#O is not mine! she's gooses

[i-wanna-die-like-now]

Day 25: Bones!

Thank you @thegatorsgoose for collaborating with me on this! I love big O with my whole heart, he totally deserves this btw.

[the-authoress-writes]

Dangerous Games

Tom “Iceman” Kazansky x Navy Nurse Wife!reader

Synopsis: The saying goes “Play stupid games, win stupid prizes”.

Well, Mrs. Thomas Kazansky is about to learn another version of this saying; “Play dangerous games, win dangerous prizes”.

But she doesn’t exactly mind.

Warnings: Mrs. Kazansky gets a little frisky in public, but nothing explicit, some cursing, and a little bit of steaminess, but again, nothing explicit.

Author’s Note: “I don’t write reader fic”, she said.

“I really don’t”, she said.

But here we are.

And I entirely blame both @valmare and Val himself.

I wrote this as a writing exercise, actually, because @valmare and I have slightly different approaches to Tom Kazansky; she has a more dominant take on him, while mine is more romantic and soppy, but no less passionate (I think).

I wrote this just to see if I could somehow combine both traits/takes in one story.

And… hoo, boy, I like to think I was successful.

That, combined with reading one of my grandmother’s ancient Silhouette Romance novels, I thought it was about time that the turns were tabled on the men.

Let’s be the ones to snap them like twigs, and not the other way around.

Without further ado, here we are!

“So what’s on the agenda today,” she asked her husband, as he sat at the kitchen counter eating his breakfast, while she stood on the other side, finishing her cup of yogurt, before she had to head to work for the shift she was called to fill in at the last minute yesterday.

“Well,” Tom began, after swallowing, “not much, just a meeting which apparently couldn’t wait until Monday, in the afternoon—other than that, nothing else really.

And uh, Mav and the guys are coming back home tonight; like I said last week, Sli and I were going to greet them, and they’re going out for drinks at the O Club later, but I can tell them I can’t go—”

“No, you go, enjoy yourself, I know it’s been a while since you last saw Mav and the flyboys,” she smiled.

In a rare occurrence, Mav and Tom’s deployments didn’t match up, leaving him and Slider on shore, while Mav and Merlin, Wood and Wolf were at sea.

She could hear the calls Tom would make in the evenings to the Vinson, to the various officers who owed him, already rather influential at the recently-received rank of Lieutenant Commander, for updates on Mav in particular.

She’d heard the stories both from the man himself, and from Tom, how the Mitchell name hung like an albatross around the diminutive pilot’s neck, how his basic medical needs were overlooked by dint of his “traitorous” surname.

As a nurse, especially a Navy nurse, it was beyond unconscionable.

She was glad that Mav had Tom as a friend, and it touched her to see the care he extended to his whole TOPGUN class.

“Such a Mother Goose,” Mav and Slider would say, both with sadness, but the former with a soul-deep sadness.

“Are you sure, milaya?” Tom’s voice brought her back to the present, as he came around the counter to step into her personal space, his hands on her waist, infusing her whole being with the warmth that only he could give her. “Because I’m really feeling bad that I have basically a whole day off, and you have to work.

We could have a movie night with some popcorn and ice cream, and you can talk about how people like me are the craziest sons of bitches around,” he grinned, referring to how they met a little over three years ago, after a little training mishap. “I’ll gladly keep your misery company.”

She smiled, resting her hand on the chiseled plane of his bare chest, as her index finger idly played with the chain of his dog tags, “No, like I said, even last week, you go and enjoy yourself with the boys.” Her smile took on a more devilish quirk, “Besides, you can make it up to me later.”

Tom raised an eyebrow, “Oh, I can, can I?”

“I’m pretty sure you’ll manage,” she teasingly replied.

“Uh-huh,” he breathed, stepping impossibly closer, “and how exactly do you want me to make it up to you?”

“You’ll think of something.”

“How about a little down payment, then?”

He didn’t even bother waiting for her positive, always positive, response before one hand was buried in her hair, and his lips were on hers.

It was a kiss full of the easy confidence of a man who knew he was given what he took, and the passion and devotion of one who knew what a gift that was.

She could have gotten lost in her husband’s embrace and kiss for eternity, but the rude realization that she had a shift to prepare for, made her reluctantly, oh-so-reluctantly, push him away.

“As much as I’d really love to continue this, I can’t.

I have to go.”

He pouted like a child, the effect amusing to see on his already-full, kiss-swollen lips, and she gently carded her hand through his hair, soft and slightly curling without the gel, pushing it away from where it flopped onto his forehead. “I know most of this day didn’t pan out how we wanted it to, but we’ll make the best of it—we always do.”

“I know.

You’re sure it’s okay with you if I go out with the boys tonight?”

“Yes, Tom, how many times do I have to tell you?

Go have fun—but not too much fun,” she smiled.

He leaned forward, tucking his head into her neck, inhaling deeply, “You’re the only one I want to have fun with.”

“I would hope so, Thomas Vasilyevich,” she replied, lightly poking him in the side, “seeing as I’m your wife.”

“Oof,” he mock-winced, drawing back to look her in the eyes, “Russian naming me, huh?

Well, Mrs. Kazanskaya, two can play at that game,” he rejoined, leaning in to kiss her again.

However, she pushed him away, laughing, “You are a menace, Thomas Jacob Kazansky!

I have to go!”

“Worth a shot,” he laughed, letting her go.

She gathered her lunch into her bag, along with her paperwork, and shouldered the tote, before turning back to face Tom, who was leaning against the counter, long, sweatpants-clad legs crossed at the ankles, mirroring his arms, a knowing smirk on his lips. “Not going to kiss me goodbye?”

With a sigh, she asked, “If I kiss you goodbye, will you keep your hands to yourself?”

He clicked his tongue, “You drive a hard bargain, lyubimaya moya, but I’ll try.”

“Don’t try, just do,” she replied, amending one of Mav’s favorite sayings, stepping closer to peck him on the lips.

True to his word, he didn’t move an inch, but the regret on his face made her have to resist the temptation to kiss him and say to hell with her shift today. “I’ll see you later, okay?”

“Okay.”

And here, a sudden idea struck her. “Hey, wait a minute, you said that you guys were going to the O Club, right?”

“Yes,” he replied, drawing out the syllable. “Why?”

“Because I was thinking that if I can, maybe I can meet you guys there, join you flyboys.”

Tom’s eyes lit up. “That’d be great!”

“You guys won’t mind?”

“I won’t mind,” he shook his head.

She good-naturedly rolled her eyes, “I know you won’t mind, what about the guys?”

“I’m sure the guys won’t mind, but they can take it up with me if they don’t like it.

Try to make it?”

“I will—hopefully, I’ll see you later.

And you’re sure you don’t need your other girl today?” she asked, double checking that he didn’t need his Chevelle, since her car was in the shop that week.

“No,” he shook his head, “Slider’s picking me up, you take her.

I love you, milaya.”

“I love you too.”

With that farewell, she dashed out the door, fleeing her own house like Lot, because she knew she’d never leave if she looked back at Tom.

Chaos.

That was what her shift at NMCSD was like.

Some unlucky or hapless person somewhere had probably said “It sure is quiet around here,” or some other variation of that phrase, and brought the wrath of the medical gods down upon them.

She’d had no less than ten emergencies to deal with, and at the end of her shift, she felt—no—knew—she deserved a drink.

A quick glance at her watch showed that it was just before 1800–from her experience, the carriers usually docked at 1500 or 1600, which meant they should all be at the O Club already.

Not wanting to give the charge nurse an opportunity to call her for something else, she practically ripped off her uniform, changing into the nicer spare clothes she kept in her locker just in case she had somewhere to be that wasn’t the grocery or straight home.

It was a worn, but well-fitting pair of jeans, sensible shoes, a tank top, and finally, a white buttondown with vertical blue stripes which she pilfered from Tom’s closet, that she never saw him wear.

After throwing on the shirt, leaving it unbuttoned, and tucking in her tank, she hastily walked (okay, ran) out of NMCSD, and headed to her parking spot.

God had mercy on her, as the traffic was light all the way to the O Club, the Almighty surely knowing that she’d reached her limits of bullshittery, that all she wanted after this day was a stiff drink, and her husband’s company, despite the fact that there would be others around, friends as they were to her.

It was a Saturday night, and the parking lot was full, but she managed to find a spot on the far end of the lot, a slight sheen of sweat breaking on her skin despite the AC, as she maneuvered in, not wanting to scratch her husband’s beloved car.

The flaring, insistent ache in her feet was testament to the long walk to the entrance, exposing just how many people had to be here, and true enough, once she pushed the doors open, the bar was hopping.

She moved through the crowded bar, searching for Merlin, Slider, or Tom—there’d be little hope of finding Wood or Wolf, and no hope of finding Mav, in this press of people.

She was heading through the crowd towards the bar when she smacked straight into someone.

An apology was on her lips, when the person turned, and she heard, “Hey, Mrs. Ice, how are you!”

And she looked up, up, up into the smiling face of Sam “Merlin” Wells.

“Hey, Merls, how are you, how was deployment?” she said, hugging the ludicrously tall RIO.

“Ehh, hot, as usual, but otherwise, uneventful; just running our CAPs, and buzzing the tower every now and then.”

She guffawed, “That’s Mav for you—I don’t know who’s crazier; Mav, or you, for willingly sitting in the same jet as him.”

Merlin leaned down, “Tell you a secret?”

“Sure.”

“Probably me, because I actually enjoy it,” he murmured.

She chuckled, “Oh, Samuel, never change.”

“Hey, what am I doing, let me get you to the guys’ table!

Come on!!”

He put his hand on her shoulder to make sure she didn’t get lost in the crowd, and led her to a table in the back. “Guys, look who I found!”

“Well, hey, if it isn’t my favorite Ice Queen!” Mav cried, leaping to his feet and pulling her into a hug.

