone and i will straight up go back and re read it when i need a pick me up. 

aus/rewrites

The Harvelle Gospels: Offscript

i know everyone ever ( @jewishcharliebradbury ) has recommended this fic. and for good reason go fucking read it

“The Apocalypse is averted, the angels are in Heaven, and Jo is free from the threat of possession. Somehow it couldn't be farther from a happy ending.“

absolute riots

An Ineffably Profound Bond

i honestly would have put this in the finale fix it section! look. i know. i know you've been burned by crossover fics before. but this is Thee good omens/spn fic you want. its funny as hell and immensely satisfying. im weak for everyone working together tropes and that is this

"After Chuck sets 'The End' in motion, the remaining members of TFW make a miraculous escape. Not willing to waste any time, Castiel comes up with a plan to travel to one of the other worlds to try and get help from the angels there, but after a fight with Dean, it's the hunter who gets sent into an alternate universe,with seemingly no hope of return.

When a mysterious human with a heavenly weapon shows up in Aziraphale's shop, he and Crowley learn that their world is not the only one. Now it is up to them to decide whether or not they want to join forces with the human and help him save his world or simply find a way to send him home."

Somebody Up There Likes Me by @lafilleredige

cas is hit with a spell that turns his vessel into a woman, hijinks and sexuality crises ensue etc etc sam is a supportive and bitchy little brother and its all SO fucking funny and also. horny as hell i love it i love it i LOVE it

“’Dean doesn’t want to talk about your breasts, it’s making him uncomfortable because he hasn’t acknowledged the complex fluidity of human sexuality.’“

Stray Cat Strut

a long crack fic that IS one of the funniest things i’ve ever read and i can’t explain why. it’s so ooc but its so funny that i don’t care. if you need a laugh you gotta read this

"Sam and Cas are immediately in love with the adorable kitty they find outside the bunker door, and occupy their time planning how to convince Dean--who they believe is off sulking after a botched hunt--to let them keep their cat. Along the way, Dean learns to use a litter box and hears some confessions he maybe wasn’t supposed to hear, all while realizing just how much he loves Castiel.

Now all Dean has to do is convince Cas and Sam their new pet cat is actually him before they do something crazy--like neuter him!"

canon compliant or slight canon divergence

Give

by @doublestuffedimpala post season 7 episode 7, kind of ambiguous ending but truly a cas is happy to bleed for the winchesters fic

Punch Like Bones 

short, post 5x04 homoerotic moment that i wish we’d gotten

#lmao please interact with this i spent so much time on it #i had to go onto desktop for this #ill keep adding on to it #my fic recs #fic rec #spn fic rec #deancas fic recs #charlie.txt

[alanis-altair]

Yeah, yeah - I know. Another Peaky Blinders post, but I'm obsessed; who cares?

I reaaaallly need to draw attention to the soundtrack of Peaky Blinders. I mean, HAVE YOU LISTENED TO IT?!?

IT'S PERFECT! no one can change my mind, try me. I, myself, realized how brilliant the soundtrack is after recognizing that they put a song of the Arctic Monkeys into the playlist.

I MEAN?!? The Arctic Monkeys, Ladies and Gentlemen, the Arctic Monkeys. I confess, I love them wholeheartedly. They're like one of the most British bands I know and they're sound fits the series just perfect. The slight rasp, the deep bass sounds and this rough tone. It's like Peaky Blinders was made for the Arctic Monkeys and the Arctic Monkeys for Peaky Blinders.

I think the first song I recognized was Danny Boy by Johnny Cash, who by the way is also a perfect match for the series with his melodic voice, but after hearing If You Were There, Beware, Dance Little Liar, Only Ones Who Know and finally One For The Road, Arabella and Do I Wanna Know? my heart burst because I love both so much, the series and the Arctic Monkeys. I think that's what they call an overstimulation of joy.

But it continues. I recognized fucking BLACK SABBATH in Peaky Blinders. This is just awesome. Wow. Ozzy fucking Osbourne was BORN IN BIRMINGHAM, so his accent is exactly the one all of the characters use in the show. How could one series put more love into a soundtrack while handling to sound SO badass, atmospheric and sad at the same time?

