#Christmas stuff showed up at the end of September

[trashwizzard]

Happy October 32nd everyone 🎃🍂💀

[macfrog]

wish you were here | one shot

thank you lovely anon for this gorgeous request which felt like a huge mug of hot chocolate and a pair of socks fresh from the dryer to write. i hope you enjoy.

pairing: joel miller x fem!reader

summary: you and joel skip jackson’s annual holiday party in favor of some alone time. (not that kind you filthy animals it’s the HOLIDAYS)

warnings: fluff lmao, thirty-year age gap and u can stay mad, set around the holidays but no mention of christmas etc, nothing but love and two hints of sex. that's all. oh and no guitars were harmed in the making of this - joel canonically goes and gets the guitar after the fic ends. dw.

word count: 1.9k 

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Jackson is alive with a thrumming heartbeat. Pulsing through the air, bumping gently against the quick-lying snow and filling the otherwise silent night. A steady, rhythmic heartbeat.  

A heartbeat which sounds a lot like Blue Monday, but a heartbeat nonetheless.

The holiday party is in full swing down in the Tipsy Bison. Seven o’clock ‘til late! on flyers plastered all over the commune for the last month. Tommy had tried relentlessly to convince Joel this morning on patrol – It’ll be a good night; You oughta come along, show face at least. At the same time, Maria was on your back about it in the stables.

Y’all hardly come to anything fun, she’d argued.

We come to stuff.

When’s the last time you came to anythin’?

We were – we were at Mike’s birthday dinner.

What – five months ago?

We like alone time.

Alone time? You’re never apart from one another.

Alone time – together.

Neither attempt had been successful. Tommy and Maria had exchanged a disheartened glance as the two brothers passed their horses to you on their return. Joel clipped your cheek, took his gloves off and fixed them onto your frozen hands before making off for home, a proud grin on his face. You’d held your own as well as he had: you two had a clear evening ahead.

He had lit and nurtured a fire, had made himself a coffee and heaped half a damn bag of tiny marshmallows into a hot chocolate for you, but when he’d come through to take his place on the couch, you were already stood out front.

It’s bitter out – a soft breeze, but a thick chill on its wings. The sky a washed gray, heavy clouds overhead. He slips outside, setting the mugs down on the table, and slings a blanket over your shoulders. Kisses the curve of your neck, scruff of his beard tickling your skin.

‘s freezing, pretty bird.

Then keep me warm, you whisper, turning into his arms. He steps back, settling into his chair, flicking his fingers for you to fall down into his wide lap.

You curl up against his torso, your head hooked beneath his jaw. Wonder how drunk Tommy is by now. What is it – nine?

His wrist lifts, moonlight gleaming in the reflection of his broken watch face. Just gone ten. I bet he’s on his ass already.

You giggle into his shirt, breathing in the scent of the pine trees, the smoke from stoking the fire inside, the bite of hot coffee. The echo of voices swelling in merry song turns your attention down the street – two figures hooked onto one another, stumbling through the powdered snow. Some slurred rendition of September melting into All Night Long before the smaller of the two tugs their partner off into a darkened house.

Joel laughs to himself, the bristle of his beard catching on your hair as he shakes his head.

You ask him softly, Will you play me something?

His breath soars, a cloud hot and pale white, past your temple and up into the pastel sky. Gets swallowed somewhere overhead by the wash of warmth from the porch light. He turns his mug until the owl faces the street, the bottom gnawing against the wooden armrest of his chair.

I’m serious.

What do you wanna hear?

That one you’re always practicin’. The plucking one.

Another rumble between your shoulder blades. His chest jolts with a solid laugh. The pluckin’ one.

You know the one.

I know the one.

Will you play it, if I go get the guitar?

Baby, his lungs nudge on your back as they fill, it’s late. We’ll wake the neighbors.

Everyone’s at the dance. C’mon.

And he can’t argue with that. The entire street lies dark, vacant. Yours is the only house with soft-glowing eyes, the muted orange of the fire flickering behind closed blinds. Two figures, tangled in a chair on the dim front porch; a hunting jacket around his shoulders, and his body around yours.

You tug on the blanket, wrapping it around your elbows as you stand. Just once. Play me it once.

Joel’s looking up at you, setting his mug down on the table. Play you it as many times as you want, pretty bird. Just – quietly.

There’s a spring in your step that drags another chuckle from Joel’s lips: the kind that drips like honey down your throat and warms the pit of your stomach – a sweet, comforting thing, a sound you swear was made purposefully for you. Divine and deliberate.

Like – all of him. Like the shape of your name in his mouth, the curl of his tongue as the sound surfs over it. Like the curve of his hand and the way yours so neatly molds into it.

The way it did the day he found you, crouched in the gray backroom of some butchers deep in the city, and took you all the way back to Jackson. Let you cling to him on the back of his horse; your weak arms around his waist, anchored by the heavy jacket he’d thrown over your back. Your ear between his shoulder blades. And that was that.

Fifty-six. One brown-turned-silver hair away from thirty years your senior. He still remembers before. Talks about movies, talks about computers. Talks about Sarah, when the sun hits the wall at a certain angle and he reckons he could see her standing right there, the soft shadow of her hair dark against the golden wall. When you make a joke and he laughs a ghostly sort of laugh, like he’s hearing the echo of her voice make the same quip three decades ago. He always says she would’ve loved you; you like to think he’s right.

He found you: a lonely little broken heart, and he pulled you to your feet with a rough palm against your own. Hands calloused only from years spent carving wood and pressing the hard strings of his guitar into the fretboard, and nothing else. No violence and no bloodshed; no survival or threat. Music, and patience, and kindness.

And maybe you found him, too, in the same sort of way: roughened up, awkward and messy stitches holding him together. Maybe the two of you nursed one another back to life; each brush of your hands in the dining hall and each meaningful glance while out on patrol sewing those wounds up a little tighter, a little safer.

He sits forward when you hold the instrument out, sweeping a broad palm down the slope of the body. Pinches the pegs one by one, twisting them while his thumb taps on each string.

Come here, he says, beckoning you forward with a flick of his chin. He taps on the seam of his jeans, widens his legs for you to curl up between them at his feet – the way you always do.

Your elbows hook over his thigh, ear pressed against the inside of his knee. Staring up, blinking slowly, eyes glazed with the cold and with the light and with love.

He plucks gently, slow at first. Letting the strings snap with a twang, vibrating enough that you feel the small rattle in your jaw. Your eyes fall closed, head rocking with the light tap of his heel on the porch. When you peer at him through your lashes, he’s watching the skilled movements of his fingers intently; as if he’s as much a spectator as you are – his body doing all of the thinking and working for him.

 So, he sings, and your stomach melts to a puddle, so you think you can tell –

Your eyes close again, the low rumble of his voice crisp in your ears. Like thunder, like the promise of something great and mighty. Something moving, something rolling and changing the landscape of your body, your mind and your soul. The lines between living and dying begin to blur, the seam tearing between this plain and the next.

Did they get you to trade – your lips parting to whisper the words with him – your heroes for ghosts?

His thumbnail dragging down the strings, his strong fingers flitting between chords. Like he was made to sit here, in the dead of night, and carve a space in the world for himself and his voice and for you – lain in the safe scope of his body, protected by his breadth and brawn and lulled by his sweet song.

His breadth and brawn – the parts of him which have kept him standing here. His skeleton, his muscle. But the thing that keeps you warm at night, buried side by side under a threadbare woolen sheet together, the thing that you link your arms around as he leads you home from the nights you dare to visit the Tipsy Bison: are his heart, his flesh, the gray-singed hair which falls in a featherlight wave over his forehead. The hair you sweep from his eyes when he’s on top of you, his hips cradled in yours, that all-encompassing feeling of every part of him filling every part of you.

It all feels that way. The warmth of him, the feeling of being wrapped around him. Hooked around his body, bones intertwined. Absorbing one another, his words breathing life into yours, slowly growing louder and braver with each pluck and strum of music.

We’re just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year.

Your makeups entangling, ribcages locking together, flesh meeting flesh and hair twisting until one day, Tommy will come looking for his brother and find the two of you here on your porch, your arms still draped over Joel’s thigh and his fingers still mid-song. Stuck, alone, together.

What have we found? Joel looks down to you as though asking the question – his eyebrows raised – and you reply, a dumb smile across your lips, The same old fears, and then, together –

Wish you were here.

He plays until his fingers must start to hurt, the way he clenches and loosens his fist. Setting the guitar against your chair, hands hooking under your arms to pull you back up to him.

That one your favorite? he asks, the cold tip of his nose circling yours.

You nod. Only when you sing it.

I like the way we sound together.

You smile, shrinking into his chest again, your fingers surfing back and forth on the worn shirt. I like the way we do a lot of things together.

His hands slip beneath the fabric of your shirt, massaging your waist. He dots a trail of light, damp kisses along your forehead, dipping to your temple, the angle of your cheek until your jaw lifts and his lips are against yours, his tongue parting to lick purposefully at yours.

I love you, pretty bird, he whispers, the words falling sweet and fair on your tongue.

You take a moment to let them seep into your skin. ‘s the first time you’ve ever said that, you tell him.

Joel smiles. He knows. But you knew it already, he counters.

You know, too. Mhm.

Alright, he groans, slipping his hands under your thighs and hoisting you up to his height, bedtime.

It’s only ten, you complain, wrapping the blanket around his shoulders as he carries you inside. It’s too early to sleep – Joel.

Didn’t say we were goin’ to sleep, he mumbles, kicking the door shut.

[sadaveniren]

Why none of this matters

Sada's Yearly Post Christmas BG round up I guess?

