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francesthetraveller · 1 year

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This is part 2 of this said post by the way!!

Finally it's time to post some info about the little skinny legend that by himself is searching for a bigger, skinnier legend... (wait uhhh- that sounded wrong-) -It is hinted at/implied that he could be on the spectrum (w what am I talking about hinted at/implied?! This is my OC for petesake!! Hell, I could very much make him on the spectrum if I wanted to! /lh)

-He was born in 1991, therefore he is canonically (if we say the movie takes place in 2023) 32 years old. (so don't even try to pair him with any of the young cast or I will throw you in a river)

-His main role model he looks up to is his late-grandpappy, who used to serve in the millitary as a sailor before retirement, and during his time in work he went to several places around the world through boat. When Ward was a toddler to a young kid he used to spend time with him, and eventually gained aspiration to be just like his grandpapps one day.

-He is not actually fully brittish (I lied, feel free to beat me up), his mother is (or uhhh, was) actually Russian while his father is (was) Brittish, therefore he is a Russian-Brittish immigrant (and somehow during his whole life he didn't learn to speak with an American OR Russian accent, but he does sometimes mix up spelling between the two languages and two spelling ways he knows)

-After the incident for a long time he was banned from ever taking foot off the town and onto the sea ever again, however after taking jobs working on cleaning boats this got slightly redirected and he did infact got the license to use a boat, however only as a fisherman, also he has to wear a electronic ankle-tag while doing it which will infact electrocute him if he goes within a certain radius away from the sea, and will call the nearby workers on the shore to get him away from the ocean (this unfortunately happens a lot due to mishaps to the point this has became such a common practice that sooner or later he might lose his job....d_d b_b...writes this down for ideas) -

-Especially after the incident both his parents grew a deep-disappointment towards him, and this caused him to never be able to reconcile with either of them. Sadly during his 20s, both of them passed away, which was another reason why he had to pick up the fisherman role by taking down the legacy of the job from the family. (Fatherless behavior, Motherless behavior)

-When he was 15-16 (the same age Ruby is rn), he took in the part-time job of being a obstacle-waxer and skatepark cleaner when skateboarding started becoming a craze around the town and they had to construct a park for it. He still has this part-time job as to this day to get more money.

-The reason why his coat is green is because he vividly remembers the incident so much that he could even recount what kind of hue the sea-monster was. This could be because of a way to cope and/or because he believes he became more monster in the process, so he must dress a bit like them in respect for gaining such knowledge of the outside world. (hmmm I wonder which character is green in the movie I wonder.......)

-His several jobs and his dream to find a kraken and to gain knowledge from it on how to be a correct monster might've lead him to be more athletically better and have a better balance but this is irrevelant and won't come back at all in anytime whatsoever.

-He honestly made up a belief that the mermaids in the movie that are told in legends are actually sirens due to their more devious and wrathful nature, while "true" mermaids are actually divine in form, a genuine pleasing to the eye and have the ability to heal one's mind from all the pain (And by "true" mermaids he actually means big shark men who he has like hundreds of posters of plastered around his house, all posing in awfully suspicious positions- Whoopsie doodle!!!)

-He still has the scar from the incident on his forehead, it's just concealed by his hair.

-He always has the stupid ass sailor-tie on his neck, and if he doesn't have it on, then that means something is wrong with him internally

-He watches Shape Of Water avidly.

-Ward collects all his research around his house and sometimes in documented books he created himself (out-of-movie merchandise potentiality!!! Marcy Wu style!!!)

-He still uses a big box computer despite the fact it's 2023

-His house compared to the other buildings in the movie is more outdated, representing how he's still stuck within his pasts beliefs while everyone else has moved on (his house gets destroyed during the climax btw!!!)

-He likes big harmonica music like sailormen do, 1940s to 1980s music and a little bit of 2000s songs

#ruby gilman teenage kraken fanart #ruby gilman teenage kraken oc #ruby gillman teenage kraken #oc posting #oc lore #oc stuff #lore spill!!!#random wall of text!!!

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guitarnacle · 8 days

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album review - she wants revenge, she wants revenge (2005) by a fool who knows nothing

tracklist:

red flags and long nights

these things

I don't want to fall in love

out of control

monologue

broken promises for broken hearts

sister

disconnect

someone must get hurt

tear you apart

she loves me, she loves me not

i really like this as an opening song. it introduces the kind of synth and electro guitar and monotone singing that literally IS she wants revenge, and is very straight up about it. i like it when albums open with a long intro and then get into it, and this song nails both parts. the lyrics are alright, better than some of the ones on here at least. i love how he sings ((two weeks, two years or just tonight.

slow start to second track is bold, feels like an entirely different song, i would have put this further along when the style starts getting repetitive. then again i dont know shit about ass and have never made an album. i like this song. its very the killers. i like it when songs are sexy. hes not a bad man hes just overwhelmed. i think this album is a collection of terrible love stories rather than one narrative

this song is real full frontal monotone nasal synth drums brittish man. i hate it when people count in songs though, and this is EGREGIOUS. the lyrics are bad. the saving grace is the massive cannon-esque drum sound: (( I don't wanna. DOOF DOOF .... . other than that this is boring to me, but it fits in well so far, it feels like a heightened pitch of some of the other songs.