Apparently, we're not done yet, friends. Ok, listen. Obviously the series soundtrack also features Queens Of The Stone Age. I want to point that the band helped the Arctic Monkeys write some of their songs?!?!?!?!

Aaaaand The Last Shadow Puppets OBVIOUSLY contain Alex Turner who is the fucking lead vocalist of the Arctic Monkeys.

Plus, The 1975 is also featured. Their music is quite similar to the Arctic Monkeys.

You see what I mean? This soundtrack is not just SOME soundtrack. It's really clever and just brilliant. So we'll composed, wow.

So again, let's take time to appreciate whoever chose the songs for Peaky Blinders. Because of this excellent choice, I decided to listen to the whole soundtrack and got even more surprised.

To share my discovery with you, I created a list of my favorite songs out of every season. Enjoy and listen to those masterpieces, especially when reading Peaky Blinders OneShots or thinking about the show. You'll feel it, I promise. Now, go on and bless your ears.

Season I

Jack White - Love Is Blindness

Dan Auerbach - The Prowl

Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds - Red Right Hand

The White Stripes - St. James Infirmary Blues

and many other Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds and The White Stripes songs

Season II (the best soundtrack in my opinion)

Arctic Monkeys - If You Were There, Beware; Dance Little Liar; Only Ones Who Know; One For The Road; Arabella; Do I Wanna Know?

PJ Harvey - Is This Desire?; To Bring You My Love and a lot more, she's awesome

Johnny Cash - Danny Boy

Season III

Arctic Monkeys - Dangerous Animals; Crying Lightning; Don't Sit Down 'Cause I've Moved Your Chair

Radiohead - You And Whose Army?; I Might Be Wrong; Life In A Glass House

David Bowie - Lazarus

Queens Of The Stone Age - Burn The Witch

PJ Harvey - This Is Love; Red Right Hand

Season IV

Radiohead - Pyramid Song

Laura Marling - Red Right Hand

Jarvis Cocker/Iggy Pop - Red Right Hand

Foals - Snake Oil

Frank Carter and the Rattlesnakes - Devil Inside Me

Johnny Cash - Further On Up The Road Ep3

Salvages - Adore

Season V

Bob Dylan - Ballad Of A Thin Man

Anna Calvi - Wish; Ain't No Grave; Papa Pacify

IDLES - Scum; Divide & Conquer

Joy Divison - Atmosphere

Black Sabbath - War Pigs; The Wizard

Radiohead - Climbing Up The Walls

Johnny Cash - Ain't No Grave

I don't remember the season anymore so here you go

The Score - Glory; The Fear; Stay

Barns Courtney - Glitter & Gold

Dorothy - Raise Hell; Wicked Ones

SUR - LEAN BACK; MAKE IT TO MORNING

The 1975 - People

Imagine Dragons - I'm So Sorry

The Last Show Puppets - Bad Habits

Royal Blood - Come On Over

#peaky blinders #peaky fucking blinders #peaky fookin blinders #thomas shelby #tommy shelby #arthur shelby #john shelby #polly gray #aunt polly #michael gray #finn shelby #ada thorne #soundtrack #music #arctic monkeys #black sabbath #johnny cash #birmingham #miles kane #alex turner #matt helders #the last shadow puppets #the 1975

[silverstory11]

Hospital log.

This post is for my own memory log, like a diary, then I’ll disappear again. So just ignore this. It has a bit of nsfw. But if you do want to read, go ahead.

Ladies and gentlemen, and those not or in between, I’m sitting in a hospital bed laid with liquid absorbent sheets that look like the stuff you get for baby animals before they get potty-trained. There’s two patches of blood that’s situated where my shoulder blades would be if I lied down but the surgery was not done on my back so I dunno how that got there. My surgery gown that I’m still wearing after a whole night still has blood stains on it. 

