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She Said What (Melissa Schemmenti x f!Reader)

Synopsis: Seeing Gary get down on one knee shattered you. Tasting Melissa on your lips put you back together again.

Words: 2.5k

Warnings: none

It was like taking a knife to the gut, twisting in your intestines, leaving you gasping for breath. You weren’t meant to be there. Eyes darting around the room, you were desperate for escape. You couldn’t breathe. One step back, then another, you fled down the hall before you could hear the answer.

Gary had asked Melissa to marry him. And you, like an idiot, had fallen completely in love with her.

When it had been nothing but a relationship, kept on the outskirts, it was easier. Avoiding the break room on Tuesdays, not asking about weekend plans or prying to much into her relationship, you could keep your friendship with her devoid of any details. It was easier that way. You couldn’t be plagued of thoughts of the two of them together. If you didn’t think about it, your jealousy couldn’t run rampant, ruining your friendship with her.

Now though…

You’d be seeing the ring on her finger. You might be invited to the wedding. She might change her last name. It would be everywhere, in your face, reminding you how the woman you love was not yours to love. That your chance with her had slipped away.

Career day was a bust and you needed escape and yet you were trapped in your classroom with the kids, praying the clock would speed up and you would have your freedom. Right now, Melissa was somewhere in the building, a new sparkly ring on her finger, joy in her heart, desperate to go home and celebrate with her new fiancé.

You felt sick at the thought.

The bell rung and you thanked the mechanic who had come to speak to your class, shaking his oil stained hand. Sinking down onto your chair, you buried your head in your hands, letting out a long breath. You would have groaned if not for being in a place anyone walking past could hear. All you wanted was to pack up your stuff and go home, curling up in your bed and letting yourself give in to the pressure building behind your eyes.

“You look like you’ve had a day about as good as mine.”

You startled, looking up from the hands your head was resting in. Melissa was walking into your classroom, hands thrust into the pockets of her leather jacket. You blinked, trying to rearrange your face into something celebratory, not the despair you’d been feeling all afternoon. Stretching your lips into a smile, you felt it stiffen as you looked at her.

“Hey,” you said, “congratulations. I saw the feed. It was a beautiful proposal.”

“It was,” she agreed, resting against the edge of one of the student’s desks, much as she had at the front of her classroom when Gary got down on one knee.

“You must be so happy,” you said.

“Not really,” she replied with a small shrug.

“Well, not when you’re here with me but I bet Gary is waiting at home for you to celebrate,” you said, offering her a sheepish smile.

“He better not be. I don’t need another restraining order,” she said.

“Ha, yeah,” you said, “wait, what?”

She quirked an eyebrow up at you. You had no ides what was going on, on the back foot of the conversation so quickly. When her lips quirked up, you lost any words to try and fix whatever situation you’d found yourself in.

“Hon, did you see my answer?” she asked.

“Of course I did,” you replied, laughing uncomfortably.

She sighed, shoulders relaxing, “I said no.”

“What?” That was not what you were expecting.

“I said no. You know I have no interest in being married again. He didn’t listen no matter how many times I told him. We want different things,” she said.

‘So you…?” You didn’t want to assume after your last assumption had gone so badly.

“We broke up,” she said.

“Oh, Mel, I’m so sorry.”

You made your way around your desk, perching beside her. You found her leaning against your shoulder, soft hair brushing against you as you curled an arm around her waist. Her head rested against you, shifting closer.

“It’s better we realised. No resentment, no cheating, no attempted murder. A clean break before anyone could get really hurt,” she said.

“Still, it sucks,” you said.

“Yeah, it does,” she sighed.

“I really am sorry,” you said.

“Really? I always got the impression you didn’t really like him,” she said.

You stiffened. She drew away from you, turning those beautiful green eyes onto you. You tried to stutter out an answer, to refute her claim, to lie right to her face. But there was nothing. No words came out and you were left staring at her, anxiety swooping in your stomach.

“You were never comfortable when I talked about him so I stopped but I always wondered what was wrong with him,” she said.

“Is that why you said no?” Guilt curled in your stomach.

“Of course not. I really don’t want to get married again. Once was enough. I guess I’m just curious what you saw in him,” she said.

“I didn’t really know him,” you said, offering her a non-committal shrug.

“But you didn’t like him,” she said, not bothering to phrase it as a question.

“It was nothing about him. I’m sure he was fine. Nice even. And you loved him. He wasn’t a bad guy as far as I could tell,” you said.

“He’s not. But I thought we were good enough friends that you’d be honest with me,” she said.

Guilt again, washing over you, wave after wave. She was still looking at you, a small lopsided smile both sad and hopeful. You sighed, leaning into her again, not wanting those eyes assessing you anymore.

“It wasn’t about him. I mean sure, I thought you could do better but it was more to do with me. I didn’t want that to get between us and ruin our friendship,” you said.

“Can’t you just tell me what the issue was?” she asked.

“I don’t think that will make you feel better,” you said.

She hopped off the desk, moving to stand in front of you. You swallowed past a lump in your throat, averting your eyes down to your hands clasped between your thighs. With a forefinger, she tilted your chin up until you were looking back in her eyes.

“I can handle it, hon,” she said.

“Mel,” you sighed, not sure how to finish the sentence.

“It can’t be that bad,” she said, “unless he was the man who mugged your nanna.”

“I don’t think he was,” you said, giving her a weak smile.

“So what is it?”

The finger on your chin was practically burning your skin. You took a deep breath, anxiety making your fingertips tingle and your stomach roil. She was still watching you and you couldn’t tell what emotion it was swimming in her eyes.

“I didn’t want to hear about your relationship because… because…” You squeezed your eyes shut, “because I was jealous.”

“Aw, hon, you’ll find your guy one day,” she said, gently nudging you in the shoulder.

That was not the answer you were expecting. You peeked over to her, her smile softened as she looked at you. You shook your head.

“Not of your relationship,” you said, shoulders slumping, not wanting to keep the secret after coming so close to telling her, “of him.”

“What?” she asked, her smile slipping for a moment.

“Mel,” you sighed, “I’ve been half in love with you for a while now. And I’m sorry that it didn’t work out with Gary because I don’t like you hurting. I don’t want you think this is me trying to swoop in the second you’re single. I’m not that unfeeling.”

The smile had completely left her face, eyes widening and the shock evident. You could only stare at her, waiting for some kind of reaction. Mostly you were waiting to be told to get the hell away from her and never speak to her again. Her hands landed on your knees, fingers digging in as she gripped you hard.

“Hon,” she said, voice catching and you squeezed your eyes closed again, waiting for the slap, “can you look at me?”

You opened your eyes again. She was peering into your face, eyes swimming with an emotion you couldn’t name. Her lips were quirked at the corners, just enough for your heart to begin beating double time. Hands slid further up your legs as she lent towards you. You didn’t know what was going on and you were scared to move. Frozen under her touch, all you could do was stare back at her.

“I wish I’d known. I wish you’d told me,” she said.

“Would it have made a difference?” you asked.

“Of course, hon. If I’d known…” She shook her head.

“It’s fine. I won’t make it weird. We can still be friends. It’ll be like you never knew,” you said, panic beginning to set in. You were desperate not to lose her in all of this. This was like your worst nightmare coming to life before your very eyes.

“I didn’t just break up with Gary because he wanted to get married,” she said, interrupting you before you could continue rambling your reassurances, “there was a part of me that knew I had feelings for you. He couldn’t be my miracle when there was someone else.”

“What?” You couldn’t comprehend what she was saying.

“I wish you’d said something earlier, hon. If I’d known then Gary and I would have never gotten to this point,” she said. Her hands were still moving further up your legs until they were holding your hips.

“I don’t understand,” you said.

“Hon, I’m saying I have feelings for you too,” she said, a smile breaking over her face, bright and heartbreaking and everything you’d wanted to see for so long, “I know this probably isn’t the right time to say it but you’re hot and I like you.”

“You just broke up with Gary,” you said.

“I did. Doesn’t change how I feel about you,” she said, shrugging.

