#Mickey Madden

[stacys-mom-has-got-it-goin-on]

kid: mom! those hot guys you like moved in next door? those guys called marooned 5?

mom: *sprints through the kitchen, knocking past kitchen chairs* move, move!!!

*slids across floor, slams into sliding glass door, stumbles back a little, composes self*

kid: *opens sliding glass door*

mom: *continues running*

[thecoolestfreakyouknow]

The fact that doctor who just spells out that Rose and the doctor have romantic feelings multiple times and moves on with no follow up. Everyone in the room accepts they are in love and yet it is somehow still unsaid in the same moment. I see why everyone invoked in the ‘who’ in superwholock are true tumblr girlies. It’s about saying it but never actually saying it. Unfinished sentences and all that

[magicalpoison]

A taste for you (Vamp!Donnie x F!Reader)

this a lemon/smut - No minors, All characters are 18+ including reader

Requested by: @ashleighclark98

Pairing: Vampire Donatello (Bayverse) x Female Reader

Request: 89. Mating season 58. Turtle bedroom 142. “Bite me.” 123. “Don’t hold back.” 96. Making out with 5. “MINE.” and Turning into a vampire

TW: Smut/lemon, oral (female recieving), Swearing, Mentions of blood, possible - likely grammar errors

A/N:This one turned out to be my goddamn favorite, less talking, more just romantic, passionate and just intimate things. I spent so long tryna rewrite the beginning though that I gave up after a while. Still we are all here for the smut not the story!

How terrible, truly how terrible this entire mistake had been. Donatello, the genius he is, made an error of the worst kind. He had taken it upon himself to see if he could any way alter the ooze that made him and his brothers the people - or turtles they were today. Attempting to perhaps further him and his brothers own skills or to fix others they affected by the ooze, however, a spill brought by a flying skateboard, thank you mikey,  lead to each brother coming into contact with the ooze. At first it held no real side effects, it seemed they were unchanged. That was their first contact with a human.It came as a surprise to all four brothers these strange changes, ranging from a heightened sense of hearing to the worst a hunger, a need for blood. All four brothers decided to remain in hiding until this matter was solved, so Donatello was under a bit of pressure this fine night. So excuse him for having forgotten to inform his girlfriend of the events at hand. He did not think she would be so brave to actually show up the sewers and his lab to demand the whereabouts of her boyfriend.

Donnie held his head down looking through the microscope eyeing the small sample of ooze as it moved under the glass. Him giving an annoyed hum at the unchanging ooze, it remaining unaltered by his added chemicals. The purple clad turtle adjusting his glasses seemingly blocking out the world only hearing a few mutters from outside his designated space. He just suspected it was all from Mickey, still determined to find a name for what they had become, claiming they were vampires or other things of such nonsense. “ (Y/n)! Wait” Leo called out following the angry and annoyed woman as she ran into the lab, ignoring the brothers as they tried to get her to leave. “Donnie!” Her usually sweet voice laced with anger causing the purple clad turtle to flinch a bit as he looked away from the ooze sample up to his sweet dove clearly fuming with such anger. It was only when he looked up at her, green eyes pleading for mercy that it hit him like a truck. Full speed and without warning a boiling rush of a feeling. “Dove…” He sighed his sweet pet name falling on deaf ears as (Y/n) anger for being stood up on their date was too strong to be swayed by sweet nothings.

“Nope! No Dove this or that, I need an explanation mister as to why i was left on a rooftop by myself?” She huffed glaring at the turtle before her eyes trailed the table before him. Papers, arrangements of chemicals and beakers strung about the usually clean lab. Indicator Donnie was struggling with whatever invention or ooze extrication he was working on. A deep inhale (Y/n) looked back at the turtle, his eyes lowered down. Donatello was trying to ignore the burning feeling coursing through his veins like a plague, a hunger. He squeezing his eyes closed tightly behind those large specs he wore did nothing against the thumping sound of her heart. He heard it clear as day, a soft rhythmic sound calming and maddening all at once. “It’s hard to explain Dove,” He muttered, hanging his head. (Y/n) frowned at his reaction, adding in the mess of a lab and room. Instinctively (Y/n) reached a hand out seeking to comfort the turtle but just as her fingers grazed the skin of his cheek his hand shot up gripping her wrist. (Y/n) jumped at the sudden grip, but came to relax as did his grip on her wrist did.

Those once green eyes opened to instead fade to a piercing red, gazing from his pretty little dove to her hand he held in his. Such a tiny wrist. He thought to himself looking at her hand running his thumb over her delicate wrist feeling her pulse race beneath her skin. Bringing her wrist up to his lips he pressed a delicate kiss along her soft skin. Even as his eyes closed he could tell she was flustered by such a move, her pulse speeding up making the man crack a smirk against her skin. Curious he looked up to see (Y/n) all flushed in the cheeks looking down at him all wide eyed. Such a cute reaction made the turtle want more, to see what other expressions she would make as his lips moved elsewhere along her skin. Donatello gave a low hum standing up he released her wrist from his grasp still leaving his dove standing there in bewilderment. Walking past her to the door of his lab he closed it, shutting himself and her off from the world and his brothers. He took a moment to collect his thoughts as the makeshift door clicked with confirmation that it was shut tight. Should he be doing this? Letting these thoughts go to his head and finally giving into hunger that rumpled inside him. He groaned even from these few feet away he could hear her breathe out a shaky sigh, the sound of the concrete beneath her shoes as she turned to look at him. She too finally managed to collect her thoughts.

“I just want to know why you bailed Don,” She gave a soft plea, his actions obviously enough to calm what anger she had. Donatello looked back at her with that usual nervous smile and gave a quiet “Tis’ the season I suppose, couldn’t risk it,” He said a fair warning that it was indeed mating season for his species, though he as well as his brothers knew that was not the whole truth. Truly didn’t matter or it mattered very much seeing as all she had been doing was standing in his presence, it alone was driving him to his limits. He walked up to the small woman, small in comparison to him at least. He is always towering over here, much larger than any normal man even at his young adult age of twenty. (Y/n) obviously didn’t believe him at first as the mess of a lab area said there was much more going on, but trying to speak about it proved futile especially to such charms. “Are you sure ‘cause it looks like-” (Y/n) was cut off again as she tried to touch or at least gesture towards the experiments with the ooze, and yet again Donatello had a grip on her wrist in a matter of seconds. This time however his hand didn’t remain there letting her wrist go and instead both those large green calloused hands held her face still long enough to press a heated unexpected but short kiss to them.

