#this is magnifique damn love it

[thiziri]

Her Royal Hotness Princess Anne, photographed for her 50th birthday.

#SOOOOOO SOOOOOOOO BEAUTIFUL #i caaaan't #i'm speechless #hot damn 🔥 #ma'am 🥵🥵 #fairytale princess #GORGEOUS #FAB #MAGNIFIQUE #PERFECT #STUNNING #WHAT ELSE CAN I SAY? #wow just wow #i love this pic sm #princess anne #princess royal #brf #british royal family

[haruhar-u]

“A rose upon you”

Rook x g/n reader, fluff

A/N: damn this is finished earlier than I thought it’s be finished. I did struggle to write his dialogue so I apologize if it’s ooc

edited but not beta read

The first day, it was a red rose that smells vaguely of apples. Then it was a box of your favourite chocolates. The rose had a velvety garnet bow with gold trim around the edges. In gold embroidery was the initial "R.H." Seriously, who is this admirer of yours? You sat on the couch in Ramshackle’s lounge, holding the two items in your hands. Oh, Ace was there too. Your flaming tuna cat and Deuce were out buying snacks at Sam’s. 

"Oooh,” Ace cooed at you in a teasing manner, almost like when in elementary school a boy and a girl get called to the board together, or even in the same group, for that matter.

“Shut up.” You elbowed Ace in the ribcage, not hard enough to hurt him, but hard enough for him to get the message at least. You looked closely at the ribbon around the rose, softly tracing your finger over the embroidered initials. Ugh. Everything this person did made your heart race. You weren’t even sure you could think straight.

“Yo, look.” Ace pointed out the embroidered initials. "Obviously, that could be Rook Hunt…..he’s the only one crazy enough to do this anyway.” 

Rook Hunt….? The vice of Pomefiore. You will admit the two of you have gotten oddly close as of recently. He’d always try to help you with your work and would suggest you two go to the oddest places together. Such as the woods. At 3am. Why????

“I’m gonna go on a….walk?” You tell Ace and get off the couch and put on your fuzzy jacket and boots. You all but gently open the door. The icy winter air blasts on your face as you step out, snow crunching under your boot.

You don’t have to trek out much further until you hear someone call out “mon trickster” from the bushes. At this point, you’re not going to question why he was in your bushes in the first place.

“Were you the one behind... well, all this?" You ask bluntly, approaching him with the rose in hand. He steps out to hold the rose in his hand, gazing at the ribbon.

“Of course it was me. I thought you needn’t have to put much thought into it!!” He says all dramatically. “-Name- do you accept my confession of love??”

Your name instead of a nickname in French?! Does that mean he’s more serious than you originally thought? You take a moment to think about it. After all that happened in Styx, the Pomefiore vice was with you every step of the way. He always made sure to check on you to make sure you’re okay, both physically and mentally. Sometimes it’d be by tapping on your window at 3 a.m., but that was his way of showing affection. “I do.” You say when you finally come to an agreement with yourself.

“Magnifique!” He grabs your hand abruptly, causing your heart to skip a beat. “I have so much for you to witness.” He pulls you off into the nearby forest, presumably to read you some poetry. The snow-capped trees looked a lot more inviting with him by your side. Forever and always.

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#rook hunt #rook x reader #rook hunt x reader #rook hunt x yuu #rook hunt x mc #rook twst #twst x reader #twst fanfic #twst wonderland #disney twst #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #pomefiore #pomefiore x reader #Brief appearance of ace trappola

[headfullofpresley]

Good Boy

Pairing: Elvis Presley x reader

Word count: 8,6K

Warning(s): sub!Elvis, soft dom!reader, army!Elvis, SMUT obv; handjob (m. receiving), edging/orgasm control, begging, praise kink, strong language, alcohol consumption, smoking.

Requested: No, but pls send in requests for sub!Elvis ;)

Summary: While on military leave, Elvis discovers a whole new side of himself with the help of a pretty little showgirl in Paris.

Author’s note: readers’ performance and outfit was based on this video! I just suck at describing it, so if you want the visual, there ya go. also, i am officially dead after writing this bc GODDAMN. also, i suggest listening to this song while reading this ;););). enjoy luvs!

Translations for French words used in this:

mon chéri/chéri - my dear/sweetheart/etc.

bébé - baby

salut, mon amour - hi/hello, my love

mon ange - my angel

magnifique - magnificent

mon trésor - my treasure

masterlist

‘‘You've been a bad bad boy, I'm gonna take my time, so enjoy. There's no need to feel no shame; relax and sip upon my champagne.

Oh baby for all it's worth, I swear I'll be the first to blow your mind. I'll give you some oh-la-la; voulez vous coucher avec moi?

I got you breaking into a sweat; got you hot, bothered, and wet, you nasty boy.’’

To many, Paris was known for being the leader in the world when it came to fashion and art, authentic little bakeries that baked fresh bread and pastries at the crack of dawn to wake up the people in the neighborhoods with the mouth watering smell, the fierce people that could have one shaking with just a single glare. The city was classy and elegant, but as soon as the sun would go down, Paris would turn into the bustling place men and women from far away would come for. One could even say Paris was the cherry on top of the cake that was Europe.  

Elvis on the other hand did not give a damn for what the French city was known for. He had been serving time in the army for a year now and he couldn’t wait to get out of Germany and spend his week off in another country that was waiting for him to be explored. Or in other words: he couldn’t wait to let loose and attend some parties, curious to know what the French ladies were like. Even though he had girls lining up for him and fighting for his attention back in Germany, he hadn’t gotten any lately and he was feeling a little… touch starved.

‘‘I’m sorry, gentlemen. We’re completely full tonight,’’ the girl sitting at the ticket booth in front of the well-known Moulin Rouge club told the two men in front of her. Frank looked at her as he pointed at Elvis, who could already guess where this was going and swatted his hand away.

‘‘Do you know who this is?’’ He asked her in utter disbelief, nearly scoffing in the poor girls’ face and Elvis smacked his arm, shoving him aside as he stepped forward, giving the girl an apologetic smile. ‘‘I’m so sorry about him. Enjoy your night, darlin’,’’ he told her and she just nodded, not seeming to be bothered by Frank’s behaviour at all, nor the fact that he was Elvis Presley.

Elvis grabbed his friends’ arm and pulled him away from the club, rolling his eyes as Frank pulled his arm free, letting out a laugh. ‘‘What are we gon’ do now, E? It’s 2 in the morning and every goddamn place in Paris is full,’’ Frank exclaimed in slight frustration, spreading his arms. They had only arrived in Paris this morning but hadn’t had much time to do anything since Elvis would be followed around pretty much every day. He didn’t mind it all that much─giving the people the attention they wanted from him, posing for pictures and so on, but both men were looking forward to their first night out in the city. After all, everything is better when the sun goes down, right?

‘‘Let’s just walk and look for a place that’s not full,’’ Elvis sighed, lighting a cigarette as he strided forward. Frank rolled his eyes up to the sky, but before he could follow his friend, the both of them halted their movements as soon as a voice spoke up.

‘‘You’re going the wrong way,’’ a woman leaning against the wall next to a record store told them casually, smoke of her cigarette circling up as she held it in between her fingers elegantly. A small grin tugged at the corner of her red lips, golden brown eyes carrying a mischievous sparkle. The red trench coat she wore hugged all her curves and matched her lips to a perfection, her thick curls framing her face as her bronzed complexion glistened in the flickering neon lights coming from the Moulin Rouge club a few steps back. The two men were taken back for a second, staring at the woman with slightly dropped jaws. Paris was full of beautiful people, but there was something about the woman in front of them. Unconsciously, they were drawn to her and had taken a few steps closer. She laughed softly, taking a small puff from her cigarette, leaving a red stain behind on the bud.

‘‘E-Excuse me?’’ Frank stuttered, snapping out of his little trance as he tried his best to sound calm and collected. She blew out some smoke from the corner of her mouth and threw her cigarette onto the pavement, stepping on it with the pointy heel of her pump. ‘‘I said, you’re going the wrong way. If you want what you’re getting at the Moulin Rouge, and well.. maybe more, you will not find it there,’’ she hummed mysteriously with a soft French accent on her tongue, pointing at the direction they were headed in, as if they knew what kind of places there were. She knew it were all just small jazz bars that were closing up any time now and restaurants that had closed their doors hours ago.

‘‘Well, do you know a place we can go to then?’’ Elvis asked, flashing her a friendly smile as his cigarette hung in between his fingertips loosely, his brain completely forgetting it was there in the first place. ‘‘It’s our first night in Paris and we just wanna have a drink, nothing too crazy,’’

‘‘Soldiers?’’ The woman asked as she pushed herself off of the wall, standing up straight while tightening the strings on her coat, the fabric outlining her body even more. Both Frank and Elvis tried hard to keep their eyes on her face and to not let their eyes wander down to have a peek at said curves and bare legs. ‘‘Yes, ma’am,’’ Elvis said politely as Frank nodded and she let out a laugh, signing for them to come along as she started walking in the other direction. ‘‘Call me Daisy, chéri,’’ she grinned, her heels clicking against the pavement as she didn’t even look back to see if they would follow her. She knew they would─they always did.

Elvis and Frank exchanged a quick look before Frank quickly tugged his friend along, jogging after Daisy. She kept quiet the entire walk to where ever she was taking them, smiling softly as she could hear them whispering to each other now and then. At one point, Frank even voiced out his worries to Elvis about how he was hoping they wouldn’t die in Paris and she couldn’t stop herself from giggling softly. They certainly were not going to die, but she was positive that they would leave this city as new men.

A bubble of nerves mixed with excitement settled into Elvis’ stomach as Daisy turned into a dark alley, the only light that lit up the dark street being a twinkling midnight blue neon sign in the form of a martini glass. Despite the place not even seeming to have a name, there was a broad shouldered man standing by the door, letting the people that were queueing outside in, if he redeemed them worthy to be allowed in that was. It seemed like anyone that had more than just a few drinks were turned down, as well as people that could not prove they were over eighteen. Daisy passed by the line of people and greeted the man at the door, who pressed a kiss on her cheek and opened the black velvet robe, opening the big equally black door. Frank gave Elvis an exciting squeeze in his arm as he heard the music and chattering coming from inside, tugging Elvis along into the club Daisy brought them to.

