#anthony martini

[mxdwn]

Bamboozle Sued By E-Town Concrete’s Anthony Martini Over an Unpaid Loan

https://music.mxdwn.com/2023/05/08/news/bamboozle-sued-by-e-town-concretes-anthony-martini-over-an-unpaid-loan/

[slushi-chan]

Martini Ranch-How Can The Laboring Man Find Time For Self Culture (ft. Anthony Michael Hall)

Possible eye strain below (not 100% sure if it is but I’d rather be careful)

[ag-updates-and-archives]

Circa Survive: Juturna 10th Anniversary Tour

Circa Survive w/ RX Bandits, Citizen Showbox, Seattle, WA 11.08.15

“The look on your faces as you come tumbling over the barricade and into another grown man’s arms,” Anthony Green observed of the multitudes of fans crowd surfing toward the stage, “is like the first time your mother held you, so safe.” For their sold out show at Seattle’s Showbox, Circa Survive had the crowd in the palm of their post-hardcore hands from the moment they stepped on stage, which was exactly when the crowd surfing started. On tour celebrating the tenth anniversary of their 2005 debut album Juturna, the band was the epitome of on point.

They played their notable album, in its entirety, each emotionally heavy song building on the one before, the energy palpable in the room, the band clearly relishing in their delivery. Their stage set up was dark, heavy with smoke machines, towers of spinning lights, practically blinding, silhouetting the band from behind. Green delivered his vocals with characteristic attack, stalking the stage and leaning out over the crowd, practically scooping them up in his arms. During “Act Appalled” he held the mic out to one audience member to provide a vocal assist, and several other times allowed the crowd to sing choruses for him, which they clearly knew all the words to.

This was the kind of sold out show where the Showbox bar crowd was actually pretty sparse, everyone wanting their spot on the floor, as the mosh pit spat out happy youth and sweaty 30-somethings alike. Like a conductor, Green led the band through their masterful playing, while he stuck the mic in his mouth, looking like a magical cross between Faith No More’s Mike Patton and Thrice’s Dustin Kensrue. At one point, someone backstage unleashed a swarm of glow-stick-lit balloons – or were they beach balls – over the crowd, adding an even more celebratory effect to the room.

Considering that they’ve released four other albums, each growing with expertise and emotional power, CS’s delivery of their debut was unsurprisingly better than it probably was 10 years ago, the payoff being that they seem to really still enjoy playing it to a crowd clearly appreciative.

Openers RX Bandits and Citizen were an interesting mix to the night. RX Bandits’ sound is some kind of reggae-punk mashup that apparently falls into the netherworld of ska… a word I honestly hadn’t heard in a while. Labels are labels, and the crowd seemed polite, but the mood felt a bit off for being stuck between two heavier, scream-laden groups. Citizen’s brand of pop-punk had the crowd in the air from the get-go, impressive for an opening slot on a Monday night.

[mostly-marvel-musings]

young!Tony would totally be a nervous wreck before his first date with you while Maria watches in amusement and helps him get ready cause he's never been like that because of a date before, so it's funny, but also very very cute! and of course once she & you become besties she's gonna tell you about it!

Amusement

Pairing: Young! Tony x Reader

Warnings: Sassy Maria should be a warning! Lol.

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“Anthony! Seriously? I think you’re forgetting who your father is! Here I thought you’d have some of his playboy habits passed down..”

Tony’s look of incredulity made his mother laugh as she walked over to the boy’s rescue to help him pick out his shirt and tie for his big date. She had been quite amused watching him prep for it, she knew in an instant this girl was special, given her boy was nervous instead of smug for once.

“What do you have to say about the sass I’ve inherited from you, mothership?” Tony pointed out in the mirror as his mom held out tie options for him.

“Only incredibly proud.”

Hmm. Definitely silk, in case things get steamy.” She murmured, giving him a wink before tying it into a neat knot for him. Tony blushed a deep shade of red, picturing his silky tie around your wrists, perhaps your eyes…

Giving himself a mental shake as his mind wandered, he feigned disgust and pushed Maria away for effect, making her laugh. Laughter, well, genuine laughter in the Stark household was rare. Maria was glad her son had grown up to be the man she wanted him to be. Tony was kind, generous, he was well-mannered—well, almost, but he’d grow out of it, she was sure.

“Did you get her flowers?” She asked, brushing stray lint off of the suit he wore, chuckling as he literally bathed himself in cologne.

“Nobody buys flowers anymore, Mom!”

“Anthony! Nothing says you’re special like flowers, come on! What’re her favourite kind?”

“Tulips.” He answered almost instantly, making her smirk. He had been paying attention whenever you’d point to them all excitedly, your eyes lighting up in the most adorable way.

“Well then?”

“I’ll get them on my way over.” He relented, already picturing your happy smile when you’d see the bouquet he would give you.

“Good luck, my dear boy. Not that you need it.” She smiled, kissing his cheek, laughing as he wiped any chance of a lipstick off of his face, just in case, fixing his hair for the millionth time.

“Oh I need it. She’s really something, Mom. Alright. Bye now!”

This girl was certainly specially, she couldn’t wait to meet her. She only hoped the day would come soon.

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“Oh Y/N! Did you notice something?” Maria pointed out, tilting her head towards the men who were, for some reason, wearing matching silk ties.

“You know I did.” You giggled, feeling your cheeks heat up as your mind wandered to the time when that same tie had ended up fastened against your hands while Tony had his way with you.

Tony caught up on your conversation, shaking his head as a light brush creeped up on his face as well.

“Honestly! You two need to stay away from each other. Or us. Have your little discussions in private.”

“Fantastic idea. Y/N, dear, you’re welcome to come over any time for a cup of coffee or a martini. I could do with some female energy in his house.” Maria smiled, giving your shoulder a squeeze.

Tony feigned a look of annoyance once more, only on the inside, his heart was singing a happy song at the sight of the two most important women in his life getting along like a house on fire.

[lookingfts]

Ooh, when you have the time and inclination, can we see the date?!

Presenting the third and final part of the Photograph series! (Part 1 and Part 2)

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The dress looks insane in person. Kate is every single one of his fantasies come to life – radiant skin and tempting curves, from the thick curls falling over her shoulders to her smooth, endless legs.

For a second, Anthony contemplates running. What the hell is Kathani Sharma doing with him? What could he possibly give this woman who has haunted his dreams for so long?

But he’s haunted her dreams too. Enough that she allowed him to tell her all his filthiest desires while she came on her fingers.

If there’s even a chance that he can touch her, a chance to bring them both pleasure instead of just pathetically wanking over one of her photos, he has to take it. He can’t carry on like he’s been doing.

Anthony hands her a bouquet of pink tulips – her favorites, according to Ben. She lights up, and her pleased smile makes something in his chest tighten. “Thank you. They’re beautiful,” she murmurs, her elegant fingers smoothing over the petals.

“You’re beautiful,” he says, and her cheeks flush a little. “Are you sure you want to waste this dress on me?”

“Well,” Kate says matter-of-factly, flicking her hair over her shoulder. “I was promised a very pleasurable evening if I wore it. Something about you going under the dress…?”

Anthony groans, and she laughs at him. They’ve never been friends, exactly, mostly just connected by virtue of his siblings, but he feels himself relax a bit. Without a doubt, he wants to shove Kate back into her flat and strip her naked, but he also wants the pleasure of her company. “If you don’t behave during dinner, I’m going to have a hard time restraining myself.”

Kate gives him an enigmatic smile, throwing the words over her shoulder as she goes to take care of the flowers. “You’ll be fine.”

They go to a restaurant Kate has chosen, and it’s not hard to tell why. It’s dim, secluded, and the booth they’re led to is located in a very dark corner.

She tucks herself into his side, perusing the drink menu. Casually, like this is a thing they’ve done before, like he’s not drunk already on the scent of her lily perfume. “Do you like it here?” she asks, aiming for nonchalance, though he can tell she’s concerned about his answer.

“Yes,” Anthony says, placing a hand on Kate’s bare thigh. Low enough to almost be chaste, not pushing for anything, not overstepping his boundaries. Even so, it’s like he’s never touched a woman before; the softness of her skin under his palm is overwhelming. “It’s…private.”

“It is very private,” Kate hums, sinking her teeth into her lip. The waitress comes, and they order their drinks: an old fashioned for Anthony, an elderflower martini for Kate. Her fingers link with his on her thigh, and his stomach swoops. He wonders if this is it – what falling in love feels like. It’s not just lust; he’s been feeling that for much longer. “I’m really glad you called me by accident.”

He feels his entire face turn red and hopes it’s not too obvious in the low light. “I do wish I had asked you out in a more dignified way.”

