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megamindsupremacy · 1 year

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Hello! Do you ever think about how Captain Marvel would probably be someone who helps out in the soup kitchens or raises awareness for actually good charities and homeless shelters (because Billy Batson has experience with which is bad and which is good for obvious reasons) and so because he's such an influential/charming hero it works and the charities, shelters and many other things just get an immediate and overwhelmingly amazing response afterwards with many donations and such and then it's sometimes on the news and Batman sees the news or reads an article as Bruce Wayne and just smiles a bit and thinks back to how his kids were struggling and thinks "another charity to my list of donation worthy ones" and then asks Alfred to prepare a cheque of about a ridiculous amount of money (because he's a billionaire and he wouldn't care if his bank account had a dent in it) and just showers the charities, and then Superman is like "hey! My pal Marvel is vouching for these places and works there sometimes, maybe I can get more people to donate by having an interview with him!" And so basically every Leaguer helps out in their own way and Captain Marvel becomes like the unofficial guy who let's everyone know about the charity/donation thingy and if it's good or not and he becomes a big fan favourite among the lower class and his merch becomes more widespread but because he personally asked the corporations making these (and also with the help of Bruce's lawyers) to make the merch cheaper and more accessible for everyone because he hates when things that bring joy are so overly expensive and unaccessible for people in the lower class and that just makes him an even bigger fan favourite, and whenever he passed by stores in his Billy form and sees people able to buy his merch for cheap with such happy smiles on their faces, he can't help but feel giddy and self indulgent at times and buy a pin or two, maybe a hoodie, the hoodie is just for the extra hilarity because one time he passed by Clark when he was looking for Cap and Billy was in the hoodie and he nearly lost his mind

Ohh my god this is such a lovely idea. Billy being the unofficial sponsor of all these charities and nonprofits and volunteer organizations. Because Billy knows what it's like to have nothing (because he still materially has basically nothing and emotionally he's so distant from his friends coworkers comrades fellow league members and he wants other people to feel better and good and loved) so he just. Pours himself into doing good, not just by punching bad guys and sealing rifts in dimensions but by volunteering at soup kitchens and talking people down from rooftops and rescuing cats from trees.

And think of his mantra: "Do good, and good will follow", and then seeing how his own acts of kindness, unthinking and conscious, are influencing the hero community and branching outward from there, that this Gotham City billionaire cited Capitan Marvel as his inspiration for his most recent donation to a Fawcett City organization, and Superman is following in his footsteps. I bet Billy saves up his money to buy his own merch for himself and also to pass out to people to help them feel better after a loss or a scary moment.

Also, both Billy and Clark are wearing Captain Marvel hoodies and Billy is fully like "is superman impersonating me??" before realizing, no, that's Superman's secret identity, walking around, looking for Billy, in a Captain Marvel hoodie. Absolutely he loses his mind.

#i should make an ask tag #billy batson #Capitan marvel #sorry for taking forever to respond thanksgiving break has been a whirlwind #i saw a long ask and i was like well! i will respond to that when i have the brain capacity. [five days later] I FORGOT ABOUT THE ASK-#god you have such good billy opinions and now i am having billy thoughts #hes a good kid! hes pure of heart! he's a little dude!#hes so nice to everyone even though it costs so much even though its not even a conscious choice #hngmgh. man. little guy

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titoist · 2 years

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watched seinfeld on my lonesome for the first time in around 2 years, on a whim, eating dinner while doing so. it had a big impact on me, when i was a tad younger. &...it was nice! but, of course, i may be biased, as i generally have not really consumed media for rest & relaxation in months & i feel that my instincts for it have totally atrophied - anything that isn't horrible will seem, to me, subjectively, pretty good. i laughed harder at the performance of the actor for newman than i have at any show in the last few years, i think. but there also existed this strange sense of... casual cynicalness to it i can't pinpoint - which, while watching, really sharply pricked at me! at least, once or twice... it's the firsts episode of season 7 - inwhere george & jerry make a pact to "grow up" & get married, with the hope of finally ridding themselves of what they perceive to be childish behavior they haven't grown out of... rejecting women for silly little things, being pessimistic, selfish, cruel & unfair, lonely, etc.... george perceives their mutual agreement as being a tacit pact to marry, while jerry thinks nothing of it. the central conflict is that jerry immediately goes back on his resolution, whereas george takes the foolhardy & comically ill-advised choice to impulsively propose to his ex-girlfriend, who says yes. when george finds out jerry broke the pact, he realizes that he does not really feel any love for his fiancee... instead, seemingly having gotten a kick out of jerry's approval. hilarity ensues. thought: it seems to accept & propagate the pop culture norm of "annoying bitch wife" in a way that i found unpleasant - or, rather, maybe it's not how they portrayed george's fiancee... i feel it's just generally the image of love that's presented. kramer and jerry talk amongst one-another how marriage & love is a self-imposed prison, having to wake up to the same woman every day, to sleep with her every night, to be forced to spend time with her, to have to take her considerations into account.... it's enough to make jerry reconsider the whole "love" thing entirely, and the central bit is that george doesn't realize the folly of his love sooner - since, now... well, buddy, he's "trapped" with it. & it seems unpleasant, to me, personally, to entertain the "ol' ball and chain!" conception of love in the way that it's done here - a robotic, unthinking pop culture cliche. love shouldn't hurt, it shouldn't be painful, nor should it feel tantamount to torture. i don't think i ever, ever understood it... because, to me, personally, spending time with those i've loved is the closest i've ever gotten to a heaven on earth. watching it produced a weird feeling of embarrassment, like i was being humiliated by my old-fashioned conservative parents' anachronistic beliefs. i was tempted to say, as a continuation, that i get this feeling... that, the more we just unthinkingly surrender to these media tropes & depictions, it will, conversely, reduce our own capacity to love & to be human. but i'm not completely sure it's that serious - upon reflection, i feel it's much more likely i was just quote unquote Wigged Out by a depiction of love that struck me as obnoxiously mean-spirited, & i'm simply attempting to justify it with a scrawl that is... ostensibly sensical, but really over-reactive. hrrmmm. it could, certainly, be that the episode was in actuality making fun of the exact mindset that it, to me, seemed to totally & unconditionally reflect... and i'm just too dumb and/or tired and/or other likeminded adjectives to have fully processed it. that might be interesting, though. i've always perceived Seinfeld to sort of... purposefully be a show about terrible people, a la "it's always sunny in philadelphia". but it feels like... where IASIP frames its horribleness as uniquely disgusting and inhuman, Seinfeld seems to portray that these banal habits are all extremely normal & commonplace, an exhibition of casual cruelty. & maybe that - that idea of casual cruelty - is actually what is, to me, viscerally discomforting

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inukag-archive · 3 years

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Hello are tjere inukag fluff fanfic out there where they go on a date in the modern world. I like reading how cute and awkard inuyasha is in the modern world.

Hi Anon, thank you for the ask!

We definitely have some recommendations for you! Some of these are pure fluff, some have elements of mature themes or content.

An Education by @superpixie42 (T) Summary: Inuyasha's been spending more time in the Modern Era trying to understand why Kagome's so obsessed with the whole school thing. A trip to the aquarium is eye opening for him in more ways than one.

The Importance of Ramen by @mamabearcat (M) Summary: Kagome is struggling to cope with balancing two worlds - the physical safety of modern Tokyo and the pressures of high school, and the danger of the past. She has handled battles with demons and monsters in the Sengoku Jidai with the help of her friends. But how will she handle a confrontation in the modern era, with no weapon and friends to help her? And how can she cope with her growing emotional attachment to an oblivious dog hanyou?

All Hallow’s Eve by @splendentgoddess (M) Summary: When Kagome's friends invite her and her "jealous boyfriend" to a Halloween party, she decides she actually wants to go, and convinces Inuyasha to go with her. It seemed like a good idea at the time.

Merry Christmas, Inuyasha by @splendentgoddess (K+) Summary: Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the shrine, the Higurashis were preparing a meal fine. Kagome went to retrieve the chicken with care, not knowing a certain hanyou had followed her there…okay that's enough rhyming.

The Irony of Fate by @fawn-eyed-girl (E) Summary: After Kagome wishes for the Shikon Jewel to disappear, she and Inuyasha are transported back to 21st century Tokyo, where they are trapped after the well closes up. How will they cope with living with Kagome's family, and what happens when youkai from the past start showing up? What will they do when the unthinkable happens, and will they ever get back down the well?

Can’t get enough by Roxataku (E) Summary: It's mating season and Kagome has gone back to her own time, leaving her lover InuYasha in a state of sexual frenzy. Sexual mayhem and hilarity ensues when he tracks her down to get what he needs.

The Lucky Ones by TerriBotta (M) Summary: Sometimes Fate hands you a gift you never thought you’d ever get, and it’s up to you to accept it for what it is.

Purity by Sueric (M) Summary: Naraku is dead. The jewel is restored. Facing the 'truth' of InuYasha's feelings, Kagome does the unthinkable. In a final act of love, Kikyou gives InuYasha one chance to fix what went so wrong. But is he too late? Completed

Midnight Kiss by Sleep Walking Chicken (T) Summary: (One-shot) Its New Years in Kagome's time and Inuyasha wants to be the one to give her her midnight kiss. With help from Mrs. Higurashi and Kagome's friends, will Inuyasha get his wish? (Fluff, fluff and more fluff in this story. Bring a toothbrush)

The Ferris Wheel at the Festival Pt 1 by Maginn322 (T) Summary: Kagome wants to take Inuyasha to a festival. What happens when they run into her friends. Inuyasha tries Cotton Candy. And a top the Ferris Wheel at the end of the day, something special happens.

The Best Present by @fawn-eyed-girl (T) Summary: Inuyasha helps Kagome bring a Christmas tree home to the Higurashi shrine. Kagome tells Inuyasha about the traditions of Christmas Eve, and he gives her a special gift.

I Spy by @dawnrider (M) Summary: A lovely night for a fight... Well maybe not so much. Inuyasha and Kagome have a night out. What do you spy with your little eye? Songfic one-shot

We hope you enjoy these!

#Inuyasha Fanfiction #InuKag Fanfic #InuKag Archive #Date in the Modern Era

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myluciferiscody · 4 years

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*MASTERLIST*

started; 10/30/2019

updated; 08/29/2021

masterlist for all my ahs characters! :) thank you, enjoy, lovelies. i also do take requests/asks, if it’s do-able, I will be more than happy to write it!