It was like they were thrown into a completely different world. They were aware of what a burlesque club was and this seemed an awful lot like it, but at the same time, it felt so different. There was a big mahogany bar near the entrance, large mirrors on the wall behind it giving the perfect view of the stage that was located on the other side of the establishment. Bottles of any kind of liquor were lined up against the mirrors and Elvis couldn’t even read some of the labels as they were displayed in all kinds of languages he unfortunately did not speak. The place was nearly filled to the brim with people, sitting at tables that had the perfect view of the girls dancing on the stage, or dancing in any empty spot they could find. French franc’s and American dollars were flying through the air coming from the people closest to the stage, a group of Dutch soldiers spending all their last money on the dancing girls, sticking papers in their outfits or mouths when they allowed it. All the men, and even some women, were watching the girls on stage with hungry eyes and you wouldn’t have to think twice to guess what they were thinking about─despite that, everyone kept their hands to themselves and were very respectful. A strange place, but oh so exciting.

‘‘What is this place?’’ Frank yelled in excitement as he looked at Daisy when she brought Elvis and him over to the bar, waving over the bartender. ‘‘Hmm.. One would say it’s a burlesque club, one would say a gentlemen’s club, but I don’t like that name. The ladies love it too,’’ she hummed mysteriously, winking at Frank as she nodded to some girls at a table, cheering on one of the club girls that was making a show of pretending to remove her stockings, teasing them by rolling them right back up. Elvis laughed excitedly, flashing a grateful smile at Daisy as she handed him a drink. ‘‘It can be whatever you want it to be, that’s fun of this whole place,’’ she smiled brightly, poking both his and Frank’s noses, before she walked off and disappeared behind a curtain near the stage, leaving them behind to enjoy the show.

‘‘Salut, mon amour,’’ you hummed happily as you noticed Daisy walking into your shared dressing room. She walked over to where you were sitting in front of your vanity, hugging you from behind─you squeezed her hands and laughed as you hugged her back, your eyes following her in the mirror as she took off her coat, revealing the shiny black velvet bodysuit she wore that made her legs look like they went on for days, her breasts perfectly squished together. ‘‘Have you been saving poor lost souls from Moulin Rouge and Le Lido again?’’ you grinned knowingly at her, leaning forward to your mirror to continue applying your lipstick. Daisy laughed and sat down in front of her own mirror, leaning her arm on the back of her chair as she grinned at you.

‘‘Well ofcourse, my darlin’. We need to make money too, right?’’

You laughed a little at her reply, but nodded nonetheless. She was definitely right─with the Moulin Rouge and Le Lido being the most famous burlesque clubs in the city, the small mystery club you worked at had to work extra hard to keep up at with the scene. Knowledge of this place got out through word of mouth and although business seemed to be popping, the owner Théodore was up to his neck in debts. He refused to give up his passion for the business and close the club, and you and Daisy used to love this place just as much but you were both ready for bigger and better things. You had big dreams but in order to let them come true, you needed money.

‘‘I can’t wait until we get out of Paris,’’ you sighed deeply as you popped your lips in the mirror, puckering them to make sure you didn’t miss a spot before you put your make-up down. A wide grin spread across Daisy’s face and you could practically feel excitement oozing out of her, making you look at her with a raised eyebrow. ‘‘There might be a chance that we’ll get out of here sooner than expected,’’ Daisy said as she leaned a little closer to you, eyes twinkling in the lights of your vanity. ‘‘Elvis Presley is one of the lost souls I’ve saved tonight,’’ she whispered, as if you two weren’t the only ones in the room. You widened your eyes upon hearing that name, looking at her as if she had grown two heads.

‘‘E-Elvis.. Elvis Presley?’’ You repeated in disbelief, grabbing onto her hands as she nodded, her hair bouncing wildly with her movements. You both were very aware of who the man was, as did the rest of the world, but the fact that he was American excited you even more. Sure, there were American soldiers in here pretty much every night, but back at home they were nobodies. Elvis Presley was someone─someone with status, money, the power to get you out of this hell hole of a city. Yeah, Paris wasn’t all they cranked up to be. ‘‘Y/N, you have to do your solo tonight. The one with the little white corset and the feather skirt,’’ Daisy said with a gasp, and you could almost see a light bulb lighting up above her head. She let go of your hands and walked to the racks of clothing, looking through the fabrics for a little bit until she pulled out the outfit she had in mind─the fabric of the breasts were decorated with small diamonds as well as the seams and the panties you wore with it. The feather like skirt that you’d wrap around your waist to give the outfit a bit of a pop was a shade of very light pink. You had spend months saving up for this outfit and you loved performing in it because it sparkled so prettily in the lights. It was definitely one of your most successful outfits as well, as it always got you the most tips.

‘‘Only if you do your solo in the pearl outfit,’’ you grinned teasingly at her, wiggling your eyebrows─your best friend had a solo she’d do wearing only pearls wrapped around her body, making it seem like it was an outfit. Showed a lot of skin, but not the skin people were so desperate to see. You loved seeing her in it and you knew that Elvis and who ever he brought would too. ‘‘Bébé, it’s like you’re reading my mind,’’ she laughed as she handed you your outfit and grabbed her own. Since your job was basically dancing for money and dressing up, you often wore wigs─this time you decided on a white blonde bob cut with bangs, bringing out the Parisian in you. It was fun to play someone different from who you were in your day to day life, and you always greatly indulged in your roles, making the people in the audience really believe in the show you were putting on.

After you put on your equally as shiny and diamond covered pumps, you and Daisy walked out of the dressing room and as the lights in the club dimmed a little, Daisy quickly informed the band which song she wanted to do tonight before she took her position on the piano. You waited behind the curtains as the lights went back up, music playing as two of your other co-workers revealed Daisy that was laying on the piano from behind the big white feathers they held in front of her. She effortlessly flirted with the piano man as part of her show as she sang her little heart out. You and Daisy were probably the only girls at the club that sang and it got people coming back every time, so Théodore asked you to keep doing it. A lot of girls that worked at the club did not take a great liking to you and your best friend, because you made the most money out of all girls, but it wouldn’t be long until you and Daisy would walk out of here with a rockstar on your arm and follow him to America to make it big. After all, there was no way that you were going to leave your best friend behind in Paris.

As Daisy was wrapping every single person in the audience around her pretty little finger, your eyes scanned the crowd for the one and only Elvis Presley your best friend promised you she had somehow gotten here. When your eyes found him sitting at the bar, sipping his drink and shoulders shaking a little to the music, the wind was almost knocked right out of your lungs. You already knew he was handsome from pictures you had seen, but good Lord, he was absolutely gorgeous. Your fingers clenched around the stage curtain you were hiding behind, biting your lip as your mind was already making up all kinds of stories that included having him in very unholy positions. Rockstar or not, soldiers were always so easy to get on their knees, doing whatever you wanted them to do. Just like his friend, he was dressed up in a suit, making you giggle softly. A dress code was often required at the Moulin Rouge and other places, but in here, everyone just wore whatever they wanted. As long as their pockets were full, Théodore didn’t care what anyone looked like.

When Daisy’s solo came to an end, Elvis and his friend applauded happily as did the rest of the crowd. People at the front were throwing money her way, the locals chanting her name over and over again as they wanted more and more. They always did. You smiled brightly as you let go of the curtain and clapped your hands in excitement as Daisy ran back to you, hands filled with paper. ‘‘You were magnifique as always, mon trésor!’’ you exclaimed theatrically, though you meant every word of it. As all of her performances, this one had been amazing and you could understood why Théodore did not want to let the both of you go. It would have him completely broke by the end of the week, maybe even the middle of it.

‘‘I’ll keep his friend busy, go get him, mon ange,’’ Daisy laughed excitedly, nodding her head to the bar as she air-kissed your cheek, making sure not to get lipstick on your face. You giggled and nodded, tiptoeing on the stage as the lights dimmed once more, informing the band of your choice of music. As you sat yourself on the velvet cushioned bench on the stage, you felt nervous for the first time because you knew that Elvis Presley’s eyes would be on you in only a few seconds. You inhaled some air, making sure to relax every muscle in your body as you gave the guy in charge of the lights a nod, making him light up the club a bit more. As your song started with a soft and gentle piano tune and you started singing, people at the front row were already cheering and losing their minds just like they had with Daisy. You noticed some of the other girls that had been on the stage earlier who were now waitressing rolling their eyes and you had to bite your tongue not to laugh. Both you and Daisy always thrived even more because of their jealousy. The song soon picked up its beat, adding drums and saxophone to your performance and you put on the greatest show of your life, your body moving easily to the rhythm of the music. You made sure to give the people at the front row a flirty smile as you took some money from them, sliding the bills into your corset.

Nearing the end of your song, you took a few steps down the small stairs at the front of the stage and the Dutch soldiers were quick to lift you off of the steps by holding your arms, placing you down on the floor. You danced your way through the crowd, interacting with people and taking their money as you made your way to the bar. You shot a wink at Daisy who was sitting next to Elvis’ friend, your best friend supportively dancing to the music. You sang as you looked at Elvis, grinning playfully as you reached your hand out to him. He widened his eyes a little, taking the hint as got up from his seat and lifted you up by the waist instead, sitting you down on top of the bar. You gasped theatrically as the band had their solo, sliding yourself further up the bar to place your heels on it. Daisy had glued your little blonde wig down so much that you could probably keep it on the entire week, though it made it possible for you to throw your head back as you stretched your leg out, giving the people─and mostly Elvis─the view you wanted them to have. As you got on your knees and swirled your hair around before standing up straight, you kicked the cocktail shaker that bartender put down, making him catch it easily. You had done this so many times before, that all the bartenders were aware of every little performance trick you had up your sleeve. You seductively walked your way over the U-shaped bar, toward the mirrors and danced in front of it before you turned around and gave the bartender a knowing wink. Two of them held your hand as the third leaned over, letting you walk over his back to get to the other side of the bar and in front of Elvis again. You made sure not to dig your heels in too deep and smiled at him as he gave you a quick thumbs up. You finished your song as you sat down on the bar, turning Elvis around so he was facing the audience instead of you before you swung your legs over his shoulders, putting your hands up elegantly while shooting a big fat wink to the people as the song ended.