“Why didn’t you?” she questions, squeezing his hand slightly. As if to encourage him.

“Because I thought you were perfect.” Anthony turns to look at her, shrugging. “And I thought you hated me.”

Her brow furrows, emotions flitting across her gorgeous face. Finally, she seems to come to some sort of decision, leaning in even more intimately so no one else can hear her words. “I thought I hated you too. But you made me so…worked up, I needed an outlet for it.” Her breath fans hot against his neck as she sighs. “I came to your photos. So many times. I couldn’t stop.”

--

She leans back, staring up at him through her eyelashes. It’s bold – this whole night has been bold – but Anthony groans, low and pained, and she knows it’s okay.

“Christ, Kate,” he murmurs before his lips are on hers. Kissing Anthony is everything she’s dreamed about; the softness of his mouth, his tongue carefully exploring hers, the desperate grip of his hand on her thigh as the other cradles her head. He’s messing up her hair, but Kate wants to be ruined by him, wants her curls tangled and her makeup smudged by his passions.

His pupils are blown wide when they break apart for air, his lips swollen and a delicious shade of pink, and she nearly jumps out of her skin at the clink of glass. The waitress sets their drinks down, wincing a bit apologetically. “Would you like to order food, or just the drinks for now?”

“Just the drinks for now,” Kate says, a little breathlessly for her taste.

“I said I would take you to dinner,” Anthony protests when the waitress leaves. He sounds so petulant that she can’t help but laugh.

“Do you want to sit through dinner?” she asks with a raised eyebrow.

“That’s not-,” he sputters. “That’s not the point! I promised I would take you on a date. It was supposed to be about more than…”

Her heart swells at this ridiculous man. His trousers are wildly tented and he’s still trying to be a gentleman, to give her the date she deserves.

With her right hand, Kate picks up her martini, taking a long sip. With her left, she guides Anthony’s hand under her dress, sliding their fingers over the slick center of her thin, lacy panties. “I’m going to drink this,” Kate says, playing up the way her lips wrap around the rim of the glass. “And you’re going to drink that. And then we’ll decide whether to stay for dinner.”

For all his cluelessness, Anthony is a quick study. They both drink their cocktails in silence as Anthony nudges her knickers aside and presses a finger into her. She’s wet, has been all day in anticipation, and Anthony easily works a second finger in alongside the first.

His thumb rolls her clit, and Kate lets out a shuddery breath. It’s so fucking hot, riding his fingers in this restaurant, obscured in their own corner of the world. Anthony’s eyes never leave her, pitch black and heated, his mouth shining from the liquor.

Kate tips her head back, draining the last of her martini, her thirst barely slaked. Anthony finishes his old fashioned, and they kiss decadently, sharing the taste on their tongues. She rocks her hips faster, savoring how full she feels, and his calloused thumb snags just right on her clit, tipping her over the edge into a heady climax.

Anthony swallows her soft moan, dragging out the waves until he removes his hand, putting his fingers in his mouth to clean them off.

“Dinner can wait,” she says authoritatively.

“Dinner can wait,” he echoes, throwing a handful of bills on the table and ushering her out of the booth.

Dinner turns out to be a pizza on the floor of her flat at nearly midnight, after Anthony stays true to his word and eats her out under the dress. She finally strips it off, sticky and sweaty, and fucks him until they’re both incoherent.

And when Anthony grins around a slice of pepperoni, shaking his head, and says, “This is the best date I’ve ever been on”-

Kate can’t do anything but agree.

[artemis1214]

MEET ESME ROSE LUCIANO!

Hello! 👋🏼

These are some headcanons for my Hazbin Hotel OC, Esme! If you would like to read more about Esme's story, you can check out my Wattpad story "A Siren's Spell".

HELLA SPOILERS AHEAD!

Human Life (1900-1932) 

As a child, Esme was very friendly and bubbly. She was everyone's best friend and the little major of Manhattan. 

Would love to pet the horses leading the carriages in front of her father’s bar. 

Esme’s mother would always try to keep her away from the family ‘business’, but little Esme always found herself listening in on the men's conversations and meetings. 

Natural flirt as a teenager, but only had one boyfriend in New York.

Natural mother figure to Anthony from their connected families.

Cool aunt vibe for Molly and Anthony. (Would buy them ice cream on the regular when their parents weren't around).

Would float in a raft in the Hudson River, smoking a cigarette in the summer. 

Very protective of her younger sister, would stand up to bullies, and get in trouble with the nuns at school. 

Raised Catholic. 

Libra.

Used by her father to lure men to his work and steal their money. 

Gets "too involved" in the business and gets sent to New Orleans to basically hide away.

Has a very seductive luxurious transatlantic accent, but alone drops to a casual crisp New York tone. 

Accent drops completely when upset or cursing.

Always smells like vanilla and strawberries.

Lots of chocolate martinis, vodka cranberries, and red wine. 

Long hair because she hates thinking about fitting into societal beauty standards (no flapper hair here!).

Heavy sweet tooth. 

Big bookworm.

Theme Songs: 

“You don’t own me” 

"My Days" - The Notebook on Broadway

"Roxie" - Chicago

"Gangsta" - Kehlani

"So, this is love?"

Always carries a silent pistol in her purse.

Very charming, seductive, playful, and secretive. 

Steals Mimzy's spot as the head girl at the speakeasy.

Singer, burlesque performer.

Also plays piano.

Alastor watches her from the back of the parlor, tapping his finger on his whiskey glass.

Meets Alastor immediately but senses something ‘off’ about him. 

Hella sexual tension right off the bat. 

Threatens him with her pistol when she discovers who he is. 

Not phased by many of Al’s doings as she watched her father kill men all the time. 

“You don’t scare me." 

Has a smart mouth that often gets her in trouble when men. 

Has spit in men’s faces before.

“Fuck you.” These are her two favorite words for them.

Is disgusted by men. 

“Men are dogs, I like my dogs on four legs.” 

Very possessive, protective, and jealous. 

When the two get married she becomes similar to a New York mob wife. 

“No Alasta, you’re not killin’ on a Sunday! Sunday is a holy day - plus I made meatballs!” 

Goes for the eyes when she kills people, “You really do have pretty eyes, wonder how long they’ll take to cut out.”

Will ship the remains to their parents as a “warning.” 

Going to the water when she is stressed out, usually the dock near her house.

Alastor will drive fast down empty roads so she can hang out of the car and let her hair flow.

ALWAYS has a record on the spinner and espresso brewing.

Their house smells like coffee 24/7.

Angelic, alluring voice with a natural jazzy ring to it if she so pleases when she sings.

BIG flirt and entertainer when drunk or high.

Very strong siren eyes when she is singing, performing, or talking to someone. 

HATES spicy food (Alastor’s cooking nearly kills her every time)

Will request a seafood broil every single time he cooks for her.  

If Alastor’s mother were to be alive, these two would be BEST FRIENDS! 

She’d probably make plans to hang out with just her - not Alastor (lol!). 

Date nights of just cooking their respective recipes. 

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON’T LIKE MY LASAGNA?!” 

Their song is “It’s Been a Long, Long, Time” by Kitty Kallen.

COUPLE THEME SONG: ACROSS THE STARS FROM STAR WARS.

Hella foreshadowing (Padme/Anakin vibes)

Speaks Italian when upset 

Che Cazzo?!

Che palle?!

Figlio di puttana!

Affectionate pet names for those she cares for 

“Lovey” - Her sister Margo 

“My Dove” - Her daughter, Genevieve 

“Sweetheart” - Alastor 

NEVER shows up to an event empty-handed. She’ll feed everyone there. 

Love language is def quality time and cooking.

Flirts with Alastor around his secretary to make her jealous 

Basically the second in command when she's at Alastor's office.

You better do whatever Esme asks or he will kill you (no joke).

“Let that bitch hear.” Vibes. 

Brat 

Submissive/Switch

Masochist

Big softie as a mother, complete domestic. 

Loves children and animals. 

No longer works at the speakeasy.

Becomes a housewife.

Can have hella anxiety/depression.

Doesn't cope with things properly and will shut herself out from everyone if upset.

Emotionally numb from losing so many people in her life.

At the end of her story, she realizes it's going to be him or her...

"Veronica, open the door please!" Vibes.

"Where is Padme, is she safe? Is she alright?" 

“It seems in your anger, you killed her…”

BIG THANKS TO @hoomandoescosplay FOR HELPING WITH THESE HEADCANONS! LOVE YOU GIRLYPOP! 💗

[japhan2024]

Anthony's Day prompt: Anthony/Amanda/Ian where in Ian realizes he likes both Amanda and Anthony because they look like each other.

