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This Week in BL - Things are Very Mixed

May 2023 Wk 1

Being a highly subjective assessment of one tiny corner of the interwebs. Organized by which ones (in each category) I’m enjoying most.

Ongoing Series - Thai

Step By Step (Thai Tues WeTV & Gaga) ep 3 of 10 (MDL still says 12, but Gaga still says 10) - The subs are janky on YT, so you might want to watch this on Gaga. This is such a good show, it just feels so much more authentic to an office environment and first job then anything else I’ve seen in BL. Now that might be because it has western source material, or it might be because it is actually kind of old-fashioned (it’s been years since I worked as an office grunt). While the authenticity may be a little triggering for some, I love how much tension it adds to the leads’ dynamic and the quality of the narrative. I also really love the brothers’ relationship, now that we got to see them on screen together for a bit. Walk of shame was great! Oh look, character development, how novel. This is what Boss & Babe should have been. Not sold on the sides tho it’s nice to see a faen fatal as the main character in a dynamic for a change.

La Pluie (Sat iQIYI) ep 2 of 10 - This one is really grabbing me by the throat. I love the starter concepts, what a fantastic twist on a meet cute not to mention soulmates. I hope we spend more time with the vet and his coworkers, they seem awesome. And another surprise, the guy we think is being set up to be the brother’s love interest is now clearly interested in the wrong brother. I love the trope subversions going on with this show!

Our Skyy 2 (The Eclipse) eps 5-6 - FirstKhao are just ridiculously cute as a couple. Honestly? Aye just seems like he would be a lot of work as a lover. I’m not as wild about the premise of this installment, with the film clips and stuff (as I was of NlMG’s installment). And then, the singing. Oh well, you can’t have everything. I gotta say, First is a great crier, although I don’t think this story warranted his tears. In the end? My feelings on this installment were mixed, the movie storyline didn’t grab me and the birthday storyline seems a touch mean spirited, but I do think it adds substantially to the original Eclipse rather than feeling superfluous or slapdash like many of the other Our Skyys. So I’m going to go with 8/10

Future (Thai Sun YouTube & Gaga) ep 6fin - More of the same (which I like) but I’m glad it ended. Didn’t need to get dragged out. Such drama over nothing. In the end? This is just a soft sweet cotton candy fluff piece about a younger boy who pursues an older boy and then manufactures silly gay drama. Nothing wrong with that. But I don’t think this style of BL really appeals to a very large market share. Will I rewatch it? Sure. Will anyone else? Nope. 7/10 RECOMMENDED WITH RESERVATIONS.

Pastsenger (Thai Weds Gaga) ep 9 of 12 eps - And now the amnesia trope. I’m not a fan. This is such a pulp. At least it ends next week? Groan, no 3 more eps.

A Boss and a Babe (Fri YouTube) ep 10 of 12 - one thing I realize I like about this main couple’s dynamic is that the seme/uke seems earned, where it didn’t in Echante. I don’t have much else to say except it’s crazy when a narrative betrays its characters like this and why to poor ForceBook keep having to deal with it?

The Promise (Thai Weds YT & WeTV) ep 7 of 10 - Honestly, who wears an all white outfit to play around with coffee beans in the countryside? I LOVE the faen fatal, he’s so good, courageous, honest, and morally sound. He even gives his rival fair warning. Nan should totally go out with him. I made awwww noises over the faen fatal! I NEVER do that. I guess Phu was right all along? Nan won’t date a friend. Ultimate friend zone. Well shit. This show. Ouch.

House of Stars (Thai Mon iQIYI) ep 1 of ?? - There seems a slight horror element which I do not like and it’s also confusingly like Melrose Place or something. Everyone is sleeping with, or wants to be sleeping with everyone else. It’s kinda hilarious to watch something where all the actors are supposed to be good actors but it’s a pulp so they just really aren’t. So far my main issue is I can’t keep them all straight in my head (pun intended).

Tin Tam Jai (Tues Gaga) ep 10fin - There is very little I enjoyed about this show. The entirely forgotten side dishes gave us 5 min of excellent high heat and then vanished, but otherwise this show sucked in the wrong way. It’s forgettable and I intend to do just that. 5/10

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Our Dining Table AKA Bokura no Shokutaku (Japan Thurs Gaga) ep 5 of 10 - The way these two are very quietly yet thoroughly falling in love with each other is executed with such grace and subtlety that only Japan could have handed this out. It’s not even “falling” it’s more like sliding gradually into love.

Love Mate (Korea Thurs Viki) eps 1-2 of 8 - Launched very much openly gay so that’s fun. Also very much bubble too, so no one around them cares. So: Seo is a player jaded older uke (fun character type we don’t see often) and his seme is a romantic if arrogant weirdo. Can you see my hands clapping? Combative trope activation! Absurdity. How fun. Also workplace harassment but hayho that’s BL for ya. (Also a nonBL Kdrama specialty.) ALSO whole office in on seme-stalker’s side? All in all, it’s odd and questionable, but I’m into it. Why am I like this?

Happy Merry Ending (Korea Thurs Gaga) eps 3-4 of 8 - OK I’m not super into the main couple but I love all of the surrounding characters. The overly protective best friend with a crush is giving bad advice but it’s understandable and he’s super hot so I forgive him. And the idol character is a wonderful addition, he is my baby. Also, evil ex is v evil.

Vian the series (Vietnam YT ) - I thought this was gonna be Tiktok only but apparently it’s showing up on YT too. It’s cute! My cat boyfriend (which is more common that it should be) and this seems to be Vietnam’s installment (we got Thailand’s last year). The boy playing the cat is the prettiest human being on the planet. Fight me. No fight him, get scratched. Serious tho. Holy hairballs. Look I don’t really like vertical content but I am watching this for him. Meow, indeed.

The Day I Loved You (Vietnam YouTube) eps 2-3 of ? - BL Express’s first impressions mirror mine. Niks is so flipping cute. Rich kid is so into him, so is bestie. So much gay macho posturing. So much bi fear and het shame. But also it’s killer to get a femme main characters who isn’t being mocked. Dancing trope continues (better than singing together). It is kinda Heartstopper goes Pinoy BL. Honestly, I prefer kids a little drawings to terrible sound effects. This is better than it or we have any right to expect.

Naked Dinner AKA Zenra Meshi (Japan Fri Gaga) ep 4 of 12 - There is a lot I like about this drama, except the weird central conceit of the naked dining. But the romance part is cute, if a tad simplistic.

My Story (Pinoy Sat YouTube) ep 4 of 10 - chukchuk went missing and so did my interest in this show. I’m DNFing this one.

Dancing together, the baby sub-trope of 2023. (The Day I Love You)

It’s Airing But ...

Love Syndrome (Thai Sat WeTV) stopped at ep 2 of 12 - I’m just not into any aspect of it (except Lee Long Shi) - saving to binge if the end is solid.

Venus in the Sky (Sat YouTube) pilot/tester?) 0 of 10 - not entirely sure what’s up with this one distribution-wise, but the pilot was classic university-set pulp. I hope it happens because the leads are cute with good chemsitry and I thought it was fun. However, this pilot holds together as its own little short too.

Stormy Honeymoon (Vietnam) - meh

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tilbageidanmark · 4 months

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Movies I watched this week (Year 4, first week!)

How shall I open 2024 [since 'The Zone of Interest' is not streaming yet]?

It has to be something special; A re-watch of René Laloux's psychedelic allegory Fantastic Planet?

Mysterious mythology, straight out of the pages of The Voynich manuscript [and which directly inspired the Codex Seraphinianus, another unfathomable world-building vision]. The suffering humans, used as pets by the giant blue "Draags", spiritually advanced, and still cruel to their tiny Oms ("hommes"). Excellent!'

Edit on 1/21/24: I found the SQEALER clip I used to love so much 20 years ago!

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"This is where we ended up".

Re-watching one of my favorite 2023 stories, the miraculous, fateful Past Lives. A loss of first love, innocence. With a moody, excellent score. Greta Lee is such a babe, and producer Christine Vachon, wow. (Photo Above).

10/10. I can't wait for Celine Song's upcoming second feature, 'The materialists'.

(*Woman Director)

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2 more by Danish director Nicolaj Arcel:

🍿 The promised land, called 'Bastarden' in Danish, an epic historical drama, the latest script from Anders Thomas Jensen. Mads Mikkelsen is phenomenal as he plays a similar personality to the one he did in 'Riders of Justice'; laconic, broken and impatiently resolute - but 300 years earlier. A brutal 'western' fought in Jutland's vast emptiness. I didn't know about the history of the Swedish Romanis. Savage and sentimental! 9/10.

🍿[For the first time in my life, I listened to Margrethe II, the Danish Queen, give her New Year's speech (in which she also abdicated her throne). I loved it; So humane, so down-to-earth.]

What I didn't love is Nicolaj Arcel's earlier A royal affair, a dull and conventional costume drama about an earlier queen. It was beautifully filmed, it had Mads Mikkelsen dancing in it, and a mad king who suffered from excessive onanism. But these are all the positives I could find. 2/10.

Apparently, the predictably-told story is based on interesting chapter from 18 century Danish history.

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"Garbo Talks!" and the first thing she said was "Gimme a whisky, ginger ale on the side, and don't be stingy, baby!". In Anna Christie, her first 'Talkie', she played a "woman with a past". M'eh.

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Hundreds of beavers, a bizarro freezing-cold Wisconsin indie, due to open on January 26. A drunk fur-trapper in the 19 century is tasked with killing scores of beavers so that a tobacco-spitting fur merchant will grant him his daughter's hand in marriage. Weird, wordless, black-and-white, live action Road Runner / Looney Tunes / Max Fleischer cartoons-style mayhem. The credits starts at 33:00. The whole thing is too weird. Reminds me of the book 'Millions of cats' [which incidentally was released to the public domain on the exact same day I thought of it!].

5/10 from me, mostly for innovation.

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"When the child was a child it walked with its arms swinging, wanted the brook to be a river, the river to be a torrent, and this puddle to be the sea. When the child was a child, it didn’t know that it was a child, to it, everything had a soul, and all souls were one."

First watch: Wim Wenders' poetic art house fantasy Wings of desire. I know it's considered an 'Angle-on-earth' spiritual masterpiece, and I imagine that younger-me would have find it uplifting. 1987 Berlin looked grim and lonely indeed. 4/10.

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Re-watch: The tense Emily The Criminal. A despairing Neo-realist indictment that pivots into a white-knuckled crime thriller. Without a single note of preachy commentary, it exposes millennials prospects like a de Sica. I don't recall any recent movie that described Arab-American sub-culture so guilelessly. 8/10.

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The private life of a cat, another short from experimental LA filmmaker Maya Deren. Basically it's a 'Cat Video' from 1946 (which begs the question 'What caused the first person to say, Let's make a movie about the cat because she's so cute?')

(*Woman Director)

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3 silent film classics:

🍿Buster Keaton's amusing Neighbors, a 1920 two-reel'er, a riff on Romeo and Juliet.

🍿 20 minutes of love (1914) is Charlie Chaplin's first landmark film as director. Simple slapstick, in what looks like Fairmont Park in Riverside, CA.

🍿 Should Married Men Go Home, the first pairing of Laurel & Hardy, my least favorite of the famous old silent film comedians.

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Early middling shorts by 2 Canadian directors:

🍿 (From a Letterbox list of 'Early Short Films That Launched Major Directors', which I'm going to tear through one day.)

"Well, you picked a great time to be trans!..."

We Forgot to Break Up has an unusual proposition (A former rock musician reintroducing himself to his ex-bandmates for the first time since abandoning the band and coming out as a trans man), but there's not much more there besides that outline.

(*Woman Director)

🍿 Void, The first film-school-style short by Emma Seligman (who followed it up with the much better 'Shiva baby'). A young woman likes to masturbate, smoke weed and fantasize about a boy. But then who doesn't?

(*Woman Director)

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A YouTuber named “Ryan Randomness” built a rail car and traveled on abandoned train tracks in the deserts of Southern California. Extremely enjoyable! It made me sad that I didn’t hike more during the years that I lived there.

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Throw-back to the "Art project”:

Millions of Cats Adora.

Exploring Southern California With Adora.

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(My complete movie list is here)

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fourth-quartet · 2 years

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Tagged by @killerandhealerqueen <3

Nickname: Took!! Some friends call me Tookie, some friends just call me babe/bae, all that is cool uWu

Star Sign: Scorpio

Height: That's a secret

Time: 2:50

Birthday: October 31

Favourite Bands: Super Junior, 2PM, SHINee, TVXQ!, Pentagon, SF9, Sugar Pine 7's music, clipping.

