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butch--dean · 9 months

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Thinking about Dean during the Stanford era just before everything went down going to see Brokeback Mountain in theaters. He heard whispers about it but would deny that he knew anything about it if anyone had been around to ask. One night he sneaks into a theatre in a mid-sized town (not so big that it would be busy, not so small that he would stand out). He buys tickets for a different film and sneaks into a late-night showing, and makes sure to sit in the back so he can avoid the judgmental gaze of other patrons (they're not judging you, Dean, they're here for the same reason you are).

Thinking about Dean watching the slow-building yearning and the casual displays of intimacy and affection between Jack and Ennis during their summer ranching. Thinking about how they both go on to get married and have kids but continue to feel so deeply dissatisfied with their lives. Thinking about their reunion 4 years later and a kiss so frenzied that it bruised their noses. Thinking about twenty years of back-and-forth, of yearning for something one of them is too afraid of have. Thinking about the heartbreak of “I wish I knew how to quit you” and “sometimes I miss you so much I can’t hardly stand it” and "it's because of you, Jack, that I'm like this," and "there ain't ever enough time." Thinking about Dean silently breaking down during Ennis' call to Jack's widow, and again when he enters the closet of his lover's childhood bedroom to find a relic of their relationship, hidden away in a dark corner. Private. Loved.

When Dean left the theatre, he was a changed person - heartbroken for something that, in that very moment, he couldn't name within himself. I think that he carries the story with him throughout the series. Eventually, he is able to name that heartbreak - of loving someone so completely but never being able to say it. Of fearing what others would do if they knew, of having someone but never allowing yourself to actually have it.

Of course he sees the comparisons to be made between Cas and him. He sees what his insistence in believing in Cas, even when his gut tells him otherwise, means. He understands what is being left unspoken in long, drawn out gazes and crooked smiles. He knows that their post-death hugs and late nights spent chatting with each other while watching the old westerns that Dean loves mean so much more than they pretend.

I think that over the years, Dean would return to the film and re-mourn the loss of Jack. Over and over, on nights when Sam is out late researching in an archive and Dean knows he has a few hours alone. He has a torrented copy (because he can't risk the physical evidence being found, even after settling into the bunker). I think that Charlie probably downloaded for him, because of course - she knew. Maybe she slipped it in a batch of movies Dean requested from her, with a few of her own added in for good measure. He regrets never having the chance to thank her for that.

After Cas dies and goes to the empty, Dean hangs the jacket with the bloody handprint on the inside of his dresser door. He stands there and thinks about Ennis finding his and Jack's bloody shirts intertwined in a hidden spot in the back of his closet, together, after his death. Dean stands, staring at the jacket, heartbroken. He thinks about loving and losing and never-really-having. Of letting yourself bask in the sun, shining on your face. If he can't have Cas, he wishes that the universe, or Chuck, or whatever, had at least seen fit to have left him with Cas's trench coat to protect on the inside of his stained jacket. But it (or he) didn't, all he has left is the relic of his not-lover's handprint, marked in blood.

#hi this has been sitting in my drafts for several months and Jenna watching brokeback made me pull it back out #anyway I still have a lot of feelings about Dean and this movie #brokebacknatural #supernatural #destiel #my stuff #my writing

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chaotic-goodsir · 2 months

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Thinking about Spankoffski-Cross family headcanons again, the implications of Wilbur being 10 years younger than Annie and only 9 years older than Ted, and the story behind the 'Uncle Wiley' character...

(It's gonna be sad I'm sorry)

In 1992, 17-year-old Wilbur Cross graduates high school early with a place on a college physics course. It doesn't start until September, but he seizes the opportunity to escape his parents as soon as possible.

That summer, Wilbur moves in with his sister Annie and her family in Hatchetfield, and agrees to help out by babysitting his 8-year-old nephew Teddy. He even brings a bunch of his old superhero comics in the hope of winning the kid's approval.

Teddy knows he has an uncle - his mom sometimes mentions her brother (she always calls him Wiley), but he's never met or spoken to him before. His grandparents down in Georgia, who he's also never met, made sure of that. He's always assumed his uncle must be a grown-up like his parents, so he's surprised when 'Uncle Wiley' turns out to be a teenager.

Naturally, the first thing Teddy asks Wilbur when he meets him is: 'Why aren't you old?'

Wilbur is slightly terrified by the prospect of looking after an 8-year-old. But after a few months helping Teddy learn how to ride a bike and listening to his nephew ramble about random kid nonsense (he ends up learning a lot about Transformers that summer) he decides it isn't so bad.

Getting to spend time with his sister and her husband isn't too bad either. Annie teaches him how to make chilli so he won't starve at college, and Ed tries to convince him to cut his hair (he doesn't).

As the summer goes on, the 'why aren't you old?' thing turns into an in-joke between Wilbur and Teddy - each adding more to the Uncle Wiley character until he becomes a pipe-smoking sailor with a beard and a silly voice (since Teddy loves doing impressions so much). Before Wilbur leaves, Teddy draws him a picture of Uncle Wiley. It's far from a work of art, but it ends up on the wall in Wilbur's room at college - much to the amusement of his roommate.

Thirteen years later, Ted Spankoffski is halfway through his own college course, depressed and disillusioned after losing Jenny to Andy Kilgore. He's hungover (or maybe still half-drunk) on a Saturday morning when his mom calls, almost in tears, to tell him his uncle has been declared missing in action.

That sobers him up pretty quickly.

The last time he saw his uncle alive was at Pete's christening. Wilbur asked how his first year of college was going, and seemed genuinely interested, though he was surprised Teddy chose to study IT and not theatre. They joked about the old sailor character and the impressions Teddy used to do.

(Ted never learned exactly what Wilbur did for a living, something to do with science and the military, but he was always vague about the details.)

The drawing - paper now yellowed and crumpled at the edges - returns to the Spankoffskis (along with a box of old science fiction novels and a few other things of Wilbur's that John felt ought to be sent back to his family). Ted keeps it. Sometimes, when he's not sure how to be a good big brother to Pete, he takes it out and thinks about that summer in 1992, and the teenage uncle who helped him finally learn how to ride a bike.

In 2019, the homeless man who currently sleeps outside Hatchetfield Mall starts to notice posters going up for some new children's toy. At first it's not the toy that interests him, but the mascot character holding it - and the toy company's name.

It's strange. He's sure he had an Uncle Wiley once - his uncle might even have been a sailor, like the one on the posters, with a pipe and a beard and a funny voice...

The homeless man decides he's going to buy one of the Wiggly dolls. It will make Petey happy. It will prove he's a good big brother, despite the mess his life and mind have become. And if it really is his Uncle Wiley selling the toys, then he should support a family business, shouldn't he? His dad always used to say the Spankoffskis were entrepreneurs.

He might even get a discount. That would be nice.

With a determined smile, the homeless man counts up all the money he has to his name, tucks it into his pocket, and joins the queue outside Toyzone on Black Friday.

#cw grief #cw family loss #hatchetfield #hatchetverse #starkid #ted spankoffski #uncle wiley #wilbur cross #hatchetfield headcanons #black friday starkid

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thegaangneedstherapy · 1 year

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Zukka fic list part 2

On ice we fall (in love)

Zuko and Sokka rivals to friends to lovers slowburn competitive figure skating AU.

Foolsong

Zuko is an idiot trying to get over a breakup, Sokka is a hockey boy, and online dating isn't really that awful.

Blue

Iroh insists they create a new life and identity in Ba Sing Se. Zuko wants nothing more than to bide his time until his next opportunity to return home, until he realizes ‘Lee’ can get away with things Zuko never could.

