#lawrence trilling

[miravayl]

14.06.2023

#Mira-Marathon | MCU

Serial

Name: Agent Carter | 1 season | 2015

Production studios: ABC Signature, Marvel Television, Fazekas & Butters;

Director by: Jennifer Getzinger, Metin Hüseyin, David Platt, Lawrence Trilling, Craig Zisk, Stephen Cragg, Louis D'Esposito;

Screenwriters: Christopher Markus, Stephen McFeely, Brant Englestein, Jose Molina, Andi Bushell, Brandon Easton, Michele Fazekas;

Starring: Hayley Atwell, James D'Arcy, Enver Gjokaj, Chad Michael Murray, Shea Whigham;

Genres: Science Fiction, Action, Adventure, Crime;

Running Time: One series – 42 minutes | All series – 5 hours, 36 minutes

"Agent Carter" is a 2015 television series about Peggy Carter working for the SSR, released in 8 episodes. In 1946, she leads a secret investigation with the help of Howard Stark to uncover a dangerous weapons plot, but faces charges of treason and begins to doubt her employer's true innocence. The season has an engaging storyline, a great cast and a vibrant style, exploring themes of overcoming and friendship.

My rating: 8/10

#mcu #agent carter #action #adventure #crime #serial #2015 #marvel television #science fiction #mira marathon #fazekas & butters #jennifer getzinger #metin hüseyin #david platt #lawrence trilling #craig zisk #stephen cragg #louis d'esposito #christopher markus #stephen mcfeely #brant englestein #jose molina #hayley atwell #james d'arcy #enver gjokaj #chad michael murray #shea whigham #40 minutes #5 hours #8/10

[hiskillingjar]

hiihi just wanted to make a request for maybe like headcanons or drabbles or rlly whatevr medium you prefer abt lawrence strade or ren w/ dollification. i just think that some of the boys r wayyy better at taking care of their dolls than others LOL. strade would probably just use it as an excuse to totally manhandle n beat up an MC more but... i think ren would take care of a "doll" better imo

hrghhhhh i hate you people, you can't keep using this kink against me

since i already wrote a headcanon post very similar to this, i thought i'd just. write some drabbles because i'm insane and i hate working on actual writing lmao

cw for some gory descriptions in law's and strade's parts. as expected. also i posted this on ao3 because why not :P

🥀

"Law…Law~"

Your voice was as quiet as the coo of a dove from where you were sitting, settled down at Lawrence's feet while they attended to potting a new plant, the haze of marijuana smoke streaming from their lips like a slumbering dragon as the humidifier steamed up the wide windows of the apartment, as if they were trying to conceal you (what you had become, what they made you) from the rest of the world, keep you to themselves.

Your brain was as hazy as theirs with similarly strong drugs, administered through poisoned tea in a floral teacup, which left you doped up and thoughtless, vulnerable to any cruel intentions that they had with you.

Not like you cared about their intentions anymore though. You didn't have the brain to.

"Shhh…"

Lawrence didn't look directly at you, but they still smiled as they shushed you, the corners of their pretty mouth curling up into a serene smile, as peaceful and detached as an angel, a benevolent Goddess looking at a lamb left behind for the slaughter by a sadistic master.

Adequately silenced, you let out a sleepy moan in place of any more words, pressing your heavy head against their leg (you barely reached their knee now) and nuzzling it the best you could, what little remained of your brain seeking comfort from them, no matter what the cost might have been (and it could be steep, when Lawrence was the one administering the toll).

Tonight, though, they seemed to be in a good mood. Perhaps it was the stream of smoke from their lips or the still burning joint in the ashtray at the side, but whatever the cause, they couldn't help but laugh quietly as you kept nuzzling up against their leg.

"Oh, there you are." They said kindly. "That's my good doll. My special, little doll…"

They continued to work on their plants, though they were kind enough to reward you with a few head scritches, to let you know they were paying attention to you, and appreciating your sweet, docile form at their feet.

You instinctively raised your head to press against their palm, letting them stroke through your hair even more, chasing after each touch with trilled moans and high whimpering whines.

Lawrence had to smile again, finally looking down on you (their smile never touching their eyes, the stiff grin of a corpse, a girl in the water, a bride in a freezer) as you rose on your injured knees to lean into their hand, admiring the way your hair (a little greasy and matted, they hadn't been taking care of you too well as of late) fell around your bruised face, and the pinpricks of blood that were dotted on your lips made you look made up and pretty, like a figure or a toy.

This was the way you were meant to be, and you knew that. You were meant to be a sweet little thing for them to care for, a doll who'd had their joint popped out by a child who played too roughly with their toys, so docile and so trusting that you would obey whatever order came from them.

Or, at the very least, not put up too much of a fight against it.

"Law…" You whined softly, trying to sit forward on your knees, the infected cuts (you probably had sepsis of some kind, the hack job through your limbs had been done so sloppily, though not like you had the mind to be worried about that of all things) bound with blood-dotted bandages, pain cutting through the haze of pleasurable cotton padding in your head. "Mm, please…"

Lawrence looked at you curiously as you asked for something, the gentle strokes of their fingers pausing.

"Do you want something, love?"

"Mmm…"

They glanced at you, those beautiful, dead eyes dull with a familiar calmness and serenity that deadened their senses and made them all the more irresistible.

In your drugged state, it was easy to fall into a contented and submissive silence despite the searing pain that haunted you whenever you were sober enough to feel it, content to just be in Lawrence's presence and enjoy your life, or rather the remnants of it, as their doll.

You hummed again as they continued to stroke your hair, letting yourself settle at their feet, subdued into quiet submission at their touch.

"Can I have some more tea?" You finally asked after a few moments of quiet, distracted by a sudden searing sensation in what used to be your right leg. "Please…"

Lawrence chuckled softly at your question, shaking their head slightly without even looking at you.

"Oh…doll, I don't think that'd be a good idea…"

There was a subtle edge to their voice now, a lowness and authority that you weren't completely used to, as if they were trying to make a point.