“This is an emotional rollercoaster.” Your lips stretched into a smile, small and soft and the way she seemed to melt at the sight of it only had you reeling again, “isn’t this too soon?”

“Yeah, probably, so we’ll take it slow,” she said.

“Slow?”

“Look, I dunno how this is gonna go but I do know that I like you enough that I want to give this a go. I’ve been single for a few hours and I’m probably going to have to deal with stuff from ending my relationship with Gary so we’ll take it slow and figure it out together. Sound good?”

You thought about it, turning it over in your mind. You’d thought, in your wildest dreams, that if you were offered the chance to be with Melissa you’d grab it with both hands but coming right off the back of her break up it felt… tenuous. But giving it a chance might be the best thing you could do, if only to not have to think about the what if on your death bed.

“Slow sounds good,” you said.

She relaxed, as if she’d been bracing herself for rejection. The smile on her face grew more sure of itself, more playful as she lent in. You shivered when her breath hit your skin, and you looked up into sparkling green eyes. You felt your cheeks heat up under her gaze and blinked, trying to take in her beauty. Trapping your bottom lip between your teeth, you worried at it, breath frozen, watching her with wide eyes and racing heart.

“Must say, hon, you’re pretty cute when you’re nervous,” she said.

“Nervous?” you managed to squeak out, “I’m not nervous.”

“No?” she asked, drawing closer again, lips brushing the shell of your ear as she whispered, “are you sure?”

“Mel,” came out as a strangled noise, “this doesn’t feel slow.”

“Feels like I’m moving pretty slowly to me,” she replied, lips slow to press to your cheek.

A small noise came from your parted lips. She chuckled, drawing back far enough for you to see the way her eyes were smouldering as they focused in on your lips. You found yourself leaning toward her, drawn into her orbit, the gravity of her dragging you closer.

“I suppose one kiss isn’t so fast,” you murmured.

“I’m glad you agree,” she said.

Her lips pressed to yours, muffling a gasp. Arms wound around her neck, fingers burying themselves in red curls. Her fingers dug into your hips, hauling you closer until you were on the edge of the desk, her body caught between your thighs. Her tongue ran along your lower lip, teeth nipping when you moaned into her mouth.

If this was slow, you could get on board with it.

She drew back, making you whimper, fingers tightening on her hair. She placed one last chaste kiss to your lips before disentangling your fingers. The step she took back made you feel bereft before you reminded yourself that today wasn’t about you. You couldn’t imagine the emotional rollercoaster she’d been on that day. Your’s had been bad enough.

“Can we renegotiate this going slow thing?” she asked.

“No,” you laughed, no matter how much you wished you could, “we should go slow. I mean, what are your plans tonight?”

“Drinking wine until I don’t feel embarrassed that I turned down a proposal in front of Jalen Hurts,” she replied.

“Exactly,” you said, giving her an indulgent smile even as your heart raced.

She chuckled, shoving her hands into her jacket pockets, taking another step back from you. Your teeth sunk into your lip, swollen from her kisses, as you considered her.

“You might be onto something,” she said.

“But maybe, when the embarrassment has dimmed a bit, we can go out,” you said.

“Yeah, I’d like that,” she said.

“Great, well…” A smile was taking over your face, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“I suppose you will,” she said.

Watching her back out of the room, all you wanted to do was reach out and pull her back to you. She paused in the doorway before she strode back to you, both hands cupping your cheeks and kissing you so thoroughly you lost any train of thought you might have been having. Nodding to herself, she turned her back on you, striding out. You watched her, dumbstruck, wondering how you’d somehow managed to get so lucky.

From the absolute travesty of seeing Gary propose to her to ending with the promise of a date and the taste of her still on your lips. You had no idea how you’d gotten so lucky.

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Hello! Would you be willing to write George Cooper from the Tortall universe? If you'd prefer a different character that's fine I just would love to read something of yours in this fandom. ♥️

Dancing Dove, 11:23am

of COURSE i will write you some George Cooper! here's a little moment of the first time he invites Alan to the Dancing Dove - hope you like it!

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before the noon bell, dancing dove

George was just getting back from a stroll around the Lower City when his Gift tapped him on the shoulder, saying pay attention, daft boy. He looked around for the source of his Gift’s focus and couldn’t help a delighted grin spreading across his face when he recognized a shock of red hair and purple eyes picking their way through the marketplace crowd. The youth was accompanied by Gareth of Naxen—the younger one—unless George missed his guess. So the lad was in page training, then, he mused as the pair stopped at a stall with armor and weapons for sale. Grin widening with impishness, George slid through the throng of people and tapped the small red-head on the shoulder.

The lad startled badly and turned to look up at him. George was momentarily caught in the sharp gaze of those strange purple eyes, but recovered quickly enough that the page didn’t notice.

“So—it’s the young sprout with purple eyes. I was wonderin’ if you’d fallen into a well.”

To his pleased surprise, the lad grinned back at him. “I’ve been at the palace.”

Master Gareth interrupted then, breaking off their conversation with his suspiciousness. George introduced himself with a bow and, on a whim he’d never be able to explain to himself, invited them for a drink at the Dove. By all rights, he should have stayed in public, shouldn’t have brought two pages—one of which would likely be Prime Minister—into the heart of his kingdom. But he had a good feeling about the little red-haired lad, and besides, the invitation made his Gift curl up like a contented cat in a sunbeam.

He signaled to Solom for ale and lemonades and settled in with Gary and Alan at his customary table, subtly waving off his curious inner circle of deputies. Gary’s questioning was expected, his sharp mind on display, guessing George’s real position within minutes of sitting down. Alan stayed quiet, sipping his drink and seeming to just take it all in. His face betrayed nothing, no sign of approval or distaste as George named himself as Corus’ King of Thieves, the Lower CIty’s Rogue. It was frustrating to be unable to get a read on the young sprout—the lad’s own Gift canceled his own out. Oddly, he wanted to know everything about Alan, was itching to know what Alan thought of George’s life; it was clear he was waiting for all the facts before giving any sort of reaction.

“I like you—” Gary said then, interrupting George’s train of thought. “For all you’re a thief.”

George laughed. “And I like you, Gary—for all you’re a noble. Friends, then?” They sealed it with a handshake. “And you, Alan?” he asked, using every bit of his hard-earned diligence to keep the trepidation out of his voice.

“I…want some more lemonade,” he said, pouring himself a fresh tankard, the hint of smirk hovering around his mouth. George couldn’t help but smile at that; the lad would be keeping George on his toes, for certain. He heard the noon bell ring out over the city and slumped internally; it wouldn’t do for them to spend their whole afternoon in the Court of the Rogue, no matter how much George was enjoying himself.

“You’d best be gettin’ back.” He couldn’t help but make his position clear before they left, though. “If you need anything, send word through Stefan—he works in the palace stables. You’ll find me here most of the time, and if not, ask old Solom. He’ll fetch me quick enough.”

Both pages shook his hand after standing; George suppressed a jolt when the feel of Alan’s hand seemed to send a shock up his arm.

“You’ll be seeing us, then,” Alan promised with all the gravitas of a vow of fealty. “Good day to you.”

George watched them leave with a smile on his face. He had a distinct feeling that the next few years were going to be quite interestin’ indeed.

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Author: Lucretia Victrix

Prompts: Dance, fire, gold, heal. Lady of the lake. Car trip.

Group: F

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Belle swears that she can see the air start to shimmer with heat as they cross the border into Arizona. The mid-afternoon sun drenches the desert in gold, causing the dunes to glow and sparkle. It would be a beautiful sight if she were in the mood to appreciate it, but she isn’t.

Her eyes are instead drawn to the service station flickering on the horizon in the desert haze and then back down to the fuel gage which warns her that they’re almost out of gas. Again.

She takes the first exit that leads her to the service station and moves to gently shake her traveling companion awake with one hand.

“Hey, wake up, love. We’re almost to a service station. Can you get us some food and things while I fill up the tank?” she asks him.

