#and michael actually knocking les down…..

[jackmkelly]

i have something to say about jack being touched

[educatedinyellow]

Getting to know you meme, tagged by @beastlyanachronism, thank you! Your answers to these same questions were so fun to read <3

Three ships I like: I like so many. But a few recent ones I've liked enough to write for myself include Dean/Castiel (Supernatural), Kara/Lee (Battlestar Galactica), and Holmes/Watson (Arthur Conan Doyle). And honorable mentions to Vimes/Vetinari -- which I like so well that I keep intimidating myself out of writing it, lol -- and Peter Wimsey/Harriet Vane, they are too smart for me :)

First ship ever: I suppose that depends on what you mean by 'ship.' If you mean the first canonically romantic relationship that I loved and got invested in, it might have been Peaceable Drummond Sherwood/Barbara Grahame (The Sherwood Ring), or Jane Eyre/Mr. Rochester, or David Addison/Maddie Hayes (Moonlighting). All those I encountered quite early in life; they got in on the ground floor with me, one might say. If you mean the first slash relationship I ever read, then it was Louis/Lestat (and Armand/Marius) from The Vampire Chronicles. And -- like many in fandom I suspect -- there were fictional relationships I treasured and/or was fascinated by in the source material but didn't learn to ship until much later, like Holmes/Watson or Valjean/Javert. There are still other beloved duos from my childhood and teenage years that I absolutely see the slashiness of, but still prefer to imagine as the most devoted of friends, like Illya & Napoleon (Man From UNCLE) or the Star Trek triumvirate. The heart is a funny thing and unpredictable as to where it yearns for romance versus where it says: you know what, I actually just want the most beautiful camaraderie forever, no kisses needed.

Last song I listened to: It was Come On Get Higher by Matt Nathanson. There's something about the rhythm of the chorus I find so catchy. Also, it's such an Endverse!Cas song, it makes me think of Hth's funny, sharp, haunting, bittersweet (but with more sweetness after all in the end) fic: And Watch What Happens.

Favorite childhood book: The first book I remember passionately declaring as my favorite was Wait Till Helen Comes, the coming-of-age ghost story by Mary Downing Hahn (I would have been in about 3rd grade at the time). Very atypical of me, I must say, as I've never been a horror fan, but I suppose ghost stories are about as tame as horror gets. Some childhood books I still consider favorites today include the Mary Poppins books by PL Travers, Jane Eyre, the Sherlock Holmes stories, the Lord of the Rings trilogy, the Timothy Zahn Thrawn Trilogy (Star Wars), some of Dave Barry's humor anthologies, Pride and Prejudice, and Les Miserables. Those were some of the big ones I remember reading before I started high school.

Currently reading: Not a blessed thing at the moment, although I have a collection of James Thurber essays, the history of a 1940s coast guard rescue mission, and a massive overview of the Reconstruction/Gilded Age period checked out from the library. Will they be read before they need to be returned? Only time will tell.

Currently watching: The first season of Foyle's War. Unfortunately, I have finished the season and not fallen in love with it, despite everyone I know having loved it. I think...I'm just not that captivated by mysteries in general, and I need a little more eccentricity in my detectives in order to have a really good time? Not to knock the performances -- especially the lead, Michael Kitchen, who is understated and excellent in the role. But I miss Wimsey's patter and Holmes's flair for the dramatic :)

Currently craving: So, I am pre-diabetic and my son's doctor has recently informed us he is insulin-resistant, so we are doing our best to cut down on carbs and especially sugars around the house. I've been working on this for years, and actually have lost about 70 pounds over the last five years due to changes in diet, a routine of walking, and metformin (a blood-sugar control prescription). But over the last six months I've been taking care of my dad, and I've spent a lot of time taking him out to eat or to fast food places, and let us say I am wavering on my path to wellness, LOL. I need to recommit to more things like vegetables, but what I tend to crave most is the convenience of grabbing something warm and tasty from a restaurant. I'm working on it :)

Thankfully, there are some nice somewhat-healthier alternatives to old-fashioned desserts that we can stock our shelves with here to snack on. There's a "carb balance" pita that's delicious with guacamole or hummus. There's a keto-friendly mint-chocolate ice cream bar that's low carb and still delicious, and little coconut-chocolate cookies that are low-sugar with a bit of fiber and protein built in. So, I think I'll have one now with a cup of my favorite french vanilla black decaf tea & remind myself that eating healthier still leaves plenty of room for all kinds of things I genuinely delight in :)

Currently consuming: I am heating the tea water!

Pets: None. My dad had a dog that I was caring for, but she was elderly and passed away several months ago. I've never had any pets as an adult. When I was a kid, my mom gave us hamsters and eventually a giant passel of chihuahuas.

I will tag @thetimemoves, @sanguinarysanguinity, and anyone else who'd like to play!

[5sosfanfictioncatalogue]

Three Word Fic Titles Masterlist

Anything For You.. (ao3) - Ukulelelover616 Luke/Calum N/R, 12k

Summary: Luke and Calum are in love….. It’s pretty obvious.. Everyone can tell, except Luke and Calum! I guess you could call it a skinny love. Ashton, Michael, and many others will stop at nothing to get these two together.

Inspired by the Don’t Stop music video! (Superpowers AU)

Cards Are Dealt - @ashtcnirwin (elivigar) Luke/Ashton E, 100k

Summary: “You wanna… date me?” he asks eventually, when the silence is starting to feel loaded. “I don’t date and even if I did, I definitely wouldn’t be interested in dating you. I’d say no offense, but… full fucking offense.”

Ashton snorts. “Don’t flatter yourself, pumpkin, I have no interest in dating you either. Actually, the thought alone is exhausting and a little nauseating.”

Clenching his jaw, Luke grinds his teeth and shakes his head. “Then what do you want from me?”

“Sex. I already said that.”

A story about wants and expectations branching out and evolving without the knowledge or consent of those they belong to.

chips of glass (ao3) - asymmetric Calum/Ashton E, 40k

Summary: A month before 5 Seconds of Summer’s first gig, Calum puts up an ad on craigslist.

Ashton is the one who answers.

delete this transmission (ao3) - horriblekids Michael/Ashton, Luke/Calum M, 67k

Summary: “Yeah,” he says, catching sight of his reflection in the dimly reflective surface and running fingers through his hair to fluff it up. And instead of getting on the mag-train home like he wants to, he catches the northbound train to the greenlawn with Calum. “You know, I think I might not go through with it,” he tells his best friend, meaning his activation. They sit together across from the back doors of the car and watch the adverts for an upcoming showing of ‘Titanic’ at the interactive theater. While Calum sits beside him silently he gnaws on a thumbnail and wonders whether it’s too late to get his money back.

“You can’t go back on it now,” Calum tells him.

And it’s true: His payment has already been processed, the credits removed from his profile. The invoice showed up in his e-net overnight and he’d added it to his encrypted folder. “It’s just - weird,” he says, weighing each of the words on his tongue before he speaks. “To be in charge of another person like that. I don’t want that responsibility.”

floating then drowning (ao3) - lovelymuke Michael/Luke T, 9k

Summary: As Luke stands over the bathroom sink and swallows one of the pills, he knows that this is it. There’s no turning back after this. As long as he can make the bottles of pills he has stashed in the bottom of his suitcase last until the end of the promo run he’ll be fine. So he doesn’t worry. Instead, he just knocks back the second pill and walks out of the bathroom to his waiting boyfriend. He’s going to prove that he’s still worthy of being in the band, that he can hold himself together.

If he needs medication to do that, no one needs to know.

I Can’t Remember (ao3) - im_just_a_sucker_for_bromance Luke/Calum E, 49k

Summary: Waking up naked next to your best friend is not good but waking up naked next to your best friend and being the only one who remembers is worst. That was happened to Luke Hemmings. Maybe he would have forgotten about it if it happened once but that was not the case. And what were those weird feelings that he was experimenting all the time? He could not be attracted to Calum… that was impossible since he has known Calum all his life. He was definitely going crazy…

i’ll be damned (ao3) - prettyluke (parting_ways) Luke/Ashton T, 8k

Summary: Luke is sick, and sometimes Ashton feels like he’s the one who can’t breathe.

Lay Me Down (ao3) - stelleshine Luke/Calum, Michael/Ashton M, 101k

Summary: Calum is the one thing Luke has as his world falls down around him.

Le Chatelier’s Principle (ao3) - LyricalPary (hoseoky) Luke/Ashton, Michael/Calum E, 54k

Summary: Ever since being promoted to head waiter, Luke had had one problem that came in the form of a six foot, curly-headed, hazel eyed demon. And by demon, he meant his frustratingly stubborn, unfairly attractive co-worker, Ashton Irwin.

Let’s be unpredictable (ao3) - orphan_account Michael/Calum, Luke/Ashton G, 5k

Summary: the one where malum meet at a detention and everyone thinks Luke’s hair is a myth, but it isn’t.

Luke’s.Stomach Bug (ao3) - 5SOSxQueen T, 13k

Summary: Luke ends up getting extremely sick before a concert, but has to push through his illness. Just how bad does it need to get for him to be able to rest?

Made in Magnolia (ao3) - thegiftboxxx Calum/Ashton, Michael/Luke, Ashton/OFC, + more E, 220k

Summary: There’s that feeling again. The warmth and the electricity that travels between them which lacks nerves or pretenses or any semblance of who they have been in the past. Calum isn’t the same guy who usually gets fucked and kicked out when he gets invited to stay the night. Ashton isn’t the same guy who got married at twenty in Mississippi. They’re new when they’re together.

over and under (ao3) - kaleidoscopeminds Luke/Calum E, 10k

Summary: “We really need to stop doing this.”

“I know.”

Luke says he won’t do this again.

They both agree they won’t do this again when they’re dressed, in Luke’s living room and not his bedroom, when Calum’s about to leave to see his other friends and Luke’s going to the studio to write.

It’s easy to agree not to do it again when Calum’s not touching him.

perfectly fine… (not) (ao3) - lovelymuke Michael/Luke T, 7k

Summary: In which Luke is sick, stubborn and trying to deal with his problems on his own. Michael is unaware, exhausted and honestly kind of, just a little bit, sick of Luke’s shit.

Someone Like You (ao3) - stelleshine Luke/Calum, Michael/Ashton, Michael/Calum E, 24k

Summary: Michael was not in love with Calum.

The idea was ludicrous – preposterous – and he would deny it to the end of his days, if need be. There wasn’t some seed of love deep inside him, his heart didn’t beat to the sound of Calum’s bass, he just wasn’t in love with his best friend.

OR Michael is jealous of Calum & Luke’s relationship, and whines to Ashton about it.

So Much Better (ao3) - orphan_account Calum/Ashton, Michael/Luke, Bryana/Ashton N/R, 84k

Summary: This is good, good for Ashton. He works so hard, always taking care of the boys, he deserves someone who will take his mind off of things, even for a couple of hours to get coffee. Maybe it’ll make him better, and by extension, the band better. Maybe Bryana is a good thing for everyone. Yet, even now, as Calum tries to think of how great Bryana could be for Ashton, he can’t help but think that he would be so much better.

Or the one where Calum and Ashton have been Friends With Benefits for years, and Calum thought his feelings for Ashton were simply sexual until Bryana came into the picture.

staring at the sunshine (ao3) - toddamyanderson Luke/Calum T, 19k

Summary: And the way those blue eyes are looking at him now. There’s flashes of that heat from before building in them, which is kind of intense. Calum doesn’t usually get this look from Luke. Only sometimes, when they’re a little drunk or a little high and the rules become fuzzy and looks aren’t meant to matter as much.

Take My Hand (ao3) - cyclogenesis (addictedkitten) OT4 E, 19k

Summary: In which Michael finds Luke, and then they all find each other. Also, hand-holding is the new cuddling.

the flatmate arrangement (ao3) - kaleidoscopeminds Luke/Calum T, 20k

Summary: A ‘The Flatshare’ AU

Tie That Binds - @ashtcnirwin (elivigar) Luke/Ashton E, 98k

Summary: “If you do think I’m insane, I’ll go home and we can forget that this whole conversation ever took place. Deal?”

“I guess?” Ashton says, bewilderment painting every nook and cranny of his face. “What was with all the questions beforehand, though? You’re not gonna ask me to have sex with you, are you?”

Awful, unwelcome, mortified heat rushes to Luke’s face, and he lets out an involuntary noise that’s halfway between a squeak and a gag. He keeps his eyes on Ashton, though, and Ashton’s jaw drops.

“What?!” Ashton exclaims, putting his coffee down. “You want us to— what? Why?”

In which Luke wants to explore miscellaneous kinks and Ashton strikes him as a good candidate to do said exploring with with.

[bella-goths-wife]

hii idk if requests were open or not but i was wondering if you could possibly do slashers with a french s/o ??