"Remember the last time you had a second serving? Your mouth went numb and you couldn't keep your thoughts in line. I could barely understand you all night, had to shut you up just to stop you from babbling and babbling…" They looked at you again, with a quirk of their head, barely a light in those dead eyes. "Remember that, dolly? Or did you forget?"

"Mm…please?" You pouted all the same as you continued to plead, your blood-pricked lips trembling, watching as they sighed and set their tools down, stooping down to your level and scraping back a lock of blonde hair behind their ear with dirty hands. "It's hurting again, Law…hurting awful."

"Shh…it's okay, little doll…"

Lawrence kept the tone of their voice as gentle as they could, trying to soothe you as they reached forward to stroke over each stump of what used to be your limbs. Your wounds were still bad, made worse by the dirt constantly clinging to their fingers when they attended to them as best they could, but you were, at least, always too drugged to feel the severity of the pain, too drugged from the chemicals in their brew and too drugged from the sleepy calmness in their voice, to notice how bad they'd gotten in the weeks since they'd first done it.

"Okay, petal…okay." They nodded, their long (lovely) fingers stilling. "I'll give you some more tea, but you better not take too much this time, you hear me?"

"Mmhmm," You nodded with a grateful smile, following behind them on all fours, like an innocent, little lamb (being led to the slaughter) as they stood back to their feet and paced to the small kitchen connected to the rest of the apartment. "Thank you, thank you~"

"Of course, darling…of course."

They kept their back to you as they went ahead to the kitchen for your next serving of drugs, clicking the kettle on and spooning teaspoons of herbs into your special teacup.

"I have to do everything I can to keep my doll quiet and sweet on me…isn't that right?"

🦊

"Okay, baby, what does this say?"

Ren asked the question sweetly, the tone of his voice similar to that of a kind teacher speaking to a particularly challenging student as he held the book to your eyes, his golden gaze encouraging and warm.

You screwed up your expression thoughtfully, your bound hands curling into fists in the fluffy tulle of your skirt as you focused intently on the book, trying to put the letters together and make the word he was teaching you in your muddled-up brain.

Ren didn't mind that you were muddled up now, though, especially since he had gone through such an effort to do it in the first place. 

In fact, he liked the opportunity to teach you new things, teach you not to resist him when he forced you into girly, fetish outfits, and teach you to be exactly the type of pet he wanted.

One who was just as eager about his teaching as he was. 

"Fuh…uh," You sounded out, crossing your socked feet (white and frilly around the ankles) under you as he nodded eagerly at your words. "Ex. Fu-uh-ex."

"Yes, yes, you're almost there!" He said with a bright grin, his fangs shiny and wet as he nodded again. "Fuh, that's an F." He pointed at each bold letter with a claw, sounding it out just as you did so you'd have a better understanding of him. "Uh, that's an O. And ex, that's an X." He looked to you again before pointing at the cartoonish illustration at the top of the page. "And what's this? What does that spell out?"

"That's Ren!" You said excitedly, grinning at the cartoon fox on the thick boarded book before looking back to him, waiting for praise.

"Good doll!" He said with a yipping giggle, covering his mouth with his jacket sleeve to stop it from growing louder. "Heh, that's very good, but not quite. What does it spell, dolly? Use your brain to work it out."

You didn’t need to remind him that you didn’t have much of a brain left.

"Mmmm…" You looked thoughtful again, following each time his claw moved with your bright, and yet utterly empty eyes again. "Fuh…uh…ex. Oh, it's fox!" You smiled victoriously, looking into his eyes. "Fox, it's a fox, just like Ren!"

"Wow, good job!" He praised encouragingly (condescendingly), setting down the book and clapping his hands. "So smart, dolly, you did so, so well!~"

You beamed proudly as he leaned forward, a familiar sticker sheet of golden star stickers in hand, and peeled two off to lay flat on each of your cheeks, a reward for being so smart. Your skin was powdery and matte with concealer and blush to hide your bruises, so the stickers almost instantly tried to peel away, but neither of you minded.

It was the thought that counted, after all.

"You're doing such a good job with your reading today, dolly, I think we should give you an even bigger reward." Ren sat back on his knees with a familiar grin on his face. "What do you think?"

"Mmhmm," You nodded obediently, your empty eyes lighting up as he slid off the bed (your bed, not his, but he slept in it with you so often that it might have well have been) and fetched your favourite wand from the bedside table drawer, full of similarly well-used toys in varying colours and sizes.

Ren chuckled at your eager expression and slid the wheel of the wand up, watching intently as it buzzed to life in his hands before his eyes went back to yours and narrowed, a new air of quiet authority taking over his expression.

"Raise your skirts, doll." He ordered, and you did so almost instantly.

The jangling chain of your wrist cuffs (loose and comfortable, almost exclusively there for show)  was light and delicate as you pulled the cotton skirt of your dress and scratchy tulle petticoat up your soft thighs to reveal your panties, already slightly damp, desire soaking into the cheesy pink and heart-adorned graphic, reading 'Princess'.

"Good girl," He praised, his voice a soft purr, lowering the rumbling head of the vibrator to the front of your panties (just over the graphic) and watching with a salacious smile as you instantly started to moan and whine at the sensation. "Good doll. Happy to see your best friend, huh?”

“Mmm…” You groaned with a little nod, doing your best to rock your hips forward and chase after the pleasurable vibrations, biting your pink and pouty lips as your eyelids fluttered from the sharp shocks from the wand. “Yeah, yeah…so happy.” 

“Mm, it seems like kind of a waste of time to be teaching you, though,” Ren started, sitting up on his knees to cup your chin with his free hand, sliding the vibrator into your panties and positioning it against your already erect clit, eyes sparkling at your instant desperate and high pitched moan. “You know, when I can make you all cute and stupid again just by using this thing, right?”