Elvis felt like he had been thrown in a fever dream. A very pleasurable fever dream, he had to admit. He had seen burlesque shows before in America and while they were exciting and fun to watch, it was nothing like this. The screams of the audience, the live singing, the way you had the crowd in the palm of your hand. Including him. It was all so thrilling and so risqué. As you lifted your legs off of his shoulders and thanked some people who gave you money, you took the drink the bartender handed you and looked at Elvis who had turned back to face you, flushed cheeks and wild electric blue eyes.

‘‘You.. You were amazing,’’ he breathed out, letting out a laugh as he reached out some money to your corset. As he slipped it behind the fabric and his fingertips touched the flesh of your breast, you could’ve sworn your entire body was set aflame. Now that you could take a good look at him from up close, you could definitely understand why so many girls would scream and cry upon the sight of him. He was strikingly beautiful and you were definitely planning on having some fun with him tonight, and the day after, and after, and after… You could get used to seeing his face every day of the rest of your life.

‘‘I know,’’ you smiled at him, taking a sip of your drink as you crossed your legs while still sitting on the bar. ‘‘I did not expect to see you here tonight, mr. Presley. Has Paris treated you well?’’ you hummed, making your voice sound extra flirty, accent extra thick. Americans loved girls with accents.

‘‘It’s only my first night, honey. But I like it very much,’’ he said, his Southern drawl sounding very interesting and very sexy to your ears. He gave you a knowing smile, as he obviously meant you as his reasoning for liking Paris. You smiled brightly and slipped your hand down the collar of his blazer, fixing it a little. Your eyes sneakily met those of Daisy and you two exchanged a wink as she clinked her glass against Frank’s, giggling at something he whispered in her ear. ‘‘What’s your name, darlin’?’’ Elvis asked, making you look at him again with a slight head tilt, squinting your eyes teasingly as if you were contemplating on whether you were going to give him your real name or not. But his eyes looked so hopeful and so cute, so you figured having him know your real name wouldn’t be so bad. After all, you were planning on having this man take you out of Europe─a girl’s gotta play her cards right.

‘‘It’s Y/N, mon chéri,’’ you smiled, reaching your hand out to him. He took it, grinning as he kissed your knuckles, though he didn’t let go of your hand. Instead, he intertwined your fingers together and casually held onto your hand as his other hand landed on your thigh, smirk tugging at his lips. ‘‘A pretty name for a pretty girl,’’ he complimented, as if you hadn’t heard that one a thousand times before. No matter where they came from, all soldiers were the same. Though when it came from him, it sent a tingle down your spine but you weren’t going to tell him that. It was true that you wanted him, but you were not planning on acting like one of his lovesick fans. You knew you already had him in the palm of your hand, even though he thought he was the one in charge here. You rolled your eyes slightly and laughed as you gently pushed him off, placing your drink down before you jumped off the bar.

‘‘I’m going to get changed, mr. Presley. When I come back, make sure you finished your drink, okay?’’ you told him sweetly, leaving a lipstick stain behind as you kissed his cheek. As you passed by Daisy, you squeezed her arm softly and laughed as you quickly ran off to your dressing room. You put all your money away and took your performance outfit off, putting it away before you put on your own clothes again which you had worn when you came here─a tight fitted black dress which was probably a little shorter than what modest women wore nowadays, but you weren’t exactly a modest women. You were a showgirl, a free spirited one. Didn’t like to be part of the crowd, but would much rather stick out in one. You kept the wig on. Because one, it looked kinda cute and two, it would probably take you hours to get it off. You fixed your make-up a little, spraying some perfume around you before you grabbed your clutch and stepped into your pumps before you walked back to the bar and over to Daisy.

‘‘Let me know if that wig is sex proof,’’ she whispered teasingly at you and you threw your head back with a laugh, nodding at her as you hugged her. You gave Frank a quick wave before you shrugged your coat on and took Elvis’ hand, smiling at him.

‘‘Where are you taking me?’’ He laughed softly as you pulled him outside, taking him out of the alley and away from the club. You let go of his hand and hooked your arm through his instead, smiling innocently as you looked up at him. ‘‘My house,’’ you shrugged casually and even though Elvis was surprised, he tried his best not to show it. Guess he didn’t have to work as hard as he thought. ‘‘I have been working all night and I want some coffee. The club’s coffee is not very good,’’ you chuckled and he nodded, letting you take him to your place. The walk there was short, but enjoyable nonetheless. He told you a little bit about his hometown and his time in Germany, telling you how he both liked and disliked being enlisted into the army and you told him you were glad he had become a soldier, otherwise you probably would not have met him. As you arrived at your apartment and you opened the door, stepping inside, he grinned at you.

‘‘Didn’t even have to use one of those creative pickup lines, huh?’’

‘‘It’s only coffee, mr. Presley,’’ you rolled your eyes with a smile on your face. You obviously weren’t planning on having only coffee with the man and he damn well knew that too. ‘‘Elvis,’’ he said as he followed you into the open spaced kitchen of your small apartment, leaning against the counter as you flicked some lights on, taking your coat off. ‘‘Call me Elvis,’’ he smiled as you looked at him and he took your coat from you, hanging it up by the front door. You hummed with a nod, making some coffee for the both of you, despite it being in the middle of the night. To you, it was usual routine.

‘‘Do you often bring men back to your apartment?’’ He asked as he blew at the dark liquid in the cup you handed him, eyes boring into yours as a teasing grin lingered on his face. You chuckled softly, taking a sip of your coffee. ‘‘Only if they’re as cute as you,’’ you teased back, licking your lips as you put the steaming hot coffee down, taking a step closer to him. You grabbed onto his jacket, biting your lip as your eyes wandered down to his plumb lips. ‘‘There’s not a lot of those out there, so no, Elvis. Not often,’’ you grinned and he put his coffee down on the counter, snaking his arms around your waist, pressing you against him. You stood in between his long legs, hands moving up his shoulders to wrap your arms around his neck loosely.

‘‘You know somethin’?’’ he hummed, leaning in closer to you. You could feel his hot breath against your skin as the smell of his cologne entered your nostrils, making your heart jump with excitement. ‘‘When you were up there, on that stage.. I could barely keep my eyes off of you,’’

‘‘Barely? Do not lie to me, Elvis. You were undressing me with your eyes,’’ you stated boldly, the tip of your nose touching his as his lips ghosted over yours. He laughed softly as he nodded, softly pressing his lips against yours. He was gentle and sweet and as he deepened the kiss, you let him take the lead for a little bit. You let him believe he was the dominant one in the room, you let him fantasize about how you’d be screaming his name, but boy… was he in for a surprise. You slipped your hands down and grabbed his hands, pulling away from the kiss as you smiled at him and took him to your bedroom, pecking his lips as you gently pushed him to sit down on your bed. You turned on the light on your bedside table, holding back a giggle as he eagerly took off his blazer, throwing it to the foot of the bed. He kicked off his shoes as he pushed himself further up the bed, leaning against your pillow while he watched you intensely as you pulled up your dress a little before you straddled his waist. You leaned down to capture his lips into a heated kiss as your hands moved to the buttons of his shirt, undoing them as you kissed your way down his neck and chest, pushing his shirt open. He gasped softly as he looked down at you when you unbuckled his belt, pulling it out of the loops of his pants. He watched with confused but curious eyes as you threw the belt on the bed next to you and reached for his blazer, smiling at him. You figured you’d go a little easy on him, leaving the belt for another time.

‘‘I’d take that off if I were you,’’ you told him, nodding to the shirt he was still wearing. He had no idea what you were up to and while part of him wanted to question you on it, he kept his mouth shut and did exactly as he was told to do when he saw that cute grin on your face and mischievous twinkle in your eye. Taking the shirt off, he let it fall to the floor next to your bed before leaning back. You hummed softly and grabbed his hands, holding them above his head and against the metal bars of your bed. When you moved your body up a bit to hover above his chest, wrapping the sleeves of his blazer around his wrists and your bed, he widened his eyes a little. ‘‘W-What are you d-doing?’’ he stuttered out in a panic, looking at you when you moved down again after you had made sure he was firmly tied up. His brain and body were fighting each other─while he was in slight panic and confusion, maybe he was even a little scared, the bulge that was formed in his pants told a whole ‘nother story. You bit your lip as you giggled softly, hands pulling the zipper of his pants down.

‘‘If you want me to stop, all you need to do is say so, Elvis,’’ you hummed, fluttering your eyelashes at him innocently. When you pulled his pants down a little and traced your fingertips along the aforementioned bulge over the fabric of his boxershorts, he groaned softly, his toes curling involuntarily. Maybe the best thing to do here was to think with the rational side of his brain. He didn’t even know you and here he was, tied up in your bed after not even having been in your apartment for fifteen minutes. Instead, he let go of the reigns and let his body take over, muscles in his lower abdomen tightening with anticipation as you took his pants completely off, pulling them off of his ankles. You smiled at him as you shot him a quick wink, settling yourself on your knees in his spread out legs. He felt exposed under your intense gaze and a blush crept onto his cheeks as you very obviously looked at the small stain that had formed in the fabric of his underwear because he was leaking already. In his defense, it had been probably over a year since he had sex with anyone and while he wouldn’t admit it, he was desperate. Desperate to be touched, to be held, to be loved. Even if it was done by a stranger for just one night somewhere in the dead of the night in Paris.

You moved your hands up his thighs, feeling how tense he was made you smile. You were sure nobody ever has had Elvis in this kind of position and you kind of felt honored to be the first one. Usually, you wouldn’t be so bold with first-timers. You at least gave them some kind of warning first, tell them what you were into, the kind of role you liked in the bedroom. But God, it was like you could barely contain yourself when it came to him. Tough, dominant exterior… and you couldn’t wait to crack it. To break him.

When your hands disappeared into the legs of his boxershorts and your hand wrapped around his cock, he gasped as his fingers grasped onto the fabric of the blazer he was tied up with. You squeezed him in your palm softly as your hand moved up, fingertips caressing the head of his cock to spread some of the slick of his precum around. His eyes fluttered shut as you started jerking him off very slowly and softly, though the squeeze of your hand was firm. As you looked up at him and saw how his face was silently contorted in pleasure, you grinned devilishly to yourself and stopped your movements, pulling your hand out of his underwear.

