#and alison can't leave

[grinchwrapsupreme]

the key ingredient to the ghosts in BBC Ghosts is that no one can fucking stand them

[someotherdog]

character: sonny open: m/f/nb plot: sonny is a surly bartender in a small, dusty town in the arizona desert. like any other night, he's working at the bar when your muse comes in. your muse can be any connection (strangers, friends, enemies, etc) as long as it's nothing t*boo or familial.

it was too early in the evening for sonny to be so apathetic with his customers, but the regulars had become used to his terrible customer service. perhaps it was the twang of loretta lynn’s tinny voice from the jukebox in the corner or the worn-in seats up against the bar and the tables already filled up with its usual suspects, but the dour attitude of sonny only increased tenfold over the past few hours since he woke up for work. dropping the dishrag loudly against the bar, he looked to the customer that just sat down, “what’ll it be?” he regarded them suspiciously and spoke before they could answer, “and i’m not getting out the blender, so pick something on tap.”

[tamsinbeybey-she-no-porcupine]

okay but what ar least for me explains the "sudden" switch between ep 6and the Christmas special.

Mia wasn't born. It was easy for Alison to say that they'll stay despite their financial problems and the new baby, because she had not yet lived the reality of life with a baby

But then Mia arrives and for 7 weeks it's overbearing mother in law, financial situation, new baby, sleep deprivation, ghosts being as demanding as ever but now also waking the baby and making that even harder for Alison etc

We see Alison absolutely sleep deprived and annoyed ,overwhelmed and just exhausted really.

A new baby alone without any of the other factors is hard enough on parents and they are first time parents as well.

And I think that her switch to realising that they have to leave is not that sudden.

It's just that before Mia was there she was ab bit naive about the reality of having a baby and after those weeks the realisation hit her that life with a baby just changes everything kinda. Because it just really does.

Also the ghosts, although they had great development, can't change fundamentally because they are Ghosts after all. And they address that.

and I think in the end leaving but visiting them like family was a perfect solution.

[honeygrahambitch]

Jimmy Price stormed into the lab and shut the door closed behind him, making both Brian and Beverly direct their attention to him.

He looked as if he had committed a crime and needed to make a confession.

"I'm going to share something with you but it can't leave this room."

Beverly lifted an eyebrow unimpressed by his theatrics and closed the magazine she was reading.

"Fine."

"You're the Chesapeake Ripper?" Brian asked more for his own amusement but his smile faded when Jimmy's scolding glare was directed towards him. "Alright, alright, go on."

"So you promise you won't tell."

"We pinky promise we won't tell." Brian emphasized.

"I went to grab my sandwich from the fridge. The one that my wife has packed for me. And, after I bit into it I realized it wasn't mine."

"Huh?"

"Not to speak poorly of my dear wife, but the sandwich I grabbed was so excellent that it couldn't have been made by her."

"Asshole." Beverly commented.

"Wait, whose sandwich did you get then?"

"Well, we can do some profiling work regarding that." Jimmy went on. "Caramelized duck. Blue cheese. Fig marmelade."

"You ate Will's sandwich." Beverly concluded instantly and grabbed her magazine.

"Wait, Will can cook like that?" Brian inquired confused.

"Idiot, Hannibal must have prepared it for Will." Jimmy explained as the dread returned to his facial expression. "Oh no...I ate Will's sandwich..."

"C'mon, you can tell Will you bit into it and realized it wasn't yours, he won't be mad about the fact that a bite is missing."

"The problem is...it was so good I couldn't stop."

Beverly closed her magazine again as she and Brian sighed.

"Listen, I will give Will my sandwich."

"Sounds like a fair trade, pal. A ham and cheese sandwich for a Michelin star one. You are lucky Will doesn't care about this kind of things."

Jimmy wanted to say something more but he stopped as Will entered the lab holding some papers, Hannibal right behind him.

Jimmy looked at his friends with the kind of look that says "What the fuck is HE doing here?"

Beverly and Brian had to make an inhumane effort not to laugh at the situation.

Jimmy felt the weight of his crime even harder now that Hannibal was in the room. The man had put all his love into that sandwich for Will and he had eaten it with no hesitation. And poor Will was probably starving.

"Jimmy? Did you-" Will started but Jimmy cut him off before he could finish.

"YES. Yes, it was me. I apologize, I just couldn't stop, it was amazing. It was the best sandwich I had in my life and I-"

"What are you talking about? I am asking you about Alison Brown's blood work." Will was grateful that for once he was not the weird one in the room.

"Yeah, she had diabetes. I ate the sandwich Dr. Lecter has made for you." He confessed again, giving more context.

"Did you enjoy it?" Hannibal asked.

"So much."

"I am pleased to hear that."

Hannibal had already killed Jimmy in three different ways in his head. He had eaten his Will's food. At the same time, he was pleased with the good review. And it gave him a good reason to take Will out for lunch. Will would not starve himself while he was there to help him with the case.

He made the quick decision not to end Jimmy's life that evening.

"You're fine. Hannibal is not the Chesapeake Ripper, you won't die." Will said as he returned his attention to the file he was holding. "Now, what was wrong with Allison's kidney?"

Hannibal eyed Will in a way that held more meaning than Will's colleagues would ever be able to understand. The fact that Will made that comment being completely aware he was the Ripper, made him smile.

[moonah-rose]

Dad Robin owns my heart.

Dad Robin being present every time a woman in the tribe goes into labour, not knowing for certain if the kid is his or not (most likely is) but is there regardless and giddy with excitement.