Favourite Solo Artists: Max Changmin, U-KNOW Yunho, Key, Rain, BoA, Jeon Somi, Minho, AleXa, Eden, BM, SUGR?, rafael casal, jake laxer, GIMS

Favourite Foods: Pasta, fish, sweet potato

Favourite Colors: Maroon & burgundy & lavender

Last Thing I Googled: Korean juvenile law

Last Show I Watched: The Devil Judge

Last Movie I Watched: I don't?? really watch movies tbh. I watch a lot of documentaries on youtube though so? that, I guess

Lucky Number: 14

When Did I Create This Blog?: Like, last year rifp

Do I Have Any Other Blogs?: I did, once upon a time. They've probably long since been deleted but I used to have a pretty decent war and peace blog

Do I Get Asks?: no but i want to! send me things!!!

Why Did I Choose My URL?: it's my ao3 username and from a poem

Blogs You Follow: 67

Dream Trip: Road trip to visit my friends!! I'm a road trip kinda person and I always want to spend time with my people.

Instruments: I play guitar, violin, some piano, some bass, and I sing. I love the sounds of strings in general. Wish I'd picked up cello too.

Average Hours Of Sleep: 8-9

How Many Blankets Do You Sleep With?: Two! One weighted that I put over my proper blanket.

Tagging: Anyone who wants to <3

#tagged took #<3 <3 #friend tag!!

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jiannaeloise · 2 years

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My RED TV Schedule

To all who are Taylor Swift fans, we all know that RED TV is coming on November 12th. And there’s not only one event that’s happening. THERE’S THREE. In lieu of this most awaited release, I am sharing how I am going to splurge myself on the roller coaster ride that is RED:

a. All Too Well The Short Film

Starring Sadie Sink, Dylan O’Brien, and Taylor Swift.

We don’t know how “short” this short film is. But I would like to welcome the RED TV with some sort of a trailer because I want to experience this album like it’s a movie. I want it to be real and emotional just like how I experienced RED firsthand. And this short film is so perfect! Thank you, T.S. for making that happen!

b. Vault Tracks from RED TV

I want to play the Vault Tracks first because the vault tracks to me is like the never-before-seen clips in a movie or series or it can also be the opening soundtrack of a climax in a movie or series. These songs would have been part of the RED album but was rejected. So naturally, I am curious to listen to which tracks didn’t make the cut. And besides, it’s new T.S. songs!

Here are the Vault Tracks:

1. Better Man

2. Nothing New ft. Phoebe Bridgers

3. Babe

4. Message In A Bottle

5. I Bet You Think About Me ft. Chris Stapleton

6. Forever Winter

7. Run ft. Ed Sheeran

8. The Very First Night

9. All Too Well (10-minute Version)

c. RED Taylor’s Version (RED TV)

Here’s how I’m going to listen to the tracks in order:

1. The Lucky One

2. Everything Has Changed ft. Ed Sheeran

3. Treacherous

4. Starlight

5. State of Grace

6. Holy Ground

7. Red

8. Stay Stay Stay

9. Begin Again

10. Ronan

11. Girl At Home

12. Sad Beautiful Tragic

13. I Knew You Were Trouble

14. We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together

15. I Almost Do

16. Come Back…Be Here

17. The Moment I Knew

18. The Last Time ft. Gary Lightbody

19. 22

20. All Too Well

d. Watch All Too Well The Short Film, AGAIN

I want to watch ATW The Short Film again while I listen to All Too Well (10-minute version) simultaneously just in case I missed any easter eggs because our girl loves to do that. Yes, I will listen to All Too Well twice because I don’t think I will ever tire from listening to that song. I do believe, however, it will reveal hidden parts of me that has not been there before. I want to do that in a way I would watch a song with a trailer. Then I want to go full dive on the song after watching the short film to see where the song cuts. Yeah, I’m specific like that. I do wish Taylor, at some point will release a longer film! I don’t mind if it’s also a 10-minute video and perhaps adding 13 more seconds in because that’s her trademark number.

e. Club90s Taylor Swift Night: RED Edition

After listening to the vault tracks and RED TV, I would like to end my track by track listening with a BANG and that is by watching her biggest hits on TV while I sing, dance, or even cry at the same time. This is also an excuse to listen at the actual performance if there are any note changes on the songs.

Will be wearing nothing but red,

Jianna Eloise

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petri808 · 3 years

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1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 | 27 | 28 | 29 | 30 | 31 | 32 | 33-Epilogue

~~Day 2 of Lucy’s testimony

“Ms. Heartfilia, on the night of the kidnapping please start from the moment you got off the train and were walking back towards your apartment building.”

“O-Okay.” Lucy closed her eyes as she took a deep breath. ‘Just tell the truth, let the prosecutor direct her answers...’ She opened her eyes as she began. “We had a system in place, so whenever I was out alone, I would stay on the phone with someone. That night, Natsu was on the other end. He talked and kept me company. I was maybe halfway to the apartment building when I heard something behind me, but before I could turn to see what it was, I felt a hand wrap around my face and a cloth placed over my mouth. I-I screamed, and I heard Touka’s voice, and Natsu screaming over the phone but everything went black as I passed out. It happened really fast.”

“What was the next thing you remember?”

“I woke up in an apartment that I didn’t recognize. I remember being dizzy, my head hurt, and my eyes were all blurry. My... m-my hands and feet were tied up, and I was lying on my side on the floor.” Lucy stopped again to take another deep breath before continuing. “That’s when I heard noises like drawers opening and closing. I couldn’t see where it was coming from at first, but I guess my mind told me it must be Touka. So, my survival instincts kicked in at that moment. I stayed still, pretending to be asleep, but I cracked my eyes open to see what I could.”

“And what could you see?”

“I s-saw, like a couch, and a wall, and it was covered with photographs of Natsu— just completely covered. And I could see there was all kinds of them, close ups, far shots, old stuff, new ones, clippings... but they weren’t just Natsu. I could see a lot of me and our friends too, and that really creeped me out cause I knew she was watching us, but just, you know, to see it— that was really hard. I tried so hard to stay focused on what was happening. I just kept thinking, I’ve gotta find a way out of there.”

Lucy took the jury through that night, step, by step just as she’d been coached by the prosecutor. The closer she got to the main event, the slower she moved through each detail. They covered all the visuals she saw from her vantage point, inching their way to the moment Touka had begun her physical assault. Lucy’s hands sat in her lap, but they constantly opened and closed into fists to disburse the building anxieties in a physical way. It was a technique her therapist had shown her specifically to use during the trial. Thank goodness for all the preparations by her therapist, because recalling these memories were to re-live them and that was all extremely difficult.

“You testified that Ms. Shiromajyo did not know you were already awake. So, how did she wake you up?”

Lucy took a deep breath knowing this was the hardest part, but the prosecutor needed her to tell the tale. “She kicked me really hard in the back which made me roll over to try and defend, but before I could she stomped me in the stomach, and just kept kicking me over and over...” Lucy’s body trembled as she relieved the event in her mind. “I-I couldn’t do much because I was tied up tightly, so I kept rolling to the side and curling up in a ball. I didn’t wanna scream, because... b-because I thought that’s what she wanted to hear, and I wasn’t gonna give her that satisfaction. But I think it only made her angrier.”

“Was she saying anything through this attack?”

“Y-Yes...” Lucy’s voice cracked. “S-She was calling me a slut and a bitch and blamed me for the pain she was feeling. Said if only I’d walked away like she’d warned me to, I wouldn’t be in this situation. So, I snapped back that hurting me wouldn’t make Natsu love her. That killing me...” Lucy sucked in a breath, “wasn’t worth going to jail over. I thought— that maybe if I try to reason with her, get her to see this wouldn’t change anything, she’d stop, but— it didn’t faze her.” Lucy shivered at how cold Touka’s eyes had been at the moment. “She said, “if I can’t have him, neither will you.” That, “don’t you think I know that?” But she didn’t care. This woman was going to kill me, and she said it with a straight face. That’s when I knew she was serious, and I started preparing myself to die.”

Eventually, Lucy couldn’t even look in Natsu’s direction. She could see the utter turmoil on his face, and it only added to her anxiety. So, instead, she looked at the jury members themselves. That was another tactic the prosecutor instructed Lucy to do. ‘Talk to them,’ he’d explained. ‘Think of this as your opportunity to tell your story. Let them see all the emotions you were feeling then, or feeling now, because they need to know how much Touka’s actions have affected you.’ So, that’s what Lucy did her best to do, scanning just above their heads. She still couldn’t make eye contact because just like Natsu, listening to her story brought a lot of pain to many of their faces.

With tears trickling down, Lucy continued giving a blow by blow account leading up to Natsu’s arrival, and what happened before the authorities arrived. How she got the cut on her neck and other injuries, and how they were fighting against Touka as hard as they could. Tears trickled slowly down her cheeks as she spoke, but she didn’t stop talking. She told them how Natsu begged Touka to leave her alone, even willing to give up his life for it, but once Natsu admitted that he loved her, that really set Touka off. “That— T-That not how I wanted to find out he loved me!” Lucy screamed through the tears. “That’s not how anyone should find that out! And she took that beautiful thing away from me!” Lucy slumped in her chair, trying to stop the heavy sobs wracking her body. Saying it out loud, the anger was seething inside of her because she hadn’t expected to have this reaction. Maybe she’d buried it for far too long?

“Ms. Heartfilia, do you need a break?”

“N-No,” she wiped away the sloppy tears. “I can finish this. I-I need to keep going.”

“Take a moment to compose yourself,” the judge explained, “then continue.”

Lucy nodded to the judge in acknowledgment, then after a long deep exhale, continued to tell the jury how she’d watched as Natsu defended her and what was going through her mind as she saw him stabbed. “All the blood...” she whimpered, fighting the urge to bawl again. “There was so much blood from Natsu’s injuries. I started freaking out because I didn’t wanna die and I didn’t wanna watch my boyfriend killed! So, I-I grabbed the closest object which was a hardcover book— her school yearbook and just started swinging as hard as I could despite my wrists being tied. I was just running on adrenaline at the point knowing it had to be either her or us, and I’m sorry, but I did not want to die.”

At that stage of the testimony, Lucy took the jury through the police’s arrival from her perspective. What she’d observed, and how they finished subduing Touka. “Once they took her into custody, I think I was just in shock. Frankly, I don’t even know how I managed to stay focused through the whole ordeal, I just remember thinking if this woman was gonna kill me, I’d make it as difficult as possible.” Finally, Lucy covered the timeline for the jury between the scene and going to the hospital for treatment, including the panic attack and his she had to be sedated.

“And how has this affected you since the incident?”

“Objection! Leading! This has no relevance to the case!” The defense attorney argued to the judge. “The witnesses state of mind after the fact could be contributed to multiple factors and there’s no way to attribute it solely to my client or the events revolves around my client.”

The prosecutor countered, arguing that Lucy’s continued reactions to the events over the ensuing months was relevant to the case.

But the judge only ruled partially in the States favor. “Re-word you question counselor to the event itself.”

“Ms. Heartfilia, please provide any specific factors you’ve suffered relating to your experiences with Ms. Shiromajyo.”

“W-Well, my panic attacks and nightmares are because of what happened. I keep seeing and reliving things like a movie replaying in my mind. Especially the attack, I literally wake up screaming because of bloody dreams, and this causes me problems, like I don’t get enough sleep, I couldn’t focus on school. Just the fear of leaving my apartment has kept me from doing anything really for months. I’m scared of being kidnapped, even though logically I know Touka is in jail, it doesn’t just make those feelings go away. I wish it did— Heaven help me, I wish it would just go away, but it doesn’t.”

“So, you still fear Ms. Shiromajyo?”

Lucy stiffened and nodded her head vehemently as she shrunk down in the chair. “Yes.”

“Thank you, no further questions at this time. We reserve the right to recall the witness.”

“Cross?” The judge asked the defense, to which they also responded with reserve the right to recall. “Then Ms. Heartfilia, you may leave the stand, but be available in case of being recalled.”

Lucy nodded quietly at the judge, then slipped out of the courtroom. The bailiff lead her to a back room, along with her therapist so she couldn’t hear what was going on. Once in the safety of the room, she broke down. All the emotions she’d tampered down to get through the testimony, rushed out. She’d shed tears during her testimony, but now she was free to sob openly.

