#Martin R. Dean

[domquixotedospobresblog]

I've thought a lot about living another life to have you, I want to have you in every life, but this one has to follow the story just the way it is, it's written with many obstacles, with several small details that make it very perfect, you run away to live loves and then come back, I'm left alone with the pain and then with my heart jumping for your return, and with each return brings new wounds, and while you heal you stay by my side, but I also know that you'll leave again and again, and I also know that one day you won't come back, and I'll stay with the hope of your return to heal my own pain.

Jonas r Cezar

[fredandginger64]

Happy let's pull Jerry around with me Sunday.

[cozyaliensuperstar7]

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aew:

1st video: Which actor would you want to play you in a movie?

2nd video: Pre-match rituals & routines part 1!

[shorlibteens]

It's Pride Month!

Check out these LGBTQ+ themed reads at your local library:

GAY & LESBIAN

Last Night at the Telegraph Club / Malinda Lo

Gwen & Art Are Not In Love / Lex Croucher

Pritty / Keith F. Miller, Jr.

The Black Flamingo / Dean Atta

We Deserve Monuments / Jas Hammonds

The Lesbiana's Guide to Catholic School / Sonora Reyes

BI & PAN

Imogen, Obviously / Becky Albertalli

The Luis Ortega Survival Club / Sonora Reyes

The Gentleman's Guide to Vice and Virtue / Mackenzi Lee

I Wish You All the Best / Mason Deaver

Ander & Santi Were Here / Jonny Garza Villa

Forever Is Now / Mariama J. Lockington

TRANS & NONBINARY

Pet / Awaeke Emezi

Man o' War / Cory McCarthy

Self-Made Boys / Anna-Marie McLemore

The Honeys / Ryan La Sala

The Sunbearer Trials / Aiden Thomas

Dreadnought / April Daniels

AROMANTIC & ASEXUAL

Wren Martin Ruins It All / Amanda Dewitt

Loveless / Alice Oseman

Planning Perfect / Haley Neil

All Out / edited by Saundra Mitchell

Being Ace / edited by Madeline Dyer

Gender Queer: A Memoir / Maia Kobabe

QUEER & INTERSEX

None of the Above / I. W. Gregorio

Hell Followed With Us / Andrew Joseph White

Just Ash / Sol Santana

Lark & Kasim Start a Revolution / Kacen Callender

Pantomime / Laura Lam

The Heart-Break Bakery / A. R. Capetta

[deanbrainrotwritings]

—  DOWN BY THE SEASIDE

SUMMARY : sunshine and sunny beaches. Dean’s always talking about the beach, toes in the sand… a couple of those little umbrella drinks… her, in a sexy bikini.

PAIRING : dean winchester x fem!reader

CHARACTERS : none

WARNINGS/TAGS : explicit(18+), hating the beach (I hate the beach), fluff, p in v, innuendos, love making, slow sex

WORD COUNT : 3.5k

A/N : led zeppelin song title. too many thoughts, not enough time to write them all out, but… 🏝️🏖️⛱️🌊☀️🐚  I wrote this first. xxxxxx

She padded her way out of the warmth of the house in search of Dean, barefoot. Sand crunched beneath her feet, painless, but irritating prickles against her skin—grains sticking to her, hard to remove completely. 

The wind was still compared to how it had been at midday. Only a cool breeze remained, causing goosebumps to grow over her skin. She tightened the wool blanket around her bikini-clad body. She brought it with the intention of covering Dean up once she got to him. 

The sky began to turn dark, a darkish blue pushed the orange hue away. The sun looked like a sunny-side-up egg resting on the blue horizon, the orange hue that spread across acting like the runny insides of the yolk. 

It was time for dinner. 

After lunch, and after walking Miracle, Dean announced he’d be enjoying a drink while reading a book outside. Much to Sam’s, Cas’, but especially her disappointment. 

That was five hours ago. 

She’d checked in on him through text while she joined Cas and Sam for a little tour. Dean called her when he took a break from reading to play with Miracle. They even did a video call for a few minutes before they reluctantly hung up. 

It was the first day that they had separated in all their time there. Dean wanted to relax, and while she longed to sit by him while quietly doing something herself, she didn’t want to miss the opportunity of getting something special for him. 

Sam had gone for a shower to wash away the sweat and sand from their adventure, and Cas was entertaining Miracle while he waited for his turn. 

Cas took things slowly now. He said so. It was cute to see the angel dressed so… casually. It felt… almost intimate to see him out of that trench coat and that suit, showing a bit of his naturally sun-kissed skin. 

Him and Sam bickered—naturally. It was good natured banter, and it was very funny to watch. Cas didn’t hold his tongue, and that dry humour of his made her cheeks burn from smiling and her stomach ache from laughter. 

She finally got to Dean who was fast asleep, and laying down on a pink and white beach lounger with a book open across his chest, the pages facing down. George R. R. Martin. A Feast for Crows. He was catching up. 

She smiled down at him lovingly and extended her hand to brush away stray hairs from his forehead. He looked beautiful in the orange sunlight, his skin glowing like the sparkly surface of the sea. He snored softly and her smile widened. She trailed her fingers down his cheek, his jawline, and pulled away to remove the book from his chest. 