nobody writes songs about powerful DJs anymore... what happened to dj got us falling in love? anyway i like the opening because its sexy and i like the line we're slaves to the DJ and out of control. this song is where it starts getting repetitive. still no good transition betwixt songs which is sad but fine. no one else will ever be folie a deux or pretty hate machine

i like this beat it wriggles around into you! it is scissor-sisters esque and i really like distortion in pop songs and the lyrics. this is a good one, smack in the mouth mentioned (sweet dinosaur world reference) and it feels different enough to everything before it to rejuvenate me. good outro

cheesy title!!!! it kind of seems like a retread to me. not that into it but it knows when and where to cut back different instruments

religious sex song religious sex song. what else is there to say. groovy. there is a really high pitched upsetting beeping very faint in the bg though.

i truly enjoy an intermission instrumental track <3 this was so relaxing

slowest song yet, sadly it is boring. nice layering though

i love it when songs are selfish and mean and there are good hooks (( i stand quite still / someone must get hurt and it won't be me, sadly this song was also boring

here we go !!! best song on the album, instantly iconic, nin-esque mixing, insane toxic lyrics, catchy, no flaws. its the most popular for a reason. listen to it right now. The backing vocals rly differentiate it and the tone and lyrics are standout

This is a good closer, feels like a weird aftermath to all the other songs' stories. Slow in a good way

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littlx-songbxrd · 3 years

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The fact its 2021 and CC still interacts saves and shares art of white washed Cordelia and Alastair is really getting to me more

#anti cc #i just saw an update of her saving 2 white cordelia arts into pinterest and im so tired #like i understand why this art exist! yeah cordelia and alastair were white for some time before the books!#other people are just horrible!#but YOU as an author should at least have the decency to RESPECTS YOIR CHARACTERS APPERANCE AND RACES?#SPECIALLY IF YOUVE DECIDED A CHUNK OF ONES TRAUMA STEMS FROM IT #so we have time for a pickle flower card but not redo the carstairs siblings?#this art has been here for years because you said theyd be french-brittish #but its 2021 #the carstaurs are mixed race AND NOT WHITE PASSING #tlh #tsc #chain of gold #chain of iron #the last hours #cassandra clare #alastair carstairs #cordelia carstairs

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fandomislife03 · 2 years

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alrighty so everyone and their mom knows about how hunter’s username is a reference to the book king and luz wrote, but when i first watched this scene i noticed something i havent seen anyone else point out.

look at his profile picture. yes its a dorky pose overall especially with the poutbut look at the specific way his hand is positioned. its the short/casual sign in American Sign Language for “i love you” (its also used in Brittish Sign Language but its originally from ASL)!

now this raises some very interesting questions for me.

1: does the boiling isles have a sign language at all? it wouldnt surprise me if they did, since even with magic and whatnot deafness (depending on severity) can be very hard or even impossible to “fix”.

2: how much of it is similar to ASL? is it the exact same like with how the demon realm already spoke english before philip got there?

3: WHEN did it become a thing? if it is in fact a direct copy of ASL then we can figure out a rough estimate for how long it took philip to make his functional portal that eda eventually got a hold of.

now since ASL as a language only started to fully form in the early 1800s while philip/belos has been in the boiling isles since the mid-late 1600s philip probably took about 150 years (give or take a bit) to make a functioning portal. it would also make sense since the American School for the Deaf- which is the oldest school for the deaf and where french sign langauge got mixed with students home signs and became American Sign Language as we know it today, is in CONNECTICUT! THE SAME STATE THAT LUZ’S HOMETOWN (AND PROBABLY ALSO PHILIP’S) IS IN!

considering even that would have been 200+ years ago at this point in time and within the show, i wouldnt be surprised if theres been some linguistic drift or it was combined with whatever sign language/home signs were being used prior to ASL being brought to the isles

tldr: philip probably took about 150 years to make a fully functioning portal, and when he did ASL, or at least a very early version of it, was brought back to the boiling isles.

#the owl house #the owl house spoilers #toh #me? combining two special interests? eyup #and if anybody wants sources i can send them or put them in a reblog :)

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asteriismos · 4 years

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hey jude - richie tozier

warning(s) : eighteen! richie tozier, rough smut, degrading terms like slut and bitch, choking, a daddy kink, oral ( male recieving )

authors note : im not saying listen to ‘da ya think im sexy?’ by rod stewart while listening to this but thats exactly what im saying

words : 3.8k

request :

Hey , I was wondering if you could do a smut with 2017 Richie being In an alt couple , with a girl who’s brittish with degrading , rough smut , choking and the almighty daddy kink ❤️

ever since you moved to derry, things have been different for richie.

the first time you stepped into his math classroom after winter break, teacher claiming that you were the new transfer student, he couldn’t get his mind off of you. you were gorgeous, not like anyone else in the small little town of derry that he’s been living in all his life. if there were anyone there that was half as cool as you seemed, richie would be interested in them. but there wasn’t. you were the breath of fresh air in his life that he didn’t know he needed, and you had only been in the classroom for 3 minutes.

then you spoke. and richie was even more interested in you.

you had an accent, clearly from the uk, which was explained while you talked a little bit in front of the class as the teacher awkwardly tried to get you to tell them about yourself. your dad was a businessman who was seeing some type of potential in bangor, and fell in love with derry when he drove through it a few months ago.