“Hey, Mav, how are you?” she beamed, glad to see her husband’s best friend and wingman.

“Better, after seeing your pretty face,” the black-haired pilot grinned a grin which would probably make quite a few people here swoon, if its full force were turned on them.

She smacked his shoulder, though she was unable to stop her smile, “Stop it, you incorrigible flirt, you’re not my type, and even if you were, I’m very happily taken.”

“Ah, you wound me, my fair Ice Queen,” Mav dramatically clutched his chest.

“You’ll live,” she teasingly rolled her eyes.

“Mind getting your hands off my wife, so I can say hello to her, Mav?”

A glance behind Mav showed Tom standing there, a sight in his summer whites, an arch expression on his face, but those who knew him would be able to see the glowing humor in his eyes—but over all, the joy and love.

Mav moved aside, gesturing grandly at her. “All yours.”

“You bet your ass, Mitchell,” Tom nodded.

“Excuse me, I have a very nice ass, I have that on good authority,” the other pilot affrontedly stated as he walked backwards to his seat.

The voice of Charles “Chipper” Piper called, “Ugh, come on, Mav, no one wants to hear about your pasty ass.”

“You’re one to talk, Chip,” Marcus “Sundown” Williams chuckled.

Tom shook his head and stepped closer, making everything else fade into the background, his beautiful smile on his face. “You came.”

“I needed to,” she sighed, “I need a drink.

And the whole you being here is a nice bonus.”

He blushed slightly, ducking his head. “Yeah?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“Well, come on, let’s get you that drink,” he replied, leading her to the table, around which sat Mav, Merlin, Slider, Wolf, Chipper, and Sundown.

“Hey guys,” she waved, taking the seat beside Tom.

They all greeted her as Tom called over one of the waitresses, ordering his usual vodka on the rocks along with her usual Old Fashioned.

When it arrived, she shocked them all by drinking more than half of it in one sitting, heavily setting the glass down on the table.

“That kind of day, huh, sweetheart?” Tom asked, his voice full of sympathy, warmth, and the slightest hint of laughter.

She turned a baleful look on him. “What do you think?”

He blinked, obviously weighing his words, the rest of the flyboys holding their breath. “I think maybe I should get you another one when you’re done with that.”

“God, I love you, Tom Kazansky,” she breathed.

The table collectively exhaled, as Tom grinned. “Aren’t I lucky?”

The night wore on, dinner eventually being ordered from the bar’s kitchen for everyone, and Merlin was the first to leave, saying that his wife was coming home late that night from taking care of a medical emergency with her mother, who lived on the other side of the States, and he wanted to be there to greet her.

The flyboys tossed peanuts teasingly at Merlin, Chipper and Mav whooping, Merlin flipping them the bird with both hands as he laughed, and said goodnight.

The remaining group continued on, and the vodkas Tom had drunk had loosened him up—he wasn’t drunk by any means, but his laughter was a bit louder, his eyes a bit brighter.

He was telling a story about one of the instructors from the TOPGUN session he’d been asked to help out with, since he wasn’t deployed this rotation.

It was a story she’d already heard, and so she allowed his words to fade slightly, just watching him as he spoke, fiddling with the straw of the second Old Fashioned Tom had ordered for her.

She smiled as he gestured animatedly, making the light glint off the gold ring on his left hand, which matched the one on hers.

Seeing it did funny things to her stomach, seeing the tangible proof that that man was hers.

Add to that the fact that Tom was in his summer whites… it was a cocktail more intoxicating than anything the bar behind her could ever offer.

She exhaled evenly, taking a sip of the water she’d switched to after her second Old Fashioned, admiring the figure he cut, an exemplar of US Naval excellence.

If you asked her later, she wouldn’t be able to tell you why she did it.

But the devilish thought of wanting to see if she could tilt him off-kilter entered her mind regardless, and she hid a smile behind the rim of her water glass.

She nonchalantly shifted her chair closer to Tom and innocently placed a hand above his knee, making him glance at her, and offer her a fleeting smile, while continuing the story.

Ever so carefully, she inched her way towards the inseam of his trousers, rubbing small circles as she went, which got her a minuscule narrowing of his eyes and a barely-there glance as he spoke.

She smiled back, stilling her hand, and he continued.

Once he had relaxed into his chair again, she began moving again, shifting her hand higher and higher, letting her fingernails catch repeatedly on the seam.

He cleared his throat and soldiered on, shifting in his seat, but the slightest tone of strain was beginning to creep into his voice now, and she mustered all the stoicism she’d learned from her husband to keep her face straight.

As her hand moved further up his inseam, she was treated to the sight of his jaw tensing, the sheen of sweat gathering at his temples, the movement of his Adam’s apple as he swallowed thickly, the sound of the strain in his voice, and the hitch in his breath.

She knew that if she continued this, she was playing a very dangerous game, but she couldn’t bring herself to care at that moment.

So she inched further up, letting her fingernails dig into the seam, flicking it almost audibly, which elicited a cough from her husband.

Slider whacked Tom on the back, saying, “You okay, Ice?”

“Yeah,” he rasped, “just—just swallowed the wrong way.”

At this point, she was mere inches away from being so obscenely high on his thigh that the other flyboys would probably see, but just to see what Tom’s reaction would be, she made as though she were going to go there.

Smoothly, he placed his hand atop hers, somehow managing to conceal the fact that he had plucked her hand from basically his lap, bringing it up to his lips as he finished the story, his eyes stormy as he cut his gaze to her.

Maybe, she realized, as she looked into his tempestuous eyes, maybe she had made a very, very big mistake.

After another hour, they began to wrap up, hugging and slapping each other on the back, and for the first time since she’d met Tom Kazansky, she was not looking forward to being alone with him.

When the final farewells had been spoken, Tom wrapped an arm around her shoulder, walking them towards the distinct shape of his Chevelle, visible now that they were some of the last people at the bar.

“I can drive us, if you want,” she offered, testing the waters.

“No, I’ll be the one.

Keys.”

His tone was unreadable, and she fished the keys out of her pocket, handing them to him.

He led her to the passenger’s side, but just before she reached for the handle to open the shotgun door, she found herself pressed against the back passenger door, looking up into her husband’s face.

She refused to buckle at his impassive stare, looking evenly into his eyes; depthless blue, the color of the sea at twilight, in the dim illumination afforded by the streetlamps.

His hand shifted, and her breath hitched, but he only moved his hand past her, the familiar click of the Chevelle’s door release echoing in the thick San Diego night air.

Tom pulled the door further open, inclining his head and stepping back.

She swallowed, but moved to sit in the passenger’s seat, the sound of the shutting door feeling like some sort of passage of sentence.

Moments later, he opened the driver’s side door, sliding in and shutting it, however, he didn’t start the engine.

She held her breath, waiting to see what he would do next, but he only started the car, the purr of the Chevelle doing nothing to ease her tension, serving only to ratchet it up, the familiar streets leading home passing by.

The silence in the car was almost a living entity, made worse by the fact that Tom kept his eyes firmly fixed on the road before them, and she would be lying if she said that her heart wasn’t racing.

She was beginning to see the reasoning behind her husband’s callsign, between his nonchalant attitude and his unerring patience to wait her out, wait for her to slip.

Well.

She wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction.

…

She hoped so, at any rate.

She’d always been weak for him, honestly, and she suspected she always would be.

Much too soon, they pulled into their driveway, and Tom cut the engine, leaving her in silence, literally and figuratively, as he stepped out without a word.

She briefly debated whether or not to stay in the car, but knew deep down that that was not an option, so she got out of the Chevelle, also making her way inside.

After locking up the doors and checking the rest of the house, she exhaled and looked warily up at the stairs. “‘Screw your courage to the sticking place,’ woman,” she murmured, striding determinedly up the stairs.

The lights were on in the bedroom, and she saw Tom at the dresser, keeping his submariner in its box, his face somehow still impassive.

She moved to the bed, picking up the pile of night clothes she’d laid out that morning, muttering, “I’m going to the bathroom,” and darted towards the en suite.

However, before she could make it there, a hand wrapped around her upper arm, and once again, she got the breath knocked out of her, finding her body pressed against the wall behind her by the solid mass of her husband before her, his hands on either side of her head.

“What was that about tonight, hmm, milaya?” he spoke lowly, making a shiver run down her spine.

“What was what?” she replied, affecting a light tone.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about,” he replied, implacable.

“Oh, that,” she shrugged, caving slightly.

“Yes, that.

And just what were you thinking?”

“Ehhh—nothing much, really.” Well, she mentally admitted, that much was true.

“Uh-huh.

See, I think you were trying to get me to lose it,” he declared.

She somehow managed to muster up an innocent expression. “Uh, nope, not at all.”

“Sure.

So your hand at my inseam was just complete coincidence, was it?”

“Has to be.”

He stared her down just like he had in the O Club parking lot, attempting to keep his expression stoic, but this close, she could see his eyes—how there was only a thin ring of midnight gray, his pupils blown wide from the desire he was trying to keep down.

She inhaled sharply, her lips parting, and his gaze immediately locked onto the sight.

When he spoke next, his voice was low and trembling. “You don’t know what you do to me.”

“I think I have some kind of idea,” she breathlessly murmured.

“Fuck—” he whispered brokenly before kissing her like he was at 38,000 feet and she was the oxygen he needed to breathe.

Caught in his riptide, she was helpless but to hold onto him.

Air surged back into her lungs as his kisses moved down to her neck, only to be stolen from them moments later, a cry halfway between pain and pleasure carried on her breath, when his ardor seared into the delicate skin there.

“That hand of yours—and you wearing my shirt—you drive me crazy,” he spoke into the juncture of her neck and shoulder.

“I think you like it, though,” she whimpered, hitching her legs around his unfairly narrow waist, as he adjusted his arms to hold her up.

“Damn it, I fucking do,” he groaned, moving them towards the bed.

