#miserable with her. then boy do i have news for you. i don't claim to know him or whatever but like. any decent human would see through

[finexbright]

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#thinking thoughts that harry might actually be leaving his label and management and the whole three contract deal #wasn't a rumour at all because like what the fuck is actually happening #really fucking sorry but even if harry was straight. or wasn't with louis. he would NOT be dating this woman after everything #like every single person can see just how vile she is and how she's barely keeping up with her own lies #if you really want me to believe that harry is dating this woman who has no shred of self awareness #and has such a twisted view of things. and has been so cruel to so many people on set. and has supported #an actual abuser. and has looked down on one of the most respected actresses in hollywood rn. and has been spinning lies #then i honestly don't know what to tell you #i don't know how much truth there is to the nanny story but there was this quote about how she's fame hungry and how much she cares about #what other people and she's only with harry because of his fame and i think that was the only truth in that article #i don't know what sort of a hellish deal she negotiated with harry/his team but she was really fucking clever with it because what the fuck #convinced she doesn't have a team or publicist or whatever and that she's been pulling strings all along. anyways for fuck's sake #free harry from this mess and do you know what let him disappear for some time while she digs her own grave for her career #like you guys do see that she's been in the industry for over 20 years and has had so many career changes #acting/producing/directing etc and the thing that's gotten her the most fame is this pr stunt. is her bearding. says a lot about her #priorities and who she is as a person and if after all this you still think that harry is actually with her or that he's not #miserable with her. then boy do i have news for you. i don't claim to know him or whatever but like. any decent human would see through #her facade and back the fuck away. like any self respecting person would've seen her world of lies and said nope. i care about my life and #career goodbye. so yeah anyways hope this ends soon and hope she vanishes because it's clear that her career in hollywood is done for

[stevesbipanic]

@steddielovemonth Day 27: Love is just a four-letter word. @sal-si-puedes

Reading and writing had never come easy to Steve. Surprisingly, numbers had been easy, which definitely helped as he moved into retail later in life. Letters though, they were often his enemy.

Nancy was a big reason he even was able to graduate let alone write college essays. He'd have her check and recheck until all the letters sat in their correct spots.

Working at Scoops had been relatively easy, he learnt what flavours looked like rather than reading their labels, memorizing their menu by reading it over and over again until he was sure he knew everything on it.

Working at Family Video had been harder, a lot more titles and words to read. Miserably watching the letters jump into wrong places, often placing titles in B rather than D.

Robin helped, mentioned a cousin with dyslexia, suggested a doctor but after Starcourt you'd have to drag him to a doctor. Instead he mostly manned the till, stocked the candy and rewound tapes.

He thought about college again, thought about his future and what he wanted. He knew everything would involve reading though so he put a pin in that for later, although becoming a math teacher sounded nice, he liked numbers and kids.

Part of him was jealous that he couldn't be someone to read to Eddie as he lay in the hospital, all the kids took turns, he didn't even know if Eddie would want him to read to him.

Eddie brought a new wave of words to his life, but in loud rambles like Robin. Steve expressed how he wished he could read as much as Eddie, explaining his difficulties.

"I could read to you?"

Steve smiled at Eddie's blush.

"I'd like that."

It became a thing to chase away nightmares, soft words lulling the younger boy to sleep, Eddie never seemed to mind claiming a bedmate helped with the nightmares.

Now Steve was in a new predicament. Butterflies in his stomach every time Eddie would use his soft voice knowing Steve was almost asleep or when they'd curl up together every movie night.

"You like Eddie!"

"Ok we're just skipping over me liking guys, yes I like Eddie!"

"Has more talent than Tammy I'll give you that."

He sat at his desk now, surrounded by scrunched up pieces of paper, "This was a stupid idea!"

"What you working on, Stevie?"

Shit, was it 3 o'clock already!? He hadn't heard Eddie get here, he wasn't meant to see this yet, it wasn't perfect yet.

"Um, nothing?"

"That a question or a statement, sweetheart?" Eddie laughed softly walking over to the desk quickly peering over Steve's shoulder before Steve had a chance to cover it.

"Aw a Valentine's letter! Who's the lucky lady that has Steve Harrington writing, she must be pretty special." There was a tightness in Eddie's voice but Steve could only feel the flush rising in his cheeks.

"They are and they're always writing such lovely words I wanted to show them I was serious." Steve said hoping Eddie didn't pick up he didn't say she.

"Let me take a look, Stevie, you know I don't mind proofreading your stuff," the paper was in Eddie's hands before Steve could stop him.

Roses are red, but you only like black,

You're so brave, always having my back.

Valentine's Day, only one thing to do,

Telling you, how much I levo you!

Happy Valentine's Day Eddie!

Love your, Stevie

Steve wanted Hawkins to open up again just to swallow him up. Eddie was quiet which he never is which terrified Steve.

After a moment Eddie reached over Steve again grabbing the pencil and carefully crossing out a word in the poem.

I levo love you

"I love you too, sweetheart, spelling mistakes and all."

And that was something Steve didn't need any help reading.

#the month is almost over :(( #i hope yall havent minded how half of them have been mostly steve centric #hes my fav blorbo #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #dyslexia #dyslexic steve #ficlet #steddielovemonth

[tonberry-yoda]

A Hobie Thing To Do - Hobie Brown

notes - Here's the Hobie fic for that poll I did! Thank you everyone who voted and the Hobie lovers for asking for another fic! It feels a tad rushed story wise, but it's silly and I like the concept, so I hope you enjoy! Stay hydrated everyone! word count - 810

London was pretty boring. You were expecting more when you moved there, but honestly, it was a lot of rain and a lot of the people you were already used to. College was nice and everything and it wasn't like you were miserable, but you were definitely bored.

Until you met him. Hobie Brown. A punky, guitar playing, pierced up boy with a loud mouth and amazing hair.

You met him while goofing around with a band you played with occasionally. He kicked open the door with drinks in his hands and smiled when he saw you, setting down the drinks to shake your hand.

"You have amazing eyes." he told you with a wink.

You told him you liked his outfit and you hit it off from there, playing music together or eating junkfood in your dorm.

And not too long afterwards, the two of you started dating. He never called it dating, but never got mad when you did, so you definitely considered the two of you to be together in some romantic regard.

Plus, he would kiss you without hesitation and wrap his arm around you whenever someone seemed to be bothering you.

At the end of the day though, after weeks of dating, the two of you became inseparable and the only time you were really away from each other was when you were at school.

"Have you guys seen Hobie?" you asked the band as you walked in with sandwiches, handing one to everyone.

"No," said the drummer, Curtis, shoving the sandwich in his mouth. "I don't know if he's coming. He didn't say anything."

You just nodded and sat down, turning on the TV. Curtis' parents always had it on the news channel and it was playing something about Spiderman.

"Ugh, Spiderman," said the singer, Alley, rolling her eyes. "I hate that guy."

"Why?" you asked, turning to her. "He's a punk dude, I think he's so sick."

"Yeah, but he's just making excuses to break the law and claim he's saving the world. It's not very punk if you ask me,"

"That's so stupid, Alley."

"Maybe to you. I think it's pretty rational."

"I just think you don't know the guy," Hobie said, walking in and grabbing his own sandwich. "Though, maybe you're right."

"Hey, Hobie." you smiled, kissing him on the cheek. "Where were you?"

"Well, it's finally not gross out, so I figured I'd walk today. Sorry I'm a little late. Anyways, what's Spiderman up to?"

You watched the TV for a second and turned back to Hobie. "Apparently someone was trying to attack some bus downtown and he saved it."

Hobie just hummed in response and kept eating. He felt weird about not telling you that he was Spiderman, but at the same time, he thought it was obvious at this point and was trying to see how long it would take you.

"Who do you think's under that mask?" Curtis asked.

You just shrugged. "Probably some rockstar. Maybe someone we've seen live?"

You and the rest of the band became coming up with theories about Spiderman as Hobie kicked back his feet and watched himself save the bus in slow-mo for the fifteenth time with a stupid grin. You really weren't going to figure it out, were you?

Well, in that case, he thought it would be fun to tease you a bit.

You were on a walk in the rain, petting stray cats and shopping. Hobie had his Spiderman costume on and waited until you got into an alleyway before hanging upside down in front of you, shocking you a bit.

"Spiderman?" you said. "What's up?"