* denotes smut

MICHAEL LANGDON:

Dead Girl Walking (On-Hiatus)

your parents decide to enroll your family in the Foreign Exchange program at your school. her name is Violet Harmon and she will be living with you for an entire year. someone fucked up and now you have to live with her brother, Michael, as well. hopefully he will behave.

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4

Dancing With A Stranger (Request-Completed)*

you’re staying at the Hotel Cortez for the week with your best friend, Winter. that night you meet Michael Langdon, the owner of the hotel, also known as the Count. au!

part 1 | part 2

XAVIER PLYMPTON

In Case You Don’t Live Forever

your best friend, Xavier Plympton, was murdered at Camp Redwood. a year later, you’re still not over his death. a spontaneous trip to Camp Redwood doesn’t go like you expected.

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | epilogue

The Last Time

you and your boyfriend Xavier go to warn Chef Bertie about what is going on at Camp Redwood. When things take a nasty turn, one of you has to do the unthinkable.

Grow As We Go

the night your boyfriend Xavier, relapses, you reflect on his rocky past. warning: mentions of drug use

Dancing With Your Ghost

you go camping with your friends at camp redwood and meet a mysterious group of people.

part 1 | part 2 | epilogue

Summer of ‘84*

your job at the drive-in with your friend xavier plympton takes an unexpected turn.

I Loved You First

xavier plympton becomes someone’s boyfriend. and it’s not you. you loved him first, but his heart is running out. or so you thought.

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | epilogue

Merry Christmas, Darling

just a little something for the christmas season, y/n reflects on the past year after nearly losing xavier :)

Haunted (Happy Halloween!)

you go to a haunted house with the gang, where scares and hilarity ensue

DANDY MOTT:

You’re Ravishing (Request)*

dandy is thirsty, and it’s not for water.

A Boy Like That (Excerpt)

elsa catches you sneaking back onto her grounds after spending time with dandy.

Pity Party

dandy is upset, so you take him out for ice cream.

Tag, You’re It

you’re alone on halloween night and notice a strange figure lurking outside.

Class Fight

high school au! when the quarterback takes an interest in you, your friend dandy has a few things to say about it.

part 1 part 2 part 3

More Dandy Requests:

Accompanying Dandy

Ghost! Dandy

Ghost! Dandy part 2

Comforting Dandy

Sick Dandy

Clingy Dandy

BOBBY RICHTER:

Look What I Found

you’re nervous to see a new face in camp redwood after all these years, and bobby is happy he found you.

HARRY GARDNER

Freak Like Me*

harry spends too much time writing his new script, so you decide to distract him (tw: blood kink, knife play)

RATCHED:

EDMUND TOLLESON

Dangerous Woman*

you’re a nurse at lucia who has to deliver edmund his meals. upon meeting, edmund immediately likes you, causing mildred ratched to get you together. part 1 part 2 part 3 (coming soon)

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cullxtheherd · 3 years

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Dammit, I'm too soft and need my comfort boys now! 😭

Can I get “No one’s kissed me like that in a long time.” for Sharky, my dear pyromaniac boy? ❤

hell yeah you friggin can!!! thank, thank, thank you for sending me this ask!! i haven't proofread SHIT!! i took my medicaiton and i need a nap!!! asakdjskdsk this is uh? what most would call NSFW, enjoy!

“Woah, woah Chica-” Charlemagne grips the condensation laden bottle by its end and its past peeling sticker. The texture lies somewhere between off putting and comforting and he runs the pad of his thumb over one of the wrinkled corners, “Hold on now I-hCc!” Despite being a well seasoned drinker something must not have sat right with him this evening and he hiccups twice before he can continue.

“What was I sayin’?'' It comes out as one word on one hopps laden breath and he refocuses on his drinking partner for the time being, “Oh, yeah!” He hikes a finger into the air vaguely in her direction with one eye half closed, leaning on the rounded edge of the bartop, “We hardly even know each other, Little Miss!” With the bottle halfway to his lips he abruptly stops, one finger uncurling to point at her as well, “And I do declare-hmnn-hmm-hmm!”

Sharky can’t hardly help himself on a good day and he starts laughing. First he does try to subdue it, face pinching with the effort but he does release a painful snort, “I’m sorry,” He tries between a hoot, “I can’t even take my own damn self seriously- did you hear what I was even trying to say? I mean, woo-hoo!” He laughs again at the thought, cheeks and neck reddening with rising hilarity, “Me. Charlemagne Victor Boshaw the FOURTH!! Tellin’ an interested woman what’s for.”

“Well, I mean!” He realizes himself too late and he sputters trying to backtrack, bottle at his lips for a swish before he continues, “That is not to say that I am assumin’ nothin’ when it comes to that or you and me- and hey!” Feeling like he’s really only caught his first good, decent look at his comrade for the night, he tries to concentrate around the blurred, starry edges of his vision. “Hang on now, you remind me of somebody.” His face screws up in a look of near constipation, gears grinding and turning - trying desperately to form a single, cognitive thought, “I know you…”

“Aww,” Her voice is low and pitying, sickeningly sweet, “Sharky.” Tinged with a hint of hopeful disappointment, “You should just stop thinking.” She swivels in her seat, one leg folded neatly over the other and a halo of blonde shining under the overhead lights, “Just,” She inches closer, just slightly, forever luring him in but never setting the hook, “Hush that pretty head of yours and have another drink. It is,” The lines around her eyes set when she giggles far more youthful than her appearance, “On the house, after all.”

“Yeah,” He agrees though he isn’t particularly thirsty and when a bottle is pressed to his lips he takes a lengthy swig, fully trusting the woman he’s been speaking to. “I should,” So entranced is he that he hardly realizes the switch off. New bottle, different shape, “You’re right.” Directly from her hands to his mouth this time. “That’s an excellent idea-” He wants to elaborate but the thoughts leave him and he watches, happily, as someone he is sure he should know briefly interrupts their little two-person soirée.

“Yes,” He catches her saying, “Yes Father.”

The way she looks up at him with an unmatched, heady desire sparks a tight, hateful twinge somewhere deep within him and suddenly, without thought or warning, he’s getting up out of his seat- nearly jumping backwards off of his bar stool. He doesn’t say anything but he holds himself on edge, breath heavy and chest tight. Ready for what, he isn’t sure.

His new friend gets up as well. Slowly and placatingly she approaches him. Tiptoeing barefoot around the toppled stool she rests on her heels in front of him, pads of her pointers tracing the raised, bubble lettering of his sweatshirt. “Shame,” She sounds sad and heartbroken as she looks up at him through her lashes, “Things were going so well, wouldn’t you say?”

Though he is struggling through the haze, trying to break free from the control she has on him he finds himself nodding along, mouth opening, “Yes, I would.”

“Tonight was going to be the night, Charlemagne,” There is an almost supernatural, haunting tone to her voice that coats him to his very soul- viscous and charming is she, “The. Night.” She pouts feigning a sob into his chest and, despite the dread creeping in he embraces her, palms smoothing over the lines of her gauzy, lace dress. “Do you understand what that means?”

Sharky doesn’t respond verbally but his fingers tighten, digging into the curve of her shoulders underneath a layer of fabric that reminds him of the floral doilies his grandmother kept on surfaces around her home.

“You and me, together,” Though he is gaining his wits his heart aches for that statement, “Forever.” She spins once, heavenly, between his arms and humming, “It could be Bliss, you know.”

She looks up at him and though he knows he should make a move to run- leave this place and never look back, he dips his head instead. When their lips meet it is other-worldly. Charlemagne feels like blasting off into space with Larry and whatever that damn computer's name is he’s always talking about.

Though they are by no means alone, anything rooted in reality ceases to exist for him. They could be in the middle of a field, tornado overhead- bottom of a mountain with an avalanche barrelling down and he would be none the wiser. Sharky had never been one to buy into the whole ‘time stops’ theory when it came to being with another person and sharing intimacy, but? He is becoming a believer as the seconds tick by.

When they pull apart, each of their chests heaving for breath he takes a long, wisened look at her. This is? The enemy. Without a doubt- make no mistakes about it. This is wrong.

She opens her mouth to say something but unthinking and working solely on drive Charlemagne pushes forward, rearing her into the wall of, what he is now aware is, not a licensed retail establishment. The bus turned Peggie jungle gym decorating the center of Moonflower Trailer Park creaks and groans with the voracity in which he attaches himself to her.

In the many times he’d dared to imagine a similar scenario he at least envisioned some kind of refusal or rebuttal from the female Herald but she leans into him, eager to respond. Sharky pulls away, flustered lips biting a line down the side of her mouth to her chin. At her neck he particularly digs in, hands tying into her hair tightly.

“No one’s kissed me like that in a long time,” She’s a mixture of cross and ashamed, hands wrung tightly in the curled hairs at the nape of his neck, “Bastard.”

“Should leave you with a little somethin’ for Padre Joe, in that case.” He moves in as her mouth opens to object, teeth rough on the tender bend of her neck. A hand travels the curve of her ass, bringing her in closely as she responds.

“Sharky . . .”

He’s never heard a creature as ethereal as her breathless before and it takes battling an excellent sense of self preservation to make a line of mottled, swollen hickeys in every tender, erogenous zone he can manage to get to. “You like that?” As the Bliss really begins to leave him he does have the sense to start getting angry with her and her tricks despite their current entanglement.

She nods her agreement, little huffs of air tickling the short hairs on the side of his neck but it isn’t quite the type of affirmation he’s looking for.

“Let’s see, then.” With nearly any other woman he would likely not be this assertive but this is the second time she’s tried to drug him and take advantage of him to get him to join their stupid wacky cult and? He’s not concerned about pleasantries or anything resembling normalcy. The hand at her rear ruchs up the back of her dress just enough so that he can trace the outline of her panties freely before snaking a finger inside, “Oh, yeah?”

She has the decency to look embarrassed and he smiles wide, pleased, “You get all hot and bothered thinkin’ of ways to get me to say Yes, don’t you?”

“I-” He shifts, moving to bring his hand to a more advantageous position and she makes a noise of protest, “No!”