Your kiss is on my list

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Inspired by this song

Amanda is over at Ian's place because she promised during lunch she'd watch The Pianist with him. This is why people don't sit next to Ian. He will convince them to suffer through extremely depressing war movies while he probably enjoys it.

It's quite inappropriate too, being over, alone, at her - very handsome - boss's home, at night. She texted her husband she was working overtime. Which is so much worse. She is contemplating submitting this situation to r/aita.

But Ian snaps her out of it.

"Hey, Amanda, you looked really serious right there, are you okay? Do you want something to drink? To smoke, maybe?"

The problem is Amanda really wants to relax. Should she, though? She usually struggles to contain her feelings and impulses as it is...

"Ooh! Do you have a vodka martini?" She says it with her signature wide eyed, Kramer-esque demeanor.

Ian smiles closed-mouthed and scuttles to his kitchen. "A classic drink for a classy lady," he jokes.

Amanda's mind is racing. "Is this okay? It's okay, right? It's a bit weird but then again, everything at Smosh is always weird. Nobody not working here could understand..."

"Mister Hecox," she involuntarily goes along with the bit. She can't help that she is such a great improv actress. "I didn't expect anything less from a Renaissance man like yourself."

"Renaissance man?" Ian scoffs, returning to the living room, handing Amanda her drink.

"I don't know, I'm just trying not to freak out! Aa! I'm watching a movie with Ian! I've wanted to see your house for a while now, you really got a nice place here!"

She puts down her empty glass in the window sill.

"Am I such a terrible person to watch a movie with?" Ian asks, still smiling. But then he suddenly pouts a bit. "I probably am, aren't I? Do I make you uncomfortable, Amanda?"

Seeing Ian vulnerable like this destroys all of Amanda's self-restraint and critical thinking abilities. She grabs Ian's arm and rubs it.

"NOOO are you kidding, Ian? You could never! You're way too sweet. I'm really glad I'm here with you. We don't get enough us-time at the office anyway." Something about the way she says this makes Ian's eyes widen ever so slightly behind his glasses, and his pout disappears.

They are just standing there like dumb idiots, Ian looking away as Amanda desperately seeks eye contact.

The door of Ian's apartment opens.

"Hey, Ian, I just came back from se- Amanda?"

They both are startled, and the visitor maybe even more so. "What's going on here?" He asks, unsure.

"Anthony!!! Fancy seeing you here, hahaha... yeah! Uhh, I kinda promised I'd watch a movie with Ian. Yeah! So that's why I'm here, I GUESS!"

Terrifying. Anthony gives her a look that tells a whole story. Anthony doesn't want her to be there, Anthony doesn't want her and Ian to do anything together. Anthony is jealous. Jealous? Why? Of course, she knows why. She looked it up.

Anthony recovers from his initial reaction and smiles warmly, hugging Amanda and Ian. "You promised you'd watch a movie with Ian? Rookie mistake, Amanda! You should know better. Now he won't let you go until you watched all of Band of Brothers. Or the entire Twilight saga, I don't know which genre he's hooked you on."

"You like Twilight?" Amanda is happily distracted from the whole moment they are having and tries to wrap her mind around Ian liking teen vampire movies.

"To each their own, Amanda," Ian plays defense. "They're good movies, actually." Anthony laughs. Amanda joins in.

"Oh I know, I've seen them! Just didn't think you'd like them too!"

"Uhh, yeah, so I'm just gonna chill here for now..." Anthony sits down in the middle of the couch, massively manspreading like he feels right at home here. He probably does as he even has the keys to the place.

To Amanda's surprise, Ian sits down next to Anthony and starts showing him memes on his phone. No "Hi Anthony" or anything. Just straight down to the bullshit they pull at the office as well.

Amanda sees two grown men SO obsessed with each other they forget the world around them altogether.

She makes herself another martini and downs that one in one go as well. Should she just go? It's probably the best idea.

"Amanda! You need to see this," Ian giggles. Anthony is wheezing.

"I don't know if I do," Amanda teases. Third-wheeling an Ian and Anthony date when she could be at home with her loving husband was not on her bingo card for today.

"Oh by the way, Ian, tell me again about that crush you had on that girl?" Anthony says all innocently, but Amanda senses some hostility from Anthony. At her?

"Uhh, what? Which one?" Ian lowers his phone and looks at Anthony.

"You know the one with the tats?"

"Oh yeah! Oof, she is so hot, oh my god, I'm so into tattoos..."

Anthony smiles at Amanda. He's so evil. But two can play this game, Amanda thinks. And she's not one to shy away from anything, certainly not this shit.

"I'm thinking of getting a tattoo," she says while sitting next to Ian on the very end of the couch. "Where do you think I should set it, Ian?"

Ian is immediately engaged. He scans Amanda's body with a pondering look. Behind him, Anthony's annoyed noggin sticks out. Amanda stifles a laugh.

Before Ian can decide about the place of Amanda's first tattoo, Anthony jumps up from the couch and back into the game.

"I don't know Amanda, maybe you want some inspiration?" And he takes his shirt off. Well damn. He's extremely fit and those tats look unfairly good. But now Amanda is alone with her TWO bosses in various states of undress! She can't wait to tell Angela about this...

Ian stands up and looks at Anthony's tatted back. "Amanda," he beckons her. "These new ones are so badass, " and he traces a particularly crisp line over Anthony's skin. Anthony naturally leans into Ian's touch but stops again, glancing over at Amanda.

FUCK! Now she's witnessing her bosses do some kind of FOREPLAY.

"Oh sure, they really are!"

The alcohol finally kicks in. Amanda gets up and lets her flannel shirt fall low off her shoulders, revealing her mostly bare back to Ian as well.

"Where on my back should I get the tattoo?" She asks playfully. "The same place as Anthony?" She turns her head towards Anthony and wiggles her eyebrows at him like she's Macaulay Culkin.

"Hmm," Ian thinks out loud. He gently touches Amanda's bra strap, then strokes down to her lower back... what the fuck is happening? A bolt of electricity runs through Amanda's body, it feels so good but wrong at the same time.

"You look so similar, did you know?" Ian says suddenly.

"What?" Anthony asks. "Similar?" Amanda looks over her shoulder at Ian.

"Your skintone, hair color, your big ass egos," Ian glaughs. "Your eyes, your smile, should I go on? I only now just figured it out. You're both my type." And then he laughs as if he just made the best joke.

"But," Anthony walks around the side table so is was facing Ian, "I know you way longer than you know Amanda. So that's different." He doubles down on staying topless.

Amanda simply twirls around and pulls her shirt back up, but not before flashing Ian a little cleavage.

"True," Ian answered. "But it does feel like I have known you for ages as well, Amanda. One day you showed up at Smosh, you kissed me and here we are!"

Of course. Amanda started all of this. The awkward gray area between coworkers and 'friends' and sexual tensions and halfway cheating on her husband, or is it even halfway? "Why do I always kiss people..." she thought to herself.

Anthony is not happy. "Oh, this is all about your dick again. Haven't we been here before? Haven't we talked through that we're not letting relationships come between us anymore?"

Ian looks a bit nervous now. That does it. Amanda beats him to answer Anthony. "THERE IS NOTHING GOING ON BETWEEN IAN AND ME!" She bolts for the door. "I AM GOING HOME TO MY HUSBAND NOW! I AM NOT IN A RELATIONSHIP WITH IAN!!!" She desperately struggles to open the door. "Bye now, I love Smosh. See you at work." Shit, she used the iconic phrase Shayne said to Court and they are married now.

When she's outside, she collapses on the ground. "What did I get myself into?!" But then she can't help but overhear through the way too thin door of Ian's apartment.

"Anthony, of course I love you the most, what are you afraid of?"

"I'm not afraid, just staking my claim."

"I think you scared Amanda away."

"Good. I think you were on to something though. She did kiss you... first."

"Anth... mmm?" Soft noises ensue, of two people staggering toward the bedroom, soft laughter and- Amanda almost has a heart attack when she thinks she left her phone in the apartment, but then she finds it in her purse. She calls an Uber while fleeing downstairs.

Well, Ian has a type, apparently. And maybe in another life, her and Ian... but in this life, no way. Anthony has staked his claim, as he said. Are her bosses a 'thing' now? It sounded like it... And Amanda isn't even available. This was just a mistake on her part. One thing is for sure: she's never sitting next to Ian at lunch again.

[poisonedspider]

Continued for @stagtic

Angel Dust had been leaning against the bar, naturally doing what he did best - flirting with Husk. He had been giggling over his martini, cheeks slightly flushed as him and Husk talked. Ever since the night the bartender had saved him from being roofied, Husk and him had gotten along swimmingly. Husk didn't seem to push Angel away as much, and the spider didn't seem to push his boundaries for attention.

