#ada's theater of thoughts

[horrocious]

I need to read more things with women shaped like this. especially if they also like women

[imfierylilac]

Who the Nevermore characters would be if they lived in our time:

Eulalie – a writer. I’m sure she’d live in some creepy old house (like the one she bought in life, lol) and write gothic novels or horror. And she’d be a very sought-after author in that genre.

Duke – an actor. That’s halfway canon anyway. I imagine he’d work in both film and theater, and he’d do most of his own stunts on stage, which would earn him the nickname “Fortunato.”

Berenice – a singer. I picture her performing jazzy songs that would be total hits, and her concerts would always be lavish and well-planned.

Morella – a chef. I’m certain she’s a natural cook and loves it. She’s definitely the type who gets genuinely happy when others enjoy her food. She might even run a cozy little family restaurant.

Prospero – a doctor. That’s canon, and I can’t see him as anything else. I think he’d be a surgeon and the head of a clinic.

Montresor – the owner of a rodeo arena. It’s weird, I know, but looking at that walking cowboy, I just can’t shake the thought.

Ada – she’d work as a consultant in a fancy boutique. The kind who gives you a judgmental look while you browse, like she thinks you can’t afford anything.

Will – a librarian. No seriously, Will looks like he knows so much but is too quiet and unsure to show it. The shy librarian role would suit him perfectly.

Lenore – she’d work in emergency management, like at FEMA. I mean, come on, this girl has a savior complex and a heroic streak. I imagine in modern times she’d run away from her abusive parents and devote her life to helping others.

Annabel – I think she’d just continue the family business. Probably be the CEO of a company. Annabel totally gives off “boss girl” vibes.

Pluto – an artist. I feel like he’d have a hidden artistic talent and people would really love his work.

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Университет. Ч. 1

Под покровом ночи студенты стекались в Театральную академию, чтобы себя показать и на других посмотреть. (Under the cover of darkness, students flocked to the Theater Academy to show themselves and look at others)

По мнению Карины, театр начинается не с вешалки, а с буфета, поэтому она первым делом отправилась перекусить. (According to Karina, theater begins not with a hanger, but with a buffet, so the first thing she did was go have a snack)

Смотреть на потуги выступающих первокурсников было скучно, поэтому девушка заглянула в художественную мастерскую, чтобы развлечься и заодно улучшить собственные навыки. (It was boring to watch the efforts of the freshmen performing, so the girl dropped into the art workshop to have fun and at the same time improve her own skills)

Ада внезапно захотела посетить урок труда, и пока другие пытались сколотить табурет, она создала игрушечного робота. (Ada suddenly wanted to attend a craft class, and while others were trying to put together a stool, she created a toy robot)

Но Ада не могла отвлечься от учебы, пока не закрыт гештальт - не сделана курсовая работа, из-за этого она, прихватив Карину, явилась ночью в университет. (But Ada could not distract herself from her studies until the gestalt was closed - the coursework was not done, because of this, she, taking Karina, came to the university at night)

Преподаватель вечерней группы немало удивился появлению Ады в классе, но большее возмущение у него вызвало то, что девушка даже не слушала его лекцию. Она писала свою курсовую работу. (The teacher of the evening group was quite surprised by Ada’s appearance in the class, but he was more indignant that the girl did not even listen to his lecture. She was writing her term paper)

Наутро его сменила преподавательница дневной группы, которой он пожаловался на поведение Ады. Преподавательница сама не была в восторге от того, что девушка на ее занятиях играет в компьютерные игры, но поделать ничего не могла, ведь Ада - светоч их факультета. (The next morning he was replaced by the teacher of the day group, to whom he complained about Ada’s behavior. The teacher herself was not delighted with the fact that the girl was playing computer games in her classes, but she could not do anything, because Ada is the light of their faculty)

Карина действительно собиралась почитать учебники в библиотеке, но как тут подготовишься, когда на каждом шагу встречаешь своих новых друзей из тайного общества? С ними же надо пообщаться. (Karina was really going to read textbooks in the library, but how can you prepare when you meet your new friends from a secret society at every turn? She needs to talk to them)

А еще следует уделять внимание любимому, а то вдруг он не дождется ее из университета. (She should also pay attention to her beloved, otherwise he might not wait for her to return from university)

Что касается Ады, то она боялась отношений, хотя ее возлюбленный уже готов был предложить ей руку и сердце. (As for Ada, she was afraid of relationships, although her lover was already ready to offer her his hand and heart)

Лишь когда она поняла, что может главенствовать в их паре, то решилась сама предложить помолвку. (Only when she realized that she could dominate their couple did she decide to propose an engagement herself)

Конечно же, ее возлюбленный согласился, и они впервые поцеловали друг друга. (Of course, her lover agreed, and they kissed each other for the first time)

Можно было подумать, что с их сдержанностью первое вуху будет только после свадьбы, ��о плотские желания охватили их, и они сорвали покровы друг друга прямо в фотобудке. (One would have thought that with their reserve they would have sex for the first time only after the wedding, but carnal desires overtook them and they tore each other's covers right in the photo booth)

Неожиданно подошла пора сдавать сессию. Карина, несмотря на постоянное отвлечение на общение с разными людьми, попала в список лучших студентов, но во втором полугодии последнего курса ей стоило поднапрячься. Ада как всегда была великолепна и готова вновь садиться писать уже дипломную работу. (Suddenly it was time to take the exam. Karina, despite the constant distraction of communicating with different people, was included in the list of the best students, but in the second half of her final year she had to push herself. Ada, as always, was magnificent and ready to sit down again to write her thesis)

Вместо учебы Карина утром вызвала лимузин и под предлогом вынести мусор уехала в тайное общество. (Instead of studying, Karina called a limousine in the morning and, under the pretext of taking out the trash, went to a secret society)

Там ее тепло и с тортом встретило гибридное растение, с которым девушка хотела подружиться. (There she was greeted warmly and with a cake by a hybrid plant with which the girl wanted to make friends)

Хорошо, что однопартийцы ее предупредили о коварном нраве растения и о его вкусовых предпочтениях, иначе Карине не поздоровилось бы. (It’s good that her fellow party members warned her about the insidious nature of the plant and its taste preferences, otherwise Karina would have been in trouble)

Но даже к сытому растению не стоит поворачиваться спиной, собирая урожай симолеонов. А вы не знали, что деньги растут на деревьях? (But you shouldn’t turn your back on even a well-fed plant when harvesting Simoleons. Didn't you know that money grows on trees?)

К сожалению, в тайном обществе царил патриархат, поэтому для остальных было нормально, что мытье посуды и готовка - это обязанность девушки. (Unfortunately, patriarchy reigned in the secret society, so for the rest it was normal that washing dishes and cooking was the girl’s responsibility)

Однако Карина приехала сюда не обслуживать других членов, а получить некоторые выгоды: подделать свои оценки и напечатать поддельные симолеоны. (However, Karina did not come here to serve other members, but to get some benefits: to fake her grades and print fake simoleons)

Хоть оценки улучшились, ходить на лекции ей всё же пришлось. (Although her grades improved, she still had to attend lectures)

А пока она училась, Ада со своим кавалером обжималась во всех углах университета. (And while she was studying, Ada and her boyfriend were making out in all corners of the university)

Но при Карине они делали вид, что очень увлечены учебой. (But under Karina, they pretended to be very passionate about their studies)

[whirligig-girl]

I recently received a copy of the Cerritos Crew Handbook. This was obviously my favorite page, so here's a high resolution digital scan. (just kidding)

Image ID: A starfleet PADD tablet with a page showing basic facts about Mellanoid Slime Worms in the style of the species bio pages in the Star Trek: Lower Decks: Crew Handbook. It is heavily annotated with commentary from Mariner, Boimler, Tendi, and Eaurp Guz.

