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luanna801 · 1 year

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Hi! I finished Dracula a few days ago, and I love all of the characters, but...

THE HARKERS MY BELOVED

Anyway, do you know of any adaptations that actually manage to get their relationship right?

HARKERS MY BELOVED 💕💕💕 That's awesome to hear! I'm so glad you enjoyed it and loved all the characters!

For my money (disclaimer that I haven't seen anywhere close to all of the Dracula adaptations), by far my favorite adaptation in terms of Jonathan/Mina content is Nosferatu (1922).

(That's them in my icon!) The actors have great chemistry, there are so many great moments like these showing their affection and intimacy, and while I won't spoil anything about the ending, the strength of their bond and willingness to sacrifice everything for each other is crucial to the resolution of the movie (which is somewhat different from the ending of Dracula the book.)

I've jokingly referred to Nosferatu as "Off-Brand Discount Dracula" in the past because it was made without the legal rights to the book, so the character's names are changed (Jonathan and Mina are renamed to Thomas and Ellen Hutter, for example), and it's a very condensed version of the book's story. And yet when it comes to Jonathan and Mina - and maybe even the spirit of the book as a whole - I feel like this adaptation gets it right in a way no adaptation since (at least, of the ones I've watched) really does.

Then there's the BBC miniseries Count Dracula (1977), which is probably the most accurate adaptation we've gotten overall, and certainly one that I enjoy. And Jonathan and Mina's relationship there is sweet and overall faithful to the novel:

And yet... for my money, this adaptation falls a bit flat when it comes to their relationship. It's fine, they're certainly shown to love each other and there's no Dracula/Mina nonsense as in some other adaptations. But there are so many moments and nuances from the book showing just how deep and powerful their bond is that I think this version fails to capture. I think probably the biggest moment where they drop the ball is that you don't see Jonathan holding and comforting Mina after her attack, the way he does in the book.

(On the flipside they did add a scene where Mina shoots a guy to save Jonathan in the final showdown, which was pretty cool!)

That might sound like I'm damning with faint praise, and I guess I am a bit, but this is overall a good solid adaptation and the Jonathan/Mina content we get is nice. That wouldn't be such a big deal if we had amazing adaptations that truly captured the relationships from the book, but unfortunately I don't think we've gotten any that does these characters and relationships full justice. And when it comes to Jonathan/Mina, I honestly think it's been downhill ever since Nosferatu.

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and they were roommates II Keira Walsh x Reader

Masterlist I Word count: 1977

A/N: it's based on the result of our survey we did at the beginning of January. We hope you guys enjoy how the oneshot turned out. ☺️

“Ale, hurry up. We don’t have much time until they come back from training.“, Mapi yelled across the apartment. Alexia rolled her eyes while she set the table in the kitchen; “That’s easier said than done with your and my knee.“ “Frido might come and help us too. Did you get the roses?“, the defender continued while rushing around her team mate.

With a glance to the clock, she replied; “The delivery driver will be here in ten minutes.“ “Perfect.“, Mapi smiled. Right at the same time, Fridolina joined her teammates in the apartment you and Keira shared; “Hi, girls.“ “Did you get the candles?“, Mapi greeted her impatiently.

Nodding, Fridolina placed a tote bag filled with candles in different shapes and colors on the table; “I didn’t know which you wanted so I brought a bunch of different ones.“ “I like them all.“, Mapi commented delighted as she carefully took the candles out and placed them on different surfaces.

Alexia disappeared for a moment, just to return with a large bouquet of red roses; “The delivery driver is here with the roses.“ Fridolina handed her glass vase while Mapi excitedly rubbed her hands together; “So now we can decorate.“

She turned towards the little white dog that Lucy brought over earlier and petted her between her ears; “Narla, we’ll need you soon too.“ “Sweet of Lucy to have Narla help.“, Fridolina smiled. While Alexia placed some of the roses on the table, she nodded; “Agreed, Keira and Lucy handled their separation pretty great in general.“ “I agree.“, she Swedish teammate replied.

“Ale, didn’t you want to prepare the dinner?“, Mapi changed the subject once again. The injured Barcelona captain shrugged; “I didn’t trust us to do that so I ordered that too.“ “Okay, Lucy just texted that they’ll be coming soon.“, Mapi remarked which caused Alexias eyebrows to knot together as she checked her phone again; “Tell her to distract them a bit longer.“ “Alright.“, Mapi agreed, typing quickly on her phone before returning to decorate the apartment.

At the same time, FC Barcelonas evening training had just ended. You took a few sips of water and tried to suppress a yawn. Lucy and Ona joined in the dressing room; “So, where do we do it? At yours or Onas and my place?“

After seeing your confused face, Lucy followed up with; “Remember, we four have to host the next team event.“ “Yours.“, Keira answered quickly while she pulled a sweater over her head. You agreed; “Yes, easy. Your balcony is bigger.“ “Why not at your place?“, Lucy asked, with amusement in her voice.

Keira gave Lucy an annoyed look; “No, this way we can leave at anytime.“ Lucy snorted; “That’s the most Keira answer I have ever heard.“ “Hey!“, Keiras expression changed from annoyance to mock offence.

With a sigh the defender made her an offer: “Fine, you can think about it again. We can decide on that next training.” “See you two soon. Wait. When do you want to pick up Narla tomorrow?”, the defensive midfielder asked the older player.

Casually Lucy waved it off:” I’ll text you tomorrow morning. Thanks for dogsitting again.” “You’re welcome, we love to have Narla with us.”, you reassured her. In a genuine tone she replied: “Appreciate it.” “But now we really got to go, Narla is surely hungry. Bye girls.”, impatiently Keira pulled you with her.

A bright smirk was on the older woman’s face: “Bye, have fun.” “Lucy, stop, they’ll get suspicious if you say it like that.”, Ona scolded her girlfriend. “Just go, Ona.” “Fine, but you almost spoiled it.”, the younger Spanish player added, hitting her arm playfully.

You were excited to greet a waiting Narla when you entered the appartement you shared with your friend:” Narla, hi! Wait, where did you get that rose?” Surprised you pulled the flower carefully out of the dog’s mouth. Confused you took a closer look to your surroundings:” Wait. What’s all of this? The candles? What’s going on here?”

Equally astonished Keira observed:” We even have food on our table.” “Is this something like a reverse break-in?”, you asked your roommate. An amused smile appeared on the midfielders’ lips: “If the intruders are called Ale, Frido and Mapi, yes.” “You think it was them?”, you wanted to know from her.

Slowly Keira nodded: “They left a card.” Quickly you were reading what they wrote on it, before you looked up to your friend:” They did.. wait, this is supposed to be a date?” “Yes, they wrote it’s supposed to be a candlelight dinner.”, the midfielder blushed. Irritated, your fingers went through your hair:“Okay?” “Oh my god.”, she exclaimed.

Your heartbeat automatically quickened by her reaction:“What?” “Read the card until the end.”, Keira answered, hiding her red face in Narlas fur. Following her request, you cursed under your breath: “What the hell were they thinking. I just think it’s ridiculous and dangerous. I mean leaving Narla alone in here with the lit-up candles.”

“It’s but Narla is a smart dog and I guess they had good intentions.”, your teammate tried to sooth you. After a deep sigh you gave in: “Let’s eat before the food gets cold and it was all useless.” As you both were taking your seats Keira discovered the bottle which was standing on the table only waiting for the moment to be opened:” Sure, do you want some wine to it?” “Sure, why not? Let’s make it a real candlelight dinner.”, you told her.

Skilfully the midfielder filled the two wine glasses before speaking a toast:” Cheers to the best roommate I ever had!”

You took your glass and tilted it towards Keiras; “I can only give that compliment back.“ “Thank you.“ A slight blush spread across Keiras cheeks. You smiled at her; “I mean it.“ “I do too.“, your roommate and current date replied.

After a short break, she gave you a curious look; “You don’t believe me, huh?“ “No.“, you replied, hiding your smile in your wine glass. “Because of Lucy?“, she asked. Your face immediately turned serious again; “Oh, no. I can tell you’re over it.“ “Good, because that’s the truth.“, she nodded, searching your eyes over the bouquet of flowers on the table. “I know…“, you answered gently.

Keira cleared her throat; “Besides…“ “Yes?“, you prompted her to go on. “There is someone in the team.“, Keira continued, her voice wavered with nervousness. Surprised, you repeated; “There is?“ “Who makes my heart flutter.“

Excitement spread to your body as Keira announced those news; “You’re in love? Tell me who it is!“ “You don’t know who?“ The midfielders expression was somewhere between amusement and bewilderment. You feigned disappointment; “Of course not. You haven’t even told me that you have a crush!“ “Might be because I spend most of my time with my crush.“, Keira explained, the blush on her cheeks deepening.