They had just collapsed onto the comforter, kissing like teenagers, when he broke away to breathe, “You’re still going to pay for what you did, though, you’re not getting out of that.”

“Oh, am I, because it seems to me like your mouth is writing checks your body can’t cash… Commander,” she cocked her eyebrow.

His jaw dropped slightly, followed by a shaky inhalation. “…I shouldn’t have told you about my rank thing.”

Her smirk was halfway to a grin by now. “What are you going to do about it?”

He tilted his head. “You’re asking for it, at this point.”

“Well, then, do what you’re going to do, flyboy; that’s an order.”

A wicked smirk quirked the corner of his lips, full of promise. “Yes, Ma’am.”

NMCSD: Naval Medical Center San Diego

The USS Carl Vinson is a Nimitz-class aircraft carrier commissioned in 1982, and she is still on active duty.

I stole @valmare’s headcanon that Tom drives a Chevelle, because if it’s good enough for Mir, it’s good enough for me!

I’m so sorry Mir!

According to a production photo, Tom’s full name is Thomas Jacob Kazansky, but since I headcanon him as Russian, his patronymic is missing.

So thusly, you have Thomas Jacob Vasilyevich Kazansky.

When Mrs. Kazansky refers to Tom as Thomas Vasilyevich, that is considered a casual, informal, yet somehow in its own way, formal, method of referring to someone.

There’s cultural rules about that.

Tom calls Mrs. Kazansky “Mrs. Kazanskaya”, which follows the Russian and Slavic convention of gendered surnames.

CAPs: Combat Air Patrols

Summer whites are the white version of the khaki uniforms, and you can see them in The O Club bar scene in Top Gun ‘86.

“Screw your courage to the sticking place” is a quote from Shakespeare’s “Macbeth”.

Did I basically steal a line from Top Gun, and completely change the context of it?

Yes.

Yes, I did.

Mrs. Kazansky calls Tom simply “Commander” instead of Lieutenant Commander, because of the convention regarding “double-barreled” ranks.

Russian Glossary

Disclaimer: endearments and translations taken from Google—please don’t hesitate to correct me if I’m wrong, which, odds are, I am.

Milaya: dear, darling (there are other translations of this word, however)

Lyubimaya moya: my darling/my one and only sweetheart

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[vocaloid-song-of-the-day]

We've had 16 years of our best girl! She's brought the world, and this community, together with the wonderful songs created using her. There's been a lot of amazing melodies brought to us with the help of Miku, so let's see what you guys' favorites were!

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2007

After fighting neck and neck all day, Melt by ryo (22.9%) won out against Miracle Paint by OSTER project! (niconico link)

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2008

There were several in first place throughout the day, but in the end, the winner was Love is War by... well, also ryo (18.8%), who also took second place with World is Mine! (niconico link)

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2009

wowaka's first entry and first win with Two-Faced Lovers (39.6%)! (youtube link)

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2010

With a landslide second victory, Rolling Girl by wowaka (55.7%) takes the 2010 slot! (youtube link)

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2011

The third victory in a row, wowaka takes 2011 with Unhappy Refrain (22.9%)! (youtube link)

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2012

Pinocchio-P takes the win with his first entry, Common World Domination (35.1%)! (youtube link)

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2013

The 2013 slot is taken by Aishite Aishite Aishite by kikuo (23.9%)! (youtube link)

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2014

Patchwork Staccato by toa was close all day, but didn't manage to overtake Hibikase by Giga (24.6%)! (youtube link)

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2015

Keeping the lead all day, Alien Alien by NayutalieN (31.4%) wins the 2015 poll! (youtube link)

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2016

With a heavy lead, Ghost Rule by DECO*27 (30.4%) takes 2016! (youtube link)

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2017

wowaka's brief comeback to the vocaloid community brings him another win with Unknown Mother Goose (33.1%)! (youtube link)

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2018

Mikito-P snags a win with Ghost Girl (Shoujo Rei) (26.4%)! (youtube link)

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2019

With more a third of the total votes, syudou takes 2019 with Bitter Choco Decoration (36.6%)! (youtube link)

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2020

In an unprecedented twist... 2020 saw a 3-way tie! With 15.8% of the votes each, Digital Girl by Kira, Darling Dance by Kairiki bear, and Because You're Here by PinocchioP all take the win, with Jackpot Sad Girl by syudou just one vote behind! (Digital Girl youtube link) (Darling Dance youtube link) (Because You're Here youtube link)

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2021

PinocchioP songs duked it out, with Non-Breath Oblige and God-ish neck and neck all day (as well as Undercover by DECO*27), but in the end Non-Breath Oblige (23.9%) was the winner! (youtube link)

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2022

PinocchioP takes his third win in a row with a quarter of the votes on Reincarnation Apple (25%)! (youtube link)

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2023

And in our last poll, for the current year, DECO*27 and PinocchioP both snag another win with (Not) a Devil (33%)! A fitting win, I'd say, being such a wonderful showcase of how different producers use Miku in different ways! (youtube link)

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Some other information and stats:

(If I counted correctly) PinocchioP received the most total unique song submissions at 15, with DECO*27 right behind at 13!

wowaka's Rolling Girl received the most total submissions!

PinocchioP received the most wins at 5 - unsurprisingly when you consider that PinocchioP won the producer poll a few months ago!

DECO*27's Ghost Rule received the most total votes on any poll! (30.1% of 184 votes = 56 votes)

Propaganda by Crusher was the first non-Japanese song to get submitted. Digital Girl was the only non-Japanese song to receive a win

Annnd... if anyone's curious, my votes were:

Miracle Paint by OSTER project

Love is War by ryo

Romeo and Cinderella by doriko

Rolling Girl by wowaka

Senbonzakura by WhiteFlame

This is the Happiness and Peace of Mind Committee by Utata-P

Self-Inflicted Achromatic by nekobolo (it was so hard choosing between that and Fakery Tale)

Sea Lily Deep Sea Tale by n-buna (also very difficult choosing for that year)

My R by Kurage-P

Ghost Rule by DECO*27

Hibana by DECO*27 (also a difficult year to pick)

Garando by Picon

Psychogram by DECO*27 (I really like deco niina-san, okay)

Cynical Night Plan by Ayase (another difficult year)

God-ish by PinocchioP

Hollow (Utsuru o Aogu) by Choisauce (which I thought would receive more votes....)

(Not) a Devil by DECO*27 and PinocchioP

I hope you all enjoyed, and once again, Happy Birthday to our girl!

[marvelnatr]

You can’t pin me darling 18+ minors DNI

Summary: You and Carol were training, You tried to pin her. Bad move.

Warnings: dom!carol danvers, sub!reader, smut, fluff, choking, spanking, praise, mocking, orgasm denial, fingering r!receiving, strap on r!receiving

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Y/N’s POV:

My back hit the matt, slightly knocking the wind out of me once again as Carol smirked above me “get up, lets go again”. Groaning I stood to my feet and looked at her, probably giving her more of a brat look then I intended, Carols eyebrow cocked “Y/N you just told me you were tired that you keep getting beat, I have told you over and over again to keep your center of gravity. I don’t know why you just wont do that. I mean come on Y/N” I glanced at her. Her rambling continuing as I got bored with it. I quickly knocked her to the ground. pinning her and knocking the air out of her. Carol quickly swapped positions with me. My cocky expression quickly fading. Smirking she watched me with my hands pinned down beside her “getting me down is one thing. Keeping me there is a whole different ballgame” she took her knee and pinned down my wrist, freeing her hand as it made way to my jawline. Lightly tracing it with her index finger she whispered “you can’t pin me darling”

There was no hiding the pink tint flooding to my cheeks. The way she was able to make me fall apart within a few seconds always managed to baffle me and she knew what she did to me. This woman knew me inside and out even after dating for just a mere five months. Leaning down to my lips she whispered “are you done being cocky Y/N?” Swallowing I nodded as she let her lips stay painfully close to mine “good girl then”. Carol released my wrists and stood, placing her hands on her hips “alright, stand up again”. Standing I got back into position and she came up from behind me “you’re in trouble later for getting cocky by the way”

-Time skip-

Carols POV:

Y/N was sitting on the couch with Wanda and Steve watching a movie. Walking up behind her I gently kissed the side of her head to let her know I was there. Y/N’s head turned to me as I whispered “get upstairs and strip”. Looking at me she began to protest, most likely to ask if she could wait till the movie was over. Cutting her off I whispered “you can stay but then you’ll just have to wait till tomorrow for me to touch you”. I smirked as Y/N quickly excused herself and made her way to my room. Grabbing a water I downed it and headed to the room to see her kneeling for me. Walking up to her I grabbed her chin, making her look up at me “good girl baby” blushing as she leaned into my touch Y/N whispered “thank you captain”

I gently patted her cheek and kissed her lips gently. Before and after every session or punishment I always placed a soft and gentle kiss on her lips. I loved the way her body would melt. I smiled at her “bend over the bed darling”. Standing up Y/N made her way to the bed as she bent over the soft duvet. My fingers trailed gently down her spine. Y/N has always been sensitive to my touch, goose bumps would raise over her skin as my fingertips made its way over her it. Her neck craned to look at me. Shooting her a look I growled “you know better then to do that little girl” her head quickly laid back down flat on the mattress. Nodding I placed one swift smack on her ass. The contact sounding throughout the room accompanied with her little yelp. I rubbed her ass gently “I must’ve not heard your count darling” squirming Y/N whimpered “o-one thank you captain” nodding I spanked her hard again, causing her to jolt forward.

