#big save

[rainofthetwilight]

LEVI, HANA, HI! IT'S TARA (giftofjay in case you don't remember lol) with a temporary and hastily-made account that I'll lose access to the moment I log out buuut

RAMADAN KAREEM <333

كل عام وانت بألف خير، ان شاء الله يكون صايمك مقبول، وان شاء الله الشهر هاد يفرح قلبك وكله خير بركة

Annnd a bunch of flowers and balloons for my favorite Egyptian mutual 🌻🌻🌻🎈🎈🎈 (<-I was gonna give you a cookie as I normally do LMAO 😭. Then, I thought I should give a فانوس [lantern? idk] because yk, it's Ramadan, but apparently there's no emoji for that :/)

TARA TARA TARAAA!!!!!! AGSHDJDJSA HELLO I MISSED YOU LIKE SOSOSOO MUCH?????

HELLOOO AAGH I GOT SO WORRIED WHEN YOU DEACTIVATED I'M SO GLAD YOU WERE ABLE TO REACH OUT AGAIN!!!! :DD

ANYWAY, AAAAAAA RAMADAN KAREEM WA MUBARAK HABIBTY!!!! :DDD <33333 حبيبتييي ربنا يحفظك شكرا شكراا 😭

،والله وحشتينيييي!! كل سنة وانت طيبة وبالف الفف خير ويارب صيامك يكون مقبول

ويا رب يكون الشهر ده مليان بالخير والفرح والهنا والسعادة ان شاء الله !!!💞💞💞

THANK YOU SM FOR THE FLOWERS AND BALLOONS TOO AAAA ILYSM!!!! /p <33 :DDD I feel so honored that I'm your fav 😭😭 more balloons and and flowers back to my fav palestinian mutual!!! (and hearts!!) :DD 💞🎈🎈🎈🌷🌷💞🌻🌻🌹🌹❤️🌻🌺🌺💐🎈🎈💞🌺🌷🌺💐🌻🌹❤️🌺🌷🌻💐🌷🌺❤️💞✊️💐🌷

(also yeah I wish there was a fanuus emoji too 😭😭 poor fanuus they forgot about your existence buddy, we have to sing wahawey ya wahawey with a nonexistent fanuus apparently 😔)

YES YES YESSSSSS EID COOKIES!!!!! best kind of cookies to ever exist, esp coming from you <333 (also they better be butter cookies >:D)

I will await your return, tumblr user giftofjay o7 😎

this is me n you this ramadan btw <3

and once again, RAMADAN KAREEM TARA!!! :DDD 💞💞 !!!رمضان كريم

[kittzuxp]

IA AM AWAKE

Some creeper concepts that I never posted here :P

[downydig]

Urgh… woman…

[prosypepper]

“toji!”

…

“toji fucking fushiguro if you don’t get your ass in here right now i promise i will sick this thing on you!”

toji grumbles and goes downstairs, only to find you cowering in the corner of your living room—a shoe in one hand, wad of paper towels in the other.

“what’s the problem?”

“that! that thing!” you scream, pointing a finger at the opposite corner of the room.

toji just stares at you, underwhelmed—but he sees the tears running down your face and the way your chest heaves. you’re spooked, genuinely—if he didn’t know any better he’d think there was an intruder.

“alright, calm down, baby,” he tries to settle you down, gaze going over to where your finger is pointed.

across from you is some bug, mindlessly throwing itself into the wall. it’s big, he’ll give you that—but doesn’t seem to be causing actual harm to anything. and just as he thinks it’s harmless, it zips to the other side of the living area, hurdling straight towards you. you shriek, running over to your husband to hide behind him.

he almost laughs, a grin coming onto his face from seeing you so scared over nothing—it’s sweet, honestly.

“it’s not funny toji, please, i opened the door and it flew in and it won’t stop!” you’re crying out, tears still streaming down your face because the bug tried to attack you. did he not see that?!

“okay, okay,” he sighs, eyes following the bug as it flies everywhere.

toji takes his slipper off his foot, laser-focused on the bug—and when it flies towards him—

wham!

he knocks the bug down to the floor, leaving it twitching and it’s wings fluttering. toji kneels down to inspect it—yeah, you had the right to be scared. this thing is weird looking, to say the least—but he disposes of it outside without a word.

“thank you,” you mutter, pressing yourself into toji’s chest and hugging around his waist. you wipe your eyes on his shirt and sniffle, controlling your exasperated breathing.

“you’re fine, baby,” he coos, running a big hand over the back of your head.

your savior.