Donatello had panicked, worried she touched the ooze by accident and he let his body lead him to stopping it, its method of choice apparently being one of physical affection. (Y/n) didn’t fight it, falling victim almost immediately as she melted into the kiss and hands. He pulled away just as her lips parted expecting, craving more. Eyes opened to meet each other, it was only then that (Y/n) noticed the shift in eye color. Strange. She thought looking into those dark red eyes that bored into hers, eyeing her with a hunger and depth she could not entirely explain. Donatello gave in that very moment, looking down at her lips parted, breath held waiting patiently for more, for something else he caved. Behaving be damned, he was going to let instinct take over. His fingers tangled in her hair as he gave her a smile, a final warning to his need before he collided their lips together once more. Taking her breath with every move of his lips, pulling her closer by her head, leading her till she was fully against his plastron. Though each kiss was dripping with hunger it also held such passion, as if he stood to savor each movement from her.

(Y/n) felt her breath escape her, her chest heaving against the solid form of his plastron. His tall frame enveloped her, hide her from all sight and sound till it was only him in her senses. Hearing his amused hums and groans as the kiss developed into something more heated or as her hands trailed along his body. His lips all she could feel as the brushed and pulled at her own, prying her mouth open allowing him the access to have his tongue roam the inside of her mouth. Her eyes closed and yet her thoughts wandered playing images of what his face could possibly look like at this very moment, replaying the scenes of previous heated rendezvous they had shared, but all simple in comparison to what was happening now.

Donatello felt a frenzy of small taps along his shielded chest, a sign his love had to make when she required a moment. Without protest he pulled away letting the two a moment to breathe again, but remaining close. They sharing the air between them with each struggle and shaky inhale and exhale. (Y/n) pressed her lips into a thin line unsure of what to say or do in such a moment, though they done this plenty of times before this one remained to be different, to awaken her own human needs for satisfaction. Donatello seemed to realize this, how could he not when the pounding heart and pleading eyes were the only things he saw and heard. All he needs as well. He stepped back from her, the dissipation of body heat left both feeling strangely cold though both were dressed and feeling hot not moments ago. Releasing her from his grip he instead took her hand gently in his larger one as he led her away from his lab into the corner that became his room. Guiding her to walk backwards right into the side of the bed, letting her gently fall back with the lightest push.

She all too willingly allowed herself onto the springy mattress and soft sheets, him falling right after her, hovering over her for a moment. No words spoken, just begging glances exchanged before that primal instinct took over. His lips found hers again in a desperate heated kiss, this one rougher than the last likely to bruise to lips of hers, but what did she care.The (h/c) girl tossed her arms over the turtle’s shoulders and shell trying to pull him down close to her burning yet cold body. She needed some sense of closeness between the two but it remained a pointless venture as Donatello didn’t budge. Why? Because the kiss was not meant to last. He pulled away to instead allow those soft lips of his to linger down onto her neck. Hearing the rushing of her blood and the pounding of her heart do its finest to keep up with her aroused state, he smirked. “Mine~” He purred in between soft delicate kisses that quickly turned into light nips and licks along her throat. Sending a chill crawling down (Y/n)’s spine as she lay beneath him, hands exploring the firm body above her. His hands did the same, one remained holding him up to avoid crushing his pretty Dove. The other began exploring her clothed body, analyzing her outfit of choice to see if it would remain on or be removed soon enough. Thankfully it was a pretty little number she wore tonight, a dress. Donnie would be perfectly content with leaving her inside but still having access to the prize at hand.

Donatello seemed to have little patience at this moment, as did (Y/N). They both trailed their hands down past the other's hips to brush past the straining cores of their bodies. They sat there in their soft pants, laughing despite Donnie’s assault on her neck. "Donnie." Hearing his name breathed out like some unholy prayer made the purple-clad mutant shiver with delight. Oh how he wanted to hear her say that again. He pulled his face from the nape of her neck looking down at the woman beneath him. “Yes (Y/n)?” He returned her name like summer, hot till the end. “I’m sorry,” Her words caught him off guard. Yes, perhaps she arrived angry, but he was wrong for not saying a single thing about the events that transpired. He sighed, shaking his head at her pointless but meaningful words. “No, it's I who should be sorry. So allow me the chance to make up for it,” He spoke sweetly, words like silk yet sent a shiver of ice running along (Y/n) spine. She nodded, not able to find the words to deny him such a chance. This was especially when it was clear his genius mind already knew exactly how he was to do so. The turtle chuckled, he did indeed have an idea in mind. Instead, he let letting his hand trail down to her leg following her inner calf and thigh up and right back down. Donnie lifted himself off from above her, instead opting to kneel on the floor beside the bed. Slowly as if she were some delicate research and experiment he began to remove pieces of her attire, starting with her shoes. As he gently raised her leg, he kissed her teasingly along her flesh, removing each one with such care. Following her other leg then trailing up her lifted the trim of the dress slowly revealing more and more of her legs than her abdomen.

He chuckled at how silent (Y/n) fell looking up at her now propped up on her elbows watching him with that cute flustered face again. “If i do something you like then don’t hold back pretty Dove~” He purred knowing exactly how to time his words as they were quickly followed by a ghost-like kiss right above the lining of her undergarments. (Y/n) gasped and whined following such a light touch, he was so close to where she needed him most that only then did she realize how wet she was. Barely anything was touched and yet he had this woman soaked and craving more. Donatello smiled, the once dorky sort of quiet turtle almost looked smug, clearly proud of himself and his ability to get this woman going. The mutant did not torment his lover for long as he too was feeling the straining sinsation of his manhood against those shorts he wore, the did little to conceal the obviously erection he was sporting and while (Y/n) did take notice of it she was quickly distracted as Donatello rubbed a single digit along the thin cotton fabric of her undergarments. Over the concealed wetness of her cunt making her writhe against the bed. Slowly building such anticipation he slowly removed her panties from her body, (Y/n) not needing to move a muscle as the green mutant was strong enough to lift her hips for her with ease. Removing the fabric he tossed it aside for later clean up, turning his head back to her now exposed nether regions he leaned down not giving (Y/n) a moment to process the cold against her heated core before his tongue slid between her folds giving her a long teasing lick.