“Nnhhh…hah…” You groaned, burying your fists into your skirts, your expression screwing up again as he sloooowly turned the speed and intensity of the vibrator up a few more notches, the sensations sharp and quasi-painful…or at least they would be painful, had you not been trained to receive pain as mind melting pleasure. “OHHH! Ah, ah, mm!”

“Ah, there it is.” Ren said airily, giggling as he looked deeply into your fluttering eyes, his own shining with malice. “All those thoughts leaking out of you. My, my, dolly, whatever am I going to do with you if you stay this fucking stupid, huh?~”

“Rennnn…” You whined, trying to shy away from the wand as he slid it up another notch, each jolt of brutal pleasure enough to make your mind wipe and your vision go spotty. “Nghhh, god…”

“I suppose I’m just going to have to take care of you forever, aren’t I?” Ren continued, answering his own question as he leaned closer, rubbing the bridge of his nose against your jaw, scenting you, the soft whisps of his hair tickling your made-up cheek. “I’m going to have to dress you, and feed you, and teach you everything you’ve forgotten, hm?”

“Yesss,” You whined with a deliriously happy smile, pressing closer to him, bound hands reaching up to grab the front of his jacket and pull him in close. “Yes, yes, please take care of me, please…”

“Oh, dolly,” He moaned softly, suddenly straddling your soft thigh and pressing his own groin down against it, giving away instantly that he was rock hard. “Oh, sweet thing, of course, I’ll take care of you…it would be my pleasure to.”

You let out a trembling little giggle, girlish and sweet, as you wrapped your arms around his neck, rutting up against the vibrator as he rutted down against your thigh, breathing heavily as he listened to each of your own ragged breaths. 

“I’m gonna make you feel so good, baby.” He mumbled, pressing a wet kiss to your cheek as his free hand drifted away from your face and groped at your chest through the bodice of the lolita-style dress he had wrangled you into that morning. “You’re going to feel so good that you’re never going to want to leave, even if I ever let you have your old brain back…”

“And don’t count on me doing that any time soon, dolly. You’re too fun like this~”

🔨

"Gooood morning, fraulein!~"

Strade's voice was a sickeningly enthusiastic drawl as he switched on the lights, his steps heavy on the wooden stairs, each one groaning beneath his weight as he sank into the depths of the basement, like a demon sinking back into the warming flames of Hell, tired out after pretending to be a human for a little too long.

Not like you were all that clued into his demonic intentions. You were that out of it, your brain slurred and muddled into dumbed-down subservience from his pain and torture. 

Maybe there was a mercy to that, a mercy to ignorance so that you would not go (more) insane due to his abuse, his characteristic recklessness from treating his ‘toys’ a little too roughly.

Were demons known for their merciful nature? You didn't remember.

You didn't remember anything.

"Good morning," You slurred through a mouthful of dry, coppery blood, attempting a bright smile as he pushed a hand into your hair and forced your eyes up towards his so that he could inspect you, and get a good look at you in the morning light.

Well, the basement light, anyway. You hadn’t seen morning in days at this point. 

"Ah, just look at you." He commented in a voice purring with approval, running a thick finger over your black eye and down the growing bruise on your cheek, dark purple and blue painting your skin like a painting of brutality and pain. "Pretty as a picture, as always. I missed you last night, you know!"

"You did?" You tilted your head dopily and smiled a little bigger, flashing a broken molar at the back of your grin, a reminder of his brutal love (or, more appropriately, lust the previous night. "That's so nice of you to say. I missed you too."

"Mm, it is nice of me, isn't it?" He repeated with a good-natured chuckle, shaking his head fondly. "I'm in a nice kind of mood today." He continued, idly scratching at your scalp with his grimy fingernails, petting you like an animal at his feet. You were all too eager to keen up to his touch as he pleased, be the animal that he wanted. "So nice, I might not beat up that pretty face all too much today. You took an awful lot yesterday, after all." He let go of your hair to tap your broken nose, smiling a little broader at your moan of pain. “Isn’t that right, doll? I think you managed to bruise my knuckles back, actually!”

"Mmmm…" You hummed a low affirmative moan, shivering as the tip of his boot grazed over your purpling knees, marred with bloody cuts and grazes left over from days and nights crawling back and forth the rough cement ground. "That would be lovely..."

"Lovely, eh? Hah, don't think you're going to get off easily though, dummkopf," He let out another laugh, not a smooth chuckle, though, more like the barking cackle of a hyena, his thick brows furrowing in dark amusement as he spoke a language you couldn't understand (though you barely understood him when he spoke English, at times). "I still need to make use of you somehow, ja? So you don't prove too useless to keep around..."

Before you even had the chance to consider the threat behind his words, he reached down with his free hand to unzip his trousers and urged your head forward with another firm grip on your hair. As your bruised cheek pressed against his soft thigh, you couldn’t help but purr in pleasure, just feeling his all-encompassing warmth against you, stifling and boiling hot just like a creature from Hell should be.

"No, no, I have a better idea of what to do with you," He continued, his voice low as you rubbed your cheek against his thigh. "What do you think, doll?" He drawled, a foreign and unfamiliar name (even to him) thick on his poisonous tongue. "Want me to sink my dick down your throat and scramble your brain up even more?"

“Mm,” You moaned in approval, opening your mouth obediently as he tucked his boxers down around his thick cock and pressed into your open, bloody mouth, taking in a low hiss through his teeth at the feeling of your wet tongue, in spite of everything. 

Barely moments into your task, as you bobbed your head up and down, your sore jaw manuvered like a puppet on his cock, you found your legs spreading obediently (unconciously, automatically, like it had been trained into you) as he slid the tip of his boot to your cunt (the only place not battered or bruised just yet) and slowly rubbed at it, up and down, growling his approval when your slit left behind a despicably thick smear of pre-cum on the dark leather.