Robert Gold blinks at her, still half-asleep. He drove straight through the previous night as they couldn’t afford to stop anywhere, and he’s paying for it now, but he nods and answers her in a tired rumble. “Yes, of course. Where are we?”

“Arizona,” she answers. “Almost to the border.”

“Good, good.” He sits up straighter in the passenger seat of the Cadillac, considerably worse for wear after the long voyage but still going. “No one will follow us there. We’ll be able to start over.”

Belle nods as they pull into the service station, but her blue eyes are troubled. “Do you think it was right…what we did?”

“Yes,” he says without hesitation. “The world is a better place without Gary Aston.”

This does not entirely assuage her conscience, but she appreciates his certainty even if he’s faking it for her sake. What’s done is done now, and the only path yet available to them is the one they’re on.

On that cheerful note, Belle parks the car, and they both get out, but not before Belle sees Gold slip something silver and threatening into his pocket.

“Robert,” she hisses. “Why did you put that in your pocket? We’re trying to keep a low profile.”

Either he doesn’t hear her or he’s pretending not to because Gold makes his way into the station—a dusty old shack of a building—and leaves Belle to fill up the gas tank which she does, trying not to worry about what she thinks she saw.

She rubs her eyes with one hand with the other still on the pump. She can see her partner through the station’s windows. Okay, he’s going up to the cashier. That’s fine. Just buy us some food and leave, she begs silently.

Gold pulls the pistol out of his pocket and points it at the girl behind the counter.

“Fuck,” she whispers, glancing frantically between the gas tank and her idiot partner currently holding up the service station. Should she intervene? Well, she shouldn’t just leave the gas pumping—she could start a fire.

She blinks hard, hoping desperately she’s imagining the gun in Gold’s hand. She isn’t. She also isn’t imagining the rifle the girl behind the counter just produced from somewhere. Now she’s afraid for both their lives.

Gold strikes first—but not with the pistol. Instead, he whacks the girl with his cane, startling her so much that she drops the rifle. He seizes the opportunity to fill his pockets with snacks and heads for the door.

She’s so busy watching him make his way back to her, obviously pleased with himself, practically dancing, that she almost misses the pump turning off as the tank finishes filling. She hurriedly puts it back and glares at him.

“What were you thi—”

Bang! Bang!

The cashier is back up, and she managed to retrieve her gun.

“We should go,” Gold says.

“You think so?!” Belle says, scrambling back into the car.

Her lover is hot on her heels, climbing into the passenger seat and slamming the door, but not before the cashier gets off another shot. Bang!

Belle floors it. “I hope you got enough food for a while,” she shouts over the screech of the tires, “because we’re not stopping until we reach the border after that little stunt.”

“Believe me—” His voice sounds strained. “I’m perfectly in favor of that.”

The Cadillac is pushing one hundred miles per hour as they speed down the highway, but she risks a glance to her right.

“Oh my god. Did she shoot you?” Her hands shake on the wheel.

“Don’t worry. She only got my bad leg. I was hardly using it anyway.”

“That’s not funny!” she cries. “Put some pressure on it! I can’t have you bleeding out!”

“I am. I don’t intend to die here,” he says, his brown eyes gleaming. “I have too much to live for.”

She’s trying to keep her eyes on the road, but she can feel the heat of his gaze. She knows he means her. Thank God there’s no one else on the road because her foot is all the way on the gas pedal.

“We’re going to find you a doctor,” she says in a shaky voice. “Just hold on for a few more hours. Try to rest.”

“Don’t concern yourself with that, Belle. It will heal on its own.”

“It’s a gunshot wound, Robert!”

“It was a clean shot. Passed right through.” He gives her a crooked grin, and her heart is full of so much love and worry that it could burst. “It’s not a fatal wound. There’s no need to send me to Avalon just yet, my lady.”

“Appealing to my love of Arthurian legend won’t save you from my wrath. I’m no more the Lady of the Lake than you are King Arthur.”

“Which character would I be then? I’m afraid I’m not as familiar with the ins and outs of the stories as you are.”

“You’re just trying to distract me.”

“Is it working?” She wants to kiss the smirk off his lips.

“A little,” she replies. “Keep talking. We’ll make it to the border yet.”  

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Welcome to Wonderful World of Darklords, ya filthy animal! While it's not animated, Home Alone is technically Disney now that they've bought 20th Century Fox (and let's face it, we're eventually doing Hocus Pocus and Haunted Mansion, so "not animated" isn't a dealbreaker). What's more, in a world where a magical wish really can make your family disappear, Kevin is a perfect darklord trapped in a hell of his own creation--and ready to put your PCs in that hell, too. Topics discussed include:

How to get your PCs to go into Kevin's little funhouse so they get all tore up, even though they presumably won't be tempted by promises of stereos, VCRs, and toys;

Suggestions for translating Kevin's sadistic traps into their equally sadistic D&D equivalents (with some inspiration from the master of "up yours" traps, Gary Gygax);

Alternate versions of Kevin and his house with a variety of different tones, from "heartwarming holiday special about family" to "cathartic beatdown of a spoiled, hateful man-child;"

The challenges of adapting a film where the wish-fulfillment power fantasy character is the darklord and the hapless victims are the PCs;

And more!

The full writeup for the McElminster house is available for free on DM's Guild: https://www.dmsguild.com/product/461188/The-McElminster-House-A-Ravenloft-Domain-of-Dread?affiliate_id=241770

The official WotC Home Alone-inspired stream we mentioned is available here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DssYPINaF9E&t=2s

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Book Club of Dread absolutely will not be ready December 20th (very optimistic view of your editing powers there, Past Rachel), but we're going to move heaven and earth to make sure it's out by Epiphany so the Christmas Bellringer is still appropriate. For the Christmas Bellringer, you want roughly equal parts ginger beer and orange juice OR roughly equal parts gin, ginger beer, and orange juice; adjust the proportions to taste. Please, we beg you, go slow if you add the gin. The ginger beer will hide the flavor of the gin, you will forget you aren't drinking a mocktail, and your bell will get rung if you pour yourself a big ol' glass with the intention of nursing it over a couple hours. This stuff makes Hocus Pocus Punch look like chocolate milk.

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Chopin Nocturne in F Minor, Op. 55 No. 1 (land theme), performed by Luke Faulkner

Rachmaninoff Morceaux de Fantaisie, Op. 3 - 2. Prélude in C sharp minor (Dread Possibilities), performed by Sergei Rachmaninoff

Chopin Nocturne in E Minor, Op. 72 No. 1 (parting thoughts), performed by Luke Faulkner

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I am so divorced from Canon. This does not matter. I am so divorced from Canon. This does not matter. I am so divorced from Canon-- But when the heck does King Beast get to use the collective 3 brain cells of the United Kingdoms? Because honestly at this point, I don't think he does. I got married, and lock up everyone who's ever done us, the good guys, wrong. Who are the good guys? Well... You, me, Bob... And Gary! We took away their magic and locked them up alone-- Crap! Yen Sid, I need you to give up your magic and go teach the villain's inherently evil offspring science! And how to live without magic, no it doesn't matter that they've never known magic, nor never will. -Prison with no rehabilitation or reintroduction to society? Check. -Garbage and scraps sent at random intervals? Check. -TV ads and propaganda posters to encourage them to do good? Check. -The supreme belief and hope they never do so I don't have to reconsider all of the above? Check.

Give this man a few minutes with the brain cells, or at least Belle. Cause f--.

My very articulate rant is suspended, I have to run. Queuing this for now, bye!