Sharky raises a brow at her and the way her barefoot slaps the ground in rebuttal, “You sure about that?” Reaching between them he adjusts himself, purposefully slow to return his hand to the apex of her thighs. Alight with joy at the look of frustration it causes he relents, “Now,” The decommissioned school bus creaks when she tries to vy for leverage against his slow, lapping movements, “Think real hard before you answer me-”

“Yes! I do- I,” Rachel cuts herself off sucking in a large, shaking breath, “Ohh! I love thinking of ways to bring you down, Sinner! I- mmm!”

Charlemagne laughs silently, eyes creasing up in the direction of the moonlight. Toeing the line of stern and gentle he leans in, lips and tongue and careful teeth against her. Two small, hot hands grip the width of his wrist, keeping him there, when he tries to adjust his stance and he grins against her, sickeningly glad to know he is doing well for her.

Nose against the shell of her ear and mouth working on and off in time with his digits he speaks gently this time, starkly aware of what her reality must be, “How long has it been since a man treated you right?” Apparently unable to speak, she shakes her head in the negative, teeth pinching her lower lip, “Never?”

“Shut up,” She barely manages.

“What?”

“I said shut up and fuck me, Charlemagne!”

His entire face screws up at that, her hazy spell broken. “No,” Sharky removes himself from her, head shaking in the negative, “Don’t think I will. Go home, Faith.”

“You can’t just stick your fingers in a woman and then tell her to get out, Sharky!”

“I can and I have and I will, Ma’am.” Taking a breath he releases what he’s debating on, “Not every guy wants it like that, Shorty.” Out of view within the bus behind her he reaches into the darkness, “Sooner you learn that,” He shrugs, looking stern though he is sporting quite the rock-hard erection, “Sooner we can do more than just talk.”

“Sharky-”

The shotgun blast dissipates the vision of her and he looks down at the barrel, nearly disappointed he hadn’t submitted and agreed to be turned into one of her newest pets, “Well. Least I got my twenty bucks worth.”

#aaaaaaaaaaaaaa help meee #far cry 5 #sharky boshaw #faith seed #LKHGLKHGL:GHLG I'LL GO #also for those of you unaware the 20 bucks line is because sharky has a bit of dialogue #where he talks about meeting faith #falling in love with her voice and just absolutely handing her 20 bucks for no reason- she didn't even ask #he just gave it to her #I LOVE A MAAANN AKJSKSADSAKA #satan writes fanfic

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mememuses · 2 years

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•°. *࿐ 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒌𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒆;

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welcome to the mememuses blog. here you shall find your weekly fix of classical hilarity. this blog was founded by three classical nerds in need of some therapy after studying the odyssey; they didn't take our case seriously, and so we made this instead.

our expertise (and trauma) is in the odyssey and the aenied, as well as virgil and homer. madeline miller's works are also something we are interested in expanding into. expect memes, expect incorrect quotes, expect ramblings of a ridiculous kind. let us delve and deal with the ancient world of the greeks and romans, and find the balance between the academic and the unthinkable.

and in the meanwhile, entertain yourself at the prospect of me trying to sound as poetic as possible whilst trying to make sense. the struggle is real.

suggestions are always welcome! feel free to use the ask function on our blog for any requests.

- nynaeve, amata and dido

#the odyssey #homer #virgil #the aeneid #greek gods #greek mythology #memes #muses #the weekly muse #classics #roman mythology #mythology #odysseus x aeneas #premium odysseus

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rockislandadultreads · 2 years

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Dark Humor in Fiction: Book Recs

Heart of Junk by Luke Geddes

The city of Wichita, Kansas, is wracked with panic over the abduction of toddler pageant princess Lindy Bobo. However, the dealers at The Heart of America Antique Mall are too preoccupied by their own neurotic compulsions to take much notice. Postcards, perfume bottles, Barbies, vinyl records, kitschy neon beer signs—they collect and sell it all. Rather than focus on Lindy, this colorful cast of characters is consumed by another drama: the impending arrival of Mark and Grant from the famed antiques television show Pickin’ Fortunes, who are planning to film an episode at The Heart of America and secretly may be the last best hope of saving the mall from bankruptcy. Yet the mall and the missing beauty queen have more to do with each other than these vendors might think, and before long, the group sets in motion a series of events that lead to surprising revelations about Lindy’s whereabouts. As the mall becomes implicated in her disappearance, will Mark and Grant be scared away from all of the drama or will they arrive in time to save The Heart of America from going under?

The Red Car by Marcy Dermansky

In her “dry, delightful fairy tale for grown-ups” (People), celebrated novelist Marcy Dermansky offers a biting exploration of a woman’s search for self-realization and models of a life well lived. When Leah’s former boss and mentor, Judy, dies in an accident and leaves Leah her most prized possession—a flashy red sports car—the shock forces Leah to reevaluate her whole life. Leah is living in Queens with a husband she doesn’t love and a list of unfulfilled ambitions. Returning to San Francisco to claim the mysteriously powerful car, she revisits past lives and loves in several sprawling days colored by sex and sorrow. Dermansky evokes an edgy, capricious, and beautifully haunting heroine—one whose search for realization is as wonderfully unpredictable and hypnotic as the twists and turns of the Pacific Coast Highway. Tautly wound, transgressive, and mordantly funny, The Red Car is an incisive exploration of one woman’s unusual route to self-discovery.

The Antiques by Kris D'Agostino

A family reunites after the death of its patriarch just as a hurricane tears through town in this “sparklingly funny novel about love, power, money, and adult siblings finding the beating heart of what matters most: one another” (People). On the night of a massive hurricane, three estranged siblings learn that their father is dying. For the first time in years, they convene at their childhood home in upstate New York, where the storm has downed power lines, flooded houses, and destroyed the family’s antique store. The Westfalls are no strangers to dysfunction. But never have their lives felt so out of control. Armie is living in their parents’ basement. In Manhattan, Josef, a sex-addicted techie, is struggling to repair his broken relationship with his daughters. Their sister, Charlie, who works in Hollywood as a publicist for a wayward young actress, just learned that her son has been expelled from preschool. Amid the storm, they come together to plan their father’s memorial service, only to learn his dying wish—they must sell his priceless Magritte painting. As their failures are laid bare, they discover that hope often lurks in the darkest of places. And so, too, can hilarity.

Edie Richter is Not Alone by Rebecca Handler

Funny, acerbic Edie Richter is moving with her husband from San Francisco to Perth, Australia. She leaves behind a sister and mother still mourning the recent death of her father. Before the move, Edie and her husband were content, if socially awkward―given her disinclination for small talk. In Perth, Edie finds herself in a remarkably isolated yet verdant corner of the world, but Edie has a secret: she committed an unthinkable act that she can barely admit to herself. In some ways, the landscape mirrors her own complicated inner life, and rather than escaping her past, Edie is increasingly forced to confront what she's done. Everybody, from the wildlife to her new neighbors, is keen to engage, and Edie does her best to start fresh. But her relationship with her husband is fraying, and the beautiful memories of her father are heartbreaking, and impossible to stop. Something, in the end, has to give. Written in clean spare prose that is nevertheless brimming with the richness and wry humor of the protagonist's observations and idiosyncrasies, Edie Richter is Not Alone is Rebecca Handler’s debut novel. It is both deeply shocking and entirely quotidian: a story about a woman's visceral confrontation with the fundamental meaning of humanity.

#fiction #dark humor #to read #adult fiction #tbr #reading recommendations #Book Recommendations #book recs #library books #to be read #booklr #book tumblr #booktok #humor #humorous fiction

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c-is-for-circinate · 4 years

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Several interesting options if things go sideways next episode

A NOTE TO THE UNIVERSE: THESE ARE AU IDEAS ONLY. I DO NOT WANT TO SEE ANY OF THIS ACTUALLY HAPPEN. AU ONLY!!!!!

I do not actually have an encyclopedic knowledge of the M9′s inventories, which means that while I’m pretty sure they have 2-3 diamonds, I might be off. Furthermore, I don’t know how much the diamonds they have are worth, and they do have two people to bring back from the dead. (It is very very important that Orly gets brought back from the dead, damnit.)

So: supposing that Revivify works on Orly, but the dice roll is too low for Fjord and it turns out to need a proper Raise Dead. This is absolutely not a deal-breaker, especially since the party can and will buff themselves to hell and back to make the ritual offerings and lower the DC. Supposing, additionally, that my lower estimate is correct and the team only has two diamonds on them, and spends them both raising Orly and Fjord, there are some really interesting possibilities for what the team could do next.

(These possibilities are only interesting because of my absolute certainty that the team would march to the Nine Hells themselves, at level 11, to bring Fjord back to life. He’s going to be fine. They love him too much for any other option. I SPEAK THIS TRUTH INTO THE UNIVERSE DAMNIT.)

The M9 attempt very carefully locate and purchase a diamond from another ship in the armada on the way to peace talks. They have to do this without their high-charisma face, without any apparent captain, and without letting on to this entire, extremely touchy, extremely-well-armed armada full of ships that they used to be pirates, they’re marked for death by a sea serpent demigod, or, y’know, literally anything else about themselves. Slightly hysterical tense hilarity ensues.

Essek fucking owes them. They call it in. He is going to teleport somewhere to buy the biggest fucking diamond he can get, and he is going to teleport back to the Ball Eater to give it to them as soon as motherfucking possible. There’s some really fascinating role-reversal in the burden of debt involved in this taxi service, Essek shows some actual emotion about Fjord’s death, and a whole lot of intrigue revolves around trying not to let on to anybody else that Essek is doing this or why.

Fuck it: Essek can’t or won’t help, there are no diamonds to be had, Jester is hysterical and Beau has checked out completely, they’re done. Fuck the peace talks. Fjord is more important. The entire M9 teleport away, leaving the Ball Eater and also the entire continent to its own fate. World peace matters. Their friend matters more.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck: their friend matters so much, but world peace matters more. Caduceus casts Gentle Repose immediately, obsessively, twice as frequently as the spell requires. Everybody shrinks down to the tightest, tensest versions of themselves. They will save the motherfucking world because that is their job, and then they will go the fuck back to Nicodranas or Rosohna or anywhere in the goddamn world on dry land and they will fix this.