This motion prompted a very loud gasp to arise out of the woman as Donatello took a second to enjoy the lingering taste of her on his tongue. Only for a second though before it faded from him leading the mutant to lower his head back down for another and another. The mutant remained unmoving from his spot between her legs, his tongue hot from body heat remained tracing over her entrance, prodding it and rubbing against her clit in ways that drove (Y/n) mad. The young man was obviously fully aware of what he was doing and how to do it as she was nothing but incoherent cries and muttered of pleas on the sheets of his bed. Head hanging back as her elbows struggled to keep her up right, her body quaking with delicious delirium. Through her own cries and whispers of his name did she hear and feel his own moan against her trembling core. She forced herself to open her eyes peering down past her own body to Donatello enjoying his tasing of her, his hands firmly wrapped around his cock stroking the hardened member as he did so. Donatello from the time he began devouring his lover had grown a bit too needy for his liking, needing to desperately relieve some of the pressure he sought to get himself further down to his satisfaction with her. If the air in (Y/n)’s lung had not already been wasted on moaning and begging in bliss she would have felt it knocked out of her lungs again with such a sight.

It was the last straw needed for her elbows to give in, letting her upper body collapse onto the bed with a whine followed by his name. “Donnie~!” She begged for his attention, finally pulling the turtle from such a sweet dessert. Though he stopped his feverish eating he still remained in close proximity of her cunt, her feeling his hot breath panting slightly against her needy heat. “I need you.” She begged, one hand releasing itself from the sheets she held in a vice grip, the dark purple fabric remaining scrunched up as she reached out to the turtle before her. Donatello stood, not one to deny a lady, especially when they sounded so god damn hot begging like that. He stood up from his knees, both hands reaching down to take firm hold of her hips pulling her further off the edge of the bed and raising them to meet him. He leaned over down to her, his pretty little girlfriend looking so fucking beautiful as she laid there looking back at him waiting for his next move. “You are too cute princess~” He purred his tongue trailing his lips, wiping away any lingering residue from his feast. (Y/n) blushed, though she was sure it could not be seen through her already burning flustered skin.

“Who do you belong to?” His question came a bit as a surprise to (Y/n), nevertheless she found his lowered voice and demanding tone only to further her arousal. Donatello held her hips up with one hand pressed firmly up into her lower back. The other took hold of his shaft running it along her slick folds, his head teasing her entrance but not moving any farther till he got an answer. He raised a brow at her, those eyes piercing her with such an impatient and dominating gaze. Unlike her usual Donnie, but either way she loved it. “You.” Her words were nothing but a shaky whisper but it was good enough from the impatient Donatello. Sliding himself into her with such ease to feel her walls flutter around him trying to adjust to the large girth of him. He ventured back to his assault on her neck and collarbone as he whispered sweet nothing into her ears about how good she felt and how beautiful she was. He waited a moment more before pulling back only to collide with her hips again, bearing down into her core at a fast pace. Donatello was usually a man to take his time, but at this given moment he wanted nothing more than to reach his climax and to bring (Y/n) to hers.

“Fuck.” he groaned into her neck, his words of ecstasy drowned out by (Y/n)s repeating moans, his little dove singing for him in such a pretty way, but he could not risk her getting any louder. Sitting up Donatello resorted to clamping a hand over her mouth trying to muffle her lewd song. Besides it was only for him to hear, no one else should get such a pleasure as to hear her cry for him. His sudden hand forced her eyes open looking at her boyfriend in a lustful haze earning a smile from the ninja above her. “Shhh~ Bite me if you need to, but you must be at least somewhat quite gorgeous.” He whispered in her ear earning a desperate nod from his partner. With her moans now muffled (Y/n) needing to bite down on her own boyfriend’s hand to prevent her from getting louder, Donnie took that as a chance to pick up the pace and bite her himself. Attacking her neck leaving a path of hickeys and bruises along her sick and bucked into her hard. Both were already amidst the path to their arousal from his earlier teasing but now he was teetering the edge of it. Feeling his cock twitch in her as he raised her hips higher adjusting his position to plunge deeper he moaned in her ear, each lewd sound followed by a heave for air. The change in position allowed him the chance to hit that perfect spot for the already hazed (Y/n), her back arching off the bed and teeth baring down into the flesh of his hand. Donatello was also getting louder, resulting in him biting down into her neck a little harder than he intended, both drawing blood as they struggled to keep their voices down.

With him fucking into her like his life depended on it he found himself not thinking properly, trying desperately to find their climax. So as the sudden hint of blood, her blood touched his tongue he lost all sense of control. Opening his mouth wide to allow his fangs out he buried his teeth back into her. Iron taste of blood coated his mouth, a sharp and short lived twinge of pain shot through (Y/n)’s body, it seemed to be the final push that both needed. (Y/n) walls clenched around him at his base as Donnie gave a few final driving thrust into her before he came. His seed coating her walls as he pulled back from her neck. (Y/n) in her final attempt to remain silent through her own climax bit down as hard as possible on Donnie’s hand drawing her own small amount of blood that too found its way onto her tongue. Both released each other as the purple-clad turtle gave a few final small movements draining himself and her of all the energy they had.

Pulling out of her Donnie had to steady himself a moment still feeling the effects of such a high. He sighed walking away a moment to let (Y/n) try and catch her breath as he went on the search for a cloth suitable enough to clean the two up. Returning, (Y/n) sat up to meet eyes with the turtle as he assisted in cleaning her up. (Y/n) gave an audible small gasp but not at her still sensitive cunt but at the clear bite mark and blood on her lover’s hand. Reaching out she took it in her smaller hands pressing a soft apologetic kiss to his wound. “So am I forgiven?” He asked sweetly joining her on the bed as he discarded the cloth. The exhausted woman gave a soft laugh as she was pulled up close to his chest, cuddling into him she nodded. “I suppose that will do,” (Y/n) said, pressing a final kiss to his lips. Donatello smiled fully willing to accept that answer, ready to collapse into sleep with his lovely dove beside him. 