He smiled under the mask and stood in front of you before walking over to a wall, leaning against it. "What's up with you?" he asked.

"Just going home." you told him.

Hobie rolled his eyes under the mask. He didn't even change his voice, how did you not notice it was him yet?

"I heard you're in a band." he said.

You tilted your head. "How did you know that?"

"A friend of mine knows you."

"Really? Who?"

"His name's Hobie." He had to hold back laughter.

You thought for a minute and looked at him unamused. "Really, Hobie?"

He shot a web and hung back upside down in front of you before making sure no one was around to slide off his mask.

"How long have you been Spiderman?" you asked.

"How long has Spiderman been around?"

You rolled your eyes with a smile. "This is crazy."

"Unexpected?"

"No. This definitely feels like a Hobie thing to do."

"Why's that?" He smirked.

"Because of course, you of all people would be Spiderman somehow."

"I guess that is a Hobie thing to do, innit?"

You cupped his face and smiled before pressing your lips to his as he hung upside down.

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#thanks everyone! #i hope you like the silly hobie fic <3 #writing #my writing #fanfic #fanfiction #x reader #across the spiderverse #across the spiderverse x reader #spiderverse #spiderverse x reader #hobie brown #hobie brown x reader #spiderpunk #spiderpunk x reader #spiderman #spiderman x reader

[miniisunshine]

It's here! My Kappa x new girl is out

Synopsis : Was he yours if he wanted me so bad

Warnings : AFAB ready, P in V, swearing, dubious consent?, dom Kappa, sort off humiliation kink

Being the new girl in an already established group is never easy, even harder when there's princess treatments for one, but boy oh boy were you determine to move that bitch and take her place sooner or later.

You've met Kappa for the first time in an alleyway; while you were trying to steal from a creepy guy, your plan failed miserably and you ended up trap inbetween him and a brick wall. Trying to escape from his strong grasp, delaying the horrible nightmares who would come next, you were lucky enough to be saved by the long black haired cult leader. Immediately hypnotised by his cold icy gaze, you didn't need to think one minute to accept his invitation to join his "human-robots killers group". I mean, you were already in the crime industry, what could go wrong?

Already head over heels for this man, you were greeted with a cold shower when you first met Kappa's favorite one : Theta. And she made it veeery clear to you that he was hers and she was his, like a prince to his princess.

But what she didn't know was, at night, the one she called "mine" was in your bed, carressing and kissing you, whispering sweet words into your ears as he fucked you until you couldn't see clear and you loved it, even though you still wanted to be more than just his midnight love.

So one night, as you were laying on his chest, drawing circles on his skin, you poured your heart out for Kappa.

"Are you gonna claim me as yours one day?"

"Why are you asking that Sugar?"

You sighed

"I'm tired of being your dirty little secret, i should be the one you show proudly, not Theta.."

"But i love you just like i love her, isn't that enough?"

"No it's not! And you clearly don't LOVE her if you keep coming in my bed every night! Stop lying with those words."

You almost screamed.

Shocked by your anger he got off the bed, raising his hand to slap you, but didn't, like a force prevented him from doing so. Without a word, he stormed out the room, leaving you crying quietly on your matress, deeply affected by his unequival feelings to you.

As the night goes by, sadness grew into anger and anger became vengance: let's see how long he could resist keeping you a secret to the rest of the group.

In the morning, you threw off the sluttiest nightgown you could find, parading in front of everybody, purposefully getting the attention of every man who would get an eyeful of your body.

Bending over to grab the milk in the fridge, your eyes met Kappa's furious gaze, as you slowly poured the liquid in a glass. Because Theta was peacefully eating her breakfast next to you, he knew nothing could be done right now to stop this show you put on before lunch, preventing "his" men from looking at you like lions looking at their prey.

You finished your milk, winking at him while licking your lips, as you went back into your room, changing yourself, ready to attack this beautiful day.

Since nothing was scheduled today, you decided to take on the tasks you were given one your first day : cleaning the house. Washing and scrubing was something you enjoyed a lot and with a boring day like this, it was the perfect activity to waste your time one.

As the hour passed, you were left all alone in the house, cleaning the dining room, while the others benefited from the great warmth outside, or so you thought.

Deeply focus into your work, you didn't heard Kappa's footsteps rapidly approaching, caging you with his chest on your back and his hands trapping yours on the table.

"You have 5 seconds to explain what happened this morning Sugar."

He asked calmly, with a bittersweet undertone.

"I don't know what you're talking about.."

You said innocently, but deep down, this moment was all you hoped for after what you have done earlier.

"Don't act fucking stupid with me. Is it because of last night? Are you now punishing me for telling you the truth sweety?"

You couldn't respond. His dark tone and his tall body towering behind you were making you unable to let any sound come out of your mouth.

"Let's see who's really getting punish in all of this."

You couldn't process what he had said before he forcefully slamed your upperbody on the table, pressing his hard on in your ass.

"W..wait Kappa.. We can t..talk!"

"Too late pretty face, you've reached my limit and now you have to pay for it."

His peaceful voice would have calmed everybody, but the situation made it bone chilling as the words reached your ears.

He cuffed both your hands behind your back with his right hand while he stripped you from your pants and underwear before doing the same with his.

You couldn't deny the excitement in that moment, but you could also feel the anxiety going up as you knew you were in for a rough one.

Against all odds, you felt Kappa's fingers carressing your wet folds, making you whimper.

"Already so wet for me.. Do you really think i believed you when you told me you didn't put that little show on purpose this morning?"

He landed a hard slap on your ass, obtaining a hiss from you, as he lower himself to your ears.

"You want me to show everybody who you belong to?"

You nodded weakly before he inserted himself harshly into you, with a low groan. You loudly cried out of pleasure, but also from pain, as a tear made his way on your cheek.

"Nhg... K..Kappa.."

You tried to tell him to go softer with you but his rapid thrusts could only make you moan.

"Yea, keep calling my name like that"

He grabbed your waist, bruising it with his grip, as if he was scared you were gonna try to escape, but you weren't. The pain you felt earlier was far gone and replaced by pure enjoyment created by Kappa's dick into you.

Both your moans filled the dining room, creating a perfect melody for anybody to hear, and by anybody you meant Theta, who was watching everything from the window, outside. You catched her staring as Kappa kept drilling into you and that's what pushed you to the edge: knowing his favorite girl was watching him gaining pleasure by you was enough to make you come.

Screaming his name, you gripped the table as hardly as you could, legs shaking from the things you were feeling.

"Is my girl already done?"

Kappa's didn't let you came down from your high as he grab you by the shoulders, forcing you to face him and kneel before him.

"Now finish me off"

You licked your lips, pumping his length with your hands before licking it from balls to tip, making him drop his head backwards. As precum started to leak, you take him whole into his mouth, adjusting to his size while your fingers found their way on his balls.

His hands firmly grabbed a chunk off your hair, as he guided your head, sucking him off just the way he liked it.

"F...fuck just like that.. Good girl.."

Tears were creeping from your eyes and spit dripping from your mouth, butyou could only focus on the ungodly sounds Kappa was producing, making you unable to not touch yourself as your clit was throbbing.

Both your paces increased as his breath fasten, signifying he was reaching his limits. Your moans vibrating on his dick, he released his load into your mouth while you came for a second time on your fingers.

Swallowing the milky concoction, Kappa helped you get on your feet, dressing him and you back as he placed small kisses on your body, telling you how good you did today.

You innocently smiled as you leaved the room to go wash yourself up in the bath before Theta blocked you in the hallway

"What do you think you're doing with MY man?"

"I mean, is he really yours if he wanted me so bad?"

Omg i am so sorry it took so long and it being so badly written. I had an idea, but it was done poorly! Hopefully at least one you appreciate it lol

#i ❤️ rory culkin #rory culkin x reader #rory culkin #culkin brothers #rory culkin smut #kappa x reader #kappa black mirror #kappa #black mirror #smut

[doctortwhohiddles]

I’m so glad that anon told you that you were wrong. I don’t know why you think zawe was in Atlanta with Tom. No one saw her. There was a picture when he took his dog to the vet (that he was VERY angry about) and there was a woman standing next to him who people claimed was zawe and it wasn’t. It was a lady in a mask not zawe. Also Richard E Grant told a story about having dinner at his apartment in Atlanta with Tom and the guy who played boastful Loki and never mentioned anyone else at the dinner. He actually said Tom made the dinner all by himself. Also she was filming two different things at the time (MML began filming in March 2021 in Ireland and The Handmaid’s Tale which films in Canada) and she was doing other things in the UK. He was filming The Essex Serpent from Feb 2021-June 2021 in Essex. You are fantasying about them being this happy couple when they’re no happier than anyone else. You need to chill because more than half of all celebrity couples break up. So if and when they split please take a breath.