It’s impossible to pick between saving Fjord and saving the peace talks, so they do the unthinkable and split the party. One of the clerics and two people with something to offer a resurrection ritual bamf off for diamonds and desperation. The other cleric stays with the ship and the other half of the party, grim and determined, trail along with the armada trying to keep up face and protect this fragile peace with only three people. (Literally any division here is fascinating. Jester, Caleb, and Nott trying to resurrect while Beau stays to first-mate the ship and Yasha stays to keep them safe and Caduceus stays to keep them alive? Both Empire Siblings stick to the peace mission and send Nott and Yasha off drag Fjord back? So many options, so much awesome.)

The M9 are shit at moderation and not great at long-term plans, but they sure are good at doubling down, so they’re going to do both: take Fjord back to land to bring him back to life, and make it to the peace talks in time. The Ball Eater’s faster than most of this fleet. They attempt to hightail it back to Nicodranas and then catch back up. U’kotoa tries to raid the ship twice more before they hit the coast and then three more times on their way back to the armada before they finally kill him themselves. They do not actually make it to the talks in the end.

#cr spoilers #episode 98

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somegirlsnerdywords2 · 4 years

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Anime i’ve Watched

That begin with a A (Part 2)!

Yep this is how i’m going to bring over all the anime and manga i’ve watched and posted about on the old blog. It’s not so detailed but it will have to do. Anything new I watch or read from this point on will have their own posts.

Angel Beats!:

Genres: action, comedy, drama, school, supernatural

Synopsis: Otonashi awakens only to learn he is dead. A rifle-toting girl named Yuri explains that they are in the afterlife, and Otonashi realizes the only thing he can remember about himself is his name. Yuri tells him that she leads the Shinda Sekai Sensen (Afterlife Battlefront) and wages war against a girl named Tenshi. Unable to believe Yuri's claims that Tenshi is evil, Otonashi attempts to speak with her, but the encounter doesn't go as he intended. Otonashi decides to join the SSS and battle Tenshi, but he finds himself oddly drawn to her. While trying to regain his memories and understand Tenshi, he gradually unravels the mysteries of the afterlife. [Written by MAL Rewrite]

My Rating: 10/10

Finished airing in 2010 with a total of 13 episodes.

My Thoughts: A masterpiece and a classic. Now that I think about this one probably deserves a rewatch! Tragic and beautiful with one hell of an opening theme. This one really takes you for journey in 13 short episodes and it’s not one that you’ll soon forget.

Ani ni Tsukeru Kusuri wa Nai! (Please Take my Brother Away):

Genres: comedy, school, slice of life

Synopsis: Shi Miao simply cannot stand her lazy, stupid, and unreliable elder brother Shi Fen, who is one year above her at the same high school. Though the two siblings can only depend on each other, Shi Miao's violent tendencies combined with Shi Fen's knack for causing trouble cause them to fight constantly. And so, Shi Miao can only hope that someone might take her brother away—even though, when push comes to shove, Shi Fen always tries to do what he believes is best for his cute younger sister. [Written by MAL Rewrite]

My Rating: 9/10

Finished airing in 2017 with a total of 12, 3 minute episodes.

My Thoughts: Three minute episodes of pure comedic bliss. A short and light anime that’s perfect if you’re looking for a bit of a pick me up series but don’t have a ton of time. Highly recommend.

Ani ni Tsukeru Kusuri wa Nai! 2 (Please Take My Brother Away 2):

Genres: comedy, school, slice of life

Synopsis: As always, Shi Miao is tired of her brother's ridiculous antics, and Shi Fen can only hope to escape the clutches of his violent sister. With their friends and classmates in tow, the two continue their dysfunctional relationship as reluctant but devoted siblings. [Written by MAL Rewrite]

My Rating: 9/10

Finished airing in 2018 with a total of 24, 3 minute episodes.

My Thoughts: The hilarity continues, this time with a 24 episode run! A must watch for fans of the first season.

Ao no Exorcist (Blue Exorcist):

Genres: action, demons, fantasy, shounen, supernatural

Synopsis: Humans and demons are two sides of the same coin, as are Assiah and Gehenna, their respective worlds. The only way to travel between the realms is by the means of possession, like in ghost stories. However, Satan, the ruler of Gehenna, cannot find a suitable host to possess and therefore, remains imprisoned in his world. In a desperate attempt to conquer Assiah, he sends his son instead, intending for him to eventually grow into a vessel capable of possession by the demon king. Ao no Exorcist follows Rin Okumura who appears to be an ordinary, somewhat troublesome teenager—that is until one day he is ambushed by demons. His world turns upside down when he discovers that he is in fact the very son of Satan and that his demon father wishes for him to return so they can conquer Assiah together. Not wanting to join the king of Gehenna, Rin decides to begin training to become an exorcist so that he can fight to defend Assiah alongside his brother Yukio. [Written by MAL Rewrite]

My Rating: 7/10

Finished airing in 2011 with a total of 25 episodes.

My Thoughts: Great look in terms of art/ animation/ character design. Great setting and premise but overall the series fell a bit short, in large part (my opinion only) because of the anime original ending. An ending that WAS ignored when they released a second season years later. I’d recommend this series for the simple fact that watching it would enable you to watch the second season which was much, much better! Pretty good opening theme though.

Ao no Exorcist: Kyoto Fujouou-hen (Blue Exorcist: Kyoto Saga):

Genres: action, demons, supernatural, fantasy, shounen

Synopsis: The ExWire of True Cross Academy are beset with shock and fear in the aftermath of discovering that one of their own classmates, Rin Okumura, is the son of Satan. But for the moment, they have more pressing concerns than that of Rin's parentage: the left eye of the Impure King, a powerful demon, has been stolen from the academy's Deep Keep. After an attempt is made to steal the right eye in Kyoto as well, Rin and the other ExWires are sent to investigate the mystery behind the Impure King and the ultimate goal of the thief. While this mission has them cooperating for the time being, Rin has never felt more distant from his fellow exorcists. In his attempt to reconcile with them, he undergoes specialized training to control his dark power. However, when the right eye is stolen not long after their arrival, the unthinkable threat of a traitor amongst them leaves them in need of all the power they can get. [Written by MAL Rewrite]

My Rating: 9/10

Finished airing in 2017 with a total of 12 episodes.

My Thoughts: Took years and a less than stellar anime original ending in the first season to get here but finally a second season came! Great art, music and story. An odd case where the second season is far better than the first and truly makes up for its predecessors missteps. If you decide to give this series a try be aware that what you’re really coming for is this gem of a second season and not the first!

Aoharu x Kikanjuu:

Genres: action, comedy, sports, shounen

Synopsis: Hotaru Tachibana has a strong sense of justice and just cannot help confronting those who choose to perform malicious acts. Furthermore, Hotaru is actually a girl who likes to disguise herself as a boy. After hearing rumors that her best friend was tricked by the popular host of a local club, Hotaru seeks to punish the evildoer. Upon arriving at the club, however, she is challenged to a so-called "survival game" by the host Masamune Matsuoka, where the first person hit by the bullet of a toy gun will lose. After a destructive fight which results in Hotaru's loss, Masamune forces the young "boy" to join his survival game team named Toy Gun Gun, in order to repay the cost of the damages that "he" has caused inside the club. Although she is initially unhappy with this turn of events, Hotaru quickly begins to enjoy what survival games have to offer and is determined to pay off her debt, much to the dismay of Tooru Yukimura, the other member of Toy Gun Gun. As time goes on, Hotaru begins to develop a close friendship with the rest of the team and hopes to take part in realizing their dream of winning the Top Combat Game (TCG), a tournament to decide the best survival game team in Japan. Although Hotaru tries her best, there are just two little problems: she is absolutely terrible at the game, and Toy Gun Gun doesn't allow female members on their team! [Written by MAL Rewrite]

My Rating: 9/10

Finished airing in 2015 with a total of 12 episodes.

My Thoughts: I freaking loved this anime when it came out... though I doubt i’d be quite as generous with the score now. Good chance I was distracted by the cute glasses wearing male character which would have heavily impacted my score. A strong female lead masquerading as a male, attractive male leads (both with glasses and not) and some killer theme music. Even if I wouldn’t rate it quite as highly now i’d still argue that it was a pretty decent anime. No where near perfect but a bit of fun.

#anime #angel beats!#ani ni tsukeru kusuri wa nai!#please take my brother away #ao no exorcist #blue exorcist #aoharu x kikanjuu

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valkirsif · 3 years

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The woman woke up hearing noises and voices coming from outside, the 19 hours of travel and the evening had made her forget for a moment that she was on the set of a movie not at the sea, turned in bed looking at Tom who was sleeping immensely happy to be there , got up trying not to wake him up and went into the living room, she was about to make coffee when saw her through the misted glass .. during the night it had snowed and she loved snow and winter more than anything else, smiled happily, put on her boots and went out in dressing gown to enjoy the bows that fell light as a child, a group of worker smiling see her,

"Good morning Miss" they greeted her,

"Good morning" she replied cheerfully, "I didn't expect the snow .. it's beautiful", remained among the flakes for a few minutes and came back with her face and hands frozen, ran into the room and jumped on the bed "Wake up Thomas !!" chirped happily, "There's snow !!" she was too excited to gently wake him, Tom opened his eyes not understanding what was happening,

"Darling what's going on?" asked sleepily, "Are you okay?", the woman straddled him kissing,

"I'm fine" she replied hugging him, "It's snowing !!"

she would have liked to be quiet and delicate but the winter always made her fibrillate, the bitter cold, the soft snow, the icicles on the branches, couldn't do anything about it she just wanted to get dressed and run in that wonder, Tom took her face in his hands and looked at her laughing

“I guess you like this climate, did you go out without a hood and gloves? You're freezing" he teased, "I've never seen you so excited for a walk ",

"Sorry I got caught up in the snow" she laughed, "If you prefer to sleep since you're off today we can go another day" said calming down,

"I promised you a ride, if the cold doesn't scare you," he replied, "Let's eat something first," they got up and had a light breakfast before getting dressed.