You frowned, taking a second to think about it; “You mostly spend time with Lucy or me. Oh, is it Aitana?“ Quickly, Keira shook her head; “What? No, we’re just friends.“ “But you’re close with her, so I thought it could only be her.“, you shrugged. “To be fair, your guess was not too bad.“, Keira laughed lightly. You shook your head, clueless; “I don’t know what to do with that hint now.“

“It’s you.“, Keira said plainly. You were taken aback by this reveal; “Me?“ “Yes.“ Your thoughts were spinning, your brain started connecting the dots. Embarrassed, you hit your hand against your head; “Oh of course. That’s why we’re having a date here.“ “But I swear I didn’t know anything about it. Aitana didn’t tell me.“, Keira interjected hastily.

As soon, as your caught up with your thoughts, you couldn’t suppress a smile; “They know us well. Genius to do it here, so none of us can leave.“ “Yes, they know that as homebodies, we feel most comfortable at home.“, the midfielder agreed. “I think it’s a perfect date. If you’d asked me out for this, I would have definitely said yes.“, you grinned.

Keira took her sip of her wine before innocently asking; “Sooo, you’d date me?“ “Yes.“, you nodded, not missing a beat. Your roommate mirrored your smile; “I’d date you too.“ “Lucky for us because we already are on a date.“, you joked, raising your glass. Keira clinked hers to yours; “Right.“ But instead of taking a sip, she stood up from the table; “Wait, I’ll put on a record to make it more romantic.“ “Go ahead.“, you laughed while watching her put a new vinyl on your shared record player.

Cheerfully Keira asked:” More wine?” “Please. Mapi texted that they left dessert for us in the fridge.”, you told her grinning. The midfielder squealed delighted as she brought the dessert to the table: “Oh my god, I love them.” “Is that a heart shaped cake? That’s a bit cliché, isn’t it?”, you commented.

Amused Keira added: “They really wanted to make sure we understood the message, huh?” “As if the roses weren’t enough.”, you smiled at her. Giggling your roommate remarked: “The girls are just so romantic.”

“Can I cut you a piece of cake?”, you offered her. Happily, the midfielder nodded: “Yes, thank you.” “Here you go.”, you said while placing the heart-shaped dessert on your friend’s plate. Afterwards you got yourself a slice of the cake and Keira took her first bite of it, admitting:” The cake might be cheesy but really good.”

The unusual awkwardness between you two seemed to have melted away, because in the next moment her lips were on yours. The kiss being as sweet as the treat. When you stepped away you couldn’t help but to reply:” At least it’s not cheesecake.” “True but that’s cheesy enough.”, the fellow football player winked at you.

A smirk was all over your face as you said to her:” No one appreciates my puns like you do, Keira.” “I know.”, the midfielder shrugged. Beaming, you couldn’t help but to speak your thoughts immediately: “Maybe we should have been forced to date a whole lot earlier.” “No regrets tonight let’s enjoy that moment.”, Keira reminded you. “You’re right.” Thoughtfully your teammate took a sip of the wine: “Yes, we learned a few things in our 26 years on earth.” “We did.”, you agreed.

Cheekily, she looked directly at you:” Like life is too short to not date your roommate.” “Life’s too short to first date and hen move together. We did it the other way around.”, you observed. Triumphantly Keira hummed: “We did.” “Keira? Let’s not tell them that their set-up date worked yet.”, you asked her to keep this between you two for now. “So, we keep them a bit in the unknown? I like that.”, the midfielder replied. The smile stayed on your lips: “I knew you would.”

On your next team event which indeed took place at Lucys and Onas home you were all watching a movie together. As you reached the middle part of the film Keira got up announcing:” We’ll get more popcorn for all of us.” “Okay.”, Aitana answered smiling. “We will?”, you whispered to hear. Confidently the English player took your hand and led you to the kitchen: “Yes, come on.”

You used that private moment for a few more kisses you were holding back in front of your teammates, but they didn’t escape the gaze from Lucy. The older defender squealed:” Girls, it worked!” “Of course, it worked. We planned it all out for them.”, Alexia waved it off. Open mouthed Aitana looked up to the two women: “Wait, you did what?!” “Nothing.”, Mapi replied innocently.

But that became the evening everyone in your team knew you were more than just roommates. Just as in the history books when women lived together anything was possible like finding love in the four walls you called home.

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precious-little-scoundrel · 5 months

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Gigi -the unbaked thots:

• Bath •

Summary: I’ve had so many requests for this universe (including a bath time which this includes) and I appreciate all of y’all’s patience. I find this universe the hardest to write for and create entire scenes and fics out of so in order to keep it from dying out I intend to loosen up a little and start throwing out headcanons for y’all to enjoy in the meantime, you can watch for them with this header above. For now enjoy a trash bit of nastiness I wrote in under an hour in the middle of the night last night -kudos to the minxs @eliseinmemphis and @stylespresleyhearted

Warnings: Explicit! 18+ Bath sexy times, grinding, fingering, praying during sex, age gap, slight degradation, voluntarily drinking bath water containing cum. Yup.

Era: September 1977

Well here they are. On the dreaded tour.

But for now -there are bubbles. So many bubbles. And the heavy rumble of the bath’s jets and the golden glow of the dimmed bathroom lights in the hotel suite and the slippery bulk of Elvis as he grumbles beneath Gigi while she writhes amidst the foam of his rinsed shampoo.

“Sloppiest lil rider I ever-“ his face is shining in a heated glow, he is awash in pink cheeked arousal and Gigi persists, wearing herself out for his little gasps and the twitches of an eyebrow here and there. Bouncing adamantly atop his thick thighs in the swirling water and trying her avid best to slip his fat length inside her. She’s been trying since day one and every time it’s

-“not yet, Gigi, not yet, s’posed to be special and you’re special baby girl, not somethin’ to rush with someone special like you, see, I uh, i-i-it’s special-“

Gigi thinks having his rock solid cock inside her would be special enough.

“ ‘member the other night,

daddy?” She asks him in a huff, winded from the exertion as she pins his throbbing length against himself and grinds her clit against the hairs on his rounded belly, full of desperation born of youthful overexubernace, “remember how -how - when you were teasing me -and you pressed against my little hole?”

Elvis lets out a long groan in reply, slapping his hands against the sides of the tub in sexual frustration, causing his rings to clank and his bracelets to jangle against the porcelain. He can feel himself swell even more, the ache in his balls nearly unbearable at the proximity to snug tightness that he’s been denying himself for a myriad of reasons that are making less and less sense now, the more Gigi’s glossy wet tits slap his face silly.

“Oooh, oh I feel you-“ she gasps, as that redundant piece of meat between his thighs gives a hearty little twitch at the memory of her tiny hole and it’s fluttering need.

“You son of a bitch,” Elvis hisses to his traitorous little friend who’s acting very stalwart in his determination to find nothing but a tight cunt sufficient stimulation for release -it was easier back when little Elvis was a limp and useless dong: “this is the one time i’m asking you not to work. C’mon, don’t fail me now I-I- hell… O-o-our father. Who art in heaven-“

Gigi buries her face into the steamy crease where his cheeks meet his throat and licks at the salt there that not even the bath can remove. His hands fly to grip her hips and he yanks her up and down, grinding harshly against her raw little center as her breasts smash against his broad chest.

He regularly complained to the boys about her voraciousness and got no sympathy, not even when they saw it for themselves with the way he could barely get his seat in the limo, have his water handed to him and a towel before she was taking off his belt, unzipping his jumpsuit and inevitably giving lil Elvis some strong mouth suction. The boys had gotten used to ignoring him dumping a load down this little girl’s throat in the blurry blaze of street lamp lit nights and cranking up the radio to hide her moans every jet flight. Nothing about it was fitting and it wasn’t even to his tastes -so Elvis insisted- but it was real nice to be so wanted, even if the voraciousness of it was all a little alarming and out of hand.

Yet, God knows Elvis wanted Gigi badly. It half scared him sometimes and the rest of the time it kept him alive.

As did Lisa in an entirely different way and between the two girls tearing up his sedate plans for self mortification and permanent hermitage, Elvis found some zest for life returning to his soul as August became September and tabloids went from calling Gigi “the new girl” to calling her his whore and the colonel went from not answering his phone to leaving a perpetual red light on the message box and it went from kisses and snuggles in his Graceland bed to frantic grinding like this after every show that had her caterwauling in his arms begging to be torn open by his cock and him grunting like a bear in heat as he spurted against her belly and smashed the button for the tub jets to stop.