Zuko dons the mantle of the Blue Spirit again only to los e his focus when the Avatar comes to the city. This time, however, his attention is drawn to the annoying Southern Tribe warrior.

winter solstice: an addendum

Zuko gets imprisoned with Sokka and Katara during the winter solstice, and some very unfortunate things come to light. Alternatively: the gaang kidnaps adopts Zuko in book one after discovering just how awful his father is.

I'll Come Back Someday (For You)

“We’ll be together someday. I won’t stop looking until I find you again.”

Those words, Sokka thought, were a blessing.

After living through several lives without Zuko, they now feel like a curse.

They were the last words Sokka muttered to the Fire Lord on his death bed after saving Avatar Korra from an attempted kidnapping, and while he meant them, he didn't know that they would come true.

Yet, he tried, tried, tried again, and after cycling into his fourth life, he's starting to give up hope.

All until he walks into the Jasmine Dragon right next to Republic City University's campus.

(i'm sorry but) i'm just thinking of the right words to say

Zuko is the last person Sokka expects to end up as his roommate when he starts college. Sokka is the last person Zuko expects to befriend when he starts his whole life over. And no one who knows a thing about their shared past expects them to end up together. Except, maybe, Toph.

There's Bound To Be A Ghost At The Back Of Your Closet

Zuko needs a new dad, and Hakoda volunteers. A story spanning Zuko's old life, new life, and beyond

running right back to you

the air conditioning stops working at the Jasmine Dragon, and it's miserable until a cute stranger makes it a bit more bearable

Sorry, I Have to Move to Alaska!

Following a lengthy legal battle with Ozai, Iroh has full custody of his niece and nephew. Desperate to get Zuko and Azula away from Ozai (just in case) Iroh buys a tea shop in Anchorage, Alaska.

Sokka has been living in Anchorage since birth and nothing interesting ever happens in this city. Except less than a month into this school year, the mysterious new kid with a facial scar beats up a well-known student in first period.

purrfect for each other

because sometimes, it takes going to a cat café four times to realize you're in love with your best friend

The World We Dream About

A HS Theatre Kid AU where the gaang is in Hadestown, featuring all our favorite high school nostalgia moments and way too many tropes

when i'm set alight

“I’m going to go practice some firebending forms,” Zuko says stiffly, running a hand through the tangles in his hair. “Tell Aang to join me if he wants to once he wakes up.” Gold eyes dart up to where Aang had strung up a makeshift hammock and was still sleeping soundly, snoring like a buffalo yak.

“Alright,” Sokka says, watching as he walks out without another word, evidently having reverted back into his usual brooding self. “Have fun!” He calls after Zuko loudly, which he means to be sarcastic, but comes out painfully, embarrassingly sincere. His face burns, and as soon as Zuko passes out of sight into the the temple, Katara turns to him, leveling him with a Look.

“You like him.” She says, and it’s not a question.

Born Lucky

Zuko knew this would happen one day.

He really should've prepared better.

Of course, he'd imagined something like this many times. He'd see him-- or anyone from high school, really-- and he wouldn't even be recognized. They'd be immediately enamored with him and wouldn't even pause to think he looked like that one girl from high school.

Instead, he has a 24-year-old Sokka cradling a swollen wrist and smiling awkwardly up at Zuko.

like we're made of starlight

When former High Imperial Prince and Sith Acolyte Zuko defects to the rebellion Commander Sokka is tasked to keep an eye on him and bring him into the fold.

#atla #avatar the last airbender #zukka #zuko #zuko x sokka #sokka x zuko #zukka fic rec #fanfiction #sokka #zukka fanfic #trans zuko #long post #ao3 link #archive of our own #ao3

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glitterslag · 1 year

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eddie hasn't been cuddled - y'know like really cradled - since he was a little kid.

when he first comes to live with wayne as this angry, skinny little twelve year old, he's averse to all touch. He bristles with it. Wayne swears he can almost hear it, sometimes, the invisible forcefield he's built around himself, humming like an electric fence.

but eddie's heart is soft beneath all that barbed wire, and he grows out of it in a couple years. Whether it's down to the relative stability of wayne's care, or just the growing pains of adolescence relieving themselves with the passage of time, is another story.

wayne isn't really a hugger himself, anyway, more likely to plump for a hair tousle or a clap to the back whenever eddie makes him proud. Still, it makes him happy to see him growing up kind and affectionate despite it all, against all the odds, really, so he tolerates it, just about, when his boy gets big enough to lift him off his feet in a bone-crushing embrace.

"damn fuckin' menace..." is all he'll say, harrumphing and readjusting his cap before going back to tending to the dinner or tinkering with his car or whatever he happens to be doing, and he hopes it sounds like "i love you too, kid."

it's true. Despite his less than ideal upbringing, eddie really has no trouble with affection at all. Especially not with his new girlfriend. Lately, he finds he's pulling her in for a hug anytime he gets a spare minute, whether it's in the line at the movie theatre or if he's sneaking up behind her as she's stirs a saucepan full of dinner.

the first time chrissy holds him, though, eddie breaks down in tears.

it comes at him out of nowhere. They're sharing a joint in bed, blankets drawn up over their naked forms and a record that needs cleaning playing soft and grainy in the background. Typically, after sex, he'll scoop chrissy into his arms and they'll lay that way for some time, quite often until wayne yells at him through the door to take the girl home before her momma goes ballistic. It's always pretty difficult to let her go. This time, though, it's her reaching for him. And it blindsides him.

she's gazing down at him in her lap, a blonde angel in the lamplight playing with his hair and when she brushes back the bangs from his forehead to give him a kiss, he just bursts into these heaving, uncontrollable sobs.

"i'm sorry, i'm sorry" is all he can splutter out, over and over again as he rolls over to plant his face into her stomach. "i don't know what's happening right now." Mercifully, she just holds him tighter and doesn't ask him any questions.

he writes it off as one of those weird body things that happen sometimes and tries not to think of it again, and it's not until weeks later that he realises. No girl has ever done that to him before. No girl has ever touched him nicely. He's had sex before chrissy, sure, but none of those people ever stuck around to listen to records after. He's not even sure he would've wanted them to.

of course, it would be entirely too mortifying to say any of that out loud, but the next time they're in bed together and she reaches straight for him with this knowing look in her eyes, he realises she's probably already figured it all out anyway. She always was way smarter than him. Thankfully, he doesn't tear up this time.

eddie munson sure knows how to love, but learning to be loved in return, as it turns out, can take a little more time. It's a good job he's got all the time in the world.

#some touch starved eddie for your sunday afternoon #btw do not fear wayne is not huggy but he's very loving and in fact he is very fond of giving eddie a lil kiss on the head!!!#its just that girlhugs get him right in the mommy issues u see #hellcheer #btw had to make the font larger cuz it wasn't showing up in the tag :'(

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professorcalculusstanaccount · 1 year

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Bro I love you so much /p as someone who read the whole Tintin's comics multiple times as a child, saw the different movies and related smh sometimes to this wild lil belgian/french dude, seing your stuff makes me so goddamn happy.

I'm not at a super good time in my life rn. But seeing that some people still love those comics to the point of being hella creative about it reminds me how happy I was, at the time, when I was reading those on my mom's old ass MacBook in primary/elementary school, or on the floor of the living room with my dad's comics that were a bit falling apart becausd he had them for so long ; and then I was joyfully doing stories about it by myself too ! I now remember how badly I wanted to be like Tintin growing up ! Wow ! My trans ass just realised that !