Stardust + Chaos

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Cary Grant

Dmitri Mendeleev

John Harvard

Alain Delon

Ramakrishna Paramhansa (Official God)

The Lumiere Brothers, Auguste & Louis

Carl Friedrich Benz

Michelangelo

Maharishi Mahesh Yogi

Ramana Maharishi

Mark Twain

Swami Sri Yukteswar Giri

Bruce Lee

Bhagwan Krishna (Official God)

Charlemagne

Rene Descartes

John F. Kennedy

Bhagwan Ganesha (Official God)

Walt Disney

Albert Einstein

Nikola Tesla

Alfred Hitchcock

Pythagoras

William Randolph Hearst

Cosimo de’ Medici

Johann Sebastian Bach

Alec Guinness

Nostradamus

Christopher Plummer

Archimedes

Jackie Chan

Guru Dutt

Amma Karunamayi/ Mata Parvati (Official God)

Peter Sellers

Gerard Depardieu

Joseph Safra

Robert Morris

Sean Connery

Petr Kellner

Aristotle Onassis

Usain Bolt

Jack Welch

Alfredo di Stefano

Elizabeth Taylor

Michael Jordan

Paul Muni

Steven Spielberg

Louis Pasteur

Ingrid Bergman

Norma Shearer

Dr. B. R. Ambedkar

Ayn Rand

Jesus Christ (Official God)

Luciano Pavarotti

Alain Resnais

Frank Sinatra

Allah (Official God)

Richard Nixon

Charlie Chaplin

Thomas Alva Edison

Alexander Graham Bell

Wright Brothers

Arjun (of Bhagwan Krishna’s Gita)

Jim Simons

George Lucas

Swami Sri Lahiri Mahasaya

Carl Lewis

Brett Favre

Helen Keller

Bernard Mannes Baruch

Buddha (Official God)

Hugh Grant

K. L. Saigal

Roger Federer

Rash Behari Bose

Tiger Woods

William Blake

Jesse Owens

Claude Miller

Bernardo Bertolucci

Subhash Chandra Bose

Satyajit Ray

Hippocrates

Chiang Kai-Shek

John Logie Baird

Geeta Dutt

Raphael (painter)

Bhagwan Shiva (Official God)

Radha (Ancient Krishna devotee)

George Orwell

Jorge Paulo Lemann

Catherine Deneuve

Pierre-Auguste Renoir

Bill Gates

Bhagwan Ram (Official God)

Michael Phelps

Michael Faraday

Audrey Hepburn

Dalai Lama

Grace Kelly

Mikhail Gorbachev

Vladimir Putin

Galileo Galilei

Gary Cooper

Roger Moore

John Huston

Blaise Pascal

Humphrey Bogart

Rudyard Kipling

Samuel Morse

Wayne Gretzky

Yogi Berra

Barry Levinson

Patrice Chereau (director)

Jerry Lewis

Louis Daguerre

James Watt

Henri Rousseau

Nikita Krushchev

Jack Dorsey

Dev Anand

Elia Kazan

Alexander Fleming

David Selznick

Frank Marshall

Viswanathan Anand

Major Dhyan Chand

Swami Vivekananda

Felix Rohatyn

Sam Spiegel

Anand Bakshi

Victor Hugo

Bhagwan Sri Sathya Sai Baba (Official God)

Steve Jobs

Srinivasa Ramanujam

Lord Hanuman

Stanley Kubrick

Giotto

Voltaire

Diego Velazquez

Ernest Hemingway

Francis Ford Coppola

Michael Douglas

Kirk Douglas

Mario Lemieux

Kishore Kumar

James Stewart

Douglas Fairbanks

Confucius

Babe Ruth

Raj Kapoor

Titian aka Tiziano Vecelli

El Greco

Francisco de Goya

Jim Carrey

Mohammad Rafi

Steffi Graf

Pele

Gustave Courbet

Rani Laxmibai of Jhansi

Milos Forman

Steve Wozniak

Georgia O’ Keeffe

Mala Sinha

Aryabhatta

Magic Johnson

Patanjali

Leo Tolstoy

Tansen

Henry Fonda

Albrecht Durer

Benazir Bhutto

Cal Ripken Jr

Samuel Goldwyn

Mumtaz (actress)

Panini

Nicolaus Copernicus

Pablo Picasso

George Clooney

Olivia de Havilland

Prem Chand

Imran Khan

Pete Sampras

Ratan Tata

Meerabai (16th c. Krishna devotee)

Queen Elizabeth II

Pope John Paul II

James Cameron

Jack Ma

Warren Buffett

Romy Schneider

C. V. Raman

Aung San Suu Kyi

Benjamin Netanyahu

Frank Capra

Michael Schumacher

Steve Forbes

Paramhansa Yogananda

Tom Hanks

Kamal Amrohi

Hans Holbein

Shammi Kapoor

Gerardus Mercator

Edith Piaf

Bhagwan Shirdi Sai Baba (Official God)

[ulkaralakbarova]

Thirty years after serving together in the Vietnam War, Larry, Sal and Richard, reunite for a different type of mission: to bury Doc’s son, a young Marine killed in Iraq. Forgoing the burial, the trio take the casket on a bittersweet trip up the coast to New Hampshire – along the way, reminiscing and coming to terms with the shared memories of a war that continues to shape their lives. Credits: TheMovieDb. Film Cast: Larry ‘Doc’ Shepherd: Steve Carell Sal Nealon: Bryan Cranston Reverend Richard Mueller: Laurence Fishburne Charlie Washington: J. Quinton Johnson Ruth Mueller: Deanna Reed-Foster Lieutenant Colonel Wilits: Yul Vazquez John Redman: Graham Wolfe O’Toole: Jeff Monahan DAFB Guard: Dontez James Mother (Irene): Tammy Tsai Angry Father: Richard Barlow Grieving Mother: Cathy O’Dell Rental Truck Employee: Jane Mowder Anorak: Richard Robichaux Raincoat: Jerry Lee Tucker Hyped-up Employee: Marc Moore Phone Shop Clerk: Kate Easton Mrs. Hightower: Cicely Tyson Front Desk Motel Employee: Sarah Silk Leland: Ted Watts Jr. Jamie: Lee Harrington Larry Jr. (voice): Samuel Davis Church Member (uncredited): Brian “Wolfman Black” Bowman Bar Patron (uncredited): Kelli Culbertson Train Passenger (uncredited): Chris Dettone Bar Patron (uncredited): Chris Drexel Bar Patron Guy in Booth (uncredited): Eric Frank Airmen / Morales (uncredited): Jason Gerrard Marine (uncredited): Adam Hicks J Tinsley Amtrak Baggage Handler (uncredited): John W. Iwanonkiw Cellphone Store Patron (uncredited): Daniel James Train Passenger Toting Gifts (uncredited): William Kania Train Passenger (uncredited): Trudi Kennedy Bar Patron (uncredited): Daniel Lamont Bar Patron (uncredited): James Lloyd Bar Patron (uncredited): Tiffany Sander McKenzie Angry Train Passenger (uncredited): Kelly L. Moran Train Passenger (uncredited): Christopher Nardizzi Bus Passenger (uncredited): Phil Nardozzi Mourner (uncredited): Rebecca Phipps Train Passenger (uncredited): Dwayne Pintoff Church Member (uncredited): Sofia Plass Driver (uncredited): Eric Rasmussen Senior Airman Morris (uncredited): Mario Ruiz Amtrak Passenger (uncredited): Brian E. Stead Train Passenger (uncredited): Gary Lee Vincent Train Passenger (uncredited): Jeremy Waltman Funeral Attendee (uncredited): Zoe Xandra Film Crew: Producer: Richard Linklater Editor: Sandra Adair Producer: John Sloss Producer: Ginger Sledge Makeup Artist: Sharyn Cordice Executive Producer: Harry Gittes Music: Graham Reynolds Director of Photography: Shane F. Kelly Production Design: Bruce Curtis Costume Design: Kari Perkins Set Decoration: Beauchamp Fontaine Novel: Darryl Ponicsan Executive Producer: Thomas Lee Wright Sound Re-Recording Mixer: Tom Hammond Sound Designer: Justin Hennard Art Direction: Gregory A. Weimerskirch Visual Effects Producer: Brice Liesveld Visual Effects Supervisor: James Pastorius Makeup Department Head: Darylin Nagy Executive Producer: Karen Ruth Getchell Makeup Artist: Patty Bell Makeup Artist: Christopher Patrick Movie Reviews: tmdb15435519: One of the funniest films I have watched in some time. Great writing and acting. Fishburne, Carell, and Cranston make up an unlikely trio that embarks on an epic journey of forgiveness. At once critical and respectful of the US, a reminder that what makes a country is those that choose to live and die for it.