You need to get over the fact that Zawe and Tom are engaged and parents of a baby boy. In case you forgot, travel during the early pandemic was a pain in the ass. Cumberbatch was with his elderly parents in New-Zealand and they stayed with him. So why couldn't Zawe have stayed with him? As for Richard, Zawe could have gone back to London at that time.

There's a logical explanation for all your claims other than "they don't really look happy". Nevermind the fact that there's no law against couples spending time apart. Just ask military spouses.

If you really were a fan of Tom, you'd be happy that he got the family he's always wanted. Instead, you're trying to convince yourself he's miserable. You can hope for a breakup all you want, Tom doesn't belong to you. He never has. Getting your hopes for nothing is not going to go well for you. Just look at the Cumberbatch septics. Their leader was chosen for an interview about fandom conspiracies. Do you really want to end up like her?

[treasureswordsgirl55]

Nice To Meet You, Baby

Pairing: Steven Grant x Fem!Reader x Marc Spector

Mentions: DID

Warnings ⚠️: Fluff. So fluff. Sexual Tension. The Boys and Reader are friends. First Meeting. Post!Moon Knight.

Author's Note: Hello everybody!

I'm posting this fic again 'cause I'm having troubles with my tumblr account and this fic doesn't appear in my main page So.... Here we go, again.

I'm here again with the fic that my beautiful cat Atlas (She) delete it from my laptop yesterday.

I re-write the best I could (and remember) and this is the result.

The Moon Boys deserves all the love in the universe. (And that "Baby" from Marc was enough for my heart ❤️)

I hope you like this one and thanks for all the reblogs, likes and comments. All of them are always appreciated! 💖💖

For last, welcome to my new followers and readers, enjoy the reading!

XOXO 😘 Noe!

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- Steven?

I hear the sound of running water from the kitchen and as soon as I get closer, I see that Steven is finishing rinsing the dishes we used for dinner.

When we finished dinner, we had a little fight about who should wash them, and as much as I wanted to impose on it, he won the verbal battle claiming that, this time, I was his guest. So I didn't have to do anything.

I watch him for a few seconds, enjoying the familiarity of his movements as well as his home state, where he is more relaxed and natural than usual and I hear him mutter under his breath about self-inflicted silence, self-control, the restraints on his bed and I have no doubt that he is talking to Marc, his other identity.

Steven had changed a lot since I last saw him, and accepting Marc as a vital part of him helped the process along. Although I don't know Marc, I guess he's similar to Steven, because they seem to complement each other very well and that suits him, who no longer seems like the man who seemed to be stalked by the devil to take him to his personal hell.

- Steven? - He turns quickly with the yellow cloth in his hand while he gives me a shy and warm smile - I didn't mean to....

- Sorry, I was talking to Marc.

I nod as I get close enough to lean against the book-strewn table that faces the small kitchen, watching Steven put the rag away in one of the cupboard drawers before turning his attention back to me.

- From the way you murmured, I assumed you didn't want me to listen... Does Marc not want me here?

I joke as Steven walks over to me with a cup of tea and hands it to me as I nod my thanks before taking a sip and keeping from letting out a groan.

English Breakfast before bed is heaven for me.

Steven shakes his head as he leans against the kitchen table, crossing his arms over his chest.

"How come I haven't met her before, Steven? After everything we've been through together, are you hiding things from me now?"

- Quite the contrary - He mutters somewhat distractedly while smiling at something that he only listens to - He really likes the idea that you're here... Just like me.

I nod as I pick up the cup and take another sip of tea, trying to make my action cover the blush that invades my cheeks at his words, but I see that I fail miserably when I see that he laughs.

- You've become more confident.

He walks over to my side with his mug and sits on the free edge of the table, where he pushes aside the books about Area 51 and the secret US projects that rest on it.

- Marc helps - he lets out a sigh and several of his curls fall on his forehead with the movement of his head - He's upset that he didn't know about you before.

He lets out a laugh that echoes around his apartment as he takes a sip of tea from his mug and frowns at it.

- Let me guess... Marc hates tea and you love it.

"Steven... I need to meet her. Someone who knows I hate tea without knowing me is worth it."

- So much notice?

- Too much For a moment you made a face as if you were disgusted by tea - We both smiled and I let myself go for the moment, seeing him relaxed, calm and relaxed, and I approached him, leaving the cup in my place on the table, Enough to corner him against the table and I watch him as if discovering a treasure just by looking at him. He's so beautiful that makes my heart ache and just looking at him made my day better. I am so in love with him that with these moments of mutual company I am satisfied. I take a deep breath and reach up until I rest it on his shoulder and stroke my fingertips down his neck, close to where I can feel his pulse faster - What... what are you doing?

"Let me meet her Steven, it will only be a moment. I won't bite her... unless she wants to, of course"

- Can he hear me? Will I ever be able to meet him?

Steven swallows hard but leans in when my fingers caress his chin and he lets out a sigh through his parted lips. I take a step closer, almost placing myself between his legs and try not to enjoy the closeness between us, but it becomes impossible when those moments seem too intimate to let them pass.

I feel my heart pounding against my chest and my breathing quickens until it's on par with Steven's, his eyes closed for a second and I imagine he's mine, mine to hold, to listen to him complain about Donna, to see it when I wake up in the morning and fall asleep at night, to enjoy it in ways I only imagine in the depths of my consciousness.

"Shit, let me in, Steven. If you don't make a move, I will."

- Yes Yes. He is always there. It's not that he has anything else to do, in fact, the only thing he does is annoy me - He opens his eyes and doesn't move away from my hand, but the flash of his gaze makes it darker and different from his sad look that usually accompanies him.

"Steven… I'll pretend not to hear that last part. Stop diverting your emotions and enjoy the her closeness. Move your hands up her body and caress her like she's doing with us… Tell her to come closer"

- He's listening to you - Steven's voice reaches my ears in the form of a whisper that makes a shiver run through my body while I feel his trembling hands rest on both sides of my waist - He wants you to come closer.

- Co.... Come closer? - Fear invades me for a moment and as if I had a thread attached to my back that pulls me, I take a step back fearing succumbing to Steven's closeness, to the warmth of his body that invites me to snuggle against him, to that scent to mint and shower gel that his body gives off that makes me addictive and the beating of my big love for him that clouds my good judgment for a few moments. I blink trying to clear my thoughts and take another step back, moving away from that line that I know that once I cross I won't be able to go back but one of his hands surrounds my wrist tightly stopping any movement on my part, and I feel his arm go by behind my waist and pins me in place preventing me from moving further away from him.

It takes me a moment to realize that those attitudes are not typical of Steven… Marc pulls me into his arms, leaving me standing completely between his legs and being locked in his arms, unable to pull me away. As soon as I look up from his chest, I meet those brown eyes wrapped in a more serious expression than usual, which sends a kind of chill down my spine, making me feel different, as if he wants our contact.

Or the contact of my body against his.

I raise my head a little since he is standing straighter and seems a few inches taller than Steven, but in his eyes there is not a hint of that insecurity and fun that Steven's eyes conveyed, but his gaze conveys security, confidence and a lot of, a lot of attraction.

I don't have to ask to know it's about Marc, but I still do.

- Marc?

He nods as he tightens his grip around my waist and pulls me even closer to him, to the point where I have to brace my hands against his chest to keep from falling onto him or ending up on his lap.

I close my eyes listening to his deep voice with a clear American accent, very different from Steven's characteristic British accent and I try not to make a fool of myself in our first meeting.

- Nice to meet you, baby.

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[sapphire-mage]

Glasgow Wonka Thoughts

I'll admit that I have been having moments of dismay as I look at fan art of the characters from the Glasgow Willy Wonka Experience thing. Cause a part of me keeps looking at it and going 'We're making fan art of characters made by AI... It's fucking over...'