"Let's go to the cafeteria" said taking her hand, "We could have a basket prepared and have a picnic" the woman nodded happily, it was an incredible feeling to walk around the set, there were actors and props moving from one area to another. other, Tom introduced her to everyone, they entered the cafeteria which was warm and welcoming, many of the man's colleagues were on break and were warming up with tea and chocolate, the man walked over to the counter to get something to take away while Y/N was waiting for him by the door, still staring at the falling snow,

"I had a thermos of chocolate and some sandwiches prepared" Tom said reaching her after about ten minutes, "We can go", arrived at the stables the man went to talk to the head trainer, Y/N calmly approached a box and began stroking one of the steeds without fear,

"Hello wonder" she said softly touching his head, "Do you want a sweet?" said taking a slice of apple from the bucket and placing it on her palm, she remembered all the lessons she had taken as a child, "You like it true" whispered to the animal stroking its neck, it was a beautiful animal, with a white coat, gray mane and tail and eyes cheerful and curious browns,

"Here I am" said Tom approaching, "He is Max the horse man"

"Pleasure and compliments are wonderful creatures" replied Y/N introducing himself,

"My pleasure Miss" said shaking her hand, "Excuse the dirt but you will understand that it's normal here" laughed, wiping his hands on apron,

"Don't worry, I grew up in the countryside" she laughed with him, "My uncle had a riding school I feel comfortable with animals, dung and hay", made them sit down while they were preparing the horses,

"We can't go too far, they're not riding horses" he whispered to the woman, "But we can follow the same route that the trainers use to make them buck"

"That's fine Thomas, they were kind to lend it to us" Y/N replied smiling,

"We are ready Mister Hiddleston " said a boy calling them, "Be careful around the lake has frozen"

"We'll be careful thanks" answered Tom seriously as he climbed into the saddle, "Darling do you need a ladder?" asked, turning around, the woman was mounting happily,

"Who did you take me for?" she laughed alongside him, "You've always seen me in the city, I'm much wilder than you think honey " leaned over to kiss him, they left the stables calmly and walked towards the path they had recommended.

As soon as they stepped out of the set they picked up the pace, Y/N felt great, had the man she loved next to her and was on a romantic horseback ride in the middle of nowhere Scottish in the snow, it was a dream, the horses knew the way and yeah they moved safely on the ground there was no need to tell them where to go it was enough to enjoy the view that was fairytale,

"Thomas is beautiful" said the amazed woman when they came out of the woods and found themselves in a field of frozen heather, "It looks like a photograph" she was ecstatic,

" It is an honor to be able to work in such a place" replied the man, "Tomorrow the set for the night before the battle of Agincourt will be set up " said approaching her and stopping the horse, "It will be hell cold but I can't see'now"

"It will mean that I will make you find the warm bed when you return home" laughed the woman reaching out to kiss him, "You say it's a safe place to have a good run? I don't want horses to get hurt ",

"The field is flat and there are no ditches so I would say yes" he answered looking around, "on the opposite side there is a hut we can take a break before returning" said pointing to a point beyond the field, the woman did not say twice and spurred the horse launching it at a gallop laughing at the expression of Tom who looked at her, "Hey sweetheart that's not true" shouted at her laughing in turn throwing the horse in pursuit, reached her in a short time, was an exceptional rider, slowed down to keep up with her until the end of the field, when they reached the edge they slowed down to head towards what looked like a stable, tied the horses to the outside bars and entered,

"I'm hungry!" Y/N said putting the tablecloth on the table and emptying the basket, "It all looks delicious", they sat down looking at the lightly falling snow,

"I'm hungry too, but first I need to warm up" replied the man pouring hot chocolate into two cups, "Perfect day my Queen" said toasting, "I like being like this in the green with no one around",

"I hope to find such a place, Scotland is a paradise" answered the woman leaning against him, "Other than gala dinners .. a hot chocolate in the snow is the most beautiful thing in the world",

"Do you feel comfortable in nothing?" Tom asked looking at her, excluding the holidays from Rice they had always been in town among the people and journalists, going from a dinner to a gala,

"I'm in my natural environment in such a place" she replied calmly, "I have to confess that it took me such a day .. in nature with no prying eyes around", her new life was really hard to face at times, Tom yes reached out to her and stroked her face,

" Darling .. " he whispered, "..I didn't know you felt so uncomfortable .."

"I'm not uncomfortable my love" Y/N said interrupting him, "When we are together I feel myself like never before" she stood up walking around the room, "My anxiety rises when I'm not by your side, that's why I asked Phil to accompany me .. I realize that my insecurity sometimes paralyzes me "concluded placing herself in the arms of the man who looked at her seriously, Y/N could see her thoughts,

" Honey .. do you want to take a break?" he asked quietly, the woman's heart skipped a couple of strokes that simple question hurt her,

" Thomas .. " she began dismayed, "..you didn't say what I heard .." stared at him, ".. I don't need a break .. I " voice broken by agitation ,

"You don't have to feel obliged to go around furniture factories or look for a house .. " the man continued , ".. you can stay indoors and relax .." Y/N burst out laughing and kissed him, Tom laughed looking at her as if not understood the hilarity of his words,

"You impossible man NEVER tell me such a thing AGAIN, you will make me die before the time!" she said all in one breath pointing finger on his nose,

"I'm not following you Darling, what did I say strange?" he asked puzzled, "Mine was an advice not an order, if you want to unplug for some .. "

" Thomas .. " interrupted him, "In Italy the "let's take a break" is the classic way to break up a relationship" laughed feeling better, the language was a huge stumbling block at times,

"Oh I didn't know" he answered understanding, "First I would not do such a thing to anyone and second with the luck I had in finding you I would never leave you .. " laughed, "..if it wasn't such a chaotic period and we weren't together for so little time I would have already asked for your hand ", he squeezed it, kissing her head,

" Well I would have answered yes in case you were wondering", they finished the picnic and went back to the field, it was late afternoon, they didn't want the trainer to worry about the horses, it had been a beautiful day even though they were ice creams.

"Darling, do you have a suit to go out or are there just practical things in your suitcase?" Tom's voice reached her as was drying hair after a shower,

"Um Ali also put something nice on me why?" she asked as finished making braid, getting no answer she joined him in the room, found him dressed and ready to go out, "My love, are you going somewhere?" asked curiously,

"Let's go somewhere" he replied smiling at her, "You should have arrived today, I booked in a nice place" said zipping her dress, "Since you like good food and you are adventurous I wanted to let you taste the cuisine of my childhood", hugged, moving the braid from her neck to kiss,

"I'm done getting ready and I'm ready" she put on boots and took coat, "I'm hungry and curious to taste Scotland", they left the house, got into a jeep and left for the nearest town without haste, the roads around the camp they were covered in snow and slippery, "This car is very uncomfortable but with the snow it is wonderful" she laughed leaning against him,

"For mud and snow, nothing is better than an old jeep" answered Tom holding it, they reached the main road which was clean and smooth, there was not much traffic and half an hour after departure they entered Dundee, the man parked in front of a restaurant that looked like a castle Y/N was fascinated, the flashes went off as soon as Tom got out of the car the woman stiffened for a moment then got out smiling, she would not have let the evening spoil,

"I'm sorry there are paparazzi scattered around," he said taking her hand,

"Thomas I'll pretend nothing has happened, and here it is beautiful" she said admiring the ancient exterior, "so old and perfect", they climbed a few steps and entered, the maitre welcomed them taking their coats,

"Good evening Mister Hiddleston " he said professionally, "Your table is ready if you want to follow me" took the menus and led the way into the room where the other patrons turned to look at the couple,

"You're welcome Miss" said the maitre moving her chair,

"Thank you" she replied smiling, "Was it a castle?" asked Tom before opening the menu , looked around curiously, the great room had a slate floor full of carpets in shades of red, the fireplace took up more than half of the wall and warmed the whole room, large chandeliers descended from above ceiling, once candles were used, now to maintain the illusion they had put candle-shaped bulbs with warm lights,

"Yes it is an old castle" replied the man, "It was almost in ruins, it is difficult to keep these old buildings in optimal conditions" he said "A restaurateur fell in love with the area and bought it to make it a restaurant .. and I would say that he did a great job" he smiled as read the menu himself, "Is there something that inspires you Honey ?" he asked the woman,

" Mmm a lot of things to tell the truth" she answered undecided about what to taste first, "I think I'll have the haggis with turnips and potatoes .. and I'd like to try the black pudding",

"You are daring my love" laughed the man, "Do you know what's inside?",

" Sure .. if I remember correctly it's a lamb stomach stuffed with rice and offal .. or am I wrong?" the woman answered looking at him,

"Yes, the filling can change a bit, there are those who add blood and put oats instead of rice" he confirmed, "If you feel like it .. "

the waiter came over to take the order bringing the water, "I leave you the wine list" he said retracing his steps, when the dishes arrived Tom waited until Y/N took the first bite, he was curious to see her reaction to food,

"Thomas is delicious !!" the woman said enthusiastically, "Tasty, soft .. I think I love it, then with bread it's poetry on your plate"

"I'm officially amazed" Tom replied laughing, " It's hard for you to like this type of food if you haven't grown up on it"

they dined quietly chatting and laughing like any couple in the room, some stole some shots but the two didn't pay attention,

"Can I get you anything else?" asked the waiter removing the plates, "A cake, a coffee?"

"I would be full but .. " Y/N said looking at the dessert list ".. I think I'll take the scones with the cream, they look too good not to taste them, and after a short coffee, thank you" she replied smiling,

"The day in the fields has really made you hungry Darling" said Tom, "For me a trifle thank you", they finished dinner and went out into the snow, "Shall we take a walk to digest?" the man asked putting his arm around her waist, the woman nodded hugging him, they headed towards one of the many points of the city that flowed into the sea, the waves breaking on the snow-white beach were spectacular, you could see the lights of the fishing boats offshore, the city center was full of life, groups of people strolled between one pub and another looking for a warm shelter, a spicy scent hovered around a kiosk Y/N dragged Tom, she was curious to see what it was,

"What a fragrance!" she said standing in line, "I'm getting hungry again" laughed tightly on the man's arm,

"It's hot chocolate" Tom replied, "With the addition of spices, cinnamon and whiskey .. it warms you up immediately in winter" he explained, ordering two, "Come on, let's sit down" said leading her to an indoor bench,

"Thomas to say that it is delicious is an understatement" said Y/N ecstatic, "what a pleasure", liked it very much if it wasn't for the alcohol content would have drunk another but already with the first she felt light-headed, a couple of girls approached them,

"Tom can we take a picture?" they asked smiling with the phone in hand, the man smiled and posed with them affable as always, "Thank you very much !!" they giggled excitedly as they left,

"My idol of the crowds, how about going home?" whispered Y/N, "I think the chocolate is having an effect" she laughed, the man looked at her laughing getting up and taking her hand,

"You're not used to Scotch whiskey Darling" he laughed as walked to the car, fastened the woman's belt and they drove off.