She placed the heavy book over the crunchy bags, cringing at the loudness of it as the book squashed them. 

She covered him with the blanket she had wrapped around herself, distracted by abandoned, empty bags of Cheetos and gummy rings on a small table beside him, a curvy glass filled with watery, blue liquid, and a yellow cocktail umbrella. She eyed them with amusement as she gently tucked the blanket around Dean’s body—as best as she could without waking him. 

Dean wiggled a little beneath the thick blanket, snuggling into the soft wool, stubbly cheek audibly scratching against it. She froze above him, her lips pressing together anxiously, and she pulled her hands away from him just in case. 

Her eyes softened. He was so cute. 

Dean ended up stirring awake anyway, with a smack of his lips. He breathed in deeply, then groaned, his eyes fluttering open. She quickly pulled away so she wouldn’t scare him, but she relaxed when he smiled softly. He looked at her lazily, his eyes half-open.

“You’re here,” he mumbled, clumsily stretching his hand up and out for her to take. Her smile softened.

“Yeah.” She took his hand, smoothing her fingertips against his calloused palm, slipping her fingers through his. “How was your day, baby? You hungry?” She asked, watching him shut his eyes once more, and bring his hand down against his stomach.

A hum rumbled deeply through Dean’s chest. “Good. Missed you,” he whispered, “I’m pretty, uh… hungry, yeah…” he trailed off sleepily, pulling on her hand to bring it to his lips. 

“I missed you, too,” she murmured, a hot flush rising up her face at the sensation of chapped, warm lips pressing against the back of her hand. “Wanna choose what we eat today?” Dean opened his eyes and puckered his lips thoughtfully, which only drew a tiny laugh from her. 

“Can’t think, so sleepy,” he whined playfully, leaning over the beach lounger to look down at her feet. She playfully curled her toes into the sand, collecting a bunch of grains in her feet, wiggling her toes, the sand rubbing between her toes making a little swishy crunch. “No shoes,” he stated with a bemused expression. 

She shrugged, “you like sand.” 

Dean tilted his head and stared up at her. She did the same—in the opposite direction, nearly becoming sleepy herself with the gentle caress of his fingers against her hand. “You hate sand,” he pointed out with a smug smile. 

She gave in easily. 

“Ugh, I do. It gets everywhere. Even after I shower, I find more. You’re crazy,” she rambled, “when I woke up, there was still sand in our sheets, even on the floor!” Dean chuckled, pulled back the blanket, silently inviting her in with him. She shook her head begrudgingly, “my feet are covered in sand-”

“Get in here, Anakin,” Dean interrupted her, giving her hand a sharp tug that made her stumble forward. 

“I won’t fit,” she whined, but she awkwardly climbed in between his bowed legs anyway. The beach lounger squeaked and she looked down at him frightened, with wide eyes. Dean only laughed and pulled her closer to him, careless about the creaking chair. 

She rested her head on Dean’s chest without protesting when he pulled the blanket over both of them. They were silent for a moment and she traced the lines of his bare chest beneath the colourful Hawaiian shirt until she got to the anti-possession tattoo. 

“Why don’t you like the beach?” He asked, his voice thick with sleep once more. Dean ghosted his fingers up and down her back, lulling her into a sleepy, sedated state. 

“It doesn't matter,” she smiled, “we’re here and I’m happy. You’re happy.” She lovingly kissed Dean’s freckled clavicle. After contemplating his question, she lifted herself up to look into his eyes and crossed her arms across Dean’s chest. She looked at him dreamily. Dean turned red and averted his gaze. “And… you look hot half naked,” she grinned, her dimpled cheeks turning hot like his own. 

“Well, I like seeing you half naked, too…” he trailed off, his fingers sneaking up her back. She rolled her eyes at Dean playfully. “Tell me why you’re a beach hater,” he pouted, slowly tugging at the knot of her bikini top tied behind her neck. 

“Hey!” She exclaimed, uncrossing her arms to place one of her hands beside his head. She held the bra against her chest with her free hand when it slipped down. She blushed while he smirked and tugged at the second knot around her back. Holding the flimsy bra was useless, but she kept her arm there and looked around. 

It was getting darker, a slim line of light remained on the horizon, only lights outside tiny living spaces made the surrounding areas visible. But no one was around where her and Dean were. All she could think was that Cas was still inside the small hut. Sam didn’t take very long in the shower. Either one of them could step out at any moment, especially because of Miracle and his needs. 

“The sun’s too bright,” she whispered uncertainly. Dean stopped to contemplate her, raising his brows for her to continue as he began to undo the little bows on her hips keeping her bottoms in place. “It burns my skin and makes me itchy. And the wind… it makes my hair frizzy and tangled…” 

Dean chuckled, examining her face, and how serious she was about the irritation she felt for the beach. He wrapped his thick fingers around her forearm and gently pulled it away from her chest. She slowly let go, scanning his face, holding his gaze, which flickered down to her chest once the bra fell onto him. 

“We’re here though, it’s not so bad when we’re all having fun,” she reassured him. He looked up, simpered. She slowly lifted herself and the blanket slid down her back. Dean moved with her, allowing her to straddle him. She pulls her bottoms from beneath her to dump them onto the sandy beach, her bra following with an indifferent flick. 