[sisitrip]

Gallavich A.U.gust 2023, paging @gallavichthings

My submission for Day 2 - Surfer/Lifeguard - "Put Your Lips Together and Blow"

(A day late and a dollar short, so I'm serving up a little smickety-smut lol)

________________________ The tower is stifling hot but Mickey doesn’t care. A well earned lesson is about to be imparted. 

“Our agreement was that you’d visit and no matter what you saw, you wouldn’t interfere,” Ian murmurs as he works. 

Mickey rises on his toes as Ian slowly pours ice cold water over his back entrance. He huffs, bent over and burning inside while Ian holds him fast by the neck. Despite having Mickey spread naked over the wooden table in this seventh-level-of-hell lifeguard tower, Ian continues almost casually.

“I said that I get approached all the time, but as the lifeguard on duty, I pay it no attention,” Ian recites, ceasing his endless pour. “You said that it wouldn’t bother you if I got hit on while I worked and that you just wanted to spend the day on the beach.”

Mickey clenches as rivulets of icy water run down the back of his thighs. They tickle a cool path to his heels and distracts him from keeping his cheeks parted. 

“Wider, please,” Ian asks politely. 

Mickey spreads his cheeks again and jumps when Ian resumes the stream of water. 

“One fist fight later and here we are, cleaning sand out of your crack because I can’t wait to get home to fuck you,” Ian laments.

The water stops and Ian applies lube, prepping Mickey with fingers that feel blazing hot after his rinsing. His feet slip in the water as he writhes soundlessly on the table, breached by one, then two and finally, thankfully three fingers. Diamond hard, he has never been so ready to accept the consequences for his temper. 

The beachgoers right outside the tower laugh, play music and fill the air with their summer ruckus. But, here, in this small, square room, it was silent except the sound of Ian slicking himself up. A maddening sound. An engorging sound. 

“In less than a minute, I’m going to be losing my mind, so I’ll say it again, just to be clear,” Ian whispers, starting his slow slide inside. “My whistle stays in your mouth. I hear a single sound coming from it and I’ll put you away wet.”

Ian seats himself entirely inside and Mickey forgets the heat, the beach, even the roughness of the table supporting him. The fullness leaves him with the willpower for only two things.

Carefully gripping Ian’s whistle between his teeth and breathing through his nose.

As Ian’s jarring, yet delicious thrusts set about breaking down his will, Mickey begins to pray.

[ardent-fox]

Galladrabbles: Control

Thank you to @thepupperino for this tantalizing @galladrabbles prompt! My mind immediately went into smutty territory when I saw it, so here's my little feral offering.

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"You wanted this," Ian says, fingertip continuing its maddening strokes over Mickey's frenulum as spend dries on his belly. "'Keep going til I'm empty', s'what you said. Didn't you, baby?"

Eyes shut, Mickey nods, too busy panting to form words. His legs squirm across the sheets, nothing but Ian's control tying him down.

"Come on, know you've got more..."

He howls when bliss gets ripped away again, Ian's touch disappearing just as he starts to shoot. Large hands find trembling thighs, stilling them against the mattress as Ian watches intently, their weight a comfort amidst Mickey's growing ache.

"Good boy."

[starsfic]

Locked in the Vault

So with the new freedom of Steamboat Willie, I remembered a fic series I had in mind and decided to maybe poke at it in the future, adding in a very depressed Mickey. Here is the prologue, introducing some of the human and "human" cast.

Once upon a time, a Creator decided to create something new, besides his creations of a stolen rabbit and a certain mouse, wanting to celebrate his story of a princess and seven dwarves. He set to work with his pencils and pens, creating a story of another princess.

Once upon a time, there was a young princess who danced so beautifully that a nearby sorcerer was dazzled by it and her. He asked her to marry him, but she refused. Enraged, he cursed her. She was trapped in the form of a swan during the day, only returning to her human form when the moon was high in the sky. But not even a curse like that could stop true love- the princess and a young prince fell for each other.

The sorcerer was enraged even further. So, he decided to do something else.

He killed the prince and stole the swan princess, entrapping her in the body of a lifelike doll. Now, she could never find safety in flocks of swans or a prince’s arms, unable to do nothing but dance in a body with a cold chest, cursed into a maddening descent.

Years passed. The doll never aged, but the sorcerer aged.

Because of this, he made mistakes that led to another prince, followed by a peasant lass, to find the doll and her story. Prince Franz and Swanhilda decided to defeat the sorcerer Rothbart to save Princess Odette…

And what happened next?

Nobody knows.

The Creator abandoned the princess and her story, locking them in the dark. Instead, he created and revealed a living wooden puppet, a young deer, a princess with glass slippers, and a magical nanny. Years passed, and everyone forgot the young swan princess.

Until...one day, a woman, a mother chosen to shoulder blame, took control of his company to run it herself. She descended into the vault, finding the swan princess. Using the magic that lingered in the ink, Henrietta awoke the princess…

“Oh, dear lord!”

Henrietta flattened herself against the desk, staring at the girl she had accidentally brought to life. The princess stared back, wide-eyed.

She couldn’t have been older than a teenager, auburn curls piled on her head in a ballerina bun, adorned with a tiara that seemed to be fashioned from white feathers with a single diamond at the center. She wore a classic white ballerina tutu, the edges beautifully decorated with stitching of swans. Her white ballet slippers were streaked with red, adding a touch of horror to the beautiful outfit. She stared up at Henrietta with shocked hazel eyes that had started to fill with tears.

“Oh no.”

The girl- Odette, she guessed from the concept art of the very same girl dancing- started breathing faster, harder. Her eyes looked like she was staring more through her than at her as a noise that sounded like a moan started to come out. The moan turned into a shriek as her fingers dug into her hair, sobbing fat tears. “I- He- WHY?!” As she shriek-cried, digging her fingers further and further into her scalp, Henri looked around for something to help her.