It was late at night when they went back into the house, the woman made herself coffee despite the time,

"Isn't it late for Honey coffee ?" Tom asked preparing himself a tea, "Sure to be able to sleep then!",

" Sweetheart I ate a lot if I don't have a real coffee I'll digest in a week" she laughed as sat down on the sofa after taking off boots, " It was a very long and perfect day thank you" she said leaning against him when sat down,

"I'm glad Darling" he answered squeezing her, "I needed a break too, I did nothing but run and work"

"What time do you start tomorrow?" the woman asked looking at the time, "I want you to rest"

"I work tomorrow night" he replied, "I have all day to relax don't worry", they got up to go to bed, it occurred to the woman that she hadn't given any news to the others since the day before, picked up the phone

§Guys sorry if I am gone 2 days§ she wrote after reading the chat, §Everything is fine .. when I wake up I tell you the details :) § turned off the set and changed into a simple long t-shirt to sleep even though she hated being dressed in bed,

"Are you cold that you covered yourself so much?" Tom asked reaching her under the covers,

"You said anyone can enter, I don't want to show up naked" she replied leaning on his chest,

"Nobody would enter the room without knocking" he whispered sliding his hands under her shirt, "You won't need this" said pulling it off, "I like to feel your soft and naked body on mine" kissed her stroking her, the woman hugged to him and fell asleep.

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ironman-lover2005 · 4 years

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Coronavirus Endgame

Summary: The Coronavirus pandemic has caused mass hysteria. You fight to survive in the post apocalyptic world. Hilarity ensues.

Warning: Graphic content

It was 16 months after the outbreak. The virus spread across the planet in no time. The initial death toll was peanuts compared to when it reached its peak 5 months in. The World Health Organization classified it as a global pandemic. The media dubbed it the Coronavirus. Sadly it had nothing to do with the beer.

The virus was feared by many but still regarded as a joke by a vast majority of people. They thought it would never affect them. If only those people were still alive to know how wrong they were.

It all started in China after a few people got poisoned by eating bat soup. Weird thing to eat and in hindsight it was the worst mistake in human history. The Coronavirus, or code name COVID19, spread like a wildfire. It was first regarded as a supped up flu. Later-on the deaths proved it was one-hundred times more deadly.

Day by day we saw how much the virus spread across the globe. Any little spec of COVID19 germ in the air could lead to contamination. It was easily contagious like the flu but the symptoms wouldn’t manifest for two weeks. People were walking around already contaminated without a clue.

Weeks went by as the media reported death after death. The virus made its way to Italy until it became the 2nd most contaminated country on the planet. The Italian government shut down all daily activities. Citizens were forbidden from leaving the house unless there was an emergency. It became so bad later-on that the rest of the world decided it was time to nuke Italy off the map or face super contamination. World leaders did not hesitate to pull the trigger. Millions of lives were lost but to no avail. The virus kept spreading even after killing all those innocent, sick people.

The North Korean’s had their own way of dealing with the situation. Anyone found guilty of carrying symptoms of the Coronavirus were shot on sight. The North Korean government kept it hush-hush until videos of the killings went viral on the internet. Sadly, no one cared. Trying to end the contamination was a good thing, right?

At this point months went by as scientists everywhere scrambled to get the cure. Even fake news outlets like TMZ were reporting about our favourite celebs dying from the disease. Anything to cause mass hysteria. Elon Musk eventually gave up and took a private rocket to Mars. No one knows how that turned out.

This all brings me back to my own personal tragedies. I was one of those idiots who thought the virus would just be gone one day and it would never affect me. Wrong.

My parents were the first to die. Then my brother. My uncles and aunts. My cousins. Everyone around me got infected one by one. Every death led me into a darker place mentally. I almost couldn’t go on until I linked up with some longtime friends.

Maddie was one of my best buds. She was an emotionless wreck on the outside but a soft and kind-hearted mess on the inside. She was the first person I went to see after my entire family died. She took me in, fed me, took care of me. We almost had everything we could hope for during an apocalypse. Food, shelter and toilet paper.

But the world outside was a raging cesspool. The people lost their minds. Civilization as a whole ceased to exist and laws were nowhere to be found. It was every man, woman and animal for themselves. Savage beatings and robberies were now the norm. Anything to get what they need to survive.

One cold, silent night and everything I had was gone in the blink of an eye. I woke up in the middle of the night to screams of death coming from Maddie’s room. I rushed as quickly as I could but I was too late. The people who got to Maddie had already ransacked the room and fled before I even got there. Her face was bashed in, bleeding from every orifice. Her body was twitching as she crawled to me. Her hand reaching out to me as I stood there frozen in horror. I fell to my knees and started weeping. I took Maddie in my arms and screamed for help. With one final breath, Maddie looked at me in the eyes and muttered “we getting it”. She passed out and never regained consciousness.

Even after losing Maddie, I pulled myself back up and pushed on. But that wasn’t even the worst death I had to endure.

I wandered around in the streets every night. Going from house to house. Living day by day. Eventually I found another person that I cared about deeply.

One night while randomly walking through the streets. I found my best friend, Eureka, lurking in the shadows on the corner of a dark alley. My eyes opened wide in disbelief. I thought I would never see her again. I ran up to her with a smile of relief on my face. We both embraced each other while crying tears of joy.

After the initial shock and disbelief of meeting up in the apocalypse so randomly, we got to work and procured a decent shelter. It was a run down old house that was barricaded after the disease outbreak. We made it our own little home. Things were looking good. But all good things must come to an end.

One day we decided to head out and look for more food as our supplied were running dry. We ended up visiting an old place where we used to work back in the good old days before Corona hit. It was a little pharmacy on the side of the street. Being inside felt like old times. The place was empty. We didn’t hear a single peep as we walked in slowly but surely. We took a couple bags and started scavenging what was left of the shelves. Some old expired chips, dirty cans of soup, maple sirup. We got everything we needed and set sail for the front door. But on the way out the unthinkable happened.

Eureka ended up saving me from contamination after a hysterical man tried to lunge and cough at me. Lucky for me she pushed me out of the way and took the cough germs straight to the lungs. The man hightailed it out of there as soon as he got his victim. The piece of crap just wanted to end a life for no reason. I once again found myself hopeless, yelling for help into a cold abyss. Eureka was coughing up blood a few seconds after the disease spread in her body. She died two weeks later after I tried everything in my power to save her life. COVID19 is a bitch that took away my rock.

I ended up alone, again, 10 months deep into the apocalypse. I was barely surviving off of canned beans and water. My body was becoming frail. Every step I took required maximum effort. One day I was walking outside, begging anything that could hear me to give me some food. I could feel my bones cracking as I stumbled to the pavement. I lost consciousness for a few minutes. My head was aching after hitting the cement. Bloody and on the brink of death I somehow woke up later in a warm bed with some food and water on a nightstand right next to me.

All that brings us to the present day. As I write this story in my diary to reminisce of the loved ones that I lost. And to remind myself that I now have a new life, away from the Coronavirus, away from death. I’m now in a safe house miles away from the main land. Completely safe with all that I ever wanted.

-“Hey, you coming to bed?”

-“I’ll be right there, Iron-Man”.

-“Hey, don’t call me that. It’s embarrassing”.

-“Okay, Tony. Just let me finish writing”.

Anyways where was I? Oh yeah. Tony Stark saved my life and now I live with him on his private island. Safe and sound. Living my lifelong dream.

This one is for you, Maddie. We got it. But at what cost?

Fin.

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vaguely-concerned · 5 years

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empire of ivory here we go!

previous temeraire let’s read here

- um excuuuuse me I have waited two books for us to come back home to britain to see everyone again and now everything is awful and shitty and scary and my fave is leaving and nothing’s how it should be??? no??? this is unfair??????

- tharkay NO please don’t go everything provably goes to hell whenever you leave D:D:D:

(to be fair to him I guess it’s understandable to want some time alone to process the absolute outrageous bullshit he just pulled for a guy he’s known for like four months)

he used his page time well tho; instantly convincing roland of his worth and making her laugh... giving laurence his cup of tea b/c he looked like he needed it more... telling laurence that he’s leaving because he promised to do that much at least... truly the best boy, off to fetch more dragons apparently because it wasn’t quite crazy enough the first time

- god I love jane roland, I’m so glad my two faves got along instantly, between them they could... maybe protect laurence from himself? at least a little??? I can but dream

- I think this is the most emotionally invested I’ve been in a piece of media since that time I spent a few months completely incoherent over uncharted, and naughty dog very kindly held my heart in their hands and chose to be gentle with it in the end but I am not so sure that is how it’s going to be for this series and I am Not Prepared for the suffering

- I love whenever laurence thinks uncomfortably about one of the various and sundry atrocities committed by the government he’s still pledged all his loyalty to. yes william maybe the british empire... is in fact not good and has enough blood on their hands to dye the ocean red. I can’t wait until he connects the dots here (and presumably has a pretty intense crisis if faith about it because it seems like one of the loadbearing structures of his character... actually no wait I’m not ready to see this D:D:D:)

- the little details like the fact that he just calls bb!roland ‘emily’ and harcourt becomes ‘catherine’ so easily in his narration now are so so sweet

- lord allendale is one of those dudes who have good politics but is a shitheel to his family and I want to smack him

laurence being the mortified poster boy of this party, though? priceless, imagine coming up with a protagonist this effortlessly involuntarily hilarious, it’s the mark of true genius

- I don’t usually quibble over things like this, but I think the edit for this fourth book specifically is a bit lacking? I’ve come across a lot of mistakes even my dumb ass can pick up on already, and I’m only a hundred pages or so in

- caught between crying and cackling at this part b/c like laurence I’m d e v a s t a t e d at the thought of temeraire getting sick but also temeraire is just like cheerfully getting laid the whole time

also how did none of the aviators think to give laurence The Talk about giving his dragon The Talk, you all know what he’s like

- oh thank god

- I have spent half of today crying about dragons coughing, how are you this fine evening good reader

- btw this series fills a hole in my soul left by jkr giving me all those tantalizing hints of different types of dragons in ‘fantastic beasts’ and never following up on it