Transcript below cut:

NAME: Mellanoid Slime Worm provisional Federation member. Boimler: I've brought on our Mellanoid officer, Ensign Eaurp Guz, and our resident expert on Mellanoid biology, D'vana Tendi. Guz: full Federation member now, actually.

GREETING: Mellanoid Slime Worms react poorly to friendly insults. At first their righteous indignation might seem like a positive response, but be fair warned! You are not befriending them.

Boimler: Wait, who wrote this? Mariner: Looks like the uh, Zaldan who made first contact with them in the 30s?

TABOOS: Eating in public, uncovered skin. Abducting their children as pets. They do not take kindly to any kind of romantic advances. Guz: ... Tendi: ... Mariner: Girl. IMPORTANT BIOLOGICAL FACTS: Mellanoid Slime Worms are composed of a single amorphous cell which can shapeshift into any number of revolting forms, but which do seem to be willing to take on a bipedal appearance when dealing with aliens. Mellanoid Slimes have no sex, no gender, and reproduce asexually. Not much is known about Mellanoids. Their biology, evolution, and habitat are still a mystery.

Guz, responding to "revolting forms": Wait what? We've always been mostly humanoid! And nonhumanoid forms aren't revolting! They're beautiful! Some of my best friends have nonstandard features. Mariner: no sex? Sick burn. Guz, responding to "no gender": I am a woman. Mellanoids are assigned agender at birth but a growing movement is recognizing that some of us do experience gender. Tendi, responding to the whole section: Mellanoid Slime Worms are comprised mostly of visceral slime with a gelatin skeleton made of skeletal gelatin. Their nervous system is highly redundant and spread throughout the body, with slightly darker regions corresponding to regions of higher nerve density. All sensory cells can feel all senses, so they experience touch, taste, sight, sound, and other senses in their whole bodies, but form sensory organs to concentrate those senses. The biomolecular composition is. Mariner: ok Ada Lovelace, we don't need the footnote to be THAT big. CULTURE: The Mellanoid Slime Worms posses a highly repressed culture, lacking entertainment, interpersonal interactions, and with individuals living in even the richest and most technologically advanced nations on their planet being confined to abject poverty. Their technology is rudimentary, with steam propulsion still in common use on land, and their spaceflight manifests as small capsules incapable of even safely making the journey to the nearest gas giant without assistance. Due to their revolting appearance and archaic technology, they are not worthy of further consideration.

Guz: We don't live in poverty! We just have movie theaters instead of televisions, public kitchens instead of restaurants and dining rooms, libraries instead of personal computers. And Advanced Steam locomotives are cool, ok! They were cheaper to run than diesel engines for many years. Guz: Don't even get me STARTED on the rockets of the time. Oh globs, the things we were able to do with only chemical rockets back in the 30s and 40s! Probe missions to Glerbuh and Rabbit, crewed missions to Omen and Oldsky... and that's before the latest warp drive prototypes. When I was in the astronaut corps, they were working on a warp-2 drive! And that's transwarp-2, so that's like 26% faster than the NX-Beta. Mellanoids pride ourselves in our space exploration, which is why even now we're in the Federation we still have our own space program.

Boimler: Huh. That's it? I thought there'd be more, you know, like, something about the history, maybe native animals, why the taboos are the way they are. But it's just something about steam trains and rocket ships? Guz: No actually I think they pretty much hit the stem bolt on the autoseal. I can't think of a reason a new recruit would need to know more about my species. Besides, Tendi's medical research is pretty thorough. Mariner: Hey I just tried to access the research. Why is it flagged as "Age-Locked"? What kind of "research" are you two doing anyway? Guz: Ohhhh... oh no. Tendi: Ok we can stop talking about this now! Boimler: Eh it's probably fine. I mean, why would a minor using a starfleet database need to know critical biological details about a mellanoid slime worm? What, is some, I dunno, Brikar kid gonna stroll up to Starfleet with a slime worm baby and not know how to take care of it? Mariner: Hah! A big stony alien kid taking care of a gooey lil worm? Like that'll ever happen.

[imzadi-caskett-huddy]

It Started With a Kiss (5/?)

Thanks to everyone for reading and for the comments on the last chapter! I told you guys to give it time and Josh would go away, lol. I’m so glad you are all enjoying this so far!

This chapter is based around the episode “One Life To Lose,” which aired on March 21, so for timeline purposes, we’ll say it’s been about 3 weeks since the events of the last chapter and Beckett ended things with Josh. This chapter picks up at the end of that episode, where Castle gives her the photo and goes from there.

Just a reminder, the story follows along with the course of the show…the only different aspects are the added or reworked scenes that I write.

I still don’t own Castle.

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Beckett had never been so happy to have an interesting case in her life as she’d been when she got this one. A murder on a soap opera. It was right up Castle’s alley. She couldn’t help but feel like he was pulling away from her. She’d wanted to tell him that she had ended things with Josh, but she hadn’t had the chance yet. She’d barely seen or heard from him since the dirty bomb case. He’d stopped by the precinct a few times, but when he’d realized it was a paperwork day, he hadn’t stayed around long. Then there had been last week when she was prepping a case for court with an ADA, so she hadn’t really been available. And telling him about Josh wasn’t something she wanted to do via text message.

But during this case, he’d seemed like his old self. They’d seemed like them again. They had bantered, built theory…it didn’t feel like he was pulling away from her at all, and so Kate thought maybe she’d just been imagining things. He had even agreed to join the boys and her at The Old Haunt for drinks after she finished up the paperwork on the case.

She looked up from her paperwork when she felt his eyes on her and found him standing in front of her desk with a manila envelope. “What?”

“I got you a present,” he offered her the envelope with a smile as he sat in the chair next to her desk.

She took the envelope and couldn’t hide the small smile as she opened it and pulled out a signed cast photo from Temptation Lane. “How did you even get this?” she asked.

“I know people who know people,” he shrugged.

After studying him for a moment, Beckett shook her head, the look on her face saying she had given into his antics to tell her why she was a fan of the show. She watched as he leaned on her desk and cupped his chin in his hand, giving her his full attention. “Okay. I was 9 and I had to get

my tonsils taken out and I was miserable. And so, my mom took time off of work and stayed with me and cuddled up in front of the TV on the couch and we would watch episodes of Temptation Lane. So, every time I see it now, it just…it makes me feel like home and safe. So, there you go. Judge away.”

Castle listened patiently and offered her a smile. "My DVR would make yours look like Masterpiece Theater. But I am glad to know this about you.”

She offered him a smile, her eyes meeting his for what felt like the first time in weeks. “Castle, thank you for the photo.”

“You’re welcome.”

She tugged her lower lip between her teeth for a moment before deciding to continue. “I was wondering if you wanted to grab dinner after drinks at The Old Haunt?” she asked softly.

He inhaled deeply and put a smile on his face for her benefit. “Actually, I think I’m just going to make it an early night,” he declined her offer. He would love to have dinner with her…but he’d asked her to pick him only to watch her ride off into the sunset to Motorcycle Boy. It had been 3 weeks; she hadn’t said anything to him about it, so he assumed she really had chosen to stay with Josh. Continuing to work with her as friends was one thing, but he couldn’t put himself through the torture of seeing her outside the precinct.

The feeling that he was pulling away from her suddenly returned with a vengeance. “Some other time, then,” she said quietly, doing her best not to let her disappointment show.

“Yeah, maybe,” he continued to force his smile.

“I’ll see you with the boys at The Old Haunt. I just have about ten minutes of paperwork left, and I’ll be right behind you,” it was her turn to force a smile now.

“Sure,” he nodded, heading for the elevator.

The fake smile on her lips faded as he disappeared into the elevator. It wasn’t even half an hour later when she entered The Old Haunt and frowned when she saw the boys, but no Castle. “Hey, this Castle’s seat?” she gestured to the empty barstool next to Espo.

“Nah, he actually just left,” Espo shook his head.