Dad Robin hunting the fluffiest animals so he has lots of pelts to wrap his babies up in and carry them around as the tribe moves.

Dad Robin treating his sons and daughters the same because they haven't invented gender roles yet and he loves them equally. If daughter wants to wield spear then he teaches her, if boy wants to craft furs into clothes that also cool.

Dad Robin being the opposite of the harsh, brutal, detached cliche father people imagine cavemen to have been but instead being super soft and playful and tender with his kids like we see how he is when comforting Kitty and reassuring Pat.

Dad Robin letting his kids have one hour of TV fire watching time so long as they promise to clean their corner of the cave. He also spoils them by letting them have a sip of puddle water so long as they eat all their berries.

Dad Robin laying with his kids on the grass outside at night and naming all the shapes in the stars and telling them why Moonah is so special and why they should give thanks to Her for watching over them.

Dad Robin getting anxious the first time his eldest goes on their first hunt like the equivalent of sending your kid on their first day of school and sighing with relief when they come back alive. Drenched in blood but alive. You know, typical first day.

Dad Robin telling his kids stories through cave paintings and encouraging them to do their own and leave their hand prints, some of which still remain in secret spots on the land centuries on.

Dad Robin promising his kids some new furs before winter arrives so he goes hunting with two of his mates and come across a bear....

Dad Robin waking up and hearing his kids call for him but when he goes to follow the sound and sees them in the distance, he can't pass through the invisible wall that keeps tossing him back, over and over, all the while his kids can't see or hear him as he calls back to them.

Dad Robin looking forward to every eclipse and solstice as its when he gets to see his family come to the sacred site again, just as Pat's family would come to visit his tree, and he watches each year as his kids get older, have their own kids, before the tribe moves on and he's alone.

Dad Robin studying the face of every person who comes across the land, trying to see if he can spot any familiar signs to indicate they might be his descendant, sometimes hearing if they have his daughter's laugh or his son's smirk etc.

Dad Robin loving that babies can see him and making them laugh and cherishing what connection he has with the living that reminds him of his own kids - especially with Mia, his niece, who thanks to Alison this time won't forget him after she stops seeing him.

Uncle Robin humming the same tune to lull Mia to sleep that he used to hum to his own kids and she asks him to do it each time she visits even when she's really too old for it and shouldn't be able to hear him but somehow still can.

[natjennie]

there is something so fucked up about the prospect of memory for the ghosts like. their physical state can't change right, their clothes right themselves and cap's lap isn't getting any faster. but they can learn. robin picks up french, mary learns to read. so their brains can change. how scary it must be then, to forget. the thomas thorne affair proves that everyone's memories are slightly different, and they can misremember things. so even events that happened before they died aren't set in stone. does robin remember his children's names? does kitty picture alison as her sister at first because it takes a minute to conjure up her face? does humphrey remember sophie's voice? can fanny picture petting dante or is it a blur? as someone with adhd, my memory is an absolute sieve. I can't remember what I ate for dinner two days ago. imagine that compounding for decades. centuries. and you can't write anything down, you can't save trinkets to remind you, you can't ask someone else what you're forgetting. imagine the grief and the weight of not being able to take those memories with you. having to leave pieces of your life behind as the days march on. the sadness and the loss. it's horrible.

[ginevralinton]

BBC Ghosts spoilers ahead (as in, a sort of post-ending hc)

I like the idea of Alison leaving some specific instructions for whoever owns or builds the hotel - since it was her 'family home' and a heritage site, she gets to put in a few rules and boundaries - certain things they can't touch/do/build over, certain activities they need to have, events they should host

like

maybe the hotel should install one of those giant chess boards

or host one of those 1940s days

maybe the scouts get special discounts to use the crazy golf course

perhaps there's film nights, discos, poetry readings and zumba classes

maybe they aren't allowed to build over the pet cemetery, only create (fanny approved) flower gardens

i don't know - kind of like stepping away from the ghosts, having her own life, but still looking out for them, as family?

[politedemon]

also can i just say. mike has clearly wanted to leave button house for years: he doesn't have the connection to the ghosts alison has, and he often ends up being a lower priority to her than the ghosts. he stayed without complaint because he loves alison so much and wanted her to be happy. but now there's a baby and she can't be lower down the list of priorities than the ghosts. and the ghosts are never going to be less needy. the ending is not saying 'romantic love is more important than found family' it is saying that sometimes moving on is what's best for you and the people you love. and that your family is your family whether you see them every day or every year.

[12bucksundpommes]

Shadows of Love Lost

Summary: y/n is possessed by the nongitsue and is tied down in Scott's House while the figure out what to do with her.

Warnings: angst, sad stiles, screaming.

A/n: this is my first story so might not be the best, but I tried my best and hope people like it.

In Scott's living room, tension hung heavy in the air as the pack gathered around y/n, who sat bound to a chair, her eyes vacant and hollow. "We have to do something," Scott said, his voice tight with worry. "We can't just leave her like this." Kira nodded in agreement, her hands trembling with nerves. "But what can we do? The Nogitsune has a hold on her, and we don't know how to break it."

As they debated their next move, y/n remained silent, her gaze fixed on a distant point beyond the walls of the room. "Y/n, please," Lydia pleaded, her voice breaking. "We need to know how to help you. You're not alone in this." But instead of a response, y/n let out a blood-curdling scream, sending shivers down their spines.