I'll probably start to read them again tonight, you smh woke up my actual first hyperfixation of all time I think. Also I spent maybe one full hour sending all your stuff to my gf tonight because I was so happy and my connection sucks ah-

Have a good time in life, honestly you're amazing ! (and sorry for the grammar/syntax/spelling mistakes ! My french ADHD ass can't write anymore in english)

Oh wow. oh man. Thank you so much for sending this to me, I know you sent it some time ago and I'm sorry I took a long time to respond, but this really means a lot to me!

I'm also transmasc and can relate to fictional characters being formative in childhood (though for some reason I never related to Tintin? he was just Too Perfect for me. I definitely related to Haddock as a kid. maybe i had Issues lol).

The way Tintin performs gender is super appealing, I genuinely believe his unique way of presenting gender was a large factor in his global popularity - he was a total badass without alienating people who don't relate to "traditional" Western forms of masculinity! A petite androgynous guy who loved musical theatre and dressed his little dog in ribbons and was never mocked for it. Really makes him stand out from a lot of male action heroes of the time.

I hope you're in a better place now, it's been a rough couple of years recently. Thank you so much for taking the time to write to me, especially in English!

#this ask reached directly into my soul #fanart #animation #2d animation #tintin #adventures of tintin #gif #asks #trans #i have So Many messages in my inbox and i am definitely working to answer as many as i can #you guys have sent me some incredibly thoughtful stuff #lgbt

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criminalmindswhore · 7 months

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Praying

This is definitely going to give off 2014 Wattpad vibes but sue me I guess.

Basically, Emily finds out you can sing during a random karaoke night with the team.

After the case you just had, hearing Morgan say, "Drinks when we land?" was music to your ears. You needed a whiskey as soon as possible to wash down the bad taste in your mouth. This case was full of bad fathers who spent years ignoring their mistakes. It made you sick and felt too close to home. Your own dad treated you awful your entire life just to act like nothing ever happened when you were an adult.

As soon as the plane landed you were en route to the bar, Rossi and Hotch being the designated drivers. In your work clothes still, you all filled into a booth at the bar closest to the BAU. Your blazer is long discarded into your go bag, sleeves rolled up on your button-up. Emily could sense your anger from a mile away, holding your hand under the table to let you know she knew. Emily knew about your relationship with your parents and from the second the case was presented it would mess with your head.

Penelope slid into the booth beside you as she met you guys there, "Guys, it's karaoke night!" She beamed with excitement as she filled out the slip to get in line. "Hey, Pen hand me one." You smiled at the blonde as her mouth hung open, "Y/n! You've never sung in front of us before!" She handed you a slip and a pink pen from her purse. Emily looked at you confused. You jotted your name down and song choice, "I can take both of ours up there Penny."

As Penny finished absolutely rocking a Brittany song, you heard your name be called to sing. A knot formed in your stomach knowing the reaction that was to come from your performance but, singing always helped you cope so it was worth it, you hoped. Praying by Kesha started playing and the entire team immediately turned towards you. Penny smiling so big at you, phone out to record, Morgan staring at you with concern, and Emily. Your sweet Emily had moved to sit directly in front of the stage. She smiled at you sweetly as you started.

Well, you almost had me fooled Told me that I was nothing without you Oh, but after everything you've done I can thank you for how strong I have become

Tears welled in your eyes as your anger brew. Everyone in the bar was gone in your mind and, all that you saw was your dad. Screaming at you the day of your graduation, "You are never going to amount to anything."

'Cause you brought the flames and you put me through hell I had to learn how to fight for myself And we both know all the truth I could tell I'll just say this is "I wish you farewell"

JJ's mouth was wide open in awe. She knew you had theatre background but your voice was unexpected. Garcia reached over and grabbed Morgans's hand knowing the words were hitting him too.

I hope you're somewhere prayin', prayin' I hope your soul is changin', changin' I hope you find your peace Falling on your knees, prayin'

At this point hot, angry tears were rolling down your cheeks, Emily's too. Emily with childhood trauma of her own, knew that yours was totally different and could not imagine treating a kid that way.

I'm proud of who I am No more monsters, I can breathe again And you said that I was done Well, you were wrong and now the best is yet to come 'Cause I can make it on my own, oh And I don't need you, I found a strength I've never known I'll bring thunder, I'll bring rain, oh When I'm finished, they won't even know your name

Your anger was peaking as you hit the note at the end of the bridge, not caring about the accuracy of the notes. It was never to sound good, or have a healthy belt but to get some sort of release. The voice of your dad ringing in your ears, "Again Y/N, hit the note. Now." The karaoke version skips part of the song sending you into overdrive to prep for the whistle note.

Ah sometimes, I pray for you at night, oh Someday, maybe you'll see the light Whoa oh, some say, in life, you're gonna get what you give

You felt your hands shaking with anger as you grabbed the mic, pulling it off the stand and taking in a deep breath. You wanted to hit this note so loud he could hear it back home. Remembering how he never saw any of your shows, it took you over the edge.

But some things only God can forgive

You hit the note perfectly, holding it as long as your lungs would allow you. A deep burning in your chest cut you off and you finally opened your eyes, making eye contact with Spencer from across the bar. His eyes were full of tears. The show of emotion from the regularly held-together genius made you cry harder,

Yeah! (I hope you're somewhere prayin', prayin') I hope your soul is changin', changin' I hope you find your peace Falling on your knees, prayin'

The last line came out as a whisper and you put the mic back in the stand. Stepping off the stage, Emily wrapped her arms around you. She pulled your face into her chest to shield you from the crowd as you cried. People cheered, clapped, and some even awed. You let it all out on her chest, your shaky arms barely holding her back. Emily rubbed your head and whispered sweet nothings into your ear, "Let it all our sweet girl." After you finished crying, she wiped the tears off your face, blowing slightly to help your face dry. "You ready to go sit down and drink your whiskey?" You nodded and smiled at her, grateful for the woman you got.

Garcia was fast to stand up and engulf you in a hug, her phone still recording on the table, "Pen! You filmed me?" She smiled and wiped a tear away, "Well I tried but I got too emotional." Derek had a smug look on his face. You slid back into the booth now sandwiched between him and Emily. You took a swig from your glass letting the burning cold liquid soothe your now, sore throat. "What Morgan?" He chuckled and held his beer up to you, "I knew you had a secret talent Y/N, you were too boring." You scoffed at him as everyone laughed. Emily grabbed your hand and kissed the back of it, "Seriously honey, you have a wonderful voice." You smiled at her, nothing but love in your gaze.

Hotch finally spoke up, "We love you YN, you know that right?" He had a slight smile toying on his lips. You looked at him, "I do. You and Rossi have become the parts of a father I never got and I cannot thank you for it enough." He finally smiled fully and Rossi patted your back. Penelope finally broke the serious undertones of the conversation, "So Y/N I want to hear all about your past roles, right now." Side conversations started as you told Pen about every role, every show, and every mishap of rehearsals. Emily just stared at you, so glad you finally were sharing this side of you, even if it wasn't intentional.

#emily prentiss fanfic #criminal minds #emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss #criminalmindsxreader #derek morgan #spencer reid #aaron hotchner #jennifer jareau

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lordeemailarchive · 1 month

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A note from Lorde

(27/03/2024) ("Take Me to the River" cover release)

Hey you, it's me

Today my version of "take Me To The River" from the Stop Making Sense compilation comes out. Do you remember the first time you ever heard Talking Heads? I'll tell you my story.

Ok, it's 2008. I'm twelve years old, eyes painted black, jaw blasted with acne. My bedroom is a nest of posters, broken toys, street signs. I've kissed with tongue.

Something's happening to me: i am beginning to ooze out in every direction. I feel a constant burning urge to express myself, to draw a map that leads to who l am. I can't get it right; there's deep discomfort in this, and I have no choice but to keep trying.