“Yeah, he said something about making it an early night. But, drinks are on him tonight,” Ryan grinned, taking a drink of his beer.

She forced a smile as she took his abandoned bar stool and ordered herself a shot of Vodka along with a Vodka martini, downing the straight shot quickly while she waited for her other drink. Tonight beer just wasn’t going to cut it.

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“Alright, Kate, spill. I was gonna give you until after your first glass to open up about whatever is going on, but you’re just staring into it like it’s got the answer to the secret of life,” Lanie said to her friend a couple of evenings later as she sat across from Kate at her kitchen counter, a bottle of red wine between them.

Kate looked up and took a big drink of her wine. “I think I messed up.”

“With Josh?” Lanie asked, her voice softening. She knew Kate had ended things with the doctor a couple of weeks ago, but she had sworn she was fine. Maybe it was finally hitting her.

“With Castle,” Kate shook her head.

“So tonight isn’t about Josh…the boyfriend of over 6 months that you recently broke up with; it’s about Writer Boy?” Seeing Kate nod, Lanie took another drink of her wine murmuring, “I don’t know if I brought enough wine for that...” Seeing her friend’s look, Lanie put her glass back on the counter. “So you’re not upset about Josh?”

She rolled her eyes. “I’m upset that I hurt him, sure. But I’m not upset that I ended things. It wasn’t fair to him anymore, Lanie. We weren’t going anywhere...at least not where we should have been considering how long we were together. His heart was in his work…asking him to stay here wasn’t fair, not when…”

“Not when you realized you have feelings for Castle,” Lanie finished for her.

Kate gave her friend a knowing look before draining her wine glass and then putting her face in her hands for a moment. “Castle kissed me…I kissed him…we mutually kissed…” she tried to explain, rubbing her face and propping her forearms on the counter.

“What? When?” Lanie was shocked by this news.

“Which time?”

Lanie’s eyes just about popped out of her head. “Which time?! Girl, how many times have you and Writer Boy locked lips?”

Groaning, Kate held up 3 fingers as she pinched the bridge of her nose. “He told me he’s in love with me.”

“Why am I just now hearing about this? You need to give me details.”

“Which time?” Kate asked again.

“Which…girl, if you don’t stop saying ‘Which time?’ and just start giving me all the details, I’ma smack you,” Lanie warned her. Clearly something had been going on for awhile, and Kate hadn’t bothered to keep her best friend in the loop.

She sighed and poured them both some more wine, finishing off the bottle. “You remember the Lockwood case, when Ryan and Espo were taken?”

“Kate, that was two months ago…” Lanie realized. “Why didn’t you talk to me?”

“I guess I thought I had everything under control.”

“Honey…I know you’re this badass detective, and you’ve got this whole Miss Independent thing going for you. But certain situations call for a girl's night with your best friend. Keeping all this bottled up inside is why you’re going to end up with an ulcer,” she told her friend sympathetically. “Now start at the beginning, and don’t leave out any details.”

That was exactly what Kate did. She started with the kiss during the Lockwood case that was supposed to be a ruse to fool the security guard, how later that night Castle had confessed he loved her and kissed her; continued with the undercover date at the nightclub and how Castle had wanted to start a scholarship to honor her mother's memory; how she and Castle had spent Valentine's Day together when he needed cheering up and Josh was stuck at the hospital, and how she had kissed him that night; how Castle had once again told her he loved her and asked her to pick him over Josh during the dirty bomb case; finished with Castle’s behavior from just a couple of days ago when he’d turned down her dinner invitation where she had been planning to tell him she’d ended things with Josh and how he’d left The Old Haunt early, probably to avoid spending anymore time with her.

“Damn, Kate. Can you really blame him though? The man actually said the words, ‘Pick me, choose me, love me,’ and then watched you walk away with the tall, dark, and handsome doctor you’d been dating for half a year! No wonder he didn’t want to go to dinner with you. He thinks you chose Josh over him! Castle is a lot of things, but he isn't a masochist.”

“But I didn’t!” Kate insisted.

“But he doesn’t know that. You never told him.”

“That’s why I invited him to dinner a couple of days ago…so that I could tell him,” she explained.

“Why didn’t you tell him right after you ended it with Josh?” Lanie pointed out.

“Because…” Kate trailed off with a shrug.

“Because why?”

She was quiet for a few moments. “Because I wasn’t ready to just jump into a relationship with Castle.”

“And you’re ready now?” Lanie arched an eyebrow.

Taking a deep breath, Kate sighed. “I…don’t know.”

Lanie gave her friend a sympathetic smile. “Honey…you have to talk to him. Even if you’re not ready to be in a relationship with him yet, you need to put the poor guy out of his misery. You have to at least tell him you ended things with Josh. You owe him that,” she told her softly.

“How am I supposed to do that, Lanie? It’s not like I can just reveal that bit of news while we’re standing over a dead body at a crime scene like it’s no big deal.”

“You have his phone number. Text him. Call him. Hell, show up at his front door. It doesn’t matter how you do it, but you need to tell that man if you want any chance at a relationship with him in the future. Or do I need to remind you what happened last May when you didn’t speak up soon enough and he moved on with his ex-wife?” Lanie asked pointedly.

“No…no.” Kate drained the rest of the wine in her glass as Lanie brought up the catastrophe that was her attempt at maybe starting something with Castle months ago. That was the linchpin event that started this whole disaster of a mess she was in right now.

“You know…the way you felt watching him walk away with his leggy, blonde ex-wife is exactly the way he felt watching you get on that elevator with Josh,” Lanie pointed out.

“If he hadn’t walked away with his leggy, blonde ex-wife, Josh wouldn't have been in the picture,” Kate countered as she buried her face in her hands. But Lanie was right; she knew it. She knew how heartbroken Castle was because that’s how heartbroken she had been for the entire summer. And Josh had been her rebound…a rebound that had gotten a little out of hand, but a rebound, nonetheless.

Lanie chuckled at her friend’s snarkiness; that had to be the wine talking, and although her friend was nowhere near drunk, the wine had obviously dulled her filter. “Maybe, but that’s no reason to let Castle be as miserable as you were. Not if you really care about him.”

“You’re right,” Kate sighed. “I have to tell him. But…not tonight.”

“Why not tonight? No time like the present,” Lanie shook her head with a smile.

“Because I’ve had too much wine to trust my judgment around him tonight. Because the last time I was around him after only half this much wine, I would have ended up in his bed if Alexis hadn’t come home when she did.”

Oh yeah, Kate’s filter was definitely dulled. No way would she have admitted that piece of information without the wine. “I don’t think that was the wine,” Lanie smirked. Seeing her friend’s look, she laughed. “Kate, come on. You are head over heels for the guy…you have been attracted to him since you started working together.”

“I have not! I hated him in the beginning,” she insisted.

“I didn’t say you liked him, I said you were attracted to him. I’m still surprised you didn’t jump that man within the first couple of months with the way you two went at it sometimes,” she shook her head.

“Lanie…”

“My point is, you two have always had chemistry. Now you have feelings for each other. I don’t think the wine is what is going to push you into his bed,” she smirked. “And so what if you sleep together? Pretty sure the sex would be phenomenal. And it’s not like you both couldn’t use the release.”

Kate’s head dropped to where her arms were resting on the table. “Lanie…you are not helping!”

“Girl, I’m just giving you the facts as they are. Fact 1– you need to talk to Writer Boy. What you do to him or with him after that is up to you. Fact 2– having sex with the man wouldn’t be the end of the world. You’re both miserable right now; sex would go a long way to improve that for both of you.”

“Or make it worse,” she countered. “It would change everything between us. If we’re not on the same page…”

“Kate. The man told you he loves you…twice. He asked you to pick him over another guy. Those are not the actions of a man who has any intention of walking away from you if you give him the option to be with you. And from what you’ve said, you don’t have any intention of walking away from him. So what are you scared of?”