“God,” He mumbled hotly with a rasped chuckle, tipping his head back, his eyes on the single lightbulb hanging from the basement ceiling. “You’re fucking depraved, doll. I’d feel bad for treating you so rough, you know, if I didn’t know you got off on it. Quite the nasty, little toy you are, huh?”

Your eyes fluttered uselessly, like the glass eyes of a baby doll, as he forced your mouth to take his entire length, the lack of oxygen enough to make them roll back into your empty skull as tears ran down your cheeks, glossing the canvas of bruises that he had left behind.

“Mm, nah, actually, I wouldn’t feel bad about it at all.” He mumbled, before looking down at you again, untangling his fingers from your hair and planting a firm smack on your bruised cheek. “You’re just too pretty when I beat you up a little. I can’t resist!”

You yelped when he slapped you again, trying to pull back from the aphyxiating warmth of his cock, but that only encouraged him to force himself deeper, burying your broken nose into the dark hairs at the base and matting them together with your blood. 

“Plus, it makes you fight back a little. I like that.” He said again with a heavy sigh, his golden eyes narrowing hungrily. “It’s like there’s a little part of you still trying to resist me, but aw,” He clicked his tongue, giving your cheek another (albeit slightly lighter) slap. “You’re too stupid to let that side of you win now, aren’t you, fraulein?”

“Mmmph,” You groaned, doing your best to nod and squeezing your eyes shut, a new stream of tears running down your cheeks, smearing blood, painting bruises.

“You can’t fight me,” He then said, going back to a pattern of brutal thrusts, bruising your throat and forcing obscene ‘GHK-GHK!’ noises from your throat, all the while rubbing his boot against your cunt. “And you don’t want to. You get off on being treated like a fuck toy too much to fight, don’t you?”

“Mmm~” You moaned, staring up at him with wide, wet eyes as you reached down with bruised and broken fingers, wrists marred with rope burn and the imprints of chains and shakles, to touch yourself.

“Scheußlich,” He chuckled, tilting his head to the side as he watched you. “Nasty, nasty little girl…mmph, you should be careful, you know?” He bit his lip with a sudden dark look in his eyes, puppeteering your mouth up and down his cock a little faster, a little more erratically, his full hips slamming against your cheeks, your chin. 

“I might just fall in love with you, if you keep behaving like this~”

#ren hana #ren btd #ren x mc #ren x reader #lawrence oleander #lawrence btd #lawrence x mc #lawrence x reader #strade btd #strade x reader #strade x mc #drabbles #qs #roman roy voice: YEAH WHATEVER FUCK OFF

[fenharael]

Song fic tag game

I was tagged by @nullcanary Thank you! I tag @moniesmonsters @scrawnytreedemon @cinderflower and anyone else who would like to play ^^

This isn't all of my works, just the ones with specific songs associated with them, I hope you enjoy!

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Bloodlust, Elden Ring, Varré x Tarnished, 44k

Pass The Knife - No/Me

…Thought you had control // I'll strip you 'til you're bones // Scraping your knees 'til you beg for more // Cover you in scars just to leave a mark // Get you addicted, then, tear you apart...

Adōrō, Elden Ring, Mohg x Miquella, 3k

The Lake - Alistair Chant, Alexandra Chapman

...You lead me to the lake // You brushed my hair and kissed my face // Lily white // Untie my braids and lead me to the light...

Bitter Medicine, Elden Ring, Varré x Tarnished, 7.7k

Hysteria - MUSE

...And it's holding me, morphing me, and forcing me to strive // to be endlessly cold within and dreaming I'm alive // 'cause I want it now, I want it now // give me your heart and your soul...

Halcyon Days, Elden Ring, OC x OC, 7k

Holocene - Bon Iver

...And at once I knew I was not magnificent // hulled far from the highway aisle // Jagged vacance, thick with ice // but I could see for miles, miles, miles...

Violencia, Elden Ring, Mohg x Tarnished, 3.1k

Beast and the Harlot - Avenged Sevenfold

...I don't believe in fairytales and no one wants to go to hell // you've made the wrong decision, and it's easy to see // now if you wanna serve above or be a king below with us // you're welcome to the city...

Devil's Trill Sonata, Elden Ring, Mohg x Miquella, 4.5k

Twisted Games - David Lawrence

...Ready or not now, I'm coming for you // I smell your blood now, got you in blue // Ready or not now, there's no escape // don't struggle on here, don't delay fate // 'cause you kept me waiting, oh didn't you? // but we'll be together someday soon...

Plaster Saints, Elden Ring, Varré x OCs, 7.9k WIP

Bury Me In Black - My Chemical Romance

...I said "we'll drown ourselves in misery tonight" // White lies, you've worn out all your dancing shoes this time // Just give us war-worn lipstick, blood, and purifying flame...

#my writing #songfic #dash games #tag game #fanfic #fanfic asks #elden ring

[talesofpassingtime]

Now she felt sorry, and a trifle repentant, so she went to the piano, as she always did to dispel her moods. When she was angry she played tender fragments of Tchaikovsky, when she was miserable, Mozart. Now she played Handel in a manner that suggested the plains of heaven in the long notes, and in the little trills as if she were waltzing up the ladder of Jacob’s dream like the damsels in Blake’s pictures.

— D. H. Lawrence, The White Peacock 

#booklr

[ardentpoop]

sometimes when i’m sad and unmotivated i spoil my own wips to see if anyone will bite. so here’s a little piece of this 🥴

“You ready?” Lawrence asks after a moment, cupping Adam’s cheek, staring searchingly into his eyes. 

Adam bites his lip. “Mm-hm.” 

The cold of the corridor washes over Adam as he waits for Lawrence to lock the front door, the jangling of his keys piercing the oppressive quiet alongside the muttered curses dropping from Lawrence’s lips as he fucks it up a couple times. 

Adam’s fingers are tucked into Lawrence’s coat pocket while both his hands are occupied with the keys, and he pokes Lawrence’s thigh through the wool. “Relax, Larry.” Lawrence hates it when he calls him that. “I’m not gonna have a meltdown just standing here. Or, like, get snatched away by some twisted old freak with a bondage kink. What’re the odds of that happening a third time?” 