Panicking, she grabbed Walt’s pen that she had used, that she had just been playing around with, and...crossed Odette’s name out. It was a rash decision, one made of more gut instinct than thought. She just wanted that horrible scream to stop.

Everything went silent.

There was a brief flash of gold from the crossed-out name.

Panting, Henri looked back.

The girl, her tears drying on her cheeks, simply sat there with a blank look on her face. Henri gulped and knelt. “Um...hey.” The girl didn’t respond, but her eyes rolled over to stare blankly at her. “Hey, why don’t you take a nap? I’ll get you out of here.” The girl stared at her. Henri tried her best to keep a smile up, hopefully not showing how she screamed on the inside, and the girl finally managed a short nod.

She allowed Henri to pick her up in a bridal carry, eyes falling shut as the CEO managed to sneak herself out of the vault and to the apartment she had built next to Walt Disney’s own. Her daughters- Flora, aged fifteen, and Lena, aged eleven- were out with their father for his custody weekend, leaving the two alone.

She set the girl in the spare room, carefully pulling off the ballet shoes. She winced at the visible cuts and, after throwing the shoes in the trash, set to work bandaging her feet. When she was down, Henri pulled the sheets up to the dancer’s chin.

Closing the door, Henri sank against it.

What now?

Well, she couldn’t go back. Henri didn’t even know how to do that, and she had gotten the gist enough to know that where the girl had come from was horrible. She sat there, thinking through her options. It felt like hours before she remembered that people knew she had been looking into adoption. She could pass O...the girl as her adopted daughter.

Hours later, the girl woke up in Mickey-Mouse-patterned pajamas.

She learned that she had been in an accident that gave her amnesia. Henri was the woman who had adopted her. Flora and Lena were excited to meet their new sister Abby when they came to the new apartment to see the fourteen-year-old. As the trio talked together, learning about each other and Abby’s lack of memory, Henri shoved a box under her bed. The trash had been taken out that morning, hiding blood-stained shoes.

Satisfied, she returned to her daughters.

[socdarlings]

i think i’ll make a list of games i think the gang would play:

darry: doesn’t game but if he did he’d mostly play nintendo games

pony: disco elysium, fnaf, dragon age, minecraft

soda: red dead redemption, mortal kombat (to play with steve), fortnite, minecraft

steve: mortal kombat (to play with soda), call of duty, rainbow six siege

johnny: resident evil, silent hill, phasmophobia (to play with dally even if he quits halfway thru), puppet combo games

dally: fallout (it’s his favorite game series), resident evil, outlast, phasmophobia (affectionately forces johnny to play with her)

twobit: pikmin, kingdom hearts (ofc it’s mickey), fallout, gta

tim: call of duty, gta, fifa/madden, elden ring

curly: the last of us, dark souls, dead by daylight, spiderman

angela: life is strange, silent hill, fnaf

bonus socs:

cherry: life is strange, the sims, horizon zero dawn

marcia: skyrim, the sims, fire emblem

bob: rainbow six seige, call of duty, any game where it involves a cod lobby

randy: fortnite, roblox, mario kart

[mermaidsirennikita]

Do you have any HR with the hero having a profession instead of being nobility?

Yes, def! I love non-noble heroes.

Lisa Kleypas writes a lot of self-made men, with some of the most prominent books I'd recommend (there are other ones, these are just my favorites) including:

Dreaming of You. Derek Craven runs a successful gambling club; he was born in a drainpipe!!! He named himself!!! He lived on the streets, he totally made a success of himself, and now he can't deal with his sense of inadequacy and his dirty, dirty hands sullying Sara (though he will for sure do stuff to her... I mean, if she was wearing a mask and they got started and he realized it was her during... he might as well finish it...)

Secrets of a Summer Night. Simon Hunt is self-made, and he comes off as a super successful industry tycoon. It's hOT. And of course, the conflict of his book is him asking the poor but blueblooded heroine to be his mistress, while she's like "omg he's so COARSE!!!"

Marrying Winterborne. Would recommend reading Cold-Hearted Rake, which does have a noble hero, beforehand for context. Rhys Winterborne is Welsh (!) and owns a department store and he's always like "spend my money babe".

Seduce Me at Sunrise--Kev Merripen is kind of like... a servant for the Hathaways? But he's also grown beyond that. He's most definitely not nobility, and nor is Cam in Meet Me at Midnight (which is also good, but I don't love it quite as much).

Again the Magic--McKenna was a servant for Aline's family, was sent away because of their romance, and made his money abroad

Lorraine Heath has some, which I love:

Between the Devil and Desire. Just re-listened! Jack Dodger was a child thief (the bEST child thief! He's Dodge!) and now owns a gambling club that's super successful.

Midnight Pleasures with a Scoundrel. James Swindler was also a child thief/con artist (a swindler perhaps) and is now an inspector. There's also a novella following this book about their friend, Dr. Graves, who's obviously a doctor and was a graverobber as a child--but I haven't read that one yet.

Her Sins for All Seasons series has 4/6 heroes who were born illegitimate and therefore aren't noble--Beyond Scandal and Desire has Mick, who runs a club, The Scoundrel in Her Bed as a hero who does similarly but is kind of halfhearted about it (and was a horse slaughterer when he was younger), and The Duchess in His Bed has a hero who runs a club for WOMEN!!! There is another self-made hero I've yet to read in Beauty Tames the Beast (I think?).

Elizabeth Hoyt has a lot of heroes who aren't noble:

Scandalous Desires--Mickey O'Connor is an extremely successful river pirate.

Thief of Shadows--Winter runs an orphanage for poor lil babies

Sweetest Scoundrel--Asa is trying to build up a pleasure garden (he's Winter's brother)

Most of Joanna Shupe's Gilded Age heroes are not noble, because American. Special shoutouts to:

The Rogue of Fifth Avenue--the hero is a former thief-turned-lawyer/fixer for a rich man, who falls for his boss's daughter

The Prince of Broadway--Clay Madden runs a casino and begins mentoring his hero (in a revenge plot)

The Devil of Downtown--Jack Devlin is a gangster lol

In the Fifth Avenue Rebels, the first three heroes (basically everyone but Lockwood) are not noble but they do come from money. Shoutout to The Lady Gets Lucky (Kit is rich but demands to be taken seriously by starting a supper club) and The Bride Goes Rogue (Preston is Vague Tycoon Man).