After her ten spanks Y/N was whining and squirming. I smirked at her gently teasing my fingers over her wet cunt, her hips bucking up into my hand. I smacked her already sore ass once again “don’t you dare”. Whining Y/N stayed still as I let my fingers circle her sensitive bud, gently taking my thumb and putting pressure on her swollen clit. Her moans growing louder as I buried two of my long fingers into her soaked cunt “gotta get you all nice and ready for my cock, but you don’t need much do you darling? You’re just my little wet fuck toy hm?” Gasping and moaning Y/N squirmed as I worked my fingers in and out of her. Y/N knuckles turned white as she gripped the sheets. I smirked at her and curled my fingers mocking her “no matter how much I fuck your pretty little cunt you’re always so tight for me” looking up at me she whined “Captain p-please” I pulled my fingers out “oh no baby, I’m no where near being finished with you”

Walking over to our dresser that kept our toys I slid on my harness for my strap and watched her as I adjusted it. Y/N bit her lip as she watched me her chest rising and falling in attempt to recover from her denial. I smirked “what ya starin at baby?” Y/N’s hands flew up to cover her face, trying to hide the tint in her cheeks. I laughed and straddled her “look at me baby” shaking her head I cocked my eyebrow at her “I wasn’t asking little girl, I’m telling you to look at me. Now.” Whining a little she squirmed. I watched her “okay missy, sure, lets take that route”

Lining up my faux cock to her tight hole I thrusted into her. Burying my cock into her cunt. Y/N’s hands moved from her face as she looked at me. Her mouth dropped open in a silent moan. I kept myself buried into her as I smirked “there you are” moaning she threw her head back “t-tight captain” I gently began to fuck into her as I smirked and mocked “such a needy slut, I know you’re tight my darling”. My hand made its way to her throat, wrapping around it I started fucking into her harder. Gasping her back arched as she moaned louder “f-fuck”. Y/N’s moans sounded throughout the room. Her unsteady and strained breathing. I smirked at her “look how pretty you are baby, pinned under your Captain, completely under my control”. Y/N moaned louder “f-fuck you feel so good Captain” groaning I put one of her legs over my shoulder and getting her at a deeper angle, fucking her into the mattress “oh fuck babygirl, such a good girl for me”. Y/N’s back arched as I smirked and she whimpered “p-please captain, please” pulling out I let her throat go, admiring the artwork of my handprint around her throat. Whimpering Y/N whined “b-but I didn’t cum” cocking my eyebrow at her I laughed at her “did you really think I was going to let you cum darling?” Whimpering she squirmed. I knew what words she wanted to say but she definitely knew better then to say them. Tutting and mocking I patted her cheek “oh poor baby”

Gently taking off my strap I set it in the sink to wash later then cuddled into her “okay darling okay, shhhh relax now”. Y/N buried her head in my chest, I gently cradled the back of her head into me and stroked her hair. I felt her relax into me as I kissed her gently then kissed her forehead. Y/N looked up at me then gently rested her forehead against mine, I gently crinkled my nose at her and rubbed her back “you did amazing my darling, so incredibly well for me. I am always so proud of you”. A smile spread across her face while her eyes lit up, she looked so got damn adorable. I held her hand close to me and whispered “go to sleep darling. I’m not going anywhere”

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Tom is Finer

Tom “Iceman” Kazansky x Reader

It took longer than originally expected… I’m sorry!

It doesn’t really follow either movie. I just had an idea and ran with it.

PLEASE DONT STEAL! And please be kind😅❤️

Warnings: Implied smut(no actual smut), Maverick is a dick(I’m sorry! It was necessary for the plot!)

Based on Tom is Finer by Kristy Lee:

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I no longer entertain him

Why’d I give him my attention?

Pete and I had been going out for about 3 months.

But I had noticed a shift recently. Before we made it official, Pete was great. He was attentive and caring. Now, everything has changed.

Tonight he asked me out to the O Club with his friend Goose and his wife. They are absolutely wonderful. They love each other so much, it almost hurt to see them together when I felt like Pete only wanted me there as a place holder until something better came along.

Carol was the only person I had confided in about mine and Pete’s relationship. He rarely wanted to spend alone time with me anymore. He actually never wanted to go anywhere but the O Club. And I knew exactly why.

Pete had been eyeing the same woman at the bar for weeks. Throughout the night I saw Pete scanning the room. When he finally found her sitting at the bar, his eyes lit up.

“I’m going to get a drink.” He said walking away.

He didn’t ask if any of us wanted one too. He just left. I felt humiliated. He could at least do a better job at hiding his obvious affections for another woman when I was sitting right there.

Carol saw how sad I looked and grabbed my hand.

“Honey,” she said to Goose, “We’re going to the ladies room. We’ll be back in a jiffy.”

Goose just smiled. Knowing we needed a moment alone. Even he had noticed Maverick’s hurtful behavior.

She pulled me into the ladies and checked that is was empty.

“What’s going on with you and Maverick?” She asked bluntly.

I sighed, “I honestly don’t know. We were fine but ever since we made it official he has been distant. He doesn’t want to spend time with me alone. The only place he wants to see me is here.”

“What could be going on with him?” Carol seemed to be asking herself.

“My guess is the blonde at the bar.” I said bitterly.

Carol sighed, “Her name is Charlie. Goose told me about her. Pete had his sights on her but she kept turning him down.” She told me gently.

I looked down trying not to cry. I felt so angry and humiliated!

“I’m so sorry, Y/N.” Carol said. “He’s an absolute fool for acting like this!”

“Thanks,” I said, I know she was just trying to help.

She pulled me in to a hug and said, “You deserve better.”

“I think I’ll just call a cab. I don’t feel like staying out anymore.”I said shakily.

Carol nodded and helped me clean up before we walked back out to the bar.

Pete was still at the bar talking to Charlie. I rolled my eyes and walked right past him.

Carol walked up to him. Probably to tell him I was leaving. He just nodded and went back to his conversation with Charlie. I went home.

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Why’d I give him my attention?

How’d I overlook his best friend?

About a week later I was invited out by Carol. I was surprised considering I hadn’t talked to Maverick since that night at the bar. No calls or anything. I told her that I wasn’t really in the mood to heal with Pete, she assured me he wouldn’t be there. I decided to go.

I walked in to the O Club and quickly found Carol and Goose and they were joined by two pilots I didn’t recognize, and Maverick. Of course he was here.

“There she is!” Goose exclaimed.

Pete looked stunned to see me. He clearly didn’t expect me. I smiled at him, but he hurried away to the bar embarrassed. Like a kid caught doing something naughty.

I quickly looked at Carol, mentally calling her a liar. Why would she do that? He clearly didn’t want me here enough to invite me himself, so why should I be here?

Before I could call her out on her lie she spoke up, “This is my friend Y/N! Y/N this Slider and Iceman.” She added with a smirk.

Slider smiled and waved at me before turning back to Goose and talking. But Iceman had his full attention on me.

He had a smile smile that made my knees weak. I could feel the blush creeping up my neck.

“Call me Tom.” Iceman said, and reached out his hand to me.

“Nice to meet you.” I said trying to ignore the way he gazed at me. I reached my hand out to him to shake. He instead kissed my hand. I thought I was going to melt in to the floor.

“Can so buy you a drink?” Iceman asked, breaking his trance on me.

“Sure! Thank you!” I said trying not to be over excited. But it was hard given the effect he had in me.

I gave him my drink order and as he walked over to the bar I looked at Carol. She leaned in and whispered, “He’s a great guy. A little cocky for my taste, but he’s better than Mav.”

“Why haven’t I seen him around you guys?”

I asked.

“He and Maverick butt heads a-lot.” She said. “They can be friendly when they need to be, probably just some pilot-ego stuff. But you should go for it!”

“I don’t know, Carol. If I couldn’t get Pete to pay attention to me how can I get Tom to?” I asked.

“You don’t need to, Sweetie,” Carol said with a sly smile, “He hasn’t taken his eyes off of you for a second since he met you.”

She nodded in his direction and I turned around to see him looking directly at us. Most men would look away and try to play it off as a coincidence.

Not Tom. He smiled and winked at me, and I felt my face heat up. I looked at Carol and we both giggled like little girls.

Poor Goose was very conflicted. Maverick was his best friend. Practically his brother. He had tried to talk to Mav about his recent behavior before, but it never worked. Goose knew Carol had a logical reason for calling on Iceman that night. He just hoped it didn’t end in a fight.

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Damn, that’s the kind of gentleman

Holds the door when I’m walking in

I spent the next 2 hours talking to Tom. He may have been cocky pilot like Pete, but that’s where their similarities ended.

He was sweeter, funnier, and a complete gentleman. We were completely lost in the conversation until we heard a throat clearing.

It was Goose, he had his arm around Carol.

“We’re headed out, need to relieve the baby sitter.” He joked. “Do you need a ride Y/N?”

Tom spoke, “I can take her.”

Before I could speak I heard a voice intervene.

“Not necessary Ice,” Maverick said glaring at us. “I’ll take my girl home.”

My blood boiled. He really ignored me the entire night. No. Our entire “relationship”. But he decided to act all tough when someone else wanted me? Oh. Hell. No!

“Then I suggest you find a phone and give Charlie a call.” I said sassily before turning to Tom. “I would appreciate a ride home, Thank you.”

Tom smirked, “Let’s go.” He said while grabbing my hand and lead me to the door without a second look at Maverick. We walked over to his car and he opened the door for me.

I looked out my window to see Carol and Goose in their Bronco next to us. They both smiled and gave me a thumbs up.

Tom and I talked the entire ride, about anything and everything. He was so easy to be around. We pulled up to my house and immediately felt nervous. I didn’t want tonight to end, but I was hesitant. After the humiliation Maverick put me through the past few weeks, I knew I couldn’t go through that again.

“I hope you know,” Tom said breaking the silence, “I really like you Y/N. You are gorgeous, smart, and funny. Maverick was an absolute idiot to screw up with you.”

I looked at him stunned, “So you knew Pete and I were together?”

Tom nodded, “Yes, I knew. But I also heard how he had been treating you. Ditching you in a bar, not calling, and flirting with other women.”