A study of 2015 (since we've lost a lot of resources since BG started)

Shit from 2015 with Evidence

1. She got a nose job while pregnant

Left: the “night” of the conception*. Right: her at the London 1D show in September, “pregnant”

*Louis didn't go home with Briana she instead spent the night with Calvin, Ashley and Oli (the two were dating) and there’s a pillow fight video of the four of them while Louis "slept upstairs" that @luckyagain found 🤗🤗

2. The Disappearing Christmas bump

Left: Briana on Christmas 2015 (8 months) Right: Lottie in July 2022.

3. The only bare bump pic we got of her… with her 2016 face

4. She didn't even use her own pictures to post her baby belly

Left: Picture of "her" pregnant belly with no mole. Right picture of her stomach post pregnancy with a mole (also, this is just me but while you may be able to convince me there is a belly button piercing with no jewelry on the pregnant belly, as someone who had a belly button piercing AND a pregnancy that's.... the right picture is not what that looked like post pregnancy)

Shit I can't find evidence for* but I saw with my own fucking eyes

1. The fucking changing timeline of her pregnancy in the early dats (10 weeks to 12 weeks pregnant after we bitched about it being too early)

2. Is it a girl? Is it a boy? The Clarks sure don’t know and also Briana did have a baby show- wait no she didn't have baby shower. No baby shower for Briana.

*probably because i didn't bother to reblog it at the time because 2015 was fucking wild and I honestly didn't think I'd need to - you know - archive EVERYTHING. And the few people who did have since deleted/were deleted by tumblr 🙃

Shit that isn't "evidence" but always bears repeating

It's not real

2. Dirty Dancing Tweet and one of the subplots of Dirty Dancing is a pregnancy thing.

3. The! Pregnancy! Announcement! Was! About! Larry!

4. Were they friends? Were they enemies? Who knows! Not us!

5. This was 2016 but GOD THIS IS SO IMPORTANT. Her post partum attire was WILDLY inconsistent with someone who just gave birth.

I will forever die at the thought of wearing a fucking mini skirt* so many days post partum holy shit.

*reminder the time period post her birth was convoluted as all hel probably to try and get us confused and mixed up in the future (no i don't think they intended bg to go on this long)

And ultimately... even if you can excuse all that, just remember, she literally can't be the exception for everything.

Thank you for your time please enjoy some of the stuff I wrote about last year:

Believe in the Douis break up rule

You're not crazy or dumb or weakfor being frustrated for this

Try not to let shit affect you!

Some more long posts I made last year

Remember! Time is BG's best friend because people end up forgetting a lot of shit that's happened!

[d-criss-news]

See an exclusive first look at Darren Criss’ return to Broadway in Maybe Happy Ending

The "Glee" actor stars as a Helperbot named Oliver, opposite Helen J. Shen making their Broadway debut as Claire.

There’s nothing new about an awkward meet-cute turning into a love story… But what if that love story is between two robots?

That’s the question posed by Maybe Happy Ending, a new musical coming to Broadway this fall, starring Emmy-winning Glee and The Assassination of Gianni Versace: American Crime Story actor Darren Criss. The show also marks the Broadway debut of Helen J. Shen (The Lonely Few) and Dez Duron (The Voice). Featuring a book by Will Aronson and Hue Park, with music by Aronson and lyrics by Park, Maybe Happy Ending is helmed by Tony Award winner Michael Arden (Parade, Once on This Island), with scenic design by Dane Laffrey (A Christmas Carol).

Ahead of its debut, Entertainment Weekly has your exclusive first listen to the show, with a music video of Criss and Chen’s emotional duet, "When You’re in Love.”

Darren Criss and Helen J. Shen in "Maybe Happy Ending". MAYBE HAPPY ENDING THE MUSICAL/YOUTUBE

The musical — a big hit in its native South Korea, winning six 2016 Korean Musical Awards and the Richard Rodgers Production Award for the English-language version — made its American debut at Atlanta’s Alliance theater in 2019. Now the show is coming to the Great White Way with Criss and Shen as Oliver and Claire, two outcast HelperBots whose initial awkward encounter evolves into an unexpected relationship.

“There's a real pathos that kind of snuck up on me with these two,” Criss told EW of the HelperBot romance. “You think, 'Oh, cute, like androids falling in love, that sounds sweet.' But there's a lot more to that when you start to examine what it is to not only love something or someone, but the inexorable, unavoidable back end of love, which is loss.” Oliver is living the simple life of an outdated HelperBot when the story begins, tending to plants and listening to jazz in his one-bedroom apartment on the outskirts of Seoul. Then Claire comes by to borrow a charger, and changes everything. The video finds the HelperBots united by emotion, yet far apart as they process the swirling feelings of being in love for the first time. “When you’re in love, you’re never satisfied,” they lament. “The thing you want is always out of reach.”

By the end, they’re piecing together both the joys and painful realities of their newfound feelings. They sing, “Now I’m hoping that you feel all the things I feel / Wishing that you want me to sit beside you /Wanting now to learn all the things you are / Waiting for a chance to invite you in my heart.” If the prospect of seeing two bots find love isn’t enticing enough, Criss jokes that empathizing with the characters will at least give audiences a leg up in the AI apocalypse. “If there's any incentive to come see the show — other than a wonderful theatrical experience with a lot of beautiful universal themes and all that great stuff and fantastic music, and hopefully good performances — if not that, it's at least to soften the punishment and wrath of the AI takeover,” he laughed. Maybe Happy Ending begins previews at the Belasco Theatre on Wednesday, September 18. Tickets will go on sale to the general public beginning on Thursday, June 6 at 10AM.

Watch the "When You're In Love" music video above and read more of Criss' thoughts on the HelperBot romance below.

ENTERTAINMENT WEEKLY: Can you start by telling me a little bit about Oliver and what's at the core of this character for you? Well, I'll tell you what, this is the first time I'm ever really doing any kind of talking about a show that I haven't had much familiarity with yet. And I'm not saying that to avoid talking about it so much as to highlight the unique nature of my involvement in this show because, at least if we're talking about the theater, specifically Broadway Theater, every show that I've ever done came with something of a legacy and was a show that I would have been very familiar with, and I think audiences at large, for the most part would've had a history with it.

How to Succeed in Business Without Really Trying was my Broadway debut, massively popular, classic Broadway show, people knew it. Second one was, Hedwig and the Angry Inch, I grew up as a teenager loving that show. And then the revival of American Buffalo, that's now a standard contemporary American classic and studied that in drama school and yada yada yada. So when talking about the show, I had a really good handle because the show had lived with me for most of my life. [Maybe Happy Ending] is a brand new show, which is wildly exciting. But I have yet to figure out that answer. I can tell you what his core is on paper, which is that Oliver is a Helperbot, something like a hundred years in the future where our technology helpers — in the way that we have our Alexas, and our Siris, and our digital systems, and our smart assistants — have evolved into more humanoid representations. He is a Model 3 in the world of Model 5's and is very much outdated, and kind of running the last of his powered up life in the world that we're watching him and coming to grips with the things that left him behind.

We got a little taste of it in the music video, but what do you think it is about the Oliver and Claire relationship that people will respond to? Or what did you respond to? There's nothing like being able to look at ourselves by looking through the eyes of things that aren't us. I find the most I'm ever moved about the human experience comes from animated films where you have non-human characters trying to figure out human emotions. It's a really great way for audiences to subconsciously look at their own experience objectively. It's funny that it takes inhuman characters to examine humanity in a way that feels somehow accessible. If you see yourself up there, it maybe hits too close to home. But you might think about it a little differently if you're suddenly looking at things through the objective lens of a true outsider — be it a cartoon fox or a mermaid wanting to be human.

So having said that, this is a story about two HelperBots, two robots “falling in love." Of course, they're not human, so they can't physically, literally intimately actually fall in love, but they have to sort of figure out what that means by way of how they've experienced human beings themselves, by cues they've gotten from their own owners and from the world around them. And when you start examining things like love, things like loss through the eyes of non-humanoid things that are trying to computationally analyze and synthesize those things, you sort of start to look at them in a different way. There are many things about the show — the premise was very interesting, and I think the design is exquisite, it's a wonderful theatrical experience. Getting to work with a longtime friend, Michael Arden is such a joy, and there's so many things about that that make this appealing to me. And of course the music is fun, and it's cute, and funny, and charming. But there's a real pathos that kind of snuck up on me with these two. You think, 'Oh, cute, like androids falling in love, that sounds sweet.' But there's a lot more to that when you start to examine what it is to not only love something or someone, but the inexorable, unavoidable back end of love, which is loss. And how do we deal with that? How and why do human beings willingly enter this contract if we know that on the other side of it, there is something that will hurt and that can hurt because love does come with loss, whether it's loss of self, loss of wholeness.

And this show really shows a really beautiful balance of these beings trying to suss out thousands of years of human meditation — of all the hundred thousand songs and poems and stories that have tried to help us understand this balance of love and loss, and the highs and the lows of it are pretty profound. er. In “When You’re In Love” there's the sentiment that being in love is the loneliest you can be. Is that something that you immediately connected with, or was that surprising?

I think that song's very interesting because it's them putting the pieces together. Many lines in the song that talk about how being loved does just constantly leave you with a sense of longing. Which I think goes back into the main thesis, which is love in many ways is loss. They kind of coexist in this yin-yang. It's just one's much more fun and more accessible to talk about, but they kind of come hand in hand. Again, the systematic exploration of all of the ones and zeros of what love is — it's a lot of ones, but it is also a lot of zeros, and one of those things is being lonely and the feeling of not being whole without a certain thing. Which I think is a really good connector to what this show talks about, which is the function of the things in our life that we lose. It is funny that we are getting closer and closer to the realities of what this show presents and suggests. The idea that Siri could be a person in a hundred years isn't absurd, it's not a crazy idea. Even talking about things like robots or artificial intelligence, it's an immediate thing that is part of the cultural fabric and a continual discussion about how and where and why it's going to be part of our life.