Grace Callaway has:

Pippa and the Prince of Secrets--Cull runs a band of CHILD THIEVES and lives on the criminal/vigilante edges of society

Glory and the Master of Shadows--Wei is a martial arts master who is recovering from some pretty severe trauma, while also handling some dirty dirty deeds on the low.

Sarah MacLean's first two Bareknuckle Bastards books (Brazen and the Beast and Wicked and the Wallflower) have criminal underworld heroes, and Knockout has an inspector hero!

Stacy Reid's A Scoundrel of Her Own has a hero who was born poor but has risen up in society (which is now why he wants to claim his upper class childhood sweetheart as his own muahahahaha--)

Beverly Jenkins's heroes generally are not noble, because she doesn't write about white Brits, but they do often come from money. Galen Vachon in Indigo comes from a wealthy, influential Creole family, and the hero of Forbidden is passing for white, but is actually the biracial son of a plantation owner.

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So that Partner Showcase and Indie World, huh?

In all honesty, this one kinda just went by me. Somewhat due to the lack of interesting stuff in it, but mostly due to you-probably-know-what. But nevertheless, let's cover this double whammy of a presentation

Balatro: Friends of Jimbo; DISTRACTION DANCE MUSIC HEARD. BEING THOROUGHLY DISTRACTED Neva; I swear I've seen this kind of game in like five different forms yet they all look the same. They're like Fromsoft games Moth Kubit; Corporately cute, I suppose Coffee Talk Tokyo; I don't drink coffee, so I can't really get the hype Sea of Stars; This just looks like the same kind of basic JRPG that you would see in any given anime when they need a "video game" to fill time PowerWash Simulator: Shrek DLC; someBODY ONCE TOLD ME THE WORLD WAS GONNA WASH ME! Morsels; Why does this look like Cuphead plus Little Nightmares to me? Date Everything; Anyone else remember Chairem Anime? Or at least skipped to Sofaden? Peglin; Isn't this the kind of game that's best suited for mobile? Wobbly Life; So Human Fall Flat but free roam? Pico Park 2; If there's one thing Grian taught me, its that this game is far more toxic than the Indie World guys are making it out to be Shovel Knight: Shovel of Hope DX; You're telling me there's still stuff to add for Shovel Knight on Switch? I thought that was all burnt through Europa; Kinda getting BOTW vibes, NGL Cuisineer; ...So is it a roguelike but Overcooked or something? On Your Tail; Wonder how much furry you-know-what has been uploaded to you-know-where already? Metal Slug Tactics; So did SNK sell off Metal Slug or something? How does this count as Indie then? The Plucky Squire; ...Honestly I got nothin' for this one Pizza Tower; Y'ALL READY TO GET FUNKY?!

Tetris Forever; You guys think there are actually 99 Tetrises by this point? Star Overdrive; Why is this giving me Marvel vibes? Goat Simulator 3; It's Goat Sim. What else can I say? Legend of Heroes: Trails in the Sky the 1st; Basic-looking RPG. I got nothing Star Wars Hunters; Is this Star Wars Overwatch or something? ...okay S.T.A.L.K.E.R.; What is this, "I Can't Believe It's Not COD"? Worms Armageddon; Alright, where's my Holy Hand Grenade? Disney Dreamlight Valley; What was new within this that wasn't here the last time? The Patrick Star Game; Is this a goat sim-like game? No, this is Patrick Fitness Boxing 3; I imagine if you made this into a VR game, it would become the new Wiimote-into-TV Capcom Fighting Collection 2; Power Stone & co rise from the grave (Except the one Capcom fighting game series that's all about things rising from graves) MVC Fighting Collection; Break out the Mango Sentinels and find where your curly mustaches at, because mid-September is MAHVEL TIME, BAYBEE! Atelier Yumia; Honestly this looks like a poor mans Xenoblade to me Suikoden Iⅈ When will these sprite on 3d rpgs END?! Dragon Quest III HD-2D; (read above) Castlevania Dominus; Huh... neat Civilization VII; Let's just hope that Ghandi is as far away from this one as possible this time round Tales of Graces f; Wait, there's more to Tales of than just Lloyd and Yuri? Wow MySims: Cozy Bundle; Miis plus Sims make this, apparently FNAF: Help Wanted 2; har har har-har har har har-har har-har FNAF: Security Breach - Ruin; Dude, even the trailer was kind slow in framerate. That's how you know that this game has it rough Epic Mickey: Rebrushed; Unless I'm mistaken, I think that was actually the first time we've gotten a look at Tomorrow City. Every other location in the Wasteland was shown off before, but not here Tales of the Shire; Neat Just Dance 2025; Just Dance must have found the Fountain of Youth with how little dying its doing Funko Fusion; This just looks like a lesser Lego Dimensions, to be honest EA Sports FC 25; Dude, who even cares about EA Sports games? (Outside of our goat and savior Madden 08) Lego Horizons Adventures; I just want to know if and/or when the next Tt Lego game will be Rune Factory: Guardians of Azuma; In all honestly, the whole "Japanese" aesthetic has been far overplayed to me. It's completely lost any luster in my eyes Yakuza Kiwami; FOUND YOU ON SWITCH, KIRYU-CHAN!!!

All in all, kind of uneventful. But at least not in terms of the rest of today, because SONIC 3 TRAILER, LETS GOOOOOOOO!!!

[softmick]

🎶punishing rhythm🎶 14/?

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Ian’s mouth is on Mickey’s jaw when he feels those perfect small hands on his bare skin. He bites down sharply and Mickey hisses. There’s one hand slipping around to squeeze at his ass cheek while the other strokes him lightly, rough fingers ghosting up and down. It’s maddening, his whole body lighting up in fleeting strokes.

“Talk to me, Mickey.”

“You’re so fucking hard, E. You might want this more than me.”

“Don’t lie. Don’t act like you aren’t drooling just from getting to touch this big dick.”

Mickey tightens his fingers a bit and Ian thrusts into them.