Wouldn’t do to circulate superstar spunk in a Cincinnati hotel jacuzzi.

“Mmm, that feel good daddy?” her sweet voice asks as the singing angels dim and the sense of time and space and his spent cock bring him back into consciousness.

“Uhuh. Feels real good.” he admitted sheepishly and felt her plump lips pressing to his bashful grin.

He returns it, pouring his love into her with the cradling of her head in his hands and the flick of his tongue against hers and the languid massaging of lips.

Gigi swirls the milky strands of his spend in the bath water between them, giggly and invigorated. She gets this way after climaxing and Elvis can only blearily smile and indulge the way she drags him around and makes him stand and get out of the tub, how she pats him down with towels like he’s a boy child and chitters to him about backstage gossip, praises for his performance of the night and Tammy’s latest tips for making Jerry’s life a living orgasmic hell. All while pressing kisses to every single part of his body as she goes along.

She’s found goosey places on Elvis that he didn’t even know existed.

Gigi is drying his shoulders when she sees the last remnants of the tub water cycloning in a swirl towards the drain, precious pearly strings cavorting like ribbons in the eddy.

Her conversational chatter ceases abruptly with a regretful -“oh no!“

She drops the sodden towel.

He watches her kneel, crouched and bent and glorious in a soft line of naked beauty from the back. Thought his maidenly idyl is shattered as she faces away from him and in what seems to be an impulsive moment of adoration, Gigi leans over the tub, hard porcelain lip digging into her sternum as she ducks her head and dips her mouth to the tepid bathwater.

He can hear her slurping.

Her graceful bracing in position and the greedy working of her throat suggest competency at this vile practice that makes his stomach lurch and spent cock swell thickly against his thigh. Without autonomy he hears himself grunt appreciatively.

“Fuuuuck me.” he drawls in disbelief, shuffling closer to watch the whole of it, the working of her sweet mouth sucking up his diluted seman and the arch of her back showcasing pink little pussy lips glistening from the back.

It’s sick and he’s terribly in love.

“That’s my good baby girl,” he finds himself praising this heinous degradation, hand coming to rest on the dip of her lower back, “not lettin’ m’lil contrition go to waste.”

It makes her strain to get as deep in the tub as she can, legs taut and face red from the blood rushing downwards to her cheeks as she chases gravity against the flow of the drain, his hand heavy and encouraging as it palms her ass, the pinch of his rings and the grunting, savage, male appreciation for her wantonness making her squeeze her thighs together in hopeless dissatisfaction.

A sting jolts her as his hand collides in an approving slap across her plush backside. The desire to make him proud eggs her on and she crawls further over the ledge, hair dragging in the drain.

Elvis’ hand once groping her butt moves until he’s peeling her apart and sliding in the long lengths of his middle and ring finger into her tight heat, meanly stabbing inside her as she’s bent double, tonguing at the drain for the last of his essence.

“You done this before.” Elvis’ voice is low, without a shred of questioning.

“Yes.” she moans, rosy cheek pressed to the wet floor of the now empty tub. “I always do this when you leave some left over, daddy.”

Elvis watches his fingers sink into pink plushness again and again, rings acting like stoppers at each culmination, spearing her until Gigi is sobbing and spasming over the tub edge, mouth wide open screaming for him with a tongue white from his spend, as broken as he is over the need to fuck her.

Sore and puffy, he assumes he’s learned her a lesson.

Standing her back up tenderly with all gentlemanly grace, Elvis wipes at her slimy cheek with his hands, pleased to find her smile as irrepressible as ever, the only thing on this godforsaken tour that hasn’t disappointed him yet.

“When is soon?” she whines into his kisses as he presses against her, bath quite redundant with the way he has her pinned between the door and his weeping cock, freshly spluttering his devotion against her bare pubic mound like he’s twenty years younger and fit to be such a minx’s lover.

“What?” He questions, murmuring in happy confusion.

“You said you’d make love to me soon.” she insists like a child reminding their senile parent of promises for ice cream after a trip to the dentist. “When is soon?”

Elvis grins through his grunt as he slides against her puffy clit, effortless from her slick and close to coming from images of her drinking his bath- “Soon, little baby,” he pronounces with all the gravity of a wiseman and the authority of a deadly opponent who his hand engulfing her fragile jaw, “-means soon.”

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matan4il · 1 month

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One of the worst justifications for the Hamas massacre that I have seen is the idea that the Palestinians had been suffering for 75 years, and such a long period of suffering is what made them be so brutal towards the civilians in the Jewish state.

This ignores, of course, brutal massacres that happened way before decades had passed since Israel's Independence War (which the Arabs started and lost). One such massacre took place on March 17, 1954. Less than five years after the end of that war. The other day, we commemorated 70 years since it happened. In order to remember, one reporter interviewed a survivor.

The entire piece was too long for Tumblr even after I downgraded the vid quality, so I edited out parts that were less relevant to understanding the massacre, and the story of this one child survivor.

Translator's notes:

-> Chaim'keh is the affectionate diminutive for Chaim, Mira'leh is the same for Miri.

-> In another interview, Miri shared that the reason her dad was taking them to Eilat, was because he wanted them to move to Israel's most southern city, meaning he felt Chana and the kids should see it.

-> This is the Ma'ale Akrabim road, you can see how serpentine it is, and the bus was driving uphill, explaining why it had to slow down so much that it became a perfect target for the terrorists.

-> 'Confirmation of killing' is a military term, referring to any situation where after shots have been fired at someone, the shooter comes closer and shoots (or wounds) again, from a much smaller distance, to make sure the victim is indeed dead, and not just wounded.

-> Chaim was shot in the head point blank, but somehow he technically survived. However, he was left in a coma for the next 32 years, before passing away and becoming the final murdered victim of this massacre.

-> Excluding Chaim, but including Miri, 5 people survived the Ma'ale Akrabim massacre.

-> Ha'Shomer Ha'Tzair (Hebrew for: the young guardian) is the first Zionist youth movement, established in 1913. It's also a socialist one.

-> A chuppah is a canopy under which Jewish couples get married.

-> Sayeret Matkal is an elite Israeli unit, whose most well known operation is the 1976 IDF rescue of Israeli and Jewish hostages (all the non-Jewish hostages were released, other than the French air crew of the hijacked Air France airplane, because the Captain refused to leave the Israeli and Jewish hostages on their own. The kidnappers were 2 German terrorists and 2 Arab ones who were members of a Palestinian terrorist organization. The Israeli and Jewish hostages were held in an airport in Entebbe, capital of Uganda, that the terrorists believed the IDF couldn't reach, since the distance was greater than Israel's airplanes could fly to and back, and passed over enemy territory. Several movies have been made about the operation, including an Israeli one, which was nominated for an Oscar, for best foreign film, in 1977).

-> Z"l is the English transcription of the Hebrew abbreviation ז"ל, which stands for may his/her/their memory be a blessing.

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mcwhytubers · 1 year

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do you have any fun random tidbits about hints in the hermits' usernames? i saw ur other post and now im curious :)

A lot of people have replied to that post with other username additions and my adhd decided i needed a good hyperfocus so i just spent the past hour compiling an entire google doc of every hermit's username that I could find an explanation for. Probably more than what you wanted but its what you're getting.

I also cannot confirm that all of them are 100% accurate because I couldn't find direct quotes from every hermit, but here's what I've got (under a cut because it's long)

Bdoubleo100 - play on the first three letters of his last name (Booko)

CubFan135 - Chicago cubs fan

Docm77 - nickname (Doc) + first letter of his last name (Mössner) + year he was born (1977)

Ethoslab - unsure

FalseSymmetry - picked a name when she was making a channel focused on design

GeminiTay - her zodiac + her nickname (Taylor) (side note, I love how she has a nickname there but yet we’ve all taken to calling her Gem)

GoodTimesWithScar - Scar said on stream once that his name was supposed to be based on Michael Scarn from The Office, but he misremembered and thought it was Scar, not Scarn, and the ‘goodtimeswith’ was added because Scar alone was too edgy

Grian - he went by Gria online for some time, but when he went to make a Minecraft account, Gria was taken so he popped an ‘n’ onto the end of it.

Hypnotized - unsure

iJevin - i feel bad for admitting that idk if his irl name is jevin or not

ImpulseSV - Impulse was the drum corps he use to march in + his initials

Iskall85 - iskall means ice cold in Swedish, he was born in 1985

JoeHills - his name was bestowed upon him by his parents during the most important moment of his life!