But even without talking about those sort of more sci-fi leaning things, technology is in many ways, like people in our life. I mean, people treat their phones like babies. We have attachments to our phones and the way that we need them in our lives and the way we care for them and the reliance we have on them. And the idea of shelf life and things being outdated, we're pretty comfortable with. It's more comprehensible with tech and objects. But it's funny that we have this cognitive dissonance between that and the idea of things being outdated and out of its prime is harder to grasp and a harder pill to swallow with people, and it's a harder journey to go on with people. But what happens when our objects become closer in likeness and experience to people? How are we going to wrap our brains around that and how will they wrap their brains or their programming around that? And how will they feel? Will they feel at all? How will they feel about their impermanence as it relates to ours and vice versa? So there's a lot of really, really nice questions being asked in this show.

Are you finding that it's changing your relationship to Siri and Alexa and your technology? As of now, absolutely not. Well, maybe in the future. Maybe. I'll bite my tongue… In a few years, who knows? She's listening. I'll be nice to you Siri, I promise. As long as you're nice to me when you decide to take over the planet. Well, after you've played a Helperbot, you've got an in. Hopefully that'll soften the AI takeover, they'll let us loose. If there's any incentive to come see the show — other than a wonderful theatrical experience with a lot of beautiful universal themes and all that great stuff and fantastic music, and hopefully good performances — if not that, it's at least to soften the punishment and wrath of the AI takeover. This interview has been edited and condensed for clarity.

[ellephlox]

frivolity

Summary: You go to a playground with Matt in the middle of the night — which leads to kissing, monkey bar expertise, getting stuck on the roof, and more kissing.

Pairing: Matt x fem!reader

A/N: I did some research and there's not really any large playgrounds in Hell's Kitchen... so let's just pretend that there is?

(reposting this AGAIN because for some reason the tags didn’t work and the piece didn’t show up anywhere that i tagged it??)

The sun had set hours ago, courtesy of the shorter days as September melted into October, when you finally left work. It was a clear night — there was a new moon, so in the areas where the street lamps were more sparse or broken altogether, you walked through pitch black shadows. Hell's Kitchen was surprisingly quiet and there was a peace to the air.

Nonetheless you jumped when footsteps approached behind you, fast and light. You whirled around, praying desperately that today wouldn't be the day you actually had to use the mace you kept in your purse, to find yourself face-to-face with a dark figure, masked and holding billy clubs.

"Matt," you said, relaxing. "I've come to the conclusion that you enjoy giving me a heart attack."

"Just wanted to see how alert you are."

"Any big bad goons to take down tonight? Or not much going on?"

"Nothing." You could've sworn Matt sounded petulant, like a disappointed child who didn't get what he wanted in the grocery store. "It's a Tuesday night, though. Less people drinking means less crime, in general."

“You’re like Sherlock. You know how he gets all restless when there have been no murders? That’s you — ‘Oh, it’s Christmas! Y/N, I’ll be late’ and all that.” You halted suddenly, grabbing Matt’s hand. “What if I told you that I have a really, really, really fun idea?”

“I’d probably be wary that you’re going to drag me to the nearest bookshop, which would mean we’d have to break in since it’s closed.”

“Nope.” You pointed towards the park. “Playground. Dead ahead, empty, just waiting for us.”

Matt’s lips tilted upwards wolfishly, a neon sign that he liked the idea. “I haven’t been on a playground in years.”

“Race you there,” you said, taking off immediately before he could process what you said. It didn’t take long for him to easily catch up, jogging beside you.

“You’re unfairly fast.”

“You’re pitiably slow.”

“I might not be a sprinter but I’ll warn you that I’m a master on the swings. I used to be able to get higher than anyone else at recess. Let me guess — you’re a monkey bar expert?”

“I don’t know,” he said. “I mean, it’s been a long time since I’ve been on a playground. Not since before the accident.”

Your stomach dropped. “Matt, I’m sorry. You never got a chance at the orphanage?"

He shrugged. “No one had time to guide a blind kid on the monkey bars. I mean, I did the swings and stuff, but that was it. Besides, it wouldn’t have been very fun. Pretending to need someone to lead me in situations like that pissed me off when I was a kid, because I knew I could do it fine on my own. And of course I got in all the exercise I could ever want when I was with Stick.”

“Stick’s an asshole. You cannot ever compare monkey bars with the acrobats he forced you to do. What about before the accident? Were you... gymnastics-ish back then, too?”

“Not so much. I only really cared about boxing back then.” Matt grabbed ahold of the bars. “These are a lot shorter than I remember them being.”

He began to swing with ease, his abs practically rippling under his tight black shirt. It was admirable the way that he maneuvered, as though he defied gravity. The entire time he kept his legs tightly tucked up so that they didn’t graze the sand. At the end, he launched himself off the bars and into a neat front flip before landing on the ground with finesse. “Do I get the Monkey Bar Master title?” he asked, spreading his arms outwards.

You snorted. “You went above and beyond. Next time you go to beat someone up, you should announce yourself as the Devil of Hell’s Playground. Come on, let’s do the merry-go-round.”

“That’s the spinning thing, right?”

“Yep.” You hopped on. “Want me to spin it first or you?”

He grinned. “Hold on, sweetheart.”

And if what you were expecting was for Matt to spin it a couple times and then jump on with you, you were sorely wrong. He ran — damn well sprinted — with the merry-go-round until everything was a blur, and then leapt on. The flashing lights of the street lamps blurred into a steadier ringlet as you whipped in circles, laughing while simultaneously cursing him, and finally jumped off as it began to slow.

“You’re ruthless,” you said, laughing, and falling into his arms as the ground lurched under you from dizziness. Somehow you ended up in the sand, Matt’s left arm around your waist and his right arm cupping your head so that it didn’t knock against the ground. He was warm, much warmer than the cold air, and you inched yourself in closer to him, pressing your chest against his. The mask was still pulled over his eyes, so you reached over and lifted it up. It was a crime for his eyes to be as beautiful as they were. They reflected the dim light of the nearest street lamp, dark in the night and somehow warm at the same time.

“Getting distracted?” he teased, and using his hand that was cupping the back of your head, he pulled you in roughly, kissing first your mouth and then making his way down to your neck. You shivered as his lips grazed your collarbone, and his hand reached lower, lower down your waist, tracing the tip of your hipbone and sending sparks through your body.

“Your turn,” he said abruptly, keeping his head tilted in towards yours so that your noses were almost touching.

“My turn?”

“I did the monkey bars. You’ve got to impress me now.”

Mustering the motivation to leave Matt’s arms, you got to your knees and dusted the sand off of you. Swiveling to scope out the playground, your eyes landed on the the large playground structure in the center. It went up quite high, and there was a small, domed roof at the top. Determined, you marched forward, and started by climbing up the slide.

“Trying to be a rebel?” Matt called, sitting languidly on the base of the merry-go-round.

“I was denied climbing up slides as a kid. So now I’m being rebellious,” you told him. It didn’t take long to make it to the top of the slide. Above you, the domed roof seemed much taller than it did from the ground. You pushed yourself onto the side rail of the structure and then grabbed onto the roof with both hands.

You glanced down at Matt. He’d moved from the merry-go-round to a spot a bit closer now, where he stood in the sand, head tilted up at you.

“Why are you just staring like that at me? That’s a lot of pressure,” you said, returning to your task of getting a grip on the roof.

“How could I possibly be staring at you?”

“Fine. Why are you just listening like that at me?”

“Because I have a terrible feeling that you’re going to fall and I want to catch you if you do.”

“I’m going to tell—” You paused to hoist yourself on the roof, precariously gripping a broken plastic shingle that was jutting out and hoping it didn’t break off while you were clutching it. “—Father Lantom that you have no faith.”

“If you could hear the amount of slippery footholds you’ve made for yourself and the way that your fingers are sliding against the plastic, then you’d have little faith, too.”

“Oh, please. I’ve got a grip like glue.” To prove yourself you reached forward with an enormous effort to tug yourself to the pointed top of the roof, where you had to perch like a gargoyle, clutching at the spire in the center so that you didn’t slip backwards. “See?” you said triumphantly, glancing down at the sand. Oh. Don’t glance down, that makes it worse.

Matt was now hovering directly at the side of the structure, the exact location that you’d probably land if you were to lose your footing. “Fantastic.”

“You don’t sound very happy for me,” you commented, purposely releasing one hand from the spire to wave down at him. “Look, I’m a rooster. You know, the ones on weather vanes?”

“Except if you fall, you don’t have wings to flap. And then I’d be taking you to the emergency room for broken legs.”

You grinned; his anxiety was unexpectedly delighting you.

Until it came time to actually climb down the structure.

You experimented with your left foot first, trying to slide it back down to the railing. There was no reaching it, though, and you didn’t dare release the spire in order to slide down a bit, because you’d probably end up missing the railing and end up as a pancake like Matt was predicting. Instead, you tried the other side, scooting on your butt in an attempt to hop from the roof to the bridge that connected two of the playground platforms. It was still too high, though, and if you jumped from there, you were fairly confident that you’d break an ankle.

“Having fun, Curious George?” Matt said dryly from below.

“Shut up,” you said. “I’m just exploring my options here.”

“I didn’t know it was possible to explore zero options.”

You ignored him and rolled onto your stomach, lowering yourself into the position you’d been in when you climbed up. It was bemusing, though, as to how you had actually gotten up in the first place, because your toes still couldn’t reach the railing, no matter how much you strained.

“I wish I could see this,” Matt put in, and you turned your head over to scowl at him. He raised his hands defensively. “Come on. You’re stuck on the top of a playground.”

“Yes, I’m laughing very hard right now.”

But Matt didn’t answer. You craned your neck again to see him; he was cocking his head to listen to something intently.

“What? What do you hear?” you asked.