At the same time, I'm realising that if I look at a picture or listen to a song sometimes a surge of feeling will take over my whole body. In this way, I can remove my strange-feeling insides and replace them with whatever I want. I can't predict what exactly will do this to me, so I have to try everything. Things are either corny, or they're cool. Occasionally, the thing that replaces my insides is a total mystery to me, not corny or cool but somehow both, and through this feeling I have my first experiences with the divine.

My mother, an artist herself, sees the ooze. She brings her laptop into my room one night and puts on a Youtube video. It's grainy, 240p at best. In the video I see a band from another time performing on a TV show. The lead singer wears a suit, has high cheekbones and slicked-back dark hair. To his left a blonde girl plays bass. They stand in pools of light. The dark haired man is singing a song about wanting someone, not being sure why. He is a preacher, a controlled fire, a wild animal. He's moving like ive never seen anyone move, and his eyes are rolling back in his head. He knows how it feels to kiss with tongue. The wifi signal drops in and out from downstairs.

I feel a portal open between me and the screen. Humour, lust, rhythm and ritual course through me. I don't understand what I'm feeling, but I do understand that the band in the grainy video live with the same strangeness that I do. My palms tingle. My insides are replaced.

This version of the first Talking Heads song I ever heard was done in a few days in Echo Park, L.A. with my friend Jimmy. It's my interpretation of that pixellated spiritual experience. We did it fast, I didn't let myself tidy it up too much, it had to feel young and imperfect, the peeling posters, the jaw of acne. It's beyond a great honour to be part of this compilation. In doing so, I am reaching back through time and pinning something to that kid's wall.

Hope you like it

PS* Immediately after that Top of the Pops clip finished, I had my first of many, many viewings of Stop Making Sense. I am truly changed as I know you were too by that group of people on the Pantages stage moving together with warmth, strangeness and pure cool. It was so great to go to the theatre and feel that again on a big screen. Love to DB, Tina, Jerry and Chris, and to Lynn, Edna, Alex, Steve, and Bernie Worrell.

(source: A24 newsletter)

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starkandthewaynes · 2 months

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Bengal & Lennox

Ch. 2

"Hey check it out, only a couple days back, and the Wyane Family News account is already trying to inform people about ya, Lynx." Jason says, as the two are making their way into his apartment. "Damn, bitch you live like this?" Lennox asks, as they walk around the apartment. "Excuse me, I'm cooking you food." He says as they smile at each other. "Missed ya, Lynx." he says as they hug. "Bengal, I lova ya, but there are bullet holes in your bathroom."

"Get better decore, then." Lynx says, as the two chuckle. "So, what's this plan of yours for after school, Lynx?" Jason asks, as he gets out the ingredients for some spaghetti and garlic bread. "Well, you know that I'm triple majoring and double minoring, right?" Lennox asks as Jason nods. "Yeah, yeah, I get it, your like a super genius, I remember." He says as they roll their eyes. "Yeah, well, this super genius is gonna help kids who are from the alley." Lennox says as they help grease the pan for the garlic bread. "I'm starting a non-profit under the Martha Wayne Foundation to help impoverished parts of the city get theatre and literature. I wanna start theatre camps for kids and adults, and I'm gonna get some 'shops' set up where everyone can come in and read or do some studying or writing and even have ope mic nights." Lennox says as Jason nods. "That sounds nice, can I do anything to help?" He asks, as Lennox smiles. "You could volunteer sometimes, do some reading for the kids, or protection for the open mics." Lennox says as he nods. The oven's beeping brings them back to making dinner.

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------"Kyo, you liking Gotham's weather? Reminding you of home?" Lennox asks, petting Kyo's head. He purs in response, as Lennox looks out the window. They jump back a little at the ghosts and shades. "Yeah, i'm liking Gotham, too." They whisper, as they take a picture of Kyo. Maybe the ghosts will leave them alone; then again some of Jonny's luck has rubbed off over the years. And people say Gotham is cursed.

Yeah, Lennox was used to rainy days in London, so the rin aspect didn't bug 'em, but with the rain came a lot more spirits, and those were different between London and Gotham. For one thing most of London spirits were a little polite, they left Lennox alone when it was raining, but Gotham spirits, well, there's a reason there's not a whole lot of clairvoyants in Gotham. "Mreow?" Kyo mews as Lennox stands up. "Need some alone time, Kyo." Lennox says, as they leave their phone on the bed.

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"Forget something?" Dick asks, as he climbs up on the roof, as Lennox jumps a little. "Kyo knew where I was." Lennox snips, as Dick scoffs. "Kyo is a cat, Nox, no one can talk to him!" Dick shouts as Lennox looks away. "Okay, sorry, I know, I'm not Jason, but you can talk to me, you know? That's what older brothers are for." He says, sitting next to Lennox, as they sit up. "Sorry, it's just that, I uh." The sentence dies is Lennox's throat. Everything they could say right now just sounded like an excuse, or empty and hollow.

"Yeah, I get it." Dick sighs, as he looks at the roof tiles and Lennox looks up at the sky. "I'm sorry you got sent away, sorry I didn't reach out more." Dick says, as the silent tears mix with the rain on Lennox's face. "Yeah well, I wasn't a peach to be around, so I don't blame bruce for sending me away. And as for you reaching out; I had a phone too." Lennox says, as they finally look at Dick. "I brought you something." Dick says as Lennox tilts their head as Dick brings out their phone. "Do me a favor, text Jay, he's worried about you." Dick says as Lennox nods.

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------"This sounded like a liquor kinda conversation, but I don't know what you like, so I got us a whole lot." Jason says as Lonnox lets themself in. "I'm a rum and diet coke bitch." Lennox says as Jason nods. "Good to know." Jay says, fixing their drink. "So, what's eating ya?" Jason asks, sitting down. "Gotham's cursed." They whisper, as jason's mid-sip. "Shit, your powers." Jason says, setting down his glass. "Yeah, um, so about those." Lennox starts, rubbing the back of their neck. "They're uh, magical in nature." Lennox says, as Jason tilts his head, then his eyes widen. "You live in Constantine's backyard." He says as they nod. "Yeah, yeah, I do." Lennox says as Jason shakes his head. "You know even I couldn't get him to teach me magic, no matter how many times I asked, it was always magic comes with a heavy price." The twins say together. "Yeah, I know, it was the first thing he said when I called him about my gifts, but then I told him I was seeing darker shit in my school's faculty lounge then I ever did in Gotham." Lennox says, taking a sip. "That got his attention. Apparently, no one told him I could see shit that goes bump in the night." Lennox says, downing the last of their drink.

"Yeah, don't think we ever told Bruce either." Jason says, as Lennox nods. "We didn't wanna tell him, cause I saw his dead mother and father hanging around the manner along with a couple other Waynes." Lennox says as he nods. "Right, I remember, you, you wouldn't sleep in your room by yourself." Jason says as they nod. "Yeah, well, you try sleeping when a ghost jazz singer keeps singing to you." Lennox says as Jason shrugs. "So you called Uncle John, and he agreed to help ya." Jason surmises as Lennox nods. "Yeah, and well, in order to learn from Uncle Johnny, ya kinda have to go along with him." Lennox says as Jason nods. "What'd you use?" Jason asks, as Lennox smirks. "Lark." Lennox answers, as Jason nods. Before the drinks became to heavy, Jason pulls out his phone.