[justsimsstuff]

100 BABY CHALLENGE (CONT FROM THE A-Z BABY CHALLENGE) FINISHED.

matriarch: zariah eagan ; 1) ross eagan (m) - father: jeremiah delgadillo 2) george eagan (m) - father: jeremiah delgadillo 3) jody eagan (m) - father: alonzo barrow 4) kole eagan (m) - father: alonzo barrow 5) jack eagan (m) - father: seiji hayashi 6) katy eagan (f) - father: seiji hayashi 7) wendell eagan (m) - father: arnav venkataraman 8) shanice eagan (f) - father: shaurya raghavan 9) cecilia eagan (f) - father: shaurya raghavan 10) antoine eagan (m) - father: kale doherty 11) derek eagan (m) - father: kale doherty 12) carmen eagan (f) - father: benjamin best 13) rita eagan (f) - father: benjamin best 14) jana eagan (f) - father: darryl richards 15) efrain eagan (m) - father: makoa kealoha 16) stephan eagan (m) - father: makoa kealoha 17) ashlee eagan (f) - father: nuihaur paoa 18) harry eagan (m) - father: nuihaur paoa 19) brynlee eagan (f) - father: alika kahananui 20) arlene eagan (f) - father: alika kahananui 21) naomi eagan (f) - father: quinton barry 22) remington eagan (m) - father: quinton barry 23) anya eagan (f) - father: brant hecking 24) gilbert eagan (m) - father: ukupanipo hekekia 25) nylah eagan (f) - father: ukupanipo hekekia 26) annabella eagan (f) - father: caiden ventura 27) aaliyah eagan (f) - father: ishaan joyson 28) alicia eagan (f) - father: ishaan joyson 29) karen eagan (f) - father: derumk lefao 30) zayden eagan (m) - father: paka'a uha 31) beatriz eagan (f) - father: paka'a uha 32) belle eagan (f) - father: duane talla 33) conor eagan (f) - father: tane ngata 34) brendana eagan (f) - father: tane ngata 35) ethana eagan (f) - father: aleki vainu'upo 36) jayme eagan (m) - father: aleki vainu'upo 37) braydona eagan (f) - father: haych vainu'upo 38) erich eagan (m) - father: haych vainu'upo 39) johan eagan (m) - father: tamati pao 40) gary eagan (m) - father: nobuya hayashi 41) juliana eagan (f) - father: nobuya hayashi 42) rez eagan (m) - father: ayden monet 43) justin eagan (m) - father: ayden monet 44) blake eagan (f) - mother: trisha hamilton 45) dion eagan (m) - mother: trisha hamilton 46) ilian eagan (m) - mother: scary mary 47) paolo eagan (m) - mother: frag grrl 48) shelby eagan (f) - mother: frag grrl 49) leslie eagan (m) - father: kidd chaos 50) westlyn eagan (f) - father: kidd chaos 51) brennan eagan (m) - father: genghis lincoln 52) angel eagan (m) - father: genghis lincoln 53) maricel eagan (m) father: beelzebob jones

[numbwhileintertwined]

listing my favorite things bc im bored

Movies:

Lilya 4-Ever

Christiane F

Level 16

The Chalk Lines

The Tourist

American Mary

The Man Who Cried

The Rum Diary

The DaVinci Code

All of Pirates of The Caribbean

All of Fantastic Beasts

Alice in Wonderland

Orphan

Twister

Room

But I'm A Cheerleader

Interstellar

2001: A Space Odyssey

Blade Runner 2049

Kids

Buffalo 66

The V*rgin S*icides

Eyes Wide Shut

Requiem For A Dream

Prozac Nation

Thirteen

Marie Antoinette

Priscilla

Midsommar

The Florida Project

Trainspotting

Bones and All

Enter the Void

White Oleander

Soylent Green

TV Shows

South Park

Hannibal

SVU

Alba

Criminal Minds

(Old) Grey's Anatomy

(Old) Station 19

The Idol

Inventing Anna

(Old) New Amsterdam

Everything Sucks

Midnight Mass

The X-Files

Books

Aeneid- Virgil

Dante's Divine Comedy- Dante Alighieri

The Brothers Karamazov- Dostoyevsky

Industrial Society And Its Future- Ted K

Anti-Tech Revolution- Ted K

Technological Slavery- Ted K

The Golden Ratio- Gary Meisner

Imperialism THSOC- Vladimir L

The Ego and Its Own- Max Stirner

The Art Of War- Sun Tzu

The Iliad and The Odyssey- Homer

Speak- Laurie Halse Anderson

Wintergirls- Laurie Halse Anderson

Pride and Prejudice- Jane Austen

Brave New World- Aldous Huxley

1984- George Orwell

Crime and Punishment- Dostoyevsky

L*lita- Vladimir Nabokov

The Bell Jar- Sylvia Plath

The Egyptian Book of the Dead

Decoding the Universe- Charles Seife

Art

Our Lady of Kazan- Unknown

A Limier Briquet Hound- Rosa Bonheur

Cats- Armando Spadini

Thunder Storm on Narragansett Bay- Martin Heade

The Martyrdom of Saint Thecla- Pietro Valsecchi

The Abduction of Europa- Rembrandt

The Albobrandini Madonna- Titian

The Sistine Madonna- Raphael

A Young Girl and Her Dog- Joshua Reynolds

Girl at a Window- Rembrandt

Rio Palo Battle- Jose Espinosa

Valley of the Yosemite- Albert Bierstadt

The First Thorns of Knowledge- Unknown

Inside of a Church- Carl Graeb

Highland Raid- Rosa Bonheur

After the Rain- Rae Bredin

Girl Getting Out of the Bath- Paolo Vetri

Shipwreck 1783- Claude-Joseph Vernet

The Birth of Venus- Nicolas Poussin

Virgin Mary of the Cathusians- Manuel Bayeu

Puerto Mediterraneo- Claude-Joseph Vernet

The Consecration of Saint Nicholas- Paolo Veronese

First Mass In Brazil- Vitor Meireles

The Death of Sardanapalus- Eugene Delacroix

Europa- Titan

Divine Shepherdess- Manuel de Samaniego

Saul and David- Rembrandt

Respect- Paolo Veronese

Moses with the Ten Commandments- Rembrandt

Westminster Abbey- Max Ainmiller

Song of the Waters- Jerome Thompson

guys i have over 2k pics saved on google arts and culture I gotta stop

[ao3feed-torchwood]

Blood in the Water

https://archiveofourown.org/works/54482884 by DeltaChara21 John Ward knew he had to confront his past to take down the UNSPEAKABLE, but reuniting with former partners was the last thing he expected. Especially when it's Jack Harkness. As for Jack, he didn't realize it would spell out Armageddon, trying to recruit John Ward to Torchwood. Words: 15515, Chapters: 3/?, Language: English Fandoms: Torchwood, FAITH (Airdorf Video Games), Torchwood (Big Finish Audio) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Categories: F/M, Gen, M/M Characters: Jack Harkness, John Hart (Torchwood), John Ward (FAITH Video Games), Lisa Pearson, Gary Miller (FAITH Video Games), Father Garcia (FAITH Video Games), Toshiko Sato, Suzie Costello, Original Characters, Background & Cameo Characters Relationships: Jack Harkness & John Hart, John Ward/Molly Ward, Jack Harkness/Other(s), Jack Harkness/John Ward (FAITH Video Games), Lisa Pearson & John Ward, Mirror Demon & John Ward (FAITH Video Games), Gary Miller & John Ward (FAITH Video Games) Additional Tags: I Will Go Down With This Ship, This takes place before Modern Torchwood (The TV Show), but after the loss of Old Torchwood, Yes. I know when the events take place and it doesn't line up., Just don't think about the timeline too hard..., Canon Compliant, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canonical Character Death, During Canon, This also takes place in a combined universe of Doctor Who and FAITH., Doctor Who References, overly erotic stabbing, Crack Crossover, They are both disaster bisexuals, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Or more like... Friends to Lovers to Enemies to Friends to Lovers., Eventual Happy Ending, They also both need therapy, Minor Character Death, Minor Original Character(s), Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Implied Relationships, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Miriam Bell did a number on John and Lisa, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Alternate Ending, Supernatural Elements, The demons are real, Near Death Experiences, Canon-Typical Violence, Please read the Tags. It may not be dead dove, but it's still brutal, Hallucinations, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, John isn't schizophrenic but he was misdiagnosed as one, Demonic Possession, Temporary Character Death - Jack Harkness, Jack Harkness Being Jack Harkness