“Sweetheart, there’s an attack a few blocks over — I’ve got to run.”

“What?” you cried out. “Seriously?”

“Someone's in trouble,” he said, donning the black mask. “I’m so sorry. I’ll come back as soon as I can.”

“Wait! How urgent is it? Can you help me first?” you said, squirming on the roof. Matt simply ran off, fading into the shadows without another word.

“Dammit,” you said aloud, contemplating the height from the roof to the sand. Was it cushioned enough for you to jump? It definitely would be for Matt, who could do his fancy tuck-and-roll maneuver. You, on the other hand, would land like you were doing a pencil dive.

“So you do want my help, then.”

You yelped at the voice that came from the shadows. “Matt!” He emerged, grinning and removing the black mask again.

“But... what about—?” you began, bewildered, and then the realization hit you. “You were lying.”

“It was a test.”

“I can’t believe you had the audacity to lie to me.”

“You begged me to help you get down,” he said with satisfaction, climbing up the structure with ease. “Well, all you needed to do was ask, sweetheart. Ask and you shall receive.”

“I didn’t beg.” At Matt’s raised eyebrows, you looked away, fiddling with the top of the spire grumpily. “Yeah. Okay, fine. I begged. Please help me get down?”

“The things I do for you,” he said, as though to gripe, though the grin was still wide on his face. “Okay, lower yourself on your stomach, like you were doing.” He climbed on top of the rail with an impressive feat of balance, then leaned over. “I’ve got you.”

“You’re sure?”

“I’d never let you fall.”

Gingerly you lowered yourself, feeling for the rail beneath your feet. Matt held you up until your toes met solid metal, and then he hopped down, hands sliding down to your thighs to ensure that you didn’t lose your balance. You jumped into his arms, wrapping your legs around him tightly. “My savior.”

“I should’ve taken a picture of you, for blackmailing purposes.”

“It was all intentional,” you told him. “I planned to get stuck up there. That way, you’d have someone to save tonight and your time spent in the black costume wouldn’t be wasted. All hail the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen, hero of playgrounds.”

“Keep telling yourself that.”

"Let’s go home now?” you asked, sliding out of his arms. “Maybe we can make macaroni and cheese?”

“Sounds like a plan.” Matt’s head tilted slightly. “Wait. I hear someone. And I’m not kidding this time.”

“Go do your thing, Devil Man.”

He kissed you. “You won’t get stuck on any roofs again while I’m gone?”

“Unlikely. And there will be a big pot of macaroni waiting for you when you get back. I’ll stay up.”

He kissed you again and your heart raced faster at the way that he pressed hard into you, as though the world were ending and you only had seconds remaining with one another. You watched him leave, disappearing down the street with his billy clubs in his hands, and your smile didn’t fade until long after you left the playground.

[servants-hall]

All Creatures Great and Small: Samuel West on his Yorkshire heritage, meeting his fellow cast members and finding Siegfried

All Creatures Great and Small actor Samuel West talks to Stephanie Smith about his Yorkshire heritage, first meeting his fellow cast members – and finding Siegfried Farnon.

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If there is a magic formula for making a hit TV drama series in the 21st century, All Creatures Great and Small has bottled and then gift-wrapped it. Values are key and, says Samuel West, the upcoming Christmas Special spreads a much-needed message of decency and kindness.

“It’s about people coming together in difficulty, to support each other, at a time when so many terrible things are happening in the world,” he says. “It’s got absent friends, people who are missing, people who won’t ever come back, just like life.”

Samuel plays Siegfried Farnon, the Yorkshire Dales vet with a short fuse and a huge heart. It is a role that he has more than made his own, even for those who remember Robert Hardy in the original BBC series that ran from 1978 to 1990.

Samuel West and Peter Wright in All Creatures Great and Small Meets The Yorkshire Vet. Photo: Channel 5

The “new” Channel 5 adaptation launched amid a pandemic-crippled UK back in September 2020, coinciding with the 50th anniversary of the publication of If Only They Could Talk, the first of the James Herriot bestsellers penned by Thirsk vet James Alfred “Alf” Wight. There have now been four TV series made (and we are talking to mark the release of a DVD box set of them).

All Creatures has been a great success for Channel 5, with viewing figures for the fourth season peaking at 3.7million. Samuel saw the show’s potential from the off. “I was already thinking about Channel 5 as a good place, because they had given up Big Brother and so they had to fill about 250 hours a year of schedule, and they started filling it with drama, which was delightful.”

When approached to play Siegfried, he was already a respected actor, with a rich and varied career mingling theatre, TV and film, radio and voiceover work. Nominated in 1993 for a BAFTA for Howards End, his film credits also include Jane Eyre, Van Helsing and Notting Hill, while his TV work includes the BBC’s Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell (filmed in York in 2015), Waking the Dead, Any Human Heart, Slow Horses, The Crown, Small Axe and four series of Mr Selfridge. He was artistic director of Sheffield Theatres from 2005 to 2007.

He learned that Golden Globe and BAFTA award-winning production company Playground was making the new All Creatures. “I had just finished watching Playground’s Wolf Hall, which I had adored, and that period stuff is hard to get right, and expensive to do well,” he says.

The treatment he was sent included a back story about Siegfried, written by lead writer, Ben Vanstone. “It was beautiful,” says Samuel. “Almost sort of Chekhovian in its detail and the cables that ran through the man. They had set a lot of things in this past that had made him layered, and I realised, just from thinking about the man, and looking at the books and remembering Robert Hardy’s performance in the 1970s, that he was going to need a lot of playing. It was going to need vocal and physical size. But I thought, if I am on the right track and I know where I am coming from, I think I’m quite good casting.”

He met Nicholas Ralph (James Herriot), Rachel Shenton (Helen) and Callum Woodhouse (Tristan) on the train from Leeds to Skipton for a couple of days’ rehearsal. Samuel says: “At the end of the journey, I thought, what lovely people, and at the end of the rehearsal, I thought, this ensemble really works, and then they cast Anna Madeley and she was the icing on the cake that was already rising.”

Siegfried is often spotted reading The Yorkshire Post. “Quite right, too,” says Samuel. “ I also love the paper. I think your editorials are sometimes some of the most sensible things I read all week.”

In this series, Siegfried is a widower, a detail not in the Herriot novels but echoing the life of the real man who inspired the character, Donald Sinclair, whose first wife, Evelyn, died of tuberculosis. He was married to his second wife for 53 years. She was called Audrey, which just happens to be the lesser heard name of Anna Madeley’s character, Mrs Hall.

Samuel discovered more about Donald Sinclair when he teamed up with real-life vet Peter Wright while making the programme All Creatures Great and Small Meets The Yorkshire Vet, which airs on Channel 5 just before the All Creatures Christmas Special on December 21. He also visited The World of James Herriot with Alf Wight’s children, Jim Wight and Rosie Page, and has incorporated into Siegfried’s portrayal some of the details they passed on. “My father says, do as much research as you can because, even if only 10 per cent is useful, the more you do, the bigger the 10 per cent is. Except he says I say that.”

Samuel’s father, actor Timothy West, is Bradford-born. Family legend has it that Timothy’s father (actor Lockwood West, known as Harry) was on tour there at the time. “It's not true,” says Samuel. What actually happened was, in pre-NHS days, he and his wife, Olive, also an actor, had been told of an inexpensive maternity home up in Yorkshire. Samuel says: “They were playing in Eastbourne at the time. She went by train to Bradford, had the baby, and Harry continued to do eight shows a week.”

Samuel - who has two daughters, aged nine and six, with his partner, the playwright Laura Wade - plans to save the All Creatures Christmas special to watch with his father and mother, fellow actor Prunella Scales. “My father, in particular, is quite cross that he’s not in it, but he can’t be in everything,” he says. “And we would have to be related - we look increasingly like each other.”

The All Creatures Great and Christmas 2023 episode will be broadcast on December 21, at 9pm in the UK on Channel 5 and My5.

[deliriumsdelight7]

TMI Tuesday

So, for the past month and the current one, my writing has one focus: wrapping up several WIPs so I can get the number down to manageable levels. At the start of July, I had four that I wanted to get done by the end of August. That number has gone up to six. But as of Saturday, three of them were done: the Barbgrove selkie fic, a Barbgrove stripper!Billy oneshot, and the Rumbelle Swan Lake AU. My goal, which I may or may not reach this month, is to have three more finished: a Hellcheer Upside Down oneshot (which will probably be done later today), a Hellcheer vampire fic loosely inspired by Astarion from Baldur’s Gate 3, and a Rumbelle fic loosely inspired by Pushing Daisies (a show I have yet to watch). I also have a Snape/Hermione fic that’s been sitting half-finished for about three years that I should really crank out.

Needless to say, this effort to close out WIPs is forcing me to put others on the back burner for now. Once September comes, things will open back up somewhat; while I’ll be working on a Hellcheer Halloween fic, I’ll have room for other stuff in between. And after that, I’ll have a Hellcheer Christmas fic.

So… yeah. That’s what I’ve got going on. My adventures with sleep apnea set my writing back by months, which is frustrating. And while I’m eager to get back on track, I also can’t go burning myself out. I’d really love to get my WIP number under 20 by the end of the year. Once I do that, I can spend more of my effort whittling down WIPs until I feel comfortable starting new ones.

I’m rambling. Anyway, hop into my inbox! Got questions about a recent (or not-so-recent) fic? Questions you’d like answered in character? Requests for snippets from any of the above? I’m here!

[naradivision]

“Merry Christmas,

I wasn’t sure of the things you’d like, but I do know your division’s famous for its deer parks, I thought this might be something you can get behind. Have fun with this little guy.

— Makina Setsukura from Akihabara Division (did you know that? I dunno, maybe you do, maybe you don’t)”

Yuuya Kanata chuckled, shaking his head as he set the little notecard down. He lifted the lid to the present that was delivered to him.