‘‘I can always stop if you want me to,’’ you spoke casually and his eyes shot open, widening as he looked at you. He inhaled some air, clearing his throat as he shook his head, heat rushing to his face. ‘‘N-No.. P-Please.. Don’t stop,’’ he whispered, bucking his hips up a little and you just loved the desperation that was lingering on the back of his tongue. You could see how much it took for him to even say that, but you were sure you could have him begging before the sun came up. You flashed him a sweet smile, hooking your fingertips behind the hem of his boxershorts as you pulled them down without warning. Excitement bubbled in Elvis’ stomach as you took them all the way off and threw them behind you, moving yourself to sit on your ass in between his slightly spread legs, your dress riding up─when you put your legs over his thighs, pretty much trapping him on your bed, he had the perfect view of your lace panties. He goddamn nearly lost his mind and you hadn’t even done anything.

‘‘Have you ever been edged, Elvis?’’ You questioned sweetly as your nails caressed up his thighs, making goosebumps cover every inch of his skin. He inhaled a shaky breath as your hands creeped closer to his cock and no matter how much he anticipated the feeling of your hand wrapping back around him, the feeling never came. His eyes met yours as he shook his head, fingertips releasing around his blazer, gently grabbing onto the bars of your bed. ‘‘No.. What’s that?’’ He asked, the question making him feel inexperienced, as if he was about to have his virginity taken away. He hated that feeling, but when you gave him a sweet smile, he almost melted. He had no idea what it was about you that had this kind of effect on him, but he was excited to see what you had in store for him. Nervous too, but good nervous.

‘‘Hmm.. I think it’s better if you go in blindly to experience it. Do you trust me?’’ You asked him, your hands squeezing his thighs a little and he bit his lip, staring at you for a few seconds. He was trying to crack his brain as to what it could be what you were about to do, but he was so turned on and so desperate, that he nodded before he could even stop himself. Weirdly enough, he did trust you to some point. You had him tied up in your bed already and he was still alive─what could go wrong?

He hated himself for agreeing to this. He hated himself, he hated himself, he hated himself. Never ever in his life could he have predicted that he would be in a situation like this. A French showgirl jerking him off to the point of his orgasm nearing, but every time he was about to fall over the edge, you stopped your movements and pulled away your hands, making whine as he grabbed onto his blazer and the metal bars harder, chest heaving as he pushed his head back in the pillow. You were only on the third round and while you had given him a safe word, he hadn’t used it yet. He couldn’t, not when you’d go back and start all over again, making his body melt back into the bed and his brain turn into cotton.

You were smiling devilishly to yourself, arousal growing between your own thighs every time he whimpered and moaned, his toes curling. The head of his cock was red and angry, desperate for relief but you weren’t giving it to him. Closing your fingertips around the tip to mimick the feeling of him being inside of you, your movements were quick and relentless, your other hand massaging his balls skilfully. He lifted his head from the pillow, looking down at you as he breathed heavily through his teeth, jaw clenched. He tried to keep his head up to look at what you were doing, but it was like he no longer had control over his body and he couldn’t stop his head from falling back down. You had pressed your thighs against his, preventing him from closing his legs or moving them. He was writhing in the sheets, hands tugging at the blazer as he was so desperate to touch you, kiss you, fuck you. But you having your way with him was such a sinful pleasure and he didn’t wanted it to stop.

‘‘You’re doing so well, baby,’’ you hummed, praising him as he was moaning pathetically. The compliment had his heart leaping in his chest and he immediately felt his orgasm nearing once more, rolling his head to the side to look down at you. ‘‘P-Please, Y/N,’’

‘‘Please what?’’ you smiled innocently at him, tilting your hand as you slowed down your movements, letting them come to a halt once more when you felt him twitching in your hand and saw the muscles in his lower abdomen tightening. The longer you went on with your little game, the faster his orgasm would peek around the corner. ‘‘I.. I.. I wanna c-cum,’’ he whined with a stutter, his hips thrusting forward as he pushed the back of his head back in the pillow, imagining having your hand around him again. You looked at him and laughed softly, squeezing his balls softly, stealing another soft moan from him. ‘‘So soon?’’

He let out a weak laugh at that, shaking his head side to side in the pillow before he slowly opened his eyes and looked down at you. God, he looked so gorgeous with those flushed cheeks and hint of desperation in those blue eyes. It made your own arousal grow more and more, made you wanna push him further to the edge. ‘‘Three more rounds,’’ you told him and he swallowed thickly, his throat so dry it felt like he was swallowing knives. You gently wrapped your hand around him, slipping it up once as you pouted cutely at him. He licked his lips, hips slowly moving in your hand as he nodded. ‘‘Only three,’’ he said, trying to sound stern, but you didn’t even give him time to recover as you picked up your pace a bit more, making him fall back on the pillow once more. He had no idea if he could even survive three more rounds, but he just couldn’t get himself to use the safe word.

On the fifth round, he didn’t even recognize himself anymore. The moans and whines that were rolling off his tongue sounded foreign to him, his brain completely empty as the only thing he could focus on were your hands that were wrapped around him, doing tricks he never experienced in his 24 years of life. At some points, it felt like he was standing next to the bed, having an out of body experience as he was looking at the whole thing go down but as you stopped your movements once more when he was about to slip into euphoria, he slipped right back into the softness of your mattress. A hot tear rolled down his cheek as he let out an animalistic groan, wrists rubbing painfully against the fabric of his blazer because he couldn’t keep them still.

‘‘Please, please… p-please,’’ he cried out, his hips having a mind of their own as they kept thrusting into nothingness. Your laugh sounded so cruel and hot at the same time, but he wasn’t in the right mind to comment on it. He looked down at you, his cock twitching uncontrollably and desperately. ‘‘Can I cum? Please, I c-can’t.. I can’t anymore,’’

‘‘One more, chéri,’’ you smiled sweetly at him as you kicked the heels you were still wearing off and onto the floor, crawling out from between his legs to sit next to him. You leaned down and kissed his lips. It was only a peck, but he needily tried to chase your lips. He wanted more, he needed more. Since it was his first time, you decided to at least go a little easy on him. You pulled the knot out of the blazer sleeves, letting him lower his arms. He was breathing heavily, rubbing his arms a little to let them get used to the change of position. You quickly got up from the bed and he watched with curious eyes, smiling softly as you came back with a glass of water. Kissing his cheek, you handed it to him and he drank half of it before he put it on the bedside table. You gently pushed him forwards a little, slipping behind him so he’d be in between your legs. The position was foreign to him and it made him feel even more submissive than before, but he loved it.

He was too far gone to even think about how dominant he usually was, and he leaned against you, immediately kissing you back when you planted your lips on his again. His hands were running up and down your legs, squeezing the flesh of your thighs under his palms a little as he moaned when you sucked on his bottom lip. ‘‘I know you can do this, baby,’’ you smiled at him, running your fingers through his hair before you cupped his cheek. He leaned into your touch, eyes fluttering shut as he finally had a few minutes to catch his breath before you’d start your delicious torture on him for the last time. ‘‘You’ve done so good all night, baby boy. Are you ready to cum now?’’ You grinned at him and his fingers dug into your skin at the praise and use of the pet name, making his cock twitch needily. He immediately nodded his head, moaning softly as you pecked his lips once more before reaching your hand down, once more wrapping around him.

With his hands free now, he had no idea what to do with them. You had started out slow this time and while he appreciated it, it didn’t take him long to get needy and beg for you to go faster. You gave him what he wanted, your hands moving at a fast and steady pace and with every squeeze of your palm and every swirl of your thumb around his tip, he was getting closer. He threw his head against your shoulder, letting go of your legs to grab onto the sheets for dear life. ‘‘Oh.. F-fuck, p-please, bunny!’’ he was moaning desperately, the pet name slipping out without thinking as he begged for relief and this time, you were more than willing to give it to him. You snaked your free hand around his neck, fingertips holding onto his jaw as you looked down at him with a seductive grin on your face and the only thing he could do was stare at you with wild eyes, moaning in desperation as his hips tried to follow the movements of your hand. ‘‘You’re so pretty, Elvis darling,’’ you hummed, nuzzling the tip of your nose against his and his eyes fluttered shut at the compliment, bringing him closer to the edge. You giggled softly and looked down at his cock in your hand, your cheek pressing softly against his as you still held his jaw in your fingertips. Your grip wasn’t firm, but he liked the position and did not even dare to move away.

‘‘You wanna cum, baby?’’ You questioned sweetly and his knuckles were turning white with how hard he was squeezing your sheets, moaning as his eyes rolled into the back of his head. ‘‘Y-Yes.. P-Please, Y/N.. P-please,’’ he begged, toes curling, arching his back a little. You grinned and turned your head, pressing a tiny kiss against the shell of his ear. ‘‘Cum, chéri. Let it all go, my pretty boy,’’ you whispered in his ear and it was all he needed to hear. He was writhing against you, shameless moans and whines rolling over his tongue as he came undone in your hand─he was squeezing his eyes shut, seeing white spots that contrasted against the dark of his closed eyelids harshly, hips stuttering uncontrollably as he just kept spilling and spilling. In his brain, it felt like ages until he had completely emptied out, with the help of your hand milking all of him. His chest was heaving fast as if he had just ran a marathon, head leaning against your shoulder as a soft whine escaped him when you removed your hand, a big smile on your face.

‘‘Oh my God,’’ he breathed out and you laughed softly, biting your lip as you admired his face from up close while he was catching his breath. He looked so fucked out and so blissful, small grin tugging at his lips. You couldn’t wait to do this and so much more a few more times during his week in Paris─Daisy was going to lose her mind when you’d tell her all about it.

‘‘I need a damn cigarette,’’ he mumbled as you had gotten up from the bed and walked into your bathroom to wash your hands and grab a dampened wash cloth. Walking back to him, you laughed softly and dug your hand into the pocket of his pants, throwing his pack of cigarettes at him. He rolled onto his back, lighting a cigarette as he stared up at the ceiling. ‘‘You’re amazing,’’ he blew out some smoke, his eyes meeting yours as you hovered over him, cleaning him up. You grinned, shooting him a wink. ‘‘I know, baby,’’

He bit his lip at the pet name, bringing himself up to lean on his elbows to get a better view of you. ‘‘Are you free tomorrow? Well… today,’’

You looked at him as you raised an eyebrow, sitting down on the edge of the bed. He held out his cigarette in front of your face and you took a small drag from it, smiling softly at him. ‘‘I can be if you want to,’’ you hummed as you blew out the smoke and he sat up more, crashing his lips onto yours. You giggled softly, slipping one arm around his neck as you kissed him back.