Slashers with French S/O

Michael Myers

You were in America for a cousins wedding and you were staying in a local motel

Michael had not killed anyone in a week so he decided to go into the motel to make up for lost time

You were just coming out of the shower and you were covered with a towel when you walked into your room and found a random man in you room

Cue angry French sounds

“qu'est-ce que tu fous tu ne peux pas être ici imbécile” (what are you doing in here you can’t be in here you fool)

He was intrigued but found himself annoyed when you shoved him outside of the room and locked the door yet he could still hear you yelling

You come back in clothes and in attempt to get an apology but Michael just picks you up and takes you back the Myers house

And that kids is how I met your mother

You started dating after a while and you drive him insane

Whenever your in an argument you shout at him in French which he obviously can’t understand so he just walks out the door

Does find it funny when you mistake an English word for French

Bo Sinclair

You were touring America with a group of other French people

When you reached Ambrose Bo saw you all as sitting ducks so he offered to give you a tour

He made comments about how the French should “speak a less confusing language” to which you responded

“les américains stupides pensent toujours qu'ils savent mieux que les gens de notre pays” (stupid Americans think they know better than the people actually from our country)

He didn’t understand what you said but judging from the others laughs he knew it wasn’t good

So when he kills off the rest of your group he gives you the excuse that they left you in Ambrose

You both eventually grow closer after a lot of arguments so he decided to keep you around for a while

While dating him you try and teach him some French but it turned out like in friends when phoebe tries to teach joey French

He won’t admit it but he actually enjoys watching the French romances you out on, with subtitles obviously

Vincent Sinclair

You were an art major and you wanted to explore America and see all of its art

When you reach the house of wax Vincent is watching you and when you meet him you say one thing to him

“êtes-vous l'artiste? tes figures de cire sont une oeuvre d'art” (are you the artist? Your wax figures are a work of art)

You quickly repeat in English and he blushes under his mask

You quickly bond over your love of art

When he finds out you paint as well it becomes the hobby you do together

Your art is displayed in the house of wax no matter if it’s amazing or terrible

After you start dating he makes a figure that looks exactly like a girl you saw come into the town a few days ago so you wanted Vincent to make a figure of you as well

He quickly refused and just told you that he doesn’t want to insult you if the works bad, definitely not because the process would put you in extreme pain and kill you

Thomas Hewitt

Your car broke down in front of the Hewitts home so you knocked on the door and asked for help

Luda may was already charmed by your accent and called it “beautiful”

When you met Thomas Luda may asked to say something in French to him

So you said

“tu es très beau et fort” (you are very handsome and strong)

When you explain what you said to Luda may she’s practically planning the wedding

You spend the night with the Hewitts and you and Thomas quickly bond

He adores when you cook food from you country for the family dinners

Granted he’ll never tell you what kind of meat is in the freezer

Asa Emory

He was your college professor after you moved to America to get a better education in your chosen field

There was a small language barrier between you and your classmates which always left you feeling isolated

But asa actually spoke French so you saw him as your escape

His need to take you stemmed from one thing you said to him

“au moins les rumeurs sont vraies sur l'Amérique. tous les professeurs sont beaux” (al least the rumours about America are true. All the teachers are handsome)

This prompted asa to take you, not to torture you but to treat you like pet

You develop Stockholm syndrome pretty quickly after you already trusted the man

He tries to teach you more English but understands if you feel more comfortable speaking in French

Tiffany valentine

You had met while Tiffany was in doll form, she was accidentally shipped to France because she resembles an old doll brand

You bought her at the antique store and she quickly became obsessed with you

So when she snuck off and transferred her soul into Jennifer tillys body she quickly returned for you

She asked you on a date and you excepted

She resembled a doll you had lost so you called her “ma petite poupée” (my little dolly)

She would adore if you baked for her and made traditional French dishes for here

You show her French fashion and teach her some French so she understands basic phrases and some swear words

She even moves to France to be with you and wants to get to know the French lifestyle a lot more

Hopefully that ginger doll fucker won’t find her in France

Jason voorhees

You had gotten lost when you were looking for a different campsite but ended up at Jason’s

He was going to originally kill you off but after hearing your accent he would remember those French films his mother would watch and you brought some nostalgia back for him

But when you said this phrase that’s when he fell in love with you

“ce camping est très beau comme vous” (this campsite is very beautiful just like you)

He loves listening to you talk, even if he can’t understand it

He just finds your voice and accent so soothing for him and he will sit there for hours on end reacting to a story he doesn’t actually understand

Baby firefly

You met when you were studying abroad, you were studying American fashion and origins of traditional wear

She found you in some seedy bar and the first thing you said to her was

“Es-tu un ange” (are you an angel)

You found her stunning and she found you to be the most intoxicating sound in the world

She took you on a date and you quickly bonded over your love for fashion

She wants to know everything about French fashion and asks you every question in the book

She’ll sometimes use phrases you’ve said to drive Otis up the wall

Otis driftwood

You met in a run down bar after you were thrown out for being “too aggressive”

You weren’t being aggressive the bar owner just didn’t like that you were French

Otis thought you would be an easy victim so he started talking to you

You said to him “éloigne toi sale pervers” (get away you dirty pervert)

He kidnaps you but you quickly fall head over heels for each other after a heavy make out session that came from an aggressive argument

Want to drive him crazy in bed? Start speaking French he finds it so sexy

Any other scenario it just annoys him

You would constantly swear at him in French

This and your asthma earned you the nickname “my French bulldog) which he only gave you to piss you off

[spinningerster]

idk if the newsies fandom is still active on here bUT I saw the new London production on Saturday (Dec 3rd) and need to share my thoughts bc THIS SHOW -

apologies in advance for the amount of fangirling i'm about to do. also this will probably be very long so prepare yourselves

so newsies is my absolute favourite musical and I actually can't believe I got to see the first professional UK production - not only that, I also got to finally meet my best friend who I met through the show! we also made a new friend whilst in the merch line - and another two at stage door after the show. it was so cool to be around other fans of the show!

and wow - I was completely blown away. guys, the choreography for seize the day and king of new york is out of this world, I was in awe the whole time. and the end of once and for all, oh my god. 3 standing ovations as well! (two in seize the day, and during the curtain call/bowsies)

the talent in this show is unreal; michael ahomka-lindsay and bronté barbé were really great as jack and katherine, I really enjoyed their portrayals of the characters and they both have great voices. moya angela was amazing as medda, she wore this beautiful outfit during 'thats rich' that matched what the bowery beauties were wearing, which I really liked, and she had a really nice voice. matthew duckett was great as crutchie, and yes letter from the refuge made me cry. my favourite character portrayal was probably ryan kopel, there was just something about how he plays davey that i loved, and he understood the assignment with poor guys head is spinning which made me very happy.

there were also three swings performing; bradley trevethan as elmer, jordan isaac as romeo, and zack guest who made his finch debut, and they were all amazing!

honestly I could watch those boys dance forever.

the cast made great use of the large space they've been given, there were some walkways that were used in various parts of the show, such as during brooklyn's here with the different boroughs, and the cast going into the audience (such as going up/down the main stairs) makes the show really immersive.

brooklyn were all girlsies. and they had a dance break during brooklyn's here. there was one brooklyn girlsie who had her arm in a sling and her name was splint.

new things they added/details I noticed and really liked were:

• les was actually involved in king of new york

• katherine wore a lady liberty crown made out of spoons at the end of kony which I loved

• race's cigar actually smoked

• there was a little bit at the start of the show, before santa fe prologue, which showed the newsies trying to sell papers

• jack had a small photo of santa fe in his pocket which he was looking at during santa fe prologue, it was a small detail they added that I absolutely loved

• during the 'world will know' scene where they're going on strike, katherine is on one of the walkways (the one closest to where we were sat) watching, which I really liked as her then wanting to help the newsies made more sense as she watched them declare their strike

• there was (at least to me) a small homage to the 1992 movie - during seize the day, they knocked over one of the newspaper carts and started ripping up the papers

• jack did a full on like tarzan swing from a rope (that seemed to appear from nowhere) during the fight scene, les went to do the same thing but davey was like 'um no get down'

• jack was in the seize the day dance break, and he was really good!

• he gave katherine a newsie cap in the finale it was so cute

the newsies were used for a lot of scene changes, specifically for when props needed to be brought on stage. my favourite one was when katherine said 'thank you' to the two newsies who brought her desk and chair on for watch what happens. (sidenote, if you're sat in manhattan, you walk under the stage and get to see all the props which was so cool)

we stage doored after the show and it was so cool, we met michael & bronte (who we actually also met before the show), matthew and ryan, and they were all so lovely!

the best piece of live theatre i've ever seen, it was like nothing i've ever experienced.

[chaoticunorigionalstranger]

Newsies London (Matinee) 3.12.22

Castboard below.

This show is very impressive, and I honestly cannot comprehend how they can do this twice a day.

The dancing makes the show - those guys are immensely talented. I mean - they are dnacing in the aisle, hanging from lights, gymnastics - it's beyond impressive.

Characterisations:

MICHAEL AHOMKA-LINDSAY (Jack Kelly) - I liked his Jack Kelly. He had a suaveness about him that made it easy to believe that people would be drawn to him. He also had the 'older than his years' thing down.

BRONTÉ BARBÉ (Katherine) - tbh I personally am not a fan of Katherine, but Bronté makes her as likable as I think she can be. She has a nice voice.

RYAN KOPEL (Davey) - it was great to be close enough to see Ryan's expressions and mannerism. He played Davey as intially very nervous, clenching and unclenching his fists at his side. He (Davey) also seemed unsure.of himself. My personal opinion is that his voice was stronger than Michael's at this performance. I'd like to see him perform again in a few months time.

MOYA ANGELA (Madda) - tbh we don't see a huge amount of her, but her voice is phenomenal. Once they sort out the mic issues she will blow people away. He rendition of That's Rich was met with rousing applause and cheers, only second to Sieze the Day.

MATTHEW DUCKETT (Crutchie) - he has a really nice voice, and his facial expressions stood out to me.

NESIM ADAN (Les) - serious talent here! His facial expressions surpassed all of the adults. Brilliant!

Other info:

I was sitting in Brooklyn 2nd row and was right by one of the entrances for the performers. I was pre-warned that a cart would go past me and was told "don't be scared". Ngl, a warning about Jack Kelly crouching down next to me (if I moved my foot I'd have kicked him - I could've reached out and touched him), the guys coming on swinging baseball bats, tables being rolled in my direction at high speed and having Newsies jump in my direction and stop just before me, was much more surprising then the fruit cart!!!!

Absolutely brilliant being so close to the show. The performers were standing and crouching next to me! One of them actually knocked my leg after he jumped off the stage and spun round to run back on again and mouthed 'sorry' to me.

As this was a preview show there's a few little things to iron out, mainly the mics. At times the mics came on too late. As I was so close I could hear them speaking, but I don't think people further back would've been able to.

I also got one of the papers thrown into the audience. It was thrown at me by Davey (Ryan Kopel) - ngl, chuffed.

[chandelier-s-notebook]

Doodlewash April 2021 prompt 30: Shiny

The types of text show the different languages being spoken Player Piglin Enderman

If anyone wants to be part of a taglist for A Familial Unit, feel free to message me/send an ask/or mention it in reblogs.

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When Tommy still lived in Phil’s cottage, Phil occasionally let Tommy drag Techno home from Hypixel to babysit him.

Tommy called it a sleepover. Phil called it babysitting. Techno called it dinner and a bed, with the payment being hours spent with Tommy – which he didn’t mind as much as he pretended.

During those hours Techno would teach Tommy Piglin.

He actually got pretty good and now Techno and Tommy can have completely secret conversations.

- - -

Tubbo and Ranboo do not know Piglin. They had a little Piglin son, so that was a problem.

Ranboo can understand Enderman, he just doesn’t know how to form sentences with the proper grammatical structure. Michael knows the basics of Enderman because he went to hang out with them sometimes in the Nether. So Michael and Ranboo can communicate, barely.

Tubbo really has no way of communication other than tone and gestures.

But Michael knows enough to understand that he’s safe and that they will take care of him.

- - -

“Hey Michael,” Tubbo said. “You’re going to meet your Uncle Tommy today.”

Michael smiled at the soft tone in Tubbo’s voice. He turned to Ranboo and tilted his head, asking him what was said.

“Meet someone,” Ranboo said in Enderman.

“Who?”

“Tommy.”

“Who that?”

“Dads’ friend.”

“Oooh.”

There was a knock at the door. “I’ll go get him. Tommy’s at the door.”

Tommy climbed up the ladder. He glanced around and found Tubbo sitting on the bed with a little Piglin. “Hello.”

Michael waved. When Tommy got to his feet Michael held out his arms. “Gold.”

Tommy smiled, and pretended he didn’t understand.

Tommy came to the middle of the room and let Michael jump off the bed.

“Gold.”

Tommy plucked Ranboo’s crown off his head. “Piglins like gold right?” He held it out for Michael.

Ranboo huffed and tried to grab his crown back. Tommy decided that being annoying was the play and held the crown out in Micharls direction while pushing Ranboo away.

“Let me give him a gift. I didn’t bring anything.”

“Gimme back my crown!”

Michael was internally warring with himself; he wants the gold but he knows that Ranboo doesn’t like it when he grabs at his crown. But Tubbo wasn’t helping Ranboo and wasn’t yelling at Tommy, he was just laughing.

Michael looked at the smile on Ranboo’s face. “Can I?”

“What?” Tommy asked.

“I give back future,” Michael said in his broken Enderman. “On my word.”

Ranboo looked between Michael and Tommy’s puppy dog eyes. “Okay.”

“Yay!” Tommy made a beckoning motion.

Michael hopped off the bed and trotted over to Tommy. “Gold.”

Tommy dropped the crown on Michael’s head. The little Piglin smiled and Tubbo clapped.

“Hey Tommy, you sure you good to baby sit Michael for the day?”

“Yes of course. I need to make sure Michael likes his Uncle Tommy the most.”

Once Tubbo and Ranboo had given Michael is forhead kissing and decended the ladder Michael held his hands out for the top of Tommy’s head. “Gold.”

“This isn’t gold. This is the colour of my fur.”

Michael sent him a shocked expression. “You can understand me?”

“Yes.”

“You can talk back to me?”

“Yes.”

“You didn’t start with that?”

“Didn’t feel like it. Your father’s would have put us both on the sport to have a conversation.”

“But-“

“They would have been continuously asking us back and forth and it would have gone on forever. We wouldn’t have really been able to talk.”

“Oh.”

“Why don’t I teach you Player? Then you can talk to your fathers on your own and don’t need me.”

“Would you?”

“I think my Piglin is good enough to teach you Player.”

“Could you? Could you? Could you?”