Before going into surgery, I was perfectly capable of walking, but they insisted pushing me around in a wheelchair going to the CT and into the surgical hall. I’m used to not asking for more than I need so I was a tad embarrassed (I won’t even go into detail about feeling super naked with the gown on, you know how they leave it open and loose at the back so you basically see the patient’s butt. In the end they took my gown off for the surgery and the after-surgery checkup anyways. The specialist and nurses basically saw everything so what’s the point ?). I arrived at the hospital at night and the specialist already left, they hooked me up to an IV and I stayed overnight. The next day they kept saying they don’t know when the surgery will be available. The specialist did not reserve a spot in the schedule so when they finally confirmed the time with me... well they said: “Yeah we have to go now, come on.” 

In the hall I asked one of the doctors if the appendectomy will be painful, she said, “Hah! This one is only a little painful. There are others much more painful than this.” She mentions mine is laparoscopic, so the damage will be minimal. One of my friends also told me that it wouldn’t be super painful as her mother had the same surgery and she was fine.

Indeed, the pain was not as intense as I thought it would be. But I must’ve pulled or teared something in the middle of the night after surgery when tossing and turning because HOLY MOLY. I was trying not to scream cuz I have a “roommate” who’s asleep. 

If that is the kind of normal pain a person from a major, more invasive surgery would have. No thank you!

Back to pre-surgery. I told my anesthetist I heard a deep buzzing noise and he was like: “Nah.... there’s no buzzing.” so I was like wtf am I hearing then? It was accompanied with the kind of pressure in the ears you might feel on a flying plane. He and the nurse did take note of it tho, despite him seemingly brushing it off, He injected a different kind of medicine in the line I was hooked up to, hoping it would change things, but the buzzing didn’t go away. Didn’t matter, I was knocked out pretty quickly.

I don’t exactly know what happened but right after I woke up from the surgery my body decided to try and clear my already empty stomach. I was told to fast (not eat nor drink) for the whole day so the only thing I could vomit was nasty, yellow bile. The more I puked, the greener the bile got. Bitter. Yuck. I continue to upchuck my guts out for the next half-a-day. Didn’t want to move at all and was still kinda unconscious as they transferred me back to my room. Finally felt a little better around 11 pm. And yeah I already mentioned feeling severe pain in the middle of the night around paragraph 5 and how they basically just yeeted my clothes off, not even allowed my underwear during checkup.

So now its the next day! Will take a bath to clean up the blood stains and we’ll see what happens next.

#hospital log #hospital #appendectomy #so much pain

[the-moon-prince]

The Last Of us~Kurapika x Reader ~Chapter VII

AN: Hi my lovely fellows!

Last week I uploaded a new chapter nearly daily; unhappily from now on, I will take a little longer. I had a week of holidays, and I could permit myself to write every day. Despite that, I'll make my best effort to upload periodically! Thank you for your comprehension and support!

I wish you a pleasant read, and I hope you’ll enjoy the new chapter of my story.  (Chapter I) (Chapter II) (Chapter III) (Chapter IV ) (Chapter V) (Chapter VI) (Chapter VIII coming soon!)

Paring: Kurapika Kurta x GN! Reader

Word count: 2 040

TW: None!

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"(Y/n)?!"

"Anibal!"-The named one exclaimed. 

Kurapika was extremely disoriented. Just a few instants before; they were surrounded by armed men, cornered, threatened, and ambushed. Aspiring to analyze the changes affecting his situation, he surveyed his surroundings. Except the people cornering them were just as baffled. He turned to (Y/n), desiring to have an explanation or at slightest a confirmation that everything was going for the best. Who turned to see him with their smile and a relieved look on their eyes. The unique remaining option was to trust (Y/n).

"What are you doing, band of lunatics?! Are you out of your mind?"-The fat man started to scold again.

"Boss, I-"The fusty and horribly dressed man got cut.

"But what are you waiting for? For the pigs to fly? Lower your weapons already and get away from them!"-He raged anew-"Are you blind? Don't they see that they are peers of mine?"

"Mr. Anibal! Hello!"-(Y/n) attempted to obtain the man's attention with a friendly greeting.