‘‘I want to,’’ he breathed as he pulled back from the kiss, his forehead against yours. ‘‘Will you wait? Less than a year, and I’ll get out of the army,’’

You pulled back and raised both your eyebrows now, looking at him in surprise. You honestly hadn’t expected him to ask you this─you weren’t planning on letting this be a one time thing, but you thought you would’ve worked harder to keep him around. After all, he was the man. Could get anyone he wanted, had girls lining up in every corner of the world. What you didn’t know, was that you completely turned his world upside down. You brought out a side in him that he wasn’t even aware of having, but he wanted to explore that side of himself more. Together with you. You thought he was joking, until he spoke up again.

‘‘Wanna be your pretty boy,’’ he whispered, teeth sinking into his lower lip as heat rushed to his face. You nearly jumped his bones in that exact moment, but you wouldn’t forgive yourself for killing the poor boy on his first night in Paris. You smiled brightly, leaning forward to peck his lips.

‘‘I’ll wait,’’ you told him, tilting your head as you watched him lean back a little. ‘‘But only if you behave yourself with those German girls,’’ you warned him, playfulness lacing your tongue. He caught the playful tone, but he immediately nodded his head and smiled sweetly at you. ‘‘I promise,’’

You looked down at his pinky he was sticking out to you and laughed softly, hooking your own around it as your eyes met his, grin on your face.

‘‘Good boy,’’

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[michaeljoncarter]

What are your alltime favorite comics? Or just comics that you would recommend? Especially stuff that someone new could pick up without too much back reading to understand? You don't have to answer this if you don't want to but I'm looking for recommendations to branch out from just Batman/Batfam and just thought I'd ask!

this is all just off the top of my head, so i'm probably leaving out some Classics on accident, but (in no particular order):

Aquaman: Andromeda

Green Lantern (1990) (from Emerald Twilight (#48) on)

Gotham by Midnight

The Man of Steel (1986)

The Death & Return of Superman (Death of Superman, Funeral for a Friend/World Without a Superman, and Reign of the Supermen)

Superman: Last Son (Action Comics #844 - 846, #851, Annual #11)

Superman: Brainiac (Action Comics #866 - 870) & The New Krypton Saga (concludes with War of the Supermen, which is for some reason not on that reading guide)

World's Finest (2009)

Green Arrow: Year One

Green Lantern/Green Arrow

Green Arrow (1988)

The New Teen Titans (1980), Tales of the Teen Titans, and The New Teen Titans (1984)

Outsiders (2003)

Arsenal (1998)

Titans (1999)

Titans (2008)

Deathstroke (2016)

Steel (1994)

Aquaman: Time & Tide

L.E.G.I.O.N.

R.E.B.E.L.S. (all good, but i especially love from #15 on for kory content)

Aquaman: Death of a Prince

Tempest (1996)

the whole war of light era of green lantern, which i have a bigass reading guide for, but Red Lanterns & Red Daughter of Krypton in particular

Convergence: The Titans

Convergence: Green Lantern/Parallax

Convergence: Green Lantern Corps

Valor (1992) (the first few issues kind of drag, but it picks up quick (after #10, specifically)! the D.O.A. arc is an all-time fave for sure, and Valor #19 might actually be my all-time favorite single comic book issue point blank period)

roy's titans era (New Titans #100 - 130)

The Trial of Superman & Reign of Doomsday (these have literally nothing to do with each other, but we're grouping them together because neither one of them is particularly good. i mean, they're not terrible or anything, but really, they're only faves because i'm a huge sucker for storylines that involve the entire superfam lol)

Superman: The Black Ring (this one is here just because i appreciate how incredibly HECTIC it is. lex 1v1s a gorilla in the middle of the jungle, meets death, becomes a space god, builds a lois sexbot that ends up having been possessed by brainiac the entire time. also slade is there for like 2 pages solely to lose his shit and run around screaming like a little girl. the best kind of comic book insanity. magnifique)

those 5 minutes pre-reboot where damian joined the titans in a way that wasn't annoying as hell (Teen Titans (2003) #88 - 91, Red Robin #20, Teen Titans (2003) #92)

Wonder Woman (1987) (post-crisis ww & superman are both all-time faves, but this is a much better standalone read because it's way more self-contained & not constantly jumping between 9 different titles. again, all good imo, but i'm much more partial to everything post-artemis's introduction in #90 <3)

Superboy (1994) (ngl, i didn't super love the majority of this book. there's a LOT of good for sure, but it is very 90s, and that's not always a good thing. it's not terrible (apart from the romance aspect), and i'd still recommend reading it for sure, but there was definitely a lot of skimming and skipping around when i read through. ~#59 is where i started to find myself skimming a lot less, so if you find yourself having a hard time getting into it, too, i'd say just start there, then go back & read the earlier issues later)

post-crisis superman in general (so good, but holy fuck is it a pain in the ass to read. there were 600 superman titles running at all times, and EVERY single arc bounced between damn near all of them. i really want to make a ridiculously long reading guide for it, too, one day, but for now, you can fight your way through using this with me, if you'd like)

i'm still just starting to break into legion comics myself, so i don't think i can really give good recs for them just yet. i'm really enjoying them so far, though, so it's worth a mention. if you enjoy just jumping right into the deep end with 0 context like i do, i just started the 90s legion halfway through via superboy & valor. no idea what the hell's going on or who anybody is half the time, but that's just part of the fun. it's like sink-or-swim style language immersion but for ridiculous comic book people who talk entirely in references i don't understand even a little

i started with the valor arc in Superboy (1994) #17 - 19, then the following the Future Tense arc, and i just kinda kept reading Legionnaires & Legion of Super-Heroes (1989) from there. also picked up The Legion (2001) with #25, where kon joins up, with zero context for anything that'd happened before in that. this is an objectively terrible way of doing things, but also very fun as long as you don't mind a learning curve

also special mentions for a couple single issues that have always stuck out to me for some reason:

Justice League of America (2006) #11 (feel the need to put like... a claustrophobia warning on this one lol? a very anxiety-inducing read! be warned!)

Superman #712 (krypto-centric issue post-kon's death in Infinite Crisis. makes me want to scream every time i think abt it <3)

and i know you probably meant dc, but tbh most of my All Time Faves are marvel, so i have to mention a few:

X-23 (there are like 3 different volumes, and they're all so incredibly 2000s. i love them all dearly)

Wolverine: Origins

Captain America (2005)

Winter Soldier: Winter Kills

Avengers/Invaders

Old Man Logan (2015) & (2016)

Black Widow (2010)

Marvels (1994)

The Torch (2008)

Gambit (2012)

Gambit & Bishop: Sons of the Atom

Rogue (2004) (not good. kind of objectively terrible, actually, but i love rogue and i love rogue & shiro's relationship AND i love the bisexual implications with blindspot, so… here we are. if you aren't a huge rogue fan already, you will almost certainly not enjoy this lol)

Dark Wolverine & Daken: Dark Wolverine (THE absolute fave. akihiro is what a good % of the batfandom thinks jason todd is/was. bisexual, evil, obsessed with his own father. check, check, and check with a weird, violently homoerotic relationship with the punisher the cherry on top. also marjorie liu stealth confirming johnny storm's bisexuality via putting him in an absurdly toxic relationship with akihiro for like 2 issues remains both incredibly iconic and absolutely hilarious to me. 10/10/10)

in terms of more recent comics, i've pretty much only been keeping up with marvel

Captain America: Sentinel of Liberty (2022) (pretty much everything else going on (esp everything with bucky) is kind of annoying, but it has my favorite steve characterization like… maybe ever)

New Mutants (2019) (yeah, everything about krakoa era x-men is just kind of inherently annoying, but this one came outta left field near the end there with some of my favorite writing for madelyne pryor in a while and the dani moonstar & madelyne pryor enemies-to-lovers arc i didn't know i needed but am now fully obsessed with)

Midnight Suns (2022) (love a good rag-tag team of characters who have no business being on a team together. substitute teacher blade is such a powerful concept, it immediately made this an all-timer for me, and logan being drawn approximately 4ft shorter than everyone around him cemented it as a 10/10)

aaand finally, i've also really been enjoying dynamite lately. Vampirella/Red Sonja (2019) is where i got onboard with them. you don't have to know jack about these characters or universe beforehand (i didn't!), and i really can't recommend it enough, especially if you're someone who loves stories with time travel and/or bisexual vampire women

this is so messy, and i'm definitely forgetting a lot here lol, but hopefully this helps & you find something you like! good luck & have fun!

#ask #anonymous #comic recs #yeehaw

[insanely-lovely-and-random]

My favourite part's of Baz Luhrman's Elvis 2022:

1. The trippy ass opening sequence that felt like it should be part of a 3d rollercoaster ride with the billboards and zooms round Las Vegas.

2. Just the way Tom Parker says "He's white" is fucking hilarious. And really says it all.

3. The buildup of the Elvis reveal with the fly fly away flashbacks before he goes on for the first time, that build up hella pays off.

4. The moment he transforms into Elvis like Clark Kent becoming Superman in his pink suit, the burst of electric guitar and the shots bouncing round on the beats is incredible.

5. Him dissapearing into the curtains with sheer disbelief on his face after the crowd went wild.

6. The radio presenter introducing Beale street, make's me laugh everytime.

7. The fairground scene where Parker being a creepy ass villain talks to Elvis in the Mirror Hall, him popping into frame is genuinely terrifying.

8. The way Elvis says and just the way the looks into the distance as he describes the Rock of Eternity.

9. The tension and sheer manipulation at play when Elvis parent's sign a deal with devil.. Parker I mean.. That zoom in on Elvis pressing his mom's hand down is magnifique.