“What if it doesn’t work? What if I lose him?”

“What if it works out? You could be happy…really happy, Kate. Don’t you want that?”

“Sure, we could be happy for a while. But for how long? He’s a best-selling author…a freaking millionaire. He can do anything he wants, be with anyone he wants. I’m not an actress or a model…I’m just a regular cop with a lot of emotional baggage. Eventually, he’ll realize he’s bored, or he’ll get tired of dealing with someone who is closed off and broken, or I'll do something to push him away, and I’ll lose him. And that will destroy me.”

“Kate…” Lanie started softly, reaching for her friend’s hand. “If you don’t even try, you’ll eventually lose him anyway. Because at some point, one or both of you will move on, and it will hurt too much to see the other with someone else. You’ll repeat this same process until one of you can’t take it anymore and walks away,” she countered. “Look, I’m not telling you it will work out between the two of you. No one can. Love doesn’t come with a guarantee. But I’ve seen the way he looks at you. The man created a character, an entire book series based on you…it’s obvious to anyone who has read Nikki Heat that he’s crazy about you. Just…think about it, ok?” she offered a smile. “You owe it to yourself to be happy. And he could make you happy.”

Kate rubbed her hands over her face, digesting her friend’s words. She finally sighed. “I’m obviously going to tell him about Josh. But I don’t know that I’m ready to risk my heart. I don’t know that I’m strong enough to.”

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I know��what a way to end the chapter, right? I hope you guys enjoyed this one, and I look forward to any comments you all may have on it!

[tookishcombeferre]

i look at you, in the looking back glass twelve - reading through mayo clinic articles analyzing symptoms, trying to find reasons, meaning, a lesson, or really just anything to make the torment make sense. parents know the answer, hold every key to this jötunn's true identity, yet choose to bury it beneath "normalcy." glamor, gloves, and masks only cover superficial cracks, and my power only grew, because in a world full of ugly ducklings, prize winning golden gooses, and sweet nightingales there is you - maleficent's raven, or are you poe's doomed to whisper "nevermore," ever more. i look at you, in the looking back glass sixteen - lost in wonderland seat belt on the roller coaster of life broken and bent as the world takes you for a ride flung this way and that way, clinging for dear life music your only tether to the world of your birth the words cycling in your mind a swirling vortex of an icy blast - do not fail, do not fall, make something of your life - do not fail your classes do not fall in love incorrectly make something of value out of your life. do it all on your own. i look at you, in the looking back glass twenty, nearly twenty-one - pacing the bridge lost in hysterics, and debating the worth of your life. weighing the scales of good and merit. against the mistakes and botched jobs you have done. heart beating frozen in your chest, and true love is so hard to come by. music plays softly and the birds you have said "good morning" to, each and every blessed day, come to rest in your path. tomorrow, you owe it to them to explain goodbye, but only for now. i look at you, in the looking back glass twenty-five - packing up your classroom for the very last time. you will miss those faces. but, your body will not miss the discordant sounds from the intercom, or the pacing. limitations have always been part of your vocabulary. or, at least, they should have been. weary. you are weary and you have aged three years for every one. so, you stand, clumsily on your feet one last time. pick up the box, saying goodbye to this chapter of your life. spotify recommends me my middle school favorites i hold them in my arms the way they should have been cradled. i hear the taylor swift anthem of 2012. i tether them back to reality and take the coffee away. i hear that marianas trench song that stayed my feet. i leave an extra treat for my unkindness and my murder, "hello again." i hear the song "all star" on the radio. i hold their hand and remind them they have saved the world. i stand on the other side of the looking back glass hearing all the names, seeing all the sights, riding each memory like an ocean wave, i wonder what you'd think of who you became: actor, singer, poet, parent, teacher, and friend. nine years feels like a blink, feet steady as you walk one foot after one foot roses still blooming and no longer wilting petal by petal. no longer counting the days 'till the curse will be permanent. look at you go. so many victories and you dare to call them simple. you have put color back in the sun, brought life back into stone, pulled yourself up out of your wreckage by trusting again. my dear, listen to me, we are a marvel. ~ "through the looking back glass:" the darker side of disney: part 1 P.S. Shuller ** Some personal reflections on writing this below the cut. TW: Suicidal Thoughts and Ideation **

I'm doing some reflections on turning 30. My birthday is coming up in January. I just went to my first Marianas Trench concert yesterday. I've been a Trencher since I was about 12 (2009ish). When I was at the concert, they played two songs from their older albums. (Masterpiece Theater for sure and I can't remember if the other song they played was also from that album or one of their other older albums.) I was lucky enough to have a friend who knew the venue well and got us ADA seating so I could stim while the concert was going on. I was able to have a whole little runway up in the balcony to dance like I used to as a young person. I remember listening to the song "Alibis" from "Fix Me" a trillion times (not literally) when I was in middle school. As I got older, "Ever After" and "Porcelain" became incredibly important songs to me. It was the song "Ever After," if memory serves, that stopped me from deciding to jump off a bridge while studying abroad. I don't think anyone knew how bad it was. But, we get through things, and I'm nine years on the other side of actively thinking of an attempt. I'm so fucking happy and proud. Yet, at the time, I had been absolutely certain my parents were going to disown me for coming out as nonbinary when I returned home. I was terrified of being homeless. I wasn't sure I was going to be able to get through school. But, I wasn't sure how I was going to get through life any other way than coming out. Yet, somehow, I managed to stay in the closet and keep living. There are still times where I feel like I wasn't brave enough to accept my fate, and I should have just come out anyway. But, kids, safety is SO FUCKING IMPORTANT. Stay safe first and don't be a martyr. Your feelings, like mine are valid, but know that making my choice is a valid one even if the feelings surrounding it get messy. Things are better now with my family. (As in my dad and I just don't broach the topic, and my mom is trying to get us to facilitate conversation but I've just given up. But, I'm at least "Still a part of the family Madrigal" so to speak.) However, as I was thinking about all of this now that I'm rested from the concert, I decided I wanted to write a series of reflections on life bridging my life from the two different sides of it. Side one is the musical side of it. I love rock music. I love opera. I love all sorts of crazy stuff. I've never met a genre of music I don't like. And, I have a history there. A lot of that, however, is darker and sadder. It's willing to acknowledge its mess and nuance. However, I also have a two year old. I'm watching a lot of Disney movies. I'm watching lots of stuff that has happy endings. But, there is a lot in there that is *sad!* There is a lot there that is dark. There is so much more than just the happy-happy, goodie-good, fun stuff. So, the old school emo and goth parent in me wants to explore that. I want to live into that reality that life is one of push and pulls. It's dark and light. It's not happily ever after. It's happily ever for now, and dark tomorrow. It's windy and rainy for twenty minutes and sunny skies forecasted in about an hour or two. I have a history, and I want the space to record the hard fought wisdom I've earned. I don't know if it will benefit anyone. But, I know it usually benefits me to write it. If you've read all of this, thank you. I'm just kind of in a pensive mood lately. So, thank you for bearing with me.

[oh-three]

The Rookie S7E9:

I FORGOT JAMES GOT SHOT.

He is so lucky Celina was there to respond quickly.

Nyla 😭

I love it when we get to see Nolan being supportive toward her. He's such a loyal guy.

"During which the world was on fire." Literally. Give your husband a break, Lopez.

No, Bailey is not okay.

Yeah, okay, dehydration makes sense lmao. Silly Bailey. You're supposed to drink lots of water when facing off against a wildfire.

Celina, whatever happens, that's not your fault. They'd both have died if you weren't there. It'll be a miracle if either one makes it. (which I'm sure they both will)

Damn, they found him faster than I thought they would.

Fuck, he hit someone.

That's one way to make a fucking diversion.

"Maybe lead with the part that we saved an old woman's life." Yeah, no, definitely.