Inside was a somewhat firm stuffed animal in the shape of a deer that was almost half the size of his upper body.

At long last when the reddish haired boy had returned to his home after relaying his Christmas presents to another division due to the ‘Secret Santa’ campaign, it seemed like his turn had come to receive some gift from his secret ‘Santa’ too.

Looking at the big deer plushie while softly chuckling, Yuuya picked up the fluffy stuffed animal from the box he found at his doorstep and took it inside his room.

“Here we go, newcomer. Why not befriend Mr. Greenie over there?”

The boy gently placed his stuffed animal gift beside the dinosaur plushie he received from his graduated senior last year, then he recalled his secret Santa’s name.

Makina Setsukura? Oh, that’s the gamer girl whom he and Hi-chan had sent some birthday presents to previous September. Nice to know that she still remembered him even if he didn’t really interact much with her in person. And if he wasn’t mistaken, she was one of those numerous streamers Takane had befriended online.

Takane was the name of his classmate who, in fact, had an alter online-sona known under the name ‘Aozora’ and was actually Makina’s upperclassman at the academy —Only if she knew his true identity. This low-energy friend of his was also happened to be the regular client of Kiyozaki-san as well since he still had some problems with his insomnia and excessive daytime sleepiness ongoing from past two years. 

But Yuuya was sure his friend didn’t know that one of his online fellows did turn out to be a resident at his therapist’s place too

—Pfft, internet and coincidence were definitely curious things, weren’t them? 

Suddenly, he felt the intense glare from somewhere behind his back.

“Phew. Is it just you, Ojou-chan?” 

Facing off his intensely staring kitten who was now hiding herself in the empty present box, Yuuya gave out a sigh of relief. He was never good with the spooky kind of stuff and that made him wonder how those two streamers could have fun playing some hair-raising horror games even in the middle of night.

“I’m afraid this unfortunately isn’t your new toy. I just got this from one of my friends out there. Uh, so, no scratch on this one please?”

“Meowwrrr.”

“Okay, okay. Aren’t you satisfied with the new toy I got for you last week? Fine, want me to add some more scratching posts to your house?”

“Meowwwrrrrr.”

“This isn’t it? Eh... Then what else can I do…”

Slightly tilting his head as if using his thought, he soon followed the direction of her stare and finally understood why his petite kitten was glared daggers at him.

“—Wait, are you looking at this thing? Hi-chan had made it for me and everyone in the team, so don’t worry, it can neither hurt you nor me.” 

He picked up one end of the weird-looking cat scarf on his neck and hurled it around in the air to show his petite roommate that this lifeless piece of cloth can’t be harmful to anyone.

The Siamese kitten looked at him in disbelief as she gave her final hiss while jumping out of the box. She cautiously stepped back, still eyeing his scarf like some kind of paranoid predator until she thought herself was far enough and ran away.

Even though she was always behaving like a little kid with him, somehow Yuuya felt like his Ojou-chan was a tad bit more understanding than normal cats. 

But, oh well, this funny thought might be nothing but his imagination anyway.

—Thank you for the gifts and Merry Christmas! 🎄

[morningstarbee]

I'm thinking about the timeline of the show and how confusing it is

When I'm writing fic and trying to establish a base timeline to branch off of or find places to fit in "missing scenes", I always have some trouble.

Like we know definitively that Season 2 takes place over 3 months.

We see the flash forward to Mizumono, then this transition card, and then cut to a scene of Hannibal and Jack talking about Will being in the BSHCI.

And we also know that Season 3 spans nearly 4 years.

Will wakes up in the hospital after Mizumono, we get this transition card, and then see him in Italy.

All the Season 2a stuff happens, and then we know Hannibal is in prison for 3 years before TWOTL.

But like...what about Season 1?

Season 1 starts in either late-summer or early-fall. In 1x1 Aperitif when we first see the Hobbs house in Minnesota, the trees are still green.

By 1x3, when Abigail wakes up and they head back to Minnesota, the leaves are turning red and orange and all over the ground. They're also wearing sweaters.

1x4 Oeuf, the Lost Boys Case takes place over Christmas/New Years. There's not really any snow yet, but everyone is wearing coats and scarves.

By 1x8 Fromage, it's snowing in the Virginia/Maryland area. It's not covering the ground yet, but it's there.

By 1x11 Roti, the snow is pretty deep.

It's still snowing by the end of the season, when Will gets arrested.

BUT HERE'S THE PROBLEM

It's sunny and the snow is melted while Will is in the BSHCI when we see him in 2x1 Kaiseki.

And by 2x4 Takiawase, during the Bee Lady Acupuncture case, it's Autumn again.

When Will get's released in 2x7 Yakimono...it's snowing again.

And you think, oh that makes sense, why is that a problem?

Season 2 takes place over 12 weeks. It can't be winter AGAIN in only 3 months right??? Obviously, the real explanation for this is like,,, filming schedules and shit right? But it's always confused me.

Like is there a time gap between season 1 and season 2? That's the only way I can think to explain it. I always thought that Season 2 picks up right where Season 1 left off, that Will was only in prison for a couple months at most, but there has to be a gap.

If we're generous and say Season 1 ended around the end of winter, and that when Will get's released, its the very beginning of a second winter...

There has to be over a 6-month gap between the end of Season 1 and the start of season 2. Which means Will is in the BSHCI for at least 6 months before his trial (yay American justice system)

So the timeline I would assume

Season 1

late-September/early-October 2012 -> February/March 2013

(4-6 months)

Season 2

I really don't know...Most generous guess I can give is like

November 2013 -> January 2014?

(3 months)

Season 3

With all the traveling and time skips it's hard to tell but

September/October 2014 - December 2014 for Season 3a

Then after the time skip

Season 2b takes place sometime around 2016/2017.

(3 years 8 months)

BUT LIKE YOU SEE WHAT I MEAN RIGHT?

The timeline is kind of confusing, and I guess is mostly meant to be vague.

[ryuttaeng]

autumn leaves

pairing: ryujin x 6th member!reader, ryujin x lia (jinlia)

summary: it’s a vital need to take a rest, especially when your beloved person meets someone else.

contents/warnings: angst, open ending, confessing, ryujin realised her feelings too late, please do not read if sensitive/uncomfortable with such themes!

genres: angst

a/n: it’s not even fall rn idk i’m just in love with angst, also got inspired by @ghostykapi angst with chaeyoung

fall like those dry leaves just falling without strength, my love your heart just goes far away. i can’t catch you, i can’t catch you anymore, i can’t hold onto you.

ryujin, your coworker, friend and your first serious love. you couldn’t help but only fall for her even more each day, her charisma, her looks, her personality, her smile made your heart race each day, maybe if it wasn’t right to fall for your coworker.

it was only early fall when you finally realised your true feeling for ryujin. yet, did not wanted to confess to her, waiting for right timing, and probably making your biggest mistake.

you decided to confess to her on christmas eve, already making your way to her room, but getting closer, you heard giggles coming from behind the door, hearing lia breathing out ryujin’s name. you nearly made yeji fall as you accidentally hit her with your shoulder. letting out several ‘sorry’s, you quickly closed your room’s door, placing your head on the door.

how long they’ve been dating already? you asked not only yourself, but you also asked the same question yeji. “i don’t know the exact details, but i think they started dating in september.” yeji said, receiving a quick nod from you. sitting on the couch under the blanket, watching some boring stuff on your phone, while you still could hear through your headphones everything. you could hear girls cheering while ryujin and lia kissed under the mistletoe, as you adjusted the volume.

winter slowly became spring, while you still tried to move on. it was hard, as you would spent all of your time in the dorm, yet you found solution and for that. yeji stood in the doorway, as ryujin walked up to her. she barely could see your back quickly disappearing, making ryujin feel curious. “is that y/n? where’s she’s going that late?” ryujin asked yeji, while older closed the door after you left. “she’s producing songs for our group for three months already, didn’t you know that?” yeji asked, as she thought you’ve told about your hobby everyone.

as it turned out, you kept a lot in a secret from your members. you’ve changed, a lot. and if anyone else in your group haven’t noticed that, ryujin for sure did. she wants the person you was before, not this horrible state you find yourself now. you barely showed up in the dorm, staying all the time in the studio, probably writing something new.

ryujin always wanted to find the right person in her life, and how she was disappointed to realise that lia wasn’t that right person. and no matter how hard it was to breakup with her, ryujin still felt like something wasn’t right. like she missed something or someone, just not realising yet who or what it was.

summer slowly begins to end, as you still haven’t showed up in the dorm. ryujin would wait for you to come back, always turning her head to the door, dog-like, receiving from yeji sad gazes.

fall this year seemed to be coldest and unexpectedly gloomy. ryujin scrolled through her phone, when she heard the dorm’s door open, the sound being followed by several footsteps. quickly turned around, ryujin looked at the hallway, when she saw you standing behind manager’s back. other girls also were curious, as their manager finally spoke.

“sadly to announce that, but y/n will take a break from group activities.” your manager announced, leaving all of the girls stunned. as your manager left, you still stood there, looking at everyone except one person. “i- i had to. it’s not gonna take long, 7 or 9 months only.�� you said, as you stroked your hair.

ryujin looked directly into your eyes. huge eye bags with mask covering your face that ryujin slowly started to forget your face. where did the person she loved most went? always so happy and always smiling you from the past barely left any signs in present you.

all of the girls wished you luck, as they left you and ryujin both in the hall alone. you nervously looked away, not wanting to make an eye contact with the person that stood in front of you. you succeeded in everything, except moving on. you blamed yourself for still having a special spot in your heart for your beloved one, that belonged to other… yet you knew ryujin and lia broke up months ago.