Keralis - first name (Arek) backward + the first three of his last name (Lisowski)

Mumbo(Jumbo) - meaning gibberish

PearlescentMoon - unsure

RenTheDog - Ren is a nickname of his name (Warren) and he added ‘the dog’ when he was a radio host in college

StressMonster101 - unsure

TangoTek - nickname colleagues used to call him

TinFoilChef - used to do cooking streams but didn’t think he was good enough to be an iron chef, so he became tinfoilchef

VintageBeef - unsure

WelsKnight - the church where he went to was called the wels and the mascot of the school that he was going to was a knight

xBcrafted - unsure

Xisuma - music > musix > xisum > xisuma

Zedaph - loosely based on Zaphod Beeblebrox from hitchhikers guide

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nerdygaymormon · 6 days

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In the 1970’s, Anita Bryant was the spokesperson for the Florida Citrus Commission and a phrase she regularly said in commercials was “Breakfast without orange juice is like a day without sunshine.”

In 1977, Anita began her anti-LGBTQ crusade, which marked the beginning of organized opposition to gay rights that spread across the nation. This led to a boycott of Florida orange juice and gay bars all over North America stopped serving screwdrivers. In reaction to Anita Bryant's national crusade, this now-famous sign appeared at the 1979 Gay Freedom Day parade in San Francisco.

Bryant's reputation as a self-righteous bigot ruined her career as companies didn't want to be associated with such a controversial figure.

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And in what seems like karma, in 2021 Bryant's granddaughter, Sarah Green, came out publicly as gay on an episode of Slate's "One Year" podcast by announcing her pending marriage to a woman.

Sarah also shared that on her 21st birthday, her grandmother sang Happy Birthday and said that one day a husband would come along for her.

“I just snapped,” Sarah Green told “One Year.” “[I] was like, ‘I hope that he doesn’t come along because I’m gay, and I don’t want a man to come along.’” To this, Bryant replied that homosexuality is not real.

“It’s very hard to argue with someone who thinks that an integral part of your identity is just an evil delusion,” said Green. “She wants a relationship with a person who doesn’t exist because I’m not the person she wants me to be.”

Despite her grandmother’s hardline stance against a core aspect of her identity, Green mostly takes pity on Bryant.

“I just kind of feel bad for her. And I think as much as she hopes that I will figure things out and come back to God, I kind of hope that she’ll figure things out,” Green said.

#queeeerchameleon #lesbian #anita bryant #sarah green

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chxrrybcmbs · 5 months

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Gimme Shelter: Part Three

70s gangster bucky barnes x fem!reader au. Warnings: mature themes, drug use, alcohol, guns, blood, violence.

Synopsis: James "Bucky" Barnes, better known by his fearsome moniker, The Winter Soldier. It's Los Angeles in 1977 and only one man owns the city. Until someone decides to challenge the king for his throne.

Warning: mild smut, 18+ only, read at your own risk.

Note: I do not give permission for my work to copied or translated anywhere else but this blog.

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Sam and Steve were at Bucky's side not long after you left. Bucky had his hands gripping the chrome railing, his eyes scanning the crowd of revelers.

"Does Lang know?" He asked.

"Yeah, I told him. He just asked not to make a mess of the place. If it gets ugly it goes outside." Steve replied.

Bucky pushed himself off the railing and turned to face his partners.

"I don't plan on getting ugly, that's what he wants. He's trying to rile me up so I make a fool of myself." Bucky cocked a hip as he considered which hand to play. He rubbed his jaw with his left hand.

"What's the move, boss man?" Sam crossed his arms over his chest. Bucky looked to him then to Steve.

"He wants me to look weak in front of my clients. Coming for Y/N directly, he knows my weakness and that's not good. We need to get info on his and exploit it immediately." Bucky spoke.

"I can have Tasha get on it." Steve added. Bucky nodded,

"Go tell her and have her bring Y/N back out."

Steve and Sam looked at him confused.

"But you just said she's your weakness?" Sam questioned.

"I know but shoving her in the back makes me look scared and I'm not giving him the satisfaction. From now on, Y/N is with me 24/7. As long as I keep her in my sight he can't do anything." Bucky explained.

"I'll go get them." Steve jogged down the stairs and made a B line for the back office.

"Sam, call Clint and tell him to get his ass down here ASAP."

Sam nodded and moved to leave when Bucky stopped him,

"After that call Logan. I need more muscle."

"On it." Sam left and Bucky turned back to look out at the dance floor. Everything was normal, the party was going smoothly. Nothing seemed amiss. His meeting with Lang went well and they planned to continue doing business with each other. Lang also promised to push new clients Bucky's way. This whole mess with Stark was going to be snuffed out like a candle flame. He'd be sorry he ever came to town.

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Steve came to retrieve you and Natasha, simply saying Bucky changed his mind and wanted you with him. You quickly darted from the room not bothering to listen to whatever Steve was telling Natasha. Bucky wanted you and that's all you cared about.

You found him sitting in the VIP lounge, legs spread wide and his arms resting on the back of the seat. He smiled slyly as he saw you approaching.

"Come here, baby." He patted his lap and you eagerly obliged. He brought his left arm to wrap around your waist while he started nuzzling your neck.

"What changed your mind?" You asked, reveling in his touch.

"No one can keep you safe better than me." He breathed against your skin and you felt chills ripple through your body.

"I'm not gonna let some bozo try to separate us. You're staying with me no matter what." He continued, looking up at you. His blue eyes were dark with lust and you knew he'd have no qualms throwing you back on the lounge for the whole club to see. It would be a display of power to any and all who tried to intimidate him.

"Does that mean I get to come with you everywhere?" You wondered, placing a gentle kiss on his lips. He smiled, your noses brushing against each other.

"Everywhere. I'm not letting you out of my sight." Both his hands were off the seat now, one holding your thigh and the other resting on the back of your neck.

You couldn't hide the smile spreading across your face. You'd wanted nothing more than for him to let you in just a little bit more than he already did. Of course, the situation wasn't ideal and you knew this was a protective measure but it still made you happy.

"Why don't we take this party home?" You flirted, dragging your index finger down from the tip of his chin to his chest. You knew he was making a show of sitting like a king on his throne, that this Stark fellow was watching somehow and Bucky was making sure he saw how much he didn't care. Like a spider to the fly, he wanted Stark to make a bigger move before he showed his true hand.

"You know I can't refuse you." Bucky kissed you quick and gave your thigh a squeeze before letting you go.

"You're such a liar." You giggle, he has refused you plenty of times before except when you dangled sex in the air like a dog bone or insisted so hard he couldn't say no. Bucky chuckled,

"But you love me anyways." He squeezed your ass as you stood up.

"You bet your ass I do." You took his hand and led him down out of the VIP section.

Bucky had the valet bring his car around and he tipped the young boy extra. Perhaps guilt for accosting the poor waiter earlier.

"Did you tell the others we left?" You asked as he sat in the drivers side.

"I saw Sam on the way out, they know." He replied. "Now the only business I wanna discuss is what I'm gonna do to you when we get back." He winked and you felt the goosebumps rise up on your arms.

Back at the penthouse, Bucky barely locked the door behind him before his hands were on you. His lips melded with yours and your own hands reached up to grip his long hair. He shuffled you backwards toward the bedroom. He pulled the straps of your dress of your shoulders, it fell down to your hips baring your breasts to him. You kicked the rest off, leaving you in nothing but panties.

You broke away from kissing him to help him shed his clothes. You ripped his shirt open and ran your hands down his muscled abdomen as he undid his belt. You pulled at the waistline of his slacks, teasing ever so slightly.

"Enough of that." In a swift motion he scooped you up and tossed you back onto the bed. He crawled on top of you, kissing you roughly from your lips down your body. You let out breathy moans of pleasure and reached down to unbutton his slacks. You need him now, the playfulness at the club was enough to have you rearing to go. It took a lot of strength not to make him stop the car and fuck him right there in the drivers seat. But you were patient and now it was time.

Bucky kicked off his slacks and reached back down to pull your panties down before pulling down his own underwear. You pulled him back down to press your lips together in a greedy, desperate kiss. As you held him there you felt him enter you softly at first, then his thrusts became stronger and stronger.

Your hands clawed down his back, moans and gasps of ecstasy escaping your mouths. You looked into his eyes as he hovered above you, wild and ragged. This was a love you'd never find again and didn't want to. You'd never give him up, come hell or high water, and you saw that reflected in his eyes.