[rocknews13]

Slash anuncia el LP de covers de blues repleto de estrellas 'Orgy of the Damned'

El LP de 12 pistas encuentra al guitarrista de Guns N' Roses dando su toque a una variedad de temas básicos del género y joyas menos conocidas, incluyendo "Cross Road Blues" de Robert Johnson, "Hoochie Coochie Man" de Willie Dixon (grabado por primera vez por Muddy Waters) y "Stormy Monday" de T-Bone Walker. Al igual que el álbum solista homónimo de Slash de 2010 , cada pista contará con un cantante diferente y la lista de invitados incluye a  Chris Robinson ,  Billy Gibbons , Iggy Pop , Paul Rodgers y más.

El primer sencillo, una versión de "Killing Floor" de Howlin' Wolf con Brian Johnson en la voz y Steven Tyler en la armónica, ya está disponible . Puedes reservar  Orgy of the Damned  ahora y ver la lista completa de canciones y los créditos a continuación.

'Orgy of the Damned' continúa donde lo dejó el blues de Slash

La afinidad de toda la vida de Slash por el blues no es ningún secreto, pero el guitarrista sólo profundizó brevemente en el género a mediados de los 90 con Slash's Blues Ball, que estuvo de gira pero nunca lanzó música. Orgy of the Damned presenta al ex bajista de Blues Ball Johnny Griparic y al tecladista Teddy Andreadis junto con el recién contratado baterista Michael Jerome y el cantante y guitarrista Tash Neal.

La banda descartó canciones durante el ensayo e intuitivamente eligió la lista final de canciones antes de grabarlas en vivo en el estudio con el ex productor de GN'R y Slash's Snakepit, Mike Clink. La pista instrumental original "Metal Chestnut" concluye el álbum.

Hablando del sencillo principal del LP, Slash dijo en un comunicado: "'Killing Floor' es una de mis canciones favoritas de Howlin' Wolf, pero también uno de los riffs de blues icónicos que me excitaron cuando era un joven guitarrista. Siempre he "Quería cubrirlo de alguna manera y este disco era el vehículo perfecto. Pero tocarlo con esta banda y con Brian Johnson cantando, fue un logro que nunca hubiera imaginado en ese entonces, y mucho menos Steven Tyler proporcionando el arpa".

Slash, 'Orgy of the Damned' Track Listing 1.   “The Pusher” feat. Chris Robinson (vocal and harmonica) Written by Wayne Hoyt Axton 2.   “Crossroads” feat. Gary Clark Jr. (vocal, rhythm guitar and solo) Written by Robert Leroy Johnson 3.   “Hoochie Coochie Man” feat. Billy F. Gibbons (vocal, rhythm guitar and solo) Written by Willie Dixon 4.   “Oh Well” feat. Chris Stapleton (vocal) Written by Peter Alan Green 5.   “Key to the Highway” feat. Dorothy (vocal) Written by Charles Segar, William Broonzy 6.   “Awful Dream” feat. Iggy Pop (vocal) Written by Sam (Lightnin’) Hopkins, Clarence Lewis, C. Morgan Robinson 7.   “Born Under a Bad Sign” feat. Paul Rodgers (vocal) Written by William Bell and Booker T. Jones 8.   “Papa Was a Rolling Stone” feat. Demi Lovato (vocal) Written by Barrett Strong and Jesse Norman Whitfield 9.   “Killing Floor” feat. Brian Johnson (vocal) Written by Chester Burnett (Howlin' Wolf) *Special guest Steven Tyler on harmonica 10. “Living for the City” feat. Tash Neal (vocal) Written by Stevie Wonder *Special guest background vocals: Jenna Bell and Jessie Payo 11. “Stormy Monday” feat. Beth Hart (vocal) Written by T-Bone Walker 12. “Metal Chestnut” Written by Slash

[indiejones]

THE 236 GREATEST PERSONALITIES IN THE ENTIRE KNOWN HISTORY/COLLECTIVE CONSCIOUSNESS OF THIS WORLD! (@INDIES)

ie. THE 236 GREATEST PERSONALITIES IN WORLD HISTORY! (@INDIES)

Rajesh Khanna

Lionel Messi

Leonardo Da Vinci

Online Indie

Muhammad Ali

Joan of Arc

William Shakespeare

Vincent Van Gogh

J. K. Rowling

David Lean

Nadia Comaneci

Diego Maradona

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

Meena Kumari

Julius Caesar

Harrison Ford

Ludwig Van Beethoven

William W. Cargill

Fritz Hoffmann-La Roche

Samuel Curtis Johnson

Sam Walton

John D. Rockefeller

Andrew Carnegie

Roy Thomson

Tim Berners-Lee

Marie Curie

James J. Hill

Cornelius Vanderbilt

Roman Polanski

Samuel Slater

J. P. Morgan

Cary Grant

Dmitri Mendeleev

John Harvard

Alain Delon

Ramakrishna Paramhansa (Official God)

The Lumiere Brothers, Auguste & Louis

Carl Friedrich Benz

Michelangelo

Maharishi Mahesh Yogi

Ramana Maharishi

Mark Twain

Swami Sri Yukteswar Giri

Bruce Lee

Bhagwan Krishna (Official God)

Charlemagne

Rene Descartes

John F. Kennedy

Bhagwan Ganesha (Official God)

Walt Disney

Albert Einstein

Nikola Tesla

Alfred Hitchcock

Pythagoras

William Randolph Hearst

Cosimo de’ Medici

Johann Sebastian Bach

Alec Guinness

Nostradamus

Christopher Plummer

Archimedes

Jackie Chan

Guru Dutt

Amma Karunamayi/ Mata Parvati (Official God)

Peter Sellers

Gerard Depardieu

Joseph Safra

Robert Morris

Sean Connery

Petr Kellner

Aristotle Onassis

Usain Bolt

Jack Welch

Alfredo di Stefano

Elizabeth Taylor

Michael Jordan

Paul Muni

Steven Spielberg

Louis Pasteur

Ingrid Bergman

Norma Shearer

Dr. B. R. Ambedkar

Ayn Rand

Jesus Christ (Official God)

Luciano Pavarotti

Alain Resnais

Frank Sinatra

Allah (Official God)

Richard Nixon

Charlie Chaplin

Thomas Alva Edison

Alexander Graham Bell

Wright Brothers

Arjun (of Bhagwan Krishna’s Gita)

Jim Simons

George Lucas

Swami Sri Lahiri Mahasaya

Carl Lewis

Brett Favre

Helen Keller

Bernard Mannes Baruch

Buddha (Official God)

Hugh Grant

K. L. Saigal

Roger Federer

Rash Behari Bose

Tiger Woods

William Blake

Jesse Owens

Claude Miller

Bernardo Bertolucci

Subhash Chandra Bose

Satyajit Ray

Hippocrates

Chiang Kai-Shek

John Logie Baird

Geeta Dutt

Raphael (painter)

Bhagwan Shiva (Official God)

Radha (Ancient Krishna devotee)

George Orwell

Jorge Paulo Lemann

Catherine Deneuve

Pierre-Auguste Renoir

Bill Gates

Bhagwan Ram (Official God)