“So this isn’t just a ploy to piss Maverick off?” I said semi-joking .

Tom laughed, “No. But that is an added bonus.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at his response. There was something about Iceman that made me want to believe him. Believe that he genuinely wanted me, and that he wouldn’t hurt me.

“You deserve better, Y/N. I know I can treat you better.” Tom said seriously.

I smiled and said, “I believe you.”

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Makes me feel like I’m in demand

Not some f***ing back-up plan

Being with Tom was fantastic! We had been dating for about 2 months. Recently we hadn’t been able to see each other due to training, but we talked on the phone everyday. I told him once that he didn’t have to and that I didn’t want to bother him at work. He assured me that I would never be a bother to him and that he looked forward to talking to me during the day.

Tonight was going to be our first date in awhile and I was so excited. I was getting ready when I heard the door bell, he was right on time. I opened the door to see him in jeans and a nice shirt. It was still kind of odd seeing him out of uniform but what caught my eye was his hand. He brought me flowers. I started to tear up.

“What’s wrong, gorgeous? Do you not like them?” He asked worried.

“No! They are beautiful! I’ve just never had someone bring me flowers before.” I replied, slightly embarrassed by my emotional outbreak.

Tom looked flabbergasted, “No one? Ever?”

I shook my head ‘No’.

His face softened and he set down the flowers before grabbing my face lightly, “I promised to treat you better than anyone else, and I meant it. So I hope you like flowers because now you will be getting them all the time.” He joked. I couldn’t help but laugh.

He took me to a local diner and then to a movie. On the way home we sat in comfortable silence. Being with Tom seemed to come naturally.

That night when he took me home, one thing lead to another and we ended up in bed.

He made could in his promise. He definitely treated me better than anyone else ever had.

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Call me traitor

Call me phony

But he lost me to his homie

After a long week I was thrilled for this weekend! Tom would have 3 days off and we planned to spend them all together.

Knowing him it would be spent in bed, but still I was excited.

I pulled into my drive way after work and was surprised to see Pete sitting on my porch. We hadn’t spoken in months. What did he want?

I got out of my car and headed to the door. He stood up to greet me.

“Hi Y/N.” He said.

“Hi Pete. What are you doing here?” I asked genuinely confused.

“We just hadn’t seen each other in a while,” he was smiling but he was clearly nervous. “I figured we could hang out.” He added.

“Actually I have plans.” I said trying to walk past him to my door.

He side stepped in-front of me, “What about tomorrow?”

“I’m busy all weekend, Pete.” I said beginning to get frustrated. “Can you please leave? I am expecting company.”

Pete sighed, “Look Y/N, you can’t be with Tom.”

I rolled my eyes so hard I thought I’d hurt myself, “Why not? Please tell me why I shouldn’t be with an attractive, funny, smart, wonderful man who treats me well.”

Pete scoffed, “He’s using you to get at me. Can’t you see that?”

“Really? How?” I asked sarcastically, “Does brag about having me? About our dates or our sex life? Does he even mention me at all?” I asked, knowing I specifically asked him to not talk about our private life on base for this exact reason.

Pete nervously looked down, “No. But—.”

I interrupted him, “ ‘But’ nothing, Pete. You humiliated me! You made me feel like some back-up girlfriend to keep you company while you waited for someone better.”

“I never meant to hurt you.” He tried to reason.

“But you did!” I yelled.

“I know I did!” He yelled back.

He took a deep breath and looked at me, “Why him? Why did you have to pick him?”

“Pete,” I said softly, “I know you feel like I’m betraying you or something. But my decision had nothing to do with you. I love him. He is the best thing that has ever happened to me, and I won’t apologize for that.”

Pete nodded. He silently walked over to his bike and rode off.

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Got a real man

Real provider

I walked into my house and collapsed on the couch. I felt emotionally drained.

I was re-thinking what happened when Tom walked in.

“Babe?” He called before seeing me laying down on the couch. “I saw Mav pulling out. Are you okay?” He didn’t seem surprised by Pete’s presence.

I sat up, “Did you know he was coming by?” I asked.

Tom sighed before sitting next to me and saying, “He and I got into it today. He overheard me talking to Slider and he went off talking about how I was only with you to piss him off. I lost it, and started yelling about how he should’ve treated you better if he wanted to keep you. He said that he wasn’t giving you up, that he would prove you still wanted him. I still should’ve warned you. I’m sorry. Are you okay?”

Tom was genuinely concerned. He didn’t even seem to care that Pete was here. He was worried about how I felt.

“What we’re you talking to Slider about?” I asked

“What?” Tom asked confused.

“You said that Pete over heard you telling Slider something.” I explained. “So what were you telling Slider?” I was slightly nervous. What could he have been telling Slider? I thought he didn’t talk about me on base?

Tom smiled and I couldn’t help but smile too. The he grabbed my hands then kissed them.

“Tom! What?” I said giggling.

“Slider was asking how things were going with us, and I told him how great you were.” He looked down bashfully, which was something I never thought I would see him do.

Tom continued, “Then I told him that I am in love with you.”

I felt my smile grow even more.

“And I am Y/N. I love so much! I would do absolutely anything for you.” He said and I thought I was going to die of happiness.

“Funny you should say that.” I said shyly. “I told Pete when he was here how wonderful you were and and I love you too.”

Tom pulled me into him and kissed me. Tom always kissed me passionately. Like it was all he was meant to do.

I don’t think I could’ve been happier in that moment.

I meant what I said to Pete. Tom is the best thing that has ever happened to me. I love him. And I’m not sorry, Tom is finer.

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misc sweeney hcs

(disclaimer. i am new-ish here and have no idea how popular/prevalent any of these are go easy on me ok. also a lot of these are dadben related wh o o p s)

i've seen some variance of if this is canon in fics and stuff but i really do like the idea of the barkers also living above the pie shop in addition to the barbershop being there. similar situation w the pie shop/lovett living quarters. ig it's just easier to picture in my head then????

(p sure the b*rton film confirms smth like this but i'm ignoring it bc i don't like that guy. this idea is mine now)

part of the reason i like this so much is it means that benjamin barker had all the more time to have lovely moments with lucy and johanna when he wasn't busy with clients

(this also makes sweeney returning there without them all the more painful. if he sits and doesn't do anything then he's flooded by memories of the life he had in those same walls fifteen years ago. like no wonder sweeney's so bent out of shape by being forced to wait for the judge and the beadle to come to him)

johanna had only JUST started walking when ben was transported. he was so excited and happy and loved to try and assist her, encouraging her to take steps holding his hands. chattering away about her with any customer that would listen, perhaps even showing her off ("look at my jo! she's such a fine girl!" "i'm sure she is, mr. barker, but could you please finish shaving me?")

he bought johanna a little lacy bonnet when she was a week old. she didn't need something so fancy at such a young age, and lucy had already sewn her a few bonnets months prior. it wasn't the most sound financial decision he ever made. but oh, his girl just had to have it, and it's a little big, she could grow into it! (lucy admits she looks very cute with it on, even though she says johanna doesn't need it)

(the bonnet is left forgotten in a drawer somewhere for years, until sweeney opens that particular drawer and finds it gathering dust upon his return. he feels sick seeing it, reminding him again how much he missed. then he puts it back and refuses to give it any mind.)

nellie lovett was infuriated by lucy barker in that way that you can't quite pinpoint why you're mad other than they're "too perfect" or "too pretty" or something. ofc there was the fact she was married to ben, but i think there was a little "get out of my school" energy going on there too

idk exactly how lucy ended up on the street (or in bedlam, as lovett says in the finale) but i do think that nellie was, sadly, at least complicit in inaction to stop this from happening (if not having thrown her out herself)

anthony is the sweetest dude around and genuinely loves johanna. doesn't matter that he barely knows her when he says he'd marry her, he knows that he's going to be happy as long as she is

johanna loves him too, and she's surprised by it. not because of anything to do with anthony, but because she's felt so little real love in her life (that she can remember). it's a wonderful and frightening rush looking at him, sometimes, but then he squeezes her hand, or does something silly, or even just sneezes or clears his throat and she's brought back down to reality, in a good way. that anthony is real, and human like her. she doesn't have to "earn" his love by being utterly perfect.

they get out of london basically as soon as they can, just wanting to leave it all behind, at least for a while

it took a little time and arguing but anthony did end up getting a good sum of money from the judge's death, through johanna's inheritance going to her husband (him). they immediately used this money to finance travel. they both love to travel, anthony promising to show her the beauty of the world that, still, cannot rival her in his eyes

this is all i got that's coherent rn really lol. anyway here you go sweeney todd fans who liked/reblogged my post haha @demonbarberofbeepbeep @captains-clever-goose @little-lovett @fabulousairpirate @funnygirlthatbelle

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Record of Ragnarok, Jack the Ripper x S/O (shot)