now you were here, finishing up your senior year here and going to college in the states. you seemed a little bitter about that to richie, but who was he to judge. he really didn’t like derry himself, he was glad that you only had to stay here for half a year instead of eighteen fucking years.

the rest of the day he thought of you, though his thoughts skewed a little bit towards lunch, worried about the history pop quiz that people were talking about. history was his eighth period, which led to much anxiety about the end of the day. but after school ended, richie was going to meet up with the rest of the losers outside of the school near the entrance so that they could all go get hot chocolate at stan’s place. early january in derry was so cold that it was almost impossible not to drink a warm beverage every single day.

he sat outside on the hoods of stanley’s car lighting a cigarette when he looked up, seeing you walking over to the car right beside beverly. bevvie said that she met you in gym class and you two apparently hit it off.

and the rest was history. you became an official unofficial member of the losers club. bev adored you, the two of you became some kind of punk rock loving duo, and that’s all it took for you to get introduced to the rest of the group.

as said before, it was customary for the entire losers club to go to someones house after school ended and to get some hot drink. winter was soon coming to an end, derry launching further into the cusp of spring every day. the snow was beginning to melt on the ground, trees starting to produce their green leaves, and the sun was shining more and more each day.

“richie, can you come and help with the coffee? jesus, it’s your house!” eddie yelled from the kitchen of the tozier residence. richie was seated on the couch next to you, spewing some nonsense about this girl in your shared math class together and how she apparently bit down on this football players dick the other day trying to give him head.

you laughed, leaning into the couch enough to where the fluffy built in cusions almost enveloped you. “you’re such a liar, tozier,” you said through your laughs, hitting him lightly on the side of the head. richie shook his head, stifling out a chuckle of his own. in his own awful posh british voice impression, he exclaimed, “you are SUCH a liar, tozier.”

“fuck off,” you said to him. “go help eddie.” you reached over and pushed him off the couch, watching richie as he walked into the kitchen out of earshot.

you sat at the couch, a smile still on your face thinking about the trashmouth. you hadn’t told anyone about your impending interest in richie for fear of them telling him because this group was not good at keeping secrets from each other at all. the only person that you vaguely told was beverly, saying that you had an interest in someone in your math class. that left like 10 boys, including richie, in the mix. but the more you hung out with the group, the more you floated towards richie tozier. it wasn’t that hard to tell whom you had feelings for when you two were together.

beverly was starting to notice your feelings for richie and you knew it.

“so y/n,” beverly asked from across the room. you turned to face her, snapping out of your thoughts about richie. “what are the guys like where you’re from?”

stanley gave beverly a look, laughing a little bit to himself at the question. bill put his face into the palm of his hands and looked at you, interested in your answer. you shrugged your shoulders, looking up to the left in thought. “guys are the same, I guess?”

beverly hummed to herself and gave you that devious little smirk of hers, “what about sex? what are they like?” the other guys laughed a little bit, shaking their heads while still listening for what you had to say. you shook your head, deciding that you weren’t going to answer the question. but that wasn’t enough for beverly, she raised her hands up in the air and slapped her thighs to get your attention again. “come on, y/n! we all wanna know what the boys get up to in england.”

you laughed at your friend. “okay, okay,” you said in defeat, putting your hands up in a ‘I surrender’ motion. “i don’t know. they’re okay i guess. but they’re so caring, they keep asking me if I'm okay, you know? it’s like ‘yes I am now stop asking’.” you laughed to yourself, thinking back to the boys that you’ve been with that all do that. they talk the big talk, then when it comes to actually fucking them, they’re afraid to do anything to do you. they go slow and sensual when sometimes you want it hard and rough. it was exhausting and you were so tired of it. you were also so tired of riding guys to try and get an ounce of the fast rhythm that you wanted.

richie and eddie walked back into the room right as beverly was about to ask another question, eddie going on and on about how richie wasn’t helpful at all and just watched as eds did all the work. you laughed at your two friends and grabbed the coffee mug richie had gotten for you and made room for him on the couch beside you again. he sat down and wrapped his arm loosely around your shoulder, making you smile into your mug as you took a sip. you leaned into his side, savoring the feeling of being in his arms.

since it was senior year, the losers were trying to go to as many parties as they could. courtesy of bill being on the baseball team, he got a free ride to all of the good ones and invited all of you guys along. you were getting ready for the party in your room, wearing a short black skirt and some tank top to compensate for the heat that would be at the party.

richie was planning on picking you up, but you told him he could just come inside because your parents weren’t around to yell at you for having a guy in the house. they were really strict about that sort of thing, which pissed you off because a majority of your new friend group was guys.

a soft knock on your door was heard and you opened it, smiling at richie who stood idly in the hallway. he looked out of place in your home dressed in his dark blue jeans and black smiths t shirt against the yellow wallpaper of your home. “come in, I'm almost done,” you said to him, beckoning him into your room and pointing to the chair he could sit on next to your desk.

richie took a look at you when you turned away from him, watching your hair that bounced with every step you took and how the edge of your skirt rode up just a little bit with the sway of your hips. realizing that he was definitely staring more than he should, richie shook his head to himself and made his way to the chair to sit. he watched as you looked at the jewelry that was hanging up on a storage rack. you pulled out a gold chain necklace and gave him a look, “could you help me with this?”

he cleared his throat, nodding in response and walking over. he stood behind you, at least a half a head taller than you. richie grabbed the two ends of your necklace, and with his nimble fingers he easily latched it on, watching it fall perfectly on your skin that glowed in the sunlight that shined through your window. you gave him a smile, which he could see from the mirror in front of you. richie looked at you in the mirror and sighed to himself, for some reason feeling jealous of anyone seeing you in such a short skirt. what if there was another guy there that caught your attention? what if you liked the other guy so much that you let him feel up your skirt or even worse, let him fuck you?