"Mx. (Y/n), what are you doing here. Why the hell do my workers have you like this? Since when do you come to places like these?"- It was clear to Kurapika that the man and his lover knew each other. They didn't appear to have a tense relationship. Leastwise they were out of peril. 

"We were calmly purchasing when we were interrupted in a terribly rude way."-they accused feigning outrage, or at the minimum, Kurapika knew they were pretending.-"One should not approach clients this manner!"-next they turned to the man named Richard, who was leaning against the wall in fear-"I'm so sorry Richard, I'm not saying that for you, you've always been very courteous to me."- that was a sincere regret, they felt bad that the man might feel insulted by what was just said.

While (Y/n) approached Kurapika to, after all this time, give an account, the bearded man also whispered something to his chief.

"Kurapika, everything will be fine; I know this man! I'm their doctor. I am convinced that they would allow us to leave."-Their explanation was vague. However, Kurapika recognized that the situation did not allow for details. The priority was to reach somewhere safe.

"(Y/n)."- A guttural voice called their names.

"Eh, yes?"-Their tone was more uncertain. Kurapika didn't like that.

"I can't let you go that easy. You are the one who attacked one of my dealers and stole merchandise."-Even if the nearly bald person didn't have a threatening tone, it was rather grave.

Kurapika couldn't allow it to escalate anymore. He summoned his chains and prepared to attack. (Y/n) discerned that and had to stop it.

"Kurapika, I implore you. I know how to mend this difficulty. I warrant you I will explain everything to you."-they wept lightly touching one of his hands. 

He understood that contact occurred to be crucial to (Y/n); losing it would be grave. He was full of pressure. It was clear that losing so much charge of the circumstances filled him with uncertainty. In contrast, he did not want a scarcity of trust in (Y/n) to disserve them. He lowered his hand. (Y/n) nodded with gratitude and smiled at him anew.

"Understandable. Let me speak to Mr. Rafael, please."-they requested- "I presume he will want to resolve this matter personally. It is doubtful that he would be pleased that something occurred to his doctor."-they approached, a clear threat despite the calm and friendly tone.

The fat man took a cell phone out of one of the pockets of his pants, dialed a number, put the speaker, and placed the phone on the table. Following a few seconds, a squeaky, choppy male voice was heard. Kurapika couldn't identify what was being said, as it was in a language he didn't understand.

"Mr. Rafael, Hello, it's (Y/n)."-they greeted in a much more certain tone.

"Hi, Mx. (Y/n)! A pleasure to talk to you. With what can I help you?"-the squeaky voice answered as if the person was talking to an old friend of his.

"Yes, Mr. Rafael. Your workers attacked me and my associates, without us even inciting them. Luckily your brother was present. There is a subject I require to discuss with you, please."-(Y/n) began to explain.

"An absurd action. I did not give the order to attack you at any time."-Was what the alleged "Rafael" responded. 

The tension of the men around them increased. By how he speaks, he was the leader of the presents. And considering the reciprocities (Y/n) had with him, what they had done for sure was serious-

"I'm sure of it, Mr. Rafael. It seems to me your brother did."-their tone was modest in the place of angry. It was an "innocent" accusation.

They adopted a low profile, even more considering the status of power and advantage they possessed was brought to light.

"Have you gone crazy, Anibal? Explain yourself"-

"They are the ones who stole the merchandise."-the fat man gulped trying to justify himself.

"It is true."- they added.

Kurapika's stress and fear increased again. "What were they doing? They could perfectly deny everything. It is ill-considered to confess!" doubts echoed in his mind. He was preparing to attack again.

"Except, you know me, I am a good and honorable person."-they continued- "I was preparing to rightly buy from one of your vendors. Still, when I arrived, he threatened me and doubled the agreed price. It was extortion so he could keep the excess money."- their timbre turned into indignation.- "You understand how shameful betrayals are. I am persuaded you will validate my reasons."- they finalized.

"What did you steal to get to this?"-Every time the squeaky voice directed to (Y/n), he was calm.

"Eyes."-the fat man rushed to respond.

"How many?"- was the single ask the piping voice made

"A pair."-(Y/n) rejoined with their iconic smile. Lastly applying a fearless voice.