But then I kinda thought about it for a while. And I saw people's takes. And I saw interviews with the actors playing the lady Oompa Loompa and The Unkown.

Like, we all saw this picture.

We all saw the jokes in the realm of 'drug addict Oompa Loompa' stuff. And it sucks, cause the actress didn't think this would lead to this hell. She was just doing a job.

But then other pictures of her started being posted.

And people started realizing: "Wait... She's TRYING to make this work. She's trying to do her job, and she's trying to make these people happy despite how awful everything is."

And there was a turn around on her. Suddenly, she's the saving grace of the entire thing. Suddenly, she's more of a poor woman who is trying her best to do her job so she can be paid by a bunch of weasels who thought they were making something amazing with just the bare minimum.

Meanwhile, the AI script used to make these characters creates the 'nonsense' character of 'The Unknown'.

Like, I'm well aware that Willy Wonka's story, in every version, is weird as hell. But why in god's name would the factory have a shadowy mask figure living in the walls. Why would Wonka be like, "Yeah, that's fine. They don't have to pay rent."

...But then you watch her performance as the Unknown, which she claims she built herself because the 'AI Script' barely gave her anything to work with.

Look at her.

She's giving Babadook.

She's giving Brahms from The Boy.

She's giving one of those N64 Zelda NPCs that would get on a list of 'nightmare fuel from when we were kids' lists.

No wonder the kids are crying during that clip. She's delivering 'a being known as The Unknown that has been living in the walls'. And it's pageantry!

And I can't help but smile, cause all this does is affirm a human truth:

AI Cannot Replace or Replicate True Human Creativity

It only can through the means of the capitalistic eye that sees art as profit and nothing more.

So yeah: Everyone is going to run in to make the same cheap jokes they can make, but then you also see great art being made in celebration of the effort these two put in. Especially in fandoms, right now.

And yeah, maybe these girls might milkshake duck themselves (the actor playing Wonka already did; he is apparently a groomer; yikes). But their performances already hit people.

Someone is already going to want to make a creature like The Unknown. Maybe they're a horror monster. Maybe they're sympathetic. That'll be different from person to person.

Somebody probably wants to already make a character like the Oompa Loompa: miserable and wants to go home, yet still trying so hard when the moments where she cares strikes. I can see so many comedies and slices of life from that.

And making good art out of inspiration is the best thing to take out of dumb things like this.

To be clear: The higher ups who used AI to make this dumpster fire won't learn a goddamn thing from this. Cause what's new with them.

But we got to get art from people who were trying to be creative and trying to be kind, and it's led to people making more art out of it. And we get to celebrate that new art. Which is the best damn thing!

...I'll get to making my art official soon, I swear...

#Willy Wonka Experience #I dunno: I've been thinking about this all week

[scintillyyy]

whelp. i did it. somehow. firefighter show is done.

margaret is a new favorite problematic redeemable mom. "wanna go shopping for flowers together? i'm not trying to overstep or imply you're doing bad, i just thought it'd be nice"

aw buck realized his worth. and subconscious mom and dad let him go. but not daniel! wait no it's buck. and buck's going back for himself. the whole i'm a firefighter thing was cheesy as hell tho!

you know who's op? albert's mom. love women who are too good for everyone around them.

frankly margaret is right to nag about the couch. but look at these parents!! trying so hard!! like. trying to finally be what buck hoped they would be? good for him.

ah eddie's couch. adorable. opening up to him, even better <3

eddie and buck on a poker date <3 looking sharp boys <3

okay clearly this sending chim back to academy is to have him recognize what a leader he is. but like. god cap would literally be one of the worst bosses in the world if he was real.

and then academy! clearly they're doing a burn tower. fun fact, there's no fire, just smoky barrels to mimic smoky conditions. it's apparently super miserable. anyways i don't know if la does academy all the time or something, but it's usually only done after the new hires come on. and it's only like. 6-12 weeks of job training?? idk. when they recommended my husband spend some days at academy to practice acting up after he did officer school he had to go on his off days from actual work because the city's not going to pay for him to mess around at academy when he's still got to do his current job. they're not paying someone overtime to fill in for him. the exception was when they had him do the week of officer school, but even then on days he had school and shift, he just returned to shift after he was done with class.

i have a review for you cap, you're an hr nightmare <3

ahahaha. maddie singing in the 911 call. christ, the cheese. and everyone clapped.

okay. how did cap get he an extension on her state licensing requirements c'mon. that has nothing to do with the lafd aside from the fact that they probably provide the cont ed required to maintain. when it's due for renewal and if it gets renewed is entirely up to the state (or should be. idk about california i guess).

you know this whole eddie needs to not be set in his ways and get out of his comfort zone? (he needs to confess to buck. wait what who said that.)

ah, the taxes thing. i mean i like the story thay they're gonna get married (chim and maddie) but the taxes thing is just a little silly. like jee is two? and since taxes are done for the previous years 1) they may have already had to do taxes with consideration of jee and living together and 2) we're talking about potentially doing taxes for the year that maddie was gone. so there should be no way that she would he like "i'm gonna claim jee on mine". that whole being gone for majority of it would be a big long conversation. i feel like maddie and chim would probably have had these discussions already.

i do like hen bringing up the whole maddie leaving thing tho. while i want her and chim to be happy, hen does make excellent points about that and their relationship and his indecision in general.

but she is being unfair about maddie having ppd and not trusting chim. because those aren't necessarily connected. women with ppd. listen there's so much shame involved, especially with the ones you love the most. how do you admit to your husband some of the things that ppd might make you feel about your child? depression itself is irrational, but with ppd there's also a real fear that if you admit to some of those things, you will lose your child. but overall it was a good discussion between them.

of course the ring was with jee lol.

and hen and maddie had a good talk. and maddie's proposing aw.

listen i haven't said much about these buck and eddie lovelines, but all in all its generally inoffensive to me but i'm not super feeling it. definitely rushed tho. and buck's new love interest is very underwritten and such a non-presence that i don't even remember her name.

and listen. i like the sperm donor storyline but i also hate when shows lean in on "haha pregnant lady so she comes in and starts eating spaghetti cause she's hungry and makes buck go out just to buy her pickles". cravings and hunger are there, but they're generally pretty reasonable.

buck taking charge in the bridge collapse. how much he's grown.

once again the world's fastest premature baby with the world's biggest premature baby. good for buck giving the baby to the mom. that's growth.

look at everyone settling down. you can tell this was meant to be a maybe we're not getting renewed thing lol

anyways good for them. the show is just as ridiculous as i remembered and then some, but i didn't hate it. just needs more union. :)

#some firefighter bullshit

[mundrakan]

Prompt: Kiss

@wolfstarmicrofic - 294 words (this got a little out of hand)

“Lily?” Remus very awkwardly lingered at the very edge of the room.

She looked up with a smile that only slightly withered when she noticed, how miserable he looked. “What is it?”

“Before you got together with James... did you ever do this stuff, like... imagine how it would feel to kiss? Or...” He broke off, his eyes on the floor and a blush high on his cheeks.

“I really wasn't into him, then.” She shied away from the obvious next question, jumped ahead instead. “It's someone I know?”

Remus nodded, not looking up.

“Someone I might... find objectionable?”

Another nod.

“It's not Sev, is it?”

Remus huffed a dismissive snort. “How do you even know it's a boy?”

Lily didn't even start to comment. “What do you want from me then? Absolution? Damnation?”

“How... does one end that?” Remus sought her eyes now, his puppy eyes at their best. “He... doesn't even care for me, he...”

Lily hugged Remus. “I don't think we get a choice in that. And maybe heartbreak is contagious too.”

Now she had his attention, as he raised his head from her shoulder. “How so?”

“Well, basically I have time for you just now, because that arse Sirius hogs James' attention, crying about his miserable love-life. As if he had any reason to. I mean... he ended it with Marlene, didn't he?”

“He... ended that?” Remus' eyes lit in new fire.

“That's what I said. And now he's with James, constantly whining, she 'won't even let him into the Shrieking Shack.' Strange notions of romance, he has.”

“Yeah...” Remus nodded slowly. “You sure it's a love matter?”

Lily gave a shrug, confused by Remus' reaction. “That's what James claims.”

#wolfstar microfic

[panzershrike-pretz]

HIIIIIII PRETZ! which of your ocs would fit "the tradition" by halsey? really interested to see who...