Stiles clenched his fists, his heart breaking at the sight of his girlfriend in such agony. "I can't take this anymore," he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. Alison, sensing his distress, placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Stiles, let's step outside for a moment. You need some air." Nodding gratefully, Stiles followed Alison out of the room, the weight of the situation crushing down on him like a ton of bricks.

Once outside, Stiles leaned against the wall, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. "I can't believe this is happening," he murmured, his voice choked with emotion. Alison wrapped her arms around him, offering silent comfort as he struggled to hold back tears. "I know it's hard, Stiles. But we'll find a way to help her. We can't give up." Stiles buried his face in Alison's shoulder, allowing himself a moment of vulnerability in the face of overwhelming despair. "I just can't stand to see her like that," he whispered, his voice breaking. Alison held him tighter, her heart aching for her friend's pain. "We'll figure this out together, Stiles. I promise."

[notbecauseofvictories]

I think I saw you shared a list of books you’d read a couple years ago and was it you who read something like 350+ books in a single year? If so that’s absolutely remarkable and I’d love to see a list of top ten (or twenty or whatever number) of books you’ve read this year that you recommend

Don't be ridiculous, I only read 303 books in 2021! That's much more reasonable than 350. And I've read fewer and fewer each year since---this year I don't think I'm going to crack 50, though I still have a couple days.

Still, always happy to talk about what I enjoyed. Books are listed in vaguely chronological order, though I make no promises.

Patricia Wants to Cuddle, Samantha Allen

I've mentioned this book before, but essentially I put in the library request solely for the improbability of the premise---The Bachelor heads to the PNW and encounters Bigfoot? Fortunately, it delivered on that promise magnificently. A breezy and delightfully gruesome little novel with a bodycount.

Are You My Mother?, Alison Bechdel

I didn't viscerally connect with this one as much as "Fun Home" but I think it might be because it's…closer to the bone for me. When Bechdel writes about the longing for a mother that can't be answered, pulling back, pleasing, an anger that becomes unspeakable, re-routed to anxiety…it's uh. well it's churned up the silt, let's put it that way.

Greener Pastures, Michael Wehunt

I love short stories, but finding those authors who hit the right notes unerringly, in such a brief space, can be tricky sometimes. Wehunt is the rare exception, strange and unique as a writer, dream-like in his descriptions and images. "October Film Haunt: Under the House" was my favorite, though I can't say for sure whether it's because I recognized the framing device or it was just fun to read…

Running with Scissors, A Wolf at the Table, Lust & Wonder, Augusten Burroughs

I read these out of order (Lust & Wonder first, then the other two) but even so, I was wildly impressed. Lust & Wonder was a revelation; I stumbled on it in the library and walked out with it the same day. No wonder people tell you to read his books, he's got such a clear-eyed meanness, an interesting sort of canniness to his depiction of himself, the people in his life…it really does demonstrate that there is no such thing as a boring life, just a boring narrator. But if Lust & Wonder is Burroughs at the height of his power, Running with Scissors and Wolf at the Table are the necessary steps up to it. More unfinished, more raw---a litany of horrors, not even leavened by that same canny, mean humor that flashes through L&W. It's just horrifically sad to watch every person around this kid fail him, leave, or both; terrifying and unexpectedly funny and yet tender as a sucking wound.

The Princess Bride, William Goldman

I picked this up entirely by chance and ended up being deeply charmed. I don't know what I was expecting---well, no, that's not true, I was expecting the film. But what I got instead was something almost real, pleasantly rough around the edges as Goldman's caustic narration winds its way from Florin to the machinations of S. Morgenstern's lawyers, to his struggles with raising his son. (One of the funniest scenes was when he goes to meet S. Morgenstern's lawyer, and the ravishingly beautiful attorney becomes a horrible old hag the more she talks about how he won't be granted a license.) I was afraid the book would be twee, but at the center of it is a pure (if slightly embarrassing, but truth generally is outside of Florin) love of stories, and wanting stories told.

In the Woods, The Likeness, Broken Harbor, Tana French

As I've said before, I started reading this series because I was traveling to Ireland and thought it seemed appropriate. I didn't go too deep into French's oeuvre, mostly because I couldn't shake wanting the books to be urban fantasy rather than gripping psychological portraits with a decidedly noir sensibility. Still, the books themselves are taut and fascinating, the portraits they paint of the Dublin Murder Squad (all of whom are staggering, wounded in their own ways) and the blighted, post-Celtic Tiger Ireland, are deeply compelling. Also, I do still think The Likeness is a perfect answer to The Secret History.

Lesser Known Monsters of the 21st Century, Kim Fu

There's something truly powerful in a short story that doesn't answer any questions or provide you with any sort of guidance---just walks in and rearranges your photographs so they're slightly off-kilter, leaves you with that destabilization. It's almost spiritual, that sense. In particular, there's a story in the collection about the world's sense of taste disappearing; a woman begins crafting art installations to try and recreate the experience of eating a pear, what your favorite family meal tasted like. Short stories are like that.

Perilous Times, Thomas D. Lee

I was surprised by this one. I know that's how I've described half the books above, but truly, this surprised me---not so much the rising action or plot (there's a sleeping king, knights around a table, a dragon) but I loved the setting so much. The depiction of a slightly-futuristic UK as drowning land sold off for parts; figures like immortal spymaster Marlowe coexisting with reborn Lancelot and Kay; the fay hovering around the edges; and then just….all the factions, the Welsh royalists and men's rights group propped up by military contractors; environmental activists, the references to the hodgepodge that existed in the 4th century AD too. More than anything, the novel conveyed how Britain's always been a place of change, the movement of people and permeable barriers, and that more than anything worked for me. (Also, it's a small thing but I loved how the Camelot crew translated modern concepts and objects into their language and knowledge of the world. It was always shown as hesitation rather than total shock, and I found it both moving and persuasive.)