Nolan, can you unsee that photo. No way James is going to jail 😭

Oh god, Bailey, what are you doing.

Ohhhhh, meth chemists. Yeah, okay, good call going to Celina.

Oh god, I have a lot of commentary already and we're not even halfway through the episode.

I forgot how annoying this lady was. Can Wesley like un-release himself from this case?

THE FUCKING ADA LADY SHOWED NYLA THE PHOTO.

OH, SHE'S SHARING ALL THE SECRETS, OKAY THEN.

Nyla's gonna be fucking pissed.

Vivian, get the fuck out. Can Grey get her removed?? Like, from her position in general?

Oh god. Guess not.

Nyla's world is getting rocked every which way today.

OH. THEY BROUGHT THE WRONG "DAUGHTER" UPSTAIRS. I KNEW SOMETHING FELT OFF.

Damn, okay, why is that lady a caregiver.

Hehehe. Celina owning those two chemists. Listen, I know people had doubts about her, but she genuinely is a good cop.

Wesley being the bestest friend ❤️

Still, I do hope James gets to live to tell his side of things. Because he's the only one who can tell them that the kiss wasn't intentional.

Okay, not chemists. These dumbasses tried robbing a meth lab. That's even funnier.

Lmao, Nolan tricked that guy very nicely.

Ooooh, cosplay. Actually, that's a theater/tv set.

I have a feeling that the show they just walked in on may have to reshoot that scene lmao.

Love how Nolan knew which show it was too lmao.

Hey, James survived surgery! How many surgeries did he have? Was it three?

And he's manning up to telling her about the kiss. This is why I love James. I knew he'd tell her about it. He's a good guy. Glad he's still alive.

The fucking robbers thought that $500 was $10k? Idiots. They were never gonna get away with that.

Awww, Lucy thinking about Kylie ❤️

Vivian, you are not on their team.

"I really hope she doesn't win." Amen.

Nolan wanting to give Harper the good news ❤️

"And the guilt was just radiating off of you." Lmfao. She's not wrong. Nolan is the worst at hiding guilt lol.

Nolan calling Nyla his hero 😭

Listen, I miss Thalia, but Harper and Nolan are one hell of a team. I'm so glad she ended up being his TO.

"…How often do you get pulled over for speeding?" Bailey, you said too much hahah

[arrows-unofficial-ocs]

🐨 + Nat? <3

Their last movie they saw in theaters: The last movie she saw in theaters was a rerelease of The Avengers (2012).

If they’re a good or bad driver, if they drive at all: Nat leans more towards being a bad driver and she’s rarely the go-to driver of the group.

A song I connect with their main friendship: Long Live by Taylor Swift (for Nat and the New Legends)

If they’re sentimental or not: As much as she denies it, Nat is sentimental.

Which poker card they represent: Ace of Spades

If they have a specific motif (animal, color, shapes, etc.): Nat’s motif is magic, purple, blue, and sparks.

What their room looks like: Nat’s room at home is a mess. Her room on the Waverider is still a bit of a mess, but she shares it with chaotic neat freak Ada Queen, so it’s a lot neater.

Which Winx Club character they are: Layla/Aisha??

If they had a wish right now, it would be this: Nat would wish for a stronger relationship with her magic. Not exactly easy to grant, but Nat struggles to bond with it.

The worst thought they’ve ever had about themselves: The worst thought that Nat has ever had about herself is that she just isn’t good enough to be John Constantine’s daughter, be a New Legends, or have magic at all.

Animal Ask Games (The Koala)

[agirlwithbigdreamsforher]

DATE NIGHT

THE NANNY: ONE SHOT

DATE NIGHT

Pairing: Andy Barber x Annie Johnson (OFC)

Summary: It’s always good to have some alone time once in a while.

Warnings: it’s porn. Cursing words and all of those forbidden things hehehehe.

A/N: SEX.

Word count: 1355

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Maddy, a 15 year old girl, was Jake’s new nanny. Andy hired her whenever they had their date night. Jake was running around the living room, Maddy closely behind him.

“Alright, we are leaving.” Andy said.

“Yes, Mr. Barber.”

“You know our numbers, if anything happens, anything at all, please call us, ok?”

“Yes, of course!”

Annie came down the stairs wearing the dress Andy gave her for their first anniversary of dating, it was a beautiful navy blue dress with noodle straps and an A cut skirt to her mid-thigh, a pair of white snickers and a light white sweater on top.

“I’m ready!”

“Let’s go.”

“Bye, guys!” Annie waved Jake and Maddy goodbye and off they went.

Andy turned on the engine and then turned to see Annie.

“You look beautiful.” He gave her a peck.

“Thank you. You look handsome.” Another peck, “So what’s the plan?”

“Dinner then Movie Theater.”

“I’ll choose the movie.”

“Deal!”

It was close to 10 when they walked into the movie theater. The room was almost empty, except for a few more people a couple of rows in front of them. 15 minutes into the movie when Annie got closer to Andy.

“Andy?” She whispered.

“Hmm?”

“I’m bored.”

“What? You chose this movie.”

“I know, but is boring.”

“It’s not. Just pay attention; it’s good.”

Annie huffed and turned her face to the screen. She had missed the first 15 minutes and now she was not interested in whatever was happening in front of her.

She then put her hand on Andy’s tight, creeping higher bit by bit.

“What are you doing?” Andy hold her hand.

“I told you I’m bored.”

“Are you insane? Someone might see us.”

“Who? There are like 3 people here and us.”

“I wanna see the movie.”

“Look, either we leave now or I’m sucking your dick right here, right now.”

Andy thought she was joking but her face was completely serious. And when Andy didn’t move, she leaned towards his lap. So he stood up, grabbed her hand and left the theater.

“That was bold.” Andy said once they were outside.

“Yeah, whatever.” They stood there for a minute, “What do we do now?”

“Go home?”

“Sure!”

They walked to the parking lot and climbed in the car.

“I have an idea.” Annie said, a playful smile on her face.

“What?

“I want to have sex.”

“No, really?” He said in a sarcastic note, “I got that 5 minutes ago! That’s why we are going home.”

“No, I want to have sex here, now.”

“WHAT?!”

“What?”

“It’s a public place! If someone see us…”

“There’s no one here!”

“I’m the ADA, I have an image to…”

“Oh, please! I’m sure you can manage.”

“No, no way!”

“Come on, it’s gonna be fun.” She grabbed his hand and put it between her legs. Andy felt her wetness right away.

“Are you not wearing panties?”

“Nop.” His fingers caressed her folds, finding her little button making her moan.

“Fuck.”

“Please, Andy.” She got closer and kissed him with need, “No one, will see us.”

He thought for a moment while he kept his ministrations on her clit. But then he removed his hand.

“We better go home.” Andy started the engine and Annie let out a frustrated sigh.

Andy was driving carefully on Main Street but his mind was elsewhere, thinking about Annie’s pretty pussy. His knuckles were turning white as he grabbed the wheel with force trying hard to keep it together, but his pants were getting tighter and tighter for his own liking. He suddenly gave a turn to the left.

“Where are we going?” Annie asked confused and the car came to a stop. The lights of the car illuminate the end of an empty alley. Andy turned off the lights.

“Come here.” Andy pounced towards her kissing hard with lust. Annie moaned into the kiss, and they only stopped once they needed air.

“But you said…”Annie began but Andy cut her off.

“Get on my lap.” He opened the fly of his pants and took his hard dick out. He pumped it a few times. “You want this?” Annie nodded and bit her lip. Andy pull his seat backwards as much as he could and Annie climbed on his lap, rubbing her pussy on his length.

Andy took her by her hips and pull her up, her pussy almost at his eye level. Her slit was barely wet and he dove in. His tongue lapping at her entrance.

“Oh fuck!” Annie was trying to keep her balance against the wheel. Andy sucked her clit slightly. “God!” Annie pushed her head back.