He had been irritated to be interrupted, to say the least, but he knew that something was going on. Alastor hardly acknowledged his existence unless necessary, unless it benefitted him in some way. In fact, the Radio Demon seemed to see the spider as nothing more than a nuisance, who he just so happened to have to tolerate because he was the first sinner in Charlie's little plan.

He also knew that something had to be amiss when Alastor sounded, well, normal. The tinny radio voice not present, which always caught him off guard. It was much like himself - when he was being genuine, Anthony's voice was certainly different. Less high pitched, more thick in his Brooklyn accent. Which is how he knew that Alastor was being serious, genuine, and Angel sighed, finishing off his drink before smiling at Husk, leaving to head across the foyer.

"Yeah, what is it, Smiles?" He knew the other had said to walk with him, but still, he wanted to be able to slightly know what to prepare for. He also knew when something was an order more than a request - far too accustomed to that with Valentino. And even though Alastor didn't hold his chains, it was almost like he could feel it. "As long as yeh' ain't plannin' on murderin' meh', ah'm fine goin' wherever yeh' want."

[starmanalex]

huskerdust hc’s :)

i’m not gonna lie huskerdust has consumed my every waking thought. because of this here’s some of my head cannons for the two cause i’m having brain rot over them

mostly fluffy btw!

husk would smell like musky cologne, cigars, and whiskey 

angel would smell like strawberry perfume, lillies, and martinis 

angel would tell husk his real name is anthony one day when he was really drunk, but husk never told anyone else. it felt like a little secret that was intimate between the two of them, something too precious to share with the world right away

husks feeds fat nuggets when angel is gone on long shoots. angel appreciates it more than husk realizes

angel is the only one that husk is not ashamed of showing his cat-like tendencies around (purring, rubbing his head on angel, etc)

angels love language is words of affirmation and quality time. husks love language is acts of service, physical touch (when angel is okay receiving it) and words of affirmation 

angel once sobbed for an hour in husk’s arms. husk didn’t try to comfort him with empty words, he just let angel pet him and hug him 

the first time they had sex was awkward, but not scary. they just didn’t know how to act. angel was confused what to do with no cameras, and husk was afraid if he touched angel the wrong way he would break. the two ended up just very gently touching each other and kissing. their bodies eventually united with one another, and husk said that “anthony looked beautiful.” angel felt so loved and cared for. they had very nice aftercare with lots of cuddles and husk saying that angel was very good in a gentle voice (i honestly think angel may have a praise kink for husk) 

they have sex occasionally, and when they do, it’s extremely soft, gentle, intimate sex that leaves both of them feeling vulnerable in the best way possible. it’s never too rough, and husk always makes sure angel is okay

angel once called husky beautiful when he didn’t think he could hear. he did hear it, but was too shy to say anything back and pretended he didn’t hear 

angel only hugs husk. husk always asks for permission first, even tho angel always says it’s okay (what a consent king)

the first time they kissed was in the rain. husk was walking angel home from a bar after a particularly long day. angel paused and husk stared at him with a look of love. like the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, someone that he would cherish forever. angel kissed him very lightly. they didn’t say anything after, just held each others hands and walked back to the hotel. 

husk says that angel is a good boy whenever he comes home after a long day with val. he says it to comfort angel in his own way. angel melts with those words 

husk’s ears droop when angel pets him behind his ears and he starts to purr. he finds it embarrassing. angel thinks it’s absolutely adorable 

when husk is incredibly drunk he tries to flirt like angel used to do in the first couple episodes (but not in an uncomfortable way, just light teasing). angel finds it hilarious because he’s very bad at it 

angel said i love you first. husk was almost too stunned to speak. he just gently held angel and his wings fluffed out, making a little nest for the two to hide in and feel safe and warm 

husk made more of an effort to dress nicely and groom himself after angel became his bf. he pretended he didn’t know what angel was talking about when angel commented on the change

they listen to tv girl together 

husk occasionally buys angel plushies, and gives them to him when he has a bad day. he has them front and center on his bed 

angel once gave husk his sweater. he keeps it in his closet and sleeps with it when angel is out

one time after a very bad day, angel went to husk’s room to sleep there. husk at first refused, thinking it was just a way to try to sleep together. when he saw how sad angel was tho, he let him in and just played with his hair till they both fell asleep

it took a very long time for angel to trust husk completely. he was afraid of being manipulated again. husk never got angry for this, and was very patient with angel. angel was grateful for husk’s patience

[edwardian-girl-next-door]

Feast Days: Martinmas

Anthony Van Dyck ~ "St. Martin Dividing His Cloak" (c.1618)

Happy Martinmas!

Today marks the feast day of St. Martin of Tours, who was bishop there from 371 CE until his death in 397 CE. He is the patron saint of many things, including: against poverty, against alcoholism, the poor, cavalry, Buenos Aires, quartermasters, wool-weavers, soldiers, and tailors, as well as wine growers, makers, and sellers. Whew! He must be very busy.

Keep reading for info about his life, a snitch goose, where the word 'chapel' came from, and how to tell what the weather will be like at Christmas.

His Life

Much of what we know about Martin comes from his hagiographer, Sulpicius Severus, who includes some 'artistic license' that is common in chronicles of the time, and therefore must be taken with a grain of salt.

Martin was born anywhere from 316-336 CE in Savaria, now Szombathely, Hungary. His father was a senior officer in the Roman Army, and as such was given land in northern Italy for his retirement. At the age of 10, Martin attended a Christian church against the wishes of his parents, and became interested in Christianity. Because of his father's status as a veteran, he was required to join the cavalry at 15. Dates surrounding his military service are shaky, but Severus states that, during his time stationed in Gaul, he was riding on horseback when he encountered a poor man with threadbare clothes. Having compassion on him, Martin used his sword to cut his own woolen cloak in two and gave the other half to the man. That night, Jesus Christ appeared to him in a dream, surrounded with angels and wearing half of the cloak. After this, Martin was baptised as a Christian. Though other miracles of his are recorded, this tale is the one most associated with Martin's life. It fits in with depictions of God or his angels in disguise as a beggar, traveller, &c., and is also a narrative found in many other religions and traditions. (Biblical examples include Abraham feeding the three angels in Genesis 18).

Martin dips from the army ~ fresco by Simone Martini (c.1320s)

With his new faith now firmly a part of his life, Martin decided to leave the army. Before a battle near modern-day Worms, Germany, Martin went before Emperor Julian and refused his salary, saying, "I am the soldier of Christ: it is not lawful for me to fight." They threw him in prison for this, but due to ye olde extenuating circumstances, he was released and discharged without further incident.

Martin made his way to modern-day Tours in France and declared himself a hermit, becoming a disciple and friend of Hilary of Tours. Because Christianity was Not OK™ in the Roman Empire, he and Hilary faced a lot of discrimination, including corporal punishment and exile. After converting his mother to Christianity and having numerous adventures, like living pretty much alone on an island, he and Hilary settled down in and around Poitiers, where Martin established Ligugé Abbey. It is the oldest known monastery in Europe! Martin made it his home base while he preached throughout western Gaul.

In 371 CE, the bishop of Tours died, and Martin was considered a good candidate for a successor. However, he liked living as a hermit and monk, and they resorted to tricking him into coming to Tours and then forced him to become the bishop. Legend holds that he tried to hide in a barn, but a honking goose gave him away. Hence he is the patron saint of geese, which I think is adorable. Martin proved true to his hermit ways, living very simply in huts with his monks. He established a rudimentary parish system, through which he visited different Christian communities and established monasteries. He was very determined in his efforts to convert local Pagans, as well as protect Christian institutions from unfriendly sects in the area, and in some cases he was successful. He died in 371 CE, already a venerated man. His popularity was ensured by his adoption by various French royals and by the Third Republic as a national symbol.

Martin has been portrayed by several famous artists, including Van Dyck, Peter Bruegel the Elder, and El Greco. He is usually portrayed on horseback, dividing his cloak for the poor man, though occasionally he can be seen riding a donkey. This references another story in his life about the time where he met the Devil and outwitted him. It also connects him to the image of Jesus riding a donkey into Jerusalem (recounted in Mark 1:1-11).

Martinmas and its Traditions

Martin lent his legacy to a host of English words and phrases, including those relating to the word 'chapel'. Temporary buildings that held the relic of his cloak (cappa in Latin) were referred to as cappella, and hence the word 'chapel' was born. A similar thing happened to the word 'chaplain', which derived from the word for the priest in charge of the cloak.