- tharkay may not be here but laurence just mentioned him like once in his narration so let’s take the excuse to reminisce about the good old days (when tharkay was here)... remember that time when the one of his own jokes he laughed openly at was about lawyers and laurence frankly should have responded better b/c it was kind of funny and sadly temeraire doesn’t have the worldly experience to know it yet.... aaah precious, he truly is a sardonic blessing to my heart and deserves the world

okay back to our regularly scheduled content

- riley why u gotta b such a bitch about this

(I love how laurence is constantly doubting himself over this tho, as if he’s done something wrong in this situation... like honey baby if there’s one thing worth breaking a friendship over it’s probably them being cool with slavery lol. it shows how much laurence has grown, considering that this disagreement has always existed between them but he used to be willing to just overlook it... I’m so proud of you laurence)

also lol @ berkely coming in to tell them everyone can hear them, I have a desperately soft spot for him and maximus. just the image of both of them turning to him ‘united in appalled indignation’ like ‘excuse you???’ and him giving exactly zero fucks... *chef kiss emoji*

- most important information revealed in this book: a) dragons are not widely considered to have committed original sin, thank you reverend erasmus and b) laurence has taken time out of his day at some point to worry about it b/c he’s a dork

(this is the sort of world building I am hopelessly weak to lol)

- gong su tricking temeraire into eating in the most melodramatic way possible... god bless you chef

- fkjhsadkjfhsdkjalhfaskjldhf laurence judging chenery for what he’s wearing while going out into the jungle in full uniform hat included himself... I caaaaan’t

- demane has only appeared on three pages so far but if anything happens to him I’ll kill everyone in this book and then myself

- ‘average dragon speaks one million languages’ factoid actualy statistical error. Temeraire Linguist Georg, who wants a pavilion thank you very much & learns over 10,000 languages each day, is an outlier adn should not have been counted <3<3<3

(I love that temeraire is like... a nerd dragon with a hopelessly jock captain)

- laurence effortlessly rating the relative hotness of the other male aviators to try to suss out who harcourt has slept with fjsaldfhsdkljafh do you ever hear yourself think william

like this is the thing about him it’s so easy to headcanon him as bi b/c he can be so mindbogglingly oblivious it’s entirely possible he literally wouldn’t even have noticed until someone smacked him over the head with it

- see I’m very happy they found the cure but I don’t fucking trust it b/c the pattern of these books tends to be to give you one moment of ‘oh phew everything is going to be okay’ about 2/3 into the story and THEN everything goes to hell and fifty pages later laurence is dissociating and napoleon has conquered prussia

- THERE WE GO RIGHT ON SCHEDULE

temeraire is never going to let laurence go anywhere without him again and rightly so

- hasn’t mrs erasmus been through enough. can’t she just be allowed to chill

- this is really cool world building but I’m too stressed out to appreciate it

really enjoy the description of architecture tho this sounds so awesome

- sfahdfklsahdfksjda laurence making sure his clothes are as washed and presentable as possible... I can’t with you you beautiful idiot

- TEMERAIRE OH MY GOD IS HE HERE IS LAURENCE HALLUCINATING PLS SAY HE’S ACTUALLY HERE

- ...well I mean if anyone has a freudian excuse for being kind of dickish I guess it would be these guys? it’s actually pretty chill of them to only flog one of them (laurence, because he just can’t play it any way but stupid lawful good at every turn) and not just killing them all I guess, they kept them fed and stuff

- oh thank god

- temeraire you are the most darling dragon boy and I love you

I was really really worried for a moment there that the reference to the Colosseum was a not-so-subtle hint they would have to gladiator fight to the death but thankfully they were basically just calling in a parliament

- DID THIS MOTHERFUCKER JUST STAB A CHILD IN THE STOMACH?? I HOPE HE ACCIDENTALLY SHOOTS HIMSELF IN THE DICK AND DIES pls say demane is going to be okay

- aw okay finally something good for mrs erasmus I will take it

- laurence you useless fool of a narrator is demane okay??

- god roland is just so cool naomi novik really gave us a jovial butch silver fox aviator lady huh... she did that for us and I for one am full of gratitude

- oh thank GOD (hm I sense a running theme here lol) the kid is going to be okay I can breathe again

- iskierka the pirate captain + temeraire’s reaction... perfect

- ;____________; I would lay down my life for temeraire and also that’s a gutpunch of a moodswing... the perfect hilarity of ‘that is an ugly hill’ immediately followed by That... jesus

- awww every time volly shows up again is a joy (temrer!!!)

- laurence... laurence you need to stop asking people to marry you because you never actually really fucking mean it!!!!! have you learned nothing about yourself since book 1, trust your goddamn instincts for once in your life you and roland have been doing perfectly okay thus far as like... affectionate fuckbuddies right?

(her reaction was priceless tho god bless)

- aaaah there we go the british government is looking more like itself... welcome to the world of realpolitik laurence I’m really sorry :(

- “It is only dragons, you know” JANE ROLAND WTF DID YOU JUST SAY

- “This government is not of my party; my king is ill and mad; but still I am his subject. You have sworn no oath, but I have.” He paused. “I have given my word.”

:) this is... fine

(like. I know this is necessary character growth and he’s basically been a waste of a good man in service to a government like this the whole time and the writing’s been on the wall since book 1 but I don’t want this to be happening to hiiiiim)

- tfw... ur dragon boi is so good... that being anything less than good for him in turn is unthinkable...................... b o i

- ...jane doesn’t really know him very well if she didn’t see this coming from a mile off tho does she

I mean I guess she has other stuff to think about but this shouldn’t come as a surprise to anyone

- remember when he thought the entire corps was weird and now he’s finally at home there... and has to leave it behind :):):) super extra fine is what this is

- yeah okay laurence definitely has a crush on ol’ bonaparte noting that down lol he’s all but blushing after that kiss on the cheek

also... if you just overlook the dictator thing for a moment is napoleon wrong about what he’s saying tho. (no and not even laurence is prepared to say so he’s just going to go back there and get murdered anyway b/c idk lawful good is dumb as fuck sometimes I guess)

It’s really cool how the author shows that napoleon has a better handle on laurence’s psychology after barely meeting him than a lot of people he’s known for years now, though, really adds to his menace and appeal as a character

- wow uh that’s one way to end a book... it’s actually tipped over from tragedy into a strange sort of hilarity for me now: he literally got sued out of his life’s earnings for being a decent human being, committed treason for the same reason and is about to be hanged for thinking genocide might have been a step too far -- in the span of thirty pages. I believe ‘that escalated quickly’ is not too much of an exaggeration here

- SIPHO IS GONNA WRITE BOOKS ONE DAY YOU GUYS!!!! I PROUDLY WELCOME OUR SECOND NERD TO THE CREW

- I think this one might be my least favorite so far? not that I disliked it, it’s just the one that’s hit the worst by the fact that there’s not always that much time spent with the cultures central to the book; tswana seems really interesting but because of the way the plot played out and our limited perspective though laurence it just didn’t work for me? the cool shit comes in sipho’s book at the end, like how thoroughly they kicked the europeans out of the coast of africa, which is very cathartic (I will say that most of the second book being set on the ship and then only a sliver of it is actually in china annoyed me too haha)

I have the distinct feeling this book is setting up for some Misery and breaking of the pattern a bit in the next one though, which will be interesting! ONWARDS TO MORE PAIN AND LAURENCE IS ALREADY PASSIVELY SUICIDAL FROM THE OUTSET SO LIKE... I’M SURE THIS WILL BE REAL FUN :)

maybe my boy will be back tho? silver linings silver linings clinging to some silver linings

#temeraire #empire of ivory #meta

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queen-mabs-revenge · 7 years

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I actually usually enjoy getting random posts from tags I track interspersed on my dash, but sometimes…

There’s a confession in the Liam tag rn that’s giving me itchy fingers and I need to not.

#but seriously the hilarity i'm dying #ye have a problem shipping belle with a 'mass murderer unthinking of the consequences on victims families'?#with someone who lies about what they've done to the person they love?#thought ye'd be all over that tbh #anti rumbelle

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ecfandom · 6 years

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Okay here’s that AU--it’s a lot less fleshed out than the others, but I’ve had it in my mind for a while and this is what I’ve got.

This is still all really murky in my mind, but it’s been there for a while and I had the urge to get it out today.

It’s sort of a mix between Star Trek, Independence Day, etc. Essentially, it’s set in the future in a technologically advanced society. Sort of like you’d see in Star Trek in that you’ve got people living in space and what not, but society still looks much the same as it does today--with some upgrades. In other words, it’s not Blade Runner or anything. But it is the future, so you’ve got some pretty cool upgrades and things going on.

Anyways, I’ll do my best to describe the timeline, because it’s a little funky. Think of it as the sequel that comes first. Like Star Wars, etc. So basically, we meet Clexa when they’re older. Like late 30s. Lexa is a decorated war hero (what war? again, that’s prequel stuff) and famous starship captain.

A bit of back story (that would be the main focus of the prequel): Clarke and Lexa were cadets at “Space Fleet, “ a new faction of the military that works in conjunction with the Air Force to serve and protect Space. Lexa is on the ‘Command’ track with the ultimate goal of being commander of a war ship. Clarke is the medical track, learning to be a combat medic.

Here’s where the Independence Day themes come into play....but they’re still murky, haven’t quite figured it out yet. Basically Clarke and Lexa end up on the same ‘Space Habitation’ rotation. This basically where they send cadets into space for three months to get used to the feel of living on a spaceship.

At this point, Clarke and Lexa have seen each other around campus and definitely have eyes for each other. When they get to space, they definitely start makin some moves--flirting and what not. Well, mostly Clarke. Lexa’s got that super serious, stoic exterior thing going on and most people think she’s a hardass...but Clarke can see through it. And she likes the hardass aura anyways. She thinks space fleet’s most promising cadet in a century is sexy and mysterious with that broody thing going on. Plus, the way she barks order in training drills...Clarke is pArChED.

She’s thrilled when she ends up in the same squadron with Lexa for one of their excursion drills. It’s their first “real world” experience in that they’ll be going to a colonized planet to help mediate a real situation. They’re armed with real weapons, and the dispute they’re there to help with is very real. Lexa is in command, Clarke’s role is medical office. Raven Reyes is along as engineer, Octavia Blake is security, Bellamy Blake is second officer, Nylah Fisher, Echo Maddox, Luna Moore are cultural/diplomatic liaisons. Monty Green is navigator, Jasper Jordan is weapons operator.