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#batfam #jason todd #tim drake #dick grayson #damian wayne #bruce wayne #steph brown #cassandra cain #duke thomas #batfam social media #my ocs #Lennox Pierce

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morganaa-writings · 6 months

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Romeo x Male!Reader x P (NSFW)

Note/warnings: So it's my first time writing smut so it might not be the greatest, there's a bit of a scene setting at the start, P learning about the readers anatomy through visual practice and well...horni guys r horni lmaoo

Minors DNI

Panting and footsteps was all that was heard as you and your companion were running from a puppet that basically sucked all of your throwables and health vials, with nothing on you at this point you and your friend rushed into the Estella Opera House and shut the two large doors behind you.

"Who's idea was it to try THAT?!" your breathless voice spat at P, the one you picked up from the hotel. P looked at you with a slight glare before pointing at you, since he was a puppet he wasn't that emotional but he was learning as you helped him sometimes at the hotel (Sophia kindly asked you and you didn't have the heart to say no to her). You gave a look back, "If we had just threw that one last one at its face we could've beat it!" you argued back as P walked closer to you at looked directly into your eyes before letting out a huff, "you are the one that missed..." "gah-!" you choked before sighing, it's true that you did miss the shot, he wasn't wrong about that. "Alright, alright, I'm sorry for snapping... I was just...scared" you said softly, P's gaze softened before he gave your hand a soft squeeze, from only knowing him for a few days you grew close with the puppet and came to enjoy his company.

"Right, there should be a stargazer somewhere around here, yeah? Lets find one" you spoke and pulled P along by his hand and walked towards another set of two doors, "damn..locked" you hissed as you placed your hands on your hips, you saw P walk past and readied his legion arm but you grabbed his arm, "wait a minute, pretty boy. We don't want the whole place crashing down on us, let's find a different way through", you got your sword out just in case any other enemies decided to show up and not realising the stare P was giving you. 'Pretty boy?' he thought, he knew it was a compliment and that you didn't mean much of it but something stirred in him when you said that. He liked it and wouldn't mind you saying it again.

He shook his head and walked to your side and pulled out his own sword, standing by your side as if something was ready to attack at any time.

Aaaaaand of course you ran into trouble with prancing ballerina puppet girls and singing spider women because WHY would things be easy for you two? You and P ran faster than ever to the two golden doors and P pulling them open before grabbing you and closing the doors behind you. You groaned as your feet hurted you, there was no stargazer because of course not, you sat on the floor agianst the chair and rubbed your hands on your knees as P crouched next to you looking concerned. "(Y/n)..." his soft voice called, you waved him off with a smile "I'm okay, P. Just fucking exhausted..." you sighed as you looked around the massive room. It was some sort of theatre stage for shows you reckon and looked to your right to see two non moving puppets, as if someone placed them there for a reason. You frowned as you pulled yourself up and walked towards the stage with P following close to you, you jumped a little as the play started with the one standing up and placing something in the one sitting down before it stood up and bowed.

P watched with you as you turned to each other, the floor started to rumble and before you could register you were pulled away by P as a giant puppet dropped down to the floor and looked at you two. "You have got to be fucking kidding me...we aren't exactly ready to fight this thing!" you exclaimed as P readied his word, "stay" was all he said as he went to attack the giant puppet. "No way! I'm not letting you fight this thing alone-", "STAY" was what he yelled making you jump as P never yelled, he really didn't want you to get hurt or worse, killed.

All you could do is watch as you really did feel the exhaustion coming on now, luckily P manage to take the giant puppet down...and it exploded. You blinked as you watched debris fall and the curtains were set alight but it wasn't over. You noticed a blonde puppet within the larger on, assuming it was male, he looked up at P before jumping out the pocket he was nestled in and aimed what looked like a scythe like weapon. You couldn't even keep track as their blades clashed with one another, you starting to worry as P clearly was getting slower and slowler. You gasped as the blonde puppet kicked P to the floor and aimed his weapon at P who was twitching- his legion arm was wrecked. You groaned as you ran towards them, you didn't care if you were striked down you HAD to save P.

Your heart raced as you swung your own sword to the puppets weapon, a loud clang was heard as you pushed agianst the puppets own strength- this wasn't getting better. "Leave...us...ALONE!" you growled as you pushed more into him.

Suddenly, the puppet easied its strength as he stared at you almost recognizing you..."(Y/n)?" his voice called. Wait, what? How did this puppet know your name? "How do you...?" "It's me, Romeo!" his voice rang almost happily? "I- We lived at the Monad Charity house with Carlo!" the puppet almost seemed to smile at you. "I...I don't reconigse you...", he seemed to falter at that, "I see...it has been years so I'm not surprised."

You were then pulled into a hug by the taller puppet. "But it's good to see you..." he whispered as he glanced over your shoulder, "...and Carlo." he finished his sentence. "Carlo..? No, that's P..." you replied, "P? So that's what he's called you...", Romeo loosened his grip on you slighty but still held you close. You turned to P as P glared at the puppet holding you. This stirred something in P...was it jealously? He didn't like the way the other male was holding you and it seemed like Romeo noticed. "P...we don't have to fight. We vowed to fight by each others side with (Y/n) in the charity house..." he spoke as he looked down at you, "and (Y/N)...you've grown."

He looked at you up and down making you blush, it felt like he was checking you out. He let out a chuckle, "we made a promise...all three of us that we'd be by each others side no matter what." You shook your head, it felt like you knew him but you couldn't quite remember, if you did grow up with him like he says then now what?

You gently pushed Romeo away, "this is all..." you trailed off before being pulled into a sterdy chest, looking up you saw P with an almost...child like pout on his face? Was he jealous? "We don't have to fight...in fact join me. Both of you. Like old times...kind of." Romeo spoked as P pouted more, "No." was all he said as Romeo only gave a soft gaze. It was quiet before he spoked up, "you're aiming to become human right? I'm going to guess you don't have...all the parts" there was a hint of teasing in the taller puppets voice. P tilted his head not understanding as Romeo continued, "we- i mean, me, Carlo and you, (Y/N) also promised to share ourselves with each other as a sort of..pact. We never got to do it with the events that took place and...it would be nice to complete that pact. I've missed you both and not to mention, have you ever wondered what parts you'd have, P?"

There was that question again, P looked at you confused as it took you a few minutes to register what Romeo meant. Then your face went bright red. "W-WHAT? W-WAIT...are implying using MY body as way to...'show' P what he'd have? DOWN THERE?!" you exclaimed making Romeo chuckle, "Of course if you're comfortable with that, I would never want you to feel uncomfortable". Your face was red as P turned to you, "what...would I have?" and there he goes, thanks Romeo.

"I..w-well since your guy you...ahem..." you felt so awkward, "you would have a...manhood let's say!", P tilted his head, "Manhood? What does it look like?" He asked innocently, you glared at Romeo and got a small smirk in response.

"Puppets don't have them as there's no use but humans...they use it for procreating or for simple pleasure." Romeo explained as P blinked and immediatly said, "I...want to please (Y/n)..." you immediatly looked at him, "y-you do?!"

P nodded making you fluster up more, "I..." it wasn't a lie that you were attracted to him but to show him you in all your glory no less?! I mean, this could only be educational, right? P will one day be a full human so maybe doing this will help him in the future? Wait, what?! You couldn't believe you were thinking of it! You felt a P grasp your hand and lean in close, almost shy like, "I...want to learn and...please you..." his voice was small, as if not wanting to say the wrong thing. You gulped as you looked at the two puppets. "it's...just us right? in this room?" you asked Romeo who gave a firm nod, "yes, just us." You looked down at your own feet before lookin up at the puppets, "o-okay...I'll do it..."

P strightened up as if excited and Romeo moved close to you gently holding your hand, "it's going to be okay, you can stop at any time..." he reassured you. You nodded.