Tommy sat down in the middle of the room and patted the floor next to him.

“So the problem is making the sounds right?”

“Yes.”

“I had the same problem with learning Piglin.” Tommy looked around the room wondering where to start. He landed on the family picture. “Okay. So your fathers. Player has a lot of words for father.”

“Really?”

“Yes. And some of them are basic Player sound. Do you know which one Tubbo is?”

Michael got up and ran to point at Tubbo’s picture. “This one.”

“Good. Dada.”

“D-“ Micharl shock his head. “Da-“

“Dada,” Tommy encouraged. “Dada.”

“Da. Da. Dada.”

“Dada!”

“Dada!”

“Tubbo.”

Michael pointed to his picture. “Dada.”

“Good! Now for Ranboo.”

Michael pointed to his other father in the picture.

“Papa.”

“Dada.”

“No no. Pa. Pa. Papa.”

“Pa.”

“Pa.

“Papa.”

“Good!”

For the next ten minutes Tommy went back and forth randomly saying Tubbo and Ranboo’s names. Michael would point to the correct father and say either “Papa” or “Dada.” Tommy kept giving him positive reinforcement, even when he stumbled on the sounds.

“Papa said you’re fathers’ friend. How to I say that in Player?”

“I don’t like you’re quite there yet piglet.”

Michael squealed happily at the honorific. “Why not?”

“Well the word is friend. And that’s a few too many sounds for our first lesson.”

“Oh. Yeah.”

“Besides. Ranboo is wrong. I’m your father’s brother. Piglin doesn’t have a word for uncle does it? There’s not special word for father’s brother is there?”

“No.”

“Well. I’m Dada’s brother.”

“Really?”

A soft smile fell on Tommy’s face. He beckoned Michael forward again. “Not really. I’m Dada’s brother the way you are Dada and Papa’s son. We were taken in by Philza.”

“Za?”

“Yes. Have you met him?”

“He has gold fur as well.”

Tommy laughed and pulled Michael in his lap. “Yeah. He does. Philza took in me and Wilbur. He never officially took in Tubbo or Technoblade, but they are my brother’s as well.”

“Technoblade?”

“Yes. Techno. He translated his Piglin name into Player when he was first introducing himself. He likes it. He’s the one who taught me Piglin.”

“I have a Piglin name. I like my Player name better though.”

“Michael is a good name.”

Michael burrowed his little head in Tommy’s chest. “Wanna keep my Player name.”

“You can keep your Player name.”

“Can I? Even if I tell you my Piglin name.”

“Of course. May I call you it if we’re talking in Piglin. It’s a little hard to switch from Piglina back into Player for only one word.”

“Yes you can. I’m Quiverlance.”

Tommy heart melted a little. “Techno called my Littleblade, so if you wanna call me that you can.”

“Littleblade?”

“Papa. Dada. Uncle.”

“Papa. Dada. Littleblade.”

“Uncle.”

“Littleblade.”

“Come on. Try.”

“Un. Un. Un. Le.”

“C-.”

“C-.”

“Un. C. Le.”

“Un. C. Le.”

“Uncle.”

“Un. C. Le.”

“Uncle.”

“Unc. Le.”

“Uncle.”

“Uncle.”

“Uncle!”

“Uncle!”

“Papa. Dada. Uncle.” Tommy point at each of them in turn.

Michael copied him. “Papa. Dada. Uncle.”

“Good.”

“Littleblade!”

“Next time I’m here I’m going to teach you how to say our names.”

“Littleblade!”

“Michael.”

Michael dropped his chin.

Tommy patted his head. “Let’s play a game.”

“Okay!”

- - -

Needless to say when Tubbo and Ranboo came up the ladder to discharge Tommy from babysitting duties, they were in for quite the surprise when Michael came running up to Ranboo. “Papa! You’re crown back.”

Ranboo froze as Michael held out the gold in front of him.

“Papa?”

Michael turned back to Tommy questioningly. He thought Papa – he likes that word – would be happy.

“Don’t worry piglet. He’s just a little shocked. Wasn’t expecting me to teach you any Player.”

“Oh. Papa. Crown.”

Ranboo was still staring at Michael with wide, but proud, eyes.

“Dada? Crown?” He held you the gold for Tubbo. But Tubbo was looking wildly between the Michael and Tommy. “Dada?”

Tommy eventually took the crown from Michael and plunked it back on Ranboo’s head. “Next time you leave me alone with him for a few hours you’re going to get him back saying your names. Get over yourself.”

“What the fuck Tommy?” Tubbo demanded.

“Bye Tubbo. See you next time. Remember to tell your kid that you’re happy. Bye piglet!”

“Bye Littleblade.”

Before Tommy descended down the hatch he asked Michael one final question. “I’m the best uncle right?”

“Uncle!” Michael cheered.

“Tommy!” Tubbo shouted.

The blond simply waved, dropped down the ladder, and just left the house.

[remakethestars]

CABIN 7 — APOLLO

Headcanons.

❝There ought to be more drama, I think. A musical crescendo. Confetti.❞

— Jess Cooper, I Am Still Alive

Headcanon masterlist.

Oh, boy — this is my cabin, y'all; buckle up! 😁

Not all Apollo kids are good at everything their dad's good at, okay? I sure as heck can’t paint or play an instrument. 

TRIGGER WARNING: mentions of violence?

They run an underground tattoo parlor.

That's where Will & Butch got their respective sun & rainbow tats.

Apollo kids with lyrics tattooed into their skin.

Rick says there isn't much by way of décor inside, which is f*in' B.S. Apollo's the god of art; those walls have been graffitied Tangled style.

🎶 i'll paint the walls some more — i'm sure there's room somewhere! 🎶

The east wall is covered in a landscape of a sunrise, & the west has a sunset (because the sun rises in the east & sets in the — yeah, I'll see myself out).

The north & south walls & the ceiling are white, though, because it really brightens/opens up the space (C7 has the 2ⁿᵈ most campers under C11 because Apollo's a slut; things can get a little crowded in the summer).

When there’re celebrations, the artistically inclined kids bust out the face paint. Especially for the younger campers.

The artistically inclined are the ones that paint the camp beads for the end of the summer. Despite the numbers, it doesn’t take them as long as one might think.

Rick said the ceiling had cedar beams, but we're not gonna do Cyparissius dirty like that. Cypress wood is good for building; the beams are cypress. You know what? F*ck you — the whole dang cabin's cypress!

There’s a massive, potted aloe vera plant by the steps that gets moved into the C4 greenhouse in the winter. It’s one of those old ones — because everyone knows the old aloe plants work better for burns & blisters than these sh¡tty new ones. (It’s constantly getting broken off to heal burns & stuff.) 

Rick said there are potted red & purple hyacinths in the window & yellow flowers from Delos. That's true.

I'd say the flowerbeds around the cabin are full of healing plants, but I feel like they'd be better off around the infirmary for obvious reasons.

I do feel like there's a laurel tree planted outside C7, though, because Apollo's a pining b¡tch.

And there's an actual infirmary building, okay? Rick's kinda inconsistent about that. Sometimes he says "infirmary," sometimes he says the Big House is running over with injured, & apparently there's a cot dead center for injured in C7? B.S.

Or maybe I've just read too much fanfic, and the authors don't get it right?

Either way, there's an infirmary building with surgery & delivery rooms. One floor. Locker room for C7 kids to store their scrubs & sh¡t.

They go for yellow scrubs, though, because orange C.H.B. scrubs make them look like escaped convicts.

Fun Band-Aids™

They give out little orange stickers with laurels around the edges that are like I voted! stickers, but they're injury-specific.

I got my leg(s) reattached! & Percy Jackson shot me in the butt! & I ticked off Clarisse! & I made out with an Aphrodite kid in the poison ivy! & I fell off the lava wall! & I got pranked by the Stolls!

After a war or just when there’re a lot of campers in the infirmary, there seems to be a constant flow of Apollo kids singing one hymn to their father in unison to heal someone.

Sometimes, an unconscious camper wakes in a cot & thinks they’ve died & gone to the wrong afterlife for a moment because their singing sounds like angels. 

The medically inclined wash their hands like surgeons. 

Kind of germophobic?

They also go around tying surgeons knots in everything.

In the summer, they’re walking Banana Boat sunscreen & after-sun aloe lotion dispensers.

The medically inclined also have the world’s sh¡ttiest handwriting.

They have to work hard to fix it if it bothers them. 

Can check your vitals & run a blood test just by touching you.

A lot of them casually touch their loved ones (at least, the ones that aren’t in C7) every morning to check their vitals & see how their health’s doing.

They do it subconsciously every time they touch someone & don’t notice it until they pick up something’s wrong.

They can do this for themselves as well. Though it may not be as accurate? And they take daily vitamins depending on what they need.

Organize their lives via pill box (never lose an earring).

Fight surgically. Every blade in their hands becomes a scalpel, & every time they’re going in for a kill against an armed anthropomorphic monster, they slice the tendons in its arm required to grip its weapon to disable it before going in for the kill.

Back to C7, it’s got a little porch with a porch swing. The kids sit on it sometimes & teach people how to play instruments.

They leave the porch light on at night when they’re waiting for one of their siblings to come home from a quest.

Jumping into the depressing sh¡t, they never found Michael’s body, so they only presumed him dead. They leave the porch light on every night now, hoping he’ll come home.

Apollo kids are afraid of the dark. They use the buddy system after the sun goes down. 

The cabin’s central light fixture is a papier-mâché sun that’s been charmed to glow when someone sings 🎶 clap on 🎶 & stop glowing when someone sings 🎶 clap off. 🎶

The curtains are a gold fabric. They’re only closed at night. Because, again, C7 kids are afraid of the dark.

The Wikipedia says Apollo kids are cursed to be afraid of snakes (I assume by the Python Apollo killed). I feel like they’d burn a lot of aster leaves then. I read somewhere it was said by the Greeks to ward off evil spirits & snakes.

They play Go Fish with their tarot cards. They’re really good at tarot games.

Hand-drawn tarot decks featuring figures form Greek myth.

There’s a target on the back wall they practice throwing cards at. They can throw them in combat for a distraction with terrifying accuracy. 

There’s a Magic 8 ball that’s passed around on the Winter Solstice (the longest night of the year), when — as a headcanon I’m sure I’ve read somewhere has indicated — they’re up all night.

Crystal balls are allowed. However, they must be covered with a cloth or placed in a box when not in use because they’re double-convex lenses, & we don’t want another incident like the fire of 1993.

Sometimes, they make little predictions throughout the day other campers may find disturbing. Such as whipping around and catching a stray arrow without warning (spidey sense?). Or cutting you off when you’re talking about someone moments before they walk into the room.

There’s a tea cart in the corner. Because tea is good for healing & they’ve accumulated an addiction.

The cart has a radio on it that’s always on at night because a lot of C7 kids can’t sleep without noise. (Inspired by @sugarandspiceandkindanice.)

Most of the time, it’s on a nearby country station that actually plays good country at night. But sometimes they switch channels — especially when there’s a new kid settling in & they could use the comfort.

There’s a portable record player there too. The shelves under the cart are full of C.D.s & records.

I’m sure I’ve read a headcanon somewhere that they sing every morning while getting ready for the day. That’s true.

The number of times it’s been “When Will My Life Begin” from Tangled is disturbing, though. 

🎶 seven a.m., the usual morning lineup! 🎶

Luke said in The Lightning Thief C11 is up at 07:00 & breakfast is at 08:00, I think, but we all know Apollo’s waking his kids up when the sun rises. 

A lot of the time, someone will just start out with whatever song they have stuck in their head & everyone else will pick it up.

Sometimes, this leads to members having the aforementioned song stuck in their head for the rest of the day.

Even the people who aren’t musically inclined will sing along, as they’re usually drowned out by the music kids that get really into it.

So sometimes those not-music kids will find themselves singing by themselves during the day years later & are surprised to find — they actually sound good?? Or at least not bad??? And it’s because singing is a learned skill & they picked it up.

I’m sure I’ve also read a headcanon somewhere that they sing “Look Down” from Les Mis when they have to do menial chores, but I'm adding “It’s a Hard-Knock Life” from Annie, “Whistle While You Work” from Snow White, “Happy Working Song” from Enchanted, & the Smurf song.

They break into song all the time.

Lee was glaring at Tantalus once & made the mistake of saying, “Sometimes, I wish —” and the entire cabin broke out with “Bohemian Rhapsody.”

🎶 — i'd never been born at all! carry on, carry on… 🎶

As mentioned in at least The Lightning Thief & The Lost Hero, they spend a lot of time playing basketball. You can bet your butt they do a rendition of “Getcha Head in the Game” from High School Musical every time there’s a new camper passing by.

They have a sister named Jubilee, and every time someone greets her — "Hey, Jube!" — the entire cabin breaks into “Hey, Jude” by The Beetles.

🎶 hey, Jube! don't make it bad. take a sad song & make it better… 🎶

Sometimes, if there are two campers that really need to get together, C10′ll commission C7 to sing “Kiss the Girl” from The Little Mermaid (or the same song with different pronouns, obviously). 

It’s usually a capella unless someone happens to have an instrument on them.

Rickrolling. 

The “Macarena.” 

Apollo takes clandestine recordings of their jam sessions & distributes them professionally. Whatever money’s made goes directly into their college funds or they periodically find it under their pillow tooth-fairy-style.

There’s a lot of denim because the artistic members like to paint on the backs of jackets & the pockets of jeans.

A lot of them have excellent aim with most projectiles, so they toss stuff to each other a lot. This results in them being oddly in sync, so they can catch something from another sibling without warning & without looking like Sam & Dean Winchester do in Supernatural. 

Their life looks like a Dude Perfect trick shot video. 

It also results in some funny looks when they hurl things halfway across camp to each other. Namely, the whistling Nerf football. 