Though the Anglo-Saxon church did celebrate St. Martin to some extent, more references to Martinmas celebrations begin to crop up after Norman Conquest of 1066, when the Frenchman William the Conqueror invaded England. Supposedly, he promised to build an abbey dedicated to Martin if his invasion of England was successful. William was very likely familiar with the early Mediaeval association of the battle-hungry rulers of France with St. Martin, and was possibly responsible for his increased popularity in England.

In England and Scotland, and indeed through much of western Europe, Martinmas became a celebration marking the culmination of the harvest and the beginning of winter. From the late fourth century through the late Middle Ages, it also served a similar purpose to Mardi Gras/Carnivale: a period of fasting was ordained for the day after Martinmas through Christmas, so Martinmas was your last chance to stuff your face for a long time! (This period later became Advent, though with much laxer rules). As such, it was a time for feasting, celebration, bonfires, getting really drunk, and even events such as bull-running, as in Stamford, Lincolnshire. It was also a time for the end-of-harvest tasks, such as sowing winter wheat and slaughtering pigs and cattle. An old English saying goes, "His Martinmas will come, as it does to every hog", meaning, "they will get their comeuppance" or "everyone dies someday". Due to Martin's association with geese, some celebrated with a roast goose, but in Britain particularly it was also popular to eat salted pork or beef. For those not rich enough to have a goose, a duck or hen would also suffice. Other traditional fare included black pudding, haggis, and the first wine of the season.

On the business side of things, Martinmas served as a quarter day in Scotland and in parts England. A quarter day was one of four days on which major legal business was conducted. Servants and labourers would be hired or let go, rent was paid, contracts would begin or end, &c. Hiring fairs would be held for agricultural labourers seeking employment, and there would also be entertainment, food, trading, and other scenes of merriment. One of the most famous Martinmas fairs was at Nottingham in England, which lasted eight days.

Like many other English holidays, there is weather folklore associated with Martinmas. To have a warm fall and winter is to have a "St. Martin's Summer". If Martinmas proves an icy day, Christmas (or the rest of the winter) will be very warm. The rhyme puts it more pithily: "If the geese at Martin's Day stand on ice, they will walk in mud at Christmas".

If you stand at the back of the church and observe the congregation on Martinmas, those with a halo of light around their heads will not be alive by next Martinmas.

Interior of St. Martin-in-the-Fields, with a funky window!

The church of St. Martin-in-the-fields in Trafalgar Square in London is named after Martin. Many people commemorated there are associated with his anti-war sentiments -- these include Vera Brittain, a memoirist and pacifist; and Dick Sheppard, founder of the Peace Pledge Union. The church also supports houseless and vulnerably housed people.

The holiday gradually fell out of practice due to the English Reformation (when England split from the Catholic Church throughout the 1500s) and the Interregnum (Puritan republican government, 1649-1660). The observance of Armistice Day on the same day largely overshadowed the holiday in the UK, though many regions in Western Europe still take part in traditional festivities.

Martinmas is celebrated on 12 October in the Eastern Orthodox Church.

If You're Still Interested...

"The Life of St. Martin" by Sulpicius Severus himself! (pdf)

Pot Roast Martimas Beef Recipe by Chatsworth House

Sources

Historic UK

Wikipedia (Martin of Tours)

Wikipedia (St. Martin's Day)

Fisheaters.com

The Encyclopedia of Saints by Rosemary Ellen Guiley

"Medieval English "Martinmesse": The Archaeology of a Forgotten Festival" by Martin Walsh (via jstor)

[hitchell-mope]

(Third film. After “who better than me”. The screen splits in two, similar to the end of Do You Wanna Build A Snowman from Frozen as Uma rushes to the door and pounds on it, crying her eyes out, begging Gil not to leave her as he runs away in a hurry)

Uma: GIL! GIL!!!! DON’T LEAVE ME!!!! I DONT WANT TO BE ALONE GIL!!!! PLEASE!!!! PLEASE DONT LEAVE ME!!!! I don’t want to be alone. I don’t like the dark.

(Meanwhile, in another part of the palace, the rest of The Royal Court are celebrating the completion of the rebuilding process. To that end. Mal and Jay have jumped up on the bar. This is when “if I didn’t have you” happens. After the song. Carlos shoos Mal and Jay off the bar, takes their place on it and addresses the others)

Carlos: yes, yes. We rebuilt everything. We’re so smart. We’re so happy. Yaaaay! But do we really want my mother hogging the karaoke machine? I think not.

Ben: low blow buddy.

Carlos: but true father. But. True. Now. Who wants ME to perform?

(Everyone cheers)

Carlos: good answer. Diego. With me.

(This is when “it’s all love” happens. After the song. Evie stands up and raises her glass to Carlos)

Evie: thank you for that C. Now who would like to hear me and Doug sing a real song?

Quinn: please.

Doug: how does no.20 sound?

Evie: I loooove no.20. Nobody join in. Just us two. Lonnie. Hit it.

(This is when “don’t go breaking my heart” happens. After the song)

Anthony: that was very nice guys. But how about we all have a go now?

Evie (whining): oh but why.

Mal: because he said so. You gotta respect your elders sis.

Anthony: hurtful.

Mal: ah but true.

Anthony:....yeah....Let’s see now. No.48? Carlos?

Carlos: that’ll do. Ma? Pa?

Ben: ooooh yes.

Mal: ‘bout time we did a group number.

Freddie: then let’s do it!

(Everyone looks at her quizzically)

Freddie: what? I haven’t said anything for a while.

Everyone: let’s do it!

(This is when “sing” happens. After the song. Hadie gently removes his hand from Anthony’s and approaches Mal)

Hadie: hey Mally can we talk?

Mal: hey bro. Wanna drink? We got beer, vermouth, whisky, vodka. Not gin because it Carlos nightmares. What’re you in the mood for?

Hadie: we need to talk about Harry.

(Mal’s hand, still holding her knife, zooms to a stop less than an inch above a martini olive. Thinking fast, Ben magic’s away the knife and every piece of sharp cutlery away from Mal)

Mal: thank you sweetheart. Could you um. Take everyone but uh the boys and Evie away somewhere else. Please?

Ben: as you wish. And Hadie.

Hadie: yeah?

Ben: you’ve fucked up. Again.

Hadie: yep.

(Ben teleports the others away, leaving Hadie alone with the core four)

Hadie: okay hear me out.

Mal: no.

Hadie: Mally please.

Mal: I said no Hadie. How many times do you want to say it? No. No. No. And no. Is that enough for you? Or maybe you want to hear it in a different language? No. Óchi. Non. Nō! Is that enough for you Hadie? Is it? Is that enough for you big brotha?

Jay: don’t do the accent. You sound like a chav.

Mal: right. Sorry.

Hadie: Mally please. He was our brother. The least we can do now that the trench has opened is go look for his remains.

Mal: no! It was your brother! Your fault! Your mistake! Not mine.

Hadie: what’s that supposed to mean?

Evie: believe me. You do not want to know.

Mal: we’re not looking for it. Because the current most likely scenario is that an angler fish has already found it, eaten it and she’s it out.

Hadie (nearing tears): don’t talk like that. Please don’t talk like that. Our brother deserves a fune-

(Mal let’s put a cold, high, piercing laugh that sends ice up everyone’s spine and she doesn’t stop until Hadie backs away)

Mal: you really think it deserves a funeral? Did Carlos to get chased down and slashed open with a hook when he was eleven years old? Did Ben deserve to be kidnapped and early just because of his connection to me? Don’t you dare tell me what it deserves. Because as far as I’m concerned. It already got what it deserved. And my only regret is that I didn’t kill it myself.

Hadie: you don’t mean that.

Carlos: the hell ahead doesn’t.

(He takes his shirt off)

Carlos: this right here on my back. Where it flayed me open like a haddock on a board. It’s been seven years and you still see the scars. Does that seem like the image of your brother that you had in your head? Does it Uncle Hadie?

Evie: I saved Carlos. I pulled Harry off of him. And broke Harry’s leg in two.

Jay: that’s why Mal let Evie into the gang.

Mal: after I kicked her into the barriers roof for tattling on us when we were eight.

Carlos: take a good look Uncle. This is what your precious innocent baby brother did to me.

Mal: just not the scar on his neck. That was all Cruella.

Hadie: why don’t you have a belly button?

Jay: our fault.

Mal: yeah. We were eight. We didn’t know what navels are because we don’t have them and we thought it was a wound. We vanished it.

Hadie: huh. Anyway, anyway. I’m begging you. Please. Allow a search for our brother’s remains so he can be properly buried.

Mal: no.

Hadie: why not?

Mal: because I didn’t like it. Ben didn’t like it. Jay, Carlos and Evie didn’t like it. Nobody liked it apart from you and dad.

Hadie: Uma liked him.