You couldn't believe you were doing this, you were placed between the two puppets and sitting on the floor with Romeo behind you as you were in between him with P facing you and sitting on his knees watching you intently. You took a deep breath and began to unbutton your shirt, luckily you were only wearing that and everyday pants so it wouldn't take too long to get undressed. You felt cold metal hands gently pull the shirt from your shoulders, you shivered as the cold air hit your naked skin as you kept your gaze to the ground, face burning. P watched as Romeo reached his hand outward to him, he went to reach out and hesitated "it's okay..." Romeo said softly, P nodded and placed his hand in Romeos before it was pulled to you chest, P could almost feel the heat coming off your body and even hearing a slight thud- that must've been your heart. He place his hand on where your heart is and felt your heart beat in a rhythmic pattern, sometimes it skipped a beat.

Is this what it was like to have a human heart? He wanted that, it felt good, almost music like to him. He moved closer and had the sudden the urge to softly grope at your chest which made you bite your lip, stifling a moan. P noticed and it stirred something in him again- he wanted more. He wanted to hear your voice. You gasped as you felt Romeos cold hand touch your hip making you arch your back, "C-cold..." you whimpered, "I can warm you up..." Romeo whispered in your ear as you heard gears rolling inside his chest and feeling sudden warmth coming from his hand, you let out a soft sigh. You gazed up at P in shyness, "You can...touch more...I don't mind" you gave him a smile. P nodded and closed in on you and used his legion arm- which thankfully was okay right now- as he gently traced your skin, his lips slightly a part as he softly gazed at you.

He felt his mechanical heart turn as if beating. Gaining some confidence, he moved his thumb on his legion side and pressed it against your bud making you whimper. P stopped before doing it again making you whimper again, he realised you liked this and kept gently touching you as well as doing it to your other bud making you arch your back a little more.

You felt Romeos hand slowly slip down your hip and grazing your pants, "ready for this?" he asked softly, you nodded slowly "j-just give me a second..." P stopped touching you, you looked up at him before leaning into your face. "You make...nice sounds..." he spoke, his lips getting closer to yours. "I-I do?" you asked breathlessly, he nodded "can I...kiss you, P?" you asked as P perked up and nodded pretty enthusiastically. You leaned in and cupped his face before leaning in and softly pressing your lips against his, something ticked inside him and he felt warm. "Heh, close your eyes buddy" Romeo spoke up seemingly enjoying the show, P took the advice and closed his eyes as he felt you kiss deeper. He jumped a little as he felt something soft and wet touch his lips, it must be your tongue and as if on command he opened his lips a little allowing you enter him.

You softly moaned as so did he which was...new. No one complained though as P leaned in more to taste you his hand resting against your thigh before he felt something hard as he pulled away with a string of saliva following after. He looked down and saw your hard on, he glanced up at you and Romeo.

You allowed Romeo to unbutton your trousers, you leaned back into the taller puppet as he pulled your member out which was now hard and leaking precum. P looked down at it, almost entranced by it. This is what he would have when he becomes human. He saw how hot and bothered you were getting and felt something turn inside his stomach which shouldn't be possible but it felt good to him. Romeo gently wrapped his fingers around your leaking member and began to slowly rub it up and down making you gasp as you leaned futher into Romeo, he used his free hand to gently place under your chin to make you looked him from the side as he leaned his head in and kissed you, unfortunately he wasn't soft like P and his lips couldn't move than much but that didn't matter as you softly licked his cold lips and pressed your own against his.

P pouted feeling a little left out as he wanted to touch you too, looked to see your member twitching slightly in pleasure, he had gotten the sudden urge to lick it and leaned down and gave it a soft lick making you gasp in the kiss with Romeo before you looked down at him. He looked up innocently, tilting his head with a small smile. Well...at least he was getting more confident. But where the hell did he learn to do that?

"A-ah, P...thats- mmm...." you gasped as P wrapped his fingers around your member and gave another lick, you grasped his hair as you panted and gasped. Oh this was doing something to the gears in P, he loved seeing like you like this and he wanted more, if only he had a member of his own he could get the same treatment but for now he was more than happy giving you pleasure.

But he wanted to feel you against him, he sat up and proceded to take off his coat, "(Y/n)...I want to hold you too..." Romeo chuckled, "of course, can't be selfish now, can I?" you looked at P before moving into his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your head in his neck. He could feel the warmth of your face and your member against his own groin which made him feel excited. You ran your fingers through his hair, "good boy..." you whispered into his ear and you felt him...shiver? That was new. "Say it again..." he whispered back, "you're a good boy, P...you're doing so well..." you praised as he hugged you tight.

You felt pressure on your back as you felt Romeos hand grasp your member again and began to rub faster this time making you gasp, P also grasped your member making you whimper in pleasure. "A-ah...M-mhm...!" you felt yourself coming to a close which made you feel a bit embarrsed because did it really take two puppets to touch you in such a way for you to be putty in their hands? Yes it did. You panted as you felt their cold hands grope your hips, thighs and anything else they could touch. "I...really want to be human. I want to please you..." P mumbled again, pulling you in for a kiss as you felt his tongue against yours.

Romeo simply chuckled as he left small kisses on your shoulder and back, he along with P kept pleasing you as you almost felt yourself tip over the edge. "N-Ngh..g-guys I can't hold it in longer..." you panted out, cheeks flushed as you felt them go faster making you dig your finger nails into P's skin.

You felt P kiss your neck as you suddenly released onto the hands of the puppets as well as letting out short breaths trying to come back down from your high. P unwrapped his hand and looked at as he saw white warm liquid run down his hand, you blushed at the sight "ah, heres my shirt..." you gave up your shirt to help clean P's hand which he happily let you but for he dis, he asked, "What is it?" making you gulp, "j-just stuff that comes o-out..." god, you felt embarrased just trying to explain this to him. P stared at the liquid before going to lick it, "w-wah! N-no!" you exclaimed as you went an cleaned his hand, face red as an tomato. Romeo simple snorted with laughter making you glare at him from the side, he held up his hands in defence. P spoke up, "(Y/N)? I...want to be human because I want to feel you and make you feel good" he said as he pulled you close, resting his face in the crook of your neck. Your gaze softened as you hugged him back, "I...I would like that..." you whispered back.

"Hm, it seems we're done here-" Romeo started but you interrupted and turned to him, "Romeo...what's going to happen now?" you asked as he shrugged, "I don't think you two are exactly in the best shape to fight me, especially you (Y/N)" you pouted at this and grumbled, "hey now..." He chuckled and planted a peck on your cheek

You got back in your clothes as did P, you couldn't look at him as you felt shy but P was staring at you with a soft gaze. "Could we...have more practices?" he asked walking closer to you, you looked at him and blinked before slowly turning to Romeo who was snickering, "I'm going to slap you...this is YOUR doing." P smiled softly, "I wouldn't mind coming back for more lessons..." You turned to him, "eh?" he gave you a peck on the cheek before making his way to the exit, you blinked turned to Romeo before turning back to P and running after him, "WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU WANT TO COME BACK?!" you exclaimed. Romeo snickered as he watched you run after P.

"It was good to see you again (Y/N)...Carlo..."

#lies of p x reader #lies of p x you #lies of P imagines

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theprofessor07 · 17 days

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So, I've been thinking about my MASH college au again, and instead of doing a full fledged story, I'm instead going to give headcanons from that AU.

So here's

Mash college au headcanons part 1

General headcanons

There's a weekly poker game at the swamp, usually the players are Hawkeye, Trapper, Jones, Ho-Jon, Ugly John, and the painless pole, sometimes BJ (depending on if he has a date with peg or not) and Winchester will join in.