“Fuck, I need you.” Andy said with her beard glistening in his spit and her juices. He took his member and rubbed it against her slit before slid in. His girt stretched her deliciously. Once he bottom out, they sighed and moaned together.

Andy was just adjusting to her warm hole when Annie began humping him. His dick coming in and out of her.

“Fuck, that’s it, fuck yourself on me.” Annie move faster and faster, chasing her release.

“Andy…” she breathily moaned.

“You gonna come, baby?”

“Yeah… fuck!” Her pace was faster than ever, Andy could feel her walls squeezing him. “I…Can’t…”

Andy looked at her, her brows were knit together. He look down to her pussy and his finger rubbed her clit fast.

“SHIT! YES! JUST LIKE THAT! PLASE DON’T STOP!!!!! FUCK!!!!! I’M COMING!!!!”

Andy moaned as he felt her coming against his cock and her walls milked his dick. The warm feeling of his load filled her pussy and Annie lean against his forehead.

“That was…” Annie began.

“Amazing.”

“Yeah.”

They were catching their breath, still join together at their middle when the tap against the now foggy window made them jump. Andy pull the window down only to be met by a flashlight.

“Alright, lovebirds.” The voice sounded very familiar to them. “Oh my god, Annie?” The man moved the light from their faces. “Andy?!”

“Seb, what the fuck?!” Andy said.

“Me?! Why are you doing?! No, never mind I can see.” He said in a teasing tone looking down a bit.

“Don’t fucking look!” Andy said as Annie hid her face in his neck.

“I knew this car looked familiar!” he laughed, “Wait until Anthony hears about this.”

“Don’t you fucking dare!” Andy said pointing Sebastian with his finger.

“Can we go?!” Annie said this time, her face was red. Andy didn’t know if it was because of her orgasm, embarrassment or both.

“Sure! I’ll let you go with a warning. Just keep this,” He gestured with his hand to them, “to your house.”

“Like you’ve never done it!” Andy said.

“I’m not gonna lie, I know good places where no one can disturb you.” Seb said with a smirk. “I’ll tell you about them next Monday, how about that?”

“I wanna go home!” Annie said.

“Fine! You can go. Have a good night.”

Andy saw in the rare mirror how Sebastian jumped on his car and left.

“I can’t believe that just happened.” Annie said as she hid her face with her hands.

 “Hey,” Andy move her hands away from her face, “This was fun, I actually haven’t done it in a car since High School.” She smiled at him, “You get the worst out of me.”

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be, I loved it.” He lean in and kissed her softly. “And I’m also at fault, I couldn’t control myself.” She kissed him now, “We better get going.” Annie nodded and moved to the passenger seat. She squirmed when she felt his sticky cum coming out of her. She lift her booty and place her sweater on the site. Andy just shook his head, turned the engine back on and went home.

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Monday morning, ADA’s office. Andy was getting comfortable in his chair, the smell of his coffee filling his nostrils, he took a sip and the door suddenly flew open.

“You had sex in your car?!” Anthony said as Sebastian followed him.

“I can’t believe you actually told him!”

[lynnbeth5172]

Murder In The Palace Theater

Small bit of it.

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“Victims name is Bonnie Fitzroy, said she was killed backstage deposited here…” Ada gestured to the dressing room chair and Tom swallowed, he’s seen dead people before. Hell he’s seen men with half their face burnt, though seeing a child dead…made him feel a bit wobbly.

He opened and closed his mouth to find his words.

“Staged I suppose.” He felt Ada glare at him and he looked at her, offering a what he hoped was a smile.

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Yep I’ve lost it folks, I do want to give a lovely thank you to @bellaisasleep and @zaldritzosrose for sorta helping me find theaters in Manchester ❤️❤️❤️

Also @zaldritzosrose did a moodboard for this and I do recommend checking it out since it’s amazing❤️

This story is based off of two things: Agatha Christie books and the movie ‘See How They Run’ with Saoirse Ronan in it.

Taglist: @zaldritzosrose @thought--bubble @wolfdressedinlace @bellaisasleep @liv-cole @arcielee

@prettymuchteddy @sepherinaspoppies

Anyone who wants to be added could comment or message me❤️

[lovelastart]

Some late night thoughts about DoA's arc

Maybe Fukuchi had a special bond with his comrade that died in his arms, the one who lost his right arm and eyes bandaged. The one who didn't want to die like a fly. But it's a tragedy.

Maybe that was the time he old Fukuchi died, or buried deep inside the new Fukuchi. Come to think of it, the time Fukuchi went to the war was the time Fukuzawa probably started being bodyguard. Then, several months after that, Fukuzawa met Ranpo for the first time.

When the theater case happened, the V organization was already there with Fyodor. So, perhaps, Fukuchi met Fyodor who offered him the world peace and joined the organization, creating Decay of Angels. After the war, Fukuchi's mind was so unstable and full of grief.

And Fyodor has good ability to persuade people, so he easily wormed into Fukuchi's mind, maybe manipulated him into agreeing with him. Then, after the DoA was built, they started with kidnapping Natsume Souseki. (Maybe because he knew world secrets?)

But they failed. In fact, it was Natsume who put himself into the trap (but for what?), maybe Natsume predicted that he could escape if he was in enough danger. I thought Ranpo solving the case and saving Natsume was a coincidence but I guess Natsume kinda planned that too?

So that Natsume could pay Ranpo's father by making Ranpo meet Fukuzawa, so Fukuzawa could take care of the kid (why Natsume didn't take the kid himself? Why Fukuzawa? Because he already saw that Fukuzawa needed a guidance? A lighthouse?)

Also what if Fukuzawa didn't take Ranpo? Would Natsume do that himself?

Then, after a year Ranpo and Fukuzawa having a journey of life, full of enrichment, especially for Fukuzawa, that he could dream again about protecting people, about his code of justice, because, being with Ranpo, Fukuzawa felt like he could be his better self and achieve more. He opened his heart and his mind into accepting people in his life, caring about people, becoming the one who would command people to protect more people.

The thing once he avoided, now he sought out. And still, with the intention so that Ranpo could be the greatest detective and be safe. That's why he would go through the obstacles of being a director, a leader, no matter how he hated having attachments before.

(I rambled lol) so, when Ranpo solved the theater case and failed the DoA's plan to kidnap Natsume (which made Natsume go into more secure hiding place) had they thought about Ranpo being their obstacle? Perhaps, but now Ranpo was with Fukuzawa so that they decided to wait until the right moment? They watched the ADA grow bigger, with Fukuchi being the one who watched over them? And being Fukuzawa's old friend, maybe that's why he tried to maintained the fractured bond? Maybe for Fukuzawa, the bond between them was still the same. But, for Fukuchi, the bond was already fractured. But Fukuchi played along as if nothing happened? That's why Fukuzawa could still trust Fukuchi? While Fukuchi just played along, being the good old friend, but he was watching the main obstacle for DoA? Maybe, Fukuchi knew he was the bad guyAnd the world would eventually know that he's the bad guy? So he decided on his own that there should be a hero in this story. That hero was Fukuzawa.

At their last fight on the airport, Fukuchi went so far hurting people, including his comrades, and put Tanizaki and Kunikida into weird dangerous machines just to ignite Fukuzawa's anger, so Fukuzawa would kill him. It was his plan so that the hero would kill the villain. But Fukuchi didn't actually kill the agency members right in front of Fukuzawa. Why?

Wouldn't it be more dramatic if Fukuchi killed one of them? So Fukuzawa could be angrier? Or, he could just kill Ranpo on the spot to make Fukuzawa instantly kill him. Anyway, Fyodor should have suspected that the ADA was their main obstacle to gain their goals.

Maybe they decided that Fyodor would take care of Dazai, and Fukuchi would take care of Ranpo? But, maybe Fyodor didn't know, that Fukuchi wanted to make Fukuzawa and ADA into the heroes?