“You did great,” the therapist cooed, soothing the young woman. She tightened her hug, “that’s good, just let it all out.”

A knock at the door came, as Natsu and Levy were allowed inside. Natsu immediately went to his girlfriend and took over for the therapist. “Shh,” he spoke softly and smoothed his hand against her hair. “You did amazing babe!”

“Lu, you did great up there! We’re really proud of you!”

“Thanks, guys,” Lucy sniffled into Natsu’s chest. She was proud of getting through it without having a break down, but the nagging knowledge of this wasn’t over yet, still loomed large. The defense was surely going to recall her at some stage, and even if the attorney didn’t, the prosecutor could, plus just the waiting sucked! “Can we please go home? I-I just wanna go home.”

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notaburgler · 4 years

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30 days of quarantine

Bokuto x Fem!Reader tw: language, implied sex, implied anal sex, swearing

A quarantine had been ordered forcing all of Japan to stay indoors.

“30 days, at minimum.” The official said from the conference.

It would be hard, no doubt about that. Your live-in boyfriend was a ball of energy that wasn’t easily contained. He couldn’t lounge around or be lazy, even if it was in the name of health and safety.

He loved socializing. He didn’t even need to know them. Many times you’d been stuck at the entrance of the grocery store with a tapping foot, waiting for him to be finished with the lengthy conversation he was having with the person from the other line or the cashier. You wondered how he managed not to see the look of disinterest when he babbled on and on. But you loved the idiot, no matter how long he held you up everywhere you went.

Staying indoors and refraining from any kind of personal social interaction would wear on him. He was a social butterfly and the government just clipped his wings. For you, this was something you felt prepared for. Unlike him, you relished in time at home. Lazily lounging on the couch and munching on your favorite snack food was a night well spent in your eyes.

Your gaze fell longingly to your boyfriend as he pouted on the couch next to you, “Don’t worry babe.” You leaned over, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek, “we will still have fun.”

Your smile brought him back to life. He had faith in you, trusted you. His grin made your cheeks burn, he was so easy to bring back from his sad mode, you couldn’t understand how, or why, Fukurodani ever had an issue in the first place.

“You’re right babe! Plus,” he slid his hand along your lower back, “we get plenty of alone time. Maybe we should work on starting that family you want.” His bushy eyebrows wagged at you making you shake your head.

With a roll of your eyes, you popped another kiss on his cheek, “babe, it goes: dating, marriage, then kids, then we die.” A pat to his thigh before lifting yourself up from the couch.

Day 1- 7pm

“I decided to start a journal documenting how we handled the quarantine. Koutaro seems to enjoy relaxing for the first time ever. Occasionally, he will get spurts of energy and start pacing or go to the kitchen and open the fridge. I can’t help but laugh when he stares inside it for what seems like ages, then closes it and comes back to the couch with nothing to show. It’s funny watching him.

Maybe I’ll document how he handles this quarantine. Only 29 days to go.”

Day 2- 10:45pm

“Nothing unusual today. Kou talked my ear off about volleyball. I love him, I really do, but if I have to hear another story about an amazing spike he made in high school again, I might not make it to the end of the quarantine. But I still listen and smile. I have no idea what the hell he's talking about… like, what the fuck is a Libero? He said that Komi is the best out there.

In all honesty, only day 2 cooped up in the house and I can tell he’s desperate to get back on the court. Maybe I’ll actually pay attention at the next game? Not that I don’t, I just have no idea what’s going on! But Kou slaps the ball really good.

He’s in bed right now, staring at me. God I love him. Time to go get a bit freaky.”

Day 3- 11:11am

“It’s starting to hit me a bit. The quarantine blues really are a thing. I think it might be because Kou has moments of sadness. He’s like a dog, waiting for it’s master to come home from work. He stares out the window with a forlorn look on his face like it’s been years since he had smelled fresh air.

Like, babe, we have a backyard!

It’s not huge, but it’s enough to get some fresh air. Kuroo helps a bit. The window in our bedroom and the window in his face each other. They chatted for a few hours today. Gave me a chance to clean up the place. For fucks sake babe, it’s not like you’re busy! Clean up after yourself!

Note to self: Teach Kou how clean as you go before having children with him.

I think we will watch a movie tonight. It’s weird, we’ve been together in this house for 3 days, but yet we haven’t really spent time together. He's always so busy doing something. He just has to keep moving. It’s that, or he’s sleeping.”

Day 3- 1:39pm

“What in the actual fuck Kou! My god damn boyfriend is currently having a screaming contest with Kuroo. Those two idiots are just sitting in the windows holding a scream for as long as they can…. why? Why did I agree to move into a house right next to Kuroo? Why do I hate me?”

Day 4- 9am

“He’s still asleep. It’s the first time he’s slept in so far. It may be because he was up super late watching porn. I don’t understand how he can have so much energy? I tapped out after round 3, but he wasn’t done yet.

He is very cute when sleeping. I love him…”

Day 4- 6:56pm

“Well, disaster strikes!

It was a sweet effort, don’t get me wrong. He tried to cook dinner- key word: tried.

It was both burnt and under cooked… at the same time! I don’t know how he managed to fuck it up that bad, but here we are!

I still ate it. I smiled. I hope he couldn't read into the look of disgust I clearly had in my eyes. Maybe I’ll get him online cooking lessons or something. He seemed rather eager to cook, and I’m not one to stop him from trying, especially if that means I don’t have to.”

Day 5- 9:43am

“He tried cooking again. I got breakfast in bed. He’s such a pure-hearted idiot… my idiot. He made the eggs look like volleyballs, it was a cute effort. I told him that in a way to thank him for being such a sweetheart, I’d do lunch and dinner.

He’s tried cleaning the house, but somehow manages to make a bigger mess than before. My cheeks hurt from laughing at him fighting the dishwasher. Maybe this whole experience will help him appreciate what I do around the house more- not that he doesn’t already. Sometimes I think he assumes that since I’m going to college online and not working that it’s my job to clean up, and by all means, I’m more than happy to do so. But even when I’m home all day, some verbal appreciation and a lending hand here and there is also expected from him. I’m blessed that I am able to stay home, but I’m also not the only one that lives here.”

Day 6- 2:15pm

“He’s crying because Akaashi called to check in. Kou is such a social man, being out of contact with his friends is hard on him. I think he’s missing volleyball too. He’s been watching old matches on the computer a lot. He has this look of someone that’s missing their spouse on his face. If only he’d look at me the way he looks at a volleyball…”

Day 6- 5:09pm

“Akaashi is now FaceTiming him. Kou begged to see his “beautiful face” so now they are FaceTiming… he never FaceTimes with me! Why am I jealous of his high school setter? Imma go give him a piece of my mind. Update when I return.”

Day 6- 5:13pm

“Akaashi is beautiful. I have chosen to forgive Koutaro.”

Day 7- 8:46am

“He wants to build the best pillow fort ever. Kuroo is throwing all of his pillows and blankets over the fence so we can make one. I’m pumped! Hoping to turn the entire living room into a pillow fort.”

Day 8- 7pm

“Lazy day today for me. Kou has been getting more and more restless. He found old paint in the garage and decided to repaint the spare room. This… will not go well.”

Day 8- 8pm

“Note to self: make sure Kou has a spotter when painting on a ladder. Also, call a carpet cleaner when this is over.”

Day 9- 5am

“Kou is up early. I can’t sleep without him next to me. He curls up into my back and holds me so close, I love it. He woke up early to work out. He’s currently running circles around the backyard… the backyard is not big enough to run circles… also, I don’t think he’s shaved since day 1. Neither has Kuroo- oh god they aren’t shaving!

I’ve seen Kou take selfies each morning. Is he documenting how his hair grows? These two are so weird. I want him to come back to bed. I want to cuddle!”

Day 10- 3:47am

“I’m gonna murder Koutaro Bokuto, I swear. His snoring is so goddamn loud….”

Day 10- 8:05am

“I didn’t sleep at all. Kou was tossing and turning all night long. Apparently, he snores. This is news to me! I’d never heard him snore before, or at least, not like that. We had a fucking freight train rolling through our bedroom at top speeds, blaring it’s horn. Only 10 days in… I guess this is a real test of our relationship, huh?”

Day 14- 3:36pm

“Kuroo waited around the window for a while. We talked for a bit. It had been a while since we talked, it was a nice break. He was busy with work for a while, but this was a great chance to finally relax and chill. He told me that he picked up a few games at the store before the lock down. This was evident by the few cases strewn between our houses. He probably tried to let Kou borrow them and didn’t make the toss… and they call themselves athletes?

Kuroo was a nice break from the monotony of this lock up. I’m getting cabin fever and would like a chance to go for a walk or maybe-”

Day 14- 3:40pm

“So… Kou found out the hard way why we don’t play volleyball inside the house. Now our coffee table is broken and there is glass all over. Ugh… if old polaroid cameras were still a thing, and I had one, I’d leave a picture of my face right now. Just, ugh… 16 more days… 16.”

Day 16- 9:03pm

“Today was a nice day. I think Kou watching so much porn has made him hyper aroused. I swear, we’ve fucked on every surface of this house. He asked to get a bit adventurous, wondering what I would be willing to explore with him.

The list is rather long. The standard stuff normal couples try at least once… right?

Anal, 69, bondage, role play… stuff like that.

He says he doesn’t want the bondage to be like the porn he’s seen though, he can’t begin to even fathom hitting me, even if it’s something I asked for. He said, “the best you’ll get is a smack on the ass, babe.” And followed that up with one helluva slap to my butt. Ace of Fukurodani for ya, leaving hand prints on my ass. That’s fine, I don’t really like the whole slapping thing. But I’d be willing to dip into choking or some light shit like that… meh, we are gonna talk about it more tonight. I’ll write our list of what we wanna try next.

The good news is that I get to go grocery shopping today! Never thought I’d be excited about that!”

Kou and my kinks to try:

Anal

Bondage/shibari

Role play

Student/teacher

Sugar Daddy/Sugar Baby

Doctor or nurse/patient

Boss/Secretary

Pegging? (I’ll convince him!)

Mutual masturbation

Orgasm control/denial

Over-stimulation

Hot/cold play

Wax play

“I’m sure we won’t get all of them, but I think he’s game to try.”

Day 17- 10:53am

“WHY DIDN'T ANYONE TELL ME ANAL SEX MAKES YOU FEEL LIKE YOU GOTTA SHIT?!?!? I swear, I couldn’t enjoy even a second of it because I kept feeling like I was shitting all over the bed. Kou said it felt like he was fucking a silicone coke bottle; tight at the beginning, but after you press through... not so much. I mean, at least we tried it. I don’t think we are gonna go down chocolate lane again.

Not sure what we will try tonight. Actually, I might need a break from that. My hips hurt more than normal, and I still feel like my asshole is gonna prolapse any second… fuck that.”

Day 18- 8:20am

“Where the fuck did he get a saxophone? We don’t have a saxophone. It’s 8 in the goddamn morning and he’s trying to learn- I swear Kuroo… he’s got a trumpet. A FUCKING TRUMPET! These two… I love Kou so much, and I’d do anything for him, but I have to know where he got the sax from.”

Day 18- 8:34am

“I knew getting prime was a mistake.”

Day 18- 10:17am

“We agreed to have a lazy day. He put away the sax. I hid all of his reeds. It’ll be a shame when he goes to play again and has no reeds to play with. Sorry babe, but I’m on edge and I can’t handle you squealing your saxophone all day long.

About to pick a movie to watch while we eat. Maybe a show, who knows? I was scanning Netflix earlier and saw a cute little show called “happy tree friends” looks like something we might like. Just a cute show to bring back nostalgic memories. Maybe we will binge The whole series?”

Day 18- 11:19am

“So… that show… not what I was expecting. Kou is traumatized. This whole day of relaxing really isn’t panning out as I hoped. Maybe I’ll watch more after I rock my baby-of-a-boyfriend to sleep tonight. He’s fragile, but so damn cute.”

Day 21- 10:02am

“He’s started one of the dumbest things I’ve seen so far. I can handle the saxophone, I can deal with the screaming contest, I can even tolerate the paint fiasco… but why on earth would he create his own food challenges? He’s eating so much food! Babe! We don’t have that much food to be eating in one day!

Oh god… please Kuroo, please stop encouraging him. Well, at least he’s not making his own anymore, he’s just doing food challenges-“

Day 21- 10:05am

“He tried to do the milk challenge. The one where you try to drink a gallon of milk in one go. I don’t need him crying and vomiting because of it.”