Mal: oh. I don’t see you beseeching her to throw it a funeral. Now I wonder why that is(?) Oh yes. Because YOU hate her. So you come crawling to me in the hopes that I’ll forget that I hate him once look into your sad, sad yellow eyes(.) You bet on the wrong dragon Haydes. Now get out of here before I horrifically lose my temper and conveniently forget that you’re my brother.

Jay (getting an idea): hey Mal. What if we....

(He leans over and whispers in Mal’s ear. As he does so Mal face splits into a very wide and very cruel Cheshire Cat grin)

Mal: ooooh. I like that. Yo Hadie. (She sends a stream of magic into Ben’s walk-in wardrobe)

Mal: though there you’ll find a little mock up theoretical funeral for Harry planned by us. But be warned. Once you’re there you can’t leave until the sequence is over.

(Hadie speeds through the door)

Mal (aside to the others): he is soooo gonna regret that. Let’s go.

(They all walk into Ben’s wardrobe. On the other side is a lavish outdoor funeral. Very traditional. Bright and sunny. Everyone is wearing black. A giant portrait of a bruised and battered Harry is hanging on a black velvet curtain behind a podium. Carlos steps up to the podium. This is when “homecoming” happens. After the song. Persey gets back to their family’s residence)

Persey: hey guys. Can’t stay long. Somethings up with u-Kay. What’s dad doing?

Persephone: Sherlocking it my dear. Your father is Sherlocking it.

Persey: not a word.

Persephone: right. Sorry. Your father is going through her brain in hopes of finding a memory of Harry being happy to see her.

Persey: why?

Persephone: she thinks she saw Harry earlier.

Persey: what?

Hades: I don’t think I saw him. I know I saw him floating across the courtyard. Not eight hours ago.

Persey: eight hours. Dad listen to me very carefully and think extremely hard. Where was “Harry” supposedly going?

Hades: to the enchanted lake.

Persey: right. Okay. Oh boy this is bad. This is very, very bad. Mom. Stop dad from trying to find Harry. By any means necessary. I gotta go.

Persephone: where are you going?

Persey (already running out the door): to circumvent disaster!

(On their way back the kings office Persey bumps into Gil who’s heading in opposite direction. The two of them spin around, holding onto each other’s arms until they settle down)

Persey and Gil: where’s Mal? How should I know? I just got back! I’m asking you! Stop copying me! Argh!

Persey: oh this isn’t gonna work!

(They spot Ben coming out of the castles bar)

Persey: BEN! Benbenbenben! Come with us!

Ben: whoah! What’s happening? Where are we going?

Persey and Gil: we’ll explain on the way!

(Back in the kings residence. Mal is at the bar, once again, pointedly ignoring her older brothers pained pleas)

Hadie: please Mally. Please. I know you can get Ben on side. I can do the rest.

Mal: Carlos. You and Doug have been reading up on dimensions of magic. Do you know if a god can be executed?

Carlos: yes. But they’d reconstitute in ten working days.

Mal: good. If Hadie keeps bleating then we can hang him.

Hadie: you don’t mean that.

Carlos: oooh but she does.

Hadie: no. No I refuse to believe that. If she didn’t feel anything about our brother dying she wouldn’t have those tears in her eyes CHRIST!!!!

(Mal’s had enough and thrown a bottle of bourbon at Hadie that narrowly misses shatters against the wall behind him)

Mal: ENOUGH HADIE!!!! ENOUGH!!!! OKAY!!!! ENOUGH!!!! WE HATED IT!!!! WITH EVERY FIBRE OF OUR BEINGS WE HATED IT!!!! AND RIGHT NOW-oh my god Carlos! I am so sorry!

(She rushes over to Carlos and pulls him into a crushing hug)

Carlos (unaffected but embarrassed): I’m okay, ma. Ma, I’m okay. Finish what you were doing.

Mal: are you sure?

Carlos: yes. I’m sure.

Mal: okay.

(She uses magic to throw Hadie throw the wall. Next thing he knows, Hadie’s falling through the blackness until he lands in a void filled with the rotting corpses of Harry Hook)

Mal (her skin green and covered in scales, her horns large and curling outwards, her hair and dress purple flame, walking through the corpses and tearing them apart like tissue paper as her voice reverberates inside of Hadie’s head): you want ussss to locate and hold a funeral for a dead basssstard who we hated and who hated ussss! And after all of thissss I have. Jusssst. One. Quesssstion.

Hadie (on his knees, his hands covering his ears and sobbing his eyes out): WHAT?!?! WHAT?!?! WHAHAHAT?!?!

(The illusion ends and they’re back in the kings residence)

Mal: why?

Hadie (still shuddering in terror): huh?

(This is when “requiem” happens. After the song. Ben, Gil and Persey rush in, panicked and very, very scared)

Gil: is everyone okay?

Mal: yeah. Yeah I um. I just had a little tiff with my big brother.

Carlos: the moron thought he could beg us to look for hook’s corpse.

Gil (chuckling nervously): about that....heheh.

(Cut to the Enchanted Lake)

Mal (from hundreds of miles away): WHAAAAAAAAAAT?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

(Back in the palace. Mal and Gil are running at full speed towards Milo’s offices. On their way they pass Ben’s Ego and Mal’s Id)

Ego: this is really bad isn’t it?

Id: oh honey. Only for Uma. For us it’s all going to be wildly entertaining.

(He looks directly at the audience again)

Id: enjoy.

(Mal and Gil are greeted by Facillier at Milo’s observation office. Through the two way mirror Mal can clearly see the spectral Harry floating around Uma’s terrified head)

Mal: shit.

Gil: he really is back then.

Facillier: not fully your highness. Nothing more than a ghost.

Mal: a poltergeist you mean.

Facillier: you need your fix this your grace.

Mal: not Celia. Not my problem. By the way. How the hell can you see it?

Facillier: I was dead once. The after effects are exceedingly long lasting.

Mal: oh.

Facillier: and yes you do need to help my daughter. You’re family. And this is what family does for each other.

Mal: oh god how did this happen?

(This is when “the kids aren’t alright” happens. After the song. Ben walks into his office to find Mal, Evie, Hades, Persephone and the twins lined up in front of his desk in military fashion)

Ben: not that I don’t like a nice family meeting but why do you all look like you’re waiting for me to tell you to activate the Zords and stop Emperor Grumm?

Mal: Persey and Gil were right. Harris a ghost and it’s haunting Uma.

Ben: ah. Wait. If this is about Uma why is Evie here?

Doug: Persey’s holding her sewing machine hostage.

Ben: that’s fair. Okay so. What’s the first order of business? Oh and uh. At ease.

(The gods and demigods relax)

Mal: we need to figure out how it came back.

Doug: Carlos thought it was the black cauldron.

Hadie: but I deactivated it when we won.

Ben: how so?

Hadie: I’m a god. I jumped into it then reconstituted a few seconds later.

Ben: if you say so Captain Jack. Right then. Any other theories?

Persey: oh no. Oh nononononono

Mal: what?

Persey: I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.

Ben: what Persey? What is it?

Persey: I think it was me. I think I left The Door open when I sent Verna to asphodel during the Processing.

Ben: right....

Mal (thinking quickly): Pain! Panic!

Pain and Panic: princess?

Mal: go to the underworld. Check and double check every door and opening. Make sure none of the dead can get through. We can’t risk any more leakages.

(The imps disappear)

Mal: Boss. Take dad and Hadie back to Olympus please.

Persey (nearing tears): Mal I am so-

Mal: it doesn’t matter. I don’t care about that. This is just a precaution. We can’t afford to have them trying to talk to it.

Persey: right.

(They teleport themselves, Hades and Hadie back home)

Ben: good thinking Mal.

Mal: thanks.

Doug: what do we do about Uma though?

Evie: I say we kill her. We can use your axe.

Mal: shaddup Evie. We’re not doing that. We’ll have to isolate her in her suite

Ben: are you sure?

Mal: yes. No. I don’t know. All I know is we can’t have Uma walking around until we get rid of the ghost floating about her head. We need to protect her as well as everybody else. Because if she finds a way to bring it back. We are all screwed.

(In Uma’s suite. She’s shivering with terror as Harry’s ghost gently unravels her now fully lavenderbraids. This is when “it’s a dangerous game” happens. After the song. Uma wrests herself away from his grip)

Uma: you’re not here. You can’t be here. You’re dead. I saw you die. You’re dead!

Harry: I know that. Why’d ya think I ain’t got legs? But you can fix that.

Uma (covering her ears with her hands in a futile effort to block Harry out): you’re not here. You’re not here. You’re not here. You’re not here.

Harry (taking Uma’s hands off of her ears): oh but I am. You can’t escape this Uma. I need to come back. To prove them wrong. To prove my bitch sister wrong. We need each other.