“are you sure you want to wear that?” richie blurted out before even registering it. you gave him a look in the mirror, eyes landing on his own that were staring at you already.

you gave a slight laugh, though suddenly felt a little strange feeling in your stomach. “what? are you my dad now or something?” you turned around to face him, your faces only inches apart from each other. you could smell his cologne along with the faint smell of cigarette smoke that you always felt yourself getting lost in when you were in class with him. he was looking down at you with dark eyes that made you clench your thighs together. richie walked forward, prompting you to walk backwards until you were pressed against your dresser. the cold surface made you shiver even through your clothing.

richie was kissing you.

with his hands placed firmly on the curve of your waist, body pressing against your own, richie kissed you with an unknown desire he didn’t realize that he had until seeing you in that pretty little skirt of yours. it was an almost animalistic urge and desire to show you that you were his, that he wanted you more than anything in this world.

your lips moved against his own, eyes fluttering shut after the initial shock wore off. his tongue slipped into your mouth with ease and explored it, hands squeezing your sides with his warm hands. you moaned a little in his mouth, trying to keep up with the pace that was hard and rough. your hands flew to his face right below his glasses, fingers splaying along his soft cheekbones that made him shiver. you never thought that this moment would ever be happening, and the more his hips pressed onto your own, you hoped that even your wildest fantasies about richie tozier would be coming true.

he grabbed you and turned you around so you were walking backwards to the edge of your bed, and with one languid push you were falling back onto your sheets. you pulled away from the kiss with richie to push yourself backwards all the way onto the bed, pulling him by his shoulders back on top of you and in between your legs, which you wrapped around his waist. richie kissed down your neck, biting a large hickey right in the crook of your neck where your shoulder and neck met. your fingers laced themselves into his black curly hair, reveling in how soft it felt.

“richie,” you moaned out softly with his hips pushing against your own. you could feel the growing hard on of his against your inner thigh, making you even more wet at the thought of him fucking you with it. “I need you so bad.” you said in a soft tone.

richie came up to meet your gaze, giving you a devilish smirk. “I think you need to beg for it a little better, princess.” his hands went under your tank top, cupping your breasts with each of his hands. his fingers came and pinched your nipples, making you arch your back up into his touch. you needed more, you needed so much more from richie right now. “and don’t call me richie, call me daddy.”

you threw your head back into the pillows, huffing a little bit while your cheeks burned red with embarrassment. “please daddy, fuck me with your cock,” you whined out, giving him an innocent look while batting your eyelashes at him. richie shook his head, making you frown a little bit at him. what else could he possibly want you to say? richie pushed himself off of you, standing at the edge of the bed while you still laid down, a little bit too clothed for his liking.

“get undressed,” richie ordered. “then get on your knees.” you did what he asked, standing up from the bed, pulling off your tank top and pushing your skirt down. from there you unclipped your bra and slipped your panties down, throwing your discarded clothes elsewhere in your room. the look that richie was giving you was enough to make you moan out quietly, heat getting wetter and wetter with each passing second. you keeled down to your knees in front of him, watching as he worked to take off his belt and push his pants down. “I think you need to prove how much you want daddy’s cock,” he said to you.

his hands reached to push down his boxers, taking himself into his hands and giving a few good pumps. you waited there for him, mouth open with your tongue laying out right for him to place his dick onto it. soon enough he was pushing into your mouth, making you sputter a small bit around his cock, hollowing out as much as you could. he was thick and long, and you didn’t know if you could even take him all in your mouth. the thought of it being thrust in and out with no remorse made you feel wild.

you looked up at him, dick in your mouth, waiting for him to make a move. richie tutted, “such a good little slut aren't you? so ready to suck on my cock.” you shivered at the degrading, feeling that fire pool into your abdomen. his hands wrapped into your hair making a makeshift ponytail and pulling you off of his cock, then pushing it back into your mouth. he continued this motion, getting a little faster. you had to breath through your nose, spit drooling down out of your lips and down your chin.

richie groaned from above you, bottom lip in between his white teeth. you reached to grab the back of his thighs to steady yourself while he used your mouth mercilessly. you gag around him, dick pulling out to give you a moment to breathe. while you breathe, your hands come to pump his cock that was slick with your spit. he didn’t waste another second pushing in, leading you by only your hair. your eyes are starting to water while you try and swallow around him.

with one last thrust and push all the way to the back of your throat, richie pulls you off of him and says, “now what do you say?” it takes you a moment to find your words. your throat feels raw and fucked out and you don’t trust your voice but you say, “thank you daddy. thank you for letting me taste your cock.”