"Just a pair? Are you telling me that my doctor was attacked for a pair of eyes?"-the person in the other line scoffed.

"I'm afraid so, Mr. Rafael."-All the cards were in (Y/n)'s favor.

"I'm so sorry, Mx. (Y/n). I can't believe my brother treated you like this because of a pair of eyes, even more considering how much you had helped my family."-I had already finished-" One pair of eyes is not enough reason for that rudeness. Don't worry, you can leave in peace."- Kurapika realized that the speeches of (Y/n) had been carefully chosen to arrive at that result. They knew the person strongly and knew how to manage him.

"I knew you would understand, is your mother doing fine?"-they asked gracefully as if everything that had just arrived didn't have any weight.

"Perfectly, thank you."-he answered.

"Me alegro, saludela de mi parte, por favor. Tenga buen día. (I'm glad, tell her I say hi, please. Have a nice day)"- (Y/n) concluded in the same language the voice used at the beginning of the call.

The person on the other end of the line hung up. The group of armed men looked at each other, knowing that what the future held would not be pleasing. 

"As this was a misunderstanding, we withdrew."- (Y/n) got up from their chair, walked over to the old man named Richard, and gave him some money-"I deeply apologize for this error, Richard, this is for you to arrange your door."-They were playing with the patience of the rest.

Did they need to have a hint of humor at that precise time? Kurapika was exhausted and stressed out of his mind; he was standing at the entrance waiting. He just wanted to leave the place for good.

"Have a good afternoon, gentlemen!"-they mocked, following Kurapika out of the store.

They entered the car, Kurapika in the passenger's seat, and (Y/n) placed the scarlet eyes safely on the back seats to eventually join him in front.

"I excuse Kurapika. I am aware this affected you greatly. As I promised, I will clarify the matter."-they sighed with an apologetic smile.

Kurapika was still irritated, and his head ached. Although, as much as he was bothered not being in control of conditions and working beside someone extra could be tedious at times, he was grateful. He could not dispute that his partner was cunning and sneaky. They knew what they were doing, and if it weren't for them, they wouldn't have the scarlet eyes at that moment; and they would probably have cuts provoked by shattered glass. He was relieved that everything ended well.

"Mr. Rafael is the head of a mafia that operates on the black market. They are mainly concerned with obtaining and trafficking merchandise."-they put their hands together. resting them on their lap, they had their gaze focused on them as they explained.-"He comes from another country and he brought his family with him, whom he entrusted to positions in the mafia. Among them was his mother, who does not speak English. The lady contracted Bell's Palsy disorder. Reasonably, being wanted personages, going to the hospital was threatening. And I provided her the treatment."-They turned to view him, making gestures with their hands as they continued to unfold.-"I mean, I could do it without raising misgivings. It is not unusual for psychiatrists to examine patients at their residencies! And psychiatrists are neurologists specialized in behavior and mental disorders! Plus, I speak Spanish as well!"-they mumbled, feeling responsible for all the trouble they just experienced.

"It's alright. I understand. Having a high-ranking person in the framework on your side is beneficial to retrieve elements of your clan. However, why didn't you told me?"-he tried not to trouble. The reasons were legitimate after all.

"I'm not sure."-they lowered their gaze again.-"I never imagined that something like this would appear. I was shallow, sorry. Thank you for understanding and trusting me, they are valuable connections for my objective." 

It was unpleasant for Kurapika to be upset with (Y / n). He didn't want to be upset.

"You're sneakier than you seem."-He offered them a sweet smile.

They laughed, he loved that laughter. He was undeniably ready to fight anyone who said their precious (Y/n)'s laugh was ugly.

"I also wasn't aware you spoke Spanish."-the blonde continued to tease.

"Well, Unilium lived in a place where the habitants speak Spanish. We also had our languages, so we spoke both."-they smiled-"I also like languages, they're amusing!" 

There were so several details that Kurapika still didn't know about them. Still, he was certain he desired to discover them.

"You are so strange (Y/n). But that's maybe why I love you."