HEY BLUUUUUU, SO SORRY I TOOK SO LONG- O had to get in the mood for new music and finally inspiration struck. SO

First of all, this somg is fucking amazing?? Why did I take so long to actually listen to it??

Anyway this turned out longe than i expected so to the depts of the "read more" it goes

Going off of voice alone, I could very well see this as a voice claim for Juni- but the song doesn't fit her. It actually made me think of Emma!

I'm still working on her sheet, but in short, before Emma ended up with her current family she did have some troubles in her past; with her biological family, former relationships and life in general.

"Oh, the loneliest girl in town is bought for pennies of prize

We dress her up in lovely gowns, she's easy on the eyes

Her soul is black and it's a fact that a sneer will eat you alive

And the buyer always brings her back because all she does is cry"

Right off the bat I knew this song would fit her. Emma was born to a wealthy family around the 1900's, all of which were magic - except for her, so she always felt that loneliness. She dressed up pretty, to be shown off by her dad, but at the end of the day she was very very miserable. She felt like the main attraction of a circus whenever her dad would show her off-

She grew out of it tho, and so did her powers as they developed! (By almost burning her half brother alive by accident but oh well. Sometimes tou gotta blow up un flames at the dinner table) and then she became more confident in herself and her ideals.

"So take what you want, take what you can

Take what you please, don't give a damn

Ask for forgiveness, never permission

Take what you want, take what you can

Take what you please, don't give a damn

It's in the blood and this is tradition"

^ the last line makes me think of her magical-pureblood lineage, and how she was seen as lesser because she didn't have powers for so long.

Ok, funny thing is. Emma was a thief for much of her life after she ran away from home (away from that family). She lived in the slums of France for a couple years as she took upon herself to try and get a chance to get away from Europe (her plans were to travel to Brazil, so she could study the magical plants found there; she was on her way to be a Magical-herbologist)

... But as First World War happened she saw herself having to deal with it and her plans were cut short. She decided to enlist as a nurse ans so she did, until she found herself falling head over heals for this stupid haunted soldier man who needs a name but i'm a lazy shit :> (and they were hunted down by the Creatures of Shadows until they were found and rescued by Miss Seagull but that's besides the point)

"You can take it back, it's good as gone

Well, flesh amnesiac, this is your song

And I hope what's left will last all summer long

And they said that boys were boys, but they were wrong"

From my interpretation of this bit, I can connect it with her brief (?) relationship with The Guy (nameless bitch), as in- she was so so in love and he. Fucked Off one day,,, left my baby there to feel sad and alone again (yeah she had the other peculiar children with her but It Wasn't The Same).

She was stuck there on a Time Loop for all of about 80(?) years. 80 years of everyday being the same summer day, unable to move on from her love until the loop colapsed and they were forced to flee- and her mind came crumbling down on her because while she was stuck, he mooved the fuck on and grew old and fucking died (this bit here was inspired by MPHFPC, so yeah,,,)

Anyway she's still a thief :3 but now she gets paid to do it :3

Here is my analysis of the song + character- i'd say it fits only past Emma, as she's now over it (fucking finally-), but its still Emma nonetheless

Here, have this doodle of Emma Crying Over A Man and Ottilie being so done

Ottilie the Olorotitan is the official psychologist. She can't take it anymore-

#this is too much #i love this song a lot KSKEKWK #pretz ask #pretz oc #🥨🪶 #THANK YOU FOR THE ASK BLUUUUU!! #idk if any of this makes sense but Oh Well

[kiwikiwiandkiwi]

Hi! Fairly new larrie here. Can I ask why you don’t like Olivia Wilde? It makes sense for the relationship to be for publicity, in which case I assume they are both getting what they want out of the deal? I was wondering if I missed something

Oh boy, you must be really, really new here.

For starters, it's hard to like someone who is actively helping closet a person, you know?

I think this stunt was a hard blow to a lot of us. When DWD was announced, everybody was thrilled, I was over the moon, Harry was going to act again, this time in a thriller directed by a woman with an incredible cast, so people were happy. Then came the news that Olivia and Jason had split up (and I even remember seeing people joking that they'd put Harry and Olivia together after that) and yet, even after so many signs (that so many of us failed to notice) that this stunt was happening, it still caught us by by surprise. And thus started the worst stunt Harry has ever been a part of.

People were angry and disappointed the minute the first pics of them came out. It was a pandemic and they were in a wedding, she's older than him, she was in a position of power over him, it looked like he did an under the table deal for the role (Harry hadn't been in any film other than Dunkirk back then), not to mention Harry had been moving further and further away from his het and womanizer image, especially with the Vogue cover where he was in a dress and also with the TPWK mv. So, yeah, no one was happy with it.

And since the beginning nobody believed in this "relationship", not even his het fans (with exceptions, of course, but still). Their teams tried to sell this stunt with pap walk after pap walk, and when people started calling out how fake it looked (and also because it was in the middle of a pandemic) they toned down with those, and the ~~organic sightings~~ started. And a pattern also begun. Fans would say Harry and Olivia were always far from each other, then there would be a new set of pics where Harry had his arms around her, or that Harry looked miserable with her, and in the next pic he was smiling (looking miserable still), and so on. And this was happening all the time! If Harry having a beard wasn't annoying enough, they were throwing this stunt down our throats all the fucking time, and almost two years later (!!!) we are still having to deal with this, they won’t let us take a breath. She's in almost every show he has, in between the shows now it's almost certain we are gonna get ~~blurry~~ pictures of them walking around on the most public places they can find (but HEY, they are a private couple, please respect that). And let's not forget that Harry knows how to go MIA.

And all this is happening because of DWD. It's promo. Olivia made a huge deal with Warner (can't find the post right now, sorry) and she's doing everything she can to promote this movie - except for believing in her own talent and ability as a professional director. She has been relying on Harry’s womanizer image and on his fans by making them believe they get to watch him having sex and going down on a woman in theaters. That's literally how she has been selling this movie. You can see by the way the other actors don't talk or post much about it. Because Olivia made it all about her and Harry. And I get it. I too would be upset if something I worked hard on was reduced to that. Even Florence is speaking out about it now (the Harry x Olivia x Florence dynamic is a whole other thing that just goes to show how bad this whole thing has been).

And there's also the whole fiasco between Olivia and Jason dragging their kids into this already messy mess. And also the fact that Olivia is a bad person in general (should've answered with just that instead of making a huge ass post about it lol), calling herself a feminist, but doing the exact opposite of what a feminist does, claiming to be an ally which LOL she's literally helping closet Harry, and she also compared her directional debut as her coming out of the closet, etc, etc... She wants to sell an image of her being cool, a mom almost in her 40s that doesn't let that define her, after all she’s dating a rock star!! She’s having fun! Fuck society for saying older women can’t have that!! And well, I’m all for that… but the truth is that it just comes across as embarrassing and desperate.

So yeah, I guess this sums up a little bit. Of course Harry is not free of charges here (this is an interesting post about it), even though we can't know why he agreed to this whole thing, we have to accept that he did agree to be a part of it somehow. All I know is that Harry's goals are very different then hers (and he has proven to be a good person over and over again). This is going to be just another stunt in Harry's pocket but for Olivia... I'm not saying she's going to be unsuccessful, but she needs this movie to do well, which even though the whole story and script looks messy and all bad in general, the movie still might be a comercial success, and that is her goal at the end of the day. But she won't always have Harry to carry her name around. And as far as I'm aware, she hasn't done anything since DWD and doesn't even have any other project on her near future. Right now, she only has DWD to promote and the way she finds to promote is.... by going to another concert. LOL. She's literally only relying on Harry.

What a wasted opportunity, huh? She had all the elements to have a huge successful movie and yet... She chose the easy way out. Using a big name like Harry to get attention to the movie, making sure to link herself to that big name and making everything about her... But I guess that's what being greedy and self-centered does to you.

#asks #holivia #dwd promo #olivia wilde #i feel like there's so much more to be said lol

[moxleys-darlin]

Hush Child, Lay Your Worries Off The Side

Pairing: Grace McMahon & Wheeler Yuta, Jon Moxley/Grace McMahon/Claudio Castagnoli

Summary: Sometimes a Mama's love is all the medicine you need.