C7 is two stories. The second story has paint on every wall. 

The east wall upstairs has arrows mounted that got Robin Hooded along with a little tag with the name of the C7 kid & the date it happened.

They also have arrows mounted from the first bullseye if there’s a member being taught. 

Lots of musical instruments & art supplies up there.

There’s an old T.V. up there. They have all of Bob Ross’s show on V.H.S.

C7′s south wall (ground floor) holds the door to the bathroom on one side & a door leading to the stairs. 

It also hosts framed photos of Charlotte, Lee, & Michael.

Instead of saying “shoot,” they say “loose.” For everything. Instead of saying “Shoot!” when they drop something, they say “Loose!” 

It's kinda one of those things — like your friend starts saying something & you just integrate it into your vocabulary subconsciously.

They like to play a game where you shoot an arrow straight up & try to catch it as it comes back down.

That sounds really stupid on their part, but it actually comes in handy when someone tries to shoot them in combat & they catch the arrow, dumbfounding whoever's attempted to skewer them.

The cresting on their arrows is in Morse code of their nickname (·—— ·· ·—·· ·—··). They can take one look at an arrow & tell what’s whose.

And the paint color of the cresting tells them what kind of arrow it is — bullet tip, broadhead, explosive, etc. 

Every bunk in C7 is made with hospital corners. No exceptions. The kids who aren’t medically inclined learn because all the beds being made the same way makes it look cleaner for inspection.

I can’t decide if Apollo kids have really good eyesight so they fit the Hawkeye bill or if they’ve all just read — Apollo’s the god of knowledge — & painted so much they’ve messed up their eyes.

The number of times one of them has used bowstring wax on an art project in a rush instead of glue is hilariously large.

I use String Snot, and it comes in a container that looks like a glue stick.

A lot of them wear bracers all the time.

When the time it takes to sling one’s quiver onto one’s back, grab one’s bow, knock an arrow, & draw is so long, one really doesn’t have time to also strap on their bracers before rushing out of the cabin to threaten a giant bronze dragon.

Not to mention if they use a recurve, they’ll also have to string their bow.

And a number of them do use recurves due to the abilities to both knock multiple arrows at once & to restring in the field.

Bows with risers coated in golden, reflective paint & limbs painted with artistic strokes.

Trick arrows are their jam. C9 is constantly being asked for new arrows.

Explosive arrows, sonic arrows, grappling hook arrows…

That’s another saying they’ve all taken to: “___ is my jam!”

There’s a bookshelf or reference material on Apollo for new C7 kids (as Rick’s indicated), but the rest of the case is full of medical journals & textbooks & books on art & poetry & divining the future.

A lot — if not all — of them have either gold flecks in their eyes or central heterochromia.

Freckles across their noses & shoulders & on the tips of their ears. Tans. Sun-bleached hair. 

Long, nimble fingers perfect for playing musical instruments.

Either they hate the winter because the sun's out for less time (so you’ll find them walking around with blanched skin & faded freckles & with both a hoody & a parka on), or they’re perfectly fine with winter & are used by everyone around them as walking space heaters. 

They spend a lot of time with Castor & Pollux. 

Rachel sits at T7. She’s practically an Apollo kid at this point. 

While her cave was being renovated, she stayed in C7.

Their dad’s the god of truth; none of these M.F.s can lie worth a sh¡t. 

But, by the gods, they can tell when you’re lying.

And they take it as a personal insult. That you (A) would dare do something as immoral as lying in the first place & that you (B) would dare to insult their intelligence in such a way because you thought they couldn’t tell.

C6 & C7 are both known for reacting outrageously when their intelligence is insulted (see: chapter 10 of The Battle of the Labyrinth). 

The more civil of the reactions of a C7 kid being lied to is cursing the liar to tell the truth, which I believe they can. 

They can curse you to speak in rhyming couplets; they should be able to curse you to tell the truth.

You mean to tell me none of these kids have created a functioning Lasso of Truth yet?

This one's really long. 😅

A lot of people fancast Sam Claflin as Apollo, but I'm going with Ross Lynch. 'Cause I do what I want. 😎

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[cloveroctobers]

PLASTIC HEARTS — ALL

Synopsis: what the characters are like in the mornings since I’m currently writing this at midnight lol + I feel like ask memes are really underrated and they’re quick to write so I’m open to those too amongst the 100 of other things I have on my list/have yet to write (typical writing probs lol)

Jordan: I feel like with Jordan is either 50/50 with him. If he has to be up pertaining to football then he’s up and determined! it might take him like 2-5 mins more extra in bed to fully get up if his parents (more so billy) don’t drag him out of bed but he still manages to get up and function somehow. If he’s partying the night before then that’s a different story, he’s always hungover and feeling that shit the next morning so he’ll move super slow and will be late to class/grumpy as hell. He’s either happy and functioning well making sure he’s getting a meal regardless if he’s in a good mood in the morning or not cause the boy likes to EAT (just like Michael’s ass) + if there’s no food at the house best believe he’s cruising to a cafe to get him a meal before heading to boredom high—I mean Beverly

If he’s in a crap mood then he’s mean to everyone in his path. It’s best to leave him alone and let him sulk in his corner until he’s out of his grumpy mood which he does get out of...eventually after arguing with someone or snapping on them, taking a nap in the back of class, or after football practice.

Olivia: I’m squinting as I’m thinking this over. I don’t really think she’s a morning person? but she sets her alarm for herself and can get up in the morning without the help of her parents unlike Jordan lol. She is the type to set her alarm ten minutes before she actually has to get up so she can get extra time in the comfort of her bed. It takes the girl some time to get ready in the morning okay? Have you seen her hair? It takes time to get it right for how she wants it and she always says she should pick her outfits the night before but she always seems to get side tracked so that never happens which also takes up more of her time. Eventually she almost always makes it downstairs before Jordan does. They DON’T ride to school together, hardly, unless one of them has a issue with their car or something but they’re usually doing their own thing but have some sort of conversation in the morning over breakfast—trying to build the closeness of their relationship back

Liv likes to be on time if she can or just right on time, either or. And if things come up, then she’s a little anxious which she normally is until she’s meeting up with someone she can hold a conversation with. Half of the time there’s no need to be anxious? It’s just there and she hates it despite the lonerism she found herself in

Spencer: I think Spencer can be a light sleeper since he’s used to some sort of noise going on in his house. Plus his room is in the center of where the noise will take place. If it’s too quiet, like it usual was at the baker’s he finds it a little hard to sleep all the way? There has to be something going on for him to fully sleep like the light noise of tv? Or a sound machine. James said he was the same way as a baby, always alert. So when he wakes up in the morning, he always lets out a soft sigh closing his eyes letting the alarm go off for a few more seconds before he smacking it off. He has to get in the shower to fully wake him up tho. If he doesn’t take a shower in the morning then he’s not fully up and if he doesn’t take a shower at night, he knows he’s not going to sleep well either.

If he has to walk Dillon to school, then he doesn’t mind being late. Now that Dillon is getting older he doesn’t mind walking on his own or with a friend or two but being the protector that Spencer is, he’s going to try his best to make time for Dillon no matter what and the boy secretly appreciates it but understands now if it can’t be all the time. Spencer doesn’t have his license so he’s either catching the bus (if he was still going to Beverly, Jordan or Liv would scoop him up ofc) or speed walking to school which he seems to make just in time?? Always.

Layla: I always view her as someone so chipper. She IS a morning person (unless the depression is hitting her hard, some of us have those days) and usually has it together. She’s a big planner and if she doesn’t continue with being a producer like her dad in the future, I can see her being a event planner big time. Anyways she’s usually very organized, outfits steamed and hung up for the week, weekly calendars and reminders in her phone. Alarm’s set since she’s the only one in the house and only has herself to depend on. I feel she does take a lot on her plate for a teenager so she tries her best to follow a routine/schedule most of the time. Wake up. Stretch. Slippers. Robe. She does not check her phone until after she is done taking care of herself! Brush teeth. Shower. Skincare. Get dressed. Does hair. Checks phone on her way downstairs to breakfast. Layla is a açaí bowl or oatmeal kinda girl, fight amongst yourselves. I see it. I manifest it. She always has to have her hands in something and when it comes to breakfast and baking, you can count on her to always make something. It became something she loved since her mom and her always did that together. And she often likes taking the long way to school and the long way back home.

Asher: not a morning person. Never on time unless it’s for football on Saturday mornings. he’s a cereal kinda guy since his dad can’t afford a professional chef anymore. His favorite cereal is probably Rice Krispies with strawberries and wh*le milk or cashew milk if he remembers to buy it from the grocery app. I feel like he would eventually have to get a job his senior year since it’s kind of a struggle with his dad settling into his new job. It’s a big adjustment with his parents divorced and although his mom still slips him money when he see’s her every other weekend, he’s more tired than he ever was before. He’s used to sleeping in cars if he’s not in a king sized bed but can pretty much sleep everywhere. He can sleep through anything and always has multiple loud ass alarms to wake him up since his dad is either gone before he wakes up like before or just about to leave for his new job. He never bothers to wake him anyways. Asher is a grumpy grouch in the mornings and is addicted to ice coffees and loves a good pastry if he can’t have himself some cereal in the morning.

He’s also annoyed if he doesn’t get his cartoon’s in too before school. Don’t bother him until mid-morning, early afternoon if you know what’s good for you.

Coop: if she’s something else when she’s angry what do you think she’s like in the mornings? Annoying either way? Probably lmao. She’s probably a talker in the morning expressing some wild ass dream she had or either how she had a sucky night and couldn’t sleep properly so she was up writing a new song or something. Since she’s dropping out of school, her mornings could probably start later around 11am? Unless her mother is still home and making her get out of bed to run errands with her or clean the house while she’s gone for the day? Either way she’s probably dancing, talking your head off, blasting music as she gets ready, or browsing Twitter as her form of “morning news”

Chris: I get night owl vibes from Chris. Which is more difficult to do in high school, whew! He has to use melatonin spray or cream to help him knock out and if it fully doesn’t help, he’s dragging the next morning once he fully crashes. Sometimes it can be a good morning or it can be a sucky one. Due to his injury, he gets occasional pain in his joints which he keeps a secret from mostly everyone from his team since they were only described as spasms from his doctor. He deals with it even if it freaks him out from time to time. If it’s a sucky morning, he has to wake himself up with a splash of water to the face and then tending to the pain in his joints before carrying on about his day.

I do think he’s on his phone a lot. Before bed, actually watching soothing videos to help him knock out—don’t tell anybody that and then checking his phone again when he wakes up. Which is apparently unhealthy for the mind but hey with technology continuing to take over, what can you do?

Patience: the girl doesn’t care if she’s late or early. All that matters is trying to get through the day. She’s not crazy about getting up early to sit in 7-8 classes a day but if she’s got to do it, then she’s going to take her time. She wasn’t named “Patience” for no reason okay? When it comes to her appearance, she’s going to make sure she puts in the effort because if she looks good then she feels good and can go about her day. Most of the time she takes a quick breakfast with her on her bus ride to school (thanks to her hair not doing what she wanted it to) and then if there’s time heads to the cafeteria to get whatever they’re serving for breakfast there. At least that’s better than the lunch they serve there.

JJ: total morning person! Or if he’s not? You can never tell. The guys always in the best mood. Even if he was out partying and doing too much the night before, the dude is never hungover. Everyone wants to know his secret. And when he tells them, they don’t believe it. He’s usually a slob of a eater but he also knows how to take care of his body and all about his protein shakes and juicing. He definitely has a meal plan that he takes the time to post on his Instagram stories. The guy loves Instagram and is always posting there. If you need positive words of affirmations, JJ is your guy. Check his stories or if you run into him in person he’s all hugs and uplifting you to get through the day. He’s the guy you need around if you need it. If you don’t want to be bothered? Make sure he doesn’t see you and keep your distance because he will tackle you down and turn into DJ Khaled on your ass.

Simone: she hates mornings and thinks it’s cruel to be up five days of the week for. If she physically feels like she can’t get up due to intense studying or up binge watching real housewives or whatever, she knows it the night before and puts her plan into motion the next morning. Her parents are usually always on her ass, especially her mom so it takes a lot of persuading to let her stay home. And it still doesn’t feel like a free day because her mom is checking up on her every hour on the dot from work. She makes it feel like Simone should have just went to school. If the answer is, “there’s nothing wrong with you, you’re going.” Then Simone is definitely in a sour mood. Her dad almost always drives her to school and she checks up on her son every day through socials if she doesn’t message his second mother. Simone’s also not much of a breakfast person but if her dad is making her eat they’re stopping somewhere before he drops her off or encouraging her to take some of whatever dish he made before they leave.

Now? If there’s something on her mind? Then she’s active and stressing over it before she’s talking to someone about it. She’s out getting a light jog on around her gated neighborhood (she’s getting her fitness game back up after deciding to take tennis seriously again) before showering and getting back into bed for at least thirty minutes to forty five before she has to be up for school. Worries erased for now.

Darnell: is a morning person even if he grumbles that he doesn’t care for it. He’s a sunset kinda guy not a sunrise. It’s not much of a issue for him to get up and start the day with a long exaggerated sigh. He’s not as talkative but get something in his belly and he’s bringing up some interesting facts or news about what’s going on with certain celebrities he keeps up with. I also feel like he knows how to cook and breakfast isn’t his speciality but lunch foods are? Grits, eggs, bacon, and jam on toast is his fav thing to eat for breakfast with apple juice. That’s right, apple juice over orange juice no matter what Spence and dil have to say.