“Adam,” Lawrence says, exasperated. He does that a lot, uses Adam’s name like it’s an obscenity; a vehicle for everything he can’t or won’t put into words. 

“Lawrence,” Adam says, mimicking his tone. It doesn’t quite carry the same weight. 

He holds Lawrence’s hand again, and they set off for the elevator at the end of the hall. 

The ride down to the lobby is blessedly uneventful, just the two of them sharing body heat and Adam’s stomach doing that uncomfortable floaty thing as they go down. He feels a little bit like an alien experiencing the wonders and terrors of human civilization for the first time. Six and a half months, Lawrence had told him. Crazy. But then, he isn’t unaccustomed to losing long stretches of time to the insatiate black hole of his brain. At least now he has Lawrence to keep the apartment clean and stock the fridge and remind him to take his meds, and touch him when he needs to be grounded, and tell him what’s going on in the world beyond his gilded cage. The elevator dings, depositing them into the abandoned lobby. 

Lawrence tugs his hand free of Adam’s in favor of placing the same palm at the small of his back, using it to guide him through the double doors that Adam hadn’t seen since they moved in. The night air feels sharp on Adam’s face; its frigid lips kissing his cheeks; and there’s so much more sound than Adam is used to, humming and trilling and whooshing. He suddenly misses his earbuds; recalling endless walks from his past life that were made tolerable only by the industrial metal and hardcore punk crashing in his ears. He presses closer to Lawrence, who curls his fingers against his spine. I’m here. 

They stop at the end of the sidewalk, the lobby doors still visible past the rows of sleeping cars glittering under the streetlights. 

“You’re doing good,” Lawrence says softly, lifting Adam’s chin with his index finger. 

Adam takes a mental photograph of his face; heart-achingly kind and caring and so handsome like this, the pale light picking out the multiplying threads of silver in his hair, his sky-blue eyes glowing with a warmth that repels the winter chill. He doesn’t stop Adam when he pushes up to kiss him, simply wrapping his arms over Adam’s back and allowing him to stake his claim.

“Adam,” Lawrence intones, once Adam has reluctantly torn himself away; pressing his fingers to his own mouth and staring openly at the pink flush he’s left on Lawrence’s lips and the high points of his cheeks. 

“Fuck,” Adam says, with feeling. 

Fuck! I’d eat you alive if you’d let me.

He probably would, is the thing. He would let him.

#chainshipping #im not making another sideblog deal with it 😤 #m: fic #this is one of the least angsty scenes in this thing lmao. cherry-picked

[dustedmagazine]

Sweeping Promises — Good Living Will Come to You (Feel It/Sub Pop)

Photo by Shawn Brackhill

Sweeping Promises is all sharp angles. The two-person band met in Arkansas, recorded blistering Hunger for a Way Out in a Boston concrete bunker, left town first for Austin then Lawrence, Kansas and now delivers its jittery, minimalist second album via the combined networks of punk boutique Feel It (in America) and gargantuan Sub Pop (the rest of the world).

The debut clattered and banged with febrile strength, the taut, trilling vocals of bass player Lira Mondal the only element of softness in a bracing architecture. Good Living Will Come to You sounds slightly less austere, perhaps the result of relocating the home studio from a Beantown basement to a more resonant Midwestern home studio. Yet these two artists—Mondal and her life and music partner Caulfield Schnung—like to keep things brisk. After a brief, tender crooning into to “My Eraser,” the pair lurch into stuttering motion, bass clanking, keyboards blurting, guitar whipping back to sting. The vocals—that’s Mondal—tip the whole enterprise slightly towards new wave (Motels, Til Tuesday) but the architecture is funk-inflected early 1980s punk: Delta 5, ESG and, when the bass gets going, Maximum Joy!

Both members of Sweeping Promises are trained as sound engineers, so rest assured that this album hits exactly the way they want it to. The title track struts in on swaggering bass, guitar exclaiming in electrified yelps, the cut executed in machine-like precision. A sinuous vocal is the only curve in the piece; it snakes through wireframes of militant exactitude. You can hear every sound as it happens, the separation sharp and rigorous. Nothing overlaps here. Every block of auditory sensation comes italicized by surrounding white space.

And yet, if you like your punk rock distilled to purity, every idea boiled down to staccato essence, then pony up for Sweeping Promises. It’s bright and nervy, nodding towards funk but with all the grime scrubbed out of the seams. I like “Walk in Place,” the best, its viscous butt-moving bass line, hedged in by the fast scramble of off-beated guitars, the terse honk of saxophone. It’s a song that urges you to dance in the jerkiest, least sensual sort of way, pogoing straight up and down, head bobbing, like it’s 1982 again.

Jennifer Kelly

#sweeping promises #good living will come to you #feel it #sub pop #jennifer kelly #albumreview #dusted magazine #post-punk #new wave

[outrunningthedark]

Did Peter end up going to the ATX at all? I thought I heard confirmation of him going but then we didn’t get any content with him during? But then again I didn’t go look for any of it except the west world panel bc i was interested. Thought you might know if he did go or not.

Peter was going to appear at the Parenthood reunion when it was supposed to happen in 2020 - and I read a couple articles leading up to ATX Fest that were under the impression the ones who originally signed on would be back for this year's - but the timing ended up not working out for him or Lauren (Graham, his partner). "Taking part in the festivities were Katims, Shepard (who played Crosby Braverman), Monica Potter (Kristina Braverman), Joy Bryant (Jasmine Trussell), Erika Christensen (Julia Braverman-Graham), and Lawrence Trilling, who served as an executive producer and director on the series. Craig T. Nelson, Peter Krause, and Lauren Graham, among other cast members, were once scheduled to take part, but the reunion’s timing shifts — it was initially set for the 2020 festival before the pandemic forced a pivot to virtual festing — resulted in scheduling conflicts."