A Cup of Salt Tears, Isabel Yap

I read this in a series of speculative novellas, which impressed on me yet again how hard it must be to write novellas. (Last year, one of my least favorite books was a novella; I still think about it with joyful hate.) However, Yap takes care to focus on single, brief narrative, concerns herself solely with the very small yet very significant issue of a woman, her husband, who and how she loves, wrapped up together with a kappa. Excellent, haunting.

Books of 2020 | Books of 2021 | Books of 2022

[mangowafflesss]

Bandaged Fangs | Vampire!Medic!Reader x Gaz

Summary: You hide a big secret but what happens when a certain patient finds out that very secret.

CW: Blood (obviously), Poorly written smut cuz I'm BAD at it, unprotected sex, blood sucking/biting etc, Gaz fucks a vampire? idk bro nothing bad tbh...

Word Count: 3K+

Mythic Month HQ

★☠︎︎★☠︎︎★☠︎︎★☠︎︎★☠︎︎★☠︎︎★☠︎︎★☠︎︎★☠︎︎★☠︎︎★☠︎︎★☠︎︎★☠︎︎★

You were supposed to be out on the field right now but instead you stayed behind. Some other medic practically begged you to let them go, and who were you to say no to someone wanting to gain experience. You had been the team's medic for around eight months, you had run away from where you previously resided due to your secret getting out and you had to unfortunately dispose of them before leaving. 

You missed your home in Sweden but nevermind, mistakes happen and you weren't going to let that happen again. Whenever the guys asked about your past you always gave them vague answers which seemed to satisfy them until they invited you for drinks one time and bombarded you with questions. You couldn't get drunk anymore unfortunately, so your acting skills had to be put into fruition.  

Rubbing circles into your temple you sat leaned back in your office chair with your feet up on the desk with the lights off and blinds closed. Your head was pounding which would usually be strange to you but you knew exactly what was happening. 

You hadn't had any blood in a while so your need and desire for it was getting worse with every month you don’t consume any. It wasn't common for one to go for as long as you have and it was starting to show in your behaviour. 

You were snappier with your colleagues and the work you did on some of your patients was shoddy, it was disgusting to even call yourself a professional sometimes. 

You would go snack on the nearest blood bag but even in the comfort of your own office you can't seem to be alone for five seconds without someone wanting your attention. 

“What?!” you say in a rather frosty attitude as your door is wretched open by your movements. “We've got a few casualties coming in from a mission” Alison tells you with a fearful look in her eye. “Thank you, now go do something useful” you shut the door and let out a sigh as you let out your frustration on a nearby chair, the leg snapping upon impact. You don't know how you're going to explain that but that's something to worry about for another time. 

Right now you've got to get through this mess and retreat back to your office to deal with the monster of a headache you've got coming along. “Let's get this shit over with” you mumble under your breath before storming out of your office. 

Blood filled your nose and you felt a wave of nausea come over you. This wasn't good… you were really in dire need to feel the warmth of someone's blood trickle down your throat while they let out those cute little breaths under you. 

“Hey! You're standing in the way” your head turns to the voice and you give him a death glare as you turn and walk towards where there's a mass of soldiers waiting for medical attention.     

Your gums ached as you walked but you ignored it and threw yourself in your work, it's what you're here for anyway. 

Your eyes were met with the brown ones of Sergeant Garricks and your mouth started to water. You’ve had fantasies for months of tasting his blood, the scent alone sent you wild the first time you caught a whiff and ever since you've taken the opportunity to help him out with his injuries. Many of your colleagues think you've got a little crush on the brunette but they couldn't be so wrong. 

All you wanted was his blood.

He smiles when he sees you and walks over to you with his hand clamped around his arm. “Hey Angel, think you can fix me up with those wonderful hands of yours?” you steer him to a clear space away from everyone and also where no one else could see.

“I thought you said you wouldn’t get injured again?” you say while unwrapping whoevers attempt at first aid this is. You lick your lips when you see the glistening red hue of the blood that surrounds his arm. “What can I say, I'm a liar. I deserve to be punished for my lies” he jokes while dramatically holding his hand over his heart. The heart that's beating quite fast right now under your touch. 

You couldn't deny the fact you know the Sergeant has some sort of crush on you, it was obvious but you like to watch as he makes a fool of himself. Who knows, this may all work in your favour. 

“What would you like your punishment to be?” you ask as you clean his skin, the smell of the antiseptic makes the blood become unrecognisable under your senses which makes you snarl. 

“What do you have in mind for me Angel ” he asks innocently tilting his head to look you in the eyes but all you could make out was the lust in them. Leaning closer to his ear you're careful to not hurt his arm and get as close as you can.

“What's your deepest fear, sergeant?” you felt his heartbeat jump at how you say his rank which makes you smile into the side of his head. You stand straight again when he doesn’t answer you which makes you look at him just to see if he's still conscious.  

“Vampires.” he states blankly, which makes you stand there frozen while blinking at him like a fool. 

“Vampires? Did you hit your head today?” you laugh hiding the fact that you were on the verge of running out and never coming back. There's no way he knows… right? It was very random to bring up out of everything but perhaps he's being serious. 