What a lovely day it was to enjoy a cup of Darjeeling tea. Jack headed to the restaurant, humming Mother Goose’s lullaby to himself. His mind was as clear as sky above him. It was crowded at this time. Who would’ve thought that even in afterlife humans would find something worth chasing. Well, Jack now also had a new purpose. Was it destiny or twist of a fate that the moment he thought about it, potential purpose simply collided with him? — Ah, my apologies — he mumbled, hearing loud ouch. Before him stood woman of average heigh, her auburn hair was blowing in the wind. She rubbed her forehead, turning eyes towards Jack. Colour of her soul became slightly yellow as she noticed his serious face. She might not have heard him. — My bad — her voice was weak. Jack immediately put on a smile, he didn’t mean to scare her. — Be not afeard — he said. A woman blinked as if she heard a ghost. In one moment her soul filled with red which Jack interpreted as confidence. — The isle is full of noises — she whispered with content smile. Jack’s eyes widened. — Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not. — Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices… — he began reciting with her. They both lowered their voices to better reflect the tone of the work. Red colour exploded inside a woman, passion completely took over. — That, if I then had waked after long sleep, will make me sleep again: and then, in dreaming, the clouds methought would open and show riches ready to drop upon me that, when I waked, I cried to dream again — they finished together. The woman sighed as if she had just smelled a delicious cake. When she looked into Jack's eyes again, there was pure joy in them. — William Shakespeare, The Tempest — she winked at him. — Act three, scene two — added Jack. — Isn’t it beautiful? She nodded with a broad smile. — I thought you wouldn’t get it when I started and think I’m a weirdie, but I just couldn’t deny myself! What a great surprise! — Indeed, meeting another person who can recite so finely word for word such a magnificent part… A shadow flickered across woman’s face. Her inner colour changed; intense red washed out, became faded. Jack interpreted it as an embarrassment. — Oh, I’m so sorry — her cheeks turned red — I think I might have made wrong first impression on you. You see… — she scratched her neck and with closed eyes said in a single breath — I don’t know much more about Shakespeare. She opened her eyes, her face was contorted as if she had eaten something sour. — How so? — I tried to read his work but… truth to be told, I don’t think I am bright enough to understand it. Language issue. I was born long, long time after him. Jack’s shoulders dropped a bit. — Disappointed, aren’t you? — she laughed. Jack smiled. — It’s odd you know that one. — Well, I heard it when I was a teenager and it kinda stuck with me. It’s sounds so beautiful I had to learn it by heart, but until today I’ve never said it out loud. Red colour brighten up again and her soul filled with passion that Jack shared. The loud noise of a passing car reminded them that they were both heading somewhere before this conversation started. They exchanged shy smiles and began to walk hand in hand in silent agreement. — You seem like man who is well-read — she said after awhile. — I have read all of Shakespeare's works. Woman’s eyes widened. — Really? — she sounded impressed. Jack felt a flush of heat in his ears that spreaded on the cheeks. — Be or not to be… — she whispered slowly, glancing at Jack in tense silence. — That is the question — he obediently followed, imitating the right tone of voice. — A horse, a horse! — her voice became more livelier, almost desperate.

— My kingdom for a horse! — he scouted with her. Woman giggled and Jack couldn’t have helped but admire how beautiful someone’s soul was when they enjoy themself. Just how wondrous it would’ve filled with fear-… no. That’s the past. What's done is done. He was living a new life now. — These are hackneyed — her voice brought him back to reality — Beside them I don’t know more except one. I really like… wait, how does it go, I don’t want to spoil it… Ah! To thine own self be true… — … self be true — he finished with her. — But I don’t know where is it from. — Hamlet, Polonius said that — Jack answered almost immediately. — Ah, Hamlet. My English teacher would kill me for not knowing that. She gave him another smile. Jack’s heart started beating faster. Where this heat in his belly was coming from? Almost as if he was wounded, but without blood and pain. Such strange feeling and that colour he was emitting… Jack couldn’t have interpreted it at all. — What’s your favourite quote? — Mine? — that question caught him off guard — Hmm… Jack never thought of that. He adored a whole lot of them. He knew what happen in every act of every scene but to chose one out of so many marvellous works… would it be even… fair? — I believe I don’t have one — was his reply. — Oh, come on! — woman scouted. — You must have the one you like a bit more, the one that stands out. Jack allowed himself to drown in the endless abyss of words. Maybe he had to choose his favourite work first to find it? Which one could it be? Shakespeare’s sonnets? That was his very first after all. If there was one good thing that Jack’s father did, it was leaving that book in the brothel. — Hey, stranger! — Jack looked around and realized that his companion wasn’t walking by his side anymore. The woman was standing few meters behind, pointing out side street where she obviously intended to go — What’s your name? — she shouted. — Jack. He felt unpleasant sting in the chest knowing that they had to separate so soon. — Jack… — she said, her voice was still confident, but Jack saw blue stains of disappointed in her soul — … the next time we meet, you will tell me your favourite part! A larger group of people showed up and due to lack of space, the woman had to go with the flow. But she was looking at Jack as she was walking away and didn’t stop until Jack nodded. And then she was gone. Jack didn’t even ask for her name.

[spinningwebsandtales]

Top Gun Imagines Masterlist

Hello my lovelies! Countess here to announce that I have a masterlist now to compile all of my Top Gun fics where they are easy to find. I’ve never had to have one of these before so I’m pretty excited that I have enough to warrant one! So if you’re specifically wanting to find my Rooster fics/imagines you’ll be able to find all that I have to offer easily. I’ll keep it updated as best as I can, cause I still have more ideas coming and look forward to write more for this awesome fandom! So happy reading ladies!

And if you see a character you would like to be added to the taglist down below. Make sure you let me know!

Just a quick shout-out to one @the-marshals-wife​ (my best friend and muse) for her fantastic work on my masterlist banner edits! I am a traditional artist so I am no good at digital things so it’s a good thing she’s the Goose to my Mav! So seriously thank you a ton girl this masterlist would be completely boring without you helping me out!

Updated: 4/18/23

Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw

Rooster Try To Woo You Pt. 1

Promise Me Pt. 2 

Imagine Bathing With Rooster

Looking at Maverick’s Photos Together

Dancing In The Living Room

Beach Day With Rooster

Rooster Visits You In The Hospital

Arguing With Rooster

Arguing With Rooster Pt. 2

Rooster Sings Sweet Child O’ Mine

Rooster Taking Your Kids Trick or Treating

Jake “Hangman” Seresin

Hangman Trying To Woo You

Hangman Coming To Your Rescue

Arguing With Hangman

Arguing With Hangman Pt. 2

Handing Out Candy With Hangman

Robert “Bob” Floyd

Date Night With Bob

Pete “Maverick” Mitchell

Beach Picnic Date With Maverick

Tom “Iceman” Kazansky

Celebrating Iceman’s Top Gun Achievement

Nick “Goose” Bradshaw

Goose Comforting You After An Argument

The Top Gun Boys Reacting To Seeing Their Wives Pregnant Pt. 1

The Top Gun Boys Reacting To Seeing Their Wives Pregnant Pt. 2 

The Top Gun Boys Taking Care Of You While You’re Sick

Merlin

Merlin Confessing Before Leaving On A Mission

Slider Confesses His Feelings Before Leaving For Top Gun

Imagine A Buzzed Slider Flirts With You

Imagine A Buzzed Slider Flirts With You Pt. 2

Imagine Surprising Merlin With Big News

[pollyna]

Ron isn't a violent man. A dick, an asshole, prone to have more negative than positive things to say? Yes, yes and yes. But he's far from being violent. Said so there are limits he can't bare and alcohol isn't an excuse to not peak when someone isn't interested. They got back that morning from the USS Layton and they have been drinking at the O-Club for hours because they're all home and safe and they deserve a fuckin' break. Him and Ice? They're double, if not triple, celebrating. Winning Top Gun, getting back from the mission and scoring the men, in this case the woman too, they were mooning over for almost three months? If that doesn't call for a celebration what does?

Ron is dancing, Carole between him and Goose, and oh he can't thing of a better place to be and better people to be with. When Carole kisses him it taste like the Sherry Temple she ordered two hours before and then Goose tastes like beer and rum and yeah, he's probably dead and in heaven because there's no other explanation.

At least until a no from a voice he knows to well takes him back to earth. Someone, some fucking civilian, has Ice the wall and he's trying to kiss him. Ice who never drinks too much because he hates loosing control of the situation and who was dancing with Maverick the last time he checked. Ice who's been smiling all night and kissing Pete every two seconds because apparently drunk Ice means affectionated Ice and Mav was beeming under all that attentions, face red as a tomato and happy as a kid. Ice who's is kicking the civilian in the balls and punching him in the face because, just as Ron, he isn't a violent person but, differently from Ron, he knows how to land a punch or two. The civilian who looks pissed enough to not realise the man isn't alone and when he find himself a couple of inches from the ground he can't help himself to do anything else but screaming oh the fairy has friends! Ron would like to say he throw the final punch, he really would. Just like Mav would like to say the same but the first is still have the dude from his left underarm and the second is focused on Ice. But Carole, Carole has her hands free and she just swings her right first in his face and the dude is done. Ron barely notices letting the dude go because he has to check on Ice and wants to kiss Carole because such a badass sweetheart and he wants to ask Goose to take them home because he needs to get f-

In which order all of it happens is still a mystery the day after because Carole kissed Goose while Ron was checking on Ice and then Ice was hugging him and kissing Maverick at the same time and Ron is pretty confused on how that was possibile considering how tall he is and how tall Maverick isn't. Then there was another drink, some of the expensive shit only Ice could ever bother spending his money on, two distinctively different hands on his ass and Maverick was fussing over Ice a hand southern than he could ever be comfortable thinking about and one directly under the other man shirt. And, the morning after, there's a soft materass under his back, Goose is spooing him and he's spooning Carole, the house is silent and the headache is killing him.

Carole drove Ice and Mav home before us murmurs Goose in his ear so mine and your best friends are safe and we can sleep. Don't open your eyes Ron, sleep please and so he does.

now in fic format: here.

[poetryinsilence]

Top Gun crew and songs I associate them with

These are entirely what I thought would vibe with them and are based because I say so LMAO...don't come after me...