#anonymous #tina speaks

[multiprises]

The West, Outer Range, 1.08

Lawrence Trilling (D), Brian Watkins  (S), 06/05/22

Je suis partagé entre l’excitation visuelle et le sentiment que le scénariste ne sait pas où il va ; ou qu’il n’a pas eu envie de le montrer. Autant dire que je reste  sur ma faim.

#imogen poots #saison 1 #outer range #western #scifi #made in usa

[nintendouniverse2023]

Ladies and Gentlemen, My new OC ‘Esther Kong’, She along with her family use to live at Kongo Bongo Island but have to leave to a different Island and Come back few years and joins the DK Crew, Going new types of adventures and smack the scales out of the Kremlings.

Bio: Esther was the 3rd born child of her father working for The Kong Guard at Kongo Bongo Island with her two oldest siblings and her youngest sister. Growing up, she always wanted to be an brave heroic explorer, yet sometimes be quite wreckless while training. After Ester learned she was going to be an aunt after Lexie Kong was born, Her whole family moved out of Kongo Bongo Island and move to a different Island in their new Yatch.

Gallica and Esther would return to Kongo Bongo Island, were they try to retrieve the Crystal Banana. Gallica was killed in a middle of the trail, forcing Esther to retreat. The next day, Esther told the family the bad news, which ended up being a slow and depressing time for everyone, inculing Buchin and Lexie but lead to Buchin into a broken depressed state. Never talks or smiles. Ether eats, sleeps and care for his kids. Esther and her sisters will have to agree to take care of him and their nieces and nephews. Esther now over protective of her nieces and nephews, works out extra hard to be able to keep her family safe. Still loves to have fun but family comes first.

When Esther and her family moved back to Kongo Bongo Island and decided to sign into joining the DK Army by Cranky meanwhile Her family and her oldest siblings children The Konglings *3 nieces and 4 Nephews*. Settled in. Donkey Kong decided to make Esther feel welcomed with the help of his allies *Funky, Roxanne, Candy, Diddy, Tiny, Dixie, Swanky, Chunky, Lanky and Kiddy* set off to Esther’s families Big Yacht, They might watch out for a handful of the little Kongs.

Appearance: Her fur is light brown, dark red hair, yellow eyes, Ear Pins in her ears while her right has a scar, Orange Bracelet, Adventure Shirt, Adventure Belt and Black Pants

Voice Actor: Carolyn Lawrence

Age: 20

Height: 6 ft

Weight: 154 ibs

Personality: Trill Seeking, Brash, Tough, Over Protective *Only to her oldest brother Nieces and Nephews*, Curious, Fun Loving and Transexuality

Favorite Foods: Strawberry Shortcake, Bananas and Mango Slices

Family: (Siblings) Buchin Kong *Age:28*, Mora Kong *Age:25* Miki Kong *Age:18* (Nieces and Nephews) Lexie Kong *Age:10*, Lizo Kong *Age:8* Raonic Kong, Rita Kong and Ronchi Kong *Triplets Age:7*, Grovo Kong *Age:6* and Fruity Kong *Age:5*

Allies: DK Crew, Candy Kong, Dixie Kong, Kiddie Kong, Tiny Kong, Lanky Kong, Chunky Kong, Eddie the Yeti, Bluster Kong *Sometimes for the Both of them*, K.Lumsy, Snide, The Super Mario Bros and Sis, Princess Peach, Daisy, Rosalina, Amatory, Gill Koopa *Best Friend*, Kong Clan Members and The Jungle Kingdom Residents

Enemies: King K Rool, Krusha, Klump, Krunch, Kalypso *Sometimes*, Waluigi *Sometimes*, Kudgle, Kip, Kass, Kopter, Kremlings Army, Captain Syrup *Sometimes*, Wario, Bowser and his Koopa Empire, Kamek, The Koopalings and Bowser Jr

Likes: Working out, Swinging on vines, Spending Time with her nieces and nephews, Hanging out with DK, Diddy, Dixie, Tiny, Lanky, Chunky, Candy and Her other friends who were not from Kongo Bongo Island

Dislikes:King K Rool hurting her nieces and nephews and Losing her oldest brother.

#nintendo #donkey kong country #donkey kong oc #esther kong

[ihavetoomuchhomeworkforthis]

So I found this old assignment from 9th grade that I never got past the rough draft/planning stages of jshdhsikfff XD

Ok fine so do star trek romeo and juliet

The story takes place on some random non-specific ship in starfleet, (not the Enterprise, Voyager, or any or the important ones actually in a series) 

Romeo can be cardassian, juliet can be bajoran, or the other way around but this is because those two species are against each other, paris can just be human because we don’t know that much about his character, rosaline is vulcan because she’s logical and doesn’t want anything to do with romeo romantically, friar lawrence can be vulcan too because logical, or maybe he can be betazoid because of how he always seems to understand the situation (telepathy), or he can be trill because of how old and wise he is (experience of several lifetimes) OR Friar Lawrence could be El-Aurian (because Guinan)- Yes friar Lawrence IS Guinan hahahah. tybalt can be romulan or klingon because he’s really angry, Lord Capulet should be Ferengi, but that doesn’t work if juliet is bajoran, so I guess he can be some sort of stepfather/caretaker, maybe lady capulet (bajoran like juliet) is a widow, lost her husband to the occupation after Juliet was born and got into the federation at first as a refugee, (extra reason for them all to be against cardassians) and then lord capulet the ferengi seduced her somehow I guess (because he’s quark and he saw she had a daughter (juliet) and he wanted to take advantage of that because he wanted to eventually marry juliet off to somebody for the profit, plus maybe he wanted lady capulet (bajoran) to massage his ears because… ferengi) and she joined starfleet, benvolio and mercutio can be human because we don’t have very many humans yet. Nurse is betazoid because of how caring she is for Juliet, plus she’s really bawdy like Deanna Troi's mom.