They couldn't help but give a soft and loving smile.-"I love you the most."

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April 12: Rocky III

(previous notes: Rocky II)

Because now that Rocky has done the unthinkable and become The Champ, we want to see him tackle the next challenge… win AGAIN.

I remember seeing this in the theater with my buddy. I don't know if I liked it. I'm pretty sure I found Mr. T to be as charismatic and as terrifying as they wanted. I'm pretty sure when I bought the ticket I hesitated and asked the cashier, "hey, wait, we get to see him do some variation on the triumphant steps jogging moment, right? Otherwise never mind I'll go see Poltergeist again". If I'm paying good money for boxing sequels, I want to be assured that the formula has not been altered.

Okay let's go.

Once again, this is Un Film De Sylvester Stallone.

Slight variation on the fanfare with the title, now there's a close-up of the Important Belt Buckle Of Punchsport.

Then we see the climax of the previous movie, maybe edited slightly for time. But not very noticeably different.

That segues immediately to a montage of Rocky doing many successful beatup games, scored by the enormous pop hit "Eye of the Tiger". I suspect this isn't the last we'll hear of this number.

The montage morphs into a different story, one starring Mr. T! He's watching Rocky win stuff and he is not pleased. He can also fist-game, it seems. But the montage makes it clear that it is our hero Rocky who is the star of commercial endorsements and marriage love.

I mock but this visionary filmmaker has indeed opened this movie with energetically cinematic choices.

0:8:40 - Arcade games! Paulie goes to an arcade and it is like the arcades I went to when this movie was out and I see games that I played! But Paulie doesn't like the Rocky pinball machine. It seems he is a sore brother-in-law.

Rocky is now very dashing. Paulie is drunk and whiny about how Rocky is such a big shot now, but he has a point about how prettied up he has become.

Later that night Rocky and Adrian are in their bed and it has a rich person headboard. The director, also visibly present in front of the camera, clearly instructed the production designer to create a bed that would reflect the elite level of financial flexibility that the protagonist has reached.

So apparently Rocky has gotten himself into the strange situation where he has to do a charity boxing match against a wrestler played by the increasingly famous Hulk Hogan. I had forgotten that Hulk Hogan is in this movie. Mr. T is watching this match and he looks intensely the same way he only ever does.

Whoa Hulk Hogan is way taller than Sylvester Stallone. Is that allowed? The rules have changed! And this whole thing is not boxing it is wrestling and it is that silliness instead of boxing. This is a long scene that is the same as a typical Wrestlemania thing, all manufactured drama made to seem like fighting and true menace, but at the end we see that they are just professional coworkers and we have all learned a valuable lesson haven't we.

At a statue-unveiling, Rocky announces that he is maybe retiring. MAYBE. But then Mr. T shows up talking smack, and ladies and gentlemen we have ourselves an end-of-Act-One.

As Act Two begins, we have a scene that was an A+ homework assignment for the screenwriting teacher of Rocky III's screenwriter, who you will recall is the craftsman Sylvester Stallone. Burgess Meredith is like "I quit! I won't help you with this fight! Mr. T is too hard to beat!" But then they talk it out to advance past that scripted complication. And now Rocky and Mr. T are training for their fight in their separate worlds.

Speaking of worlds, in the World Of Rocky, the famous theme that was introduced in the score of the first movie is actually known to the characters in this movie as Rocky music. They play it for him publicly to celebrate their pride in his violence accomplishments.

Apollo Creed appears to be retired, but he is a commentator at this Rocky/T fight.

0:40:00 - They're about to do the fight, but Mr. T is so The Way He Is that the wants to fight on the way TO the fight. That results in some tumult that makes BM have health problems. It was vague what happened, it seemed like BM was shoved aside by all the mad/scared/fighting people, so then he has a conversation with Rocky in a back room where he's like, don't stop the fight even though I am suddenly vaguely frail. He sort of clutches his chest like maybe there's a heart attack but just one of those everyday ones. I have those every time I click send on a work email. My friends should not be discouraged from championship fisticuffs when that happens.