With a fervent kiss, and screams of pleasure you reached the end. Bucky flopped onto his back beside you, chest heaving and slick with sweat. You let a moment of silence pass between you. Listening to the sound of each others breathing start to steady. You turned onto your side to face and him and he did the same.

"You know I love you, right?" He said, his blue eyes now a calm sea.

"Of course I know. I love you too." You replied.

"I want you to know that no matter what, I will always love you. Till the very end and even then I'll still love you."

You giggled,

"What's this all about? You high on sex?" You joked. He grinned and let out a chuckle,

"Maybe a little but I mean it."

"I know. You don't have to tell me."

"I do. Just in case." The grin disappeared from his face and you felt a nervous tinge in your chest.

"James, don't talk like that." You rarely used his full name but this was a conversation you didn't like.

"For my own selfish reasons I just want to make sure you know. That's all. I'm not made of steel." He continued.

"I know you aren't and I appreciate the reminder but this feels an awful lot like a man who's certain death is knocking on his door and he's afraid." You retorted. You knew this business was risky and his life was constantly on the line but he never talked to you this way before and it was scaring you.

He looked at you softly, smiling.

"Fear of death is not my issue." He said. "I'm sorry for ruining the night with this, I just-" He paused and reached his hand out to caress your hair.

"You didn't ruin the night, but you will if you keep it up." You sassed and he grinned.

"Come here." He beckoned, and you snuggled up against him, resting your head on his chest. His arms wrapped around you and it didn't take long for you to fall asleep enveloped in his warmth.

You didn't know what time it was when you heard the knock on the door and felt Bucky leave the bed. You sat up and turned on the bedside lamp, rubbing your eyes. There were muffled voices coming from the living room, a moment later Bucky came back into the room.

"What's wrong?" You mumbled, your eyes still adjusting to the light. Bucky ran a hand through his hair,

"Nat's missing."

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freesidexjunkie · 4 months

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stay with me

A follow up to this piece. After a few restless hours of tossing and turning, Gortash tries to reassure Maevris about their plan.

Gortash x f!durge

Word count: 1977

Tags: fluff, angst, post-sex cuddling, feelings, kisses and cuddling but no smut. teeth rottingly sweet, just how I like them 💕

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The chill of the night breeze woke him first. Had he left a window open? Enver cursed his forgetfulness; Orin’s assassins could be anywhere. What if they got to – wait, where was Mae? She was here when he fell asleep, he was sure. He felt a jolt of panic hit him. Had she simply slipped away, not willing to face him in the morning? Or worse, had the Bhaalists come to reclaim her?

He shot up, blinking sleep from his eyes as they darted around the room, until they landed on a small figure seated on the edge of the bed. He felt his shoulders relax as he let out a sigh of relief. Maevris was wrapped up in his sheets, facing away from him as she gazed out the window. Even silhouetted in darkness, he couldn't help but be enraptured by her: the way the silk sheets hung off of her delicate form; how the moonlight reflected softly off of her dark hair; the delicate curve of her neck, so inviting when she tilted her head like that, lost in thought.

She felt achingly far away from him across the expanse of this bed. Enver slid across the mattress to sit behind her. Wrapping an arm around her waist, he pulled her back to rest against his chest, slotting his chin into the crook of her neck.

Maevris started slightly; she had been worlds away, staring at the stars as she tried to gather her thoughts. “Shit. Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you, I was just…” She trailed off, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. “Sorry.”

“Don't be,” he said softly, pressing a kiss to the top of her shoulder. “Are you still having nightmares?”

She gave him a surprised look over his shoulder. How did he know about those? The question was halfway out of her mouth before she realized that these dreams must not be from the tadpole in her head. Mae chuckled ruefully to herself and she leaned her head back against his shoulder. “Always, but I can't make heads or tails of them. You probably know more about them then I do,” she said, staring ahead through the window. After a moment, almost more to herself than to Enver, she muttered, “you probably know more about me than I do, too.”

He hummed a quiet noise of agreement into her shoulder, his breath tickling her skin as he peppered light kisses across it. “Wake me next time.” He reached a hand up, wiping his thumb across her cheek. “I hate to see tears on your lovely face, my dear.”

“No, it’s not…” Mae faltered, her lips contorting as if to form the words that she couldn’t find. She gave a little sigh and reached up to cover his hand with her own. “It’s nothing. Don't worry. I should just get out of your hair.”

She made a move to stand up, but Enver’s arms tightened around her middle, keeping her there. He turned her towards him slightly, wrapping one arm behind her waist and draping the other to rest across her hip. “What makes you think I want you out of my hair?”

“I’ll just keep you up all night,” she replied.

“Then keep me up,” he said, leaning in to touch his forehead to hers, “I don't mind.”

She scooted closer into his arms, placing her hands on his chest as she leaned into the comforting embrace. “Don't you have a full day tomorrow? Important archducal duties to prepare for?” She asked, looking up at him with tired, tear-soaked eyes.

“None more important than you,” he answered. She felt her heart flip in her chest at that as he gently tilted her face to meet his in a slow and tender kiss. Mae melted into the touch, weaving her fingers through his hair as he pulled her flush to his chest; one hand lightly caressing her back, while his arms held her firmly, almost protectively. Could this really be the same man she had first encountered in the Shadowfell, she wondered? Were these gentle hands that cupped her face and held her the same hands that had caused so much harm? His eyes, that she’d seen strike fear into the nobles of the city; were they only soft for her? She deepened the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck as their tongues met. She wanted to believe that it was true; that she was getting the real version of him, all to herself. That the fearsome and terrible Archduke-to-be was just an act, a disguise; only a means to an end, hiding his true nature just for her. But that didn't stop the sinking feeling of dread in the pit of her stomach.

Reluctantly, Mae pulled away, letting out a small huff as she did. She screwed her eyes shut as she rested her forehead to his, her arms still hanging over his shoulders. She made no move to leave, but Enver’s arms tightened around her nonetheless. “What’s wrong, love?” He asked, cupping her cheek to turn her face towards his. His eyes searched her face, full of concern as he stroked her cheek with his thumb. “Tell me.”

“I…” Tears pooled in her eyes again. She turned into his hand as if she could hide it, make them less real. But the more she tried to bury this feeling, the more it ached inside of her. She opened her eyes and spoke softly. “This can't last long, can it?”

“Why not?” He asked, a bit too brusquely. She looked back at him with pained, sorrowful eyes, and he softened. “We’re closer than we have ever been, my love. When we take back control of the brain, no one can stop us. We will rule this city, together, as only we can. Just as we always planned.” He leaned in, looking her deeply in the eyes as he pulled her closer. “No one will take you again, Mae. I promise.”

“There’s a worm in my head, Enver,” she said, trying not to sound as choked up as she felt. “I can't… I’m never going to be free as long as that brain is…”

“That’s why we’re going to take that last netherstone back,” he said, stroking her hair as he spoke.

“And if that doesn't work?” She asked, tears trickling down her cheeks. “You could still finish the plan, you know. On… on your own, if it came to that.”

“It won't,” he said firmly, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “I won’t let that happen to you, dearest.”

She leaned her head to rest on his shoulder. “It might not be your choice,” she answered quietly, looping one arm around his neck while the other hand rested over his chest. “The gods won't throw out this whole plan for one person.”

“Then I will,” he said, resolute and firm. He’d lost her once already; he knew how hollow, how empty this plan felt without her. How empty the world felt alone. He wouldn’t be going back to that. “To the hells with them. Bhaal turned his back on you, discarded you like you were nothing. You are everything, Mae.”

“And what of Bane?” She asked. “He won’t let his Chosen go easily. I don’t…”

“Oh, I don't know about that,” he answered, resting his chin on her head as he rubbed gentle circles into her back. “You managed to loose yourself from Bhaal’s leash, after all.”

Mae snorted into his shoulder, nuzzling closer into his neck. “Technically, I didn't come out of that alive, did I? Not quite an example to aspire to.”

“Didn't you?” He asked, running his hands up and down her side, “you seemed very animated this evening, my darling. And…” He made a show of pulling her fully into his lap, sliding his arm under her legs as she laughed, genuine and joyful and oh so beautifully. “You seem very much alive and well to me, loveliest.”

“You’re ridiculous,” she answered, still laughing as she steadied herself with her arms around his neck. “And a fool.”

“Aren't we all fools in love, my dearest?” He answered. He leaned in close, lips only a whisper away from hers. “And I am very much in love with you, Mae. I always have been.”