Dean lifted his hips, wiggling to get the shorts down enough for her to pull his half-hard cock out. She dragged her finger from his pelvis to the tip, tapping the slit teasingly. She watched him twitch and harden in her hand.

“Thank you,” he told her softly, his hands slowly gliding up her thighs and her sides. 

She tilted her head and her hair followed, her entire face softening at those two words. Two words that held so much weight and meaningfulness when spoken by him. “Thank you…” She murmured, leaning down to place a kiss between his now-furrowed brows. “… For teaching me to enjoy something I didn’t like, for helping me let loose, for making me have fun, and for so much more.” For every reason, she kissed a different section of his face, and the final destination was his smiling lips. 

Dean pressed his hands into her back, keeping her lips locked with his. The kiss was slow, lazy, loving, but still firm, deep, and demanding. There was no indication of fear or doubt, but there was an impatience in the way he dented her soft skin with his fingertips when his hands traversed across her body. 

His hands finally settled on her hips. Dean pulled her forward, parting from her lips to gasp when her heat rubbed against his erection. She dropped her face into his neck to attach her lips to his throat, leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses on every inch of warm skin. She rolled her hips as he guided her and moaned softly when he stretched his head back to give her more access to his neck.

She licked circles over darker freckles, and sucked a light, oval-shaped mark on his pulse, grinding down hard on him when he tightened his grip on her hips and groaned. 

She was having fun, despite how quickly she made herself needy for release. There was something satisfying in the way he begged and moaned, wiggling his hips, hoping to snag his cock at her dripping hole, but it was all to no avail. She kissed lower, across his collarbone and his shoulder, using her nose to move the Hawaiian shirt he’d left unbuttoned out of the way.

He was short of breath by the time she pulled away from his skin and extremely aroused, looking like a melted piece of candy on a hot summer day. She didn’t stop moving her hips and kept teasing him by sinking her teeth into his plump lip, leaving his cock wet in her slick and achingly hard. He throbbed and burned impossibly hot as blood rushed through his cock until he felt like bursting from her grinding alone. 

“Please,” Dean laughed softly, and whined, squirming beneath her impatiently. He bent his knees and brought his hands to her face. She pulled away from his mouth to look at him, but she didn’t protest when he pulled her back in for a kiss, silently asking for her surrender. “One thing on my bucket list…” he whispered. 

She moved back again with a raised brow of curiosity. He chased her lips anyway, ignoring the wordless sign for him to finish his sentence. Dean pouted and stopped trying to kiss her. When the head of his cock prodded at her dripping entrance, Dean’s breath hitched. 

“What’s on your bucket list?” She bit her lip, a smirk playing on her lips when she got the tip of his cock inside her. She reached down to grip him at the base and lifted herself off completely. She did it over and over, repeatedly. 

“S-sex on the beach.” Dean choked on air and his hip bucked upwards unintentionally, unable to stand anymore teasing. Her mouth fell open in surprise when he pushed his cock into her all the way, a painful and delicious stretch around him. 

“Fuck,” she whined, dropping her forehead onto his shoulder. A shiver rippled through her, both from the pleasure of being filled by him and the cool ocean breeze that teased her warm flesh. 

“Sorry,” he whispered, leaning against his elbow to ghost his lips across her sternum apologetically. “I’m sorry,” he murmured again, sliding his hands up her smooth back to bring her closer and warm her up.

“It’s okay,” she exhaled with a breathy laugh. She allowed herself to lean into him, basking in the warmth of his body. Dean kissed her breast firmly, right where her heart was thudding for him—with desire and affection. 

“I want pizza,” he whispered suddenly. She had to stop herself from laughing as Dean circled his tongue around her nipple. She kissed the top of his head and slowly began undulating her hips. 

“Sounds good,” she hummed, beginning to lift herself up and dropping down on his lap slowly. Tormentingly slow. She kept him close, with one of her hands curled behind his neck, the other threading through the short hair behind his head. 

It was frustrating to be in such a cramped, slim chair, but Dean didn’t seem to mind. 

He took the blanket to lift it back up over her waist, and held it in place with his hand as she moved above him unhurriedly. She was more than sure that she could finish like this alone. Driven to the edge by the tiny sensations of her lover being impossibly close. Dean’s breath fanned over her neck, leaving her skin misty the longer he panted from her leisurely pace. 

There was nothing more heavenly than this moment. 

He made a path along her neck and jaw with his lips, leaving a few marks behind that she wouldn’t be able to hide with clothes. Dean wrapped his arm around her waist, clutching the blanket around her still, and met her thrusts at an equally gentle speed. 

She moaned at the fullness she felt in having him inside her, the drag of her slippery walls up and down his length, the brushing of his cock against the most sensitive spots inside her. 

Dean pressed his creased forehead to her cheekbone, his free hand veering up her thigh, so slow. He felt her. Lovingly, he touched her. At least she felt loved with the gradual glissade of his hand tracing the curves of her body, squeezing at certain parts he knew she liked to be touched. 

His touch sent sparks down to her clit. The possessive scrape of his blunt nails down her skin. The pinch of her nipples between two of his fingers, the deliciously rough tugging, the brushing around in teasing circles until they remained peaked and hard. 