[whatsapalisade]

Phantom Planet The Guest reissue (2003) CD booklet yearbook

featuring artists like Z Berg, Jason Boesel, James Valentine, Blake Sennet, Tennessee Thomas, Adam Levine, Gia and Roman Coppola, Jenny Lewis, Mickey Madden, and (misspelled?) Micheal "Stephen" Runion

I'm missing the end page, will scan in asap

[stillhavetodothat]

Replaying Nancy Drew without Cheating - Part 6: Ghost Dogs of Moon Lake

AWW, DOG. My very first Nancy Drew game that I ever played, my first exposure to Nancy Drew games, Christmas 2002. Almost 20 years ago exactly, I remember opening what would end up being one of my favorite gifts ever, curious and not at all sure what to expect. Regardless of any objective criticisms of Ghost Dogs that I may have as an adult, this game will ALWAYS hold a very special place in my heart, and “I gotta have some torque!” will forever remain my all-time favorite Nancy Drew quote.

Believe it or not, I DID feel tempted to cheat at one point in this game. OBVIOUSLY this was during that DREADED bug hunt. The number of times I switched from day to night and back, flipping over the same rocks and logs again and again, was MADDENING. I literally could have found 12 bugs inside my real-life HOUSE quicker than the many, many days I spent foraging, just to get that butt-ugly camo outfit from Em’s. Eventually I figured it out, but the temptation definitely gripped me for a moment.

Weirdly enough, after the tedium of looking for birds and bugs, the rest of the game sped by in the blink of an eye. I didn’t remember this game being so short, which makes sense since I was 10 years old and didn’t even have the motor skills to properly work a mouse. It was actually a bit disappointing, and it makes me, for the first time, understand why this game usually falls towards the middle or the end of everyones’ game rankings. This game is special to me, but I still get how it might be forgettable.

Here are some of my random thoughts while playing:

1. Is this the only game with only 3 suspects? I wonder what the reason behind this was. Saving on animation? Time constraints? Regardless of the reason, I could not stand a single one of these people. Red Knot? Creepy. Weird. Needs to deal with his aversion to anything human through intensive therapy. Em? The epitome of a slimy capitalist, breaking laws just to make a buck. And doing it with a grating accent, on top of everything. Jeff Akers? Hot, yes, but everything that comes out of that man’s mouth is a goddamn nag. OKAY, I’ll leash my non-existent dog. OKAY, I’ll take this stupid little pin in exchange for doing your job for you. What a pain in my royal ass.

2. Hilarious that Nancy sees Jeff Akers’ dog, who looks literally nothing like the ghost dogs, and accuses him of having something to do with the ghost dogs? “You’re insinuating things again, Miss Drew.”

3. Speaking of ghost dogs, Her had NO BUSINESS making a cut scene that is THIS scary. To this day, I get chills watching it, and I am a 30 year old woman.

4. Am I the only one who thought it unrealistic that Carson Drew would allow Nancy to go anywhere, much less to a small town in the middle of Pennsylvania, with not a single bill of cash?? I thought Nancy was supposed to be a world-renowned detective, sharp and always one step ahead, but then she travels, by car, with absolutely no money. Think about all the time spent looking for bugs I could have saved if she had just had a crisp $100 in her pocket all along.

5. I loved the puzzle Nancy has to do while tied up in the flaming shed. You have to think fast and figure out how to get the scythe down, and it really gets my heart-rate up. I also love the photos of her hands and feet tied up. Every time I see real-life photos in the games, it gives me a chuckle. Nancy’s massive gasp as it cuts to her balled up fists is just the icing on the cake for me.

6. What an excellent backstory. Mickey Malone sounded absolutely class, his girlfriend Vivian was a fun phone contact, his parties in the roaring 20s make me wish I was born in a different decade. The storyline felt very focused and, despite the annoying little side tasks, it’s always fun to try to figure out where Malone kept his gold and what the explanation is behind the “ghost” dogs terrorizing Sally. 

7. Malone’s speakeasy, to this day, remains one of my favorite places in Nancy Drew’s world. Look at this place! Imagine the schenanigans that went down!

8. I’ve heard a lot of complaints about the forest maze, but no lie, after all these years I STILL have that thang memorized and can zip through it in seconds. I also grew up in northern Maryland, so wandering through the trees and hanging out by the lake is very much my speed. A very comforting setting overall.

9. The ending felt very abrupt. Was it always this abrupt? Once you find the secret cave where the culprit is keeping the dogs, it is extremely easy to guess who is behind all the hullabaloo (I never trusted her anyway!!). HerInteractive likes for Nancy to kinda sorta befriend annoying female suspects and then make that person the culprit (looking at you, Lisa). The escape from Em at the end is surprisingly easy, as there aren’t many options for where you can go or what you can do. And then as soon as you get out of the sewer, it’s over. I felt underwhelmed, but I guess that’s what happens when you replay for the 50th time a game meant for children.

10. Finally, I always appreciate a nice reference, or, in this case, two!

I love this game. I do. It is the most nostalgic game I have ever played, and I will always remember it as my first. It isn’t particularly challenging, though, and you spend a lot of time by yourself, when some people love to pelt all the suspects with an endless barrage of questions. I find it hard to really give an objective opinion on DOG, and I am not sure how I would feel if not for the nostalgic aspect of it.

Heading up the East Coast to New Jersey...see you soon!

[missminerva]

continued from here. @mrcolinhopper​

Minnie was a perfectionist to her core and this conversation alone as a slip-up in a series of tragic moments that she wishes she could undo. The first mistake was drinking. It let her guard down and there she was sobbing to a stranger about how she didn’t feel good enough ever since she had caught Mickey with that other woman. No matter what the truth was it was an image she couldn’t get out of her head and it killed her that every time she thought of her best friend and former lover that the mental image of his lips on another was what haunted her. It felt sad, it felt pathetic, and it felt weak. She didn’t like coming off as weak to others because there were so many people who counted on her.

The second mistake was confiding all of this to Colin Hopper of all people. She wasn’t stupid; she knew of him and the rumors that circulated around him. He wasn’t someone she ever looked closer into but maybe that was another mistake. She just didn’t know how many times she could allow herself to slip and slipping around this man felt dangerous. A little danger could never hurt anyone, sure, but Minnie knew that every word she ever breathed was observed and picked apart. It was maddening. 