“good girl, such a good girl,” richie praises, reaching to pull you up to your feet. your knees feel raw from kneeling before him, but instead of feeling hurt by it you just feel more aroused, anticipating what he would make you do next. “lay on the bed princess, legs spread out for me like a good bitch.”

you nodded your head, whining a little bit from the loss of contact from him, knowing that you would get it soon though. in between your thighs ached at the thought of him going to be inside you, stretching you out and fucking into you until you were a ruined mess. the eye makeup that you had put on for the party was slightly smeared already from the tears welled up in your eyes as he fucked your mouth. he didn’t fit all the way in your mouth . . . you wondered if he would even fit inside of your aching pussy.

you laid down at the edge of the bed, spreading your legs out to show yourself to him as much as you could. richie smiled at you, a real genuine smile while his eyes raked over your body. you were so wet, he could easily see how much you wanted him, how much you needed him. richie put his hands on your thighs, thumbs running up and down your inner thighs purposely neglecting the place you needed him most. you watched him with needy eyes, breath hitching in your throat once two fingers finally slid along your slicked folds. his fingers caught your arousal, instantly getting wet enough to push into you. they stretched you out, quickening the pace while his other hand kept your hips from squirming around.

he pulled his fingers out and pushed them into his mouth, moaning at the taste. you tasted so good that richie thought he was going to die right then and there. he pushed off his t shirt and settled in between your legs, letting his hands come right up to your hips. “now take daddy’s cock like the good slut you are, okay princess?” he said to you, giving you no time to answer when he pushed into you with no warnings. there was a little restraint from you around him, he was so big that it took him a moment to bottom out. you took every single inch of him, eyes closing and head throwing back onto the pillow.

“you’re so big daddy,” you moaned out, hearing him groan your name after you said it. your eyes were still closed so you didn’t see his hand come and reach around your throat until you felt his long fingers wrap around your throat and squeeze. your clit throbbed at the feeling, loving the feeling of his hand around your throat while he pushed slowly in and out. “fuck me daddy, please, I need you so bad daddy,” you begged him, needing something more to push you to finish.

“well, since you asked so nicely,” richie said to you, pushing down on your throat and fucking into you nice and hard. your tits bounced with every harsh thrust, your hands gripped the sheets beside you while you took every single rut of his hips. you were so desperate and wet for him that the sound that was made every time he pushed in and out was sinful and you loved every second of it.

he fucked you into the mattress so hard that you were moaning and screaming, feeling hotter and hotter as he took you to that brink. “I think I'm close daddy please let me cum,” you begged him, eyes opening to meet his own that were looking intensely along your body. he gave you a serious smile and nodded his head, “you can cum then baby, let it out, since you asked so nicely.” and that’s all it took for you to clench around him, feeling your whole body spasm. your legs were begging you to close but you couldn’t, because richie’s hips were in the way, keeping you spread out.

richie still hadn’t came yet, and you could see the determined look on his face while he picked up the pace, harsh and rough ruts against your hips left you moaning again. his hand clenched around your throat and you breathed out shakily as best as you could, his other hand pushed your leg up. this exposed a new angle and made him push even deeper into you. his thick cock stretched you out more and more with every thrust, your aching pussy so sensitive from your first orgasm. the base of his cock pressed against your clit and you knew you were going to cum again.

right as his thrusts started to get more erratic and out of rhythm from his previous ones, you were cumming and clenching again, making him spill inside you with a moan of your name. “you took my cock so well,” richie muttered out, groaning while his hot spurts stayed inside you, only a few drops spilling out while he pulled out of you. his hand left your throat and he left you, coming back into your line of vision with a towel in hand. richie wiped away all the cum he could that was slick in between your thighs, mixing with the sweat and your own arousal. each of you were breathing so heavily, it was as if neither of you had decided to breath during that entire time.

too enticed by the idea of fucking each other.

he grabbed your panties and tank top, giving you them and helping you get into them. he pulled up his boxers and gave you a look, wondering if you wanted him to stay or not. you looked up at him and grabbed his arm, not letting him leave your room for the time being.

“if you’re going to fuck me that hard, you need to give me cuddles afterwards.” you giggled, making room for him to lay beside you. you cuddled into his side, pulling the covers over each of you.

“I just wasn’t sure if you wanted to get into the complicated stuff,” richie said.

you cocked your head to the side. “the complicated stuff?”

“yeah. like the fact that I have feelings for you. a lot of them.”

you smiled, leaning up and kissing him on the cheek. “then I'll spare you the explanation, yeah? I like you too, richie. a lot.”

you liked him too. richie felt his heart start to beat more rapidly inside of his chest. he turned and wrapped his arms around you, kissing the top of your head, humming contently.

#richie tozier #richie tozier x reader #richie tozier imagine #richie tozier smut #eddie kaspbrak #bill denbrough #stanley uris #mike hanlon #ben hanscom #beverly marsh #it #IT movie #it movie imagine #it movie 2017 #it movie x reader #it movie 2019

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maxtheewclfe · 3 years

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after blabbering last night to @mcsaiccfmuses about some of this i’m making it officially a headcanon.

gideon is from the uk and has a british accent while roy is from new york. they met when gideon was in new york for work and eventually were married and settled down in the city. after a few years they welcomed their son, max via a surrogate and became the happy family they had been for so long...at least on the outside.

because of this max tends to mix american and brittish slang and also goes from speaking with his american accent to his brittish one. the brittish accent makes itself more apparent after he’s been around his dad. he often doesn’t realize that he has a unique way of speaking until someone who isn’t used to it points it.

he also has taken up singing, mostly for himself under his therapist’s insistence that he find something he enjoys doing that is healthier for him but he doesn’t like to bring it up to anyone because he doesn’t think he’s that good.