“I…” Mae felt the butterflies erupt in her stomach, sending her heart flying through her chest. The sincerity of his words, the adoration in his eyes, pure and intimate and real. This was all still so new… yet at the same time, it felt like coming back to a home she had forgotten. She couldn't find the words to express how she felt about this; she wasn't sure if she entirely knew herself. “I… Enver?”

“Yes, my heart?” He said, his lips almost ghosting over her own. “What is it?”

“I don’t… I’m scared,” she answered, her voice small. “I’m scared of dragging you down with me. Of getting you hurt. I just–”

“Don’t,” he interrupted, cupping her face in his hand once again while still holding her close. “You aren't getting rid of me that easily, anyways, love. You’re stuck with me this time.”

He really meant it, she thought. She was a ticking time bomb; her will was not her own, her end certain. She was doomed by her blood, saw no happy ending. And yet, he would stay by her side? He would risk his God's wrath, his own safety… all for her? It was… surely too much. It was almost overwhelming, but she felt she didn't want it to end. Didn't want to lose this.

She tangled her fingers in the back of his hair and kissed him with everything she had, as if it was to be their first and their last kiss, and everything in between. She hoped for a thousand more as she pulled just away, still keeping as close to him as she could manage. “I… I don't have the words for this. I don’t even know how to explain what I…” she stammered it out, hoping the right words might find their way to her as she spoke. “Enver… thank you. I…”

She hesitated, stumbling over her words. Quite adorably, he thought, for such a hardened and powerful killing machine. To be so gentle, so concerned for him, so… He knew what she must be feeling, old feelings warring with new ones in the muddled mess of her mind. He silenced her with a kiss to the tip of her nose. “I know, pet,” he said gently.

She sighed, sounding contented at last, comfortable to simply sit in the silence of her unspoken words. After a moment, she said, barely above a whisper, “can I stay with you?” She pulled back just enough to look at him. “I don't think… I won't get back to sleep, but I just–”

“Always, Mae,” he answered. Enver pulled her back with him as he settled against his pillows. He tucked her gently against his chest, setting her head over his heartbeat as she tangled their legs together. She felt the gentle caresses of his hands, running fingers through her hair, trailing patterns across her back, and his chest rose and fell under her head to the steady beat of his heart. This was very different to the passionate, desperate need she had felt when she came to him this evening. To feel so safe, so cared for; to feel as if she was so important to someone’s world. She began to feel like he could be important to her world, too. She listened as his breathing slowly steadied, and his hands grew still as he drifted back to sleep, still holding her close as if she might slip away. This was right, she decided as she began to fall to sleep. He was right.

#bg3 durge #durge #durgetash #gortash x durge #durge oc #dark urge #gortash x dark urge #the dark urge #lord enver gortash #lord gortash #enver gortash #bg3 gortash #dark urge x gortash #baldurs gate gortash #gortash #fanfic

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lilacsbeeswax · 1 year

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Hi hi hi hiiiiii I'm Grace!!!!!! I saw your post about requesting a marauders thing 😉 and I am here to deliver... if you'd like to accept it obviously!

So I had an idea that like Sirius, who is experienced in the ways of relationships and such things, finds interesting in a person who is new to it all. But they aren't necessarily shy, if you know what I mean. Maybe them having a kiss and afterwards Sirius finds out it what the person's first kiss and he gets all like happy about being their first.

First Kiss

Pairing: Sirius Black x reader

Fluff

Warnings: Reader is called beautiful, kissing, flirting

Notes: Sorry this took so long but I really appreciate the request, Grace!! 💕 Thank you so very much, and enjoy! 🫶🏻

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It was on January 3, 1977, that Sirius Black had asked you on a date. He asked you by the Black Lake and handed you a colorful bouquet of flowers. His words were confident and he had the sweetest smile on his face. If you weren’t already helplessly swooning you would have been after his show of affection at the word ��yes’.

This would not only be your first date with Sirius, but also your first one ever so you were nervous to no end.

Overall, you couldn’t have asked for a better first date. Sirius was romantic, gentlemanly, and obviously experienced, who could ask for more? He had planned a meal in an old classroom with a huge window that looked upon the grounds of Hogwarts. Remus Lupin and James Potter had served your food with horribly fake French accents. Fabric had been spread onto the stone floor and candles sat around you giving the entire room a romantic feel.

Sirius had his signature charming smirk on his face as you two joked and got to know each other. Silence spilled over the room as Sirius stared at you over the meal spread.

“What?” You giggled, getting nervous under his gaze.

“You’re just so beautiful,” He replies genuinely, sending a smile your way. He reached over your forgotten plates and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. You both leaned in until your lips connected. Heat spread throughout your body like wildfire, the kiss was soft yet passionate. The large grandfather clock in the corner rung loudly forcing you two to pull apart.

Sirius glanced at it and stood up, offering you his hand. “I better take up back to your dorm, it’s almost past curfew.”

He led you up to your house common room hand in hand. He stopped before it’s entrance and shoved his hands in his pockets letting go of yours.

“Well,” Sirius began, “I wish to see you again, that is, if you had fun.”

“Oh, Sirius,” You breathed out with a laugh, “I had a wonderful time! Thank you for… all of it!”

He let out an audible sigh of relief and pulled you in close for another kiss. It was quick and light, but sent electricity through both of your limbs. You pulled away first this time, leaning your foreheads against each other and the tips of your noses touching. You kept your eyes closed as you whispered, “Thank you for giving me the best first kiss I could ever ask for.”

Your eyes snap open when you feel Sirius pull away from you. His eyes had enlarged and he looked to be in shock. Though his mouth was wide open you could tell you was smiling underneath.

Anxiety rushed through you as you scrambled out the words, “I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything!”

He stopped for a second and pulled you in for the third kiss of the night. This time it was longer and more passionate. “I’m your first kiss?” He asked with a huge smile playing on his lips.

“Yes,” You replied, slightly smiling back at him. He brought you into yet another kiss, but this time neither of you pulled away.

It was pretty good first date…

“That is so cool!” He exclaimed and kiss you again. This time, neither of you let go as you wound your arms around his neck and his slithered around your waist.

Neither of you could wait for your next date…

#sirius black x reader #sirius black #sirius black x you #sirius x reader #sirius black x y/n #fluff #marauders #marauders x reader #lilacsasks

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catre33 · 4 months

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Good Omens and Harry Potter crossover

I've seen quite a number of these in which Crowley and Aziraphale are professors

But consider:

1977

Crowley was standing outside of the local bookshop of an isolated Scottish village. The cocoa he had bought to surprise Aziraphale was growing cold in his hand. For the third time, he miracled it warm.

"What's taking him so long?" he complained aloud. He glanced through the window to see Aziraphale still engaged in conversation with the owner. Crowley caught a glimpse of the angel's grin and quickly swivelled his head back 'round, his race red. Crowley was the first to figure out that demons could blush, although some argue it was Aziraphale.

His gaze wandered over the street, and a group of young adults, (or possibly teenagers; he wasn't very good at assuming age.) caught his eye. One in particular. In Crowley's opinion, the most well-dressed of the three of them.

The youth was incredibly pale, and his long black hair astonishingly contrasted this. He had tattoos practically plastered across his skin, and many of them depicted astrological symbols.

But what truly piqued Crowley's interest was his clothing (which differed greatly from his friends', they were much more academic casual.) He wore tattered jeans and a graphic T-shirt. Merchandise of a band led by a dear friend of Crowley's.

Crowley thought for a moment and decided anyone with such an interest must be worth having a chat with.He made his way across the cobblestone.

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Sirius Orion Black was having a jolly good time. This was the fourth occasion in the self-proclaimed Marauders' seventh year in which they had successfully snuck out of Hogsmeade and into the nearest Muggle village.

He, James, and Peter were all standing on the street while Remus perused an antique shop. Sirius had opted for his favourite Muggle clothes, while the others had simply chosen to discard their robes.

The group had just finished discussing how to avoid Lily and Remus' NEWTS studying schedules when they were approached, quite out of the blue.

The man's hair was a red to rival Molly and Arthur's, though it was more fiery than real ginger. He wore sunglasses, despite the gloom of the day; and his clothes were all varying shades of black and grey.

He appeared to have a devilish look about him, with a hint of a smirk in his scowl - if that was possible. From afar, Sirius had taken him for a Muggle; but closer now, he was no longer certain. The feeling was hard to describe, other than an odd sensation to his presence.

"Erhm, hallo." the strange man greeted them with a timid wave. "Couldn't help but notice... Uhm..." He trailed off. He could have been staring into the distance, but it was impossible to tell with his sunglasses.