[nymphoutofwater]

Here's a remade masterpost of free and full shakespeare adaptations! Thanks @william-shakespeare-official for this excellent post. Unfortunately, a lot of the links in it are broken, so I thought I'd make an updated version (also I just wanted to organize things a bit more)

Antony and Cleopatra: ~ Josette Simon, Antony Byrne & Ben Allen - 2017

As You Like It: ~ At Wolfe Park - 2013 ~ Kenneth Brannagh's - 2006

Coriolanus: ~ NYET Alumni - 2016 ~ Tom Hiddleston - 2014 ~ Ralph Fiennes - 2011

Cymbelline: ~ Michael Almereyda's - 2014

Hamlet: ~ David Tennant - 2009 ~ Ethan Hawke & Diane Venora - 2000 ~ Kenneth Branagh's - 1989 ~ BCC's Part One & Two - 1990 ~ Broadway - 1964 ~ Christopher Plummer - 1964 ~ Laurence Olivier's - 1948

Henry IV: ~ BBC's Part One & Two - 1989 ~ The Brussel's Shakespeare Society's - 2017

Henry V: ~ The BBC's - 1990 ~ Laurence Olivier's - 1944

Julius Caesar: ~ Phyllida Lloyd's - 2019 ~ The BBC's - 1979 ~ John Gielgud - 1970

King Lear: ~ The RSC's - 2008 ~ Laurence Olivier - 1983 ~ The BBC's - 1975 ~ James Earl Jones - 1974 ~ Orson Wells - 1953

Love's Labour's Lost: ~ Calvin University - 2016

Macbeth: ~ Stockbridge Drama Society's - 2019 ~ The RSC's - 2019 ~ Antoni Cimolino & Shelagh O'Brien's - 2017 ~ Ian McKellen & Judi Dench - 1969 ~ Sean Connery - 1961

Measure for Measure: ~ Hugo Weaving - 2019 ~ The BBC's - 1990

The Merchant of Venice: ~ Al Pacino - 2004 ~ Trevor Nunn & Chris Hunt - 2001 ~ The BBC's - 1980 ~ Lawrence Olivier - 1973

The Merry Wives of Windsor: ~ The Royal Shakespeare Company's - 1982

A Midsummer Night's Dream: ~ Oliver Chris & Gwendoline Christie - 2019 ~ City of Columbus's - 2018 ~ Julie Taymor's - 2014 ~ The Globe's - 2013 ~ The BBC's - 1988 ~ Lindsay Duncan & Alex Jennings - 1986

Much Ado About Nothing: ~ Shakespeare in the Park - 2019 ~ Kenneth Branagh - 1993 ~ The BBC's - 1984

Othello: ~ The BBC's Part One & Two - 1990

Richard II: ~ David Tennant - 2013 ~ Deborah Warner's - 1997 ~ The BBC's - 1978

Richard III: ~ Ian McKellen - 1995 ~ Laurence Olivier - 1955

Romeo and Juliet: ~ Simon Godwin's - 2021 ~ The BBC's - 1988 ~ Laurence Harvey & Susan Shentall - 1954

The Taming of the Shrew: ~ Ontario production? ~ American Conservatory Theater - 1976 ~ Richard Burton & Elizabeth Taylor - 1967 ~ Mary Pickford & Samuel Taylor - 1929

The Tempest: ~ Gregory Doran's - 2017 ~ The BBC's - 1988

Timon of Athens: ~ Barry Avrich's - 2024

Troilus and Cressida: ~ Audio Production ~ This one I found on youtube? - 2016

Titus Andronicus: ~ Anthony Hopkins - 1999

Twelfth night: ~ Texas Shakespeare Festival's - 2015 ~ Alec Guinness, Joan Plowright & Ralph Richardson - 1970

Two Gentlemen of Verona: ~ Katherine Steweart's - 2018 ~ The BBC's

The Winter's Tale: ~ Antony Sher - 1999 (Warning: they don't have a bear...)

Bonuses:

Time Loop Hamlet! (A personal fav of mine)

Rock Opera Hamlet???

Shakespeare animated tales

The Complete Works Of Shakespeare Abridged comedy

Romeo and Julieta: A Día de los Muertos Love Story

There’s also many other Latine Shakespeare adaptations listed in this archive

MacChef, a retelling but well... in a kitchen!

From the original post:

A Midwinter's Tale, about a man trying to make Hamlet.

Russian Hamlet here

Here's Scotland, PA, the 2001 modern Macbeth retelling.

Rave Macbeth for anyone interested is here.

This one is the Taming of the Shrew modern retelling.

The french Romeo & Juliet musical with English subtitles is here!