Day 21- 3:18pm

“I’ve been helping him work out. It’s helping him stay relaxed and chill. He just can’t sit still. So at this moment, I’m sitting on his feet watching tv while he does crunches behind me. This is kinda nice. I like doing this. Maybe once he starts doing push ups, I’ll lay under him and get a kiss each time he comes down.”

Day 22- 10:05am

“We watched The Lion King and now Kou has taken the cat and lifted it up above his head like Rafiki did with Simba. He’s hanging out the window and now Kuroo is rounding up all of the stuffed animals his girlfriend has and any animal shaped object in his house and putting them on his lawn. Kou doesn’t know the words to the song, but he tries. This may be the weirdest thing they have done to date.”

Day 22- 11am

“I think the cat is traumatized. It keeps running away from Kou when he comes near. Now I have a depressed boyfriend and a terrified cat. I wanna be mad, but he’s so cute when he sulks. Plus, he cuddles me when he’s upset. I like that part.”

Day 24- 9:43am

“So, he's rearranged the living room. As I’m writing, he’s moving the couch I’m sitting on… again. I liked how we had it, but he needs to stay occupied. I’d rather him do this than to try to create an indoor slip and slide like he was gonna do.”

Day 24- 1:28pm

“He’s passing the volleyball back and forth with Kuroo. At least he’s still able to socialize, even if it is from a distance. I can see him want to spike the ball over the fence. He says it’s the perfect height. But it’s not safe since the backyard is so small and both of them are so tall… how?!? How are they so tall?!?

I’ve taken this time to work on a few projects that I’ve been trying to finish for a while now. I’ve got a blanket I’m making for Kou that I haven’t had time to work on, I’ve needed to finish that birthday present for my mom, there’s a tv show that I’ve been wanting to start, but Kou isn’t interested in it. Today has been fun. And our furniture ended up in exactly the same place it was when we woke up. I think he just wanted to see what our options are.

6 more days and hopefully, we are free from this mess.”

Day 28- 11:35am

“Almost there! Kou and I have handled this pretty well. We’ve fought a few times, but nothing worth mentioning. I’ve come to realize that even though he can be destructive and air headed, he’s also so sweet and compassionate, it’s probably the reason I fell in love with him. I couldn’t have done this without him. I would have gone crazy!

There’s a press conference tomorrow regarding the quarantine. God I hope this is over. I can’t stand to see him so desperate to get out of the house. He’s FaceTiming with Akaashi again. Their friendship is so sweet and pure. Maybe we will adopt Akaashi? I’ll run it by him.”

Day 28- 11:43am

“Akaashi said no.”

At 8am, 29 days into this national quarantine, a well dressed man took to an empty room and faced the camera. The broadcast was live and you were sure everyone was watching.

You took in a deep breath, squeezing Koutaro’s hand a bit too tight. Nervous, annoyed, a bit nutty; all of these could easily describe how you felt having been cooped up for 29 days.

After a moment to go over his notes, he spoke, “citizens, your cooperation in this time of need and crisis has been noticed. It is understood and acknowledged that the hardships and issues you face staying indoors for so long. It is with that that I must regretfully inform you…”

Day 29- 8:02am

“Fuck.”

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can i request peter x fem!reader where he had a bad day and the reader tries to make it better but he snaps at her but it ends in fluff please💞💞

Ok you really made my day a few days ago with this, because this is my first submission and aaaah I got way to excited, so here it is, thank you so much ♥

Please send me more submissions, I love to do that & reblog if you like it :)

8:13 pm

Rain is rustling against the window as you throw your phone in front of you, pulling your legs closer to you, trying to find a comfortable position in this bed. A book is lying in front of you – biology – showing you detailed drawings of the human nerve system. You read this during the last thirty minutes, trying to fit all the weird names and descriptions of nerves and muscles into your brain. It worked. Until you decided to look at your phone, wondering where your boyfriend was.

It’s Thursday night and it’s your movie date night. Like every Thursday each week. For almost two years now. At seven thirty. And he isn’t here.

It’s not uncommon that he is late. Spiderman duties. Sometimes something happened, he had to stay longer outside or when is Spidey senses noticed something. But then he’d write you, telling you he’d be late. But today, he didn’t.

“Don’t text and swing”, you always told him before he went out and he always smirked at you, kissing you goodbye before jumping out his window. Sometimes he did and although his messages were always cute and soft and you knew he paid attention to not crash into a traffic light or a building, you’re not very pleased about it. Being Spiderman was already a really dangerous job and despite Peter being great in what he was doing and having a really protective suit, there was still a spark in your body, that was full of angst.

You lean forward, pressing the home button on your phone. No new messages.

“Fuck”, you mumble, leaning back against the wall. Where was he? Or did he forget about your date?

No, he would never. This was your ritual. Started with the third date you had. Exactly here, in this room, with May probably waiting in front of the door, ready to chime in when she’d hear something different than movie noises. But at this time, both of you been too innocent to connect movies with the other thing – sex – and just sat next to each other, holding hands while stealing sneaky glances at each other.

And today a movie night consisted of a lot of cuddles, just wearing panties and a shirt, Peter mostly just his boxers. Him curled up on your chest, his head on your breast – or his personal pillow – and your hand brushing through his soft, brown curls, while you were watching one of your favourite movies for the thirty time. Sometimes High School Musical, just to hum along the songs, Peter sometimes pulling you up, dancing with you through the small room and sometimes Harry Potter, after you decided which part – Azkaban is the best – and then just watched the movie, totally drawn in to the magical world. And sometimes, when you didn’t want to watch either, some cliché romance comedy, which you sneaked from your mom’s or May’s DVD shelf, ending in both of you making out, ignoring the film, his fingers slipping under your shirt, pulling it up.

So yes, movie nights changed, but you loved it. And today, you craved for it. For his touch, him peppering soft kisses over your neck, teasing your soft spot. You haven’t seen him much last days, both of you had been fairly busy with school, chores and extracurricular activities. And Peter’s Spiderman duties.

Your eyes glimpse at the closed door. May is here, she let you in. You could ask her, if she knew where Peter was, but also you didn’t want her to worry. She worries so much about him, more than you do probably. You try to focus back on the page in front of you, whilst ignoring this angsty grumbling in your stomach. What if something happened to him?

You shove it away. No. It was a normal, rainy Thursday night and even though rain didn’t stop criminals from doing their dirty work, no one really got out on Thursday’s, right before the weekend started.

A noise comes from the adjoining bathroom and you look up. There is light coming through the gap between the door and the floor. You hear someone mumbling, swearing. A familiar mumbling.

Peter.

You jump from the bed, your heart relieved. A little bit. Steps carrying you to the door and you open it, slowly, glimpsing in the bathroom. Peter is standing in front of the mirror, his suit just covering the lower part of his body, right above his hips. There are visible scratches on his back from the last fight and a few new ones you don’t know yet. Behind him on the floor, the reason for the noise, a broken bowl, where Peter had put in some of your hair ties and clips for you to use them when you’re over.

“Since you always lose them here, I can also store them”, eHe hhehehehhe told you, pressing a kiss on your forehead. And you knew how much your heart grew just by this simple gesture.

Peter hasn’t noticed you by now which is – due to his incredibly sensitive senses – really off for him. Sometimes in school, he noticed you when you weren’t even in his sight. Girlfriend senses he calls it.

But now, they didn’t seem to work.

“H…hey.” You clear your throat, leaning a little bit against the doorframe. “You’re home.” No judging. No anger that he was late. He was home. It was ok.

But he doesn’t look up. No reaction from him. His hands gripping around the edges of the sink, you notice fresh bruises on them, scratched skin. “Hey.” You try again, stepping a little closer. Carefully, not to scare him. Sometimes, when he is really concentrated, just a little weird noise could make him flinch and overreact.

Peter doesn’t move. His chest is raising, you can see his muscles moving as he grips around the sink tighter and you bite your lip, hesitating. Then your fingertips meet his back. No reaction.

“Peter?” Gently, your fingers trail up, trying to not touch the fresh scratches. “It’s me. Your girlfriend.” A little joke, to loosen up the weird tension in this room.

Your boyfriend doesn’t react, not a single flinch in his face, no growling about your really bad joke. Something was off, but you couldn’t quite figure out what it was and it made you crazy. Because you though you knew him well.

“Do you want to…” You pause, licking your lips. “Want to watch your favourite movie? Star Wars?” Star Wars is his all-time favourite movie, his go to when he was sick and lying in bed, whining about himself and May cooking him soup and bringing him tea all the time.

Finally, Peter looks up, his eyes meeting yours in the reflection of the mirror and you feel a lump in your throat. His so brown and soft eyes are dark. And empty. If something has gone missing.

“Hey.” You lean to him, your hand grasping his hair. “Babe.” Carefully, you press a soft kiss on his shoulder. And he flinches, away from you, his back hitting the glass of the shower cabin, his left arm almost hitting you.

“Fuck, can you not…” His jaw clenches, you can see his lips trembling, something in his eyes is glistening. “What are you doing?”

“It’s Thursday, movie night…I….” Your voice is shaking, more than you want it to. “May let me…”“No.” Peter cuts you off immediately. “What are you doing?”

“I…” His jaw is clenched, fists balled and his eyes flinching.“I…” Tears are welling in your eyes, making it hard for you too see properly. “I wanted to…”

“Can’t you just leave me alone?”His voice is sharp, drilling into your heart and you back up a little. “Sorry I…” You gulp. “I’ll wait for you in…”

“I want you to leave.” The lump in your throat grows bigger. “What is wrong, I…did I…”“For fuck’s sake, can you just…” Peter runs his fingers through his hair, tugging it. A deep growl coaxes over his lips. “I had a fucking rough and shitty day and I just want to talk to nobody ok.”

His chest is raising heavily as the words hit you. Right in the heart.

He doesn’t want you here. Your boyfriend doesn’t want you here.

“Ok.” Suddenly you feel cold. Extremely cold. You turn around, tears welling up in your eyes and the bathroom door slams into the lock.

Somehow, you put on your shoes, collect all your belongings together. Your overnight bag, your phone, headphones. Then you head out.

You catch a glimpse of May standing in the hallway, asking you something, but you don’t hear it. Tears are running down your cheeks, your steps are echoing in the dark staircase, as you head down.

Down. Down. Just out of here.

Cold rain hits your face as you step out of the door, heading down the three tiny stairs, mixing with the tears still running down your face. It is pouring, people are rushing past you, covering their heads and trying to get in somewhere, but you turn left, walking down the street, not even bothering to pull the hood of your pullover over your head.

Your steps are slow. Slower than usual. Your gaze wandering along the rooftops, which are merging with the almost black sky, hoping you’d see a familiar silhouette.

A boy in a tight suit.

Swinging after you to hold you back. To tell you that he just overreacted. Snapped.

9:06 pm

Your hair is still a little damp as turn on the small light on your nightstand, slipping under the covers of your bed. Peter hasn’t texted you. Nor called you. There was no sign of him at all and although he said he didn’t want to talk to anyone, you hoped he would to you.

You sneak a glance at your phone the last time. No. No new messages. You turn it around, leaning your head against the cold wall behind you. Absolutely not the way your evening was planned to go out.

Your mum didn’t say a word when you came home, completely soaked, with red, puffy eyes. She let you go to your room, change, letting yourself drown in pity.

Maybe she’d ask you tomorrow what was up, when you would sit on the table, with your bowl of cereals in front of you, unable to eat anything. Then you’d tell her.

But what would you tell her? That you tried to be a good girlfriend to Peter and he snapped? Or just that he snapped?

Shaking your head, you grab the novel lying on your night stand.

Great Expectations a novel about a boy falling in love with a wealthy girl, trying to impress her to win her heart his whole life. Tragic and somehow sweet at the same time. And totally stupid at the same time, but you still had to read it and also write an essay about it. Peter and you started to read it together, reading small passages to each other, giggling about weird words and the whole situation.

Usually, Peter was lying on your lap when you were reading to him, giggling every time you impersonated every person in the story differently. Then you switched positions, you lying on his lap, his right hand playing with your hair, totally not concentrating on the text, but on touching you wherever he could.

It’s needless to say that you didn’t get very far along in the book.

You open the book at the marked page, sighing at the small writing. Although you loved books and considered to study literature after you finished school in summer, this book was horrible to read. Small, crammed font, long sentences.

Absolutely not perfect for your mood right now, where all you wanted to do was cry. You even wished you didn’t forget your biology book at Peter’s flat, somehow the human nerve system sounded more appealing to you than a love story.