They take a pod out to the planet and are stationed there for a week while the planet holds a summit to clear up the disputes. Meanwhile, something ominous is mounting. An alien population has finally grown sick of the human colonization of space. While this crew of cadets are on this planet, an alien attack is mounted on their ship, every other ship in space and on Earth.

It’s like End of the World, doomsday destruction. Earth is basically held hostage and the only people out there who have any kind of training whatsoever to do something...are these 10 kids on this tiny faming planet.

The prequel would go into the big battle, the heroics, etc. but basically these kids going through hell and back and save the day. They help get Earth released from the hostage situation so that the actual military and Space Fleet can help with the battle, but the kids do most of the work. And they see and do unthinkable things.

The only good that comes out of it is that Clarke and Lexa end up extremely bonded after the ordeal and quite in love.

They return to Earth as heroes, but only a few of them are interested in continuing their careers. Clarke is not one of them. They all go on a tour of Earth and the solar system to be celebrated as heroes, but when they return home, Clarke is done. She’s scarred and traumatized and terrified of the things she saw. She doesn’t want to go back to a battle ship, she doesn’t want to be in the military. She just needs to heal.

Lexa, on the other hand, needs to go back into the command track to reconcile everything. She needs to be in space, needs to continue her training, needs to be back in control of her destiny because when she’s not, she feels like she’s losing her grasp on the everything. And the last time she felt out of control, she was piloting a half destroyed ship with her dying friends inside of it and an alien warship shooting at her as they barreled through space.

So Clarke and Lexa spend a year together on Earth, loving each other up, healing together, getting married. But then Lexa’s got to take her next command, and Clarke gets placed on a research vessel, working alongside her parents as scientist.

Clarke and Lexa see each other about once a year, but their love is strong and their relationship stronger. Lexa’s command lasts ten years, putting in the hours, winning wars, protecting the galaxy, earning her the title of war hero and most famous, successful captain in a century that she has when we meet her in the sequel.

SO back to this “sequel.” It starts with on Lexa’s ship. She’s hung up her “torpedos” so to speak, celebrated widely as the greatest war hero and ship commander in a century, and has become captain of an exploratory vessel. It’s technically a military ship as it has to be prepared for any aggressive encounters, but it’s under a strict directive not to start or engage in any warfare. Defense only and only when absolutely necessary. Mostly, it’s just a peaceful vessel meeting new communities and bring supplies to far out communities.

Clexa is reunited when Clarke’s ship breaks down and has to dock at a nearby station. The closest nearby vessel able to rendezvous with them and take on their crew is...you guessed it! Lexa’s. It’ll take a couple of months for Lexa’s vessel to reach the station but it’s the perfect amount of time for everyone to get prepared and make arrangements.

The people on Clarke’s vessel are a little nervous because the Polaris, Lexa’s ship, is a military ship, run like a war ship, by the most famous, stoic, intimidating war hero and commander in all of Space Fleet. And they’re just a small research vessel filled with scientists, doctors, anthropologists, etc. They think they’ll all clash and they don’t know how they’ll react to the rigidity of a military vessel.

Clarke, on the other hand, is obviously out of this world ecstatic.

So the couple of months pass and it’s time for the new crew to be boarded. Lexa and her commanding crew are dressed in their formals to greet the former command of the new arrivals. She stays even when the rest of her command is dismissed, waiting and waiting, nodding at the new crew as they shuffle aboard.

Finally, finally, it feels like decades have gone by and lifetimes have been lived, Clarke walks aboard the ship, and Lexa’s world stills and expands, and everything feels lovely and perfect and new.

It’s not the time or place, so all Lexa can do is smile at her wife as she file on board with the science crew. It’s the hardest thing in the world not to reach out and grab her wife, pull her into her chest, and kiss the air right out of her. She refrains, and it’s not until hours later, the longest hours of her life, that they reunite in Lexa’s quarters and make up for all kinds of lost time.

The bulk of the story is about this new, mixed crew getting used to each other, the ships adventures, and all kinds of hilarity. All of this backdrop of course to Clexa rekindling their love and romance getting to know each other again. Clarke is endlessly amused by all the rumors about her studly commander, especially the whispers and glances her fellow research crew members cast at the might war hero who is something of a legend. She is endlessly amused by the reputation of being a hard, stoic, intimidating war captain that surrounds Lexa...who is the sweetest, most gentle, loving person Clarke knows.

Even more abundant are the whispers and rumors that go around the ship now that the original crew of kids, the ones that saved the galaxy and everything in it, are almost completely reunited with the merging of the crews. Along with Clarke came Nylah, Luna and Monty. Already a part of Lexa’s exploratory crew was Raven, Octavia and Jasper. The others...they never made it out of the war.

There are so many cadets and young recruits that look up to Lexa and the crew that fought in the war that happened before most of them were even born...Clarke gets a kick out of how star struck they all are, especially of Lexa. Things are sweet and peaceful and perfect.

Except in space, that never lasts. Space is as dangerous as it is beautiful, vicious as it is magnificent. An alien vessel enters Space Fleet jurisdiction, guns raised, prepared for battle. They’re a vestige of the war, ready for their revenge.

Clarke shuts down. She’s panicked and terrified and reliving what they all went through as teenagers, trapped in space in the middle of a war. Lexa grabs Clarke’s cheeks, calming her, reassuring her. “You can do this, Clarke. You know how. You were born for command.”

Clarke’s shaking her head, crying. “No. No, not anymore. I can’t. I --we--Lexa.” She’s distraught and Lexa has never been more devastated of anything in her life than she is of her wife’s terror.

They try to talk the alien warship down, but they’re not interested. Wanting to save as many lives as she can, Lexa disconnects her ship, a large vessel made out of a passenger portion and a command portion, and sends the passenger portion in the opposite direction...with Clarke on it.

A battle ensue. The alien vessel easily overpowers Lexa’s ship which is meant for defense only, and they’re too far out for Space Fleet back-up. I don’t mean to skimp on the details, but essentially, all hope is loss, Lexa is injured on the bridge from a torpedo blast. They are seconds away from being blown to bits...

Out of nowhere comes a fleet of five escape pods from the passenger portion of the ship Lexa sent off. It’s Clarke and others, back to help. The pods’ weaponry is fairy light, but the bombardment from all sides is enough to send the alien ship retreating.

Clarke boards the ship as quickly as she can, sprinting to the bridge. Lexa’s just about on her last breath of life. Clarke cradles her in her arms, telling her how much she loves her, how brave she was, how good she did saving all those people. Lexa looks as good as gone, but remember! Clarke was training to be a combat medic as a cadet. With help, she races Lexa down to the medical bay which is barely intact, but it’s good enough.

Clarke saves Lexa’s life and they return to earth. Star Fleet takes care of the alien ship, the last of the warring dissenters, and peace is returned. Clarke and Lexa live out the rest of their life in peace, side by side.

#Scifi AU #clexa

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mudgrrl3000 · 6 years

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A word about Mexican people: I’ve been thinking about this for a long time and trying find the words for what I want to say, and how to express it personally. So here goes. Having grown up in Oregon, where there is a lot of agricultural business, farm labor and industries, I have been surrounded by and interacted with a lot of Mexican immigrants and their families. In fact, having grown up in predominantly white communities my whole life, Hispanic, Latino and Asian people were the only minority POC that I had any frequent contact with. Throughout my life I have had many close friends who were second generation Mexican immigrants, the “legal” children of their parents who had migrated here seeking better lives for them and their families. Many of my young friend’s parents, grandparents and youngest siblings did not speak much English at all and they often acted as translators and liaisons to various community services for their families. I was lucky to have access to and chosen to take Spanish language classes from elementary school through college so I had some semblance of understanding and communication ability with my friend’s families and relatives. 8th grade and freshman year my two best friends were Mexican and a Spanish exchange student. We spoke mostly Spanish together. My sister worked at a Mexican restaurant, dated Mexican and Latino men and her friend group (which was almost exclusively Spanish speaking folks) and mine (mostly white punk rock kids) merged in a hilarious and beautiful way though soccer (fútbol). We met for weekly games of “punk rock soccer.” Half of us lower to middle class white punk kids and the other half Mexican, South American and a couple Spanish kids. We shared laughs, underage beer, hugs, food, hilarity and some of the best times of my life. My sister (who still speaks fluently) and I used to speak Spanish at home when we didn’t want my dad to know what we were talking about. It was our secret code. Our house phone caller ID was almost exclusively Hispanic and Latino surnames. We two gringas were wholeheartedly welcomed into the hearts and homes of our friend’s families. We shared meals, laughter, conversations and were permitted to navigate in circles where we were the only white people allowed. Many of these families we still regard as our family. Many of these friendships are lifelong. In a brief explanation: there are few places and communities that I have felt more accepted, comfortable, nurtured, loved and invited into, than those of the homes and families of my Mexican immigrant friends. The amount of laughter, food, music and culture that I have been invited to enjoy and be welcomed into as if I too was family has been extraordinary. In my head and in my heart I have know few people who are as hard working, kind, accepting and family oriented as the (predominantly) Mexican people I grew up with. To witness what my country of origin is currently doing to them is beyond heartbreaking and disgraceful. I feel horrified and sickened on a personal level.To my white friends: Surely most of you have at some point enjoyed Mexican food, music, language or culture. Give back to this community. Learn Spanish. Donate to organizations that help immigrants. Talk to the Hispanic and Latino kitchen staff at your fancy service jobs. Befriend and support them. Ask how you can help. Open your eyes and your hearts. Show and teach other white folks to be inclusive, inviting and accepting allies to communities of color and to immigrants. To my Mexican friends (and to any immigrant in general, especially those who are POC): I AM SO FUCKING SORRY FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART THAT THIS UNTHINKABLY INHUMANE HORROR IS HAPPENING TO YOU AND YOUR FAMILIES. It is not fair, it is not just, it is beyond ok. I will continue to use the privileges that I have to fight for you and your safety. I will not let hatred, xenophobia and racism win. I will show up for you and keep showing up until this nightmare is over. Nadie es ilegal. Chinga la migra. Lo siento mucho. Te quiero mucho. ✊🏽❤️

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