Rooster: Bennie and the Jetts - Elton John (he got handlebars, hawaiian suit, you know i saw it in a magazine! long stretch but banger piano)

Hangman: Pour Some Sugar on Me - Def Leppard (obviously)

Phoenix: Lightning Bolt - Pearl Jam (she's badass and fun and i find this song suits her well)

Bob: Sweet Child O' Mine - Guns N Roses (baby on board)

Coyote: Hungry Like the Wolf - Duran Duran (pun intended)

Fanboy: Glory Days - Bruce Springsteen (again, obviously)

Payback: Barracuda - Heart (imagine a payback montage and that intro plays. that's sexy)

Cyclone: Heroes - David Bowie (lowkey kinda defines cyclone)

Maverick: Danger Zone - Kenny Loggins (it’s default and I can’t change that)

Iceman: Crying - Roy Orbinson 😭😭

Goose: Great balls of fire - Jerry Lee Lewis (also default)

[tmmyhug]

Would you be willing to talk about your stardew adevntures? Do you use the wiki a lot or try out on your own? What is your favourite thing to do? Which characters do you like? Have you completed the community house? Do you decorate your farm and would you be willing to post pics of it? What are you working on right now? Are your pets named after something/someone? What made you start playing? Honestly anything and everything about your stardew experience, I just really like stardew and the different ways people play it.

slaps hands together now THIS is Quite the interview!! ok lets see

i use the wiki on and off when i get stuck, and for crafting stuff ie. dye recipes. i also allow myself to look up where to find certain materials for quests but Only when they're things ive already found without the help of the wiki. and i only read the info i need i dont look at the whole page. i want to experience new things organically and all that, but i dont want to spend a whole day in the wrong section of the mines when im looking for skeletons, yk ?

i like most of the characters! not a big fan of shane alex or pierre. i Love krobus emily and leah a lot and i adore most everyone else <3 oh and i dont like morris obviously. im dating like Everyone because i want to see as many cutscenes as possible lol. but i think im gonna marry emily eventually. she was my first love <3

cut because Long

i just finished the community house a few hours ago!! im really excited!! i dont know exactly what it entails but some new things are happening and they are cool :o

right now i am working on skull cavern and its sooo slow ughhhh . i can only get to like level 30 in a day. trying to farm rocks for more stairs but its taking forever. i am also saving up for the furniture and wallpaper catalogues and to upgrade my coop to deluxe so i can get bunnies <3 im so excited for the bunnies <333

my animals names are all really dumb lol. my sister thinks theyre hilarious though. my name is Bungus, my cat is Bingo, and my horse is Bongo. hold on lemme go look at the barn animals so i can list em. ok the cows are Cowsington, Scrunklina, Bathilda, & Dave (after techno, kinda). the goats are all named after cheese i have Feta Cheese, Parmesan, Mozzarella, and finally Cracker bc cheese and crackers. my single sheep is Lovejoy (heehoo) and my single pig is TBH (after the autism creature ..) the chickens are Obama, Goose, Wibbly III, and x_pogboy_x (after that one tommy video). the ducks are The Queen and The King. for no real reason and my two void chickens are Death and Ebony D Way (..hello my name is ebony darkness dementia raven way)

nothing in particular made me start playing I was just bored and my sister recommended it to me for the dozenth time so i was like sure ok ill try it. and now im here. help

umm some other stuf I thought the pigs were really ugly so im using a barnyard animal mod that makes all the barn animals really cute! i also have a mod that retextures the horse, and another one that adds a friendship mechanic to the horse. because when i got the horse i was really mad that i couldnt pet it. horses deserve pets. if you want the links to any of those i can hit you up! oh and one more mod that just adds some convenience stuff like daily luck and birthday icons, scarecrow/sprinkler ranges, calendar accessible from anywhere, etc

heres some pics!

[fictionadventurer]

WIP asks (if you're still taking them--sorry I'm a bit late to this): rook and thrush and/or stolen lives?

"Rook and Thrush" is my "King Thrushbeard" retelling. It's meant to fit in with the other short fairy tales I'm writing--first person, sticking as close to the original as possible. I've only written the first scene of it, but it's a good one to go back to when I'm feeling cranky, because that is very much the narrator's vibe. (Also, it's fun because Thrushbeard is having the time of his life indulging his trickster side--or at least he will be until this comes back to bite him.)

“By the king’s left eye!” he crows, in that high-pitched accent that makes it sound like he’s trying to swallow his own tongue. “Never thought I’d end the day with a wife. This morning I thought, ‘Maybe I’ll play a tune for that king up the hill. Get a coin or two from him.’ And the moment I step in the door, he shoves his own daughter on me as lawful bride. Now, I ask you, dear heart, is that a thing that any right-minded man could have been asked to predict?”

I am too angry to answer. If I speak, I will explode, and we are too close to my father’s house. I refuse to let Father see how thoroughly he has won.

My husband doesn’t mind my lack of answer. He chatters on gaily, “I comes before him, plays my song, and instead of offering me a bit of gold or a bite or supper, he says, ‘You’ll marry my daughter.’ Just like that. ‘She’s refused all other husbands,’ he says. Now, knowing what sorts o’ kings and dukes and things has been asking for your hand, I says, ‘Then I doubt she’ll take me, sir.’ But he didn’t care a jot about that. That’s downright fair-minded of him. Most folks’d look at my clothes and my eyepatch and think me a first-rate scoundrel, but I suppose kings is better’n us common folk at reading the hearts o’ men , so I reckon he could see the bit of gold I keep tucked under the muck o’ mine. ‘She’ll have no other for her husband,’ he says, and who am I to gainsay the king? They march me into that little chapel--in front of the bishop himself, and me in nought but my common traveling clothes!--and barely give me the chance to look at you afore they calls us man and wife. But here we are! The minstrel and his bride! Rightful wed before God and man, and I daresay you’re a prettier piece of womanflesh than I expected. Downright picture-like now that I can see you proper in the sunlight.”

Stolen Lives is the draft of the Shapeshifter Goose Girl story I talked about the other day. I don’t have anything I want to share from that draft, but I will mention that since I made that post, a Prince of Egypt post sparked some thoughts that led to a lot of worldbuilding and a new take on the story. I’ve written a short prologue that outlines some worldbuilding and the moment where the main character is captured and enslaved. It’s still very, very rough, but I suppose I can share a snippet of it, since I’m at the point where I’m excited that it exists at all.

I grab what I can from the table—cutlery, candlesticks, anything that might be useful as a weapon. Mother tears it all from my grasp. “No, Isa!” she says. “We can’t fight.”

She’s right. None of us can. Our gifts are weak after the long night of fasting. Rioma must have known this, and chosen this holiest of nights for their cowardly attack.

Mama places her hands on my shoulders. Her power surges through me, and my own power rises to meet it, following her lead to change my body in the space between breaths, far more than either of us could do alone. In moments, I stand as tall as Mama, with night-black hair that hangs only to my chin. In the glimpse I can see of my face in the darkened window, I can see that I appear much older.

Mama’s eyes are wild as she looks into my new face. “Isa! Run!”

There are still a lot of potential pitfalls with this new angle, but I’m willing to explore and see what comes of it.

[strangerficsx]

CHAPTER FOUR | WILL THE WISE

gif not mine. credit to owner.

WC: 1,002

Jennifer, Max and the boys walk down the hallway before running into Joyce Byers. 

“Dustin!” She calls, 

“Mrs. Byers?” 

“What’s going on? Where’s Will?” 

The door opens as a panicked Lucas rushes in as everyone looks toward him. He pants. 

“The field!” He shouts. 

Everyone follows Lucas out to the field, seeing Will and Mike. 

“I just found him like this. I think he’s having another episode.” 

“Will! Will! Sweetie, wake up! It’s Mom!” Joyce shouts. 

Jennifer stands there worried. Will is in a trance like state, his eyes rolled to the back of his skull. She begins to sweat, worried about Will. Suddenly, hes gasps coming back to reality. After he comes out of it, they follow the boy and his mom out of the school standing on the stairs above, watching as they leave.  

“Okay, that totally freaked me out. Did that not freak you guys out?” 

“It freaked me out. Poor thing.” Jennifer says. 

“Two episodes in two days.” 

“It’s getting worse.” 

“You think it’s True Sight?” 

Everyone looks at Lucas.

“What’s True Sight?” Max asks. 

“I–it’s nothing,” Lucas says. 

Mrs Byers starts her engine before driving off, leaving everyone there. 

——

The next day, Jennifer arrives at school and enters the gym watching Steve and Billy play against each other. She keeps quiet as the sounds of a whistle blows and shoes squeak on the floor. She can’t seem to understand what’s exactly happening as Steve guards Billy. Billy catches the pass, facing Steve. He laughs. 

“All right, all right. King Steve, everyone. I like it. Playing tough today.” 

“Jesus! Do you ever stop talking? Come on!” Steve shouts. 

Jennifer sees Billy as she rolls her eyes, annoyed and remembers what happened at Tina’s party, feeling like an imbecile. Billy laughs again. What is with him? Why is he always laughing? Stupid bastard. 

“You afraid the coach is gonna bench you now that I’m here? Huh?” 

Billy shoulders Steve, knowing him down before scoring. The ball lands in the hoop as Steve takes Billy’s offered hand. The newcomer leans in close, he says something to Steve that Jennifer can’t hear very well. He then shoves his hand before leaving him on the floor. She leaves too, waiting outside the gym as Steve finally enters the hallway, greeting her. 

“Jennifer?” 

“Steve, hey. I wanted to, um, see you.” 

“For what, exactly.” 

“No reason.” 

He nods as they walk down the hall together, stopping by his locker. They continue walking after and talk some more. Some time later, Jennifer enters her next class. 

——

???’s point of view

At a park, a kid jerks forward and backward on a rickety spring rocker painted like a duck as Nancy and Jonathan wait nervously on a bench. Nancy checks her watch. 

“It’s 15 past.” 

“Yeah, I know. Just give him time.” 

Nancy spots a bald guy in a covered area reading a newspaper, he talks to himself as Nancy notices. The male notices the teens looking at him. Jonathan shifts his gaze to a man feeding birds. Nearby, parents push kids on a mary go round. Looking over their shoulders, they see a group of kids playing Duck Duck Goose while two women supervise. By a large tree, two ladies in workout clothes cool off. When Jonathan looks again, he finds the male feeding the birds staring at him as Nancy notices one of the moms watching the group of kids looking at her. A guy walking a dog eyes them. Both of the women in workout attire give them a glance as they run by. A man with a briefcase peers their way, fear taking over. 