#✦ ❛ ᵗʰᶤˢ ᶤˢᶰ'ᵗ ᵒᶰ ᵐʸ ᵖˡᵃᶰ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗᵒᶰᶤᵍʰᵗ ❜┇ ⁓ headcanon ✦

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kunkutarpulla · 4 years

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Idea: Liberty’s Kids reboot

Liberty’s Kids is a children’s cartoon from early 2000s which teaches history about American Revolutionary War. Its protagonists are

- James, a reporter and a patriot;

- Sarah, a rich girl and a Brittish loyalist;

- Henri, a French immigrant who's with them; and

- Moses, a black ex-slave who guards them and works in Benjamin Franklin’s print shop.

Liberty’s Kids handles the war imipartially, and it touches on subjects like colonialism, racism and sexism. We even get to know historical figures which aren’t told about in history classes like Sybil Luddington, James Armistead and Joseph Brant.

I didn’t know about the existence of the show until coronapandemia (because it was never aired in Finland), but I watched it twice and absolutely love it! ^^

Though Liberty’s Kids is educational and has multiverse characters, it’s still not flawless.

If it’s going to be rebooted, these should happen:

- James, Sarah and Henri aging during the series. The war lasted 8 years, 4 months and 15 days. James and Sarah should’ve been in their 20s, and Henri should’ve been a teenager. I don’t know was the reason for kids not to age because the studio thought children are dumb or because it had a low budjet. Or possibly both.

- Answering to questions fans think of: Did James get his newspaper? Did Moses found the school he was planning? Did James and Sarah get married? What was America like during George Washington’s presidency? We want answers now!

- Henri being confirmed as a biracial Romani, because two-way racism is way too little handled in the media. Escaping persecution was a common reason to flee to America and his ethnicity is ambiguous, anyway, so that wouldn’t even be brownwashing.

- Moses, Cato and other slaves having some scars. Disney, Nickelodeon and Cartoon Network draw scars for their characters. Why shouldn’t them?

- Showing Lafayette having mixed feelings towards Sarah, since he hated Brits in real life.

- Not showing George Washington as a perfect man. It would be great to see scenes with him and Lafayette discussing about slavery, and make their father-son relationship complicated, since Washington was a slave owner and Lafayette was an abolitionist. Children ain’t stupid, ya know?

- Showing Bejamin Franklin was married and had kids, and even grandkids.

- Including Martha Washington herself in few episodes. She actually helped her husband at the front half of the war by managing and running his estates.

Did I miss something else? Do you have any ideas what should be included or is this enough?

#liberty's kids #revolutionary war #american revolution #history #the 18th century #1700s

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thecrystalquill · 5 years

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The Wizard and the No-Mag

A/N: Hey hey!! So I know this is way overdue but thank you so much for waiting. I hope you don't mind but I made (Y/N) and engineering student at University because I thought it would make it easier for her to explain technology to Fred since she'd probably then have more of an idea about how that stuff works (also I have no idea what the course entails so if I've made any mistakes on the subject please forgive me). Again, I'm so sorry it's taken this long but thank you so much for your patience @kpopgirlbtssvt Anyway please enjoy :) [[bonus points to anyone who picks up the quote I twisted from one of my favourite movies]]

Chapter 1

Masterlist Series Masterlist

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(Y/N) was walking through London, looking a little lost. Scratch that - she was lost. She had only been in England for a day and decided to go exploring (what a great idea that was), only she didn't have a map and she had no internet or data on her phone to find out where she was, which resulted in having to ask for directions. However, it would be more helpful if she knew where exactly she wanted to go. She rounded the corner of a building and found herself colliding with a slim get surprisingly muscular body.

"Oh-crap-I'm-so-sorry-I-wasn't-looking-where-I-was-going--" Said the person, holding her shoulders to steady her.

--"No no, it's fine, I really should've been paying attention." She replied, looking up to the stranger. He had a head of messy ginger hair sticking out in every direction, freckles dotted over his nose and cheeks and decorated his face, but his best feature was by far his honey-brown eyes. (Y/N) just couldn’t help but stare at the intricate patterns around his pupils that looked so bright up close.

Up close?!

Only now did she realise the very little distance between them. Taking a step back to compose herself, (Y/N) straightened herself out and cleared her throat. She looked back up to him to see he was already staring at her – with wide, unblinking eyes, and shallow, barely noticeable breaths.

Oh god – she broke him.

“Um… are you okay?” she asked warily; she didn’t know what too do in this sort of situation (it's not like she had a British hand-book if awkward moments).

He seemed to snap out of whatever kind of trance he was in, “O-oh! Yeah yeah I’m fine. I’m okay – I’m fine… er… ar-are you… uh… are you okay?”

She smiled at his stuttering; it was actually quite cute. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just a little lost.”

There was a silence between them, as if neither one really wanted to leave but didn’t know what to say, people who passed by them gave rude or enstranged looks – but they simply ignored it.