Disclaimer: I don't claim anything but the idea; characters (unfortunately) aren't mine except for Grace, she's my baby.

For @booboo-eyedbambi from when he was sick like a month ago 😂 oops my bad but have some Grace to make it up to you 😘

I found a lot of prompts and am slowly getting back to writing after some bad writing block, SO! prompts I used:

Let me be a mom for a second and tuck you in.

Grace is reading on the couch when she hears the door open, not even looking up from the page. “Hey guys, you’re home early.” She calls, waiting for the regular kisses to her head but looks up to see a miserable looking Yuta instead. “Oh no, what happened?” She asks softly, putting her bookmark in the book and setting it aside to stand and go to him.  “William sent me home because I threw up.” He grumbles. “Didn’t need to be sent home, I was fine.” She smiles softly but checks his forehead with the back of her hand. “Oh Yoots, you are burnin’ up.” She grimaces. “C’mon, let’s get you layin’ down and restin’.”  “But-.” “Don’t argue, let’s go.” Grace smiles, helping him to their couch and sitting him down. “Lay here and I’ll get you some Tylenol and a cool rag.” She leaves him to head to the kitchen and returns with a glass of water, two Tylenol, and a wet rag. “Take these, that’s a good boy.” She chuckles at the blush on his cheeks but ignores it so he isn’t embarrassed and lays him down after, covering his forehead with the folded-up rag and him with a blanket.  “You don’t have to do this Gracie.” Yuta says softly.  “Sh, let me be a mom for a second and tuck you in.” Grace smiles, trying to run her fingers through his hair without dislodging the rag. “Stop fightin’ it Yoots and get some rest, I’ll be here if you need anything.” She watches him drift off and his body relax. 

*

Grace hears the door open again later and watches Mox and Claudio come into the living room. She puts a finger over her mouth before looking down at a sleeping Yuta in her lap, having shifted about an hour ago. “Hola mis amores.” She whispers, petting through Yuta’s sweaty hair.

“Hey, how’s the kid doin’?” Mox asks softly so he doesn’t wake Yuta up. “He didn’t want to leave trainin’ but the old man made him.” He chuckles.  “He thought Bryan would say something, but he’s just worried about him.” Claudio adds. 

Grace nods. “He told me he didn’t want to leave but William made him, so I gave him some Tylenol for the fever and made him sleep which he’s only woken up once to move to my lap. Had to switch to the Kindle so I didn’t have to move to get a new book.” She laughs. 

“Want me to take him to the guest room?” Mox offers. Grace shakes her head. “No, let me be a mom.” She smiles softly, running her fingers through his hair again. 

Title is from Into My Mother’s Arms by Kaleo

I hope you enjoy @booboo-eyedbambi, I know how much you love Grace and Yuta's relationship so I hope you love it a lot 🥰😘

I hope everyone else loves it too! Much love! 🥰😍😘

#mox/oc/claudio #claudio/mox/grace #yuta&grace #jon moxley #claudio castagnoli #blackpool combat club #wheeler yuta

[sergeant-spoons]

Éva/Nix!

This will be fun for sure🤩

Boy oh boy did I take WAY too long to write this request. 😅 Thanks so much for sending this in, my dear! I hope you like the fic. @50svibes.

Note: This is non-canonical to the larger fic of Le Défi des Français.

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I Know

Éva didn't like Haguenau. The whole place was far too grey and grim, and the skies never seemed to lose their clouds, just dark enough to menace snow or rain but never delivering on that threat. She stayed inside most of the time, working with Lewis and Dick all day, every day, just as it had been for the last eight months. She missed summertime. February was, in Éva's opinion, the worst month of the year. There was nothing pleasant about a month full of slushy snow, freezing temperatures, and the strange perpetual dampness of the outdoors. She considered it telling that the shortest month of the year always felt like the longest. February in Haguenau was a combination she liked even less.

At least today, there was a new face to distract her from the miserable weather.

"Captain Delafose, ma'am-" The newcomer snapped into a smart salute, standing stiffly at attention. "-Lieutenant Jones, reporting for duty."

Éva glanced him up and down, then waved the hand that balanced a well-diminished pencil between two fingers.

"At ease, Lieutenant."

He relaxed his arm but not the rest of him, and when Éva looked up again, she found him staring at her as if at a loss for what to do now. She forced a smile and rose from the couch and coffee table she'd claimed as her makeshift desk, offering her hand to shake. The lieutenant accepted the gesture and she noticed the ring on his hand.

"West Point, huh?"

"Oh. Yes, ma'am."

"When did you graduate?"

"June 6th, ma'am."

Éva blinked. "D-Day?"

"Yes, ma'am."

She laughed softly. "Isn't that something?"

He gave her a peculiar look. "Yes, ma'am."

"What?" She squinted briefly at him. "Am I not the first person who's said something like that to you?"

"No, ma'am," he admitted. "Captain Nixon found the date... amusing."

"Ah." Éva nodded, smiling more to herself than to Lt. Jones. "He and I have a similar humor."

"I can see that, ma'am." The lieutenant's face reddened. "That is, ma'am, I don't mean to-"

"No offense taken," she waved him off. "Nixon and I are friends."

"Friends, ma'am?"

She shot him a look and he withdrew.

"Yes," she affirmed, "friends."

"Right. Sorry, ma'am."

She gestured for him to sit down in the rocking chair beside her coffee table desk, and he did so. Éva settled on the couch and leaned over the map on the table, showing the lieutenant the ins and outs of the town. She went over what positions the 506th currently held, where the Germans were holed up, and what points he ought to avoid in the streets when a shelling began. Just as she was pointing out the location of the same building they currently sat in, Lewis came into the room. He saw the lieutenant sitting in the rocking chair and his brow creased into a frown. Éva looked up and spotted him marching over, and she tilted her head at him. He did not speak to her and went immediately to Jones.

"Lieutenant."

Jones hopped to his feet, racing to stand properly at attention. "Sir."

"At ease," Éva insisted, shooting Lewis a curious look.

"Lieutenant, I have matters to discuss with the captain."

"Yes, sir."

Jones backed up and stood in the corner, his hands clasped behind his back, still standing half at attention. Éva thought he was just fine there, but Lewis seemed almost insulted.

"You are dismissed."

"Ah." Jones shot a fleeting look at Éva. "Yes, sir."

He scampered out of the room, and as soon as he was gone, Éva turned on Lewis just in time to catch him wiping a smirk off his lips. He dropped into the rocking chair, fumbling to find a cigarette in one of his many pockets. Éva crossed her arms. 

"This again? Really, Lewis?

"What?"

She gave him a skeptical look. He gave up on his search for the smokes and sighed.

"I didn't like the way he was looking at you," he admitted.

Éva frowned so thoroughly that Lewis grimaced, almost apologetic.

"You-" She turned an accusatory finger on him. "-don't get to be jealous."

"Jealous!" He tried to look incredulous, but the guilt was written all over his face. "I'm not-"

"Lewis, you are absurd!" Éva threw up her arms so fiercely she felt something near her elbow pop. "I spend more than two minutes with another man and you appear like some malevolent genie! I-"

"Éva- Éva!"

"What?!"

Lewis took a deep, slow breath that Éva almost didn't have the patience for.

"You know, you have a fantastic vocabulary. I've always liked that about you."

She positively gaped at him. "What?"

"'Malevolent genie'? I've been called many things, but-"

"No," she scolded, "you are not redirecting this conversation, not again." 

She stepped around him when he tried to turn away, grabbing his arms despite knowing it would only bring them closer. He stopped and stared at her, and when she spoke again, her voice was laced with impatient hurt.

"Lew, I am fed up with-"

His lips on hers muffled her latest admonishment, and she returned the kiss just as hotly as he gave it. Her hands shot up his arms to around the back of his head, tangling in his hair, as he clung to her, his arms around her back steadying and sinking them at the same time.

"No- no!" Éva tried meekly to break away. "You can't just- You can't chase off that poor boy like that and expect me to-" She gestured helplessly. "Lewis!"

"Oh, don't make me," he pleaded, leaning in again.

"Oh, I will.”

Éva cupped her hands against his chin and kept his searing kiss painfully far from her lips.

"If you're so fond of my words, Lewis, then you'd better take stock of your own. Starting now."

He continued to hesitate, fear seeping into his gaze, but Éva would not give him the benefit of sympathy.