Trying to focus back on the text, you pull you legs up, resting the book against them. Your eyes wander over the words, not even reading them properly, while your thoughts are switching back to Peter.

If he would have just talked to you. Normally, he’d talk about anything. About every child he saved from its bullies, the old lady he helped getting across the street, the criminal he prevented to get into the bank. Everything. And also, about his little fights with Ned, Flash mocking him in the hallways, him being angry at May, because she was so overprotective sometimes. He shared everything with you.

Something hits against your window. Probably just a gush of rain. You pull the blanket higher, your finger wandering over the line you just read.

The same noise again. A knock.

You put the book down, sliding to the end of your bed to the window. And there he is. Peter, sitting on the windowsill outside your window, his face slightly pressed against the glass, wearing no mask. You can’t see much, but he knocks again, waving at you. A soft smile on his lips and your heart stops.

With one movement, you get up and open the window and he slides in. Legs first, then the rest of his body, leaving a small pool of water on your floor. Clamped under his arm, your biology book. Looking a little bit soaked.

You step back, arms crossed, eyeing him, not sure what to say. “Hey ehm…” Peter’s right hand runs through his hair, as he holds up your biology book. “You forgot this at my place.”

Disappointment hits your gut and you gulp. “That’s what you came for?” You sit back on your bed, slipping right back under the covers and grabbing the Dickens novel. “Put it on my desk, be quiet when you leave. Mum is already gone to bed.”

Over the edge of the book, you watch Peter placing the book on your crammed desk, but instead of turning to the door, he touches the spider symbol in his chest, making his suit loose and drop to the floor. A warm shiver runs down your spine, seeing your boyfriend just wearing boxers, but you drop your eyes back on the book, ignoring him.

Slowly, he crawls into your bed, on his side. His warm feet bumping against your legs as he slips under the covers, his right hand taking the book from your hands, throwing it on the ground. “Peter, what…”

“I am sorry.” Wet hair brushes over your skin, as he pulls you close to him, his arms wrapping around your body. “I am sorry.”

A soft kiss on your neck making you shiver. Not enough to cut the knot in your throat.

“Your hair is wet.”“I didn’t want to snap at you.” Carefully, his fingers grace over your hip, drawing up to your arm. “I just…had a real shitty day.” Another soft, gentle kiss on your neck and you turn around. His fawn brown eyes meet yours, sparkling again, glossing.

“I am sorry.” Peter repeats, his nose nudging against yours. “I just…”You lick your lips, your fingers running through his wet hair, untangling it. “Talk to me…please…”

“I just…” He pauses, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth. “I was so happy to see you again today and then Ned yelled at me, because I messed up the formula and…I was so angry at me, because I never screw that up, but…”

Another pause, he rests his forehead against yours, his fingers playing with the fabric of your his old shirt. “Tony called me in a break, telling me something weird about a new project, which I can join, but it means I will be away during the summer before college and…”

A sting in your heart. “You’ll be away in the summer?”He nods. “I…this project sounds so good and I know we had other plans before college, I mean you wanted to look for a flat for us and now I’ll be gone and…” His brown eyes glimpse at you. “And it made me so upset, because I want to plan our future and…”

Trembling in his voice, you can see water pooling in his eyes.

“You know…” Gently you run your fingers through your hair. “I can also visit you Upstate.”“Despite the strict visiting hours?” Peter arches an eyebrow. “I mean Tony…”“Someone needs to take care of you.” Your eyes wander to his bruised knuckles, carefully grasping his hand. “What happened here?”“Tried to smash a wall.” He bites his lip. “I was so angry…but…didn’t work.”“Idiot.” You plant a soft kiss on his forehead. “I just felt…I would leave you on your own when I do the project….”

“Hey…I can look out for apartments on my own.” Your fingers grace over his cheek. “And send you photos.”“From you?” Lips curling into a smirk and you bump your knee against his. “The flat you smug bastard.” Peter chuckles, pecking a soft kiss on your nose. “I just…my brain was overreacting and then we had P.E. and I am so good at this and I failed and…I failed everything today…”

A shimmer in his eyes, he slides even closer, his body snuggling against yours. “Even the date night with my absolutely gorgeous girlfriend.”

“Shut up.”“No.” He shakes his head, a few drops of water hitting your face. “I know you wanted to calm me down and I…snapped. Not a good Spiderman nor boyfriend today.”“Peter…”“I am sorry, really.” Soft shimmer sparks in his fawn eyes and you feel your heart melting. “Can I kiss you?” A gentle nudge against your nose, you feel his breath brushing over your lips as he props himself a little bit up.“You’re still asking?”He nods. “Very important. So…?”

You nod, pulling him down to you. Lips crashing against each other, slowly, passionate, your hands burying in his hair, pulling him even closer. “I missed you, bubs”, a quiet whisper against your lips, making your heart burst. “Missed you too Spidey.” He chuckles, his head sinking down on your chest, arms wrapped tightly around you. Not letting go.

“Babe?” Feather light kisses on your neck, trailing up to your cheek. “Still up for movie night?”Warmth in your heart. “Which movie?”“The best.” A short pause. “Goblet of Fire.”“Rude, we’re watching Azkaban.”

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Downton Abbey Oppositions Tag Game

i was tagged by the delightful @oleander4 - thank you!

1. Favourite plotline from your least favourite season?

can i pick the movie as my least favorite season?? mmmm overall my least favorite season was s6 maybe? i did like thomas’s job search though; that was a fun/depressing little escapade. i also liked most of edith’s storyline that season tbh (except perhaps the resolution)

2. Least favourite plotline from your favourite season?

my favorite season is a total toss up between the first three so let’s just go with season 3 because so much happened in it. i didn’t like most of the lavinia plotline! i like lavinia well enough as a character with potential, but i thought she was really poorly treated from a writing standpoint; i thought her last wish was sad in a bad way, and i didn’t appreciate matthew’s reaction to her death (even if i can see where it was coming from).

3. What’s a quality that you actually like about (one of) your least favourite main/regular character(s)?

lol spratt and denker. i think they would be great on a different show. their prissy, sassy hijinks are something i can appreciate in isolation if they show up in a clip compilation out of context, even if i didn’t enjoy how they fit in with the rest of downton abbey.

4. What’s your least favourite quality of your favourite character?

sometimes thomas’s snark doesn’t really land for me. this is one of the inevitabilities of stanning a try-hardish edwardian edgelord, and usually i do appreciate the unnecessary sniping so it’s not really much of a problem, but meh. sometimes i’m not into the specific bitchery he goes in for.

5. What’s your favourite thing that your least favourite main/regular character has done?

honestly the whole thing about denker getting drunk and ripping off andy made me cackle; i love a shitty little scheme. maybe if she’d been more integrated with the rest of the characters i’d have liked her more...?

6. What’s your least favourite thing that your favourite character has done?

ohhh i just think it’s too bad he was so cartoonishly mean to dear miss baxter when she first arrived, you know? i can kind of make it make sense for him to have done that if i think about it enough, but it just felt unnecessary and like something he should have known better than to do...

7. What’s a positive aspect about (one of) your least favourite ship(s)?

what’s my least favorite ship...? i guess mary/anybody-but-matthew? i don’t have much time for her series of interchangeable men in seasons 4-6 :p but i like that she’s out here playing the field, singing this is how to be a heartbreaker, etc. like, good for her! geddit babe!

8. What’s an aspect about your favourite ship that you don’t like?

we know i’m more of a fan of the platonic relationships for DA, but since i think that is not what this question is getting at, thomas/jimmy it is. i dislike the way my darling bastard man had to act very ooc and Bad to set up the initial storyline. it requires more walking back than i’d really prefer for there to have to be (especially given jimmy’s history with anstruther) to make the ship feel organic by my own standards. i also think jimmy is a pill but whatever that doesn’t count as a problem to me lol

9. What’s your favourite and least favourite styling/outfit of your favourite and/or least favourite character? (feel free to add pics if you want!)

favorite for thomas: fair outfit! we love the rolled up sleeve look and slightly tousled hair and obliterated face! least favorite for thomas: probably the canningford grange uniform, but also i don’t like his brown suit :(

i’m not going to tag anyone because i don’t know who hasn’t been tagged who would be interested, so if you want to do this, please do so and say i tagged you

#tag games #long post

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You Times Two (Ch.10)

Pairing: Marinette/Ladybug | Adrien/Chat Noir Words: 3950 Summary: Ladybug knew this was necessary. She was the Guardian. He had the Cat Miraculous. But when his suit evaporated in a glow of pale green, she sure hadn’t expected him to have something far more precious: her heart. Cross-posted: AO3 and FFN

Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | ...

Recap: Previously, on You Times Two… Swagdrien showed off his killer dance moves, Marimoo considered tuning along to Sonata The Hedgehog's song, and everyone but Foxy Lady, Turtle Boy and Chilluka was a jealous wee bean. Upon seeing Golden Boy's apparent discomfort at Pastrami's hands-on approach to her envy, Maribug tripped mid-dance and busted her poor ankle. And of course, after a week of no akumas, Mr Perfect Timing's back at it again. What doth the author hast in store for thee?

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Chapter Ten

The boings of Alya and Nino playing Super Penguino only somewhat muffled the soft and mellow strums of Luka’s guitar. It was a nice melody, Adrien wouldn’t deny. He’d thought the same thing a week ago, when they’d all sat by the Seine with André’s ice cream in hand.

But back then, he hadn’t known Luka had composed it just for Marinette. That it was supposedly her song.

How could he have known?

It was soft, but not nearly sweet enough. And laidback, rather than lively. And while it was pleasant, it lacked the passion befitting of his friend.

Her passion for sewing.

Her passion for helping others.

Her passion for standing up for what she believed in.

Adrien watched as she drew out a breath from her freckle-dusted nose, as her pink lips curved into an easy smile, as her bluebell eyes fluttered shut. Her elbow brushed his own as she tipped her head against Luka’s shoulder.

He felt pressure on his hand—a reminder that he still held Kagami’s. His eyes met hers, and the question that clouded her gaze was enough to spark surprise in his own. Someone had squeezed the other’s hand, but that someone hadn’t been her—

A gasp stole his attention. “Dudes!” Nino’s left hand clutched half of Alya’s iPad, while his right jabbed toward the TV. “Check out the news!”

Adrien did just that.

And sucked in a breath at the sight he beheld.

The concerned face of Nadja Chamack filled the screen. Live footage appeared of an offensively coloured tower that soared into the sky, its abstract surface jarring against the bygone architecture of the buildings around it.

Adrien knew the area. At least five minutes away by baton.

Alya lunged at the coffee table. “Unmute!” she screamed, snatching up the remote with a crazed look in her eye. One fierce jab of her finger—

“—in Montparnasse, where a new villain is turning Paris into an abstract nightmare!”

The screen flicked to a series of clips. Fleeing Parisians. Multicoloured beams. Anything they touched – people, buildings, buses, pigeons – transformed into an eye-achingly colourful and contorted version of its former self.

“As always, authorities advise all Parisians to stay indoors until Ladybug and Chat—”

Zap!

Colour swarmed across Nadja’s body. Her lips swelled. Her nose went freakishly thin. Her left eye bulged and climbed a good three inches up her face. And although her body was off screen, Adrien had a sneaking suspicion it looked just as ill-proportioned. With a gasp, she stumbled out of frame.

A figure dropped from the sky, his body as obnoxiously bright as the tower that loomed behind him. He skulked toward the screen, a sneer scrunching the enormous, triangular nostrils on his severely misshapen face. “I am Putricasso!” The footage faltered at the hands of an unseen cameraman. “And soon, all of Paris will be as breath-taking as Picasso’s fine creations!”

With narrow eyes, Putricasso aimed an oversized paint brush at the screen.

The TV went static.

Adrien’s knee bobbed. Their first akuma in a week. Of course, it had to happen mid-group gathering. His eyes zipped around the apartment. He needed an excuse—

Marinette flew to her feet. “Actually—” A wince warped her face as she reeled back onto the sofa, hunched forward with her hand around her ankle. “I’ve – uh – changed my mind.” She stood again, this time slowly and with greater success. “I should definitely see a doctor. Just in case.”

He sprung up beside her. “I’ll take you!”

“NO!”

By the sheer desperation in her voice, one might’ve thought he was dragging her into danger right along with him.

“I mean YES!” She slapped her hands together. “Take me now!” Her eyes flew wide. “To the doctors! Take me now to the doctors. Please.” He didn’t miss her limp as she looked between Nino, Kagami and Luka, an apologetic smile at the ready. Her eyes lingered on Luka especially.