Rosie's bar and the swamp are known as two of the best places to hang out on or near campus

The Swamp

Address: 4077 Tuttle Street

Nicknamed the swamp due to an incident in Hawkeyes freshman year involving an alligator

"Duke" Forrest used to live there, but he graduated in May, so now Ho-Jon sleeps in his old bedroom

The Swampmen

Hawkeye is a theatre kid, pansexual, he is a pre med student, and yet somehow finds the time to throw wild parties, poker games, and theatre. No one knows his secret.

Trapper has hooked up with Hawkeye a few times, it was a friends with benefits thing, and they still sometimes do it depending on trappers on and off relationship with "Knocko" McCarthy. He's a football player, and a business student hoping to become an investment banker in Wall Street. He's one of the best pranksters on campus, second to BJ.

"Chuck" Jones got his nickname because he is the best football player at Androscoggin college. He's currently in a relationship with Ginger Bayliss.

Frank is very religious and conservative, he's rebuked Hawkeye for sleeping around, yet he had an affair with Margaret Houlihan while he had a girlfriend, also a pre med student, but mainly has Ds and Cs in his classes.

BJ is a journalist major, and very faithful to his girlfriend. He's known as the best prankster on campus, and nobody's been able to prank him back because he knows every trick in the book.

Ho-Jon is a psychology major and the youngest of the swampmen, he's somewhat naive. Once, he went out with BJ, chuck and Hawkeye for some drinks, and he woke up in the middle of a field, that was the first and last time he had alcohol.

Charles is a part of an old money family, is also a Pre-med major. While initially he was cold and snobby towards the rest of the swampmen, he's warmed up to them and has even played poker with them.

Friends of the swampmen

"Ugly John" is well known for making stuff up about his home country, Australia, and is good friends with the swampmen, playing poker with them. He once told Frank that spiders rule Australia and Frank still believes it months later.

Ginger is a very passionate and well spoken woman, she's not afraid to stand up for what is right. And constantly butts heads with Frank when she comes over to the swamp.

The "Painless pole" is nicknamed as such due to being well known around campus as having a big dick. Known as the "Don Juan of Detroit" he's a very charismatic man, and has had his fair share of one night stands, to the dismay of his roommates.

Teachers and coaches

Professor Potter is quite authoritative, especially in comparison to Professor Blake, but he is a very kind man, and many students go to him with their problems. Legend has it that he rides to school on a motorcycle known as "Sophie"

#mash #mashblr #mash au #hawkeye pierce #trapper john mcintyre #charles winchester #bj hunnicutt #frank burns #oliver jones #painless pole #ho jon #ugly john #ginger Bayliss #sherman potter

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kiradrabbles · 9 days

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okay I'm back again because I'm such a sucker for emo hair Alex, do you have any head canons for being highschool sweethearts with pre MH Alex?

why yes i can!! your other request is on the way!!! I'm just running a little low on motivation sighs...

High school sweethearts with Scenemo alex :)) gn reader

total and utter theatre kid i am so sorry

look me dead in the eyes and tell me alexander kralie isn't the type to be way too enthusiastic with his background choir role in your schools shitty production of hamilton.

Anyways

Go to his theatre recitals!! practice his lines with him!! He loves you and he loves theatre, what's better than his two true loves combined?

Will probably start crying (of happiness) if he sees you clapping for him in the crowd

You'd be his first kiss teehee

So inexperienced he'd probably turn bright red if you held his hands in the hallway

Get ready for a ton of movie dates with him!!! If he takes you to the cinema/movie theatre he'll insist on paying, but he prefers movie dates at home so he can infodump about the cinematic choices in the movie or whatever the shit.

will beg and plead for you to let him dye your hair or do your eyeliner or

If you say yes to eyeliner he'll sit on your lap (or let you sit on his) and concentrate so hard. Will yell at you to stay still or it'll get smudged. will not shut up until you kiss him. (your eyeliner will get smudged).

And if you let him dye your hair or get you an outfit he will match with you!! He'll match his little scene raccoon hair extensions to the colour yours is dyed, and he'll make sure your outfits look good together.

Passes silly notes to you in class <3

probably compares you to actors he likes from his shitty old movies. you don't know who he means, but it's cute anyway!

"Your hair is prettier than Elizabeth Taylors" "Uh,, thanks?"

You share headphones (you get one, he get's one) and blast emo music 'till your ears go deaf.

Sometimes he has days when he gets really stressed and angry and overwhelmed at everything

so the two of you will skip class and hang out in an abandoned janitors closet till classes are over

he appreciates it more than his pride will ever let him say

#alex kralie x reader #alex kralie #marble hornets #marble hornets x reader #headcanons

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biconickyoshi · 1 month

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10, 15, 25 for wuko :)

Omggg okay I'm very excited to do this for Wuko!!! Thank you anon! :)

10. Describe their first date.

I think that Wu would try go all out on their first date (I'm literally imagining a scenario very similar to Kurosawa and Adachi's first date for those who are familiar with any adaptation of Cherry Magic lol). He'd probably try to make everything perfect - they'd spend the day shopping for expensive outfits, fly over Republic City on a sky bison/blimp, then go to the fanciest restaurant in town.

Of course, Mako would end up having a shitty time, and afterwards they'd have a talk about how neither of them had much fun - Mako because all of the rich people stuff felt superficial to him, and Wu because he was so focused on everything being perfect that he didn't take the time to truly pay attention to Mako and notice he was feeling uncomfortable. Wu would apologize, and then Mako would take him to a cheap hole-in-the-wall place that he likes (, and they'd do the things Mako likes to do, which are much more low-key (which Wu has never really experienced). From that point forward, they would make an agreement to try and do things they both like to do on future dates.

15. Do they always say "I love you" before leaving?

Wu almost always says it first, but sometimes Mako gets to it before him. This of course makes Wu very happy. Mako of course always says it back when Wu says it first :)

25. Do they have any hobbies they share?

I think that, at first, it would seem like there's not really any interests that they both have in common, but eventually they would slowly start introducing the other to things they like and end up both getting really into them.

For Mako, I'd imagine his thing is watching probending - Wu wouldn't be interested at first, but he'd make an effort to start learning more about it, and eventually become just as big of a fan as Mako (and probably start buying a bunch of merch for his favorite team lol).

For Wu, I imagine him as being a huge theatre kid, so he'd probably start dragging Mako to musicals and operas, and eventually Mako would begin to appreciate them and even look forward to them too.

Also, I don't know if drag shows exist in the world of Avatar, but I headcanon that they do and I 100% believe that Wu would be super into them, either just going to them or being in them. I would LOVEEE to write a fic someday about Wu convincing Mako to let him dress him up in drag lol. Maybe the rest of the Krew could join in on it too.

Gahhh this was literally so much fun to do!! To anyone else who sees this, pls feel free to send me more of these (for Zukaang, Korrasami, Rangshi, or even Wuko again) :)

Link to the original OTP Asks post

#asks #otp asks #lok #legend of korra #wuko #mako #prince wu #wu x mako #mako x wu #tlok #the legend of korra

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itsahotminuteinbetween · 30 days

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okk so for my boys being from 1940s, anything related to music I have down but I have NO IDEA how life operated back then and since you mentioned it I haven't been the same since please talk to me all you want abt the '40s

imma be honest, most of my knowledge on the 40s is either about the war or the precursor to the war, so probably not the most helpful of info-remember to do your own research for extra information!

with that, some quick bullet points cuz I can’t sort thoughts concisely:

Okay so to get into the 40s we gotta go at least 10 years before that cuz that’s also important: the Great Depression hits in 1929-not just in America, but the rest of the world as well-the US supposedly suffers the worst (aside from Germany, which was in debt from the first world war and their crippled economy as a result of the treaty of Versailles). I’m assuming your story takes place in the US?-otherwise I’d probably have to do some digging to find you some facts. But yea, with the stock market crash in the 20’s, tons of people were placed out of jobs, banks closed, people started living out on the streets. Government started creating random corporations to give people jobs after 1932-FDR’s presidency.