The Marauders exchanged glances and silently motioned for the man to continue.

He pointed at Sirius' chest.

"You like Queen?" he asked.

Sirius stiffened immediately. He'd been criticized on numerous occasions for his taste in Muggle music.

"Yeah, so?" he replied, agitated.

The man spread his hands in surrender.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no. Nothing like that," as if he could see straight through Sirirus' thoughts, "simply wanted to talk to a fellow fan." the man extended his hand congenially. "the name's Crowley."

"Thank GOD." James surged forward and seized Crowley's hand, making the man and his eyebrows jump. "Sirius will not stop talking our ears off. 'Queen this, Freddie that.' You saved us in the nick of time; we were on the brink of insanity."

"I-," Sirius scoffed, "I don't talk about it that much."

"That's true," Peter piped in, "sometimes he talks about Bowie!"

"Bowie's good, too!" Crowley added, nodding vigorously.

James patted Sirius' shoulder, 'See? You've made a friend!"

Sirius grinned and shoved James away, then nodded to Crowley.

"This is James and Peter. I'm Sirius."

"Yeah, I caught that; but what's your name?" Crowley said through a smirk.

"Ha, ha. You're a riot." Sirius rolled his eyes. "Just Crowley?"

"Ah, well. Anthony, if you like."

The bell jingled behind Sirius and he turned to see Remus walking out of the shop.

"Moony! You're finished!"

"Hey Pads," Remus walked up and gave Sirius a quick peck on the cheek before pulling him close.

"Oh, who's this?" Anthony asked; looking surprised, yet elated.

"Anthony, this is my boyfriend Remus. Moons, he came over to talk to me about Queen!"

"Is that so?" Remus shook his head and chuckled. "Anthony... Italian roots?"

"Ehrm..." he paused and shrugged, "Ssssure?"

The odd response raised eyebrows all around, but before they could ask further, another joined the party.

"Crowley? Is that you?"

This newcomer was the absolute polar opposite of Anthony. He had very cherubic features: bright fluffy hair, sparkling eyes, and a brilliant grin. He wore a well-loved and well-kept waistcoat, which looked a couple of decades old.

Upon seeing him, Anthony became flushed.

"Agh, hallo, angel. Got you this." Anthony handed him the cup he was holding, which was suddenly steaming.

"Cocoa? Oh, thank you, dear boy!"

Anthony growled and turned away. Sirius and Remus exchanged a knowing look.

"Sooo," Remus started, "you gonna introduce us, Anthony?"

"This is my...uhrm..." he looked lost, "This is Aziraphale." he finished quickly.

"I thought you didn't make friends," Aziraphale said slyly, peering up over the rim of his cup.

"Shut it." Crowley hissed, his face reminiscent of a cherry.

Sirius and Remus shared another glance and a chuckle.

"You two off, then?" James asked.

Aziraphale nodded. "Got to get these back to my shop in London," he replied, lifting the bag he carried.

"Fun meeting you lot," Crowley threw over his shoulder, suddenly feet away."

A pleasure!" Aziraphale shook everyone's hands before hurrying after Anthony, who hadn't halted sauntering away.

The Marauders waved after them.

"Bit of an odd pair, aren't they?" Peter remarked.

"Yeah, but a pair," Sirius replied.

James looked over. "You think so?"

"Definitely," Remus affirmed. "Let's head home."

THIS TOOK WAY TOO LONG

I'll write more if people like it.

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Tom the Poet or Tom the Filmmaker

I would like all my theories to have evidence that back them up. I’ve come from fandoms where things said are a cute thing, worth considering, but solid theorising comes with quotes, screenshots, counting toes and following the writer’s pattern of three hint and foreshadowings before the big reveal. Therefore, I’m going through the first game yet again to collect all this information and put it in something coherent, something I will be happy with. I hope that the waves of my research will carry me to the proper essay with all the proofs necessary on every statement I’ve made in my first pinned post.

But there are still questions that have no answers as far as I know. One of them: why Tom Zane was made into a filmmaker and by whom?

In Control’s AWE the cutscene where Tom and Alan meet is a toned-down version of their encounter in Room 665. Alan asks if Tom is the Tom, the poet and the diver and Tom replies that it was just a beloved character in his old film. They have the same conversation at the start of Room 665 in Alan Wake II.

Alan seemed always forget that he (or someone else) changed Tom’s identity to filmmaker, still convinced that Thomas Zane he encountered at the start of his journey was a poet and a diver. First, when Tom-the-filmmaker was introduced, I thought that Alan forgot who Zane was and what he learned about him (I wouldn’t put it past Alan: he forgot many things he wrote, even his birthdate somewhat slipped his mind — in 2010 or in the Dark Place; the guide for the first game states that he’s 31, when the statue near the Parliament Tower claims he was born in 1977), but in both cases he kept insisting that Tom was a poet. So, the opposite is true: Alan forgot that Tom now is a filmmaker.

But why is Tom made to be a filmmaker? Even the second game insists that the Tom was a poet: Cynthia notes this in her journal, marvelling at why everyone thinks that he was a filmmaker; even the boys of Old Gods of Asgard say “you need him [Tom] to write the ending,” “art, like Tom’s writing” and “it’s Tom’s story we are dealing with, he’s gotta be the one to rewrite it”. And they are the only three people who knew the real Tom Zane and have some credibility in what he really was: a poet or a filmmaker.

The boys, of course, are a discussion on their own; Tom and Alan are interchangeable in their heads, they might talk about Alan the writer, hence “write, writing, story, rewrite”, but Cynthia has no such issues. She never mistook Alan for Tom, she loved Tom her whole life, devoted to his wishes and for sure wouldn’t mess such a big part of his identity in her head.

Then we have This House of Dreams, where we can read poems, some of them are by Thomas Zane and the Bright Presence shows Samantha that he was indeed a poet. Let’s add Jesse Faden into the mix, who as well, remembers Thomas Zane being a poet and even recites one of his poems in Control’s recordings. She still believes he was a poet somewhere around 2019, judging by her words about her needing to be in New York soon. Only in AWE DLC when she hears Tom claiming he’s a filmmaker, she changes her mind. But at this time, she’s already in yet another Alan’s story, her beliefs shaped by his writing (or by the words of her therapist and this vision of Tom and Alan; take your pick).

So, the question remains: why was Tom made a filmmaker?

My belief here is that Alan (or Scratch — do not confuse with Mr. Scratch) had no need of a poet. In This House of Dreams we see two sets of poems: one is by Thomas Zane and another is by Alan himself, in Control’s AWE Alan also claims that he wrote poems, and what value can Tom-the-poet add to Alan’s attempts to escape? A filmmaker on the other hand, as Tom says in AWII, can make a companion piece for his manuscript. Hence the filmmaker, the auteur.

As a side note. I do believe that the real Thomas Zane never makes his appearance in any games, first we see the Bright Presence possessing the body of Tom, then we see yet another Alan’s face in the Dark Place, that takes shape of what he believes Tom Zane was, and this part of Alan becomes a filmmaker at some point in his journey. After all, as the real Tom once wrote:

When you’re lost You’re lost in your own company

#thomas zane #tom zane #alan wake #alan wake 2 #remedy entertainment #control game #control remedy #alan wake ii #RCU theory

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animentality · 3 months

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It's weird how the Franc Peartree letter being altered has just caused some people to suddenly come out with the most godawful takes. I don't like that the letters were changed but it still feels like such a small change to have caused such a sudden divide in the gortash part of the fandom

Earlier I saw a post from one of the handful of people who were more supportive of the letter change(I think they may have even been one of the people you blocked) claim that default dark urge x gortash felt weird or wrong to them. They said it was because default dark urge is a dragonborn. And they compared dragonborn x human romances to beastiality. And it was a post replying to an ask that was from someone also arguing that, so there's at least two people who think that.

And I just had to stop for a moment after reading that because of how utterly confusing and insane that felt. Like, dragonborn are a humanoid race and are fully capable of communicating so it would definitely not be beastiality in any way

Sorry if I got a bit ranty there, especially since you're trying to distance yourself from bg3 discourse stuff for now. I just really felt the need to just at least mention it to someone because I'm just so dumbfounded by it and I guess just like, feel the need to check to see if this is just as much of a wtf kind of take to others as it is to me

you can tell they don't play DND.

people have been trying to fuck dragons and monsters since 1977.

where's that fucking Tumblr post about how if a creature is intelligent enough to consent, then it's not bestiality?

in a fantasy setting, yeah, as long as they're smart and talking and able to say yes or no and consent or not consent, and aren't being compromised by other forces, then no it's not bestiality in the way we understand it.

also there's no real world equivalent.

wanting to fuck a werewolf doesn't mean you're fucking chihuahuas in real life.

those people are just mad cuz they have bad taste and don't like durgetash.

nothing we can do about that, anon.

you're born with bad taste, you die with it too.