"Pour l'amour de Dieu, Lew, start talking!"

"Fine- fine! I'll talk. But first..."

He drew her into an embrace, more like a hug than anything, and despite her earlier admonishments, she leaned into him. He held her a bit closer, and she didn't stop him, feeling every wrinkle of fabric beneath his warm, wanting hands across her back. She breathed in the cologne he'd picked up during their short stay in Rachamp, wondering if he knew how nice he smelled. A part of her hated herself for not moving, for noticing the cologne, for the weakness that possessed her to keep her gaze locked on his. No, not weakness. Love was not weak. Reassured, she let her frown soften, and as he took a deep breath, his tied-up tongue finally seemed to untangle.

"You want the truth? Here's the truth..." 

He took a deep breath.

"I can't stand the thought of you with anyone else."

He tipped his head towards the ceiling for a moment, and Éva suspected he would have run his hands agitatedly through his hair had he not been intent on keeping her in his arms.

"There: that's what it is. And now you know. You know that I- I need you." 

The desperation in his eyes shattered the strength of Éva's breath.

"I need you."

He tried to kiss her again, and the motion was so swift that she instinctively ducked aside. Before he could repent, she all but launched her lips upon his. He hit the wall behind him. She would have murmured an apology into his mouth had she not been so focused on the feeling of his hands and his chest and his lips setting her nerves alight with fire. Her hands tangled in his hair. His exhalation against her lips was shaky. Lewis seemed a man in reverence, embracing what he'd ached to have for longer than she knew. His kiss marked her neck, more neatly than she'd expected, and when he pushed aside the hem of her shirt to nip at her shoulder, she sighed and clung closer to him.

"J'ai besoin de vous," she mumbled, "j'ai besoin que tu restes."

Lewis stopped and raised his head. She drank in those dark eyes of his as if it was the first and last time she would ever see them. He looked like an old fear had finally been resolved, and he stood stronger than he had in months.

"Of course, I'll stay," he whispered.

Sometimes she forgot how much French he actually knew.

"Why?"

"Because I..." 

He kissed her cheek, then leaned toward her ear and whispered:

"I love you."

As he leaned back, studying her expression, Éva's heart fluttered. She squinted falteringly at him. "Really?"

He pulled her into a hug, and she quickly melted into him. His nose brushed the side of her neck, and she could feel his breath on her collarbone. He simply wanted to hold her. To keep her near. Perhaps he really did need her, the way lovers do. The idea brought tears to her eyes, and that was startling enough for her to take his face in her hands and press a soft, slow kiss to his lips. He was smiling when they broke apart, and she felt the corners of her own mouth start turning up to match.

"You'd better stay."

He laughed softly, bringing her hand up to his lips to kiss. 

"You know I will."

Éva tucked herself into his embrace, fitting her head neatly into the crook between his neck and shoulder. He kissed the side of her head. She smiled.

"Oui—I know."

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#éva delafose #a very overdue one shot #sorry for the delay #band of brothers #lewis nixon #band of brothers one shot #band of brothers fanfiction #hbo war show #hbo war show one shot #hbo war show fanfiction #le défi des français #gif ask #band of brothers oc #hbo war show oc #50svibes

[larcher0001]

Control Z Season 3, Episode 4 Characters

My character opinions so far:

Sophia. I don't claim her.

She got back together with the guy who KIDNAPPED her and she knew.

She is playing both Javier and Raúl.

Javier is my golden boi and I don't care what he does I will still like him. I mean he already killed two people. It can't get any worse from here.

When he was in the hospital he must of got brain damage because Season 1 Javi and Season 2 Javi were not the same person.

Also, let Sofia go because Javi doesn't trust her. I DEFINITELY don't trust her dude.

He said don't say anything drastic, don't mess up, when talking to Claudia. Then she proceeds to mess it up. From Season ONE Javier has been better at talking to girls. Sofia is to blunt.

I don't trust Javi's driving tho. Season 1 man. He STILL driving his sister's(?) car.

Raúl is still on my good side.

I know Season 1 happened. Bad stuff just keeps happening to him tho and since he's miserable I like him.

But he gotta let Sofia go man. It's been sad for 3 seasons now.

Natalia is still the same character she's always been.

Still don't like her but at least she's still her. She just doesn't deserve Javier. No one does.

Also she gonna act like Javi was in the wrong. [Cough, you slept with his dad, and you knew it was his dad, cough cough]

Can I mention that Sophia and Natalia have the same type? I find that funny.

Maria is not dead

Stop playing. She's not just gonna die off screen. That's lame. No way Control Z gonna be that lame.

I like her btw. She's just a little boring to me.

Pablo is not my cup of tea.

He picks a girl and makes that his entire storyline. Literally. Get a life. Learn a skill.

He's so boring on his own.

Rosita makes me roll my eyes.

I liked her season 1, girlboss. Season 2, her plotline was just for laughs. I did not find it funny.

Season 3. Her plotline, I just don't care. I never wanted them together because she never cared as much as him dude.

Gerry!!! I love him. He deserves the world.

He's grown as a character so much.

But we finna pretend he didn't kiss Raúl and Raúl has been stuck on him ever since.

Season 2, Ep 1, on Raúl's BIRTHDAY! (Birthdays are very important to me) 'Gerry no, don't go. You know it was me. Gerry please man.' Then at the hotel(?) they were waiting at the front desk and Raúl looked at Gerry and Gerry smiled. I screamed. That gave me so much joy.

They won't do it but Raúl/Gerry.

Alex. They ruined her.

Season 2 Alex never existed. That wasn't Alex. That's someone else wearing Alex's skin. I've already talked about this.

Also the student-teacher thing, I don't support and let's leave it at that.

Still want the best for Alex. If I can support Raúl and Javier, I can support Alex.

Bruno's back!!!

I love him. He's charismatic.

I cried when he wasn't in season 2. Glad he's back.

Sofia black mailing Bruno. No go. Not vibing.

Claudia is okay.

I don't like we created a whole new character to fulfill Isa's role to a degree but I'm glad they're their own person now.

Student-teacher thing... Stop. Ew.

I want Claudia/Maria but it don't look like it going that way.

#control z #Sophia is not my friend #pablo get a hobbie!!! #Rosita ony last nerve #Rosita is just a plot device at this point

[scentedchildnacho]

He thought a shelter would help homeless women so I said nothing from the other America will help the other America

Truth is if shelter Maams know a man battered and used a woman she is likely to view a male as a superior and view it as her title right to beat batter and use the woman also

Not everyone under.....indigenous intelligence can be a humane gracious hospitable person those people find out a human is an animal to ancient civilization and they cannibalize it

Its German quick and dirty studies and if they want to know quick who was good or not indigenous information really freaks some people out

They don't ever learn don't ever police poverty.....don't ever find poverty a police matter.....and when laws are very strict you expect those respects you give those to others otherwise a real nasty bitch will go use jails just to burn people's eyes to know what causes blindness so it's you creepy freak

You your people ever given anything and there's blindness

The usual propaganda of people can just go steal a homeless person out of their life and view it as cheap rent and cheap food and cheap truth is people market abused less then hygienic people because it maintains everything cheaply

And cheap and they want cheap drug recovery gross

That and religious people need a reason to turn away from a problem and a shelter helps them.....find poverty just character flawed homosexuals and I'm not a homosexual and I don't want a group of queer smoke bitch stalking me to tell me I live like them they don't know me they don't care about me their just mean military smoke queers often

Truth is homosexuals are still a minority in the states most people have to live miserable in the closet lives before asked if they know what homo genetics is and if they want to make those metropole decisions

Shelters treat everyone the same then they wonder why it freaks or it psychotics or it drugs or it miseries you treated free citizens all the same and they then have to cope

Its not cheap to have British things and monks have to like figure out practice all the time then live like vegans to start having intelligent things instead of easy and cheap

That's how I view homelessness if their willing to bunk and network they could go to any number of situations to live how they prefer instead of having creepy recovered addicts that just want to use and abuse them

So your a drunk you could go to new York and help Them bartend no one told you your obligated to extend your life more then you want to

Shelters are just blitz threats

The nation called homeless women a stupid bitch and it all has claims of intelligent marriage kill the bitch not everyone likes indigenous information or wants to be retarded the way white people naturally love and want retardation

It thinks it's worthy of intelligent marriage with a kill the bitch attitude

What I hear you saying is people weren't white to you and where are the white people and white he wants white charm white care white humor where are the white people at and many cultures here are not as passively good humored with guns around them the way guns cause white people to be more sympathetic

Guns don't relax and calm and forgive the way white people like them

I like feeling that way because those technologies also produced rifles other people it really freaks em out they had to feel and they just shoot and

Because he wants cheap rent and simple jobs and savings and less emigration and just stow the poor away in poor compounds....white white white when will people finally be a Blondie dealer when will Blondie finally deal some drugs

Yea when I have to think about having a little white boy baby I can't do it to white men I don't like drugs to them it is really sad when they get mean and fought sometimes

And he wants his sixteen dollar Denny's....