Romeo and juliet meet like they did in the story at a masked party/ball, (because otherwise they’d recognise each other’s species), and then Romeo being the romantic convinces her that they should take off their masks together so he can kiss her or something, which she agrees to I guess, and then they recoil because oh my gosh he’s a cardassian evil guy blah blah blah, and oh my gosh she’s so much younger and that’s not right, and also she’s bajoran and it’s just wrong and she’s going to immediately stereotype me as evil and hate me oh no, so then they both go crying to the nurse and mercutio/benvolio respectively

The nurse is the ship’s counselor and very reasonable so she kindly tells juliet to get over herself because she literally just met romeo and she shouldn’t worry about it, and then they proceed to have a tearful conversation about feelings

Mercutio and benvolio both have pretty much the exact same conversation with romeo, telling him he’s known juliet for all of 5 minutes and to find another lady because she’s underage and bajoran and please don’t take this personally but she’s never going to like a cardassian and also what happened to rosaline?? blah blah blah, and then romeo proceeds to cry and tell them about feelings too.

Friar Lawrence is the bartender because he’s Guinan, so he doesn’t hear what’s going on (too far away) but he sees everything and thinks Romeo’s a fool but it would be cute if Juliet weren’t getting married to Paris

It needs something that makes the story not exactly the same other than the setting, some kind of plot twist to take the story away from the original plot, so

The ship gets attacked in the middle of the party, interrupting the feelings conversation

The party is a pre-party thing for Juliet’s marriage to Paris and she doesn’t want to be married but lord capulet/quark made her do it before she met Romeo and so now she’s extra conflicted because she doesn’t like Paris but she wants to be respectful to her parents so she felt like she didn’t have a choice so she consented to the marriage but not really it’s just because she didn’t know how to stand up for herself so she’s going to get married to Paris in a few hours but she just met Romeo, who’s a cardassian, and she’s afraid that she’s fallen in love with him, but she can’t do that because of her obligation to her parents and to Paris, who doesn’t seem terrible but she doesn’t really know him very well (lord capulet’s managed to convince everyone otherwise), plus also the whole thing about cardassians.

So the party ends, everyone goes and does whatever for a few hours, then to their quarters to get changed for the actual wedding, and this time focuses on everybody’s thoughts, which is a ton of mostly everyone having internal conflict.

Juliet: more conflict about respect to parents (marry paris) vs feelings (romeo being a nice guy she talked to for a while but he’s cardassian and also not Paris)

Romeo: pre established conflict of his feelings for juliet vs mercutio and benvolio’s arguments against it (also he doesn’t know juliet is the person he met or that she’s getting married to paris because he was just showing up for the fun of the party and the food, so he doesn’t have that conflict yet)

Lord Capulet: excited about the bride-price he’s going to get from Paris after a lot of negotiating and lying to him about Ferengi customs

Paris: NOT having doubts about this whole marriage thing because he’s the antagonist and he wants to be married to Juliet because he’s evil and a creep who wants to take advantage of her and so far he’s just played nice around Juliet to keep the marriage on. 

Nurse: Sensing the malicious intentions from Paris, and becoming a little worried, but changes her mind and tells herself she was just being silly, he’s a fine young man and she’s just excited about the wedding

Lady Capulet: totally been manipulated and lied to by Lord Capulet, she feels like there’s something off about everything but doesn’t want to speak up because she’s been drawn into the Ferengi belief that women are useless and nothing and inferior to men, and that if she doesn’t let Lord Capulet marry off her daughter, he won’t protect her anymore, and she won’t be able to fend for herself because she’s just a woman, no way could she get a job or anything without his help, and of course it’s probably just fine for Juliet to get married… right? She’s only 13… but she’s almost 14, so… it’s still not okay but it’s not like they have a choice? Lord Capulet’s been gaslighting her and it’s all very wrong.

Friar Lawrence: Not really thinking much or being conflicted, just pleasantly humming to himself as he cleans up the room after the party and starts getting everything set up for the wedding. He’s not sure about the morality of what’s going on, but so far as he’s concerned, all those short-lived species can figure out their own problems and everything will turn out alright in the end. If one of them is worried or needs advice they can come ask, but so long as everyone seems relatively fine, it isn’t really his business is it?

Benvolio and Mercutio: laughing about Romeo and his lovesick heart in their quarters, playfully making bets on how long it’ll be before he sees another pretty lady and forgets “that bajoran girl” just generally making fun of Romeo and stuff.

Rosaline: She’s going to be Juliet’s hero. Vulcans are logical and they suppress emotion, she wasn’t “having fun” at the party, she was analyzing all the situations and talking to people in a “friendly” manner to gather some final tidbits of information. Because Rosaline has been noticing little wrong things everywhere for a while. Lord Capulet says that Juliet and Paris are totally in love, can’t wait to be married, best friends, but has she seen them hanging out together? Never. Why is Lady Capulet so reserved and nervous all the time around Lord Capulet? Also suspicious. Paris is in his 20s while Juliet’s 13 going on 14?  She read through databases on human versus bajoran maturing, traditions, customs, ages of consent, etc. and that most certainly isn’t right either. Rosaline has come to the conclusion that whatever this marriage is, it shouldn’t be happening, and she’s going to try to rescue Juliet because all her logic points to that being the right thing to do.

Rosaline goes to Juliet and convinces Juliet to go on a walk with her, “calm the nerves before the big moment,” but actually wants to talk about everything with Juliet so they can make a plan for how to avoid her getting married to Paris. They end up talking about Romeo, and Rosaline advises Juliet that “he was in love with me yesterday, if you like him then fine by me, but take it slow and make sure he won’t run off with the next pretty girl he sees before you set your heart on him, the young man’s a fool.”