Also, I still wonder what kind of negotiations Ranpo had with Bram. One that Ranpo asked of Bram was probably pulling off all the vampires, and killing Fyodor in that helicopter. Maybe Ranpo said that Fyodor was Bram's main obstacle from achieving his freedom.

Anyway, Bram had no other business with the world. Maybe not now, since he was jailed by Fukuchi for a long time, maybe Bram wanted to go home and build his castle again? But then, what Ranpo offered to Bram?

There was a panel where Ranpo collapsed after he woke Atsushi. Why he collapsed? Because he's too tired from going here and there to fix all the mess? Or he offered Bram his blood so Bram could get more power? Idk did Bram really consume human blood? Human, not ability users?

And while I'm sure that the Poe's book of Fukuchi and Fukuzawa's past was stolem from Ranpo, so Ranpo already thought that a book with their past would at least open Fukuchi's eyes and remind him of his past self, his true self. So Fukuchi wouldn't lose himself.

That meant, either Ranpo knew their past and told Poe the story, or Fukuzawa told Poe himself about their past. Either way, it was Ranpo who decided that the book should be about their past, not about a murder case. It was all predicted.

Maybe one thing Ranpo didn't predicted that he had to negotiate with Bram, but he could adapt to that improvisation so that they could still achieve their main goal. But with a price that made Ranpo collapsed.

And one thing he didn't predicted was about the new Fukuchi-like villain in the end of S5? Maybe it was the amenogozen that steal Fukuchi's body?

[horrocious]

"lesbian vampire book I've been writing off and on" characters with relevant onion headlines. they have a lot more going on than this I'm just indulging in Monday Whimsy.

Van Slyke

Charlotte Williams

Rachel Kaplan

Alice

Dora Postlethwaite

[kimmi-iii]

Drama Club || Chapter I

inspired by @viperrot high school sweethearts stories (like, heavily inspired) but it is set in the modern days.

Woah, my first actual story (that will take me forever to update because I have like, no motivation) so I hope y'all like it :3

This is a Leon Kennedy x fem!reader. <3

"You've got to be kidding me!"

"You're saying you don't know him?!"

You're not really sure what's happening. Yesterday, it was a normal day at school. But today? The school suddenly gets a new student. The hallway was still crowded, as usual, but everyone was whispering and gossiping about the new student. From what you've heard, his name is Leon Kennedy. Tall, fair skin, and blonde hair. He also happened to be the best lacrosse player for your rivaling school. Well, used to be.

Today was supposed to be when he finally arrived at the school and everyone, even your best friends, had been waiting for him with anticipation. Except for you. You never really kept up with school news or gossip, mostly too focused on drama club and such. You were always a theater kid, hoping to be a star, even if you've never really talked with many people and are probably not even that well-known. You were hoping that you would finally get a lead role this year.

Your friends, Claire, and Ophelia, have been pretty interested in who Leon is. But, you honestly don't know much about him to even be super excited about it. Though, it would be lying if you said you didn't care about it.

"Do you guy think he'd be hot? Leon is a name definitely fitting for a hot guy!" Ophelia twirled her hair at the thought of how Leon may look. Ophelia is a very interesting girl. Her tan skin and long black hair really make her green eyes stand out. She's one of those girls who can never really stick with a crush and always ends up having a new crush every week somehow. But even with her commitment issues, her caring and bubbly personality makes up for it.

"Why does looks matter so much? I'm just hoping he's not a total asshole like most athletes." Claire stated. She's an amazing girl. She's kind, yet strong. She's not easy to manipulate and get to her, even if she is nice. She knows when it's needed to confront someone and isn't afraid to cause a bit of a scene sometimes. She's also very observant, which is a huge benefit if you're her friend.

They then both turned to you, waiting for your own opinion. "Oh me? I'm not really that excited. Yeah sure, big time new student since he's from our rival school and is their best lacrosse player, but I'm not that interested in athletes," You respond, placing a hand on your hip. "Besides, last time I dated one, he turned out to be a jerk and dumped me for Ada," You let out a scoff. "The woman wasn't even interested, but she just had to charm him so she could get her friends invited to a party."

"Yeah…fair point." Ophelia rubbed her neck and averted her gaze.

"It's why I said I hope he's not a jerk." Claire said, chuckling lightly.

Then, suddenly everyone's head was turned towards the front of the school. A tall, blonde male was seen walking through. "OMG! There he is!" Ophelia whispered, her fingers twirling her hair.

He was honestly more attractive than you thought. His beautiful blue eyes, dirty blonde hair, and absolutely beautiful, muscular structure. You couldn't help but stare. As he walked down the hall, he seemed to be looking at you and you were about to wave until he walked right past you. Then you realized he wasn't looking at you…

But rather at Ada Wong, who was right behind you.

Oh god, you felt so embarrassed. You then felt a hand on your shoulder. It was Ashley Graham, the Raccoon City mayor's daughter. She was about a year younger than you, but she was sure as hell popular, being the mayor's daughter and all. "Don't worry, y/n, I'm sure you'll get his attention someday!" She gave you a smile and you smiled back. You're glad Ashley is a sweet and caring girl. Unlike Ada, who was pretty cold and only does whatever it takes to get what she needs, or wants. At least, you think she's cold.

You then looked back at Leon, who was chatting away with Ada. You felt a pang of jealousy, but brushed it off. If he was talking to Ada without a problem, then he had to be a jerk. Claire tapped your shoulder. "Saw ya starin'. Bet you think he's cute, huh?" She snickered and you sighed.

"Observant as always."

"At least he's a Junior like us! He's not some weirdo senior hittin' on younger grades." Ophelia jokes, hoping to lighten the mood even more.

The bell suddenly rang and you all rushed off to your classes. As you entered, you noticed Leon had taken a seat next to yours "Wow, of course he had to be in my class." You thought to yourself and sat down in your seat.

As you sat in class, you paid attention to the teacher and their lectures. You rhythmically tapped your foot as you occasionally glanced to your right, admiring Leon. You've gotta admit, you were probably no different than any other girl in the entire school. There was no doubt that he was in fact handsome, or maybe pretty was a better word. Well, either way, he was dashing. How his long dirty blonde hair fell over one of his eyes and his cerulean eyes as they followed the teacher's movement.

It was nearing the end of class and you started packing up your things. When you stood up, you accidentally bumped your head with someone. "Crap, I'm so so sorry-" You looked up to see who you bumped into and guess who it was.

Leon Kennedy.

You couldn't help but feel a rush of embarrassment. And what's even worse is that your notebook had dropped from your hands and was opened to a page with a doodle of Leon you had drawn while in class. Leon looked down at you with a stupidly charming smile. "Don't worry about it, y/n." He responded, saying your name.

He said your name.

He knows you.

You sheepishly smiled back. God, you probably had a little crush on him, you couldn't deny that. You were probably no different from every other girl, crushing on the hot new guy. While you were in a bit of a daze, you didn't notice Leon pick up your notebook before he spoke up.

"Nice drawings. Can I keep 'em?"

[galaxythreads]

Hello! I’ve liked your fics for a long time, and was wondering if you would write something with fem- presenting Loki? There are some gender-fluid Loki fics on ao3, but I Need More To Live. I would write one, but I wouldn’t ever finish it.

I really want Loki to join the avengers in 2012 so that the other stuff doesn’t happen. sometimes I want Loki and Natasha to make fun of the rest of the avengers.

Idk I just really like the idea that Loki and Natasha would be friends. Or Loki and Wanda. (Except for all of the aforementioned characters got done so dirty by MCU. Isn’t that like a trope? Kill off the girl so the guy has a motivation to defeat the bad guy? Like from Green Lantern or something?

And Loki and Wanda got rewritten.). Whatever. I’m PERFECTLY OKAY! *eye twitches*

That kind of turned into a rant. Sorry.