“No, I’m completely fine up here” he knocks on his head and then flashes you his toothy smile which would make anyone swoon. “Would you make that happen though Angel?” he asks and you tilt your head while looking up from what you were doing “Make what happen?” 

“Dress up as a vampire for me” 

You almost choked on your spit at his words but by the look on his face he was being deadly serious without any hint of playfulness in him. “You could make that happen right?” 

“Sure…” you weren't really paying attention as you stuck out your tongue in concentration as you wrapped his arm. Once you were finished he hopped off the bed and brought you into a hug, your mouth was so close to his neck and his pulse was driving you crazy. You could smell him and your mind went into some sort of haze until you felt yourself being pulled away from the hug. His hands rested on your shoulders and he gave you a smile which you reciprocated for some unknown reason. 

“See you later then Angel, make sure you wear the teeth!” he shouts as he walks away and leaves you standing there confused as to what just happened.  

When you finally retreated back into your dark cave you like to call your office, you slumped in your chair and covered your face with your hands. Your day was terrible and mixed with the hunger you were experiencing you wanted to rip someone's head off. You oversaw a blood transfusion today and the ‘b-’ on the bag made you think of a certain someone. 

Brown eyes and those curls made you slam your fists onto your desk in frustration. Your conversation from earlier made you nervous but somewhat excited. You could finally, maybe, get your fix for his blood and finally be back to your normal self or he could go off running and telling everyone what you are because you mistook him. 

It was around eight in the evening and you were still in your office filling out some paperwork until your phone pinged with a text. 

No one who wasn't important had your number which confused you until you picked it up and looked at the screen. 

Still waiting for my Vampire ;) 

Narrowing your eyes you looked at the time and got up from your chair, it's now or never. You texted him to ask where he was staying and gave you the exact directions from your office all the way to where he was. It made you giggle a little as you turned down different left and rights to get to him but when you stood outside of his door the ache in your gums was making it difficult to focus on the door opening.    

“Hi Angel” he was leaning against the door with one arm, he didn’t have a shirt on but you just coughed and peered into his room under his arm. You saw his messy bed and laughed “I thought you guys were more disciplined than this” you say while walking in and pushing him to the side while pointing to his screwed up sheets. 

“Didn’t think you'd mind, apologies” he flicks it up into the air and it perfectly rests on top of his mattress. You didn't really care about it but you had to break the awkwardness somehow, you had no idea why you came but he wanted this. 

He stood in front of you and your eyes locked onto one another before he reached out a hand and grabbed yours. You were very confused as he placed your hand on his neck where his pulse was beating rapidly. 

You felt the unsteady rhythm under the pads of your fingers and smiled because of his unnatural heartbeat. “Are you okay Kyle” you felt his pulse skip as if it was doing jump rope and you hid the laugh threatening to escape your throat. 

“I want you to bite me” 

If you still had a heart that beats you are pretty sure yours would be jumping up and down. “Excuse me?”

One of his hands moved to grab your cheeks and he squished them, your lips pouted and he kept squeezing until your mouth opened on its own. “I saw them. I know what you are” you pushed away from him and he looked at you in shock. 

“Are you sure you didn’t hit your-” 

“No I didn’t hit my head Angel. I’ve been watching you for quite a while, you’re very interesting…” he stepped towards you but you took a step back until your back touched the door. 

“Three months ago we went for drinks, you hardly ever touched your drink so I watched you” he stepped closer until your feet kissed and he peered into your eyes, you could see his pupils were blown wide which made you swallow thickly. “When that bar fight broke out and there was blood I still watched you, the way you licked your lips and how your pretty canines grew. You quickly hid your mouth by holding the glass up to your mouth, pretending to take a sip”  

You knew Gaz was smart, he was probably too smart for his own good sometimes. Your faces were just a breath apart and you felt his fingers trail up your throat until he tilted your head up by your chin. “Will you let me see them? Please?” 

Your thoughts were racing, the dangers were like warning sirens but you sighed and opened your mouth. His hand cupped your cheek as you did so and your gums felt relief as you extended out your fangs. His eyes widened as he took them in, long extensions of your own flashed in the dim room and he was completely fixated on them. His thumb ran along your lip and then did something that took you by surprise. 

He kissed you. 

His heart was beating so fast and you couldn't focus on anything else, you could feel it in your own chest as he pushed his against yours. It wasn't slow or gentle but fierce and greedy, one of his hands was still holding your cheek while the other gripped your hip in a possessive grip. 

“Fuck I’ve waited so long to do this” he breaths out before capturing your lips again, his tongue liked along your lips as he forced his way inside of your mouth. Your tongues danced together until he started to suck on yours, he moaned and you felt him press himself up against you. He was hard and you were starting to wonder how many times in these past three months he's thought about this very moment.   

He pulled away suddenly and then grabbed your hand while walking over to his bed. He sat down with his back against the headboard and then pulled you into his lap. Your legs straddled his thighs and his hands rested on your hips and pulled you closer to his body. Your hands rested on his chest as he looked up at you with those lustful eyes. 

“I’m at your mercy, Angel” he says, baring his neck for you to take.        

He rubbed circles into your hips which drove you wild. Bending down, you pressed gentle kisses from his jaw down to his neck. You flattened your tongue and licked a stripe up the length of his neck, his pulse quickened against your tongue and your fangs grazed against his skin but before you sunk them into him you kissed up to his ear “I need your consent before I bite you” you ask and a shiver runs through his body, he nods his head an you sigh “Use your words Kyle” his hands gripped you tighter and let out a shaky breath.  