His version of appetizers (which are too big of portions but to each their own) are his go to make for lunch. For breakfast if he can’t have his fav meal in the late morning, he always eats light since he says his stomach is too sensitive in the mornings which has been proven to be true...The James’ can vouch for that

Kia: again 50/50. Depends on her night. She’s also someone who is very active in clubs so it all depends when she gets home and how fast she can get things done at home before she can crash. Sometimes she takes a lot on as well but she thrives off it? It makes her feel productive but she also knows how to balance and have free time when she wants to. Her breakfast always consists of fruit, she loves her fruit. And even if she finds herself running late then she quickly adjusts and cuts out what needs to be cut out of her morning routine and get where she needs to be making herself have the time. Which can be good or bad, depends on how you look at it. Kia is great at handling whatever is thrown at her it seems!

Vanessa: Morning person after she’s fully awake lol. Hates how she looks in the morning, thinks her face is too puffy and definitely uses a jade roller no matter what to help. Her mom is always on her ass + she’s a coach so just imagine that on top while struggling to get up. However once she’s settled, she gets this burst of energy—coach montes believes it’s “the vitamins” and “always eating properly” but the small girl always seemed to get random bursts of energy throughout the day no matter the circumstance. loves a food bagel or pastry for breakfast with orange juice or water, either is fine. She especially loves sunny mornings in California, it just makes her feel better—as it should. She even thanks the sun when it greets her face. Which is something she used to do as a kid too.

Fin.

A/N: I apologize for any typos in advance. It’s now 2am, phones about to die and it’s surely time to crash. Goodnight/morning wherever you are in the world and I’ll fix what needs to be fixed later lol. Feel free to send me ask memes for this week if you want when I do have the energy to write. Toodles!

[missmis]

I’ve been having a lot of heated debates recently over which actors are the best in certain roles, so I thought long and hard about my ideal Les Mis cast.

For some roles, I have several actors (mainly Enjolras, because every guy who’s ever played him seems to be gorgeous). For some roles, there is only one person who just IS that character to me.

Now without further ado, here we go:

Jean Valjean: Alfie Boe, always. He perfectly conveys Valjean’s transition from angry convict to noble and almost saintly, plus his voice still gives me chills every time. I could write an entire post exclusively on the sheer perfection of his high note at the end of “Bring Him Home”, but that is a subject for another day. Honourable mention: John Owen-Jones because his voice is incredible, too-but he overdoes it on the anger sometimes.

Javert: ooh, that’s a tough one. I’d say it’s probably a tie between Earl Carpenter (who has the warmest and most powerful baritone ever) and Norm Lewis, who does the cold-hearted arrogance perfectly. Honourable mention: Richard Woodford, who used to be Grantaire and Javert’s understudy ages ago. Most people probably won’t know him, but he is honestly amazing- and a lovely guy.

Fantine: Carrie Hope Fletcher. Her voice can be powerful or soft as needed and she really captures Fantine’s pain. Honourable mention: Lea Salonga, whose voice is also gorgeous, but whose acting I find a little exaggerated sometimes.

Éponine: Samantha Barks will always be the one true Éponine for me. Her voice is incredible, she looks right (because in my head, Éponine is always dark-haired) and she portrays the whole unrequited love thing to perfection. And yes, I may possibly have a tiny crush on her... Or a big one.

Cosette: Honestly, Cosette always annoyed the heck out of me until I discovered Lily Kerhoas. She’s completely lovestruck-as the character should be- but she manages to turn Cosette into an actual person and not just a one-dimensional teenager who was put in to make all the guys look better. And that is honestly a huge accomplishment. Honourable mention: Amanda Seyfried, although her incredibly high soprano is a bit too much for my ears.

Marius: I loved Eddie Redmayne’s portrayal in the film version. His general adorable shyness steals my heart every time. I also love Rob Houchen, who has a gorgeous voice and who captures the innocence of the character. And Gareth Gates does hands down the best version of “A Little Fall of Rain” I’ve ever seen, because he actually seems to care that Éponine just died, unlike many other actors who’ve played this role.

Enjolras: As I said, there are so many amazing people who have played him. But if I had to choose one, it’d probably be Bradley Jaden (and no, I’m not just saying that because his man bun is a blessing to this fandom). I love his passion and the sheer power he brings to the character. Aaron Tveit is also up there with my favourites-he may not be the greatest singer, but he looks exactly like Book Enjolras and he gets that coldness and indifference-especially towards poor Grantaire- just right. Then there’s Killian Donnelly whose Irish accent I absolutely adore. Oh and lastly, Ramin Karimloo, of course-he may not look like your classical Enjolras, but the light of rebellion is ablaze in his eyes :)

Monsieur Thénardier: the one and only, the inimitable Matt Lucas. He is simply hilarious, which is actually kind of an ethical issue, because he almost makes me like Monsieur T. And every time someone says “Cosette”, I now hear “Courgette” in my head, which is entirely his fault.

Madame Thénardier: Katy Secombe. She’s mean, she’s funny, she’s brash, her facial expressions are everything and her voice can knock you off your feet. Especially great in combination with Matt Lucas. Honestly, I’d pay to see these two do stand-up comedy together.

Gavroche: Also a tough one. My favourite is probably Daniel Huttlestone in the film, just because he’s so adorable I want to adopt him. I also love Robert Madge’s mischievous and cocky Gavroche in the 25th and recently, Logan Clark, whose antics give me life.

Grantaire: He’s my favourite character, so I’m kind of picky about who plays him. Only two guys have found mercy before my eyes. One: George Blagden, whose pining for Enjolras was the only thing that kept me watching the film. I will never stop being pissed that they cut his solo in “Drink With Me”. Two: Keith Anthony Higham. He has the richest voice ever and he just gets Grantaire-the cynicism, the drama and the unrequited love thing. If you haven’t already, watch his 2008 version of “Drink With Me” with David Thaxton. Thank me later.

Courfeyrac: Fra Fee- I love his passion and his friendship with Gavroche in the film. Plus, he has a beautiful voice. Also the guy from the 2019 staged concert- I believe his name is Michael Sheehy, but I could be wrong. He is honestly hilarious.

Combeferre: Killian Donnelly. He gets the whole slightly-exasperated-by-all-of-these-irresponsible-idiots professorial vibe. And he has a very powerful voice.

Feuilly: Matthew Gent because of his lovely soft singing and his funny-as-hell facial expressions.

Joly: Jamie Muscato, who is just such an adorable goofball.

Bossuet/Lesgles/Laigle/the dude with a hundred different names: I don’t know the guy’s name, but he’s in the 25th. Firstly, because he’s actually bald and thus, about ten times more accurate than most other portrayals and secondly, because his voice is warm and soft and it’s actually a shame he hasn’t got more lines to sing.

Bahorel: Again, the dude from the movie- Iwan Lewis, I think he’s called. Just the right amount of recklessness.

Jehan Prouvaire: I haven’t really found anyone I like in this role yet. I’m not that big a fan of Alistair Brammer for some reason, so if someone could help me out here, I’d be grateful.

The Bishop: Also Earl Carpenter, because his voice is-for lack of a better description-like a nice, warm blanket. And I like Colm Wilkinson in this role, too.

I hope I haven’t missed any characters. If I have, please do point them out to me. I hope you’ve enjoyed my analysis- I tried to make it about more than just “Oh, I like this person because they’re hot”. Feel free to share your own opinions and remember: these are just my subjective ones.

[preciouslittletoonette]

“Your Daddy”

A self-indulgent Mickey Mouse fic that I just wrote on a whim. Based on a headcanon I made several months ago

//

1928

“ LES CLARK! GET IN HERE, NOW”

It has been a.... bizarre three years working for Walt Disney.

Back in 1925, when Les first joined Walt, he was truly expecting a temporary job, possibly washing cels and doing a couple drawings here and there. But what once was thought to be a temporary job turned into three years honing his craft under the careful mentorship and friendship of the great Ub Iwerks, someone Les heavily admired.

But that was not the bizarre part.

The bizarre part came in the form... of Julius the Cat.

When Les entered the studio on his very first day, the toon barreled straight into his gut in excitement at the prospect of meeting someone new. Les, not expecting the greeting, barely caught the doorframe in time to stop himself from falling from the sheer force that was Julius.

Rather than amusement from his new coworkers, he was met with sympathy. Making him realise that this was, indeed, a normal occurrence.

The only one who had looked mildly amused was Walt, who sent Les a sheepish smile as he (rather gently) pried Julius off of him and settled the toon against his hip.

“ Heh, sorry about that Les. Julius here gets rather excited at the prospect of newcomers”, he said motioning to the cat, who was cuddling up to Walt’s side.

Les had accepted the apology and was soon introduced to Ub, who after the introduction immediately moved to scold Julius, who looked sheepish and nervous under Ub’s gaze. The entire interaction between Julius and the two men confused Les until two words came out of the cat toon’s mouth.

“ Sorry Papa”

While he looked nonchalant on the outside, the words had hit Les like a freight train on the inside. 

And thus began Les’ journey into the bizarre absurdity that was the Animation Industry.

Working under Disney led to Les learning a plethora of things, and some of them had less to do with actual animation and more to do with the toons. Sometimes while Ub was teaching him, the man would throw in advice on caring for toons. Any question Les had, Ub would answer and the man was incredibly blunt with his explanations.

“ So you’re Julius’ father?”

“ Yes”

“....But he calls Walt ‘Dad’”

“ It’s co-parenting”

And some answers were... weirder than others.

“ What do toons eat?”

“ Everything we eat and a little more”

“ What?”

“ Julius once ate an entire an entire paint can, filled with paint. Nearly sent me and Walt to an early grave, the little bugger. He didn’t get sick or anything, oddly enough he looked a lil’ healthier after that...”

“... So you let him eat paint now or-”

“ God lord no! We’re not taking chances in case he actually gets poisoned someday”

“ Oh”

“ Another tip, don’t ever let your toon eat erasers. That stuff will make them sick”

“....Noted”

Though it suffices to say, the years leading up to 1928 was an experience Les would never forget.

It was currently well past 11PM when Les entered Walt’s home, Lillian letting him in and calling for Walt, who was in his office, who then called Les to get to his office.

Les peeked inside to see Walt pacing from one side of the room to another. Sitting on a chair in the corner was Ub, holding something close to his chest as he tried to not doze off.

Both Ub and Walt looked like they haven’t slept in days.

Les lightly knocked on the door, announcing his presence.

Walt ceased his pacing,” Ah there you are, Les. Thanks for coming over”.

“ Well it sounded urgent. Couldn’t leave you two hangin’. What happened?”, Les asked concerned

“ We did it”, Walt sighed as he ran a hand down his tired face before looking to what Ub was holding.

Les’ eyes widened when the realisation of what had happened, finally noticing that what Ub was holding was definitely moving and shifting in the sleep-deprived man’s arms. Ub, noticing the attention from the standing men, shifted the being in his arms until Les could properly see him. In his mentor’s arms...

... was a sleepy small toon mouse.

“ When did you-?”

“ An hour ago”, Walt answered,” We made him an hour ago- but that’s not the point of you being here. Wait right here, I’ll be back”, with that said, Walt left the room to go further into the darkness of the house.

Les made his way over to his mentor’s side, dragging another chair closer to him and sat close by.

“ You okay, Ub?”, Les asked concerned.

“ I’m good”, Ub replied looking down on the toon in his arms,” Walt called me out of work to do this”, he moaned tiredly.

“ You were working?”, Les questioned.

“ I had extra work to do for Mintz because of planning with Walt”, Ub explained.

Les was well aware his mentor was working on things for Walt even while he continued to work for Universal. Ub was providing the money they needed to get the studio running while Walt and Roy went out, looking for new distributers after Winkler Pictures and Universal betrayed them.... and took Oswald away from them.

It was tragic watching everything unfold after Walt and Roy returned from their meeting with Mintz. After everyone just upped and left, leaving the four of them behind. Ub was in a fit of rage when he found out and what happened after that was the loudest, most rage-filled argument Les had ever heard between Walt and Ub. It had gone on for nearly a hour before things quieted down. But they didn’t leave the room they were in immediately, they were in there for a few minutes before finally coming out, eyes bloodshot and puffy despite vehement denies that they were crying. But it was clear as day that they were deeply hurt.

Les hoped to never ever have to go through what they went through.

“ What’s his name?”, Les inquired.

“ Michael Theodore Mouse. Mickey Mouse”, Ub stated with a nod,” It was Lillian’s suggestion after hearing Walt’s original name for him”.

“ And that was...?”

“ Mortimer”, Ub gagged.

Les snorted when he heard the name,” Bless Miss Lillian for stepping up where Walt failed in the naming department”, he joked humorously.

“ Amen to that”, Ub said with a short laugh as he looked down on the toon,” Hear that, Mickey. Your dad was going to name you Mortimer. What an unusual unneeded punishment, eh buddy”, he continued as Mickey smiled at Ub with sleepy eyes.

“ He’s very cute”, Les commented with a smile.

“ Of course he’s cute. I designed him after all”, Ub quipped with a smirk.

Les chuckled,” Of course”.

Ub smiled before looking down to Mickey again, this time his eyes filled with sadness. Les noticed this.

“ Thinking about Oswald again?”, Les asked.

“ Yeah. It’s just..... it’s been weeks since Mintz took him away and I haven’t seen him around the studio even while I was working. I’m worried about him and Julius”, Ub admitted,”.... I initially really didn’t want to do this”.

Les raised a brow,” What changed your mind?”.

“ Walt”, Ub said plainly,” We’ve been runnin’ around this for weeks now- well I was. You probably overheard me and Walt talking about this one night at the studio”.

Les nodded. He had overheard the conversation between Walt and Ub one evening when they were doing checks on the Hyperion studio. A mere two weeks before the current moment, Les recalled. It was far from an argument but there was definitely a disagreement. Ub wanted to wait a bit longer before creating another toon but Walt wanted it done sooner rather than later. The man even had a rough idea sketched out after seeing a mouse on the train  heading back to Burbank, Ub just had to create a proper design and then bring it to life. But to Ub it was moe complicated than that.