Here are more of my headcanons, because I’d rather dm someone on tumblr instead of actually making a post on my blog. I’m weird.

-Loki was friends with Tchaikovsky and Mozart and Shakespeare. Maybe even Paganini, or like Ada Lovelace. Or Albert Einstein. Basically a lot of historical figures and also musicians from the 1980s.

-Loki is an honorary gay, because he’s an alien and aliens don’t have human concepts of gender and sexuality. But also you saw that 🏳️‍🌈hand flip🏳️‍🌈 he did in the 1602 episode. I mean, he was just being so gay in that 1602 episode. It was beautiful.

-Loki is a sad little boi. 🥺🥺

-Loki is a good little boi who got did dirty by MCU and Odin. (🥺🥺)

-Loki isn’t always a boy.🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️(unfortunately no gender-fluid flag emojis so 💕🤍💜🖤💙)

-Loki knows all the languages.

-Loki would watch anime and Kdramas if HE WASN’T DEAD.

-Loki is a theater kid.

-Loki is cat

-Loki knows how to play ALL the instruments. He likes cello the best though. Also he has perfect pitch.

-Loki needs therapy. Like two blue whales worth of therapy.

-If Tony and Loki ever had a long conversation, they would figure out how to solve world hunger and climate change and overpopulation AND THEIR MOTHERS. (It doesn’t make sense but just roll with it)

-Loki is a Major Fucking Nerd About Everything.

-Loki likes calculus as a hobby.

-Loki is, (un?)fortunately, a British stereotype.

-Loki ships appledash and narusasu.

Thank you for coming to my Ted talk. Bye, and thanks for letting me dump headcanons on you.

Hi! Thank you so much for sharing all of these with me, it's so fun to see other people's headcanons about Loki and their excitement about his character. I love discussing this blorbo and cracking him open like an onion to peal away layers of trauma and reveal the nerd beneath.

Lol, the amount of times I've thought about doing an MCU rewrite post a1 to fix everything is insane. If I did do this, I'd actually probably start at civil war, because personally, I feel like everything was (generally) actually okay and enjoyable until infinity war. Civil war is just a good place to kick around the fix-its because everything is such a mess.

As far as your request goes, it might surprise you, but you're actually NOT the first person to approach me about a genderfluid, fem-presenting Loki. More like the....4th? or maybe 5th? Idk. I've definitely been approached by multiple people over the years about this. Firstly, thank you for trusting me with your idea and your headcanons, I'm humbled and honored that you would approach me about this because you believed I would be able to write the story in a way that you would find meaningful and enjoyable <3

Second - I really just don't know. My first inclination is to say no, not because I'm not interested or don't care, but mostly because I'm so busy right now I really don't know when I'll be able to get to the story. Plus, I'm really not sure how to go about this. I'd need to figure out what direction I wanted to take the story, because Loki being genderfluid wouldn't change that much except their outward appearance. Loki + genderfluid + Natasha friendship is an amazing concept, but it's not a...plot, if that makes sense? "Fixing" a1 could be 50,000,000 separate things, and if it goes out as a fix-it for mcu, that would be an enormous project. Easily 200k-400k+, which would take me like...uh 1-3 years to write.

Loki being genderfluid IS something I've thought about just adding to my fics in general now (i'm really not sure, because I love cis male Loki, and I know it's canon that he's genderfluid, but I kind of disregard most things from the series anyway?) but Idk?

+ and this is just a personal one for me, but I don't know how to include Loki being genderfluid as a major part of the plot/story right now. Like, for example, I've been in the process of dumping all of my religious lgbtq+ trauma on peter parker in a (massive) one-shot that revolves around Peter learning to accept himself as being gay, but the point of the story is that Peter doesn't accept himself at first and the conclusion is when he does. (I don't know if I'm ever going to share or finish that fic by the way, so don't look for it) I don't know how to take the concept of this story, turn it into a fix-it for Avengers 1 with Natasha, and have a meaningful story about being genderfluid at the same time?

Like to me there's two different ways to go about lgbtq+ stories: a story about being gay that is intended to talk about lgbtq+ experiences and focus heavily on that, vs a story where the character is lgbtq+ and it's just part of their character and not something we spend a lot of time talking about because we don't need to. The story isn't about them being lgbtq+ specifically, it's about the character. Recently, a lot more media has started doing the latter, which is really, really nice because I don't feel like being lgbtq+ has to be justified every 20 lines.

The story I'm writing about Peter Parker is the former. It's about being gay. The entire story revolves around it. What I can tell from what you're saying is that you want something where Loki just IS genderfluid, but it's not something we spend a whole lot of time discussing because the story isn't ABOUT being genderfluid, it's about fixing mcu with genderfluid Loki as the main character, if I'm understanding this correctly? Which is fine and I absolutely support it because there is nothing wrong with writing genderfluid Loki and I wholeheartedly support those authors.

So i guess to shorten this - because this isn't just like a ~5-15k one-shot (which are about the only length of requests I can successfully complete right now), as respectfully as I can, I'm going to have to lovingly turn you down. I'm not saying no, I'll never write about genderfluid Loki, because I'm like 90% sure I will eventually, but I just don't know about a fix-it for MCU from the first Avengers. One suggestion I have is maybe, if you really really need to see this come to fruition, is to just write a bunch of one-shots that are interconnected based on each of your headcanons and then publish it as an interconnected series, not so much a full length novel like I would write. I can easily see this being a really enjoyable series. Best of luck

~galaxy <3

[prankprincess123]

I saw your tags on your post about Fathers. I'm gonna need to know if you call your dad "ada" because it's Elvish, or some other reason. I thought I was the only nerdy ass MFer who did that 😂.

...yeah... When I was 4yo Mama was away for a weekend so it was just Ada and us girls home. And this was right after TT Extended Edition came out and right before RotK hit theatres, so after putting us to bed Ada decided to watch the Extended Edition of both FotR and TT back to back. And I being a little gremlin who never slept, snuck into my parents bedroom, hid in a corner between the footboard and blanket box on Mama's side, where Ada couldn't see me even when swapping disks, and watched both movies with him. I was absolutely instantly entranced. And I saw Arwen come onto screen for her first scene, with a sword and a flirtatious quip, and decided I wanted to be like her. I did quickly decide that being like Eowyn would be both cooler and more characteristic for me, but I still idolized Arwen too. And being so little my language centers were still moving at hyperspeed, so despite not being able to read the captions of the Elvish conversations, I very quickly picked up from Elrond & Arwen's conversations what 'Ada' and 'Adar' meant. So I started to refer to my dad solely as Ada, and for a few weeks was lectured about how regressing to baby talk would hinder my sister's language development, and then my parents went to the theater to watch RotK and clued in to what happened. Mama was really annoyed that Ada didn't catch me and put me back to bed, meanwhile he still finds it hilarious that that is the only time in my life I've managed to be both still and silent for longer than 10s

[ourpickwickclub]

Doesn’t it sound like Blake is setting up the new artist to be Kingston? Blake wouldn’t do this for just anyone but I feel like he wants King to perform in public just like he and Gwen did as teenagers and he has a bar so what better place! But Blake wanted him to have a decent audience for his first real show to perform in front of, so he decided to lure them in with an acoustic set himself as the opener.  I would think if it’s anyone other than King Blake would have also said who he was opening for, and not let it be a surprise. What’s the point in that unless it’s a King?

A lot of other people sent asks thinking that it was King too, and at first I was thinking the same thing, but after a little more thought I’m not so sure. It would be really sweet of Blake to promote his debut performance that way, but that’s also a lot of pressure. With Blake tweeting about it, it’s sure to be a fully packed house and with really high expectations. Now I’m thinking that he wants to spotlight a local performer from Tish who’s getting their first break, like Blake did at the McSwain theater in Ada. I’m leaning toward it being a local kid who’s been a big star in the high school choir and wants to move to Nashville after graduation.

— M