“Yes, I want you to bite me” 

You return to his neck and lick your lips before finding your favourite spot and sinking your fangs into his warm body. He lets out a gasp and you hum as his blood trickles down your throat. It was addicting and you wanted all of it. 

Kyle's hands move from your hips down to your ass and he gives it a squeeze, grinding yourself against him he lets 0ut a moan and moves you against him. He lets out the sweetest sounds into the air and you could taste the change in his blood, he was sweeter due to his aroused state. 

“You taste so good” you say pulling away from his neck, you need to be careful and not drain him completely. You see his blissed out eyes and smile softly, the bite mark on his neck stands out and you watch as a small drop slides down his chest and over his nipple. You attach your lips to his chest and swirl your tongue around spreading the blood over his skin. Sucking slightly you feel his nipple pebble in your mouth but slowly move upwards, following the streak of blood to the source.

Sitting up straight you feel him hard and big under you which makes the pool in your panties turn into a waterfall. His thumb swiped at your chin and then he pushed it through your lips into your mouth. You begin to suck the blood off his thick thumb and he watches you with an intense stare, your hips still rocking against him with a steady rhythm. 

Removing his thumb he grabs the back of your neck and brings you into another kiss, the taste of his blood still resting on his tongue. You didn’t know if he would even like it due to its metallic taste but he doesn't seem to care as he ruts himself against you. 

His hands skirt under your shirt and his fingertips tickle your skin, raising it further up your body you lift your arms and let him discard the material somewhere in his room. Pressing open kisses to your neck and chest you arch your back to get as close as possible to him and feel his hands crawl up your spine to where the clasp of your bra is. 

His mouth is hot against your skin and you feel his teeth graze across the perked bud of your breast. Your fingernails scraped against his scalp as you pushed him further onto your fleshy mound. 

“You're perfect Angel” he whispers into your skin but with your hearing you could hear it and begin to smile and pull him off you with a pull at his hair. He detached himself from your breast and you could see his lips glistening with his spit. 

Scooching down his thighs you play with the waistband of his sweatpants waiting for his confirmation before pulling them down along with his boxers. He kicks them off and you remove your pants with speed. 

Reunited with the comfort of his lap he grabs his cock and rubs it against your clit and your folds which are dripping for him. You feel the head prod against your entrance and you kneel higher before aligning him with your aching cunt. 

Sinking down on him you both let out a gasp as you feel your walls stretch around him, you don’t feel pain but you could've sworn you felt something sting. Staying seated fully sheathing him he looks you in the eyes and kisses you again. 

You grind yourself against him and feel him moan into your mouth, you bite his lip which starts to bleed and lick up his delicious blood which would make any vampire come on the spot. 

“Ah- fuck bite me” he sounds so whiny but you couldn’t do it just yet, he pawed at your body and your hips, gripping them tightly as he pounds into you. His thumb played with your clit which makes you clench around him. “C’mon Angel, come on my cock” your head was in the crook of his neck as he fucks you deeper bringing you closer and closer to an orgasm. 

When you're close, your fangs extend to their fullest and you pull his head back by the hair, his neck was on show for you and your fangs dug into his flesh and his blood began to flow again. Your tongue licked and gathered the liquid in your mouth and you groaned at how good it was.  

Pulling you off him he presses you against his mattress with him hovering over you, pulling your legs over his shoulders he enters you again in one fluid motion. He fucks you ruthlessly, your body tightening and sucking him in. 

Drops of blood fall from the fresh bite mark on his neck and land onto your skin, painting you like watercolours. It was a sight to see and Gaz blew his load right there and then, his movements slowed as he pumped you full of his seed and released your legs from around his shoulders. He kissed along your thighs and saw his come leak from your pussy, pressing a finger inside he bends down and licks the blood from your body.

Humming in content you run your hands through his hair as you feel him finger fuck you through another orgasm. “Fuck yesyes” your back arches and you feel him remove his fingers and lick them clean which doesn’t surprise you. 

Catching his breath he gives you a kiss on the nose before getting up and grabbing something to clean you with. When he's done he gathers you in his arms and pulls you on top of his body. You could hear his calm heartbeat and smile before sitting up and looking deeply into his eyes. 

“Was my Vampire costume okay?” 

He let out a laugh and the rumble of it shook you, “There wasn’t a cape sooo I would have to give it a three out of ten” 

“A cape? Really?” you deadpan and he smiles stupidly at you. “Well next time get someone else to bite and fuck you” you go to move off him but he pulls you back and kisses you deeply.

“I’m just joking Angel, I give you a ten out of ten” rolling your eyes you lie back down on his chest and close your eyes, you feel so full and needed to rest.

As you were drifting off you felt his lips next to your ear “Seriously though, next time wear the cape and nothing under it”

[ailendolin]

From what I've seen, a lot of fans weren't happy with the way Ghosts ended. While I personally would have preferred the Coopers to stay at Button House, I do understand why the Idiots chose to end it the way they did, though. The issue here, I think, is not Alison and Mike leaving but the way it was executed. The last episode of series 5 was all about the ghosts convincing Alison and Mike to stay so having them sell the house an episode later almost felt like a retcon because that twist was so sudden and seemingly came out of nowhere.