“Fuck, you feel so good, Dean,” she mumbled, pressing her lips to his warm cheek.

“You do, too,” he sighed, finding her lips with his own. 

Dean sat up straight in the chair, his chapped, warm lips moved against hers. Using the same listless pace, he slipped his tongue into her mouth, and brought his hand down between her legs, where he thumbed between her folds until he found her swollen clit. 

She gasped at the gentlest brush of the pad of his finger against the sensitive pearl. Her walls clamped down around him tightly, sparks of pleasure from his skilled fingers creating a more powerful flame inside her that urged her to start moving faster in his lap. 

Dean moaned softly into her mouth, and pulled her to him with his arm around her waist, abandoning the blanket that once covered her body. She flexed her hands as they moved down his back when he lifted his hips upwards just a bit faster, meeting her pace, driven both by her pleasure and his own. 

She buried her face in his neck, biting into his taut flesh with her teeth and her nails scratching down his back, leaving behind red marks, and indentation against the canvas of his freckled skin. Dean grunted softly and did the same to her, desperate to feel her everywhere and completely driven by love. He barely grazed her skin with his short fingernails and bit into the skin between her neck and shoulder as his hips stuttered up into her.

“Please,” she murmured, kissing her way up his ear, “I want to feel you cum inside me, Dean.” Dean groaned deeply and bit his lip just as she decided to begin grinding down on him. 

Dean’s cock rammed deeply into her slick and warm insides until he finally came inside her. Slow, gentle pleasure warmed his skin, a buzzing and cotton sensation filled his brain the more he focused entirely on his pleasure until her walls began to squeeze around him tightly. Dean cursed softly into her ear and his hips bucked into her and he collapsed back into the beach lounger with her in his arms, whispering his name repeatedly as she gushed messily around him. 

Dean moved his hand away from her clit and he blindly searched for the blanket to cover both of them once again. The cool air made him feel just how much of their fluids began to drip out of her and he shivered. Her lips made their way back to his own, and a quiet laugh made her shake above him.

“What?” He mumbled, pressing a kiss to her open mouth.

“This might be the best day of my life, Dean.” Dean pulled back to gaze at her with a tiny smile. He brushed hair away from her slightly sweaty forehead, and caressed her heated cheek. “You, me, Sammy, Cas… the beach, lots of food, no more hunting,” she listed, turning her face slightly to kiss his palm. “You,” she grinned playfully.

Dean threw his head back as he laughed loudly. She watched with a more adoring smile that made him flush when he looked at her, his laughter slowly dying down. She bit her lip and lifted herself to let him slip out of her, his cock soft, and coated in their release. 

“Give me your shirt, so we go back in before they decide to order something you don’t want to eat today,” she snorted, taking the blanket with her as she stepped onto the irritating sand. She looked down shamelessly at his wet cock and tightened the wool cloth around her shoulders. 

Dean tutted, “no aftercare.” 

She rolled her eyes at him, but a smile still made its way onto her face. Dean shook his head with a childish pout, staring into her eyes seductively as he lifted his hips to pull his shorts up over his cock. 

“Well, we can shower together.” She shuffled forward, between his legs when he moved his legs to one side of the beach lounger, the cold sand beneath his feet making him shiver. “And clean each other up, and enjoy some… pizza… and watch whatever you want… and then… we can do whatever we want.” Dean slowly peeled the shirt off his body, staring into her loving gaze. “We have the rest of our lives together,” she whispered.

Dean grabbed her hips and tugged her back towards him. “I love you,” he told her softly, tugging the blanket from her body, urging her to climb back into his lap. 

“I love you,” she giggled, helping him put the shirt he wore on her body. His warmth still stuck to the shirt, as did the scent of him. She began to button it as he dropped kisses on her chest.

“Guys!” Sam shouted from the door. “We’re starving!” 

Miracle ran out from between Sam’s long legs and made his way to where her and Dean were. She carefully moved out of his lap, laughing as the fluffy dog spun in circles then took her discarded bikini bra from the sand and ran back inside to where Sam was.

“I think Miracle’s tryin’ to play,” Dean chuckled. He picked up his book, the glass, and the trash of his finished snacks, while she picked up her underwear. She snickered when she saw Sam tugging her bra from Miracle who got into a playful stance at Sam’s feet.

“Did you guys really- Ugh, nevermind!” Sam shook his head when he snatched her bra from Miracle’s mouth as if it had ick on it and stepped back inside, leaving the door open. Miracle waited loyally for her and Dean to return, and Cas appeared behind an impatient Miracle waving at the couple to hurry up.

“Hey, don’t bend down, I can see everything.” Dean smacked her ass and grinned, walking beside her. 

“I’ll try not to.” She bumped into him playfully. He wrapped his arm around her waist and kissed the top of her head.

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[zepskies]

Hi! I would love to hear what Ben thinks of the reader's music and what HIS favorite music is. Just picturing a grumpy, old Ben grumbling about "music nowadays" 😂

Hey there, lovely Anon!