Alya was too busy frantically tapping her phone screen to pay them all any mind.

“Sorry I couldn’t stay longer, guys.” Marinette’s fingers drummed against her pink, flowery clutch. “Injury aside, it’s been fun!” She was already hobbling toward the front door.

Adrien scooped his grey messenger bag off the floor, threw it over one shoulder, and turned to Kagami. He was met by a question:

“Can I come along?”

His shoulders shot to his ears. “Err – No need, Kagami! I’ll, uh, be quick.”

Her gaze swerved to Marinette, then back to him. “Okay.”

“Hey, Marinette?” Luka’s voice drew Adrien’s focus. “Are we still on for tomorrow?” The musician smiled at her from the sofa, guitar propped in his lap.

She was halfway to the exit, but stopped to beam at him all the same. “Of course! No way am I letting my clumsiness ruin our movie date.” For the second time today, she winked at Luka.

Adrien’s smile felt forced.

Until her attention turned to him.

“Ready, Adrien?”

He nodded and, after a brief farewell to his friends, rushed to her side. “Let’s go.”

As she continued to limp toward the exit, he identified a glaring flaw in his escape plan. He needed time to take her to the doctor’s. And time was something he had none of right now.

…

Crap.

Adrien could think of several reasons as to why he couldn’t ditch her.

Reason one? It’d be a terrible thing to do.

Reason two? It’d be awfully suspicious after offering to take her in the first place.

Reason three? She really did need his help.

But damn it, so did Ladybug. And all of Paris for that matter. Maybe he could speed things up somehow—

“Hold the fort, Nino!” Alya, who Adrien was sure had been on the sofa just a second ago, flashed by them in a blur of orange and blue. “Your girl’s gotta bounce!”

“Babe?!” Nino sputtered from his seat. “You’ve – You’ve got guests!”

Alya swung the front door aside, revealing a public stairwell of wooden steps and copper railing. “Montparnasse is, like, a twenty-minute metro away. If I jet now, I might make the end of the battle!” She threw Marinette a one-handed finger gun. “Rest that foot up, girl!” And with that, she was off.

Marinette frowned at the front door, still ajar. “I swear she has no sense of self preservation.”

“With Ladybug protecting Paris, at least we know she’s in safe hands.”

She met his smile with one of her own. “You mean Ladybug and Chat Noir.”

His lips parted, a merry “thank you” at the ready, until he realised that’d be a pretty odd response from Adrien Agreste. “You’re right,” he said instead, following her through the front door. “I’ll be back soon, everyone!” (He hoped.)

While he clicked the door shut behind him, Marinette limped up to the first set of steps in their way. With her fingers around the handrail, she put her right foot forward, gauging her weight on step number one as though testing the temperature of a swimming pool.

Hold up.

Did she plan to scale these stairs on her own?

He stepped forward. “If you’d like, I can—”

“No.” Her answer was short, but not impolite. More like she was on a mission. “I’ve got this.”

“You sure?”

The front of her ballerina flat touched the first step. Seeming satisfied with the level of pain, she ventured forward.

“Yeah, I’m—”

Her ankle buckled.

He lunged after her.

One hand clutched the curve of her waist.

The other gripped her shoulder.

“—totally in need of a little assistance.”

A little giggle followed her words and he couldn’t help but smile. He levelled her onto her feet. “Say no more.” Knees bent, he eased one hand across her back, while his other reached down to loop behind her legs.

A thought made him pop back to full height.

Was it socially acceptable to carry her bridal-style?

“Err – With your permission?”

The question hung in the air. And was it a trick of the light? Or were her cheeks a little rosier than usual? Maybe he needed an ice breaker. The kind of comment she’d expect from Chat Noir. He’d carried her bridal style on more than one occasion.

“No altars, I promise.”

“I – I – Uh—”

Mistakes were made.

Her eyes darted every which way. None of those ways crossed paths with his own. And— Oh no! Her cheeks were definitely rosy now. Had he just made her more uncomfortable?

“Sure,” she squeaked, much like the sound that had inspired the nickname ‘Marimouse’ last night. “Fine. Totally fine. Like, one hundred percent A-OK.” She placed her right hand across the nape of his neck, emphasising her words.

With a quiet sigh of relief, Adrien lifted her from the stairs into his arms, and her left hand slid behind his neck to join her right. He hadn’t started out his day expecting to sweep a cute girl off her feet, but here he was. That joke rode the tip of his tongue, barely withheld, because jeez, his last attempt at ice breaking had gone just splendidly.

As he began their descent down the stairs, Marinette spoke up again. “Sorry if I’m heavy...”

He almost laughed.

That hadn’t even crossed his mind.

His thoughts drifted a day into the past, to the puns they’d cracked in her kitchen. “Must’ve been the cheesecake. I’d batter be extra careful while carrying you down these stairs!”

Eager for her reaction, his eyes flicked from the steps to her face. She didn’t disappoint.

No, she rolled her eyes.

He smirked in record time.

“I swear you’re like a walking punpedia.”

“You’re meant to egg me on, Marinette. Have I tarte you nothing?”

Banana puns. Baking puns. He was on a roll today. Punning against an artsy villain would be a piece of cake.

“Gosh, I pun with you once and suddenly, we’re pun buddies.”

Had his hands not been preoccupied, Adrien would’ve placed one to his heart. “Why, I hope you’re not planning to dessert me?” This time, she groaned, but he didn’t miss the slight upward tilt of her lips. “Because that would mousse definitely make me sad.”

With a shake of her head, she finally cracked a smile. Briefly, he wished he didn’t have to watch where he was going, so he could freely enjoy the fruits of his labours.

A few seconds ticked by, the thumps of his shoes against wood filling the silence. He reached a stair landing, strode by two doors, then continued down another set of steps.

Marinette sighed. “I feel kinda bad about leaving early.”

Adrien’s brows curled. If either of them should feel bad right now, it was him. He’d invited Kagami, after all, and here he was leaving her despite knowing she wasn’t at ease around acquaintances.

“Don’t feel bad, Marinette. Your health comes first. Any one of our friends would say the same.”

She was silent.

But one glance at her face revealed lips pursed by thought.

“Is this about leaving Luka?”

From the corner of his eye, Marinette nodded. “I just feel so lame for ditching him.”

Adrien shrugged. Well, as much as he could with her in his arms. “I’m sure he understands. I know I would if I was in his shoes.”

A quiet pause.

“You’re right.”

Adrien didn’t need to peel his eyes from the steps to know she was smiling. “So, uhh”—he cleared his throat—“did he really compose that song just for you?”

Another nod on her end.

“That’s pretty cool.” Even if it didn’t suit her as well as it could’ve. “Maybe I should compose a song for you,” he thought aloud, already sifting through piano pieces he knew for inspiration. Something bright. Strong. Resilient. Joyful! Playing it needed to make him as happy as being around her did.

“I, um… I should probably text my parents.” Her left hand dropped from his neck to pull a smart phone from the front pocket of her pants. “I’m sure they’ll be happy to take me to the doctors, so you don’t have to.”

“Oh. Well, I…” It sure made transforming easier, but he still had to ask, “If that’s not too much trouble?”

With a shake of her head, Marinette held her phone near his shoulder. “‘Course not.” It clicked as she typed. “And this way you don’t have to leave everyone.”

Little did she know.

While Marinette tucked away her phone, he scaled the last of the steps and approached a wooden door, its surface scuffed from years of use. “Could you—”

Sure enough, she was already reaching for the brass knob.

They exchanged a smile as he planted his back to the door and reversed his way into an open-air corridor. “Nice work, team.”

That got a giggle out of her.

With Marinette still in his arms, Adrien strode by rows of beige mailboxes, a letter half hanging from one of the slots. She extended a hand and pushed it the rest of the way in.

“In case it’s something important.”

“Very typical of you,” he said with a wink.

Her eyes fell to her lap, but not before she smiled.

As they approached an iron gate, he recalled her earlier advice that it was never actually locked, and coaxed it open with his back. The street was fairly quiet. A few pigeons. A couple of motoring cars. And an old lady walking her sausage dog.

He glanced back at the entrance corridor beyond the iron gate. It’d make a good transformation spot. Well, as long as Marinette didn’t see him race inside, only for Chat Noir to leave a second later.

With that in mind, Adrien rounded a nearby corner to be met by an equally quiet street. Bending his knees, he set her down on the sidewalk and placed his hands on her shoulders, ready to catch her at a moment’s notice. “You okay to stand, Marinette?”

Her answer, as it turned out, was to press her petite fingers flush against his chest.

A second later, he froze as she slapped her hands to her face. “Sorry!” She peeked up at him from through her fingers. “I – Uh – The designer in me! She felt bad for creasing your dress shirt!”

That made sense.

Adrien placed a hand on her shoulder. “Don’t worry, Marinette. I’m a fashion model, remember? Unannounced crease correcting comes with the territory.” He chuckled. “Besides, I prefer you doing it as opposed to some stranger.” After two light pats on her shoulder, his hand returned to his side, and his fingers drummed against his thighs. “So, err…” As much as he needed to scat, leaving her alone felt a little impolite. “I can keep you company until your parents get here?”

Marinette toyed with the hem of her cardigan. “That’s, uh, awfully nice of you, Adrien, but there’s really no need.” She tapped her fingers together as she peered up at him. “I – I mean, not that I don’t want your company. Your company’s great. You just… umm… probably wanna get back to everyone else, right?”

Well, not exactly.

He slipped a hand behind his neck. “Are you sure, Marinette?”

“Adrien.” The boldness of her tone alone made him still. “Gateau of here.”

Did…

Did she just…

The smile that swept across her lips was answer enough. Man, she was awesome!

“How can I say dough to that?” With a broad grin, he took two steps back the way they came. “Take it easy on that ankle, okay?”

“Uh – Yeah! Will do.”

“And I guess I’ll… see you Monday?”

“Yup. Monday! That’s when you’ll next be seeing me.”

“Great. See you then!”

With a two-fingered salute, he ducked around the corner and backtracked through the gate, rows of mailboxes affixed to the wall on his right.

Plagg zipped out of his messenger bag. “Finally!” By the way he snickered, he wasn’t really bothered. “Parting with your girlfriend is such sweet sorrow, hmm?”

Nope. Definitely not bothered.

“You said the same thing yesterday, Plagg.” He fiddled with the cuff of his dress shirt. “You know she’s just a friend.”

His kwami floated closer. “Don’t you mean a pun buddy?”

Adrien gave a wry smile. “Speaking of which”—he launched out his fist—“Plagg, claws out!”

In a flash of blinding green, Chat Noir stood where Adrien Agreste once had. He approached the gate, scanned the street for any onlookers, then raced out onto the sidewalk.

One tap of his baton launched him heavenward—and with a highly essential flip, he dropped to a nearby rooftop. In the distant cityscape, Montparnasse Tower stood like a sky-high circus.

“Good thing I’m wearing my clown costume.” He tapped the glowing paw on his staff, revealing its screen. “No messages from M’Lady? Well colour me shocked.”

A few taps brought up the latest akuma update. No heroes on the scene yet. He glanced at his Bugabeacon. By the looks of it, she hadn’t transformed yet. Seemed he wasn’t the only one running fashionably late.

Chat gripped his staff tighter.

This was their first battle since his reveal.

Ladybug’s first battle with Adri—

No.

Her second battle with Adrien.

And an agonising reminder of his desire to prove himself.

Sure, Chat Noir had done so for over a year, but he wasn’t just Chat Noir anymore. No, he was also Adrien Agreste, who’d failed to save her as Aspik for three months straight. Adrien Agreste, whose nightmares had been haunted by Desperada ever since. Adrien Agreste, who longed for redemption.

And today was his chance.

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Marinette tottered into a nearby alleyway and propped her back against a weather-worn wall. Two painkillers, a dollop of anti-inflammatory cream and twenty minutes of ice-pack time, yet somehow her ankle throbbed more now than it had right after her fall.

Tikki whizzed out of her pink clutch, concern swimming in her eyes.

“Our first akuma in a week and I’ll be spending it stumbling through Paris.” Marinette pushed off the wall to test out the injury. A little weight was wince-worthy, but bearable. Anything more active was another story. “Will my transformation do anything to ease the pain?”

Her kwami shook her head. “I’m sorry, Marinette! Injuries you get while de-transformed are out of my control. You’ll just have to be extra careful.”