Here's the 1948 one,

the Orson Wells Othello movie with Portuguese subtitles there

A Lego adaptation of Othello here.

Here's commentary on David Tennant's Richard II

[egophiliac]

did this as a quick scribble at like 1 AM last night and...immediately lost all motivation to ever clean it up. ( ᐛ ) but I had to draw my son being the fanciest little flower boy who ever threw petals down an aisle. oh my god.

[suntails]

love will truly live

[fclkly]

Cherry Magic Au ! On his 30th birthday, Shen Yuan wakes up and discovers he has the ability to hear the thoughts of anyone he touches! Surely this wont cause any problems, right??

[eznii]

whats this? did luo binghe just find the peerless master of the xiu ya sword scandalously underdressed and DRINKING LIQUOR???? want to find out what happens next???

CLICK HERE to read the AMAZING @svsssbigbang fic i was a part of, Recreational Venting, written by TGP, with art by me and @moon-in-the-sea-art , and beta read by @lieutenantruby and @lomlompurim !

and after youre done reading it, check out the other fics for the big bang! everyone worked really hard and works are STILL going to be coming out for the whole month ^^

[bi-writes]

the new baby you take care of is the cutest baby you've ever met. (a lil dubcon, baby trapping, 18+)

he has a big head with a tuff of little blond waves, and he has the brightest brown eyes in the entire world. he smiles at every face you make at him, and he takes a bottle like a champ and will nap for hours as long as you're quiet.

his father has a strict schedule set for him. when you met that big man for the very first time, you were speechless. your teeth had clacked together with how fast you tried to close your gawking mouth, but it was impossible not to with how much he towered over you, nearly touching the top of the doorway.

he is methodical, down to every minute. tacked onto the fridge, he had shown you his son's current schedule, which he emphasized with a dead glare must be followed to a T.

two feedings in the morning followed by a nap. another feeding. a longer nap. another feeding. another nap. all separated in increments of 45 minutes, with instructions on how to use the bottle warmer and how to measure the formula.

his son does not cry. his father had told you, if he cries, y'r doin' somethin' wrong. and he was right. the baby only cried when he was hungry, and he would fall into a dead sleep as soon as you gave him a bottle.

it's odd, to take care of someone else's baby. especially this man's. there's no woman in the house, as far as you can tell. the whole house is decorated very minimally, cozy and in shades of warm greens and cool blues and browns. there are no heeled boots by the door or pretty fur coats, and whenever you pass by his bedroom, only one side of his bed ever looks lived-in. there are no pictures on the walls, no makeup in the bathroom drawers, and no pads or tampons under the sink.

just a big, unfeeling man and his big, adorable baby.

but you think that your actions to get this big, unfeeling man to like you are starting to have the wrong kind of implications.

it starts with dinner. you start to make it, using the ingredients from his fridge to make stews and buttery mashed potatoes and roasted veggies. the image of you stirring a pot with his baby on your hip has not left him, and whenever you don't have some kind of meal cooking when he gets home, you answer to someone curt, annoyed, and cold, even to the touch.

then it's the decorating. you thought his couch was a little bare, so now there's a few throw blankets laying across the back of it. there's a vase of pretty tulips on the coffee table. you're growing herbs on the windowsill, little pots of thyme and rosemary and basil. you leave house shoes by the door now, and even when you're not there, he sees those fuzzy pink slippers in the foyer, and he can't help the way he chubs up just seeing them when you're not around.

you start to bring some extra changes of clothes. after the baby spit up on you more than once in a day, you bring a duffel bag with you once a week with extra changes of clothes. he snarls when he sees your clothes in one of his drawers; pretty black panties and matching bras, all laid out under your lounge wear right next to his fucking socks.

the toothbrush next to his in the bathroom. the multi-colored chapsticks in the drawers. tampons and pads organized in the cabinet, your moisturizer next to his shaving cream. he smacks his fist against the wall when he sees the finished package of your birth control in the trash because wot the fuck are y'doing taking those things when y'know i want another--

he can see you in the baby monitor. swaying in the dark of his son's room, the baby's head on your chest as you rock him softly. you're singing a little, a gentle hum to soothe him enough that his eyes start closing. he groans a little when he sees your eyes shut as you kiss his son on the forehead, cooing at him as you pat his little back and tell him to have sweet dreams.

you're making brownies when he comes home that night. his son is seated in his high chair, clapping his hands, and you're smiling at him and cooing in that baby voice you do as you take the warm brownies out of the oven. when you see him emerge from the darkness of his living room, you smile at him, taking off the oven mitts.