Ohohooo, what a great question. 😂 I too can imagine Mr. Grouch trying to understand modern music:

I briefly explored this in Part 5 of Break Me Down, when they're (playfully) arguing about music:

And you talked—about the old-ass TV shows he never got to see the end of, and the new music he hated. You’d enjoyed (gently) teasing him about being an old man who didn’t understand Cardi B when you played it on his phone. You suspected he didn’t quite understand how all the bells and whistles worked on an iPhone yet. (But he’d taken it back from you before you could text anyone.) “In my day, there was a little more fucking class,” he’d said. “Sinatra. Nat King Cole. Christ, the fucking Beatles.”  You’d rolled your eyes at that. You liked all those guys too, actually. But that didn’t mean you couldn’t bang out all the words to “Bodak Yellow” and “Please Me.”

😂 A little more fucking class indeed, Benjamin.

As a more general Soldier Boy (Ben) x Reader situation, I explored Ben vs. 90s music in this imagine: Taking Ben to a 90’s themed club.🕺🏻

A highlight from that one:

For a while he just sits at the bar with you while you catch up with your friends. You're so damn excited, he can tell. The inside of the club is interesting, he supposes, with dim lighting and a DJ on the stage with a very sophisticated looking setup that Ben finds wholly unfamiliar. The music, however, is ass so far. What the fuck is this, Hip Hop? Rap? R&B? He can't tell, and he doesn't know any of the songs. It sounds like a bunch of fucking whining. And don't get him started on whatever you call grunge.

But as for Ben's favorite music...

It's my headcanon that he personally identified with the likes of Frank Sinatra ("My Way"), Dean Martin, Bing Crosby, Mel Torme, Nat King Cole, etc. He definitely would've come into adulthood on that and sought to emulate their lifestyle, not just like their music.

Him coming up in the 40s, he probably would've (secretly) liked a bit of Doris Day and Ella Fitzgerald. (In BMD world, it would probably remind him of his mother.)

But there's also some edge to him. He would've embraced some "free love" to to speak lol, so getting through the 60s and 70s, I think he would've liked the Beatles, Rolling Stones, maybe some Bruce Springsteen, Billy Joel, and Aerosmith coming into the 80s.

Interestingly, from that scene in the Legend's penthouse we know he had Air Supply on in the background, so maybe he's secretly into some classic love songs from the 70s/80s. 😂 Maybe some Bee Gees, Spandau Ballet, stuff like that...

Though God forbid someone try to tease him about it.

Especially when he starts to dip into some of your music when you're not looking. 😏

[glassconfined]

saw headcanons: music taste

peter strahm always struck me as an enjoyer of the oldies but goodies. frank sinatra, dean martin, eddy arnold, chet baker . . . jazz & swing. i like to think he used to play the saxophone at a jazz club in his youth, a side gig for cash.

it seems like everyone associates mark hoffman with nu metal and rock, which means it’s hard for me to envision anything different. three days grace, korn, system of a down, breaking benjamin, slipknot.

though i can’t find it now, i do seem to remember the mentions of posters and whatnot in adam faulkner-stanheight’s apartment practically confirming his love for things of the alt rock variety. bands like the ramones, the sex pistols, the clash, misfits, buzzcocks.

. . . but if you ask me, i’ve always thought adam faulkner-stanheight would also enjoy 80s new wave. oingo boingo, depeche mode, tears for fears, talking heads, joy division.

lawrence gordon falls into the same boat as peter strahm for me, oldies but goodies. i venture he’d go even older, more pretentious in his boasting for a love of tchaikovsky and alessandro moreschi. i imagine classical music and opera are highly ranked for him.

allison kerry strikes me as a lover of fleetwood mac & stevie nicks, i think most of her favorites come from the 60s-70s. other artists i see her liking: the shangri-las, tanya tucker, nico, nancy sinatra, lesley gore, kate bush, dolly parton, tammy wynette.

lindsey perez . . . a tough nut for me to crack. my gut instinct goes latin pop, or pop in general, and maybe R&B. las ketchup, blu cantrell, fugees (neither pop nor R&B, sure, but who confines their taste to just a genre), shakira, selena.

[rizzolixisles]

The Rizzoli & Isles Alphabet Challenge

Hi everyone! We're so excited to host our first event — the Rizzoli & Isles Alphabet Challenge!

This will be an ongoing challenge, meaning you can start whenever you want and go at your own pace! Each letter has a couple options and some are pretty general so that you can interpret it as you wish. There are also some repeats to add flexibility.

Participate in whatever way you wish—gifs, photo sets, fan art, playlists, fanfic, etc.—and get as creative as you want! Tag #rizzolixisles and #rialphabetchallenge so we can see and reblog your posts!

A - Angela Rizzoli / Agent Dean / Apartment B - Barry Frost / Bass / Bucket List C - Charles Hoyt / Car Rides D - the Dirty Robber / Dinner E - Episodes / East Meets West (6.16) / Extras F - Flashback / Family G - Grammar / Games H - Hope Martin / Hugs I - I Kissed a Girl (1.06) / Imitation Game (6.04) J - Jane Rizzoli / Jo Friday / Jealousy K - Kitchen / Killer in High Heels (4.04) L - LLBFFs / Living Proof (2.02) M - Maura Isles / Money for Nothing (1.05) N - Nina Holiday / Nicknames O - OTP / Ocean Frank (7.13) P - Pilot / Paddy Doyle / Pajamas Q - Quotes / Quips R - the Rizzolis / Rizzles / Running S - Sleepovers / Sean Cavanaugh T - Tommy Rizzoli / Teasing U - Undercover / (homicide) Unit V - Vince Korsak / Virtual Love (3.13) W - What Doesn’t Kill You (3.01) / Water X - xoxo / x-rays Y - Yoga / You’re Gonna Miss Me When I’m Gone (4.16) / Your favorite episode Z - Zzz / Zen