So it looked like she’d have to keep anything too jarring to a minimum. Well, try to. Running and jumping were kind of necessary when it came to yoyo swinging and dodging dangerous projectiles.

“I’ll have to fight through the pain.” She shifted her weight to her good ankle. “At least it’s just a sprain. Or there’s no way I’d be standing.”

Five storeys up, a blur of black leapt over the alley.

Tikki frowned. “What about Chat Noir?”

A touch of dread rematerialized, gripping her chest as it had upstairs. She’d thought – well, maybe freaked out – about that on the way down. Though observing Adrien’s own ditch attempt had been a welcome distraction. And a fascinating one at that.

“He saw me walking fine during patrol last night.” She cupped her chin. “It’ll be hard to come up with a believable excuse, but...”

“I’m sure you’ll think of something.”

Marinette nodded. “I have to.” Purpose hardened her eyes. “Tikki, spots on!”

Latex washed up her body in a glow of pale pink. Immediately, Ladybug reassessed her ankle, hoping for a miracle.

Alas, Lady Luck couldn’t solve everything.

She flicked up the screen of her yoyo. According to her Kitty Tracker, Chat Noir was already five blocks ahead of her. “He’s really hightailing it over there,” she thought aloud, and hurled her yoyo at the rim of the roof above. One tug sent her skyward.

Her toes touched down.

Her ankle caved.

Her knees slammed against the roof.

Ladybug groaned. “Focus!” The second time in a week she’d said that very thing. She’d let down her friends, her master, all of Paris. She refused to be that useless today.

Never again.

Ladybug hoisted herself to her feet and stared out at the Parisian skyline. Montparnasse Tower reached for the clouds like a multicoloured beacon. It’d already been about ten minutes since that footage had aired. She needed to get there fast.

But how could she do that with a busted ankle?

The Horse Miraculous wasn’t an option. The Miracle Box was stowed away in Master Fu’s old phonograph, atop the chest that housed Adrien’s many birthday gifts. Getting home would take almost as long as stumbling to Montparnasse.

A lightbulb went off in her head.

What if she embraced her inner Spider-Man? Swing more. Land less. Rest her ankle on the way there. Yeah, that could work. It’d be better than pushing her ankle before she’d even engaged Putricasso.

With her mind made up, she hurled her yoyo at a distant chimney. And as she spideyed her way over to Montparnasse, a month-old memory replayed in her mind.

The sinking sun set the sky ablaze, splashing the Arc de Triomphe with its golden glow. Her legs swayed off the ledge of the aged monument in time with Chat Noir’s, while cars hummed underfoot.

“Hey, LB?” He grinned at her, the tiny straw of a juice box brushing his lips. “Has it ever occurred to you that you’re like a female Spider-Man?”

“Y’know, my friends were discussing that very thing this week.”

“Ha! Mine too.” He took a hearty sip. “It makes sense, right? You’re both bug-themed. You wear lots of red. You swing around the city.”

“So if my comic counterpart’s Spider-Man, who’s yours?”

Chat puffed out his chest. “I am Batman,” he rasped, his voice an octave lower.

She snorted. “I was thinking more along the lines of Cat Woman.”

With a pout, he passed the juice box to her awaiting hand. “Why not Black Panther?”

“Who?”

“Wow, M’Lady!” He slapped a dramatic paw to his heart. “That hurts my very soul!”

Through a smile, Ladybug took a small sip of juice. “Well,” she eventually said, “I think Chat Noir’s a much cooler superhero anyway.”

The smile he flashed her could’ve powered all of Europe.

Then he opened his mouth.

“Does this mean I can’t call you Spider-Woman?”

Ladybug couldn’t help but laugh as she soared through the autumn air. She considered telling him their silly talk had come in handy. Maybe she’d even let him call her Paris’ friendly neighbourhood ladybug. He’d get a kick out of that for sure.

Up ahead, Montparnasse Tower was a fast-approaching eyesore—and a reminder that she still needed a reason for her injury. One scan of the area drew her attention to an ice rink. A very familiar ice rink. An excuse bloomed in her brain. A skating accident. One she’d suffered from first thing this morning. It wasn’t her finest cover-up, but her choices were gut-churningly limited. If ever there was a day for her luck to shine through, today was it.

With each street she swung through, the beige brickwork and timeworn buildings of Paris evolved into a mess of colourful shapes. Rooms stuck out at odd angles, far from structurally sound. Flying pigeons defied the laws of aerodynamics, their wings branching from their bodies like two featherless triangles. And Parisians panicked in the streets, their faces distorted and their bodies a jumbled state of jagged shapes. If a unicorn caught a stomach bug, she imagined the aftermath would look a lot like this.

A multicoloured beam sliced through the sky—just past Montparnasse Cemetery, where an expanse of tombstones dotted the land. More beams burst from between a distant street and with narrowed eyes, she veered toward them.

#ml fic #miraculous ladybug #you times two #adrinette #marichat #ladynoir #ladrien

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HUMILIATED & UNHAPPY

July 16, 1960

TV Guide ~ July 16-22, 1960 (Vol.8, No.29 & Issue #381) Cover photo by Sherm Weisberg, Fashions by Sacks Fifth Avenue

This was Lucille Ball’s tenth (of 39) TV Guide covers.

“A VISIT WITH LUCILLE BALL” by Dan Jenkins

On January 19, 1953, Desi Arnaz rushed exultantly into the Hollywood Brown Derby, grinning that wide, idiotic grin common to new fathers for the past several eons. Striding down a side isle, he threw his arms excitedly in the air and shouted, "Now we got everythin'!" By "everythin'," Arnaz was encompassing quite a bit of territory - an eight-pound son born that morning, the birth of the Ricardo son on ‘I Love Lucy’ that same night and a gold-plated peak of popularity for a television series which, in all probability, will never again be approached. On May 4, 1960, just seven years later, Desi Arnaz and Lucille Ball, quite possibly the most widely known couple in show-business history, were divorced. She had sued for divorce once before (she didn't complete the proceedings), but that was back in 1944 when Desi was a corporal in the Army, Lucy was a star at MGM and World War II was getting all the headlines. By 1960, the Lucy-Desi combine had made so many headlines that no one even bothered to look at the press-clipping scrapbooks any more, or the countless awards that had rolled in on them from all over the country. On an overcast spring afternoon, just 10 days after the divorce, Lucille Ball was sitting in her small but tastefully decorated dressing room on the Desilu lot. That morning, during a short drive over to the neighboring Paramount lot to confer with the producers of her upcoming picture with Bob Hope, she had stuck her head out the window of her chauffeur-driven car and shouted to a friend, "Hi! Remember me? I used to work at Desilu." The remark was not only typical of Lucy Ball but an unwitting reflection of her character and a classic off-the-cuff example of the laugh-clown-laugh tradition. Like most true clowns, Lucy is not a jovial, outgoing person. Her devastating sense of humor, often with a cutting edge, is reserved for her friends. In her dealings with the press she is precise, truthful - and sparing with words. A newsman asked her recently if she had plans to marry again. Lucy stared at him for a few seconds and said simply, "No." (1) The newsman felt that Lucy had missed her calling and should be rushed into the negotiations with Khrushchev forthwith. Relaxing (which is to say, at least sitting down for a few minutes) with an old friend in her dressing room that spring afternoon, Lucy alternated between abrupt sentences and spilled-over paragraphs. On the subject of her immediate plans, she talked almost as though by rote. "I start rehearsals this week for a picture with Bob Hope. It's called 'The Facts of Life.' [She did not wince at the title.] I liked it the minute I read the script and said I'd do it if Bob would. It's written and produced by Norman Panama and Melvin Frank. We have a 10-week shooting schedule. "Then I go to New York with the two children, my mother and two maids. We have a seven-room apartment on 69th Street at Lexington. I'll start rehearsals right away for a Broadway show, 'Wildcat.' It's a comedy with music, not a musical comedy, but the music is important. I play a girl wildcatter in the Southwestern oil fields around the turn of the century. It was written by N. Richard Nash, who wrote 'The Rainmaker.' He is co-producer with Michael Kidd, the director. We're still looking for a leading man. I want an unknown. He has to be big, husky, around 40. He has to be able to throw me around, and I'm a pretty big girl. He has to be able to sing, at least a little. (2) I have to sing, too. It's pretty bad. When I practice, I hold my hands over my ears. We open out of town - I don't know where - and come to New York in December. [Ed. Note: ‘Wildcat’ is now scheduled to make its debut in Philadelphia in November.] (3) "I'm terrified. I've never been on the stage before, except in 'Dream Girl' years ago. But we always filmed ‘I Love Lucy’ before a live audience. I knew a long time ago that I was eventually going to go to Broadway and that's one reason why we shot Lucy that way. But I'm still terrified. The contract for the play runs 18 months. Maybe it will last that long. Maybe longer. And maybe it will last three days." (4) The phone rang. A man's voice, the resonant kind which a telephone seems to make louder, wanted to know if Lucy would like to go out that night. Lucy's expression indicated that the whole idea was a bore but the man prattled on. He apparently had a commitment to attend a young night-club singer's act. "I've seen him twice already," Lucy said into the phone, "and his press agent is now saying I've been there eight times. If I go again the kid will be saying I'm in love with him. He's 2-feet-6 and nine years old. I don't want any part of it." The voice on the phone turned to a tone of urgent pleading. Lucy held the phone away from her at arms length and looked to the ceiling for advice and guidance. She finally hung up. "I go out because people ask me to," she said. "I have no love for night clubs, unless there's an act I especially want to see. And I don't especially want to see this kid's again." She lit another cigarette. "Nervous habit," she said. "I don't inhale, never did. Just nerves.” "I get tired too easily. The reaction is beginning to set in. I've had pneumonia twice in a year. That's not good." There was a long silence. Even for old friends, Lucy is not an easy person to talk to. "I filed for the divorce the day after I finished my last piece of film under the Westinghouse contract," she said suddenly. "I should have done it long ago." Would there ever be any more Lucy-Desi specials like those Westinghouse had sponsored? (5) She stared. "No," she said abruptly. She paused. "Even if everything were alright, we'd never work together again. We had six years of a pretty successful series and two years of specials. Why try to top it? That would be foolish. We always knew that when the time came to quit, we'd quit. We were lucky. We quit while we were still ahead." Was she happy?

Another stare. "Am I happy? No. Not yet. I will be. I've been humiliated. That's not easy for a woman." She started to talk about the recent years with Desi. She talked in a quiet, factual monotone, a voice that had been all through bitterness and was now beyond it. She talked with an implicit faith that what she was saying was off the record. It was. Some day, it was suggested to her, somebody was going to write the story. She stared. "Who would want to?" (6) She looked over at the framed picture of Desi that stood on a small table. "Look at him," she said. "That's the way he looked 10 years ago. He doesn't look like that now. He'll never look like that again." The door was opened and a spring breeze began drawing some of the heavy cigarette smoke out of the room. Lucy smiled a little and turned to her desk. "Try to write," she said finally, "more than I said but not as much as I said."

FOOTNOTES

(1) Lucille Ball did indeed marry again - to Gary Morton (born Morton Goldaper) on November 21, 1961. They remained married until her death.

(2) Gordon MacRae, Jock Mahoney, and Gene Barry were considered before Lucille selected Keith Andes to play the role of Joe Dynamite. He was indeed 40 years old at the time of casting. He committed suicide in 2005.

(3) 'Wildcat’s’ Philadelphia tryout opened on October 29, 1960. The Broadway opening had to be postponed when trucks hauling the sets and costumes to New York were stranded on the New Jersey Turnpike by a major blizzard. After two previews, the show opened on December 16th at Broadway’s Alvin (now Neil Simon) Theatre.

(4) ‘Wildcat’ ran for 171 regular performances. The show was on hiatus from February 5, 1961 through February 9, 1961 during Lucille Ball's illness. The production was to take a 9-week hiatus after June 3rd, 1961 and re-open August 7, 1961, to complete Ball’s contract, but the show closed and did not return due to Ball’s physical exhaustion.

(5) Jenkins is referring to the 13 “The Lucy-Desi Comedy Hours” which were part of the “Westinghouse-Desilu Playhouse” which continued the adventures of the Ricardos and the Mertzes, including guest stars, musical numbers, and travel-themed episodes.

(6) Lucy and Desi’s tempestuous marriage has been the subject of several books, two television movies, an award-winning documentary, and at least one stage musical!