"hi, simon," you say softly, and his pupils dilate when you slip a hand over his son's head to soothe him. "i made some dessert, hope that's okay. thought you might wanna try my new recipe."

simon comes into the kitchen as you take his baby out of his high chair. you hoist him up against your hip, and when simon comes closer, you giggle as tilts his head to the side and stares down at you both. you tilt your head back a little, blinking up at him, and the flutter of your lashes is enough to have him rock hard in his cargos as his hands curl into frustrated fists at his sides.

"i'm gonna put him down for bed, it's a little late," you tell him. you hoist his son up a little higher on your hip, picking up his little chubby arm and waving up at simon. "say goodnight, daddy."

simon grins under his mask at the soft lilt of your voice. you try not to squeak when one of his big hands slides around your waist to hold you at your back, and he bends down to kiss his son's forehead through his mask.

"goodnight, my boy."

you try not to linger on the idea that he may have grabbed your ass as you walked away. no, his arms are just so long, they grazed you while you passed by him.

the baby always goes down nice and easy. one bottle later, with a full stomach, he's rubbing his little eyes and fussing in your arms as he tries to fall asleep. he's a mover, simon's little one--always grasping around with his arms and flopping onto his side in the bed. oftentimes, after a nap, he's facing the opposite direction and on the other end of the crib when you come to get him.

so you shouldn't be surprised when as he's falling asleep, his little grubby hands reach for you and pull.

your eyes widen when you hear the pop of buttons. you look down, gasping, when you see his son has grabbed onto the front of your blouse and pulled the first few buttons out. they clatter onto the floor in a mess, and you're not able to see where they go with it so dark in his room.

"oh, god!"

you try to be gentle as you set the baby down in his crib. he immediately sticks his thumb in his mouth with his head lolling to the side, and you try to pick up anything you step on as you hurry out of the room, trying to hold your shirt together.

it's useless. you're standing there in the hallway, hastily shutting the baby's room closed, tits out at eight in the evening.

"tha' why he so good ta ya, mama?"

your eyes bug out of your head when you see simon there. he's standing at the end of the hallway, arms crossed over his chest, and his eyes are focused on your poor open blouse. the bra you're wearing leaves nothing to the imagination--just mesh with underwire, and when simon comes closer, there's virtually nothing separating you when he reaches up with that gloved hand and cups one breast, thumb smoothing over your nipple before he tugs on it gently.

"wha--simon--"

"thinks y'r his mum, pretty tits out like tha'," simon hisses. "'f ya wanted it so bad, why didn't ya just say?"

"simon--"

he tsks, using both hands this time to grip your blouse by the edges and tug it down your arms. it falls around your elbows, and he takes the straps of your bra with it, until it's pooled around your waist and your tits fall free.

"fuckin' hell," he breathes, and your lips part gently as he hikes up his mask and spits on your nipples before sucking them into his mouth. "mmmph..."

you arch your back as he rips the rest of the buttons off with one smooth tug. your blouse falls, and your bra follows it, until you're in nothing but your skirt, backing up into the darkness of his bedroom as he kicks the door shut. you scramble to get him back on top of you when your knees hit the edge of the bed, and you're laying down--grabbing around his shoulders as you try to guide his mouth back to your breasts where he can suckle on them with that filthy mouth of his.

"knew it--" he rasps. "fuck, i knew it--"

your eyes squeeze shut when he ruts his hips against yours. your panties are ruined, slick wet and digging uncomfortably into your folds, but the scratch of simon's jeans have your back bowing at a hard angle, your fingers sliding between your bodies as you reach for his zipper. you gasp when you feel him under your hand, straining against denim, the girth of him tying your stomach in hard knots as you think about what it'll take to get you open enough for him to slip in.

"keepin' me fat," simon murmurs. "holdin' my baby like tha', wot did ya think was goin' ta happen, eh?"

"h-huh?"

"'m gonna make you fat, too, swee'eart," he says, smoothing his hand over your tummy. "saw those little pills in y'r bag. it won't take today, but we'll try again tomorrow, yeah?"

you're drooling as he fucks you. your hips are hiked up, your skirt flipped up as his thighs smack against your ass. you're not privy to the way the fat of you shakes every time he's buried to the hilt, but simon appreciates it, tongue out as he watches you push back against him to try and get yourself filled quicker. he traces your spine with his fingers, leaning over you as he watches your fingers dig into his dark sheets and grip for dear life as he gives it to you fast and deep. it's a mess of wet between you, and you know the bed underneath you will be soaked by the time he's done with you, but you can't think about that when the very thing you've been wanting since the day you met him is so close, so within reach.

you haven't taken a single one of those pills since the first week you met that fat, beautiful baby. maybe simon didn't take too close a look at the dated little pills in your bag and in the bin, the little calendar you used to mark rotting away in a forgotten pocket, gathering dust.

when simon comes, your mouth is filled with saliva, and you gurgle between barely-lucid giggles as your hips sink into the mattress. he's saying something, but you don't hear it. instead you reach down with your fingers and stuff them inside, trying to gather as much of his cum and keep it. when simon tries to cum in your mouth later, you nearly bite his dick off.

how dare he try and waste it?

