happy melbourne night 3 🥳🥳🥳 so far this has been a CRAZY surprise song city soooo it’s time to see what taylor has in store for her final performance there!! all you need to do to participate in the surprise song game is drop your guesses in the tags or replies and i will give shoutouts to the winners!! <3
my guesses are going to be marys song and foolish one
I always laugh at the Americans that are genuinely offended by Dan and Phils American accents. Like have you heard their absolute train wreck of an Australian one!? Aussie is so much closer to British and they still fuck it up baaaddd. They're generally really bad at accents, it isnt American specific.
Les livres montrés dans le tableau "Liberté" lors de la cérémonie d'ouverture des jeux olympiques 2024, ce vendredi (liste à la fin):
Romances sans parole, de Verlaine, 1874
On ne badine pas avec l'amour, d'Alfred de Musset, 1834
Passion Simple, d'Annie Ernaux, 1992
Bel-Ami, de Maupassant, 1885
Sexe et Mensonges, de Leïla Slimani, 2017
Le diable au corps, de Raymond Radiguet, 1923
Les Liaisons Dangereuses, de Laclos, 1782
Le thème commun à tous ces livres: les relations amoureuses (souvent interdites, adultères), la passion, la sexualité dans la littérature française. La scène suit 3 personnes flirtant à l'aide des livres qu'ils se montrent dans la bibliothèque nationale de Paris; on peut y voir une référence au roman "Jules et Jim" d'Henri-Pierre Roché, et à la pièce "Caprices de Marianne" d’Alfred de Musset où l'on retrouve des trios/triangles amoureux.
To brag about my country for a moment Australia has now won 18 Gold Medals making it owe Most Successful Olympic Games Ever. And yesterday's 4 is most successful day at the Olympics ever. And most of the wins were done by women! And there's few more days left so let's hope we get some more.
jason todd x gender neural reader. 595 words.
notes: requested by the ever-lovely austen anon for my valentine's celebration! so sorry for the wait, love- i don't even want to acknowledge how much trouble this gave me.
happy st paddy's for anybody celebrating!
warnings: picking at fingernails, reader's stressed out and hangry, i think that's it!
"you're doing it again."
jason's voice gently dragged your attention away from the work you were poring over, bringing it to the fact that you were indeed picking at your nails.
"dammit," you muttered, clenching and unclenching your fists before very pointedly laying your hands on your keyboard. right where you could see them. "thanks, jay."
"mhm."
you and he returned to your peaceful co-existence, sitting on the bed and at the desk respectively, the only consistent sounds the jazz he had playing quietly and the rain hitting the window.
it was peaceful.
or it would have been, had your stomach not been in knots over the tasks staring you in the face. all you wanted to do was turn your computer off, throw your phone in a safe and forget the combination, and curl up into jason's side for the rest of the day.
with a sigh, you threw yourself back into your reading.
you made some progress, the words actually making sense this time- right until your boyfriend sniffled.
such an innocent action. he probably didn't even realize he did it; but you did.
and it threw you out of your rhythm.
you swore under your breath, letting your head fall forwards to thunk against the desk almost childishly.
you felt his eyes on you. "that bad, huh?"
"yes," you groaned into the desk. "that bad."
"maybe-"
"i don't really want advice."
there was the sound of fabric across fabric and the quiet creak of the bed, and then there was a hand on your upper back. "okay."
"i just- i don't want to do this."
"i know."
"i'm tired, i've got a headache, my neck hurts. my eyes hurt. my eyelids hurt. i just want to go to sleep."
he hummed, rubbing small circles in between your shoulder blades.
"i'm so sick of this shit." you took a deep breath, letting it out in a heavy sigh. "alright, what's your genius idea?"
"i wouldn't say ge-"
"jason."
"sorry," he said, grin fully audible. "how about a break to eat?"
"groundbreaking," you said dryly.
"i said i wouldn't call it genius."
you rolled your eyes. "it's not an awful idea, either."
"considering you didn't have breakfast-"
"alright," you groaned. "alright. food."
-
jason, damn his ass, was right. food did help.
but so did getting to curl up into his side on the couch, far away from both computer and phone, so he wasn't the only one that was right. so there.
now, here, away from the brain-melting screen and despair inducing deadline, with jason- wonderful, caring, genius jason- holding one of your hands loosely in his own against your shoulder, things somehow seemed a lot more manageable.
and his jazz- streaming through one earbud for each of you- was much more "smooth, lovely mood music" than "the very last straw", now.
funny how that worked.
funny how his rhythmic tapping on his thigh and low hum were the sweetest sounds you'd ever heard when you weren't neck-deep in reading.
"i like you a lot more out here," you said dryly, squeezing his hand.
"out here, or after food?"
"...no comment."
he chuckled, resting his head against his. "i'd see through it anyway."
"cocky."
"observant," he said playfully, "and therefore confident."
"confident, cocky, potato, potahto."
"only if potato is justified and potahto is not."
you huffed out a laugh despite yourself, rolling your eyes. "oh, shut up. i'm listening to art."
he made a zipping motion over his lips, and you snuggled further into his side.
guys how come nobody not even @clotpolesonly mentioned the extra show scene of ronan seeing declan's tramp stamp??!! that was the craziest part of the shirtless declan dye job + the way it was followed through 8 episodes later with ronan seeing it when declan was leaned over throwing up in the arby's bathroom was literally cinematic perfection. i agree that we didn't need to see closeups of declans sweaty red face when his BROTHER was in the vicinity but i think that's just cause the actor was really hot and its nobodys fault
What does the cast of the Iron Eclipse AU prefer to call the SV-001 by?