10. Tutti. Fricken. Fruitti.

11. B.B. King telling some hard truths about how Elvis is safe cause he's a white boy people are making money off.

12. The cuts to the rally just before Elvis' preformance and the look he gets in his eye just as he thinks "fuck. that".

13. Wiggling. The. Finger.

14. Trouble. The whole song and scene.

15. Parkers utter bafflement in the line "He didn't listen to me." Truly not grasping how his puppet could possibly disobey.

16. The shot of him in the car looking up at fireworks, looking so so lost is haunting and beautiful.

17. The modern cover of Can't help falling in Love is perfecto.

18. The first shot of the Viva Las Vegas montage where during the freeze frame Butler genuinely looked the spit of Elvis.

19. The spinning shot of Elvis as we go into the trippy mess of Edge Of Reality and the look on his face with the water dripping as it all takes it's toll is so real.

20. The Hollywood sign scene. The way he sit's staring out, the shades, his boot propped up. Hell even the brief mention of the sign as a reflection of his career could easily be cheesey but he sounds so goddamn honest.

21. The way he laughs hearing his careers in the toilet completely self aware.

22. Rebellion uno 2, him not giving a damn what the Colonel thinks!!

23. Everytime Parker says Here Comes Goddamn Santy Clause. Tom Hanks has always been a comedic actor in leading man disguise.

24. The leather suit. The guitar he wears for no discernable reason as he doesn't play it at frist and then hands it off to somone but who cares!

25. The bloody look on Parkers face when the Whorehouse dancers and Kung Fu comes in.

26. The huh huh huh noise made as the song builds.

27. Bobby Kennedy getting shot and the frustration and pain as he says "It has everything to do with us."

28. When Parker threatens he'll have to leave him should he disobey and the absolutely glorious, "Hmm." .... "Um Hm." The man didn't even have to use actual works and spoke sooo much with those sounds and look alone.

29. Honestly the haunting way he plays "Here Comes Santa Clause" alone is hella beautiful.

30. That spin of the camera as we see the hugh red Elvis sign and his beautiful white suit.

31. The sheer emotion in the original song and Butler's preformance during "If I Can Dream" is a Goddamn masterpiece.

32. The headlines proclaiming his comeback!

33. Parker trying to claim credit as the special was his idea is just so narcissistic and sooo him I just can't even.

34. The score of the whole thing but during the hospital scene where Elvis tries to leave Parker a creepy slot machine type writer background song plays and just chills.

35. The utter horror I feel when told about the International Elvis says "The Snowman strikes again" and I scream internally every. Single. Time. NOOOOO

36. FUCK ME. My favourite scene in the entire film is him redoing That's Alright Mama Vegas style. The Ba ba Buuum "Raise the octave". BA BA BUUUUM. The silk shirt. The belt. The exhilaration in his eye's and acting. The drum part when he's just "Hah hah hah hah". Fuckkkkk.

37. The journey of song told as he preforms it and the three way cut shot of how it lead to this moment!

38. The punch in the gut of Suspicious minds, the lyrical metaphor and his entrapment plays out real time. The way the Colnel says "Now how are going to pay me." With a horrifying giggle. The fast cuts as the writing gets laid out. 5 Years.

39. The Vegas style I Will Always Love You. The best version of that song👌

40. Backstage as everyone rejoices completely oblivious to what has happened and the way the Colonely llaughs then cries as he witnesses Elvis joy. Is he actually a touch remorseful? Is it just relief his debts are cleared? A mix of both? Who knows but my God it's awful.

41. The montage of the tours, the icnoic outfits, Hunk a burning love one of my fave Elvis songs and those bloody capes, my God it was helluva look!

42. The callback to the beginning as Elvis collapses hearing from Jerry and the utter repulsion on his face as he stares at the Colonel as he's covered with water, says it all. His face acting is genuinely incredible in this movie.

43. The Apollo 11 style split screen and music as he gets injected just one of those touches that makes me think you creative guy you Baz!

44. The way he says and preforms the whole angry scene on stage, the way he says Colonel's an alien, the way his anger escalates, the screaming of fired and the quiet final "You're fired." Before LITERAL mic drop and walk away.

45. The heartbreak we feel as we see him about to leave the hotel only for Parker to be sat waiting for him sinking his fangs back into him again.

46. The insults Elvis throws at Parker is so raw and real and clearly he's so so tired and he is just trapped.

47. The way the Colonel says "The thing about the rock of Eternity my boy is that it's forever just beyond our reach." And that fucking hurts.

48. The face acting of Austin in that scene as he reacts to what the Colonel says is beyond words. The lighting is fabulous.

49. The chilling instrumental as Elvis gives in closing his blinds and telling his dad to send up Doctor Nick and the utter helplessness as he leans on the couch.

50. The way Elvis sits in the car in his jumpsuit with Priscilla the exhaustion in his body language and voice as he says he's out of dreams. How he never made anything lasting. How he thinks no one will remember him. And how horrifying it is the Elvis probably really didn't know how huge and lasting hims impact would actually be.

51. Him mouthing I will always love you.

52. The shot of him looking up as the plane flys and quiet subdued story of the bird that would die if it stopped flying.

53. Parker saying how it wasn't his heart or the pills or himself that killed Elvis but love. Because in a twisted way that's one of truest things he's said in the entire movie.

54. How Parker recalls he saw his last peformance, that he could barely walk but when he sang that song..

55. "Unchained melody from the album Unchained melody.. makes sense.." God Elvis could be funny.

56. The real Elvis during Unchained melody. That voice reverberates with so much feeling and strength despite him being weeks away from his death. He sang with his entire soul and he had a loootta soul.

57. The flatlining noise as Parker fades from the shot and we're left with the back of Elvis spreading his cape like wings reminded of how he couldn't fly away but left the only other way he could.

58. Elvis has left the building.

59. The plain white font for the lines about Parker and Elvis having his in glorious, glorious gold.

60. The credits starting with the utterly bedazzled BAZ LUHRMAN. And I say thank you to that man! Thank you so so much. I love. This. Movie.

I know it's pretty much the whole movie buuut what can I say 🤷‍♀️

#elvis presley #rant #movie #movie rant #elvis #elvis 2022 #baz luhrmann #cinema #movie list #list #favourite moments #top 10 #top 60 #best of #austin butler #tom hanks

[iglooracing]

Hello! I’d love to read a good, FLUFFY, get-together Sebchal, after Seb retired. Charles crushing on him hard still and missing him.

Thanks for taking the time to read the request! :)

you got it! thank you for making the request :)))

———

charles sits at the island across from seb, who’s chopping up seasonal vegetables for their pasta dinner. he can’t stop watching seb’s hands as he carefully maneuvers the knife.

“are you sure i cannot help with anything?” charles asks, gaze still fixed on seb’s hands.

“i’m sure,” seb replies as he continues chopping up some zucchini.

“i can season?” charles offers. “or stir the sauce?”

seb smiles down at the cutting board as he finishes chopping the last of the vegetable.

“please?” charles asks. “you’re allowing me to stay here, i would like to help.”

“charles, i offered for you to come stay with me,” seb responds with a small laugh.

“yes,” charles replies matter of fact.

“yes, and you don’t need to do anything to pay me back,” seb explains. “i want you here, charles.”

charles blinks at seb and furrows his brow. “and i want to be here and help you.”

seb chuckles and looks like he’s about to respond when charles quickly adds, “i miss spending time with you, like this.”

as soon as he says it, charles can tell he’s blushing. he and seb have been texting regularly now for months and have connected at airports in passing, but seb inviting charles to stay at his house in switzerland felt bigger, it felt like more. and charles wants more.

“i just, i mean…” charles trails off, hoping he’s not gone too deep a shade of red, a corsa rosa like his ferrari street wear.

“i know what you mean,” seb replies with a smirk. “me telling you how to cook over video chat is not the same.”

charles gasps. “hey! that was only a couple of times and that recipe was very challenging!”

seb laughs as he turns around to scrape the chopped zucchini into the pot.

charles has missed hearing that whole hearted laugh in person. he can’t see seb’s face, but he’s sure seb’s eyes are wrinkling at the corners like he adores so much.

it’s quiet for a moment as seb places the eggplant on the cutting board and cuts the ends off.

“you think you can handle stirring?” seb teases.

charles rolls his eyes as he gets up off his stool and heads over to the oven to show seb just how good he can stir the damn pasta sauce.

there’s a comfortable silence as they cook, seb sliding in beside charles to add vegetables to the pot every few minutes. charles swears seb gets closer to him each time, but it could just be wishful thinking.

as they start seasoning the sauce, charles is just happy to have seb so close to him, their shoulders brushing. the sauce smells amazing, but seb’s citrusy musky cologne smells even more divine and charles’ head feels like it’s swimming with how badly he wants to just wrap his arms around seb and breathe him in properly.

“okay, try it,” seb says with a nod toward charles, encouraging him.

charles nods and slowly lifts the spoon up to his lips. it’s delicious and hearty, the perfect balance of herby and spicy like charles loves. it tastes like comfort and home.

“c’est magnifique, amazing,” charles replies. “you want to try?” he asks seb as he holds out the spoon.

seb just nods and licks his lips before leaving in to kiss charles, cradling his face with both hands.

charles freezes in shock, but it’s not long until he feels his whole body relax and melt at seb’s kiss. seb is right here and seb is kissing him. like really kissing him.

when seb starts to pull back charles makes a small whine at the back of his throat and he leans back in to kiss seb back properly, dropping the spoon back into the pot.

charles isn’t sure how long they stand there, trading soft kisses in front of their well-cooked pasta sauce until seb pulls back. when charles opens his eyes, seb is staring at him like he’s a first place trophy.

“you’re right,” seb says quietly. “it is amazing.”

#thank you thank you for this prompt!!! #i hope you enjoy i had a really good time writing this one :))) #sebchal #sebastian vettel x charles leclerc #sebchal drabble #sebchal fic #sebchal ficlet #my writing #f1 ficlet #f1 drabble

[charsawdeath]

they get shy when you compliment them in public! - Radio Static? (Gimme-A-Thrust)

they get shy when you compliment them in public! - Radio Static? (Gimme-A-Thrust)

-

For you love dove, as Alastor says, "As you wish~" (It IF but shhh)

-

TV indeed killed the Radio star, some said.

Who else could come out on top with the Radio Demon's hand and not have done something impossible!

No one else but Vox, that's who!

And he showed it off as often as he could.