His words didn’t do much to soothe her troubled soul but she knew that was probably not his intentions. She could appreciate someone keeping her straight, even when she didn’t want to hear it. Her words were slightly slurred as she spoke, and she tried to sound as dignified as she could, but she knew she could only do so much. “If I could trust noble words as noble, my life would be far more simpler,” she said with a bitter laugh. Bitterness was not a feeling she allowed herself to feel much, and she already decided she hated it on her tongue. “Are you calling me a people pleaser? I very much am. But I don’t find it suffocating or too much...not most of the time. Don’t let it fool you though, I’m not one who tends to handle betrayal well...”

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Not sure what's with the green patch of lighting(?), but here's the atrium at night. And in another maddening turn, Mickey runs through that bottom tunnel from the tv room.

[byneddiedingo]

Nick Nolte in The Thin Red Line (Terrence Malick, 1998)

Cast: Adrien Brody, Jim Caviezel, Ben Chaplin, George Clooney, John Cusack, Woody Harrelson, Jared Leto, Nick Nolte, Sean Penn, John C. Reilly, John Travolta. Screenplay: Terrence Malick, based on a novel by James Jones. Cinematography: John Toll. Production design: Jack Fisk. Film editing: Leslie Jones, Saar Klein, Billy Weber. Music: Hanz Zimmer.

The Thin Red Line was much anticipated because it was Terrence Malick's return as a director after a 20-year absence, following the much-praised features Badlands (1973) and Days of Heaven (1978). But it had the misfortune to come out only a few months after Steven Spielberg's Saving Private Ryan, whose portrayal of the actuality of combat on D-Day and after was hailed as landmark filmmaking. There are those who think more highly of Malick's film: Spielberg's movie, they argue, is weakened by his desire to celebrate the courage of those who fought in World War II, resulting in the gratuitous frame-story about the aging Ryan's return to the cemetery in Normandy, as well as in some conventional war-movie plotting. Malick's movie is anything but conventional: the combat scenes are accompanied by a meditative, metaphysics-heavy commentary supposedly voiced by the combatants themselves. To my mind, this mixture of war-movie action and reflective voiceover doesn't work. For one thing, much of what's said in the commentary sounds like the kind of poetry I used to write in college. Malick certainly makes his point about the existential absurdity of war, but he makes it over and over and over, to the expense of developing human characters. Sean Penn's character seems to have been designed to be the movie's central consciousness, but much of that function in the story got lost in the editing: The original cut of the film was five hours long, so it had to be reduced to its current three-hour run time, along with much of the substance of Nick Nolte's blustering colonel, whose motivations are simply alluded to in the voiceover and some of his dialogue. The editing also eliminated the performances of such major film actors as Billy Bob Thornton, Martin Sheen, Viggo Mortensen, Gary Oldman, and Mickey Rourke, while for some reason retaining the rather pointless cameos by George Clooney and John Travolta. The movie was nominated for seven Oscars, including best picture, but received none. It may, however, have siphoned away some votes from Saving Private Ryan, allowing Shakespeare in Love (John Madden, 1989) to emerge as the surprise and still very controversial best picture winner.

[watching-pictures-move]

Movie Review | Miami Vice: Calderone's Return (Glaser & Colla, 1985)

This series has been defined in part by its maddening roster of guest stars, with the likes of Bruce Willis, Pam Grier and Dennis Farina in memorable turns, to name a few. I'm into the second season now*, but I wanted to come back to this one, as one guest star in particular has lingered in my memory: Jim Zubiena, who plays the assassin hired by Calderone to a number of his enemies, including Crockett. Zubiena, a professional shooter initially hired to teach Don Johnson and Philip Michael Thomas proper weapons handling**, was pushed into the role by Michael Mann, and his non-actor background plays a big part in his effectiveness in the role. Those other guest stars bring to their roles their presence, bringing their personalities and star qualities to the material. One of the reasons Willis is so memorable in his episode is that his formidable charisma is applied to a character so unheroic. (A weapons dealer who sells to terrorists and beats his wife. Just a bad guy in all respects.)

Zubiena does not have the same star qualities, so instead he brings a certain absence, of charisma, of distinguishing features, leaving only an eerie blankness. No humanity, all killer instinct and craft, a pure instrument of death. His appearance, curly hair, shooting glasses and a slight smile, causes any facial features to recede into the nondescript. His lack of allegiances, having worked every side of every conflict, give him a sense of total amorality. Even his weapons handling (the deployment of the Mozambique drill, heretofore unseen on television, and holding guns overhand to control the recoil) is simultaneously unusual and practical, operating on a hidden logic not spelled out to the audience, like the imminence of death in an Italian horror movie. Even when he's not on screen, he haunts the proceedings, a spectral presence with an unsettling void at his centre.

Unlike Brother's Keeper, this aired in two parts, with an interesting diptych structure, both halves being punctuated by off-kilter, unceromonious violence and ending with songs featuring soaring vocals (Russ Ballard's "Voices" in the first part, Tina Turner's "What's Love Got to Do With It?" in the second). There is plenty to enjoy in both, but as Zubiena only appears in the first, and the second depends on a relationship between Tubbs and Calderone's daughter that can't be fully fleshed out in the runtime, I can't help but prefer the earlier half.

*I've found the series almost uniformly excellent, with only two subpar episodes so far. "Made for Each Other", which makes the mistake of foregrounding the comic relief characters of Switek and Zito and as such plays with little tension, although it does provide the scene where Noogie's stripper girlfriend grabs him by the ears and shouts in his face "I wanna see Mickey Mouse!" And "Nobody Lives Forever", in which Crockett (re)learns the age old lesson of putting one's bros before their hoes, and which has the misfortune of coming after "The Home Invaders", which features more unpredictable and sadistic villains (and shows Castillo crack a case in real time), and before "Evan", which explores Crockett's vulnerability much more interestingly and tackling the subject of homophobia with unexpected sensitivity.

**Apparently Johnson took to it better than Thomas, and this was a motivation behind the latter's weapons of choice. You can hear Zubiena talk about the experience here.