The man fixed his posture and carefully put out his hand. “I’m – er – Fred Weasley, by the way.” He introduced with a shy smile.

‘What a strange name’, she thought. She took his hand in hers and returned the action, “(Y/N) (Y/L/N).”

“(Y/N),” he repeated, trying out how her name felt on his lips, “well, (Y/N), since your lost and all, do you – er – would you want me to help you with getting… um… un-lost?”

“Well,” she laughed, “I’m not really sure where I wanna go.”

“Perfect! Does that mean I get to show you around? I’m a great tour guide, y’know?” fred beamed at her answer, clearly seeing his opportunity.

“Really? Are you sure? I wouldn’t wanna bother you.”

“It’s no bother,” Fred insisted politely, “really, it’d be my pleasure.”

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Fred showed her around London a bit, obviously he didn’t show her everywhere – London is a pretty big city after all.

He took her to a nearby park after a couple of hours of touring around. It was a surprisingly nice day out – when (Y/N) was back home, she’d heard that England was always cold and rainy (which, according to Fred, wasn’t too far from the truth) – so they strolled around and got to know each other a little.

“So, where exactly are you from?” Fred questioned; it was pretty obvious from her accent that she wasn’t Brittish.

“(Y/S) [Your State], America.”

“Right,” he nodded, “yeah, I thought that but usually when I think someone’s American they end up being Canadian.”

“Well, people do sometimes end up being Canadian.” (Y/N) joked.

“So how come you’re in England?”

“Well, I’m starting a three-year engineering course at a University here. I could’ve stayed at home, but I wanted a change of scenery; do something new and out of my comfort zone, y’know?”

Fred nodded, “Oh cool, so I guess you’re gonna be stuck here for a while then.”

“I guess so.”

They roamed around for a little longer; the sky had turned a colourful mixture of vibrant orange and red, and the street lights had started to turn on.

“It’s getting a little late, should I – uh… walk you home?” Fred inquired, honestly though, he wouldn’t want her to walk home alone at night. Especially in mid-London; it just wouldn’t be safe for her.

(Y/N) nodded, “Yeah, okay. If we can find it that is.” She told him the address and followed him. She was a little surprised at how well he knew his way around; he explained that he likes to explore whenever he’s free.

They stopped at a tall building near a main road; the traffic wasn’t as bad as it was in the day, but Fred still took her hand and ran across with her.

Obviously, (Y/N) invited him inside – it might not really be a great idea to invite a stranger inside your apartment, but she felt they had gotten to know each other pretty well, besides, it was the least she could do for him after today. The walk up to her door was silent, but not uncomfortable. The elevator wasn’t working, so they had to climb five flights of stairs, and by the time they’d reached her apartment they had to stop for a moment to catch their breaths.

Unlocking her door, (Y/N) stepped aside and let Fred in. the door lead to a kitchen space with a small island table, to the left was a small living-room with a window looking out to the streets bellow, and to the right were three open doors: a bedroom, a bathroom, and a small storage closet. The rooms were quite plain: there were no blinds or drapes, the kitchen cupboards were empty, and the walls were bare. Different sizes of boxes were stacked up everywhere; lining the walls, taking up space and chairs – all labelled for different things.

(Y/N) closed the door and rushed to make some room and move some boxes. “Sorry about the mess,” she said, “I’ve just moved in today so I haven’t had a chance to put anything away yet.” She explained while lifting a large cardboard box labelled ‘Kitchen ‘ in black marker.

Fred laughed and shook his head, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “No need to worry, my place isn’t much better and I’ve been living there for years.” (Y/N) giggled at his response – which was a wonderful sound, in Fred’s opinion.

She opened the box and pulled out two mismatched mugs, putting them on the table.” I don’t have a lot in right now, but I did pick up some coffee and stuff – oh, and some ‘real Brittish tea’, apparently it’s different to how it is in the U.S. You want anything?” she asked, filling up the kettle.

Fred took a seat at the island, staring intently at the kettle and the wires coming from it. “Oh… y-yeah. I’ll have some tea if you’re making it.”

(Y/N) nodded and put the bags of tea in the mugs as the kettle clicks, and filled the cups with boiling hot water. She of course added sugar after Fred told her how many, and the milk, then handed them over – taking a seat next to him.

It was quiet for a moment, before Fred spoke up. “So… um… h-how does the kettle work… exactly?” He wasn’t sure if he should know this or not (she, of couse, thinks he’s a muggle like her).

(Y/N) paused for a moment and looked towards the kettle. “Er… well, the plug in the wall transfers electricity through the wire, then that heats up some metal in the plate thing under the kettle. Then that heats up the water, and when it starts boiling the switch flicks up and it stops the electricity. At least, I’m pretty sure that’s how it works.” She looked back at Fred to see him staring at the kettle, a mixed look of fascination and confusion crossing his face – she laughed at it; he looked so adorable in his child-like wonder. “Don’t you have a kettle at home?”

Taking a big gulp of tea – probably downing about half of the cup – Fred turned back to her, racking his brain for a believable excuse. “Well—er—yeah but… y’see, um—my parents’ house is really old-fashioned and they don’t have electricity – it’s a family house y’see. And… when I moved out, I got an old place too – so I don’t really know how this stuff works.” It wasn’t a complete lie, he just left out all the magic and wizards and stuff. "We heat ours over the fireplace."