I got inspired by one of the trailers for the Metal Slug 3 pachislot because I believe that the speaker referred to the SV-001 as "Metal-chan" or something along those lines, which I find to be endearing. Not everyone is included on here because they don't have any special names for the SV-001.
Marco: Tarma's metallic princess
Tarma: Metaru-chan
Eri: Bakana kuso sensha ("stupid fucking tank" in Japanese)
Fio: Ottimo serbatoio ("great tank" in Italian)
Trevor: Kulhan taegnki ("cool tanky" in Korean)
Nadia: La camelote lente ("the slow junk" in French)
Ralf: The prettiest of all tanks
Clark: Gimmicky fucker
Tequila: Presagio de batalla ("omen of battle" in Spanish)
Gimlet: Schneckenmädchen ("snail girl" in German)
Red Eye: Fighting tank (as Ruoxi), reliable toy of war (as Shufen), and sluggish rider (as Liddy)
After that it became rare for the boys not to see each other. Steve always dropped off and picked up the kids from Hellfire but now he came inside and chatted with Eddie while they packed up. Eddie was now a glorified employee of Family Video often helping Steve and Robin put back tapes while they talked about whatever came to mind. Before long, Thanksgiving weekend had arrived.
"Hey Stevie, how many Harringtons do you guys manage to fit in that big house of yours this time of year?"
"What do you mean, Eds?"
"Ya know, for Thanksgiving, oh or do you guys do the visiting, I guess a lot of y'all have big houses. Do you take turns?"
"Um, no, we used to visit my grandma but we haven't since she died when I was little, I think my parents are in Fiji this year."
"But then how do you have Thanksgiving dinner?"
"I...don't, just watch the football game and have a couple beers."
"Well, I'm sure Wayne would love someone who understood the game this year."
"You, you want me to join you for Thanksgiving?"
"Of course, Stevie, besides I'm pretty sure Wayne is signing the adoption papers as we speak."
Steve laughed, "He's known me for like three weeks, Eddie."
"Yeah, and? He's gotta get in quick, knows Dustin's mom's aiming for ya."
Steve smiles, "Ok Eds, I'll be there, but you better not have some turkey costume stocked away."
"Wouldn't dream of it, plus the church already borrowed it."
That weekend Steve was welcomed into the home of the Munsons.
"I brought pie," Steve said wrapped in a soft sweater when Eddie answered the door.
"You know you didn't have to bribe me, sweetheart, but it is much appreciated," Eddie replied taking the pie as Steve stepped inside.
"Game started yet?"
"Not yet, which side you rooting for, son?"
"Lions all the way, I have some pride after all. Better not be putting on the Cowboys game either."
Eddie barely understood what had been said but the look on Wayne's face made it clear this was the right answer. Eddie finished up dinner while gazing foundly at the two men on the couch. The air was warm and comfortable despite the time of year, if Eddie allowed himself to dream it felt like family, but he didn't want to get his hopes up just yet.
The three of them crowded round the too small table for dinner, Wayne making a little speech as he carved the turkey. They went around and said what they were thankful for this year.
"I'm thankful for the plant giving me a bonus so we could have this beautiful bird tonight."
"I'm thankful for Stevie for allowing me not to have to watch the game again this year."
"I'm thankful for both of you having me here tonight."
"We wouldn't want you anywhere else, Steve."
Later, after they'd shared pie around and it was time for Steve to head back home, Eddie stopped him.
"Hey, it's late why don't you just crash here?"
"That would be great actually if it's not too much trouble?"
"Course not."
"If you have a spare blanket I can just take the couch."
"Nonsense, my bed has plenty of room, c'mon."
Eddie's bed certainly did not have plenty of room for two fully grown boys, but neither of them complained as they lay back to back. Eddie was quick to fall asleep with his bed being nice and warm. For once, he woke up early the next day and was blessed with Steve curled into his chest, a relaxed look gracing his face. Eddie knew then it was too late, his hopes were up and he just hoped they wouldn't be left to fall.
Three ships - Gale x Nana (What? I'm allowed my own.), Claire x Leon (RE2 - I'm not an Ada fan), Hannibal x Will Graham. (Hannibal)
First Ship - Cloud and Vincent FF7 OG
Last song -
Last Movie - Only Lovers Left Alive - Went in hoping for a really good Tom Hiddleston / Tilda Swinton movie. Came out bored and just going meh. Really disappointed actually as could have been so good.
Just look! Look how good he looks. I don't normally for him but even I was rattling bars, and then the film was meh! Also Tilda - 63 fucking years old. How is that fair!!!
Currently reading - Numerous fanfics that writers don't want to update. Getting a little depressing, really. I'm looking at you Chase fics, and you Astarion fic, and you Thomas fic....oh wait...
Currently watching - I finished all of House and The Boys so catching up on The Bad Batch. Started Chicago Fire but can't handle Jesse Spencer's American Accent (I love the Aussie too much.)
Currently eating - Nothing. Cautiously playing around with eating habits right now. I'm okay though, don't worry.
Currently craving - The chest of Chase under my tongue... I mean, sorry, what? Someone is saying weird shit. I'm craving crumpets.