“…is that a goodbye?” ryujin asked, sounding very confused and insecure. you shrugged. “no. i said my hiatus will last 7 or 9 months, i’m going to come back.” you said.

she never saw you in such bad statement. you covered your face with your hands before sighing. “just remember you’re my ‘fifth season’.” you said, before looking into her eyes and leaving the dorm.

ryujin still stood there, staring at the door, as you already left, leaving your group activities for long 7 months. covering her face, ryujin put her head against the door, as she cried. she will never admit it, but you’re the one person she wants in her life. you will always be green to her no matter the situation.

[starrygalazy]

It's been a while since I've posted anything big on here BUT I made a concept for Mei's Mythic skin that I am OBSESSED with. The theme I chose is "Holiday Village", and I made Mei a "Towne Baker" skin and a background for it (if you don't wanna see Christmas themed stuff in September yet I suggest keep scrolling lol):

There exists a village where snow falls and golden lights hang year round, a village where the warm hearts of its occupants brighten the frigid nights. The Baker makes her rounds daily, creating a seemingly infinite amount of sweet treats for all her friends. With her special companion by her side, she works endlessly to make and deliver the best desserts and baked goods to all within the village.

Here's the specifics and customizable options too (some of these aren't set in stone yet):

Hair: I was completely obsessed with braids for this, they just fit the holiday vibe too much imo. I also do think her glasses would change but i forgot to draw them so ill just say them here. Her hairstyles are as follows:

Two braids on each side and hair pulled into a ponytail with a bow + full moon glasses

Simple bun wrapped with a braid & bell hairpin (didn't draw the pin bc I only just remembered it) + half rim glasses

Half-up-half-down hairdo with braid pulled back & earmuffs + think rectangle glasses

Shawl:

Fuzzy neck short cloak with strings & cotton balls at the end

Similar to option 1 but instead of fuzzy, it's a bit more refined w/o the strings and has a button clasp in front

Not a shawl at all, but rather a cozy, long scarf

Weapons: These aren't set in stone, especially not the 2nd option (and obviously Snowball counts bc if we can't customize him, imma be so upset)

Gun: Piping bag gun that'll probably change to a more 'gun' style, and Snowball: Muffin Snowball, obviously a baker needs her baked treats!

Gun: I tried incorporating the style of a hand mixer, I like the concept but want to change it. And it's hard to see well, but Snowball: Literal display tray with a glass cover! How that would work with his face, I have no clue, but he'd have a cake or cupcakes inside that you could see.

Colors: Finally we got colors. The only consistent outfit colors for her would be the white fuzz (and maybe her sweater?).

Red for main, light brown for accent (i.e.: Corset & gloves), and brown for hair (so just normal hair here) + gold details for metal

I switched the accent and main colors, so light blue for main, teal for accent, and white for hair. Very much a winter, frozen look. And ignore the "gold", that's meant to be silver.

Dark red main, green (forest green) accents, and black hair with silver metal, fits more with Christmas colors in general.

Finally I'll show you her ice tank, which I think is genius:

It's literally a portable oven with cookies & a giant vat of icing, and an ornament as a charm.

I'll try and draw the actual hair styles or revise the weapons eventually, but this is what I have and I'm very, very proud of it

[felfiramoondesigns]

ALL KICKSTARTER REWARDS ARE OUT 🎉

I posted the last of them this evening before the last collection so they should all be on their way 💜 I have started to see some delays in parts of the RM system recently (I personally have a tracked 48 package that had been sat at Jubilee MC for days now 🙃) and I doubt it'll get any better in the run up to Christmas 😬 So please give your package time to arrive. I'll post an update tomorrow on KS with a reminder of timescales for items to arrive and all that good stuff.

In the meantime, thank you all for the support on this campaign! Here is a shot of one of the full 12 pin rewards that went out today 💜

For anyone new, or who forget to back etc, I will have leftover stock available at some point, most likely after my shows in September. So I cannot guarantee what designs I will have but I will have some. I'd love to open before the end of September but I still have pre-order pins to grade and ship and then straight into prepping for Doki Doki which includes grading more pins and checking my wooden pins when they arrive too 😅 busy busy!!

[palfriendpatine66]

Director’s commentary on chapter 6 of dx:lovesick aka the reunion (posted very late last night in case you missed it! Check it out💕)

I have this headcannon that I didn’t include in the chapter because it wasn’t exactly necessary to know for the story; but I humbly offer the backstory of Anakin furnishing his new apartment below, if you happen to be interested.

In college neighborhoods in Boston all of the apartment leases end on August 31 and everyone moves out all at once, and all the new leases begin the next day on September 1st and everyone move in en mass. I didn’t have a specific neighborhood picked out for Anakin, I have no idea about Cambridge and the areas around MIT, but this is how it works everywhere else in Boston:

All through the week leading up to the big moving days the alleyways and sidewalks become filled with abandoned stuff. Overflowing. Everything that is deemed too hard to move or not needed gets left behind, because almost no one has a car and is piling everything to be moved into a borrowed SUV. If they’re lucky.

It becomes an insane free for all. City residents and other college students scavenge through the stuff. It’s popularly known as Allston Christmas, which specifically refers to one neighborhood, but applies near every major campus. Literally everything and anything can be found.

And I just have this very vivid mental image of Anakin - scavenging junk piles for droid parts Anakin Skywalker - showing up to his bare apartment with his one overpacked suitcase and a backpack bursting at the seams from his big move - looking out his window to the alleyway below, eyes wide, just like “HOLY SHIT! Look at all this furniture! And it’s just THERE? For FREE? Where anyone can take it??”

And so he walks his block and outfits his new apartment like this is the best thing that’s ever happened to him. He definitely grabs the glass coffee table - does he even need a coffee table? He hasn’t had one before and that’s going to be really hard to lug up to his 5th floor walk up all by himself. But look at it! It’s a great table! So he brings it anyways. He goes back, gets a side table, some storage shelves, and eventually comes back with his dresser (and that was so heavy and so tiring that he thinks that might be it for the day. Unless there’s a lamp. He could really use a lamp)

And that’s how he came by the glass top coffee table that sent him to the ER and back into Obi-Wan’s arms where he belongs.

And now I’m very sure you have a good idea where I attended college 😉

[invisibleicewands]

Michael Sheen on art, fear and Amadeus: ‘David Suchet was in really good shape. I … am not!’ 

Those who have followed the career of the Welsh actor Michael Sheen might expect to encounter a chatty charmer, the “bare-footed buffoon” of his Twitter bio, a full-throated stage animal.

But when he meets Guardian Australia, “harried” is the word that springs to mind – a Sheen closer to the exaggerated version of himself he plays in the Covid lockdown TV hit Staged, not given to suffering fools. At one point I swear he rolled his eyes.

“It’s crunch week,” he says. “Very intense.”

Best known for his roles in The Queen, Good Omens and Masters of Sex, he meets me straight from a wig fitting for his role as Italian composer Antonio Salieri, in a new production of Peter Shaffer’s Tony award-winning play Amadeus at Sydney Opera House. He’s shaved his pandemic beard and is wearing jeans, sipping tea from a mug with his name stuck to it. His blue-brown-green eyes are shining. (He once said on Twitter that his eye colour changes “rather annoyingly.”)

“Crunch week” is the frantic rehearsal period leading up to a production’s first performance. This one has been made more crunchy than usual by the Christmas break, and an extra three days Sheen lost to a “really rough” stomach bug that also took down his partner, actor Anna Lundberg and three-year-old daughter Lyra; along with their six-month-old baby, the family are with Sheen for the season. They are not getting much sleep.

This should be a time of joy for Sheen: World Cup season for a fan whose love of the sport went viral last September, when he gave a rousing speech to the Welsh team. But due to the time difference, illness and new father duties, he says, “It’s the World Cup I’ve seen the least of.”

Perhaps they were “a bit mad” to come to Australia with a new baby at Christmas time – but it’s his first time in Australia, and Sheen couldn’t resist. “There might not be another opportunity and the children are young enough to travel,” he says, adding that Anna’s family are about to fly in from Sweden.

At least Sheen comes to Amadeus thoroughly grounded in its workings, having played the young Mozart in Sir Peter Hall’s staging nearly a quarter of a century ago. That production took him from the West End to Broadway and Los Angeles, and opened the doors to a film career that has included his flawless playing of British PM Tony Blair in The Queen, David Frost in Frost/Nixon (opposite Frank Langella, who played Salieri on Broadway in 1982) and the prestige TV series Masters of Sex. And let’s not forget Last Train to Christmas.

Sheen was 30 at the time; David Suchet played Salieri, the role Sheen steps into now.

“Peter [Hall] was an absolute legend. To get to know him a bit and listen to him talk about the play, that was so great,” says Sheen. “It was also my first time with the Old Vic and I just loved being a part of that. While we were on Broadway, Barry Humphries was doing his Dame Edna show. I saw him and I was absolutely blown away by the danger and the genius of it. He invited me to lunch, which was just lovely – and now Barry is here in Sydney and coming to see me again.”

Sheen remembers his Broadway and Los Angeles experiences fondly – mostly for their idiosyncrasies. For instance, on Broadway, “people clap you at the end of a speech, or clap you when you walk on stage after you’ve had a good review. The oddness of that!”

Playing Mozart remains the longest single theatre engagement of Sheen’s career. “It lasted about 18 months. It was quite hard going at times.” He played Mozart “like he had nuclear reactor inside him,” Sheen recalls. “It’s a positive creative force but it’s also destructive. He’s driven by it and has to try and keep up with it. All that scatological stuff he says, all the personality quirks, they are all coping mechanisms for someone being hurled through space at 1000 miles an hour.”

Playing the older role is no cakewalk either. Salieri is the storyteller, the main focus. One monologue charting the rise and fall of Mozart runs for several pages.