Uma: NO!

(She turns towards the mirror but she can still see Harry. This is when “my demons” happens. After the song. In the infirmary. Mal, Gil, Freddie and Celia are watching as Uma gets sedated)

Gil: is he still here?

Mal: yep.

Celia: I told her. Back in Arendelle. I fucking told her this would kill her.

Freddie: what’s happening to my sister?

Mal: Harry’s back. He’s haunting Uma. And what the hell do you mean by you said that what would kill her?

Celia: she tried to switch her magic from sea witch to voodoo.

Mal: shit.

Freddie: I’m not following. Like. At all.

Odie: there’s a hierarchy to magic.

[alphacrone]

got hyped up on an espresso martini last night and wrote this in my notes app without any actual idea of or plans to write a fic around it whoops. (TCS au where lucy doesn't flee to portland row)

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To his surprise, and minor concern, it was Barnes at the door.

“Inspector,” Lockwood said. “What can I do for you?”

“Is Carlyle here?” Barnes asked gruffly.

Lockwood raised an eyebrow. “No, sir, she hasn’t lived here for several months. I can give you her new address-“

“I’ve just come from there,” Barnes interrupted, rubbing his eyes tiredly. “May I come in?”

Lockwood let Barnes brush past him, and they settled into armchairs facing each other in the sitting room. What sort of trouble could Lucy have already gotten herself into? It hadn’t been all that long since they’d worked the cannibal job together.

“Have you seen Miss Carlyle recently?” Barnes asked, pulling Lockwood from his thoughts.

“Yes, about a week ago,” Lockwood answered. “We hired her for a case brought to us by Penelope Fittes.”

“What day exactly?” Barnes pulled out his notepad and started jotting things down.

“Er…Tuesday,” Lockwood answered. “Or I suppose Wednesday, since it went all night.”

“So the early hours of Wednesday,” Barnes summarized. “Have you heard anything from her since then?”

“No…” Something felt wrong. There was a tight look in Barnes’ eyes. “Inspector, what’s happened to Lucy?”

“She’s missing,” Barnes said. “Missed a job with Rotwell and the supervisor couldn’t get a hold of her, so he reported it to us. A team went to her flat and found it ransacked. None of her neighbors have seen her since Wednesday afternoon.”

It was like all the blood drained from Lockwood’s body at once. He felt cold and lightheaded, chest hollow, heart stopped. Lucy was in trouble. Lucy was in trouble and he couldn’t help her.

“Have you phoned her family?” Lockwood heard himself ask. “Her mum and sisters?”

Barnes nodded. “They haven’t heard from her.”

Lockwood mentally cycled through everyone else Lucy knew. Him and George and Holly, obviously. Arif, though she had no reason to stop by his store these days. Their usual cabbie, Jake, thought he tended to keep to the area around Marylebone.

“Kipps,” Lockwood said. “They’re…almost friends. Maybe he’s heard from her.”

Barnes wrote that down. “I’ll have someone give him a call.” He paused, then gave Lockwood a serious look. “We…we are suspecting foul play. Like I said, her place had been trashed. Can you think of anyone who might have a motive?”

“Adelaide Winkman,” Lockwood said almost immediately. “Though I would think she’d come after me first.”

“I’ll post someone outside your house for the next few days,” Barnes said. “Just in case. Anyone else?”

Other than the Winkmans, most of the people Lockwood and Lucy had pissed off in recent months were dead. Fairfax, Joplin, many, many relic men…

“No,” he said quietly. “Not unless Mr. Aickmere is still upset about the poltergeist incident.”

It had meant to be a joke, but neither of them laughed. Barnes set down his notepad and fixed Lockwood with a serious stare.

“Anthony,” he said softly, chilling Lockwood to the bone. “You need to prepare yourself for the worst.”

The worst. So Barnes thought Lucy was already dead. Perhaps that was logical, given how long she’d been missing. But she couldn’t be dead. Lockwood was certain he’d know if she was, would have felt it as keenly as he had felt her absence every day for months.

“Right,” was all he could say in response.

Barnes gripped his shoulder tightly for a moment, a small gesture of comfort, then rose to his feet. “Call me if you hear anything. You have my number.”

Lockwood nodded and followed Barnes to the door, seeing him out. As soon as the man was gone, Lockwood sank to the floor.

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Birthdays 8.31

Beer Birthdays

Johanna Heileman (1831)

Theo Flissebaalje (1949)

Michael J. Ferguson (1953)

Five Favorite Birthdays

James Coburn; actor (1928)

Van Morrison; Irish singer (1945)

Frank Robinson; Baltimore Orioles OF, manager (1935)

Glenn Tilbrook; English singer, songwriter (1957)

Gary Webb; journalist (1955)

Famous Birthdays

Richard Basehart; actor (1914)

Julie Brown; comedian, actor (1954)

Agnes Bulmer; English poet & author (1775)

Caligula; Roman emperor (12 B.C.E.)

Eldridge Cleaver; activist (1935)

Roger Dean; English illustrator, artist (1944)

Lowell Ganz; screenwriter (1948)

Richard Gere; actor (1949)

Debbie Gibson; pop singer (1970)

Arthur Godfrey; actor (1903)

Buddy Hackett; comedian, actor (1924)

Georg Jensen; Danish silversmith (1866)

György Károly; Hungarian poet and author (1953)

Foghorn Leghorn; cartoon rooster (1946)

Alan Jay Lerner; lyricist (1918)

Helen Levitt; photographer & cinematographer (1913)

Bernard Lovell; English astronomer (1913)

Fredric March; actor (1897)

Jean-Paul-Égide Martini; French composer (1741)

Maria Montessori; educator (1870)

Edwin Moses; olympic runner (1955)

Itzhak Perlman; violinist (1945)

Hugh David Politzer; physicist (1949)

Amilcare Ponchielli; classical composer (1834)

William Saroyan; writer (1908)

Montgomery "Scotty" Scott; Star Trek character (2222)

G.D. Spradlin; actor (1920)

Anthony Thistlethwaite; English saxophonist & bassist (1955)

Chris Tucker; actor (1972)

Bob Welch; singer & guitarist (1945)

Herbert Wise; Austrian-English director (1924)

Raymond Williams; Welsh author (1921)

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Février MMXXIV

Films

Maigret voit rouge (1963) de Gilles Grangier avec Jean Gabin, Michel Constantin, Vittorio Sanipoli, Paul Frankeur, Guy Decomble, Françoise Fabian, Paulette Dubost, Laurence Badie, Roland Armontel et Jacques Dynam

L’Étau (Topaz) (1969) d'Alfred Hitchcock avec Frederick Stafford, Dany Robin, Claude Jade, Michel Subor, Karin Dor, John Vernon, Michel Piccoli, Philippe Noiret et John Forsythe

Flic Story (1975) de Jacques Deray avec Alain Delon, Jean-Louis Trintignant, Renato Salvatori, Claudine Auger, Maurice Biraud, André Pousse, Mario David et Paul Crauchet

Poupoupidou (2011) de Gérald Hustache-Mathieu avec Jean-Paul Rouve, Sophie Quinton, Guillaume Gouix, Olivier Rabourdin, Joséphine de Meaux, Arsinée Khanjian, Clara Ponsot et Éric Ruf

Air Force One (1997) de Wolfgang Petersen avec Harrison Ford, Gary Oldman, Glenn Close, Wendy Crewson, Liesel Matthews, Paul Guilfoyle, William H. Macy et Dean Stockwell

Bob Marley: One Love (2024) de Reinaldo Marcus Green avec Kingsley Ben-Adir, Lashana Lynch, James Norton, Henry Douthwaite, Sevana, Hector Lewis et Tosin Cole

Sister Act (1992) d'Emile Ardolino avec Whoopi Goldberg, Maggie Smith, Kathy Najimy, Wendy Makkena, Mary Wickes, Harvey Keitel, Bill Nunn et Robert Miranda

Astérix : Le Domaine des dieux (2014) d'Alexandre Astier et Louis Clichy avec Roger Carel, Lorànt Deutsch, Guillaume Briat, Alexandre Astier, Alain Chabat, Élie Semoun, Géraldine Nakache, Artus de Penguern, Lionnel Astier et François Morel

Race for Glory: Audi vs. Lancia (2024) de Stefano Mordini avec Riccardo Scamarcio, Daniel Brühl, Volker Bruch, Katie Clarkson-Hill, Esther Garrel, Gianmaria Martini : Hannu Mikkola et Haley Bennett

Buster (1988) de David Green avec Phil Collins, Julie Walters, Larry Lamb, Stephanie Lawrence, Ellie Beaven, Michael Attwell, Ralph Brown et Anthony Quayle