I've mentioned before that a longer run time would have probably fixed that issue but thinking about it, swapping the main storylines of series 4 (gatehouse) and 5 (selling part of the land) might have as well. And here's how:

Alternate Series 4: To get the gatehouse ready, Alison and Mike need money and look into selling some of the land they own. This sets up the plots with Barclay and the French buyers. Just like in 5x06, the company expresses interest in the house which leads to Alison finding out that Julian pushed her out of the window. In the end, Julian convinces her to stay and Alison and Mike sell the land but not the house.

Alternate Series 5 starts with them trying to make the gatehouse work, including all the shenanigans we've seen in series 4 but with added, "Omg we're going to have a baby," to raise the stakes because Alison and Mike really, really need this to work if they want to get the house ready for a child. And just like in series 4 everything seems to work out until the gatehouse gets struck by lightning and burns down. The series ends on an uncertain note: "The question is: what now?"

Which leads us to the final episode where Betty stays after Mia's birth to help out as much as she can because Alison and Mike have their hands full with the insurance company and trying to make ends meet. Nerves are frayed, tensions run high until at last the ghosts come to Alison on Christmas Day and tell her, "It's okay. You don't have to stay." They know it's not working out for Alison and Mike (Fanny did the math) and they know they can't ask them to stay, not when they have Mia to think of now. So they let them go.

The show would end the same way it did in canon but not quite so abruptly because Alison and Mike wouldn't leave because the ghosts are annoying and overbearing. They would leave because it's the right thing for them to do at this point - the only option they have left, really, and it would have given us a gentler goodbye.

[babygirljulianfawcett]

Girl not the finale giving me what I wanted most, more Julian & Alison!!! Ok yeah I would have loved to see them commit atrocities together, but this works too. Alison actually learning that Julian pushed her out of the window! All depending on Julian of all people! And then he's standing in front of her, trying to apologize after the others have prepped him, but he just can't and not because he can't apologize but because he loves her and could never regret making it possible that they got to know each other! And that's coming from a man who has virtually no sincere bone in his body, used to hiding behind empty phrases, a man who never once appreciated his family when he was alive. But now he does and that's due in no small part to Alison, because she changed him like she changed them all. And Alison is looking at him and she knows he's saying the truth. She loves him, she loves them all, and she needs them just as they need her (even though they are the most annoying people on earth), and she knows she can't leave.

[etz-ashashiyot]

I'm bored and stuck waiting and happened to remember that on my old blog I had made this statement:

Since I have a minute, I figured I'd finally drop the list with some brief explanations:

1. By Way Of Sorrow - Coyote Grace version

This song and its lyrics, especially as sung by a queer/trans bluegrass band, could not be more Jew-ish in vibe. I am aware this is a cover, but I have only ever heard their version and that's the one that matters to me. I love love love this song, so much, and it perfectly captures how I feel about having been welcomed into the Jewish people after years of exclusion and othering from numerous other quarters. Am Yisrael has taken me in, treated me like family, connected me to the Divine, healed my wounds, and helped me feel as whole as one can in a broken and unredeemed world - while giving me the tools to join the work of tikkun olam myself.

2. The Farthest Field - The Lumber Jills version

This is the best version I could find; the original I was shown I can't find but will link if I do. This song was actually introduced to me by one of my orthodox rabbis, and I agree with him that it can be understood as a beautiful image of geulah.

3. Hallelujah - Coyote Grace & Girlyman

This one just makes me happy, and the words, message, and themes are very on-brand for Jewish vibes as well in my opinion.

4. Be Thou My Vision - old Irish Hymn (this version and this version are my favorites)

This one is very obviously a hymn and therefore decidedly Not Jewish. On the other hand, the words aren't so explicitly Christian that it rules out use by Jews (in my opinion) and especially if you translate the words into Hebrew, it sounds just like a traditional piyyut. (@springstarfangirl if you want to add your beautiful translation, please feel free!)

5. Down to the River to Pray - Alison Krauss

This is one where I do think the lyrics are a lot closer to being Christian specific, but it makes the list for a couple reasons: first, I've encountered it in Jewish-specific contexts without modification (one of our rabbis actually had us sing it like a regular song during zemirot), and second, there's a modified version by Nefesh Mountain that's quite enjoyable.

6. Whither Thou Goest - traditional

Yes, this one is a hymn too, but the words are directly quoting the Book of Ruth - her famous vows to Naomi, and to the Jewish people - and so it's already practically a Jewish song. It also has a special place of pride for me as a ger, and also because I used it as my wedding song in both the English (as heard in this version) and I also transliterated the Hebrew for our singer to do as well. It works nicely in both languages!

7. Roll the Ol' Chariot - David Coffin

This one I think is a little less direct, but I love it and included it for two reasons: first, it's a song of getting through it and surviving and thriving under tough circumstances, and second, you could very easily put liturgy to this melody instead.

8. For the Autumn Sky - traditional

Ignoring the last verse, this hymn could be very easily adapted into a beautiful Sukkot melody. For the last verse, I'd either simply leave it out, or one could write a Sukkot or Tu Bishvat themed verse to distinguish it. Incidentally, this was one of my favorite hymns growing up.

9. Sanctuary - Shaker melody

The video for this one is obviously mega-Christian, but it's on the list because we actually sing it all the time in shul and it has a special place in my memory from going to camp as a kid. Our shul is definitely not the only one who uses it in a Jewish context, either: this version by Cantor Julia Cadrain is really lovely.