“The play is very demanding and I’m not in the shape I used to be,” says Sheen, who is 53. “I’ve had two children in the last few years, and what with work and everything that’s happened with Covid, it’s been hard to do all the exercise you need to do. I remember David [Suchet] was going to the gym all the time, he was in really good shape. And I … am not!”

That said, this relatively short Sydney season will allow Sheen to let rip to some extent, he says.

“There is much more freedom to explore when you’re playing Salieri … there’s a lot more room to try things out.”

Directed by Craig Illott, the Opera House production features western Sydney actor Rahel Romahn, 28, as Mozart.

“The thing with Mozart is that he’s a mirror to Salieri,” says Sheen. “Before Mozart came along, Salieri considered himself a risk-taker, a pioneering creative artist. Mozart introduces colours he hadn’t known before, concepts he wasn’t aware of. Mozart is an artist. Salieri is someone who has had a career.”

Which is why, Sheen explains, “Salieri has to smash the mirror.”

Is it inevitable that artists lose touch with the creative spark as careers burgeon and responsibilities grow? Does making great art get harder as you grow older?

“I actually don’t think it’s about age, so much,” Sheen says. “We all start off with a sense of an ideal and what we would like to achieve and strive for. It’s about balancing your career and your life responsibilities, but staying true to your original impetus. Are you satisfying yourself creatively? Are you challenging yourself? Are you developing and getting better? I think anyone creative worth their salt is asking themselves that every day.

“When you work on this play, you explore those insecurities and fears, and I have them just like anyone else does. In any part you explore, you look for the bits you connect with and then you amplify them and splash about with them a bit, and that’s what brings the piece to life. It’s not comfortable, but I quite enjoy that. In the end, if you don’t want to explore those things, you shouldn’t play Salieri.”

https://www.theguardian.com

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Operation Christmas Couple: Weekend in Dallas Timestamp

Pairing- Jensen, x Female!Reader 

Word count- 3,441

Warnings- Some language, some fluff, 

A/N-   A little shopping trip yesterday reminded me of these two and this timestamp came about.  It was written and posted in less than 24 hours, all mistakes, which I’m sure I didn’t catch them all,  are mine.  ​

Summary- It’s season 8 now, but for the purpose of this fic some of the characters made earlier season appearances than they actually did on the show. This is the second Timestamp for Operation Christmas Couple.  This one takes you to the September following the end of the series.  These two head down to visit Jensen’s family for a weekend. 

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Season 8 is two months into production when you plan to follow Jensen down to Dallas for a weekend, to celebrate his mom’s birthday in the middle of September. The whole family is getting together for dinner on Sunday, the two of you are flying down late Friday afternoon, after filming wraps. 

Your day on set finishes up before Jensen’s does.  You head back to your shared apartment to double check the luggage and make sure the apartment is all closed up for your time away.  Jensen keeps a bag mostly packed, so he had the easiest time packing up this week.  Last weekend, you grabbed a small suitcase out and started collecting items in it throughout the week. When you were home last night you had gone through making sure you had the clothes you would need for the weekend, and the travel size bathroom items.  Grabbing your commuter tote as your personal bag, you put both your and Jensen’s phone chargers inside, along with a book, sunglasses, hat,  your iPad and its charger.  Double checking your ID is in your wallet, you place it back in your purse, setting that bag inside the tote.  

Jensen has his wallet with him, you were responsible for both passports.  You place them in the outside pocket of the bag.  Earlier in the week you had picked up a few snacks to take along.  Being a later flight you weren’t sure what would be open at the airport if either of you were hungry while you waited.

Deciding you have everything, you grab Jensen’s backpack, your suitcase and tote, then lock the door before heading down to the car.  When you arrive back on set, the guys are still filming, so you make your way to Jensen’s trailer to wait. 

It’s after 6 when Jensen comes running in.  He gives you a quick kiss before hurrying to the shower to clean off the fake blood running down his face.  Of course the stuff is never easy to clean off, so it takes him a little while to clean it all off.  

“Hey babe,” he calls out from the shower, “did you happen to grab some gum when you went to the store?”

“Um, no, but I’ll grab some now.”

You gather Dean’s dirty clothes and run them to wardrobe while he is cleaning up.  On the way back you stop at the craft service table they are cleaning up and grab a few pieces of gum.

The two of you leave the studio lot and head for the airport, once he parks the car, you hurry inside to check in.  It’s after 7 by the time you finish checking in and are heading for security.  At least you don’t have any luggage to check since your flight is leaving in an hour.  Thirty minutes later both of you and your bags are clear and you are now running toward the gate.  Jensen takes your small suitcase while you have his backpack on and your tote bag strap across your shoulder. 

When you are near the gate, you stop Jensen so you can run into the bathroom real quick before you board.  When you come out he is walking out of one of the little shops with drinks for the both of you.  They have already started to board the flight and the two of you get in line.  

The first flight you have is just under an hour and takes you to Seattle, where you are going to have a two hour and 12 minute layover.  The flight from there leaves at 11:20, and that where things really mess with your mind.  The three and a half hour flight should have you landing around 2:50, but with the time change it will be almost 5 am in Dallas.  

The first flight is uneventful, you exit the plane with the rest of your fellow passengers.  Jensen pulls his hat down a little lower and raises up your hood, since you put your hat in the bag.  You have to clear customs before you can get through the airport.  Thankfully, that goes quickly. Checking the gate number for the next leg of your trip, you make your way to the other end of the airport.  

Many of the restaurants are closed and the others will be soon, so Jensen suggests ordering something before you do anything else.  Grabbing a couple of sandwiches from the Subway, you head to the gate area to sit down and eat.  There is still an hour to kill when you are done, and you two walk down the terminal window shopping at the now closed stores.  Just before 11 the plane lands and once it’s clear they begin calling for your flight to board.

The plane is barely off the ground before Jensen falls asleep, his head soon landing on your shoulder.  You carefully pull out your tablet to pass the time, until you are also able to drift off.  

When you touch down in Dallas, it takes a few minutes for you to wake up and start to function enough to get your bags around.   Jensen adjusts the hat on your head, before putting on his own.  He gets inline behind you, with a hand on your shoulder.  Once you are off the plane, he puts his arm around you and leads you toward the exit.  Neither one of you remembered to set up a car service, so you wait in line for a taxi.

“Are we going to a hotel?” you ask with a yawn.

“No, my parents want us to stay with them.”

“They can’t want us this early?”

He chuckles, “by the time we get a ride I bet it’ll be almost 6, that won’t be too bad.  Plus I know where the spare key is.”

“UGH, it’s too early.”

“We’ve had to get up this early for work before.”

“Yeah, but there were a few solid hours of sleep before that.”

“We can sleep when we get there.”

He’s right about your arrival time, the two of you are able to slip in the house without waking his parents.  You follow him upstairs and to his old bedroom.  Taking off your sweatshirt and dropping your jeans, you collapse down on the bed.  Jensen shakes his head, before getting into bed next to you and fixing the blankets.  

A few hours later, much too soon for your liking, Jensen’s nephew is running into the room and jumping on the bed.  Unfortunately for Jensen, Logan lands right on top of him.  Once he convinces the young boy that you and him will be down shortly, he finally leaves the room. 

“These kids really are trying to hurt my chances of reproducing,” he groans out.

“Do we have to get up?” You mumble with your face buried in the pillow?”

“Sorry, but if not, I’m sure he will be right back in here.”

You groan as you roll over and face your boyfriend.  “I’m pretty sure I’m stuck to the bed.”

“Let’s go see if we can get you something to wake you up.”

You follow Jensen out of the bed, and throw on some sweatpants to make your way downstairs.  Josh and Alan are in the living room with Logan when you enter, they both come over to greet the two of you.  Donna soon comes in from outside with Jensen’s sister-in-law Alexis.  

After all the hugs you finally make it to the kitchen.  Jensen pours himself a cup of coffee while starting a cup of hot chocolate for you.  There are some cinnamon rolls on the counter, you grab once for each of you. 

Donna comes in to talk to you two while you are eating, she mentions Kenzie will be over in a little while.  College football takes over the Ackles’ household early that afternoon.  While the guys are focused on the tv, you and the other ladies head out for some retail therapy. 

After a visit to the mall, Alexis takes the car across the street to Pier 1.  Walking around with Kenzie you pick up various items to look at, not looking to buy much this trip.  But making a mental list for when you can look online. 

Joining back up with Alexis and Donna, the younger woman looks at your empty hands.

“Did you find anything that speaks to you?” she questions, referring to the store catchphrase.

“Oh many things, but not for today.  If you were to ask my mom, she’d tell you everything here speaks to me,” you tell her. 

After they pay for their purchase you make your way to the Hobby Lobby next door.  You don’t grab a cart, because you don’t plan on buying anything here either.  The first few aisles have fall items, the rest of the group is looking through them, but you browsed them at a much quicker pace, nothing really catching your attention.  

You are surprised to see Christmas decorations already when you turn a corner.  You slowly make your way through the first few aisles when you enter the third you stop with a big grin on your face.  Forgetting you didn’t plan on purchasing anything, you start picking up various items.  It doesn’t take long before you can’t carry it all, and are quickly walking to the front of the store for a cart.  Grabbing one, you set your items down and make your way back to your previous location. 

Kenzie is walking out of one aisle as you pass by, “Find something after all?”

“Yes, I might need an intervention.”

She laughs, not knowing you were somewhat serious. Before you get to the aisle you were in, you stop at an endcap display that caught your attention.  There you pick up more objects.  Back in the third aisle, you examine the rest of the contents you didn’t have a chance to look at yet, grabbing things as you move along.  You are a little disappointed when you reach the end of the aisle, but when you reach the end of the Christmas section, you find more.  By the time you are done, your cart is much fuller than it probably should have been.  