[oesker]

username song game

rules: put a song for every letter in your username

o - our last summer by abba

e - everybody loves me by onerepublic

s - somewhere only we know by keane

k - kids in the sky by das kope

e - everybody loves somebody by dean martin

r - rumour has it by adele

@pretentiouswreckingball thank youu ly i’ll listen to all the songs you wrote😈😈

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[juju-or-anya]

Here is my personal list of young characters who, from my perspective, suffer from parentification or play parental roles, whether for their siblings or even their own parents. Some cases are more obvious than others, and in some cases it is necessary to analyze their history and context to fully understand their situation. There is no specific order, I just list them as they come to mind. Maybe at some point I'll go into more detail about why I selected each one, but for now, this is simply a list. Some may even be half Headcanon, so don't despair:

Fiona Gallagher (Shameless)

Lip Gallagher (Shameless)

Katara (Avatar)

Bianca Di Angelo (Percy Jackson - Rick Riordan)

Hylla Ramírez-Arellano (Los Héroes del Olimpo - Rick Riordan)

Katniss Everdeen (The Hunger Games - Suzanne Collins)

Beth March (Little Woman - Louisa May Alcott)

Stiles Stilinski (Teen Wolf)

Dean Winchester (Supernatural)

Thalia Grace (Percy Jackson - Rick Riodan)

Tyler Galpin (Wednesday - Netflix)

Luke Catellan (Percy Jackson - Rick Riordan - pero al principio, antes de llegar al campamento)

Lord Anthony Bridgerton (The Bridgerton - Julia Quinn)

Sirius Black (Los Merodeadores - Fanon)

Lord Ned Stark (A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin)

Dick Grayson (Batman - DC)

Elsa (Frozen - Disney)

Tadashi Hamada (Big Heroe 6 - Disney)

Nani (Lilo & Stitch - Disney)

Brandon Foster (The Fosters)

Tory Nichols (Cobra Kai)

Ruby Matthews (Sex Education)

Maeve Wiley (Sex Education)

Matilda Wormwood (Matilda)

Jack Frost (Rise of the Guardians)

At this moment I can't think of more, I will continue adding as I think of more characters.

[atonalginger]

on the jukebox at the Dugout Inn

🎶How lucky can one guy be? I kissed her and she kissed me. Like the fella once said, "Ain't that a kick in the head?"

The room was completely black. I hugged her and she hugged back. Like the sailor said, quote, "Ain't that a hole in the boat?"

My head keeps spinning. I go to sleep and keep grinning. If this is just the beginning, My life is gonna be beautiful.

I've got sunshine enough to spread. It's just like the fella said, "Tell me quick: ain't love a kick in the head?"🎶

--Kick in the Head by Dean Martin

At some point, after the first story arc has played out, Vadim will get to take Dawn back to the Dugout Inn for some R&R and a night of dancing will absolutely be on the docket.

[autolenaphilia]

Transfem authors of fiction: a list

I wrote a version of this list in Swedish for a meatspace friend, figure I might redo it for a tumblr audience. The books recommended are usually novels, and in case of prolific authors, the one recommended is usually the most successful and acclaimed one. I haven't read all of these, but I'm working on it. The list is in alphabetical order after the author's last name. I added some notes to the list, to introduce the authors and their books.

Nota Bene this list is based on my personal research, and largely reflects my own tastes in fiction, as in what I've read and considered reading. And it is of course not at all complete. And it's a transfem authors list, so no transmasc authors no matter how worthy. And it's about authors of fiction, not memoirs or non-fiction. So no Christine Jorgensen, even if she wrote a book I want to read. And Jan Morris gets in based on her two Hav novels, not her more prolific non-fiction work. Links are to my reviews on this blog if they exist.

Anders, Charlie Jane - SF/F writer, debuted with Choir Boy (2005), but most famous for All The Birds in the Sky (which won a Nebula).

Aoki, Ryka - her latest sf/f novel Light from Uncommon Stars is her most popular, but she has published both fiction and poetry before.

Becker, Saga - Våra Tungor Smakar våld (Swedish author, her book is untranslated, although quite good)

Binnie, Imogen - Nevada

Daniels, April - Dreadnought and its sequel Sovereign. Novels about a teenage trans girl superhero.