10. Genesis 3:23 - The Mountain Goats

Where are my fellow Mountain Goats fans?? I know you're out there, lol. Look, I know that John Darnielle is coming at this from a Christian perspective, but two things: first of all, TMG has a number of Jewish fans I think at least in part because the lyrics speak deeply to the specific feelings around life (and other people) being horrible to you, surviving, and thriving even in the wake of deep trauma. Second of all, I think this one in particular brings up a number of interesting ideas about the meaning of home, of homecoming, of returning to a home that no longer really exists in the same way, and of exile and redemption. What would it look like to return to Gan Eden? Is this what geulah is supposed to look like, at least in some interpretations? What does it mean if not?

Anyway, this is it for now, but I may add to this list later, because there are definitely a few more! Please also feel free to add your own in the notes!

[detectivebambam]

the gang as quotes in my notebook

Andrew: I can't let you see all that I have to lose, and all I've lost in the fight to protect it

Jean: The caged bird sings with a fearful trill, of things unknown but longed for still, and his tune is heard on the distant hill, for the caged bird sings of freedom

Wymack: Ten spears go into battle and nine shatter. Did the war forge the one that remained? No, Amaram. All the war did was identify the spear that would not break

Neil: You can die in the blink of an eye, so bat your eyelashes and keep winking and blowing kisses cuz' you're flirting with death

Kevin: As some animals amputate a leg and leave it in the trap... It's always at the hour of trouble and confrontation that the missing member aches

Alison: There is so much stubborn hope in the human heart

Aaron: We can endure all kinds of pain; it's shame that eats men whole

Dan: I heed the words of wounded dogs: my pain becomes my strength

Matt: Without question or pause- to be willing to march into hell for a heavenly cause

Nicky: I realized that we think we might be terrible people. But we only reveal this before asking someone to love us

Abby: I do not love the sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory. I love only that which they defend

Renee: Hope has dirt on her face, blood on her knuckles, the grit of cobblestones in her hair, and just spat out a tooth as she rises for another go

Bee: Gentle mother, font of mercy, save our sons from war, we pray. Stay the swords and stay the arrows, let them know a better day

Riko: So scared of what your enemies will do to you; you're the only enemy you ever seem to lose to

Seth: There are times when I kick myself, say I'm not sick, but I can't get well

[gavisfanta]

PAST TIMES - PEDRI

summary: pedri and you are parents and you talk about yours sons girl problems.

warnings: noneee

"She said she'll come home around this time." You sat down next to him on the couch and put one of your legs over his.

"I don't know." Pedri shrugged his shoulders and looked at his phone while you looked at yours.

In that exact moment you two heard the front door open and you heard your daughter come inside.

"Hey Alison, how was your day?" Pedri yelled while he turned his head towards her. She just threw her backpack onto the floor and gave you two an annoying look.

"Dad, just be quiet for once." She told Pedri and then stormed up the stairs and into her room. Pedri turned his head to look at your surprised but you just shook it off.

"What the heck was that?" Pedri asked you and you shrugged your shoulders again.

"She's 16," You told him and looked back at your phone but Pedri scoffed.

"You weren't this bad?!" You gave him a look as you turned your head to look at him again.

"That's because you met me when I was 19, but whatever." Then after you said that the door opened again and Pedri yelled again. "Hey Aléx, how are you?"

"Dude, mom, dad" He threw his bag on the floor and hung up his jacket before he walked into the living room. "The craziest thing just happened today." He sat down on the opposite side of the couch and looked at the two of you.

Pedri leaned forward and pushed your leg down his lap. You shook your head and leaned against the couch.

"Let me guess, you found friends?" Pedri joked and Aléx gave him a look.

Alex was your oldest child, he was 19 and was way calmer than your other children. Not really calm since he was really energetic, but he didn't make any trouble.

"Dad, come on, no, me and Gavi drove to practice today, since we wanted to be earlier. Also he had to be there earlier to meet up with the coaching team but, guess who texted me on the way there." He looked at the two of you with a grin, waiting you to guess.

"I know who it was" You smiled and Pedri turned to look at you with furrowed eyebrows.

"How would you know?" He asked and then looked back at Alex. "I don't know, the girl you've been talking to?"

"Exactly, she texted me if we could meet after practice." He inhaled sharply and then looked at the floor. "Gavi said that I should tell her yes, but" He continued. "I said no, I want to focus on football, I want to make it big."

Pedri and you made eye contact immediately. "You know I met her when I was 20, so you'll still be able to focus on both. You can try going out with girls, but as soon as you realize that you're loosing concentration, stop. It's that easy." Pedri shrugged his shoulders.

"Yeah but she'll be a huge distraction." Alex mumbled and put his head into his hands.

"No I don't think so, Pedri was also able to concentrate when he wasn't hooking up with random models." You laughed and Pedri's eyes widened. He pushed you slightly and Alex was sitting there with his mouth wide open.

"You fucked around?" Alex asked and you nodded while you laughed, Pedri was just sitting there, ashamed.

"Yeah he did, after every weekend he told us about the model he hooked up with, my god it was so annoying." You laughed and then Pedri covered his face.

"Yeah, Alex you're actually not her son, you're from one of those models." Pedri pointed at you and you burst out laughing.

"You can't say that, that's not true." Alex smiled as you said that and then stood up.

"Thanks for the help dad. I'll leave you two alone." He walked up the stairs and Pedri turned to look at you.

"I can't do this anymore, why did you tell him that?" Pedri threw a pillow after you which you caught successfully.

you just shrugged your shoulders as you smiled. "I'm just telling the truth."