Fun fact, the radio was around at this point, so if you wanna listen to tunes, there’s your ticket. TV was a thing, but it became more popular in the mid 40s because it was used to showcase propaganda-televised entertainment became a thing in the 50s.

Anyways, some laws were passed and stuff to give people jobs-not all of them would be considered important for you, I think, cuz most of them were environmental or economical-the Workers Progress Administration was a thing though, and it hired artists and actors and others for their talent, if that’s of any importance.

Corporations weren’t faring much better either, especially the entertainment industry. The 20s were their peak years, with film being introduced and festivals or carnivals brought in cities-but with the crash of the market and extreme poverty, not too many people wanted to spend money on amusement over food. So a lot of those industries lost money and laid off a lot of people before either shutting down or being extremely poor.

Nother fun fact-ovens and stoves existed at this time, similar to how they are today-just in case one of your guys needs to make their human pal some food on their possibly outdated technology. Telephones were also available to the public by the 20s, the landlines.

Games like Monopoly (kinda ironic that it was made during the Depression), Scrabble, Sorry, and the Game of Life (originally made in 1860) were popular at the time-plus actual sports. Yes, kick the can was a thing around this time, you can make that reference.

If you want literature, I'm told island adventure stories were pretty popular for kids at the time (you'd have to double check that one, though, cuz I'm not too sure)-Superman and other heroes were a thing in the late 30's early 40s-Donald Duck comic strips were early 30s. Comedies and dramas/romances were popular in both literature and theatre (Charlie Chaplin was pretty funny), though they had this trope of things magically working in their favor until sometime in the 20s (you're gonna need to check that one cuz again, this isn't really my strong suit).

The Depression really only evened out with the start of the war-the US needed to militarize and stock up on their artillery, which meant a ton of job openings in that department, and other ones related-car companies (yea cars were a thing-you'd have to check how accessible they are though, that's not really my strong suit in history-only thing I remember is Ford releasing a model in the 20s) started building tanks, film productions started making propaganda videos (donald duck was a common character in Disney's anti-nazi propaganda for some reason), toy companies sold toy soldiers and guns to kids to convince them to support the war effort. Propaganda had advanced after ww1, which meant bigger, more eye-catching headlines in the media and clever usage of poster layouts and formatting to persuade people. The US stayed neutral up until 1941, though it did provide resources for the Allies who were fighting Germany.

That's basically all I have about the 40s-again, most of it is about the war and the economy, so not sure how much that would help. Maybe FazCo went bankrupt during the Depression and prompted your carnival to shut down?-I can see it trying to start more locations in the MidWest or something (the Plex is in Utah, if I remember correctly, though I don't know how important that is to your plotline) and scrapped it after the Depression and the War? I dunno, take your story in whichever direction you'd like, it'd be interesting any way you make it! Thanks for the opportunity to ramble, by the way-I hardly ever get to talk history or philosophy on here, so it's pretty refreshing! Hope this helped, thanks for droppin by!

#random #asks #mutuals #silly stuff #not my au #yes I'm a history nerd #here's this #sorry if it's not very helpful #i can try to do extra research but I don't know what exactly you're looking for so not sure how good my info would be #anyways props to you for looking for historical accuracy!#i applaud you!#anyways #rambles

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vioisgoinginsane · 10 months

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Actually, this needs a separate post for people who don't follow me

The idia and Rook essay you didn't know you needed in your life

Idia plays video games. Rook likes theatre plays. *trombone sound*

For once, the pun isn't how i thought of this. I can elaborate but it will take a couple of minor spoilers.

Basically, Theatre is like the grand-grand-grand-grand-grand-grand-grand-grand-grand-grandfather of video games. most modern video games have an overarching story, and every kind of storytelling medium, literature, film, TV, games, comics, Musicals, influences your view of the world and, most tellingly, your vocabulary and speech patters.

Idia talks Like This™ and Rook talk....in

That Peculiar Manner of Speech

Not a single one of the students in this school is normal about their interests and I could probably point out other examples, I don't think I'm even trying to draw any parallels between these characters but they were the first I thought of so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ they're getting the over thinking treatment.

Anyways, obsessing over storytelling mediums is a bit different than other interests. It shapes our worldview, how we try to understand it, relate to it and interact with it.

Idia's favorite game influenced his desire to be a hero and go on an adventure in the outside world and we know that Rook was not expressive till he was moved to tears by one of Neige's performances.

I guess games are a more self centered game since most of the time you play as a protagonist and interact with characters and do things to push the story forward. Meanwhile with plays, as an audience, you merely observe a story. This, most notably, draws our attention back to Rook's observant nature. He want to observe things very closely, as a hunter. In Idia's case I think I could say it's sort of a hint that despite his near paralyzing social anxiety he did have longing to be the protagonist of his own story.

The funniest part is that Rook navigates a social situation with confidence despite being so fucking weird (and sometimes worthy of a restraining order), and Idia's a socially anxious mess. But hey, that IS exactly what you would expect from a theatre kid and a gamer, isn't it? (No Offence to theatre kids, Rook's various restraining orders got nothing to do with being a theatre kid) and I thiiink this is something that just comes down to one's very core nature and not any influence.

BUT we know from Idia's online chats with lilia (while having no idea it's lilia) that he is better articulate- well, he's GENERALLY better articulate in writing) but he is, dare i say... Sweet to his gamer homies?

Guys, this is the same Idia that roasted everyone that tried to save him in the ghost bride event. It really kicks me in the gut that lilia was like "too bad we're saving idia so i have no motivation" like people would NOT BELIEVE their ears if they knew.

To draw the line, gaming gave Idia a way to make friends, without whatever hindrances him in IRL interactions like idk insecurities about his hair and interests.

Do you guys think Rook had any friends before meeting Vil?

*cricket sounds*

Yeah I know, I honestly can't tell either way. Like, having an interest is a way to make friends but Rook is just too weird even by Theatre kid standards... Also we know he used to not care much about his appearance so... Idk ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ᵐᵃʸᵇᵉ he looked scarier (?)*shrugs again*

And. I know that one CANNOT just go to Vil and tell him "I am the biggest Neige simp that ever was" but I occasionally get the sense there's a part of his enjoyment of that hobby that he likes to keep between him and himself.

I thought of this mostly cuz in one of the birthday lines he says he used to spend his birthdays going to theatre shows literally ALL day, but like. You could always just choose to spend your birthday like that, get the felicitations and gifts in the mail, I don't really think i can use it as proof of anything.

There's a lot stuff about Rook that's just "???????" As to why he is the way he is. Why is he french?" "¯\_(ツ)_/¯" "why does his family have all these teleporting mensions?" "¯\_(ツ)_/¯" "why does he stalk people?" "¯\_(ツ)_/¯" mostly cuz he dislikes talking about himself and actively avoids it, changes the subject, distracts you, or even outright lies about it.

With Idia we have his whole backstory layed out in the main story so I can do stuff like trace his cynicism back to that traumatic event that happened the one time he tried to follow his dreams, meanwhile "Why is Rook such a romantic?" "¯\_(ツ)_/¯"

#twst #twst analysis #vio plays twisted wonderland #idia shroud #rook hunt #twst pomefiore #twst ignihyde #twisted wonderland

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