“I think we should go.” 

The teens rise and begin walking off. Nancy clutches her purse as they cross a bridge. The male in the trench coat trails them. They reach the parking lot as they approach Jonathan’s car, climbing in.He turns the key in the ignition, but the engine sputters. Suddenly the bald man from earlier knocks lightly on Nancy’s window, startling her. 

“Trouble with your car, miss? I can give you two a lift if you like.” He offers. 

The man in the trench coat stands on Jonathan’s side as the male with the dog positions himself in front of the car. They teens whirl around to find a woman standing behind the car, the guy knocks again. Jonathan remains still with his hand on the key as the guy flashes an unnerving grin. 

——

When Jennifer arrives home from school she sees her mom pouring cat food into a bowl. She greets her mom.

“Where are you? Mew-mew! Dinner.” Claudia calls. 

Suddenly Dustin enters, closing the door behind him. 

“Hey, Dusty!” 

“Hi, hey. Hey, Mom.” 

“Everything okay?” 

“Yeah, everything’s fine. Yeah.” 

He walks past her and enters his bedroom. Jennifer busts through the door, standing there as she shuts the door. She locks the door behind her, startling Dustin. 

“What are you hiding, dipshit?” 

He ignores his sister. 

“Dart, I’ve gotta talk to you, buddy. It’s about Will.” 

Dustin pulls the sheet of the terrarium and notes the glass broken as slimy substance drips off the remaining shards. Jennifer furrows her brows, stalking closer. His mouth agape, he reaches inside and picks up a translucent dead skin from a puddle of mucus. The sound of screeching catches their attention as he whirls his head around to face the corner of his bedroom. The sound of grunts come from behind the chair as Jennifer notices crimson splattered on the orange chair, stalking closer as Dustin follows. He notices splotches of blood on the carpet, following the trail to his orange chair. They peeks over as blood drips down the wood’s back, finding Dart the size of a small dog eating Mews. His head is buried in the cat’s stomach. Dart turns to them, his flaps open as they surround the opening with rows of sharp teeth. It screeches at them. 

“What the hell is that?” Jennifer asks. 

“That’s not good.” 

“No shit, Dustin.”

[libidomechanica]

Yearns for their lives made for intellectual eunuch Castlereagh

And singular She is solid.     For he, disgrace account; all his brethren the world’s dust, the     pitcher shapes a brand; and then what he known, and that, than tempt     further. A death weighs the summer sweetness. Dies or e’er the     city by thy soul just

ne’er be got by any art: then     I long expectant, it answered into the mountain wheel?     Not sighed not think, nor careful house or blamed shall see some man     is always the proper purple get, each in the heaven’s     sweet sister; darting foam;

your lakes freedom, wisdom may die.     Gay; who leaves, all love to his brethren the inward from expense;     the holy strikes each gripping with thee, fury, woe, i’ll     send there, what are both hold it! Maud willows like swine or admires     such day as after

step. To th’ utmost meke, wha     wad soon the has soul believe? Silence hast command of our     June—shall these rites the crown put on, to be, belovëd, what     seeth faults, not vsde to run afresh, at best, to shock a saint,     that, to give you thirty-

two and all that within a look,     for spring and my hands in my arms. Yearns for their lives made     for intellectual eunuch Castlereagh? Once the sober     sort of mine rebuke! Because my cruel scorns like Samuel     from the love no scuse spun

every rocking in the must needs     fights the west shoots—Add this world. The imaged Wordsworth nor     be so several parts may looked out a Tory at last,     of that gives me now. And adores a goose: her looked out in     all the Prophet David,—

david, speak, and things sake, kiss it     is a hand or treasurer, the Vision meant but say so,     another’s hand: make fire cold and heart. Thou dost hate. By the     clouds to call in this way! Yes; and I will glance we are full     clear and snow, deceiu’d that

pair doth processioned tirade—     loving hawthorn bush as crests of night what was the swan, and     queen: Why wept it? Look not think I gave me through lifted o’er     the day build an instant he sucked from the sparrow, if the     ashes, whose shoe-store … I’m

lugging angel, face, no hand, propose     this lute and mishap, a deep mistrusting ever stirs     this—this soul disdained, conspiracy or control the roused,     and smile can warm weather, I am poorest hovel to     a Midwife’s or daughter

of state and sings, samite sheets     war not that she trips alone. Nor tasted them that other     heart. Each still to rob the clear; and crystal. Interjection     at the boatswain is in her hand, as we’re every world let’s     go said he go slow braille

to liven ichulle forsaken     and all the pleading roses and thou, who, in an ample     full bright, sooner that rang with a kiss therefore the speech     planned, youth shows hath hire owen make, then kind love no moment     pushing to him: Friend. My

Nanie, O. The west shoots—Add this is     not be; no drum nor trumpet’s peal, the gentle mate thy     Protection unto Themselves to thee. For nothing blush’d with a     reflected, and in the one floating between, above, the     that ’s underfoot, the

veil. Love and had the Town. Must see     reveal’d. That same floor of thin distance love, or hand in     fashionable thou arrivest with strange, although he planned! Is this—     this could I flee from over here Mixture is a feast; lilies,     doubt or stay? Me how

there they grew in the virgins sow,     and since all the tower of an air thence him the stocking!     Or English poets starr’d with that raw and find sometimes Sun     and a voice, so deeply by our own sweet and wide; but I’ll     myself and be no weltring

snare hills? We don’t so much beames     dispers tales of that runs before art out of Night is     one doth grow? Is much one merciless—break of moonlight once     laughs to see: and that now it would speak; and sometimes, bewitch     poor spring, resembling

baskets. Already in the wrong     at my breast. A watercresses too little moment or     broken hawthorn-hedge, slow tyranny of the current of     garland, gems, as lights of love no sooner than one in Grecian     tires are afraid.

The difference is ylent men have     to frame a nest of us loved and began to cease to     sit and though to knows where thou receivest at themselves awake     with thou never find ye there; or too crowded your wish     to superficial move

said—Oh Darling, was cajoled. Rises     up like thee why thou made, through, each flowery nunnery;     by silent sapphire- spangled brest, Stay, seeming of     heart free, and the thread and Moon; and the Grace, staide her, the windy     hill. Say there, my joy!

[kurtsnirvanabrother]

A compilation of the best ancient insults/quotes:

Villain, I have done thy mother.

Away, you three inch fool.

What, you egg?

Thou hast no more brain than I have in mine elbows.

Out of my sight! Thou dost infect my eyes.

Thou damned and luxurious mountain goat.

Thou art unfit for any place but Hell.

I am sick when I do look upon thee.

Thine face is not worth sunburning.

Drunkenness is his best virtue.

Enter, clown.

Thou cream-faced loon. Where got’st thou that goose look?

She is spherical, like a globe. I could find out countries in her.

Detested parasites.

Thou smell of mountain goat.

Thou deboshed fish, thou.

Beetle-headed flap-eared knave.

Thou hast not so much brain as earwax.

Out, dunghill!

Thou unnecessary letter!

Castilian King Urinal!

You are an ass.

Foot-licker.

And my favourite:

HAMLET: O fuck.

[exit Hamlet]

DIONYSUS: [doing everything wrong]

Like that?

CAPULET

You are a saucy boy.

DIONYSUS

I cant describe it. But I’ll tell you in a riddling way. Have you e’er felt a sudden lust for soup?

HERACLES

Soup! Zeus-a-mercy, yes, ten thousand times.

FOOL

[sings]

What is love?

[exit, pursued by a bear]

LADY CAPULET.

What, are you busy, ho?

[blueathens]

Biggest Win Of All

Summary: In which Ben thanks his biggest supporter in his success.

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DISCLAIMER: None of these images are mine, credit goes to original owners

A/N: I still suck at these...I definitely prefer writing XD

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y/n.l/n haha butt

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masonmount i’ll tap that ↪️benchilwell date with me at 7 ;) ↪️masonmount i’ll pick you up handsome! ↪️y/n.l/n thank god you’re taking him off my hands! thought i’ll never get rid of him!

y/n10 how does a man have a better arse than me?

bjc21 he needs to drop he workout routine

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y/n.l/n that should be me...with kai

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benchilwell i think you misspelled my name babe x ↪️ y/n.l/n you’re right its spelt s-o-p-h-i-a ↪️benchilwell i’m going to blame this on your dyslexia x

kaihavertz29 stealing your boyfriend ↪️ y/n.l/n and i’m stealing your girlfriend...at least she doesn’t use gel :)

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caption: Chilly in training

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caption: got to teach my girl 💛

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benchilwell We did it!!!!

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declanrice what a performance bro🔥

jhenderson Congrats chilly!! 🏆 ↪️ y/n.l/n no fair you got the smexy goose to comment on your post

dele my brother

y/n.l/n i never fucked a champion before :) ↪️masonmount that is disgusting ↪️y/n.l/n only saying that cause you’ll never get laid with those shitty pickup lines :) ↪️masonmount fuck off ↪️ y/n.l/n LANGUAGE!! THERE ARE CHILDREN PRESENT ↪️ masonmount says the five year old

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benchilwell despite the big win, Y/n is my biggest win of all

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masonmount ew cheesy...where is my post?

y/n.l/n @kaihavertz29 hahahaha he’s touching my butt now ↪️kaihavertz29 y/n...i was touching his butt in the other post ↪️y/n.l/n ...shut up...he never touched your butt so ha ↪️timowerner what are you four? ↪️y/n.l/n five actually :)

masonmount @y/n.l/n you know chilly lets me touch his butt all the time ↪️y/n.l/n who asked? ↪️benchilwell what is everyone’s obsession with my arse? ↪️y/n.l/n have you not seen it? its as big as an elephant! ↪️masonmount an elephant? ↪️benchilwell want to know what else is big😏 ↪️ y/n.l/n a dinosaur :)

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