This is the first Rocky movie to be made after Raging Bull came out, and I detect some influence in the boxing footage, like with close-ups of Mr. T.

Rocky loses that fight pretty quickly, and maybe the problem is that he didn't do a pre-victory steps jog. But the movie is telling us that BM is dying on a table in the back room and that's the real problem.

BM dies and SS has done some pretty ambitious cry-acting. Then the funeral is in one of those indoor above-ground file-cabinet-style cemeteries, which is not the normal cinematic choice so nice job there.

I can already tell that we're going to have another thirty minutes of a bummed-out Rocky to fill out Act Two before it starts to look like the setup for a fulfilling climax can begin. It's what I would have told him to write if he were my student at the third-rate community college where I'm a part-time screenwriting teacher in this scenario.

Apollo Creed has shown up to try to pep-talk Rocky, and he keeps saying "eye of the tiger" because of marketing departments. But also, he is a more mature person than in the first two movies. Even though it's a character shift, I do kind of buy it. It seems like another side of the character we knew slightly.

0:59:00 - Another scene beginning with dialogue that sounds like it was improvised by people who don't know what real life is like. "Come on you're going to be late to the airport!" "Maybe you should have packed another sweater" "no in California it's not too cold". AHA THEY ARE GOING ON A TRIP TO CALIFORNIA I AM ON TO YOU ROCKY III

When they go to Los Angeles and show us people on the street and the people have been told to look and act super different so that the audience will be like, wow California is different, then, well, we are at this part of Rocky III did you know.

Although there was my earlier expectation that we were going to have a prolonged funereal story arc, but what's happened is that Apollo is invested in training Rocky so they're showing us that side of Apollo, and that's interesting. But also it's the template of "Rocky is training and he doesn't look like he's going to get there, but then inspiration will hit and he will look like he is going to get there". S. Stallone, noted filmmaker, is using montages and flashbacks to show how recent bad news moments for Rocky are haunting him. It is working.

Adrian performs a pep talk monologue for Rocky. I don't understand her point. It's like a box of those refrigerator poetry magnets jumbled up together and spoken as movie script lines. I guess the gist is "don't give up" and he starts to think maybe he shouldn't give up. Then it's a new training montage, and it's got the classic "running far now" Rocky theme so we know it's going well. The twist on the classic cheering-atop-stairs cadence is it's Rocky and Apollo on the beach, and Rocky is a little faster than Apollo and that is great news for them both.

Now we're right before the final fight, and we heard Mr. T tell a reporter that he "pity the fool". I didn't hear the rest of what he said, I was just so happy to hear him say "pity the fool".

Oh but shortly after that he is asked what his prediction is, and he looks at the camera, OUR camera, at US, and says "PAIN". Submitted without comment.

That face-to-face moment right before the fight starts, Mr. T says "imma bust you UP" and Rocky says "go for it". Advanced Scripted Dialogue with Professor Stallone.

The final fight happens, and it's mostly the same as how the other ones went except without a montage summarizing a whole bunch of rounds. I think this whole fight ended in three rounds. But it ends with the exact same music that I'm getting sick of….

BUT! There is a follow-up scene this time! It's some other day later on and Apollo and Rocky are just palling around at the gym. And THEN the movie ends. I feel that the producers must have implored Stallone, artisan that he is, to just end the movie on that climactic moment right after the fight ends, just like the other movies, but he said NO. That is not ENOUGH for a SYLVESTER STALLONE FILM. We will have an additional scene with INCONSEQUENTIAL BANTER. It will last OVER ONE MINUTE. And here we are. Rocky III: it's like Raging Bull, but better!!

I think Talia Shire is the only female actor with any lines in this movie.

One thing that's very much worth saying about this movie is that there is WAY more actual boxing in this movie. The other ones had almost no scenes where there were live boxing matches, but this one had lots. Plus that wrestling one! And as I observed, the directing style with this one also had a newfound sense of visual pop. But the story seems like it changed not at all from how it was described in the first studio board room meeting where jackass producers blurted out what Rocky III might be like.

(next: Rocky IV)

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ladies and gentlemen ive done it again :sung