The man was exhausted, not just from overworking but from the very fact he had not JUST lost Oswald, but also Julius as well. And the guilt and sadness was eating him up from the inside. He was still wounded by the loss and Walt was not letting it heal like it was supposed to.

Not to say Walt wasn’t also facing his own major problems. He was also NOT coping well with losing Julius and Oswald (the latter especially) and his temper was much more explosive than usual from Les’ perspective. He threw himself into his work, dragging Roy everywhere to every film distribution company in the Los Angeles county. Heck, Les wagered Walt’s desperation might even have him go look for distributors in New York. And the man was constantly stressed out and judging by what Walt looked like earlier, even sleep deprived from working this much to avoid his own thoughts to grieve. You could say his desperation and grief was blinding him to his friend’s own grief.

 Les winced at the thought, silently pitying his seniors.

Ub continued on speaking,” Distributors want to see the stars nowadays and not just concept art. They want to see and meet the toon and as charismatic as Walt is, he can’t convince them to wait any longer. So I bit the bullet tonight”, he explained, shifting Mickey as the toon squirmed a little in his arms,” But I’m don’t regret this. I feel a lil’ better after making lil Michael here. He’s just too darn active for me to ignore, isn’t that right buddy”, he said addressing Mickey, who was about ready to fall asleep again.

Les smiled at the sight of the toon,” Well I’m sure this one right here’s gonna be the one to boost us to success”, he said.

“ You think so?”, Ub inquired with a grin.

“ O ‘Course! After all, who could resist this cute little face?”, Les cooed at Mickey before turning to Ub,” AND you and Walt have already raised some pretty big stars. No doubt this little one will follow suit with his brothers”, he proclaimed confidently,” You two are gonna great dads.... again”, he joked lightly.

Ub chuckled,” And I’m sure you’ll be a fantastic dad too, Les”, he stated light-heartedly.

Les frowned, about to ask Ub what he meant before Walt peeked in, having returned from where he went off to.

“ Hey, sorry for the delay, she crawled out of the basket and I had to find her”, Walt explained nervously with a chuckle.

Les raised a brow at the mention of a her but Ub spoke up before he could ask

“ It’s fine. We were distracted with talking anyway. Bring her in already so Les can meet her”

Les was highly confused for a second before registering another toon mouse in Walt’s arms that was quickly transferred to his lap in seconds.

“ Les, meet Minnie, Minnie, this is Les Clark-”, and the next words will forever imprint itself in Les’ mind-

“ -Your Daddy”

“ Wait what?!”

[notbecauseofvictories]

Hi Sarah! My friend and I are starting a bookclub (as much as you can with two people who aren't pressed for deadlines) and I was wondering if you have any recommendations? (That is if you have time to rec anything!) We're starting off with Deathless and have Fitzgerald next in line somewhere but I def want to try to expand the genres we read and tbh from years of following you, I trust your judgement

I don’t...like giving recommendations? At least not directly, it seems like too much opportunity for getting it wrong. Everybody has their own tastes, after all, and even the best of friends don’t necessarily vibe with what you vibe with. (I’ve experienced this with multiple friends, so I know what I’m talking about.) Truly, one of the reasons that my whole “I’m going to get back into reading for pleasure!” push has been so successful is that I only bother with books that interest me, and stop reading when they fail to catch my attention.

But I’ve now read at least 60 books in 2020, which is approximately 60 more than I’ve read in the years prior, so I’m happy to share that. Below is my list of recent reads, beginning to end, along with a very short review---I keep this list in the notes app on my phone, so they have to be. Where I’ve talked about a book in a post, I’ve tried to link to it. 

Peruse, and if something catches your interest I hope you enjoy!

2020 Reading List

Crazy Rich Asians series, Kevin Kwan (here)

Blackwater, Michael McDowell (here; pulpy horror and southern gothic in one novel; come for the monster but stay for the family drama.)

Fire and Hemlock, Diane Wynne Jones (here; weird and thoughtful, in ways I’m still thinking about)

The Secret History, Donna Tartt

Gone Girl, Gillian Flynn (here; loved it! I can see why people glommed onto it)

Swamplandia!, Karen Russell (unfinished, I could not get past the first paragraph; just....no.)

Rules of Scoundrels series, Sarah MacLean (an enjoyable romp through classic romancelandia, though if you read through 4 back to back you realize that MacLean really only writes 1 type of relationship and 1 type of sexual encounter, though I do appreciate insisting that the hero go down first.)

The Bear and the Nightingale, Katherine Arden (here)

Dread Nation, Justine Ireland (great, put it with Stealing Thunder in terms of fun YA fantasy that makes everything less white and Eurocentric)

The Haunting of Hill House, Shirley Jackson (VERY good. haunting good.)

Tell My Horse, Zora Neale Hurston (I read an interesting critique of Hurston that said she stripped a lot of the radicalism out of black stories - these might be an example, or counterexample. I haven't decided yet.)

The Rose MacGregor Drinking and Admiration Society, T. Kingfisher (fun!)

St. Lucy’s Home for Girls Raised by Wolves, Karen Russell (some of these short stories are wonderful; however, Swamplandia's inspiration is still unreadable, which is wild.)

17776, Jon Bois (made me cry. deeply human. A triumph of internet storytelling)

The Girl with All the Gifts, M. R. Carey (deeply enjoyable. the ending is a bittersweet kick in the teeth, and I really enjoyed the adults' relationships)

The Door in the Hedge and Other Stories, Robin McKinley (enjoyable, but never really resolved into anything.)

The Hero and the Crown, Robin McKinley (fun, but feels very early fantasy - or maybe I've just read too many of the subsequent knock-offs.)

Mrs. Caliban, Rachel Ingalls (weird little pulp novel.)

All Systems Red, Martha Wells (enjoyable, but I don't get the hype. won't be looking into the series unless opportunity arises.)

A People's History of Chicago, Kevin Coval (made me cry. bought a copy. am still thinking about it.)

The Sol Majestic, Ferrett Steinmetz (charming, a sf novel mostly about fine dining)

House in the Cerulean Sea, TJ Klune (immensely enjoyable read, for all it feels like fic with the serial numbers filed off)

The Au Pair, Emma Rous (not bad, but felt like it wanted to be more than it is)

The Night Tiger, Yangsze Choo (preferred this to Ghost Bride; I enjoy a well-crafted mystery novel and this delivered)

The Left Hand of Darkness, Ursula Le Guin (unfinished, I cannot fucking get into Le Guin and should really stop trying)

The Ghost Bride, Yangsze Choo (enjoyable, but not nearly as fun as Ghost Bride - the romance felt very disjointed, and could have used another round of editing)

Temptation's Darling, Johanna Lindsey (pure, unadulterated id in a romance novel, complete with a girl dressing as a boy to avoid detection)

Social Creature, Tara Isabella Burton (a strange, dark psychological portrait; really made a mark even though I can't quite put my finger on why)

The Girl on the Train, Paula Hawkins (slow at first, but picks up halfway through and builds nicely; a whiff of Gone Girl with the staggered perspectives building together)

Stealing Thunder, Alina Boyden (fun Tortall vibes, but set in Mughal India)

The Traitor Baru Cormorant; The Monster Baru Commorant, The Tyrant Baru Cormorant, Seth Dickinson (LOVE this, so much misery, terrible, ecstatic; more here)

This Is How You Lose the Time War, Amal El-Mohtar, Max Gladstone (epistolary love poetry, vicious and lovely; more here)

The Elementals, Michael McDowell

Gideon the Ninth, Tamsyn Muir (didn't like this one as much as I thought I would; narrator's contemporary voice was so jarring against the stylized world and action sequences read like the novelization for a video game; more here)

Finna, Nino Cipri (a fun little romp through interdimensional Ikea, if on the lighter side)

Magic for Liars, Sarah Gailey (engrossing, even if I could see every plot twist coming from a mile away)

Desdemona and the Deep, C. S. E. Cooney (enjoyed the weirdness & the fae bits, but very light fare)

A Blink of the Screen, Terry Pratchett (admittedly just read this for the Discworld bits)

A Memory Called Empire, Arkady Martine (not as good about politics and colonialism as Baru, but still a powerful book about The Empire, and EXTREMELY cool worldbuilding that manages to be wholly alien and yet never heavily expositional)

Blackfish City, Sam J. Miller (see my post)

Last Werewolf, Glen Duncan (didn't finish, got to to first explicit sex scene and couldn't get any further)

Prosper's Demon, KJ Parker (didn't work for me...felt like a short story that wanted to be fleshed out into a novel)

The Secret Garden, Frances Hodgson Burnett

His Majesty's Dragon, Naomi Novik (extremely fun, even for a reader who doesn't much like Napoleonic stories)

Three Parts Dead, Max Gladstone (fun romp - hard to believe that this is the same author as Time War though you can see glimmers of it in the imagery here)

A Scot in the Dark, Sarah MacLean (palette cleanser, she does write a good romance novel even it's basically the same romance novel over and over)

The Resurrectionist, E. B. Hudspeth (borrowed it on a whim one night, kept feeling like there was something I was supposed to /get/ about it, but never did - though I liked the Mutter Museum parallels)

Stories of Your Life and Others, Ted Chiang (he's a better ideas guy than a writer, though Hell Is The Absence of God made my skin prickle all over)

Gods of Jade and Shadow, Silvia Moreno-Garcia (fun, very much a throwback to my YA days of fairytale retellings, though obviously less European)

Four Roads Cross, Max Gladstone (it turns out I was a LOT more fond of Tara than I initially realized - plus this book had a good Pratchett-esque pacing and reliance on characterization)

Get in Trouble, Kelly Link (reading this after the Chiang was instructive - Link is such a better storyteller, better at prioritizing the human over the concept)

Gods Behaving Badly, Marie Phillips

Soulless; Changeless; Blameless, all by Gail Carriger (this series is basically a romance novel with some fantasy plot thrown in for fun; extremely charming and funny)

Black Leopard, Red Wolf, Marlon James (got about 1/3 of the way through and had to wave the white flag; will try again because I like the plot and the worldbuilding; the tone is just so hard to get through)

Pew, Catherine Lacey (a strange book, I'm still thinking about it; a good Southern book, though)

Nuremberg Diary, GM Gilbert (it took me two months to finish, and was worth it)

River of Teeth, Sarah Gailey (I wanted to like this one a lot more than I actually did; would have made a terrific movie but ultimately was not a great novel. Preferred Magic for Liars.)

Mexican Gothic, Silvia Moreno-Garcia (extremely fun, though more trippy than Gods and the plot didn't work as well for me - though it was very original)

The New Voices of Fantasy, Peter S. Beagle (collected anthology, with some favorites I've read before Ursula Vernon's "Jackalope Wives", "Hungry Daughters of Starving Mothers" "The Husband Stitch"; others that were great new finds "Selkie Stories are for Losers" from Sofia Satamar and "A Kiss With Teeth" from Max Gladstone and "The Philosophers" from Adam Ehrlich Sachs)

[thegoodomensdumpster]

I WATCHED GOOD OMENS IN FRENCH SO YOU DON’T HAVE TO

and it wasn’t that bad. Here are my thoughts, barely edited as I wrote most of them while watching the show.

EP 1

OK i like god’s voice so far

possibilité d’embarras gastrique is a good formulation, I wonder if it’s the same in the book ( I think I kinda need to read it in french now...)

aghghdhgs « primo-délinquants »

of course subtitles don’t match the audio for a variety of technical reasons but when you get things that have very different underlying meanings i find it… not good This one about Crowley being evil / a demon : subtitles : « c’est ton travail » - « it’s your job » audio : « c’est dans ta nature » - « it’s in your nature » i mean dang

crowley sounds like a little shit asking az about his sword

« T’AS FAIT QUOUA » - he just loses his shit (kinda giving me some le coeur a ses raisons vibe)

ok crowley sounds very nerdy when he tries to explain that he took down the phone network, i think i actually like this voice acting

ligur sounds… very suave (im a little ill at ease)

crowley getting called mon chou by satan freddie mercury is a thumb up from me

i see the part where aziraphale speaks japanese wasn’t dubbed over and we can still hear michael sheen. it’s a bit disturbing considering french aziraphale has a higher pitched voice (and he sounds soooo much more anxious than sheen, give this angel a xanax )

“sandwich bœuf cresson” ( beef and cress sandwich ) deirdre really who makes this kind of sandwiches

im being reminded that the chattering nuns prepared little cut outs for their explanation about the antichrist switch… such dedication to useless crafts (it made me laugh on my first viewing and it’s still funny to imagine that some of them either ordered or built these things themselves just so they could make this two minutes long presentation for the most important act of their satanic nun careers)

retire-toi vil démon infernal, créature des abysses XD i swear az doesn’t sound even remotely convinced when he is saying the « get thee behind me foul fiend » line in french, it’s just too over the top for credibility, it sounds like it’s straight out of some super intense dnd session

they still can’t say bouillabaisse (which, like, weird because french, but still valid). nice touch is crowley couldn’t say soupe de poisson (fish stew) either and said poupe de soisson (sish ftew)

warlock mah boy how can you be a teenager and not like dinosaurs

c’est un dinosaure un nullosaure plutôt - apply burn heal

La façon dont warlock s’est exclamé « C’EST NUL » m’a fait penser au nain de naheulbeuk

the english version has nothing on french speaking aziraphale for the second hand embarrassement during the magic tour. it’s over 9000 i literally hid my head in my jumper when he was presenting harry the bunny. Horrible experience, 0/20, would not recommend

EP 2

oooh agnes has a lovely voice !