He was the 'big man' who'd been the one to move first, HE was the one who confessed first!

But he was never the first to compliment!

As if awakening just to do so, Al was up first every damn morning and said something that turned the TV Overlord to blushing static.

Well today, AFTER said compliment was offered and the day was going along, Vox turned to his partner and flashed him a smile before offering up a smooth, sultry, "Ma biche~"

HE was going to go the extra mile and share one in public instead!

With a kiss to the Radio Demon's knuckles, Vox looked up into the others eyes and offered up sweetly, "Tu es magnifique et magnifique~ Rien n'est comparable à toi mon amour~"

The gathered Sinners watched as for the first time, the Radio Demon's face hid from sight but did not fear its action.

Because he was blushing, beaming from ear to ear.

And it sounded loud and clear for all to hear as he fizzled out random stations of love songs without meaning to do so.

-

(My Doe, You are stunning and beautiful, Nothing compares to you my love)

-

@gimme-a-thrust

#written #my work #ao3 #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin hotel alastor #radio static #Alastor x vox #vox x Alastor #Prompts

[razzzar]

Right ok so emesis blue. Yeah, ok. First off. It is so. DAMN. GOOD! I was so confused in such a good way that I had to watch it twice to try and make sense of it. I didnt. But hey they symbolism was pretty neat. Like respawn being a literal hell, medic being death and the amount of Christian symbols with the red team. Like I understand absolutely nothing but I am pretty damn sure the story was about respawn purgatory?? Idk I'm not a theory crafter or a film analyser.

But can we also talk about the harsh lights cuz DAMN the use of blue, red and gold lights in everything is just *chefs kiss* magnifique! Like I'm a sucker for dynamic lights and ooooooooh they used those three colours in the best way possible. I'm serious! Every scene apart from a select few is either lit with red, blue, or gold lights.

Oh and let's not forget the characters because despite everyone being so incredibly flawed I loved them all! Soldier especially, he was just so... Normal. Despite falling into hell and crawling his way out. Medic is also amazing, watching his spiral into insanity, and poor scout and spy...

But seriously, if you don't have epilepsy and can handle a lot of gore then you should watch this because it is a MASTERPIECE! To think fortress films could so easily top Spies Disguise like that.

#emesis blue #tf2 #theory crafters please help in decifering what the fuck this story is about cuz all I've got are vague themes