Laura (1944) d'Otto Preminger avec Gene Tierney, Dana Andrews, Clifton Webb, Vincent Price, Judith Anderson, Dorothy Adams et Lane Chandler

Séries

Affaires sensibles

Présidentielle de 1995 : un scandale d'Etat - Michèle Mouton, le Groupe B et les Finlandais volants - Les Ecoutes de la République - La secte du temple solaire, le drame d’une société secrète - Munich 1972 : destin tragique d'un rêve olympique - Les révoltés des Jeux olympiques - Le crash de la Germanwings - Alexandre Litvinenko, victime d’un permis de tuer - Martin Luther King : la naissance d’une icône - Martin Luther King : du rêve au cauchemar - Dans l'ombre de Gérard Lebovici - Macron 2017, le traitre méthodique - Kurt Cobain, portrait d’une génération - Crash au mont Saint Odile

Maguy Saison 1

Rose et Marguerite, c'est le bouquet - Babar et Bécassine se mènent en bateau - Docteur j'abuse - L'union fait le divorce - L'annonce faite à Maguy - Le coupe-Georges - Amoral, morale et demie - Cinquante bougies, ça vous éteint ! - A visage redécouvert'' - Le serment d'hypocrite - Tu me trompes ou je me trompe ? - Comment boire sans déboires - Un veuf brouillé - Le père Noël dans ses petits souliers - L'emprunt ruse - Tous les couples sont permis - L'amant de la famille - Travail, famille, pas triste - Blague de fiançailles - Macho, boulot, dodo - Mi-flic, mi-raisin - Trop polyvalent pour être honnête - La traîtresse de maison - Les trois font la paire - Un grain peut en cacher un autre - La quittance déloyale - Belle-mère, tel fils - Manège à quatre - Comme un neveu sur la soupe - Toutou, mais pas ça ! - A corde et à cri - Jamais deux sans quatre - L'amant comme il respire - Le chômage, ça vous travaille ? - La faillite nous voilà ! - Le divin divan - Toubib or not toubib - L'écolo est fini - Loto, route du bonheur

La croisière s'amuse Saison 2

Un contrat en or - Le Magicien - Copie confuse - Un travail d'équipe - Accrochez-vous au bastingage - Le Célèbre Triangle - Joyeux Anniversaire : première partie - Il y a si longtemps déjà - Passion - Un coup de roulis - Docteur, vous êtes fou - La Petite Illusion - Donne moi ma chance - Qui vivra verra - Réunion de travail : deuxième partie - Méfiez vous de votre meilleure amie - Vague à l'âme - L'amour est aveugle - Chassé croisé

Downton Abbey Saison 6

À l'aube d'un nouveau monde - Le Piège des émotions - En pleine effervescence - Une histoire moderne - Plus de peur que de mal - En toute franchise - Aller de l'avant - Les Sœurs ennemies - Le Plus Beau des cadeaux

Kaamelott Livre IV

Le Jeu de la guerre - Le Rêve d’Ygerne - Les Chaperons - L’Habitué - Le Camp romain - L’Usurpateur - Loth et le Graal - Le Paladin - Perceval fait ritournelle - La Dame et le Lac - Beaucoup de bruit pour rien - L’Ultimatum - Le Oud II - La Répétition - Le Discours - Le Choix de Gauvain - Fluctuat nec mergitur - Le Face-à-face : première partie - Le Face-à-face : deuxième partie - L’Entente cordiale - L’Approbation - Alone in the Dark II - La Blessure d’Yvain - Corpore sano II - L’Enchanteur - Les Bien Nommés - La Prisonnière - Les Paris III - Les Plaques de dissimulation - Le Vice de forme - Le Renoncement première partie - Le Renoncement deuxième partie - L’Inspiration - Les Endettés - Double Dragon - Le Sauvetage - Le Désordre et la Nuit

Coffre à Catch

#153 : Finlay, le retour ! - #154 : Gloire aux Heels ! - #155 : Les débuts historiques de Sheamus ! - #156 : Les Bella Twins arrivent à la ECW ! - #18 ; CM Punk continue d'impressionner & quelqu'un fait du vélo ! - #12 : Le Push de CM Punk + Bsahtek le Bikini !

Castle Saison 4

Sexpionnage - Jeux de pouvoir - Une vie de chien - Le Papillon Blue - Pandore, première partie - Pandore, deuxième partie - Il était une fois un crime - Danse avec la mort - 47 secondes - Au service de sa majesté - Chasseurs de têtes - Mort vivant - Jusqu'à la mort s'il le faut

Les Brigades du Tigre Saison 1

Ce siècle avait sept ans… - Nez de chien - Les Vautours - Visite incognito - La Confrérie des loups - La Main noire

Alfred Hitchcock présente Saison 2, 6

Incident de parcours - Pièce de musée - Reconnaissance

The Grand Tour Saison 5

Trop de sable

La ville Noire

Première partie - Deuxième partie

Les Petits Meurtres d'Agatha Christie Saison 3

Mortel Karma

Spectacles

Monsieur chasse (1978) de Alain Feydeau avec Michel Roux, William Sabatier, Françoise Fleury, Yvonne Gaudeau, Pierre Mirat, Xavier Vanderberghe, Michel Mayou, Bernard Durand et Roland Oberlin

La Bagatelle (1977) de Jean Meyer avec Amarande, Patrick Préjean, Jacques Balutin, Brigitte Chamarande Bel, René Lefevre, Pierre Aufrey et Didier Roussel

Femmes en colère (2023) de Stéphane Hillel avec Lisa Martino, Gilles Kneusé, Hugo Lebreton, Nathalie Boutefeu, Fabrice de la Villehervé, Sophie Artur, Clément Koch, Magali Lange, Aude Thirion et Béatrice Michel

La Pélerine écossaise (1972) de Sacha Guitry avec Jean Piat, Geneviève Casile, Philippe Etesse, Robert Manuel, Raymond Baillet, Françoise Petit, Alain Souchères, Janine Roux et Ly Sary

Livres

Piège de chaleur de Richard Castle

Spirou et Fantasio, tome 15 : Z comme Zorglub de André Franquin, Jidéhem et Greg

Kaamelott, tome 1 : L'Armée du Nécromant d'Alexandre Astier, Benoît Bekaert et Steven Dupré

OSS 117 : Tactique Arctique de Jean Bruce

Astérix, tome 17 : Le Domaine des dieux de René Goscinny et Albert Uderzo

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𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐒 — a private, multimuse blog for lawlessfm

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𝐁𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐎 "𝐁𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐘" 𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐎. the temptation. thirty-three. priest @ st. anthony of padua church. replicant.

introduction / interactions / musings

𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐘𝐔 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐍. the firebrand. thirty-five. owner of olive branch martini bar. consigliere of dead hand.

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𝐉𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐀 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐃. the king-killer. forty-four. owner of the new york ballet company. boss of white crocodiles.

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𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐗 “𝐇𝐄𝐗”  𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍. the hacktivist. thirty. junior coder @ stoneage industries. hacker.

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𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐈𝐍. the plague doctor. fifty-eight. baba yaga (killer) of the terrors.

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Random headcanons about Astra 

His favorite things in mathematics are the Lucky Numbers. Basically a maths’ little trick between primal and natural numbers, often used in complex equations. He has based an entire thesis about the lucky numbers in an astronomical context.  

Astra was a disaster as a student in university, not because he was not good at what he was majoring (physics and mathematics) but because he was a slack, drunk, and too many times late for classes and too much of a troublemaker with the other students.

Astra was kicked off the university but he still was able to graduate. The reasons behind his expulsion was because of the illegal money bets he was holding for card games.  

He doesn’t like sweets, but he would always have dark chocolate during the day, mostly for magnesium purpose. It helps with the brain and to remain focus. 

His favorite drink are dry martinis, manhattan cocktails, or red wine. He doesn’t like rosé wine at all, he finds the taste particularly vulgar and girlish. 

Astra owns at least five different apartments downtown, and other houses in the suburbs. It’s mostly in case he needs to hide somewhere and has to hide. He likes to deceive people with fake addresses. Two apartments are expensive with a rooftop locations, and others are more modest. 

Astra favorite’s song his Killer Queen by Queen. That’s also why he has picked the name Anthony Queen. There’s also another hidden clue regarding his real name in that decision. 

Most of the records regarding Astra stopped around the age of 22 years old and no one has been able to retrace his life before that. That was when he was forced to enter the Lenio to reimburse his debts. All traces of his true identity have been destroyed by cyber pirates organizations, paid by Astra. 

There are several guns hidden inside Astra’s apartments and office, but he would rather never use them for hygienic purpose. 

He has a B- blood type.