Its rent he will have to deal some cocaine

If it's homeless women you have to Linda Lovelace it she would present evidence of guns and this judge kept going at her to tell her she wanted it and she has to

I show judges these people in these creepy sprawl areas threaten to beat my face in and this judge keeps calling me Betty Sylvia Bethesda and keeps selling me to these creepy house people that want to beat me up to death

They have little porn names for us and claim we want it and do things we don't do and deserve it and they teach school kids to hate us

He had too disparaging a view of white men he claimed they just won't pay rental fees to old ladies....and he would go fight with them about a felonnie gang mother's money.....I didn't say it but that's not at all intelligent there are whole organizational theories to conduct and everyone does that if they can

If people can survive under kick it out it only wants rental money people don't pay rent....

Its white men they don't really compensate people normally if your loyal and try to love them they have ways of being good if you want their wallet their like anyone

All men are The Man that's indigenous men also if you show them you care and you want to respect things they do their much nicer if financials are gone

That's black men also if you show them you do care that their things and prestige may arrive they are like nice and soft hearted if you show you will be a little money and drugs their also very dismissive and get around to it

That and white people suprise me that way they know everybody and it was that old lady and she tried to make them give it to her instead of back into established commander unions.....my grandmother did okay because money went back into governance I give this because it's given back

You give part of your pay back to your brothers at arms too Man and if women aren't apart of that you don't give either

I told him about rent that he has to buy it tempers are horrible here and it's a constant brutal nightmare till people are asked to improve things they own till use it and leave it stops.....their things aren't sea shells and they try to live on their trash

He said he found a very dishevelled black man passing by a mental so I said no.....only the secrets of Self torture do things to cause people to be mean and volatile mentality and drug use actually mellows people out.....only jail does that he was criminalized and people don't get involved

People put him jail and now he gets to act out at people

Now when men just don't have repaired shoes the police lieutenant called him a shooter not a mental and he like others probably lives his punishment voluntarily

People raped me in a jail for several days twice in my life and after I am just wrong to society also when society stays with its loved ones and doesn't bother me with unnecessary communality I'm fine with society if society stalks me with a lot of gay needs job or it and that's your problem I'm wrong and passively resist till it leaves me alone....

If society finally passes baby around and the lady gives me a little girl or boy.......to play with and take interest in then I conserve society if it's fuck Poe lease creep that acts like the Michael brown shooting I'm just as selfishly oblivious and wrong to it as it is to me

If it's Ferguson society wouldn't get out of my way or my face

That seven eleven the staff steals stuff so don't think you have any water rights or a Berkowitz will shoot you.....

That seven eleven the staff will try to have you shot

God we have found out has to monitor religious ideas all the time or there can be very horrifying smells that come from the bamboo rows like people who satanically murder unknown species of cow

I probably should have a better attitude about people wanting to job and I do the least possible and then it gets investigated that my spine is dislocated because as homeless I was really abused and beat up sometimes

I'm kind of irate and strange for people right away because it's just oh great yet another out of my pocket to die of and their having a fine housed day

Turpin family.....I'm strange for people and they wouldn't know what shelter police had owned me like

So that would be cop calls those men maybe white I don't know wouldn't stop going around homeless people and telling people their druggy lynch mobs so they can claim it's about sleeping or not but quite frankly if those people won't stop threatening to batter and torture street chicks then

Well they would call homeless children their kid property so it's I will serve another tour of bait duty for job to think she doesn't have to trade spaces with me and do her part

Young people have to finally want to be homeless and do tours of bait duty for me.....or my negro brother must also be permanently in the Ukraine for all they must be given

Give me back my negro brother so something as ghastly as I or zoo may go home

In fact if it's jobs I'm so wrong it's just is this somewhere I can just expect one of the maidens to just grab me something to eat......

Are those cared for slaves can they just grab me something

[i-am-literally-deranged]

Again, I don't care to write numbers but here are your questions for the ask game ~

What’s a bad habit you picked up this year?

What’s something new about your place of residence (room, home, or general location) now vs the start of the year?

Did you create any characters (in games, art, or writing) this year? Describe one

Ennnnnioy~~

Oh man, the home thing is a pretty big one! My living situation has been pretty goofy for a while, but earlier this year I moved back in with my mom, and it's actually surprisingly been really good. Since I've come back, our relationship has been improving a lot. We've been getting along better than we have since I was little, and I'm really grateful that I've had the opportunity to live with her again and for that to be a positive experience.

This bad habit isn't exactly a new one, but an old one that I overcame and then it came back with a vengeance this year. Randomly ghosting people. I sometimes find myself sort of immobilized when it comes to replying to people, and I'd put some real effort into getting over it and message people anyway. But man this last year I have absolutely been slipping. I don't think I've initiated a conversation with, like, anyone at all. I reply, sometimes. I've been TERRIBLE about just dropping off the face of planet earth periodically because I had one too many things on my mind and lost patience for any and all human interaction. I do feel bad about it at least.

Also the SHEER EXCITEMENT OF GETTING ASKED ABOUT CHARACTERS OH BOY!!

While I've mostly worked on continuing older projects this year featuring older characters, I DID write a short story featuring some new faces this year!

It follows Evan Juliet, a seer, and the demon that has taken up residence in his home.

Jin, a gambling demon, was doing pretty well for himself in the soul collecting game. Maybe a little too well, for an independent operator who didn't care too much for the intricacies of demonic hierarchies. His success caught the eye of a demon king, not something you ever want to do, and in a single night's confrontation with them was stripped of almost all of his power. In desperate need of a place to crash, and a soul to steal, Jin was ready to try just about anything.

Evan had never done anything well for himself in his entire short, miserable life. He was the sort of perfectly mediocre that was destined to fall through the cracks from day one. When his father died, he inherited just enough money to not be poor enough for benefits, but not nearly enough to be comfortable, along with a house that was haunted in more ways than one. Most of that mediocrity was a direct product of the terrible, terrible fear that governed his existence. You see, Evan was gifted with the curse of seeing that which ordinary humans do not. Haunted all his life by visions of spirits, and terrified to do anything that might catch their attention, he hid away and did as little of any note as possible.

He was mostly successful in avoiding the notice of any of the incorporeal beasts that stalked in the corners of his vision, until he found his house had been broken into. When he goes to accept his fate, no doubt dying at the hands of burglars, two things are realized simultaneously. Jin realizes that this boy can see him, and Evan realizes that his house was never broken into at all.

From here, they strike a deal. Jin will teach Evan everything he needs to know to not only keep himself safe from the spirits that have tormented him since he was small, but how to hunt them and profit off of it too. In exchange, anything that Evan hunts is given to Jin to claim its soul and slowly rebuild his power.

The short story, or more collection of short stories, is a sort of odd couple buddy cop thing where the two of them hunt ghosts and such together. Jin takes on a sort of fatherly role in Evan's life, and they get unexpectedly close. I spend a frankly disproportionate amount of time on how magic works in this world, because I'm a fucking nerd, but the main focus of it all is on their dynamic, and Jin coming into this fatherly role and finding their place together. It's called Necromancy For Dummies, and the whole thing will never ever see the light of day, but you can see some excerpts from it because I like you, and also I can never keep my projects to myself

Here's the original concept drawings of them from early this year when I was kinda figuring out what I wanted to do with them

+ the most recent drawing of Evan (left), which is an abandoned wip ft another entirely unrelated character

#yes Jin is intentionally Tumblr sexyman bait. I thought it would be funny #The idea of the ideal tumblr sexyman hanging out with Just Some Guy was really funny to me #still is tbh #who gave fish a pen