[usoppsfattit]

~~~~~The Night routine of 50 y/o Sanuso~~~~~

The sun is setting. Turning the blue skies into dark skies, Glistening full of twinkling stars, As the ocean breeze passes across the peacefully sailing Sunny. A handsome 50 y/o Usopp and Sanji are getting ready for bed in the bathroom.

Sanji is carefully placing his hair curlers in his long blonde hair. individually wrapping each loc of long blonde hair. The blonde turns to his Long nosed Lover.

Sanji:"Hey, mon cheri."

Usopp : "Yes, Hun?"

Usopp undoes his Ponytail letting his thick, curly, black hair spill down his back and Shoulders. Then He cups all of the large amount of hair he has (which is a ton and hard to grab all at once but he's a pro at it) into his sunflower yellow silk velvet bonnet, that has sunflower patterns embedded into the bonnet.

Sanji:"Do my Curlers look right?"

Usopp:"you're curlers, oh lemme check, hmmm.... yeah! they look right hun."

Sanji:"Oh thank God, these damn things can be suchhh a pain in the ass."

He woes dramatically, Sanji finally finishes putting all his Curlers into his hair. After that he ties his long beard hair into a braid for easier sleep.

Usopp:"Did you use the new face moisturizer I bought for you Sugar?"

Sanji:"This one, The citrus one?"

Usopp:"Yeah the citrus moisturizer."

Sanji:"Yeah it's lovely it smells sooo Good! thank you magnifique tireur d'élite you're too kind-"

Usopp:"Yes,Yes I know I'm a lovely man~ there's no time to go on, and on about it. I want to go to bed."

Sanji:"Alright, Alright I'll just wait 'till we go to bed."

Usopp and Sanji finally finish getting ready for bed after doing their skin routine, then brushing teeth (of course), The two embrace and share a loving kiss then go to bed in their Hammock, Sanji cuddles up to Usopp, Usopp embraces him back.

Hope this was good I tried quite hard!! ( ^⁠ω⁠^⁠）

#one piece usopp #op usopp #usopp #one piece #black leg sanji #op sanji #one piece sanji #sanji/usopp #sanuso #usosan #my sillies #old men yaoi #old men #writing #fanfic #op fic

[mossolantern]

FIT RIGHT IN - HOMESTUCK PARODY 

lyrics under the cut

(typed without quirks for better readability)

  Red Text - The Signless

Green Text - The Disciple

Yellow Text - The Psiioniic

Mixed Color Text - Multiple People

  [Spoken Prelude] (can be skipped, added on to, or changed however you see fit. I’m not a writer, after all! So if you can make it make sense, power to you!!! Just have fun with the whole thing!)

  We need to make our way into the culltillion, every important highblood is going to be there!

All we have to do is get them to hear us out.

However… we can’t do that if we stick out like sore prongs so… we need to look like highbloods.

  *Gasp* We’re gonna need disguises? Oh, I just love wearing disguises~!

  You two can’t be serious right now, do you have a death wish? “Every important highblood” includes )(er.

 We’re as good as cullbait if we get in there, disguises or not.

  Look, Psii, I know it’s risky, but if we manage to pull this off, we could finally start to make a real change to society!

Look;

[The Actual Song Part]

We’re taught that lowbloods are the hemospectrum’s bottom-rung 

We’re told that highbloods are the brutes you’d hate to be among

They smell like fishes! (They’re vicious!) you bet they’d get me hung!

Meet any one of them, the thing to do is run away!

But although, I know we’re all a bunch of different castes,

Take away the fins and hues, and then you’d see we match!

So let’s put aside our differences, ‘cause what we need’s a win, oh-oh-oh!

Now we’re making brand-new pages in the history books,

Just because we're undercover doesn't mean we're crooks!

When we walk into the crowd and give our brand-new looks a spin,

We're gonna fit right in!

This is- Just, no. (We’re gonna fit right in!)

it’s never gonna work.

We know damn well The Empress is a ruthless maniac,

With horns like razors, and eyes with lasers, 

and fleets to bat (you have eye lasers too!)

She’ll cull us three and then display us on her trophy rack!

So what I'm saying is that this is a really bad plan.

  Look, I know we're risking everything to make our mark,

But just look at us, we’re brave and strong, and we’ve got Heart!

Plus, we’re closer to a real change than we’ve ever, ever been! woah-oh-oh!

So let’s take a leap of faith ‘cause I believe in us,

It’s still worth a try in spite of any repercuss 

‘Cause we’re running out of options and we’re desperate to begin,

We’re gonna fit right in!

 Fine, If you say so;

  We’re gonna fit right in!

  I know we will, now first things first;

  First we’re putting on our disguise, (Hide!)

Then here’s how we’re sneaking inside. (Right!)

At first we’re gonna act the part, (Part?)

Then we’re gonna open their hearts. (Oh, god-) (Shoosh!)

This is how we make social change, (Change!)

Woah, have their outlooks be rearranged! (Yay!)

Now we’re heading toward our goal, (Woah!)

We’ll give ‘em one hell of a show!

  Oh, A purple-hued sign could make any troll hide,

It’s a showcase of their high-place It’s the source of their pride!

Every troll who’s been born has worn a sign that’s unique,

So we’ll make them up as we speak, 

We’ll be looking très magnifique!

We’ll fake a cool-hued illusion to form a stealthy intrusion,

It’s not the perfect solution, but the world’s not big on inclusion.

If we get these guys on our side,

We’ll reap the reward, the empress gets floored,

We’ll strike a new chord, then peace is restored!

 

We know that Alternia can have a heart,

So if we can help to find it, we should play our part!

 If we fail, we’re getting murdered!

 But if not, we’ll start to grin, so let’s begin!

WE’RE GONNA FIT RIGHT IN!

We’re Gonna fit right in!

We’re Gonna fit right in!

We’re Gonna fit right in!(We’re gonna fit right in!)

  This is where our change will jumpstart,

  Encourage ‘em all to play their part,

  We’ve been waiting for this so long!

  This is how we ‘highbloods’ will- end this song!

#moss talks #how tf do i tag this btw? i genuinely don't know #homestuck #look man i am free #feel 100% free to use this btw i love you broadway / offbroadway / musicstuck folks

[xkotaro16w]

Hii, I saw you're taking requests for scenarios of our beloved cat, may I ask for one (romantic) where the reader's first language isn't English? They talk English a lot but back at home it was mostly their first language they use. I wanna see random stuff about it with Leona like his reaction to reader just start yelling in their first language whenever they're mad, them saying compliments to him in their first language, or just sometimes being like Rook and saying stuff half in English half in their first language. If you can, please make the language as anonymous(?) As possible :D! Oh and GN reader please, thank you!! 💗💗 (sorry for the long request and if this is a weird one feel free to ignore this and not do it, no pressures, love uu)

—𝙻𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚊 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚛 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝙶𝙽!𝚂/𝙾 𝚃𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝙵𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝙻𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚐𝚎 (𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝙴𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑)—

Summary: Scenario/short scenario where Leona hears his S/O talking with their first language (their first language isn’t English) that he couldn’t understand, probably some of it or not at all.

Pairing: Leona Kingscholar x GN!S/O.  

CW: Fluff, slight cursing, grammatical error, OOC.  

A/N: AHH MY 1ST LANGUAGE IS ALSO NOT EN JEHBAMWEGBAMBGAMWJGB (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ) THAT’S WHY MY EN ISN’T THAT GOOD, TOOK ME LONG ENOUGH 2 GET OUT FROM MY WRITING BLOCK AWKMJBAMJGWEBAKJWBGAJWGB (ง ͠ಥ_ಥ)ง I HOPE U LIKE THIS EHE-

Having a first language not English is… Interesting, yet common back in your world. Language barrier is always there and it exists, deal with it. Back in your home, you mostly speak with your first language, sometimes you also use English, but your first language is more often.

Here, in NRC, everyone is using English to communicate with each other. Oh, there’s a different case for Rook. He’s using 2 languages, English and French. C’est magnifique, oui? (It’s magnificent, right?). It’s still incredible for him to be able to speak 2 languages at the same time.

Even with your boyfriend, you’re using English to communicate with him. There are times where you use your first language without anyone knowing it, whether you’re saying it under your breath or no one is around you.

Be honest that you ever insulted Crowley using your first language. Thank goodness he didn’t listen to your words, and even if he did, does he understand what you’re saying? Maybe yes, maybe not.

It's not uncommon for you to slip out the words from your main language out of nowhere, just to praise people or curse them. Who would’ve thought the lion hears you for the first time?

His ears move aggressively hearing your voice emit some… Random words he doesn’t quite understand what they mean but he has heard it somewhere before. A pair of predatory eyes shot open to make eye contact with you.

“What? What did ya say, herbivore?” His lazy eyes try to stay open to maintain eye contact with you.

Oh, he heard you praising him while scratching his ears and his head is on your lap? Those ears are quite sharp, just like a real lion he is. You tilt your head and ask him once more to confirm.

Some of the words within your sentence are in English, and the others are unknown, it’s the first time he heard you speak with another language he doesn’t know the meaning of it. Amusing, herbivore.

Truth to be told, it’s actually quite embarrassing for you to translate your current words to him, it was meant to compliment him, damn, his self-esteem will rise to higher ground when he finds out what it really means.

As you let out a sigh, you try your best to explain it to him, before a few students a.k.a. your friends interrupt your lovey-dovey time with your boyfriend. Now, Leona is pissed by the sudden disturbance. Can those stupid herbivores just shut up for a few minutes and let you continue your explanation? They'd better have a good reason to interrupt his napping time with you.

“Hey, Trein is looking for ya! He said he needs to talk with you ‘bout an assignment!” One of them shout from the door of the Botanical Garden.

“Make sure to meet him after this! He’ll totally lecture you for a whole day!” The other student continues their friend’s line.

Before you’ve met Leona in the Botanical Garden, several things happened and they were terrible, and these brats pushed you to the edge of your temperament’s parameter. Without any hesitations, your yell back at them, cursing in your first language.

How grateful you are they were gone after they shouted and moreover the lion beastman suffers from your sudden curse with your unknown language. His tail moves in annoyance and he growls.

“Stop shouting near my ears, herbivore! What the hell are you even sayin’?” His eyes are tightly shut.

Well, herbivore, looks like you need to explain to him what he means with all your words after this. Not only today, over the next few days, he can literally hear you using the same language over and over again.

The lion beastman is keen, he knows when you curse and when you don’t. However, he’s very curious whenever you talk with that language in front of him. Are you cursing or complimenting him? Now, care to explain it?

I DO NOT OWN TWISTED WONDERLAND & DO NOT REPOST MY WORKS.

#kotaro's work #Leona #leona x reader #leona kingscholar #leona kingscholar x reader #twst leona #twisted wonderland #twst #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland x reader #twst imagines #twst wonderland #twst x reader #disney twst

[thiziri]

Princess Anne 🔥

#hot damn 🔥 #MAGNIFIQUE #anne serving looks #princess anne #princess royal #TIM #lmao #he's such a dork #BUT #always there to support his wife #we love to see it #🥰🥰🥰 #tim laurence #timothy laurence #brf #british royal family #my gifs

[cry-ptidd]

Oh okay then let me leave an actual review that isn't a joke:

You did fantastically!

The pacing was excellent, the blend of emotions at play in the scene was superb, the smut was actually pretty hot (even with all the undercurrents of guilt, taking advantage, all that fun stuff). I was left with a lot of thoughts and feelings from the work, in a most excellent way.

Also the characterising of Laura was, as always, tres magnifique.

You wrote some damn good stuff there, be proud of it!

Thank you so so much for the love I was having second thoughts about posting it 😭😭😭 I was scared I overdid it and it got cringy at moments, comments like these really mean a lot 😔

[jules-and-company]

bon les gars. l'autre jour j'ai vu Phèdre de Racine, mise en scène Patrice Chéreau, et je suis IN LOVE pour plein de raisons. tout de suite un liveblog (je sais que ça vous avait manqué)

j’aime bien les costumes, certains très ouverts (comme celui d’Hippolyte) pour laisser voir l’acteur respirer, ou juste mettre les corps en valeur

dominique blanc est MAGNIFIQUE

d’habitude je suis pas fan du jeu d’éric ruf, il continue à avoir des intonations que je trouve pas naturelles, mais y’a des moments de grâce

la toute jeune marina hands (récemment nommée sociétaire à l’heure où j’écris, encore bravo à elle) est juste incroyable en aricie

premier contact avec michel duchaussoy en théramène, bonne surprise honestly

oenone aussi est très très bien campée par christiane cohendy

on m’avait dit (@aramielles) que patrice chéreau était un génie, je suis d’accord, parce que l’entrée du palais grec est magique, les jeux de lumière pour signifier les changements de scène c’est tellement bien pensé

non vraiment dominique blanc quel TALENT bon dieu

ptn la tension pendant l’aveu de l’amour de phèdre à hippolyte. le fait d’avoir ramené le gamin de phèdre pour donner une présence pure et innocente qui est témoin des affres de douleur de sa mère. le jeu de dominique blanc. elle qui découvre littéralement son sein quand elle lui demande de la tuer et qu’il appuie son épée contre sa peau. god DAMN

(et là je prie bien fort que tumblr ne me ban pas)

STOOOOP LE CÂLIN ENTRE THÉSÉE ET HIPPOLYTE QUAND ILS SE RETROUVENT ET PLUS JAMAIS ÇA N'ARRIVERA

OUGH la violence de thésée envers hippolyte 

une fois de plus le talent de dominique blanc bordel de merde

wow ok foutre le corps sanglant d’hippolyte sur scène, ok

j’aime pas le jeu de pascal greggory

LES MAINS SANGLANTES D’ARICIE OKAY JESUS CHRIST 

putain mais même la musique est on point

NOOON THÉSÉE QUI SE COUVRE DU SANG D’HIPPOLYTE STOOOP

et la petite image de chéreau qui regarde ses acteurs saluer avec un grand sourire fier et attendri sur le visage ils veulent donc ma mort

#en vrai cette pièce me tabasse toujours avec la même force mais cette MISE EN SCENE PTN. incroyable #phèdre #comédie française

[alolanrain]

Can I throw a couple of thoughts towards you??

💜 IMO, we were robbed of platonic partners Altomare Latias and Ash- like, supersonic jet dragon and basically a knight? Sign me up!!

💜 Oh! What about Chaos Trio Victini, Pikachu, Ash?? I feel like BW!Era Ash especially deserves to be a bit of a gremlin (don't get me wrong, Cilan and Iris are pretty okay, but... gremlin!Ash, my beloved, y'know?? )

💜 [disclaimer: I *do* like Goh] Hot Take: Goh's a good comedic/dramatic foil for Ash but feels otherwise overrated- so whenever 'Catch 'Em All (Including Literally The Gods)' vs 'Would Want To Catch 'Em All, But Some Have Big Responsibilities' is juxtaposed is just magnifique ™️

💜 Leon and/or Raihan × Older!Ash is good, you write it so dang well, we love to see it! and Jealous Leon is a Look™️ and ohh 👀

💜 Ash gets transformed into a pokémon (dealer's choice) during the Su/Mo // Journeys era, no one really notices until the Team Rocket Scheme Du Jour happens

I am so sorry this took so long, also thank you for separating the thoughts as I shall dk the same to each one.

🤍 Ash and Latias are a Duo that we should have had more content off then just Altomare and I am greatly sad every time I remember. It be really nice to see a come back in journeys or another anime, even though I’m not caught up with Journey in the first place, but there has been a few rare good fics with them on AO3.

🤍 Gremlin!Ash my beloved, my love, how I horn you do dear. But seriously? Victini should have the damn right to travel alongside Ash and Pikachu as the Terror Trio. Ash and Pika would have been the best trainer and friend for them AND they’d love Victini just as their first ever trainer had.

🤍 thank you!! I find it really great and though provoking how I write Ash and Goh together when their Vs. Each other on this topic that you’ve stated. Especially, and I don’t think I’ve written so much about this point yet, how Ash was almost like Goh when he first started out. Now though Ash realizes that a majority of the Legendaries do have responsibilities to their shared planet, even when their throwing tantrums or being kidnapped and enslaved by shitty shorty humans, while Goh doesn’t quite get the concept yet and Ash is desperately trying to make sure he lives another day and not get himself killed.

🤍 thank you yet again!!! I really do like it when people comment on my older Ash stuff, especially when he’s shipped with Leon or Raihan. It outweighs the negative or hurtful comments I get from people who genuinely don’t like it. And I get it! It’s not everyone’s cup of tea but I also specifically make sure that either their Ash’s age in the very rare instance or Ash is older in every instance. I’d never actually ship Ash with an older person in the anime when he’s still ten. And also Jealous!Leon is a Look and I love it so much.

🤍 I would love to see Ash transformed into another legendary or mythical, something small like Shaymin or Victini but my heart also wants a baby Lugia or Tapu Koko.

#ash ketchum #Goh #Victini #pikachu #Leon #Raihan #aurafangshipping #leon/ash #I still can’t remember the ship name I had for them #Ik it’s not hat shipping as it’s been taken by another pair long before

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louis, regarde ça... c'est un film magnifique about a tortured vampire who falls for, comment dit on, his chanteur de sang; her blood sings to him... her blood is so irrésistable to him that elle est son "own personal brand of heroine." comme moi et toi, n'est pas, mon petit agneau? you sang to me my darling, effervescent mortal that you were....i couldnt resist a little taste.... "and so the lion falls in love with the lamb," you see, louis, zey are juste like you and me at the very beginning of our courtship...

et regarde...the cullens are végétarians ... ils mangeons animal blood.... juste like you, my love.... however je sais pas this.... "américan pastime" called baseball...although i must admit the song "supermassive blackhole" speaks to the dark void in my damned body where my soul should be....

#flexing my combination high school french and study abroad in quebec #joining in on the memes :) #iwtv au that takes place in montreal..... #lestat: calice tabarnak #personally i think lestat louis and claudia would have really enjoyed the twilight saga #interview with the vampire 2022 #iwtv #lestat de lioncourt #twilight