why is young newton having such a quality dub for the three sentences he has to say

dick turpin’s name is jesse james (tbf dick turpin is not known AT ALL in france, i discovered him reading good omens)

shadwell is pure chaos (as expected). No particular accent for him though, the chaotic energy was probably enough. Would have made me laugh if he had like, a chti or a marseilles accent.

aziraphale is so fucking stressed out by crowley’s driving i thought he was gonna explode

« tu es un gentil garçon » => « you’re a nice boy » said az to crowley DANG THAT’S SO INFANTILIZING AZIRAPHALE YOU’RE TALKING TO A DEMON FROM HELL NOT TO PINOCCHIO

ARGH FIRST MON ANGE OF THE SERIES i’m hit straight in the heart

anathema’s mom doesn’t have a spanish / latino accent at all when talking in spanish…. why...

dog being called toutou is definitely adorable (it’s basically « doggy » but way cuter imo)

tickety-boo has become ça gaze. that’s valid. it’s corny but i still use it unironically from time to time so ... i stan

EP 3

« je répands la fomentation » « i’m here spreading foment » « quoi tu fais des crêpes au froment ?????? »  « what you’re making crêpes with wheat ??? » love the fact that we shoehorned in one more ref to crêpes

az called crowley mon cher camarade, unintentionnal communist propaganda ftw

« pas de repos pour les… bah, pour les bons » « no rest for the… good »  – az was so deflated about the ineptitude he realized he was saying, he felt zero percent commited to his sentence

i was wondering how they would play aziraphale not being able to speak french in the bastille and they opted to have him stutter a bit and say to his executionner « excuse me i’m anxious » XD

« vous êtes le 999e aristo à mourir par mes soins. Mais vous êtes le premier en costume beige » « you’re the 999th aristocrat I’m going to kill, but the first one in beige attire » yeah i guess now that az isn’t english anymore his most noticeable feature is his cream aesthetic

« c’est au cas où ça tournerait en eau de boudin » « j’ADORE le boudin » => « in case it all goes pear shape » - the literal translation featuring food in french is « turning into black sausage water ». I don’t know what pear shaped inspires to english native speakers but the mere mention of boudin always make me giggle, it’s such a funny word and such a funny food

OH !!! no terrence rampa for the tv series, we’ve got anthony J. rampa. Rip terrence petit démon parti trop tôt :’(

« tu roules trop vite pour moi rampa » SERIOUSLY i know we can still infer « rouler » (here as in driving, but literally rolling) as a metaphor for their relationship but you could have said TU VAS TROP VITE that would have been so much better argh

has anathema got an emergency stock of potteries to break in case of emotionnal crisis ?

« Rampa, un démon très futé, il m’oblige à redoubler d’effort » « crowley, a very clever demon, he forces me to make double the amount of effort » oh so admitting you’re making an effort there aziraphale ? :))))))

dang i really want to know how shadwell said that major milk bottle died because not only did he die in combat but aziraphale’s reaction is a bit intense, it must have been quite a tale (this could be a crack fic prompt : «The Epic Tale of the Death Of Major Witchfinder Milk Bottle, by Sargent Witchfinder Shadwell» )

des sorcières et des phénomènes sorciéreux x)

CROWLEY CALLED AZIRAPHALE DUCON ?????? EXCUSE ME ????? #NotMyCrowley #CrowleyWouldNeverDoThat  #CancelAnthonyJRampa2K20  => ducon would be an insult, the gathering of du and con, con being a very nasty but common swear word, and associating it with du- makes it extremely patronizing. it’s like « absolute pathetic digraceful moron +++ ». thanks i hate it *frowny face *

EP 4

l’apocalypse c’est pour aujourd’hui juste après le goûter : it could be translated as « apocalypse is scheduled for today right after tea time » except that « goûter » is not quite tea time but rather the little sugary snack kids take when they come back from school and that most adults drop out of (i haven’t and i’m sure az hasn’t either). thanks aziraphale for having exclusively food related notion of the time because tbh same

ligur has no right to be this sexy between ariyon bakare and his french voice actor that’s just not allowed

radio crowley’s voice vs french ligur’s voice, who has the sexiest voice : FIGHT

(jk french agnes nutter’s voice is by far the sexiest)

gender neutral doesn’t ‘quite’ exist in french but pollution has been assigned a female voice actress and masculine pronouns (i’m saying it doesn’t quite exist because officially we have no gender neutral, but it’s a serious wip among lgbt+ circles to the point where it’s started being used in a few medias)

hastur « en attendant qu’un plombier vienne » / « while waiting for a plumber to come » does hell have a special plumber unit or do demons have to call on human plumbers for their pipes damages ? Dang hastur having to call a human plumber for hell’s plumbery is another damn good writing prompt for a crack fic

Michael is called Michel in the subtitles but Michael in the audio *shrug emoji*

EP 5 

to get a wiggle on has become « il faut qu’on se remue les fesses », literally « we need to shake our butts » like, yes, se remuer les fesses is a common expression to say « we need to act in order to get things done » but it really casts the image of people shaking their booty to some music and obviously crowley thinks the same Weirdly enough I have almost nothing to say for that episode. Sorry. But we’ve discovered most voice actors and actresses so far and no bit of dialogue really struck me as worth discussing or pointing fingers to mock it.

EP 6 

« on va BROUTER quelques derrières » - « we’re gonna lick some butts » OK THIS IS UNQUESTIONNABLY FAR SUPERIOR IN FRENCH THAN IN ENGLISH you thought LICKING butts was good ??? you really thought that ???? AZIRAPHALE HERE SUGGESTS TO GRAZE BUTTS. TO NIBBLE THEM. TO EAT THEM. TO. MUNCH. ON. THOSE. BUTTS!!!! not just licking, guys. This is as serious step beyond licking. (oh yeah he should have said « botter » instead of brouter btw, which is really just kicking, fyi)

« moi je crois en la paix, pétasse ! » wow, language, pepper (fyi i think « pétasse » is far far worse than « bitch » even if it means roughly the same, pétasse is almost never used while bitch is rather common, so it’s a swear word +++)

Dagon sounds like she’s got a nasty cold. #GetDagonIbuprofen2K20

I can confirm that Crowley offers Aziraphale to not just stay at his place, but to move in with him. « tu peux t’installer chez moi si tu veux ». omg they were roommates.

Bad translation strikes again : i don’t know why, but the french dub doesn’t have the « tickety-boo » / « ça gaze » being referenced as Rampa / Aziraphale is being knocked down, which is… a real mistep. It was narratively significant and I’m quite mad the translators missed it.

The Jesse James explanation from Newt has become very nonsensical, instead of the neat and to the point pun « wherever I go I hold up trafic » we’re getting a circonvoluted « because it’s a crime to mechanic’s diligence ». I’m not judging that one too hard, I have no idea how to make it better, and that’s probably how it was translated in the book as well thirty years ago, but it definitely doesn’t have the same impact. On the other hand, it definitely IS a very bad joke that doesn’t even deserve a chuckle, so Anathema’s embarassement really matches the audience’s (aka mine).

OVERALL :

I wasn’t convinced by Crowley… I mean, Rampa’s voice at first, but as the nerdiness showed up it really grew on me. I still think that french dubs have often problems with some voice inflexions every here and there, and for instance in Rampa’s case it was when he was annoyed or frustrated ( at the Globe when complaining about horses and Shakespeare’s plays that aren’t comedies, and also when discussing Azirphale’s magic tricks, it’s like… there is a step between having the right amount of grumpy complaining and overdoing it that is overlooked. It’s overacted, it should have been a bit quieter imo. I don’t mean to criticize voice actors too hard either but as an audience watching french dubs this is a very recurring problem and it always feels off to me. It’s actually one of the main reasons I avoid french dubs whenever possible.)

I have a hard time judging Aziraphale’s voice dub because it clashes so much with both the idea I had formed with it when I read the book and Sheen’s delivery that I just… kinda filtered it. It was too high pitched for me, and too anxious (though for this last point I must admit it could be funny at times, but I’m not fond of this character portrayal). The rest of the cast was rather good, nothing to complain about. There wasn’t anything stellar either, but everything that needed to be conveyed was and it was professionnal. It was also very homogeneous, no voice really struck me as being way too bad or way too good compared to the others, so it was really consistant.

So I don’t have much to complain about overall despite a few wonky translations here and there, BUT there is one thing I felt very robbed of : Crowley calling Aziraphale « mon ange » happens only once, when giving a lift to Anathema, and I’m almost certain they translated it that way because otherwise the joke about Anathama mistaking them for a couple wouldn’t work. So, they were forced to make it that way. The rest of the time Crowley calls Aziraphale « l’angelot », and despite being literally translated by « little angel », it feels sarcastic more than anything else ( the « L’ » in front of « angelot » is part of the reason why, it creates some distance, the other reason being that this word in itself has a very corny vibe and people being affectionnate to each other wouldn’t use it as a term of endearment). So, that’s a shame.

I like the English dub much much MUCH better than the French, but the french wasn’t nearly as bad as I was expecting it to be. The voice actors and actresses were quite good, the dialogues mostly faithful and endearing despite a few really missed steps. It really had its moments. Props to brouter des derrières, that one was fantastic.

[somedayonbroadway]

Hi there! I hope you’re doing well! :) I was just wondering if you’ve ever thought about doing a Peter Pan au.

I have! In fact, me and my friend @bexlynne discussed one a long time ago!

I like the idea! It’s gonna be a little different…

Just to be clear, there are no ships really in this story. But I suppose if you want to see a ship, you can? More power to ya’ll! Also, this is mostly based off of the animated movie because it’s been a long time since I’ve read the book.

Peter Pan AU

Characters

Jack Kelly — Peter Pan

Sarah Jacobs — John Darling

David Jacobs — Wendy Darling

Les Jacobs — Michael Darling

Mayer Jacobs — Mr. Darling

Esther Jacobs — Mrs. Darling

Warden Snyder — Captain Hook

Katherine Plumber — Tinkerbell

Obadiah Weisel — Mr. Smee

Racetrack Higgins — Nibs

Crutchie Morris — Tootles

Mush — Slightly

Elmer — Curly

Mike and Ike — the twins

Riddle — The Mermaid

Sniper — Tiger Lily

David Jacobs, the eldest of the Jacobs children, even if only by a few minutes, loves to tell stories of the boy who never grows up. He doesn’t know the mysterious boy’s name, but knows nearly everything else about him, including the fact that he can fly and had fled to Neverland to avoid what David can only describe as monsters.

When his mother had told him the story, they had been abusive parents.

David loves to sit Les down in his lap at night and tell him about this boy who he gave the name “Jack” long ago. Sarah loves to put in her two bits too. She loves to talk about how Jack charms the mermaids and fights pirates.

Their parents are kind to them. Their mother babies them, while their father tries to get them to see reality, not necessarily a fan of the tales of the boy who flies. He wants his kids, especially his eldest son to grow up, though Davey doesn’t truly know what that means.

Jack is a story Davey believes he’d created, as he’d had dreams about this magical place where he could never grow old and explore to his heart's content. He didn’t necessarily believe the stories to be true, not like his baby brother.

One night, Mr. and Mrs. Jacobs are going out to a party, leaving the kids alone.

It’s brushed off when Les tells his parents and his siblings that he caught the shadow of the boy who flies. Davey thinks he’s creating a story, using his imagination. So he leaves the window open for Jack before they go to sleep.

He never expected for a boy to actually fly through his window with a little fairy on his shoulder.

Jack arrives, looking frantically for his shadow in the home of the boy who loved to tell all of his wildest adventures.

He finds his shadow locked in a box beneath the youngest boy’s bed. When he opens it, the thing takes off around the room until he’s able to catch it, waking up little Les who’s only six at the time. He doesn’t notice, much too occupied with trying to get his shadow attached at his feet.

Les asks him why he’s using soap instead of glue and Jack doesn’t know what he means. So Les runs to get Jack some glue and sticks his shadow back on. Jack is so happy that he flies around the room. Les jumps on Davey and Sarah’s bed, waking them and telling them that Jack’s there. When he tries to introduce Jack to them, Jack insists that he knows Davey, that Davey’s been on adventures with him.

Adventures that Davey thought he’d dreamt up.

Davey starts to realize that this is real and doesn’t know what to say. But Jack just gets very excited and asks Les if he wants to learn how to fly. Sarah tries to calm him down and discourage the idea, nervous for her brother’s safety, but, after freeing Katherine from a drawer she’d gotten stuck in during Jack’s initial excitement, she finds that Les really can fly with Jack’s intrusions and a little bit of pixie dust.

Jack then invites the Jacobs siblings to join him in Neverland. Curious about this place, Les immediately follows Jack as he flies out the window, prompting Sarah and Davey to follow them immediately, yelling at their brother to come back for only a moment before they realize they’re flying over New York City without the fear of falling.

Jack takes them on an adventure, revealing that the entrance to Neverland is the second star to the right but going straight to it is not as much fun as flying around for hours. They play tag and hide and seek in the air as Katherine flies on ahead of them, jealous of the fun that Jack is having with all these strangers.

Katherine flies back to the lost boys, a group of kids that Jack saved from unsafe homes and places. She explains that Jack is on his way back to them and wants them to shoot the other kids that are with him out of the sky. Loyal to Jack, the boys all gear up to do just that.

Meanwhile, Captain Snyder and his crew are looking for Jack, waiting for him to return so that they can take him down, wanting revenge from the boy for cutting his hand clean off. Jack did this before feeding the hand to a crocodile who is constantly looking for more. When they see Jack flying back down to Neverland, they attempt to shoot him down with cannons but Jack decides to have a little fun with him, telling the Jacobs kids to play along which leads to them nearly sinking The Refugee, the pirate’s ship.

Then they head to Jack’s hideout where Davey is shot down by Crutchie who is proud of himself, despite Sarah’s cries and Les’s panic. Davey hits the ground hard, hitting his head and getting knocked unconscious. Jack shouts at Crutchie, apologizing when his right hand man points out that it was Katherine who said he’d given an order for this. Jack then banishes Katherine who gets very angry and upset.