Michael Phelps

Michael Faraday

Audrey Hepburn

Dalai Lama

Grace Kelly

Mikhail Gorbachev

Vladimir Putin

Galileo Galilei

Gary Cooper

Roger Moore

John Huston

Blaise Pascal

Humphrey Bogart

Rudyard Kipling

Samuel Morse

Wayne Gretzky

Yogi Berra

Barry Levinson

Patrice Chereau (director)

Jerry Lewis

Louis Daguerre

James Watt

Henri Rousseau

Nikita Krushchev

Jack Dorsey

Dev Anand

Elia Kazan

Alexander Fleming

David Selznick

Frank Marshall

Viswanathan Anand

Major Dhyan Chand

Swami Vivekananda

Felix Rohatyn

Sam Spiegel

Anand Bakshi

Victor Hugo

Bhagwan Sri Sathya Sai Baba (Official God)

Steve Jobs

Srinivasa Ramanujam

Lord Hanuman

Stanley Kubrick

Giotto

Voltaire

Diego Velazquez

Ernest Hemingway

Francis Ford Coppola

Michael Douglas

Kirk Douglas

Mario Lemieux

Kishore Kumar

James Stewart

Douglas Fairbanks

Confucius

Babe Ruth

Raj Kapoor

Titian aka Tiziano Vecelli

El Greco

Francisco de Goya

Jim Carrey

Mohammad Rafi

Steffi Graf

Pele

Gustave Courbet

Rani Laxmibai of Jhansi

Milos Forman

Steve Wozniak

Georgia O’ Keeffe

Mala Sinha

Aryabhatta

Magic Johnson

Patanjali

Leo Tolstoy

Tansen

Henry Fonda

Albrecht Durer

Benazir Bhutto

Cal Ripken Jr

Samuel Goldwyn

Mumtaz (actress)

Panini

Nicolaus Copernicus

Pablo Picasso

George Clooney

Olivia de Havilland

Prem Chand

Imran Khan

Pete Sampras

Ratan Tata

Meerabai (16th c. Krishna devotee)

Queen Elizabeth II

Pope John Paul II

James Cameron

Jack Ma

Warren Buffett

Romy Schneider

C. V. Raman

Aung San Suu Kyi

Benjamin Netanyahu

Frank Capra

Michael Schumacher

Steve Forbes

Paramhansa Yogananda

Tom Hanks

Kamal Amrohi

Hans Holbein

Shammi Kapoor

Gerardus Mercator

Edith Piaf

Bhagwan Shirdi Sai Baba (Official God) .

[ahtsumu]

LOVE PERSEVERING, EP 1. “The Plot Twist”

pairing: nanami kento x f!reader

synopsis: the nanami’s have an evening full of surprises – the most surprising of all, however, is the one that comes without explanation.

tag(s): loose (very loose) wandavision!au, humor, domestic fluff, suggestive content, profanity, can be read as a standalone! ; wc: 2.6k

love persevering m.list

“SORRY I’M LATE.”

Nanami Kento closes the front door behind him and changes out of his oxfords for house slippers. The traffic was crazy, there’d been an accident on the 101, a Maserati collided with a Ferrari and the two drivers were hashing it out in the middle of – no, that’s a horrible story and even worse lie. He doesn’t even drive to work. He takes the Caltrain to his job in San Francisco every morning and takes it home to Sunnyvale every evening.

Shit, Nanami thinks as he tries to hide the evidence of his… offense. Can he cover it up with something? Maybe if he held his briefcase in front of it… No, that’s so obvious. It’s so… red. And big. There’s no way it’d stay concealed.

It’s not that Nanami is in any way dumb or easily frazzled. No, he’s quite intelligent and levelheaded and the fact that he works as an Associate at Goldman Sachs should be proof enough. It’s just that he strongly dislikes the thought of lying to you. Technically, he doesn’t even have to make up a story to explain his tardiness. You probably don’t really care that he’s – Nanami checks his watch while setting his briefcase down – an hour late home. But having a story would quell your suspicions about the true reason he’s late.

See, today his co-worker Archie was talking on and on about how he surprised his wife with a bouquet of fifty roses the other night and, well, Nanami felt inspired. He’s not typically one for large romantic gestures, so he thought that maybe he should step up his game and at least remind you of how much he loves you the one day he’s given a sign to.

“First, you gotta lower her expectations, y’know?” Archie says like he’s giving a pitch. “Make her think the conversation is gonna be far from romantic. Say something totally boring. ‘Hey, honey, I had a great day at work today.’ Somethin’ like that, y’know? Then you just whip it right out. Bam.”

Nanami looks at the pink peonies in his hand with a small smile. Happy marriage, the flower shop attendee had said. Hearing your footsteps leading out from the second-floor bedroom, he quickly places the red bouquet behind the living room sofa before rushing back to his original place by the door. At first sight of your figure descending the stairs, Nanami starts (perhaps too exaggeratedly) loosening his tie.

“Ken.”

Oh. Oh, this doesn’t sound too good. Pausing his movements, Nanami assesses the damage. Your arms are crossed over your chest and your head is slightly cocked to the side, and you’re shooting him an expectant look. To be frank, you look a little pissed. You’re not even smiling. This definitely isn’t too great.

“Honey,” he starts, flashing you a conciliatory smile.

“Did you know that we were supposed to leave for our reservation an hour ago?” you interrupt.

Reservation? It doesn’t ring a bell.

Oh, is that why… fuck.

Taking your husband’s silence as evidence that he’d forgotten, you let out a sigh and walk up to his frozen frame, stopping when you’re right under his nose. “Did you?”

Nanami looks up at the ceiling as he tries to recall anything about reservations, but his mind turns blank. Actually, he thinks as he furrows his brows, he can’t even remember what he did yesterday.

“No,” he admits truthfully, looking into your eyes. “Sweetheart, I’m really sorry but I don’t remember at all. Listen, I –”

And then, you laugh.

“I was just messin’ with you, babe.” Still giggling, you pull him in for a hug. “The reservation’s not today.”

Nanami blinks as his arms wrap around you. There’s no reservation. “You’re ridiculous,” he chuckles. “I genuinely thought that I’d done something wrong.”

“No, definitely not. You’re wonderful.” Lifting your heels off the floor, you capture Nanami’s lips in a short kiss. He eagerly responds, pulling you closer into his firm body. This is, without a doubt, Nanami’s favorite part about coming home. You. Always there, at the end of the day, with your sunny little grin and sweet, adoring eyes. A little piece of paradise.

“You are so much trouble,” he murmurs as you pull apart. You hum at that, unable to disagree.

“We do, however, have a reservation at eight tomorrow.”

He frowns. “I genuinely don’t remember making plans for that, darling, I’m sorry.” Nanami glances down at your face and notices your surprised expression.

“Me neither. I was hoping you’d be able to tell me something about that.”

Well, that’s odd. It’s not often that either of you forgets anything, let alone something as easily remembered as a dinner reservation. It’s utterly peculiar that you would both happen to forget about the same thing. Today’s turning out a lot stranger than he’d ever expected. “How’d you find out?”

You pull your phone out of your back pocket and show him the email confirmation.

Dear Mr and Mrs. Nanami,

Thank you for making a reservation with us at Gary Danko. As a reminder, your reservation is for two people at 8:00 PM this Friday.

If you have any questions concerning your reservation, please feel free to contact us. We look forward to serving you!

Thank you,

The Gary Danko Team

“This is… strange,” Nanami notes, studying the little screen.

“Very,” you agree.

“Should we cancel?”

“Should we?”

“I –”  Nanami’s stomach grumbles, putting a pause on your conversation.

With a chuckle, you slide your phone back into your pocket. “Never mind. We can talk about it during dinner,” you say, helping your husband out of his suit jacket. As the blazer comes off, you affectionately rub a few circles on his back, feeling his posture relax under your touch. Honestly, he works too hard. You always tell him this but he really should take a few days off and drive down to the beach – maybe with you, if he’d like – and forget about the world for a while. God knows he could use the rest.

Nanami hums in approval. “You go on first.” He kisses your forehead before gesturing at the briefcase on the floor. “I should put this away.”