Deane, Maya - Wrath Goddess Sing

Felker-Martin, Gretchen - Manhunt (horror novel)

Kaveney, Roz - Tiny Pieces of Skull (also wrote the Rhapsody of Blood fantasy series, plus numerous poetry collections and non-fiction)

Kiernan, Caitlin R. - Usually categorized as a horror author, written numerous novels and short stories since her debut novel SIlk in 1998. The most acclaimed are probably her novels The Red Tree and The Drowning Girl (which won the Bram Stoker Award)

Leitz, May - Fluids and Girlflesh (review forthcoming)

Morris, Jan - Hav (mostly wrote non-fiction, history books and travel literature, Hav is an omnibus of her two novels about Hav, both "imagined travelogues" about a fictitious country)

Peters, Torrey - Detransition Baby

Plett, Casey - Little Fish (Lambda award winner)

Pollack, Rachel - Prolific writer of several kinds of books, including a pioneering career as a sf/f writer. Did her fictional debut with a short story in a 1971 anthology (credited under her deadname) and published her first novel Golden Vanity in 1980, which are literally the earliest pieces of fiction by an out trans person (not memoir or non-ficton) I've been able to find. So very much a pioneer. Her most acclaimed book is probably Godmother Night (1996) which won the World Fantasy Award. Also wrote comics, most notably Doom Patrol.

Rumfitt, Alison - Tell me I'm Worthless

Serano, Julia - 99 Erics (her debut as a novelist after years of pioneering transfeminist writing and poetry)

Thornton, Jeanne - Summer Fun (Lambda award winner)

[fredandginger64]

Dean Martin on the September 23, 1965 episode of The Dean Martin Show making sure everybody knows it's Shari Lewis, S-H-A-R-I Lewis. Not to be confused with JERRY LEWIS. He just couldn't help himself, he had to do it. These two were like two love struck teenagers. Just another example of each of them being in whatever the other ever did. They kept each other close💓

[youremyheaven]

RM/Namjoon: Kibbe Analysis

Namjoon will be the first man I'll do a Kibbe analysis for😌bc I adore him and is so far the only man who has never let me down lmao

Anywaayss, Namjoon is often typed in online Kibbe communities as a Flamboyant Natural/FN but today I'm making a case for him being an SD/Soft Dramatic.

Pretty much everybody gets typed as some type of Natural online but this is wrong most of the time. Also bear in mind that SD is one of the most common Kibbe types along with Naturals.

Namjoon does like to wear a lot of denim and somehow denim= Natural according to a lot of people but here's my take on it.

FN men are described as having broad, blunt shoulders and broader chests, along with long limbs and height. They have broadness in some parts of their bodies, and wider bones (wider hands and feet, sharp jaw-lines, larger noses). When they pack on muscle, their body becomes a T-shape. Their upper bodies are kind of massive and they have a long vertical line.

Verified FN celebs include Clint Eastwood, Dick Van Dyke, and Hugh Jackman.

Namjoon is 5'11 or 181 cm

He has broad shoulders and long limbs. However, he's not broad and blunt all throughout. He has some softness to him.

The main difference between FN men and SD men are in their faces and their silhouette

L to R

Hugh Jackman and Clint Eastwood (both verified FN)

its easy to see how they both have long limbs, visibly appear very tall and have a very straight broad, blunt body structure. They're very "long looking" for the lack of a better word.

Namjoon has a softer, fleshier body type (sorry about the picture quality tho 😔) and he visibly has a small waist 😉which means he does not have a "straight" frame like the Naturals. The difference may seem subtle among male body types but Namjoon is not as blunt or broad as Clint or Hugh.

He has a more angular body with some softness to him.

Soft Dramatic men have an angular frame, slender bones, and long vertical line, with some Romantic softness to them. They are strong and manly looking with long features, angular noses, etc, but they have some softness to their flesh, sometimes to their lips and cheeks. Their bodies can look very bulky when they gain muscle 👀

(L to R)

Clark Gable and Matthew McConaughey (both verified SD)

Bottom row: Namjoon

All SD men have a prominent waist whereas Natural men have a wide, straight, broad frame. From the above pictures its obvious that Namjoon also has a smaller waist.

(L to R)

John Travolta, Dean Martin

Matthew McConaughey, Clark Gable

Christian Bale and Namjoon

all the other men are verified Soft Dramatic

look at how almost all of them have dimpled smiles 😍and a similar oval-ish face shape, along with long angular noses and sharp jawlines. Their faces have a combination of sharp and soft features.

Namjoon has Romantic & Dramatic essence and looks best in outfits that honours both of these.

He's so sexy and powerful and has the aura of a leader or a CEO. He just looks so at home in these outfits; they truly make him shine and bring out that sexy tsundere charm of his<3

Compare the above looks to these looks. He loves to dress like a boho hippie plant dad which is very endearing but not the most flattering on him imo

I know he's mostly dressing for comfort in these airport pics but I'm just trying to show that these are all outfits that would flatter a Natural type but it does not flatter him because he's a Soft Dramatic.

[medium-observation]

AUGUST RELEASE

Beetlejuice - First US National Tour

February 19, 2023 - Medium Observation

Video

Cast:

Justin Collette (Beetlejuice), Isabella Esler (Lydia Deetz), Britney Coleman (Barbara Maitland), Will Burton (Adam Maitland), Jesse Sharp (Charles Deetz), Kate Marilley (Delia Deetz), Lexie Dorsett Sharp (u/s Miss Argentina), Abe Goldfarb (Otho), Brian Vaughn (Maxie Dean), Karmine Alers (Maxine Dean/Juno), Jackera Davis (Girl Scout), Ryan Breslin (s/w Ensemble), Morgan Harrison (s/w Ensemble)

Notes:

Excellent video of the tour, featuring Lexie's second show as Miss Argentina. There is a head on the left side that is always worked around and doesn't take away at all. some washout is seen in wideshots but it's minimal.