[rainofthetwilight]

كل عام وانت بألف ألف خير، يا رب ينعاد علينا وعليكم بالصحة والعافية

Listen, I know I said I'll be back with more cookies, but it's Eid, so you're getting ma3mool instead. Annnd I just realized I don't know what type of ma3mool you like, بس انا عن نفسي بحب معمول أساور so that's what you're getting lol 😅

Anyway,

surprise ma3mool attack

(Just imagine a bunch of ma3mool flying at you; I can't insert images in anon)

Oh, and I just saw your reply to my previous ask, the one I sent on Ramadan, and you said you liked butter cookies. Ngl, I had to search that up, and my first thought was علبة الخياطة؟؟؟, bUT YEAH, YOU'RE ALSO GETTING THAT

(side note, but you're so sweet I'm gonna cry; I'm so sorry for worrying you, girl [also, hi, Finn and Anura if you see this!])

I hope you have a wonderful Eid; enjoy it to the max <333

(one last last thing, expect me in your ao3 inbox soon because I realized a few days ago that I've only read one of your fics [and forgot to comment on it] and that is, in my opinion, a crime from my part lol. So yes, I am coming for your fics)

TARA!!! WELCOME BACK AND EID MUBARAK!!! :DDDD

كل سنة وانت طيبة وبالففف خير حبيبتي ربنا يخليكي، ويا رب العيد ده يكون عيد سعيد ليكي ولكل احبابك انشاء الله!!! ���💗💗

AHDHJSJSAHSJJA don't worry about the cookies, I think I got enough already 😭 (my parents got like..3 boxes full of cookies from el 3abd, 2 of them are all biscu masr cookies, and they got kunafah with nuts too SHJDSK, we're probably gonna take some with us along with the cake to the family gathering 👍)

ALSO HECK YEAH MA3MOOL I LOVE MA3MOOL!!!!! :DDDD BRACING THE INCOMING MA3MOOL ATTACK DHEJFJWJKFMS

انا بصراحة ماجربتش معمول اساور قبل كده بس انا عموما بحب المعمول ف اي حاجة شغالة معايا، ف شكرا اوي على المعمول!!! :DDD

AJJDJAJ AND THANK YOU FOR THE BUTTER COOKIES!!! :DD بس على فكره انت صح, انا فعلا بحب علبة الخياطة انا كنت فعلا اقصد ب دول، انا بعشقهم اوييي 💪

AND AWWDHJDJS YOU'RE THE ONE WHO'S SWEET 😭 AND DON'T WORRY ABT ANYTHING!!! whatever reason u deactivated for is immediately understandable!! I just hope you're doing alright and that everything is well!!! <3333

I hope you have an absolutely amazing eid as well!!!! :DDD 💞💞💞 here, have some balloons and flowers from me as a gift <333 🌺🎈🌺🌹🌺🎈🌺🌹🌺🎈🌺🌹🌺🎈🌺🌹🌺🎈🌺🌹🌺🎈🌺🌹🌺🎈🌺🌹🌺

FJDJJSAHSJJ inshallah I'll await your arrival in my ao3 inbox fellow tumblr mutual 💪💪 again hope you have a happy eid habibty and take care!!! :DDDD 💞💞💞

[rainofthetwilight]

OH MY GOD HIJABI VANIA I REPEAT HIJABI VANIA

I LITERALLY HAVE THE SAME COLOUR HIJAB AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

THE GIRLIESSS <333

My pretties <333

[kathaynesart]

Cassandra: 🔪🔪🔪

Happy April Fool's Day everyone!

[meltedmush]

MASSIVE THANK YOU TO PRIM (@primtheamazing) FOR DONATING TO FTH 2025!!!

I’m really happy to be able to work with you on this, so thank you very much!!

Once again big thank you to Prim!!

I absolutely love the prompt you gave me, I literally screamed when I first saw it!!! It was incredibly fun to work on this!!!

[astracora]

Actually obsessed with the way his eyes do the widen when he's shocked or unsure what to do.