So far, Rosaline’s plan for avoiding the marriage is to have Rosaline pretend to be Juliet (like Thor pretending to be Freya) because Rosaline can keep a clearer head in the moment and can explain all of what she believes to be going on to the audience, and make sure none of the blame goes on to Juliet or Lady Capulet. While Rosaline does that, Juliet can hide somewhere else on the ship with a com link to Rosaline so she can hear what’s going on, and if it somehow backfires horribly, well they’ll figure that out in the moment and Rosaline will protect Juliet. Juliet isn’t sure about this idea, but right now there’s not enough time to think up a whole new plan. (Later: right when the “I do-s” are supposed to happen and Rosaline throws back the veil to begin her monologue, Tybalt attacks the ship and everything is put on hold to address that issue, leaving everyone wondering what’s going on. After they defeat him diplomatically or whatever, they decide to restart the wedding, and this time, Juliet steps up and adresses Paris directly and then Lord Capulet and stands up for herself and it’s all very well and good, but then there’s the aftermath to deal with– she stood up for herself in front of everyone, but what about later, when she might be alone?) the captain of the ship (hmm… the captain is the Prince, and he’s human because eh) […unfinished…]

Meanwhile at the end of the original party, Romeo learns from Friar Lawrence that Juliet is the lady he’s fallen in love with, and that she’s the one getting married to Paris. He runs off to Mercutio and Benvolio (again) accidentally catches them kissing (this is an older ship, sometimes the door system is faulty and allows people into the quarters without verbal confirmation from those inside, you need to explain that BEFORE this scene though) but he’s really oblivious and ignores that/doesn’t realize and just brushes it off without a thought and goes on to complain about stuff to them. (this is a comedic use of the faulty doors, you need a plot-central use of faulty doors at some later point)

#TLDR: we were supposed to write a Romeo and Juliet fanfic #This is really long sorry #I just copy&pasted it directly from the original document #It's all authentic 9th-grade-me's thoughts on how to smoosh Star Trek with Romeo&Juliet lol #Idk #I wish I had the willpower/motivation/time/energy/lack of genuine homework to actually write this #If anybody actually DOES want to write it go ahead :) #Yes we really did have an assignment to write Shakespeare fanfic XD #One person wrote about zombie Romeo&Juliet #And it was actually so good let me tell you #Like they revived after the suicide thing and then started going after everyone else in the graveyard #...that's all I remember actually- I think they had Friar Lawrence as an apothecary selling deadly poisons and antidotes #And he accidentally gave Romeo the zombie one instead of the suicide one I think? I don't remember but their story was really good #(And actually completed in story form) #star trek #romeo and juliet

[tomrobinson]

My @bbcintroducing Mixtape podcast drops Mon 23 January across all platforms incl @BBCSounds and overnight on @BBC6Music. Featuring new music supported by BBC Introducing shows on local radio - with thanks to @beatonthebeeb @abbieabbiemac @alanraw #KatyNoone @daisyadamss @dj_roesh @empilbeam @_whince @honormorrison @jjiszatt @jamesthrelfall @handgell #DJAndrewMarston. See bbc.co.uk/blogs/introducing for playlists & artist links. * LUNCH - Stevia @lunchbanduk * PAIGE KENNEDY - Love You From a Distance @paigekennedymusic * BAD SOUNDS - More Than I Can Afford @realbadsounds * ALT BLK ERA - Off With Their Heads @altblkera * LIFE - Our Love Is Growing @lifeband * LIOTIA - Let Down @liotiamusic * POSABLE ACTION FIGURES - Shank @p_actionfigures * LUCY GIDLEY - Can You Hear Me @lucygidley * NAMEKA - Froze @nam3ka * MAYSHE-MAYSHE - How To Be Happy @Mayshe_Mayshe * THOMAS TRUAX - The Anomalous Now @thomas_truax * MARCH - Hesperides @musicbymarch * DIMES - State Run Press @dimesbhx * EMILY BREEZE - Confessions of an Ageing Party Girl @emilybreeze66 * JOSEPH LAWRENCE - Empty House @josephlawrenc3 * TRILLS - Every One @trillsmusic * TREVOR BABAJACK STEGER - Rambling Man @trevorbabajacksteger — view on Instagram https://ift.tt/cLt73h0

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[thelatestnews1]

‘Parenthood’ Cast On The Show’s Origins, Their Characters Today & Comparisons To ‘This Is Us’—ATX – Deadline

‘Parenthood’ Cast On The Show’s Origins, Their Characters Today & Comparisons To ‘This Is Us’—ATX – Deadline

Part of the cast of Parenthood reunited with series creator Jason Katims and executive producer Lawrence Trilling on Friday night at the ATX Festival in Austin. And while excited audience members relished hearing Dax Shephard, Erika Christensen, Joy Bryant, and Monica Potter share memories, Peter Krause, Lauren Graham, Craig T. Nelson, Bonnie Bedelia, and Mae Whitman were certainly missed. Among…

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[deadlinecom]

[tvsotherworlds]

[angelstills]

The Get Down (2016-2017)

#The Get Down #2010s #2017 #TV #Lawrence Trilling #Ed Bianchi #Mack Williams

[caroleditosti]

Tribeca TV Festival Continues its 2019 Series Reveal: 'GOLIATH' Starring Billy Bob Thornton, Nina Arianda, Dennis Quaid

Tribeca TV Festival Continues its 2019 Series Reveal: ‘GOLIATH’ Starring Billy Bob Thornton, Nina Arianda, Dennis Quaid

Billy Bob Thornton in ‘GOLIATH,’ directed by Lawrence Trilling, created by David E. Kelley and Jonathan Shapiro, Amazon Studios, Amazon Prime, October 4th, Season 3 presented at Tribeca TV Festival (courtesy of Amazon Studios)

The premise of the TV series GOLIATHabout Billy McBride, a former high powered lawyer who built his own successful law firm then crashed and burned into drinking and…

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#Amy Brenneman #Beau Bridges #Billy Bob Thornton #Dennis Quaid #GOLIATH #Graham Greene #Lawrence Trilling #Nina Arianda #Tribeca TV Festival 2019