NFT Date: February 6, 2024

Screenshots: https://flic.kr/s/aHBqjAsWs4

Video is $20

Some Like it Hot (Shaiman and Wittman) - Broadway

April 26, 2023 - Medium Observation

Video | Matinée

Cast:

Christian Borle (Joe/Josephine), J. Harrison Ghee (Jerry/Daphne), Adrianna Hicks (Sugar), Kevin Del Aguila (Osgood), NaTasha Yvette Williams (Sweet Sue), Adam Heller (Mulligan), Mark Lotito (Spats), Angie Schworer (Minnie), TyNina Rene Brandon (Ensemble), DeMarius R. Copes (Ensemble), Casey Garvin (Ensemble), Devon Hadsell (Ensemble), Jenny Hill (Ensemble), KJ Hippensteel (Ensemble), Jarvis B. Manning (Ensemble), Brian Martin (Ensemble), Abby Matsusaka (Ensemble), Amber Owens (Ensemble), Charles South (Ensemble), Brendon Stimson (Ensemble), Raena White (Ensemble), Richard Riaz Yoder (Ensemble)

Notes:

Absolutely Flawless video. There is a small head on the bottom left but it only obstructs the very front of the stage. The whole cast was really fantastic.

NFT Date: February 6, 2024

Screenshots: https://flic.kr/s/aHBqjABxXi

Video is $20

Videos can be purchased through me at mediumobservationtrading@gmail.com

[autistpride]

How many of these famous autists do you recognize? And this isn't even a complete list!

So many amazing wonderful people are autistic. I will never understand why people hate us so much.

Actors/actresses/entertainment:

Chloe Hayden

Talia Grant

Rachel Barcellona

Sir Anthony Hopkins

Dan Akroyd

David Byrne

Darryl Hannah

Courtney Love

Jerry Seinfeld

Roseanne Barr

Jennifer Cook

Chuggaaconroy

Stephanie Davis

Rick Glassman

Paula Hamilton

Dan Harmon

Paige Layle

Matthew Labyorteaux

Wentworth Miller

Desi Napoles

Freddie Odom Jr

Kim Peek

Sue Ann Pien

Henry Rodriguez

Scott Steindorff

Ian Terry

Tara Palmer -Tomkinson

Albert Rutecki

Billy West

Alexis Wineman- Miss America contestant

Athletes:

Jessica- Jane Applegate

Michael Brannigan

David Campion

Brenna Clark

Ulysse Delsaux

Tommy Dis Brisay

Jim Eisenreich

Todd Hodgetts

John Howard

Anthony Ianni

Lisa Llorens

Clay Matzo

Frankie Macdonald

Jason McElwain

Chris Morgan

Max Park

Cody Ware

Amani Williams

Samuel Von Einem

Musicians:

Susan Boyle

Elizabeth Ibby Grace

David Byrne

Johnny Dean

Tony DeBlois

Christopher Dufley

Jody Dipiazza

Pertti Kurikka

James Jagow

Ladyhawke

Kodi Lee

Left at London

Red Lewis Clark

Abz Love

Thristan Mendoza

Heidi Mortenson

Hikari Oe

Matt Savage

Graham Sierota

SpaceGhostPurp

Mark Tinley

Donald Triplett

Aleksander Vinter

Comedians:

Hannah Gatsby

Robert White

Bethany Black

Scientists/inventors/mathematians/Researchers:

Damian Milton

Bram Cohen

Michelle Dawson

Carl Sagan

Writers:

Neil Gaimen

Mel Bags

Kage Baker

Amy Swequenza

M. Remi Yergeau

Sean Barron

Lydia X Z Brown

Matt Burning

Dani Bowman

Nicole Cliffe

Laura Kate Dale

Aoife Dooley

Corrine Duyvus

Marianne Eloise

Jory Flemming

Temple Grandin

John R Hall

Naomi Higashida

Helan Hoang

Liane Holliday Willey

Luke Jackson

Rosie King

Thomas A McKean

Johnathan Mitchell

Jack Monroe

Caiseal Mor

Morenike Giwa- Onaiwu

Jasmine O'Neill

Brant Page Hanson

Dawn Prince-Hughs

Sue Robin

Stephen Shore

Andreas Souvitos

Sarah Stup

Susanna Tamaro

Chuck Tingle

Donna Williams

Leaders:

Julia Bascom

Ari Ne'eman

Sarah Marie Acevedo

Sharon Davenport

Joshua Collins

Conner Cummings

Kevin Healy

Poom Jenson

Amy Knight

Jared O'Mara

David Nelson

Shaun Neumeier

Master Sgt. Shale Norwitz

Jim Sinclair

Judy Singer

Dr. Vernon Smith

Artists:

Miina Akkijjyrkka

Danny Beath

Deborah Berger

Larry John Bissonnette

Patrick Francis

Goby

Jorge Gutierrez

Lina Long

Johnathan Lerman

Julian Martin

Haley Moss

Morgan Harper Nichols

Tim Sharp

Gilles Tehin

Willem Van Genk

Richard Wawro

Poets:

David Eastham

Christopher Knowles

David Miedzianik

Henriette Seth F