The moment you disappear into the dining room, Nanami moves his briefcase onto the coffee table and brings the bouquet of pink peonies out from their place behind the sofa, this time holding them behind his back. A reservation neither of us remembers, he suddenly thinks as he strolls quietly towards the dining room. Truly odd. Tucking the thought away in his mind (there’s always time to figure out mysteries like these), Nanami calls out, “Actually, honey, there’s a reason why I came home late today.”

“I was just about to ask. What was it?” You’re almost done setting the table when Nanami walks through the archway with a bouquet of flowers almost as broad as his shoulders.

“Holy shit.”

He laughs, filling the room with its bell-like sound. “For the lady.”

Shaking your head in disbelief, you walk over and take the bouquet from his arms, cradling it like a baby. Each petal is fresh and alive and so vibrantly pink. It’s obvious that a lot of care went into this bouquet, and it only touches you further that your husband went to such lengths to guarantee you’d only get the best flowers possible. “Thank you, darling. What’s the special occasion?”

“No occasion,” Nanami says, shrugging. “Just that I love you. And I wanted to remind you that, even on days where nothing happens and it feels like we’re just going through the motions –” he takes your free hand and hunches over to kiss the ring on your fourth finger “– knowing I get to share every day with you gives me joy to look forward to.”

Happy marriage. It’s true and that’s all there is to say about it.

You’re unable to form words. Nanami Kento, the subtle, quiet lover, being loud with affection for once. An indescribable warmth spreads all throughout your body. “Ken…” Tears prick at your eyes as you set the bouquet down on the table and rush into his arms, peppering his face with kisses. “I love you,” you murmur in his ear. “I love you, I love you, I love you. I love you. Thank you.”

Nanami grins, cradling your face in his large palms. “I should do this more often,” he says, letting out a breathy chuckle when you nod instantly. “I’m sorry. I’ll work on – ” You cut him off with a slow but eager kiss, snaking your arms around his neck and tugging him closer to deepen it. If Nanami had been surprised by your interruption he doesn’t show it – his lips, soft and plump, move in complete synchronization with yours. He tastes like tea and honey and he smells like he always does, of wood and spice and the beach. It’s intoxicating and completely dangerous how irresistible he is and you can’t get enough of him.

The truth is, every real kiss with Nanami feels like the first. And you can never get enough. But you are running out of air, so you break the kiss first and rest your forehead against his, feeling his hot breath fan across your cheeks.

“You’re perfect,” you whisper, stroking his cheek with the pad of your thumb. “I wouldn’t want anyone else as my husband.”

Nanami quirks one corner of his mouth up and covers your hand with his, turning his head to kiss its palm. “If I had another life to live after this one, I’d marry you in that one, too.”

A prolonged growl from Nanami’s stomach interrupts your sweet moment.

“I think your stomach objects.”

“Maybe we should shove something down it, like dinner.”

Grinning, you slip out of your husband’s reach and beckon him to follow you into the kitchen.

“This salmon is delicious,” Nanami remarks, taking another bite off his fork.

“Thank you,” you beam. “I found a recipe while I was at work today and thought I’d try it out. Honey garlic salmon. My life is forever changed and so is yours, by extension. You’re welcome.”

Nanami chuckles, ready to respond with a dry comment about ‘having no choice,’ but then that odd email you’d shown him earlier resurfaces in his mind. “Speaking of changes. Should we cancel that Gary Danko reservation?”

You hum, thinking back to the letter as you chew. It seems like the most logical thing to do. After all, neither of you remembers making the reservation. The ambiguity surrounding its existence is unsettling enough to warrant cancellation, but something in you just wants to see what might happen. Swallowing your food, you say, “Don’t you think it’s strange that it has our names on it? I think we should consider going.”

“What if it’s a scam?”

“Then we go home, order Indian takeout, and watch a war documentary until we both fall asleep.”

Unconvinced, Nanami sits back in his chair and crosses his arms over his chest, the navy fabric of his button-up tightening around his muscles. “We should call them first, figure out if they know anything.”

“You’re right,” you say, and then you pause before adding, “And if they don’t?”

You’re done speaking but Nanami knows that sentence isn’t finished, and that the other unspoken half is: can we still go? The truth is – and he’s told you many times – that your unpredictability is the most predictable thing about you. For a moment, he doesn’t say anything, eyes darting across your face as he contemplates his answer.

It’s not that Nanami is an overprotective husband or needlessly suspicious of every odd thing in life. It’s that he somehow cannot remember a single second of his life before today, the same day this email arrived. To be more accurate, he feels like he has those memories inside him. Somewhere, deep in his brain, he vaguely remembers what things like a “fifth birthday” or “first wedding anniversary” look like. They just feel out-of-reach. Regardless, he’s absolutely certain that things aren’t exactly right. But you look so excited and utterly unaware of his predicament, so it must be something only he’s experiencing and he doesn’t want to burden you with this problem.

“If you really want to go, then we’ll go,” Nanami concludes, taking a sip of his wine. “After all, the wife…”

“… is always right,” you finish for him. “Well, sometimes the husband is, too, but in this specific context, for unspecified reasons, the wife is most definitely correct.” The grin on your face almost puts his worries to rest.

(Almost.)

You call Gary Danko after dinner and they confirm your reservation.

“Sorry if this sounds, um, weird, but would you mind reminding me when we made this reservation?” you ask, walking in circles around the kitchen.

“Not at all!” Some typing noises travel through the receiver before the man you were talking to says, “Actually, you didn’t make the reservation.”

You make eye contact with Nanami who’s lightly rinsing the plates from dinner. “Pardon?”

“No, it was a Miss Amanda Priestly who called us and reserved the table for you two days ago on October 31st. Does that name sound familiar?”

Nanami raises his brows. That’s your boss.

“Um, yeah. I know her, thank you,” you say, frowning. What on earth is your boss doing reserving tables at Michelin-rated restaurants for you and your husband?

“She left a message, too, in case you were, quote, ‘confused,’ unquote. She says, ‘Mimsy, thank you for your help on the Modish Winter look book. Dinner is on me. Kisses, AP.’”

And suddenly, everything falls into place. All those late nights you spent analyzing old trends and predicting the next season’s rush into your memory. For a month, you pretty much lived in your office down the hall from your editor-in-chief. You barely even had time to sleep. It makes sense that Amanda would show her thanks for the effort you put into the project, but you hadn’t expected her to. After all, she’s Amanda Priestly. She still calls you Mimsy instead of your real name.

“Oh, of course!” you laugh, looking over at Nanami. He sends you a curious look before putting the rinsed plates into the dishwasher. “Thank you for your help.”

“My pleasure.”

The call ends and you tuck your phone in your pocket as you say, “Mystery solved.”

“Hmm,” Nanami says, drying his hands on a kitchen towel. “The Modish Winter Look Book. For some reason, I don’t remember you working on that.” In fact, he doesn’t remember you working at a magazine company at all, although he can’t put his finger on what job he used to think you had. What is going on?

“Really?” you ask, reaching for his hand and lacing your fingers together. “You don’t remember that time I ran into our office with four different tweed blazers and asked which one looked the most wintery?”

Nanami furrows his brows as a memory comes back to him. It was a sunny morning in early November when you ran into the home office with two blazers draped over each arm and forced him to rank them based on how well they exuded “winter energy.” Truthfully, he had no idea what he was doing, just that the one with more blue seemed most appropriate for wintertime.

“I just remembered,” he says, a look of amused confusion coming over his features. Today has been so strange. “Did the blue blazer make it to the final look?”

“One moment,” you say, disappearing into the living room and returning with an advanced, rough copy of Modish’s Winter Fashion Edition. “It’s not out yet, but…” you trail off as you flip through the pages, pointing when you get to the one you were looking for “… here’s your contribution to the magazine.”

The blue blazer, in all its glory, smack dab in the middle of the section that says “TRENDS TO SAY GOODBYE TO.”

“Ouch.”

“Well, you predicted something,” you giggle, placing a hand on his chest. “Fashion might be your calling, Ken.”

He smiles wryly. “I’m hanging up.”