“Oh?” (Y/N) was honestly quite shocked by this: now-a-days everyone has all kinds of technology, and Fred didn’t even know about the modern kettle! “Well that’s… unusual. But in a good way! It’s actually kinda… refreshing, I guess.”

They finished their drinks, enjoying more small-talk in the mean time, discussing everything amd anything that came to mind.

Eventually, they noticed the time was getting on for eleven, and Fred put down his empty mug and sighed. “I really should, I’ve got work in the morning and my brother won’t be too pleased if I’m half-asleep the whole time.” He looked at (Y/N) with disappointment; he seemed reluctant to go, but stood up anyway.

(Y/N) nodded and took the cups over to the sink, then faced him again. “Yeah, yeah of course. I should probably get to bed too… if I can find which box it’s in, that is.” She laughed awkwardly.

“Well… I-I’d… uh… I’d like to see you again though… sometime. Maybe I can… y’know, show you some more of the city tomorrow? Say… er... five-ish?” He stuttered as he nervously fidgeted with his fingers.

Smiling, (Y/N) nodded her response a little too eagerly. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

Fred beamed at her and ran a hand through his messy hair. “Right, yeah – cool. O-okay. I’ll meet you here then.”

“Okay. I’ll see ya later then.”

“Yeah, o-okay. Um… bye…”

“Bye.”

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clangree · 3 years

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Introduction to Presentation

I choose the Site specific design project because I am not particularly attracted to promenade shows, and though to myself “this will be a challenge”. I must admit before starting the design, I wouldn’t have gone to a show like this. I am not big on audience participation, I like sitting back and just watching and taking in what is shown in front of me. So I choose it, mainly to prove myself wrong.

The War Habit appealed to me because of its grandiose and epic aspect. It appeared to me as more than just a play, maybe because of its poetic language and universal lesson about war.

Not only was I attracted to the text, but the site had a very mysterious and historical atmosphere to it. The first time I stepped there, I seemed to grasp the concept, to understand the relation between text and space. There was not much hesitation on my part, I knew that was the one I wanted to work on.

Before starting anything design related we were asked to write a manifesto of out piece. So I decided I wanted to focus on a few things

- Really try and make my piece as accessible and safe as possible.Since it is a piece dealing with war and sounds, wounds, and death, I want to make sure the audience’s mental health, safety and accessibility is at the heart of the process, and the final product. I want the audience to both be pushed and surprised, but also feel safe.

- Keeping my Audience Active. I wanted my piece to be active, the audience to feel like they are a part of the piece, in fact that the piece could not exist without them. I want them to take things from the performance both from an individual experience, but also from a larger experience, as a group.

- To use the site as the main base to help the story and to create powerful images. I wanted the walls and every crack in them, to suddenly take meaning, instead of just being an old wall. I want the audience to be able to walk through the space and feel the history throughout the story and images told

- And lastly I wanted to be right on with the Brittish History. Since this piece is so focused on Brittish war history I want to be spot on so the audience (who will mostly be Brittish and more welsh) can relate. Rather than putting on my French history knowledge. But That last point has then been a bit scrapped of because I went with a much larger and universal view of War.

Starting the design, I knew it had to be universal. All around the world, everyone experiences War, whether it is on the front lines or on the news, a loved one or in the history books. It is part of us. And I thought the text highlighted that quite well.

So I knew I wanted to make it universal and that anyone that came to see the play could relate in some way to it. But also gain new experiences. The different moments in the play are made as a cycle, with the tree in the center. I am not representing a real war in Time but a methaphorical war that represents all wars, recited by a Poet. The poet, the main characters, the one who’s writing the war, and layering the history, leads the audience through the piece, moment by moment.

Acompaniying the Poet is an army composed of soldiers. They create a mass, they are multigenerational to show how war affects each an everyone of us. A little girl is a soldier as much as an adult man. Their costumes are not particularly specific, but clearly have a Western feel to it. Like everything else in the piece they represent layers of war, so a young boy soldier could be wearing a World War One jacket with totally different style of boots or trouser. The costumes help the audience understand that the piece is a not pin pointing an era or a country, but trying to representing the idea of WAR. The Props are a mix as well of modern war equipment but also war toys. The toys are a bit more vintage looking, (I don’t want a Nerf gun for example) like small wooden planes, fake looking gun toys etc...

Before I start I wanted to go through some of my initial research. I started my research on images or soldiers in action, but also relaxing soldiers, asking myself What do they do, waiting for war to come, knowing tis coming. (here is where I show important images and drawings that helped me with the process). I also came up very quickly with the idea of unscrolling, opening up a scroll and discovering layers and layers of history. I started looking at the Bayeux tappiserie and images like this (shows images) that really made me think about how is war recorder, how is history written. Following that line, I worked with costumes first, with the desire to really understand the universality of it. ( here is where I would show some first ideas of costumes)

The space, in accordance to my manifesto is mainly left as it is exepct a few changes to make it more accessible.

So to explain fully the experience of the War Habit, I will take you with me on the journey of the piece moment by moment, showing images of the site, mixed with pieces of my work.

( Presentation of the final work is shown like in the story board)

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