Kenzie and Alexis are laughing when they see you unloading everything at the checkout.  Your wallet, on the other hand, is crying.  Jensen just might kill you when he sees all this.  Back at the Senior Ackles home you help Alexis move her items to their car, and Kenzie helps Donna take hers inside.  You are standing at the back of the younger Ackles’ SUV, staring at your purchases.  Where in the world are you supposed to put these, you think to yourself.  Before you can say anything Alexis grabs two bags and takes them inside.  With a sigh you grab another along with the taller statue,  Kenzie comes back out and grabs the shorter one and shuts her car. 

Both ladies head to the living room where Donna is showing off her purchases to the uninterested guys.  When the three of you walk in, Alan’s eyes widen in shock.  

“Did you buy all of this?” he asks his wife.

“No, these are Y/N’s, not mom’s,” Kenzie answers.

It’s Jensen’s turn for his eyes to widen in horror.  “What…what did you buy, Sweetheart?”

“Jus..just a few things,” you tell him.

“Yeah?  Um, like what?  How do you plan on getting this all back to Vancouver?”

You turn to Donna, “Do you think we could leave it here until we can drive it back down to Austin one weekend?”

“Sure, no problem.  You can keep it in Jensen’s old room.”

“What are we keeping in Jensen’s old room?”  your boyfriend tries again for an answer.

You turn the wood statue in your hands around so he can see it and set it down in front of the other couch.  Kenzie sets the one she is holding next to it.  

Jensen looks from The Grinch and Max statues, back to you.  “We really needed those?” he asks.  You just shrug.  “And two, it’s September.  Why are you buying Christmas decorations already?”

“Well if I don’t get them now, they’ll be sold out when I want them later,” you reasoned with him. 

“That’s true,” Kenzie backs you up.

“What else did you get?” he questions, as he pinches his nose.

You bite your lip as you sit down next to him and slowly start pulling items out of your bag.  You hand him a green serving bowl with a Grinch face on it.

 Next is a rug, followed by a door decoration.  

“They had a big popcorn bucket too, but I didn’t get that.”

“Gee why not?” he quips.

Ignoring the sarcasm you continue on handing him the other Grinch items you picked up.  “They had other items, but I thought I might get those later.”

“What are you going to do with all this stuff?”

“We can use this stuff at the house in Austin, and I could get more for the apartment in Vancouver.”

Your boyfriend just stares at you.

“Hey, I did tell you last year I was going to turn the apartment into Whoville, I just went shopping too late.” 

“Oh goody.”

The rest of the family laughs, not yet understanding your Grinch obsession like Jensen does.  He has a feeling he really will be in Whoville this holiday season.  

Pizza was ordered in for dinner and you all enjoyed a relaxing evening catching up with one another.  When you were finally in bed that night, you were scrolling through your phone while Jensen was finishing up in the bathroom. 

“Look at these,” you tell him, turning your phone when he walks back in the room.  On the screen a set of salt and pepper shakers.  One was The Grinch, the other Max.

“Great.”

“They have a lot more online than they did in store.  I could order it and have some things sent up to Vancouver and others sent to the house down here.  There is a Naughty or Nice pillow, oh, how about a Grinch plush?  They have Max too!”

“Amazing.”

You go back to your phone, while he checks messages on his phone.  

“Ohh, look at this centerpiece.  It says you can buy all the Grinch stuff for it as a kit.”

“How lucky.”

“Ohh, I like that.”

He looks over at your phone screen, and sees various Grinch items.  “That’s all at Lobby Hobby?”

“Hobby Lobby, and no.  I’ve moved on to pinterest to see what I can find there.  I really like these porch signs.  We can get some paint and wood and make our own.”

“Great.”

“We can decorate while watching the movie, it’ll be fun!  I haven’t seen it in awhile, let’s watch it when we get home.”

“I’m beginning to think you just wanted to buy that house with me so you could have something else to decorate,” Jensen tries to change the subject, slightly frowning as he thinks about how he finally deleted the movie off the DVR last spring so you would quit watching it. 

“That’s not entirely true.  The pool and hot tub really helped tip the scale.”

He turns and starts tickling you, until you are underneath him laughing. “Brat,” he teases you.

“I’m kidding, although I really am looking forward to what I can do with it.” 

The two of you had finally settled on a house together.  Opting to follow Jared and Gen to Austin.  There was a place Jensen had driven by and fallen in love with.  After putting in an offer, the place was yours and much of summer hiatus was spent cleaning, painting and moving. That also stopped Jensen from looking for places in Vancouver right now, so you didn’t have to keep dealing with Mindy. 

Once the lights were out, the two of you quickly fell asleep.  Both still exhausted from the night before.  The next morning, the smell of bacon had Jensen stirring next to you, which took you out of dreamland.  

Following your boyfriend downstairs you find Alan cooking pancakes and bacon for the four of you in honor of Donna’s birthday.  She was sitting at the counter with a cup of coffee talking to him while he worked.  He refused any offer of helping, telling you all it would be finished in a moment.  Jensen once again took care of both of your drinks.

After a quiet morning together, Kenzie came over to start on dinner.  You help her in the kitchen, it isn’t too long before Josh and his family arrive. Alexis is quick to come and help.  She brings in the cake that they had ordered and picked up that morning. You are working on some of the sides, while Kenzie gets the meat ready for the guys to grill.  

Presents were opened after dinner, but before dessert.  After singing ‘Happy Birthday,’ and cutting the cake, the adults sat on the deck outside, while Logan played in the yard. 

“The best part of my birthday is having you all here.  Thank you all so much for coming,” she tells you all.”

“We’re happy to be here, ma.” Jensen tells her.

It’s an early night for everyone.  Jensen’s siblings have to get back to work tomorrow, and the two of you are flying back to Vancouver.  

Alan drops you off at the airport in the morning for your 9am flight.  He hugs you first before moving to Jensen, the two of them talk for a moment before he is bidding you both safe travels and on his way back home.  The two of you have some time before your first flight to Denver takes off, so you stroll through the terminal picking up a coffee and muffin as you go.   The layover in Colorado is only an hour and a half, you read while Jensen is going through his phone.  

From Denver there is a three hour flight up to Vancouver which gets you into the city just after 1:30.  Your boyfriend sleeps the majority of the trip, while you read and play on the IPad.  The evening is spent getting ready for the upcoming work week.

It’s a week later when Jensen is the first one back to the apartment.  You had gone out for drinks with Bri and Kim, who are appearing in this episode, after wrapping for the day.  There is a notification in the mailbox about a package, so he takes that up to the desk to retrieve whatever couldn’t fit in with the regular mail.  He definitely is not expecting as big of a box as he is handed.  Seeing Hobby Lobby listed as the shipper he just groans.

Lugging the thing upstairs, he debates about opening it up or waiting for you, deciding to take a picture of the box and label, he sends you a text message first.  Along with the picture he types out:

Do I even want to know what’s inside???

Your phone beeps while Bri is telling a story and you briefly glance down at it.  When she pauses a few minutes later you open it up, it takes a minute for you to realize what you are looking at.  Oh crap, you were hoping to be the one to grab those deliveries.  You wonder which of the two orders arrived today, hopefully it’s not the one you…well that answers that.  Another text from Jensen comes through with a copy of the invoice.

YOU SPENT HOW MUCH ON THIS????????????  4 hundred Y/N??? Is this American or Canadian???

You wonder if it would help if you told him some of that was the shipping cost.  Probably not.  “Sorry Ladies, but I’m going to have to cut this short.  I have to go find a way back on Jensen’s nice list.  I’m pretty sure I just landed on the naughty one.”

“What did you do?”

“A little too much online shopping.”

“You could always stop and do a little more shopping on your way home,” Bri suggests.

“How is more shopping going to get Jensen to forgive me?” you ask her.

“You need to grab yourself something to slip into something that would put you on Santa’s naughty list, but off Jensen’s.” Bri tells you with a wink.

 “That could work,” Kim agrees.

“I’ll talk to you ladies later,” you tell them as you run out the door shaking your head.  Although, mentally you’re trying to think of the closest lingerie store.  He can’t give you a hard time about what you bought if something else is too busy getting hard.

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Thank you for the tag @domestikhighway58, let's see if I can figure out tumblr enough to complete this <3

Also, no way you watch call the midwife??? Ahhh, that's my favourite comfort show. I'm a whole season behind because life stuff got in the way but I can't wait for September/October to come around so I can sit and restart my weekly tradition (with my mum shh) of watching ctm in the run-up to Christmas

last song: After All by Cher

favorite color: Green or Blue

currently watching: Criminal Minds (slowly), The Mentalist (also slowly), The Sixth Commandment

last movie: Emily The Criminal not at all because I'm in love with Aubrey Plaza

currently reading: This list is too long to fit here because I am a slow af reader (thanks dyslexia) but a quick rundown of fanfics are: Hide and Seek, and Fortunate Fool by highway58. Rescue Dog by Jason_Silver and Star Power, and Homewrecker by goobzoop & darkbluedarkblue.

Non fanfic is also far too long to write but the book I picked up most recently to try to finish is Call Me By Your Name.

sweet/spicy/savory: Sweet all the way. I love spicy and savoury things too, but I'm much more fussy about those than I am sweet stuff!

relationship status: Single. And hopelessly in love with a friend.

current obsession: Besides Hotchreid? Uhhh.... Criminal Minds in general? Fic writing? I also really like baking, but that's not really a 'current' obsession, more a prolonged interets.

last thing i googled: do any zoos in america have honey badgers - for one little scene in a fic I was writing. Before that it was 'summer fruits pavlova recipe' because I have a shit ton of eggs to use haha.

currently working on: Fanfic wise I'm trying to finish Close Ain't Close Enough (a/b/o) and an untitled wip set at the end of the CM episode Psychodrama. Non fanfic - The Highway Code. Haha. Theory test revision takes all brain power at the moment.

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