I was blessed with superior intellect and advanced taste, and since you clearly were too, I would advise neither of us be involved with that subspecies of Tumblr.

we have far more important things to discuss.

#baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #enver gortash #dark urge #durgetash

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Shortly after 4AM on the 22nd of July, 1977, firefighters in Prospect, Connecticut, were called to a fire at a home near the intersection of Route 68 and Cedar Hill Drive. As they approached the blazing house, they had no idea that the fire concealed a gruesome secret.

After putting out the flames, firefighters found the remains of eight children and a woman. They were subsequently identified as Cheryl Beaudoin, 29, and her 7 children: Frederick, 12, Sharon, 10, Debra, 9, Paul, 8, Roderick, 6, Holly, 5, and Mary, 4. The final child was identified as Cheryl’s niece, Jennifer, 6. They had all been bludgeoned to death with a tire iron before the house was purposefully set on fire. Cheryl had also been stabbed. At the time of the murder, Cheryl’s husband, Frederick Beaudoin, was at work at Pratt & Whitney Aircraft Group factory in North Haven.

Around 200 state police officers were sent to question motorists and potential suspects, including family members. The first person who stood out was 27-year-old Lorne Acquin, the foster brother of Frederick who had served time for first-degree larceny. After his apprehension, Acquin readily confessed to the grim murders, telling police he had gone raspberry picking with the children before going back to their home and killing them.

Acquin confessed he entered the home at around 2AM through the cellar. As he made his way to the kitchen, he awoke Cheryl who asked him what he was doing. He told her that he needed to borrow some tools to which she replied that he could borrow whatever he wanted. Afterwards, he picked up a tire iron and proceeded to smash Cheryl across the head. After killing Cheryl, Acquin went into the children’s bedrooms; he tied some of them up with shoe laces before bludgeoning them all to death with the tire iron.

Lorne Acquin was found guilty of murder and sentenced to 25 years to life for each conviction. He never gave a motivation for the mass murder. He died behind bars in 2015.

#true crime #mass murder

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Coffee & Cinnamon — r.l.

Remus Lupin x Fem!Muggle!Reader

Drabble: In which the weather is bad, and it only gets worse, forcing Remus to stay overnight at your place. (1977, near the end of the summer)

A/N: i just word vomited this. And the my app crashed while I was uploading it so, this is a second attempt at it…This is not proofread btw, I’ll do that sometime soon.

Coffee & Cinnamon Masterlist

In this very moment, Remus thought about the anxiety he’d felt of telling you he was not only a wizard and that magic was real. He’d also told you about his condition. And while the day he’d decided to tell you all about it, he was not only shaking with anxiety, he was also nauseous, he’d hardly managed to keep his breakfast in his stomach. And now, three weeks later, you were still there. In fact, he now felt better than ever.

Having being dating you for about six months now, although hardly seeing you because of school, you two started dating towards the end of the winter holidays. Shortly after your first date shortly after he’d returned home from Hogwarts for Christmas. And while you two had spent the rest of the school year apart, he kept the random letters delivered by owls constant. Writing almost on a daily basis, and you replying with the same frequency. And for as long as he’d been back for the summer, he’d spent every minute of his free time with you. Basically only getting home to sleep.

By recommendation of his friends —and his parents too, when they noticed Remus was serious about dating you —, he’d told you three weeks ago everything about him. Why he was away during most of the year, why it was always owls who delivered his letters instead of the regular mailman, and most importantly, his condition. While Remus had been terrified that’s you’d perhaps get spooked about him being a wizard, and after you turned out to be actually fascinated with it; now he’d convinced himself that you’d be completely terrorized by his lycanthropy.

But you didn’t.

You’d told him you didn’t care, and while at first he didn’t quite believe you, now he could rest assured you meant that. As you were deeply asleep in his arms. While it was a rather cool day for the summer season, it was due to the strong wind and the rain pouring outside. The movies playing on the background now that you were deeply asleep. Remus want paying attention either, as he was focusing in the moment. Your warmth, your weight resting on top him, your breathing, your smell, your everything. Convinced that if you were scared of him, you wouldn’t have fallen asleep on top of him, while watching movies on the couch in your house. He wished he could freeze time like this, and stay with her in his arms for the rest of his life, feeling almost drunk with his feelings for you.

As he was slowly starting to feel drowsy, your mother walked into the living room. "Oh dear—" she stopped as she noticed her daughter was deeply asleep. "Is she…?” She asked.

Remus felt his heart skip a beat as a sudden adrenaline rush woke him up and he looked at her mother. He nodded shyly, as he still wasn’t used to be seen in such intimate—although innocent— moments with his girlfriend. Holding hands in front of your parents, or even kissing her cheek felt weird, despite them knowing he was dating their daughter.

Remus nodded.

"Oh, okay…let her sleep. I was actually coming to talk to you, Remus," She said politely, sitting in the couch besides the one the two of you were cuddled.

"Me?” He whispered nervously.

"Yeah, the wind is awful and the rain is actually getting worse…"

"O-oh…"

"I wouldn’t like to send you home with the weather like this…" Your mother sighed softly as Remus blank-minded didn’t know what to expect. "You think you could give me your home;a phone number so I can ring your parents and ask them of it’s okay for you to spend the night here?”

"Sta-stay?” He stuttered shyly, as your mother chuckled.

"I mean, the it’s raining dogs and cats! Even driving would be dangerous under this conditions. But don’t get too excited, you g man, I’m going to ask you to keep the door to her room open at all times," She said.

"Ye-yeah…yes ma’am…" He stiffened. "I-I ca-can stay here in the couch and—"

"No, you can stay with her. She’d get mad if we left you to sleep on the couch. They’re not the most comfortable to spend the night on…For short naps they’re okay, but not for a full night sleep…" Your mother said with a cheeky smile. "Just promise me, no funny business, and door open at all times…"

"Yes ma’am. No funny business, door open always. I’ll give you my word…"

Your mother smiled softly and got up from the couch as she gently patted his shoulder. "I suggest you go to bed soon, or else, the both of you will get stiff necks and back pain…" She giggled. "Let me bring a bit of paper to write down your phone…"

Remus chuckled and agreed in a low voice as he watched your mother leave back into the kitchen. Shortly after she returned with a small notepad and Remus decided the phone y bed from memory before she returned to the kitchen and heard her half of the conversation regarding his stay and the bad weather. Perhaps his parents would be slightly scandalized and worried, but ultimately, he knew they’d appreciate your parents’ worry and good intentions. He’d already had the talk with his parents, and he knew that when he returned home, he’d have it again. But it was a price he was willing to pay if it meant spending the night with you. Even if nothing happened.

After the movie had ended, Remus woke you up slowly, gently, as he convinced you in your still half-asleep state to go to your room. He’d explained what had happened, but you were far too groggy with sleep, he guessed you wouldn’t remember the entire conversation the two of you had before you collapsed on your bed, falling asleep instantly.

To Remus it was hilarious, the ease with which you’d fall asleep, and how soundly you’d sleep. Keeping the door open as he promised, he took off his shoes and snuggled next to you, wrapping an arm around you, as you moved closer to him, and sighed deeply. You groaned something in your sleep, Remus couldn’t understand.

"What was that, bunny?" He whispered, calling you by the pet name he’d call you, somewhat convinced that if you were a witch and could transform into an animabas, or cast a patronum, it would be a bunny.

"Did you use magic to make it rain?” You slid your tongue lazily and tiredly. Remus chuckled.

"No, not really…But it sounds like a good idea for the future…" He chuckled.

"Hmm…" You moaned. "Either way, I’m glad you’re staying…" You yawned, making Remus yawn as well and making him smile.

"I am too, bun…" He purred.

"I love you, Rem…" Remus’s heart stopped for a second as those words escaped your lips for the first time, as he felt his cheeks blush. He cursed under his breath as he wished he’d been the first one to say it. He smiled and kissed the top of your head.

"I love you too, bunny…" He whispered softly as his arms tightened around you and you hid your face against his neck.

#remus lupin x you #remus lupin fanfiction #remus x you #remus lupin imagine #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin fluff #remus lupin #remus x reader #remus x y/n #the marauders imagine #the marauders fanfiction #the marauders

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