But Jack promises she can come back in a couple of days. Then he scoops Davey up and promises him that everything will be okay. He and the boys nurse him back to health and Sarah and Les take shelter with them while she gets better.

As Davey is almost completely healed, Jack encourages his boys to take Sarah and Les out on an adventure. Sarah and Les are kidnapped by a group of trolls who believe Jack and his crew have kidnapped their princess, Sniper. Sarah tried to assure them that they did no such thing and to let all the boys go, but the trolls refuse, wanting to use them as leverage against Jack.

Jack takes Davey on an adventure all on their own, wanting Davey to meet the mermaids who absolutely adore him.

Riddle, the leader of the mermaids, tries to drown Davey. Jack doesn’t notice.

But the mermaids flea at the sight of The Refugee and Captain Snyder. Jack takes Davey by the hand and leads him off to “have fun” which consists of messing with Snyder’s right hand man, Weasel, and putting Snyder in life threatening situations. As Snyder is trying to kill Jack, Davey doesn’t stop him.

But during all of this, Jack and Davey discover a kidnapped Troll princess who is brave and waiting for Weasel to let her drown in order to spark war between the trolls and Jack’s boys and snuff out Jack’s hideaway. Jack is able to save Sniper, who is a very good friend of his, and rush her back home with Davey close behind him.

There, they square things with the Trolls and get the boys and Sarah and Les free and have a celebration of their princess’s return, telling Jack that they owed him big.

After their plot was spoiled, Snyder goes back to his ship, irritated. But Weasel stumbles upon Katherine, wandering alone and upset. He catches her in his cap and takes her back to Snyder who lies to her. He says that he has a present for Jack and needs to know where his hideout is to give it to him. So Katherine tells him, only to be locked in a cage when Snyder reveals that his real plan is to blow Jack and the boys up with a bomb.

Davey and his siblings tell Jack they need to get home, slowly beginning to get homesick. Jack says they can’t go and Les starts to cry, making Jack feel bad as all of his boys start to reminisce about their lives in the real world, picking out the good parts.

Sarah sings them a lullaby after promising that they could all come back and be adopted by their parents. The boys are excited by this. But Jack refuses, angry that his boys want to leave him.

The next morning, Davey and Sarah and Les lead the boys out of the hideout leaving Jack who receives a present. The pirates were waiting for them as the emerged.

Knowing what’s going to happen, Katherine manages to break out of her prison and snatch the bomb from Jack just as he’s opening it, but they are both caught in the explosion.

Katherine gets stuck in the rubble. Jack believes she’s dead until he finds her fading light. He manages to unbury her and hold her in his hands, promising her that he believed in her more than anyone, which is the key to saving her.

They go out to find their boys and the Jacobs children who are being held captive on the Refugee. Snyder offers them a deal; join his crew or walk the plank. Davey accepts and says goodbye to Les and Sarah as he’s led to the plank. And he steps overboard. But there is no splash.

Jack saves Davey and engages in a sword fight with Snyder, giving Snyder his word that it’ll be a fair fight and he won’t fly, as long as Snyder lets his boys go if he wins. Snyder agrees.

Jack nearly gets killed but manages to get the upper hand when the crocodile comes searching for Snyder, wanting to devour him. He pushes Snyder overboard and commanders the ship. And, with the help of Katherine, manages to get it up and flying to get back to Manhattan.

Saying goodbye to the Jacobs children is hard for Jack, as he has issues with abandonment. He reveals to Davey that Davey’s the one that gave him a name. Jack has been away from the real world for so long that he’d forgotten his given one and had heard Davey telling his stories through the window and likes the name that he’d been given. He reveals that Davey was like a friend, even if they’d only known each other for a short time and Jack promises that he’d always be nearby, even if Davey didn’t know it.

When Jack leaves, the Jacobs come home from their party and Davey tries to tell them of the adventures he’d been on.

Mr. Jacobs goes to the window and sees a ship in the clouds and reminisces about a time when he’d seen that very ship.

He kisses his son Goodnight and goes to be with his wife, telling him of the adventures of a boy he made up when he was young. A boy with the name of Peter Pan.

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After Her Mother

Request: Yes / No Fluffcember Day 25

Requests are closed<3 Have a nice day/night

Spencer Reid x Fem!LaMontagne!Reader 

Word count: 1083

Warnings: Nothing!

Y/N: Your Name 

Song: Silent Night

Prompt(s): Recital

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It was a Christmas and our family was coming to our house this year. Spencer had gotten his mother her last night. She was not happy that she had to fly, but got over it pretty quickly. My older brother and nephews were coming, as well as our mother. My brother is the reason Spencer and I met, actually. He married another member of his team and moved up here. I moved here for work a year after our father died. I loved our home in New Orleans, but I needed a new start.

“Mommy, when is uncle Will and aunt Jenifer coming over with Henry and Michael?” Our daughter Clair asked again. 

“They’re gonna be here soon Honey.” I said picking her up and setting her on the counter. 

“Can I help you finish?” She asked, I was getting everything ready for dinner. 

“I’m actually just about done. I thought you were helping daddy decorate?” I asked confused. 

“I was, but grandma needed him.” She said and I nodded. 

“Is grandma okay?” I asked and she nodded. 

“She thought she was back at school again.” She answered and I nodded. Spencer and I had explained to Clair what was wrong with Diana even though she wouldn’t fully understand until she was older. 

“Did you set up for the show you and the boys are planning?” I asked. 

“Recital mommy!” She corrected me and I smiled. 

“Recital, my bad.” I said. 

“Yes I did, daddy helped me.” She said smiling. 

“Good.” I said and gave her a kiss on her head. Suddenly there was a knock on the door and Clair got excited. 

“They’re here!” She shouted. 

“Inside voice Clair.” I said putting her down. 

“Sorry mommy!” She said and ran off. I shook my head with a laugh and cleaned my hands. I walked into the living room to see Spencer opening the door and greeting our guest. 

“There’s my little sister!” William said giving me a hug. 

“Hello Billy.” I said and kissed his cheek. 

“Hi Y/N, Merry Christmas.” Jenifer said. 

“Merry Christmas Jen.” I said and kissed her cheek. 

“My beautiful daughter and son-in-law!” My mother said with a huge smile. Both Spencer and I kissed her cheeks and hugged her. 

“Merry Christmas mom.” I said. 

“Merry Christmas LaMontagne.” Spencer said. 

“Auntie Y/N and uncle Spencer!” The two boys said running up to us. Michael ran to me and Henry ran to Spencer. We picked them up and gave them kisses. 

“Merry Christmas boys, I think Santa left you two some gifts here too.” I said and Spencer smiled. 

“Really? That awesome!” Henry said. 

“Yeah, We told him you were coming over and he made sure to leave a few here.” Spencer said. 

“Why don’t you three go open your gifts?” I suggested as we put the boys down. 

“Yes!” They all said and ran over to the tree. We hung up everyone coats and got everyone drinks then watched the kids open their gifts. Once that was done I was working on dinner and everyone was watching the kids play with their new toys. 

After dinner everyone was gathered living room by the kids. Clair brought out the stage she and Spencer made. It was just a few cardboard boxes that they’d be able to stand on. 

“Can I have everyone’s attention!” Clair shouted. 

“Clair, inside voice.” Spencer said. 

“Sorry daddy, but can I please have everyone’s attention?” She asked quieter. Everyone looked at her on the boxes and smiled. 

“Thank you, now boys and girls, welcome to the recital!” She said and took a bow. She got off the stage and the boys got on. Clair put on Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer and the boys started singing and dancing. Once they were done we all clapped and they took a bow. 

“Now Clair is going to sing!” Micheal said and they ran off the stage. Clair stepped up and the boys put on the music for Silent Night. 

“Silent night, holy night! All is calm, all is bright! Round yon Virgin, Mother, Mother and Child. Holy infant so tender and mild. Sleep in heavenly peace. Sleep in heavenly…” She started singing and everyone stared at her shocked, she was singing really well. 

“Sleep in heavenly. Sleep in heavenly. Sleep in heavenly. Sleep in heavenly peace.” She continued, Spencer and I have heard her sing before, but it was nothing compared to this. 

“Silent night, holy night. All is calm, all is bright. Round yon Virgin, Mother, Mother and Child. Holy infant so tender and mild. Sleep in heavenly peace. Sleep in heavenly peace.” She sang. I looked at Spencer and he was just as shocked as I was. He shrugged at me and then we both looked back at our daughter. 

“Christ, Christ, the Savior is born. Christ, Christ, the Savior. Christ, Christ, the Savior is born.” She finished and we all clapped. 

“That was amazing Clair.” Spencer said with a huge smile. 

“Thank you daddy!” She said happily. 

“When did you learn that song and to sing like that?” I asked shocked. 

“I’ve been practicing.” She said smiling. 

“Looks like you take after your mother.” My mom said. 

“Huh?” Clair asked tilting her head. 

“Your mother is an amazing singer, she actually came here to be a singer, but changed her mind.” She answered. 

“Mom!” I groaned. 

“Yeah, I remember you would sing all the damn time at home.” Will laughed and I rolled my eyes. 

“Mommy, you can sing?” Clair asked. 

“Yeah, you can sing?” Spencer asked and I blushed. 

“A little bit.” I said. 

“Here, I brought some home videos, this one is of her singing in her room.” My mom said pulling out a DVD. 

“Mom!” Will and I said at the same time. 

“Oh hush!” She said and Spencer put the DVD on. Clair came and sat between us and smiled at the screen. (NOT MY VIDEO, BUT THIS GOING TO BE YOU SINGING!) Everyone watched in awe and smiled. 

“Can you still sing mommy?” Clair asked. 

“I sing sometimes.” I answered. 

“You should sing!” She said and I shook my head. 

“So who wants dessert?” I asked with a smile and got up to go to the table. Everyone followed me and sat down. 

“You’re an amazing singer.” Spencer whispered to me and I smiled. 

“Maybe you could show us one day.” He said with a slight blush on his face. 

“Maybe soon.” I said and kissed his cheek. 

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[pastelwitchling]

Just some winter malex fluff to raise all of our spirits. Based on this photo of Tyler in the snow, and a wonderful anon who gave me a few ideas.

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               “I hate this damn cold,” Michael heard, and looked over his shoulder to see Alex walking through the front door of the cabin with Kyle at his heels, the two covered head to toe in hats, scarves, sweaters, and jackets.

               The corners of his lips quirked up as Alex plopped down beside him on the couch, his head falling onto Michael’s lap. Michael ran a hand through the airman’s hair, though it was difficult to reach even the nape of Alex’s neck with all the layers he had on.

               “Rough day?”

               “Hmnmhnmm,” Alex mumbled, his voice muffled through his scarves.

               “Well,” Kyle said, slumping onto a large armchair. “You heard him.”

               “Is my baby tired?” Michael leaned in, whispering the words in Alex’s ear before kissing along the shell. He was all but licking the airman’s cheek when Kyle finally took the hint, and stood.

               “Alright, okay, I’m going, just stop with the – knock it off, Guerin!”

               “I’m touching my boyfriend, Valenti,” he said, and returned to nibbling on the shell of Alex’s ear as the front door closed.

Boyfriend. Sometimes Michael still couldn’t believe he was allowed to use that word, and mean it. To think that Alex, in his kindness, bravery, and beauty, was all his – it was unreal. Michael often needed to touch the airman to prove to himself that he was there, that Alex was his now, that the past was in the past where it belonged, and no longer touched either of them.

               Alex hummed as Michael kissed his ear, then his cheek, then his nose, following a trail to his lips. Alex had grown some stubble in the past few days, too busy with cleaning up the last of Jim’s records after Project Shepherd had finally come down that he’s barely had the time or the mind to shave, let alone do anything else. Including spending a night with his boyfriend.

               “You sleepy?” he muttered before he kissed Alex’s lips.

               Alex exhaled deeply, the extra layers acting like pillows around Michael’s head as the airman pulled him in, and kissed him. “If I say yes, will you come to bed with me?”

               Michael’s grin widened against Alex’s lips. “You sound sleepy,” he said, trying to get a hand under Alex’s shirt, but whatever shirt he unbuttoned, there was a sweater beneath, as if taunting him.

               “Come to bed with me,” Alex said and kissed Michael again. “We can get under the covers. It’s warm there.”

               “We could do something else to heat ourselves up – oh, for the love of –” he cut off, struggling with the hems of Alex’s layers. “How many pieces of clothing do you have on?”

               “A lot,” Alex said, drifting off, his arms around Michael’s shoulders loosening. “It’s cold.”

               “Yeah, baby, it is,” Michael said with a sigh, brushing Alex’s bangs back from his eyes, and kissed his forehead. “Come on,” he said, bringing one arm around Alex’s back, the other around the backs of his knees. “Hang onto me.”

               A few months ago, Alex would have refused to. He would’ve insisted he was fine, stood on his own, and stumbled in too many layers and exhaustion to his bedroom. But now, he wrapped his arms tightly around Michael’s shoulders, nuzzling against the cowboy’s neck, and held on as Michael carried him and his bundle of sweaters to their bed. Michael rid Alex of the coat, and left him in his sweaters and sweatpants.

               He crawled in beside him, and pulled the blanket over them both. He dug and dug and dug until he could feel the warm skin of Alex’s stomach. He brought an arm under Alex’s head, and pulled him in closer, his lips against the airman’s hair. Michael thought it felt a little bit like hugging a giant teddy bear. He threw a leg over Alex’s, holding him tighter.

Alex had said he hated the cold. Michael kind of loved it.

***

Didn’t think I’d actually do it, did you? DID YOU?

I’m going to bed. Bonne nuit tout le monde.