TV Guide columnist Dan Jenkins had his name used by “I Love Lucy” in “Redecorating” (ILL S2;E8) in 1952 for the used furniture salesman played by Hans Conried. His name was also mentioned in “Lucy and Ethel Buy The Same Dress” (S3;E3) as a possible emcee for their television show. His qualifications? He plays tissue paper and comb!

In 1953, when Lucille Ball was accused of being a Communist, the real Dan Jenkins stood up at a press conference and said “Well, I think we all owe Lucy a vote of thanks, and I think a lot of us owe her an apology.” Lucy and Desi walked over to where Jenkins was standing and gave him a huge hug. Jenkins later said, “From that time on, we were very good friends.” His last interview with Lucy was in 1986 during “Life with Lucy.”

OTHER ARTICLES

“Shari Lewis and her Puppets” - Lewis was a ventriloquist who’s main character was the sock puppet Lambchop. In 1960, after years of guest-starring on television, Lewis got her own show, which lasted three years on NBC.

“Ty Hardin’s Whirlwind Career” - Ty Hardin and his western show “Bronco” (1958-63) was ABC TV’s answer to Clint Walker’s “Cheyenne”.

“From the Mouth’s of Babes Comes Happy’s Gimmick” - “Happy” (1960-61) was the nickname of a baby, who’s thoughts could be heard by the viewers in this one-season sitcom. It was filmed at Desilu Studios.

“The Untouchables - Fact and Fiction: Part 2″ - “The Untouchables” (1959-63) was a series that began on “The Westinghouse-Desilu Playhouse” and turned into a hit weekly show by Desilu.

PHOTO FEATURES

“Linkletter’s Packing Tips” - Art Linkletter was one of television’s most popular hosts and presenters. Lucille Ball appeared on his show “House Party” in 1965 as well as a 1966 episode of “The Lucy Show” and a 1970 episode of “Here’s Lucy,” both times playing himself.

“Connie Stevens’ Calorie Counter” - Connie Stevens was a singer and actress then playing Cricket Blake on “Hawaiian Eye” (1959-63).

REVIEW

“Mystery Show” - was a mystery anthology series broadcast on NBC from May 1960 to September 1960 as a summer replacement for “The Dinah Shore Chevy Show” with Walter Slezak as host, except for the last three episodes, which had Vincent Price as host.

At the time Evelyn Bigsby was the Associate Managing Editor for Women’s Features at TV Guide’s Hollywood Bureau. Her name was given to the new mother (played by Mary Jane Croft) who sits next to Lucy on the plane in “Return Home From Europe” (ILL S5;E26) in 1956.

Depending on the time zone, “I Love Lucy” was re-run every morning at 10 or 11am. Here it competed with “The Price Is Right” which was broadcast in color! NBC (RCA) was the leader in color television and staked its claim far soon than CBS. “The Lucy Show” didn’t air in color until the fall of 1965.

In another market, “I Love Lucy” ran weekdays at 10am. This edition (same cover and feature articles, different listings) included “Lucy” episode descriptions, while others did not. Notice that an hour earlier the same channel re-ran Desilu’s series “December Bride”. On Monday, July 18, 1960, the re-run was “Second Honeymoon” (ILL S5;E14). From this we can logically assume that this week, in this particular TV market, channel 2 and 8 presented:

TUESDAY, JULY 19, 1960 - “Lucy Meets the Queen (ILL S5;E15)

WEDNESDAY, JULY 20, 1960 - “The Fox Hunt” (ILL S5;E16)

THURSDAY, JULY 21, 1960 - “Lucy Goes To Scotland” (ILL S5;E17)

FRIDAY, JULY 22, 1960 - “Paris at Last” (ILL S5;E18)

On Tuesday, July 19, 1960, at 8:30pm, CBS aired the unsold pilot for "Head of the Family". The pilot had Carl Reiner as TV writer Rob Petrie, Barbara Britton as Rob's wife Laura, Sylvia Miles as Sally Rogers, and Morty Gunty as Buddy Sorrell. In 1961, CBS would score a hit with a new name and a new cast of Dick Van Dyke, Mary Tyler Moore, Rose Marie, and Morey Amsterdam, filmed at Desilu Studios.

For American TV viewers, this was the week between the Democratic National Convention (July 11-15) and the Republican National Convention (July 25-28). Both parties affirmed their November presidential candidates: John F. Kennedy (D) and Richard M. Nixon (R). Kennedy would prove the victor on Election Day.

Eight years earlier, in July 1952, an estimated 70 million voters watched the broadcasts, which ended with the nominations of Adlai Stevenson II and Dwight D. Eisenhower. Although the conventions were also televised in 1948, few Americans owned a TV set to watch them. There was a popular myth that Stevenson lost the election because of backlash from interrupting airings of “I Love Lucy” with hour-long campaign ads. Another story has Stevenson receiving a telegram from a Lucy fan that read: “I love Lucy, but I hate you.” The situation was paralleled on “I Love Lucy” in “The Club Election” (ILL S2;E19). By 1956, the conventions were less a novelty on television, and drew smaller ratings and less attention. In the summer of 1956, Lucy and Desi were preparing their sixth and final season of “I Love Lucy” and storylines had to revolve around big name guest stars (Orson Welles and Bob Hope) and the move to Connecticut.

Lucille Ball’s last appearance as Lucy Ricardo was on April 1, 1960, just four and a half months before this issue of TV Guide hit the stands. She wouldn’t return to series television until September 1962, by which time Lucille will be back on the cover of TV Guide once again. She remained a yearly fixture on the Guide cover until 1974 and then made only one more original appearance to mark her return with “Life With Lucy.”

After this article comes out, the next time TV viewers see Lucille Ball on their home screens is to promote her film with Bob Hope, The Facts of Life, on “The Garry Moore Show” on September 27, 1960. The film opened in November 1960.

For more about TV Guide and “I Love Lucy” click here!

#TV Guide #Lucille Ball #I Love Lucy #Dan Jenkins #1960 #Garry Moore Show #The Westinghouse-Desilu Playhouse #The Lucy-Desi Comedy Hour #TV #Desilu #Eveyln Bigsby #Art Linkletter #Shari Lewis #Ty Hardin #Mary Jane Croft #Untouchables #Connie Stevens #Hans Conried #Wildcat

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Summary: As a stage manager who’s clawed her way up from the bottom, Emma Swan can handle just about anything thrown her way. But does that include handsome lead actor Killian Jones? A CS Broadway AU. Rated T. Also on AO3. Prologue Ch. 1 Ch. 2 Ch. 3Ch. 4 Ch. 5 Ch. 6 Ch. 7 Ch. 8 Ch. 9 Ch. 10 Ch. 11 Ch. 12 Ch. 13 Ch. 14 Ch. 15 Ch. 16 Ch. 17 Ch. 18

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Title taken from “Next to Normal”. Full disclosure, there is not a reprise of “Superboy and the Invisible Girl” in the musical. However, a reprise oftentimes takes the original song and builds upon it, adding extra verses to show development in plot. It seemed appropriate for this chapter, which has echoes of Chapter 13 (Also called Superboy and the Invisible Girl).

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Thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoy this sappy conclusion!

Four years later

“Welcome back to Sign Off, everybody!”

Emma knows that Killian will do his ear scratch when he finds her watching his segment, but she wouldn’t miss this for the world. It’s like reliving a little bit of their history. Plus, it’s not every day that your spouse is on national television; skipping this would earn her “Bad Wife” points, or something.

He’s still bashful as he walks out, still kind of ducks his head when he waves and acts like he’s embarrassed to be there. You’d think after several years of magazine interviews and newspaper profiles and talk show appearances he’d lose some of that shyness and uncertainty, or at least get used to it, but some things never change. It’s a damn good thing she finds it cute.

Archie is as charming as ever, shaking Killian’s hand with an enthusiasm usually reserved for inside jokes. That’s just who the host is, though. “So, it’s been a while since we saw you last. I hear a few things have happened.”

“Oh, just a few.”

Hopper starts pulling out photos. “Pride and Prejudice was a hit.”

“Yes, a great group effort. They just closed a few months ago, congrats to everyone involved.”

The host shows a picture from his Tony speech. “You won a Tony for playing Mr. Darcy.”

“So they tell me. My brother kidnapped the statue.”

(That’s only halfway true. Yes, Liam had taken the statue for a while, setting up a popular Instagram account to display all the places he took the golden figure. One of those places had been Henry’s 6th grade English class, turning her son into a middle school celebrity for a couple of months. Though bringing Liam and Killian along with the award probably had something to do with that, too.)

Emma can just spot the Tony now from where she sits, bookending a cluster of novels on the top shelf of the bookshelf in her and Killian’s apartment. It had been a little bittersweet, leaving her old apartment where she and Henry had both grown and flourished, but she and Killian had both agreed that they would need more space. It’s worth it, anyways, to wake up next to Killian every day in a place that’s theirs. Emma misses living next door to Elsa some days, but now that Henry’s fifteen her supervision isn’t quite so needed anymore anyways. It would have come to an end regardless when Elsa had moved in with Liam in his fancy apartment. Emma instead contents herself with the knowledge that Elsa’s job at the Met - her dream job, really - means she and Liam will be based in New York for the foreseeable future, even if the latter occasionally does have to leave for filming in other locations. Killian likes to joke about his brother and Elsa “living in sin”, like they hadn’t done the same thing, but it does mean they still get to see Liam and Elsa fairly often.

Her real Killian walks back into the living room at that point. “Oh Christ, not this drivel. Emma, I’m embarrassed enough as it is, let’s find something else to watch.” He may gripe and groan, but he still collapses onto the couch beside her, letting out an appreciative and exhausted sigh.

“Oh, I’m watching this, babe,” she replies, smiling over at Killian before burrowing her head into his side. She knows by this point that he’s all bark; he’s a pushover, really, especially where his family is concerned.

She must have missed the introduction of his latest movie project – an interesting project portraying Pan as the villain of Neverland with Killian playing Captain Hook as a misunderstood rogue – because there’s publicity stills up on the screen when she redirects her attention back that way.

“My stepson’s a little upset, really, because he had the idea first,” the Killian on the screen explains. “Which, trust me, was not the reaction I was hoping for.”

“Hey, that was almost funny,” Emma comments, nudging him in the side as the audience laughs.

“It’s embarrassing, is what it is,” Killian grouses. It must be that thing where actors don’t like seeing their own work - Emma’s read about that before. It’s not going to stop her from affectionately picking at him, though, and it’s not going to keep her from watching the whole thing.

“And on a personal note, does everyone remember this moment from last time?” Archie asks, cutting to the clip of Killian talking about a certain prickly and dedicated stage manager. When the camera cuts back, she knows what’s coming, and smiles when she feels Killian press a kiss to her head as the host pulls out a copy of their wedding photo. “Well good news to all those shipping that on the internet, because you two tied the knot!” The audience cheers, and as Emma watches televised Killian grin widely, she thinks that’s the most comfortable she’s ever seen him in an interview. “Now, how long have you two been married now?”

“Coming up on two years, three months from now.”

He’d proposed one evening when Emma had least expected it. They’d talked about marriage before - considering that they were living together and in a committed relationship, having that conversation seemed like the responsible thing to do - but it had been a lovely surprise all the same. Killian had been waiting with the ring when she got home from work on a Wednesday, on bended knee and everything in their little foyer with Henry filming just around the corner. Killian had explained later, after the yes and the ring and an awful lot of kissing, that it had seemed important to make his proposal a family affair and include Henry. He loves her son, just as much as he loves her (albeit in a different way); Emma knows that, but it still means a lot that he’d included her son in their major life moment in that way. Henry had been a part of their love story, after all.

(Emma suspects that there may have been a conversation between Killian and Henry before the proposal as well where Killian had asked her son for her hand, but neither of them has ever fessed up to it, and she’s okay with leaving that as a man-to-man moment if they prefer it.)

The wedding had been a low-key affair, much to Mary Margaret’s dismay - just a little courthouse ceremony. Emma had never been the big white wedding type, though, had never had those dreams as a child. Now that she’s faced with the opportunity for all that, she finds that she doesn’t really want or need it. At the end of the day, they just want to be married; they love each other, almost to distraction, and waiting any longer than absolutely necessary feels like too great a burden.

Still, they’d done it up as much as the quick circumstances allowed. Emma had bought a clearance wedding dress that swished around her calves, and Killian had taken Henry to get a nice suit - his first, the sleeves and legs given extra length to be let out as the growth spurt from hell inevitably continued so they could get more than one use out of the damn thing. They had even arranged for a bouquet and boutonnières, even if Emma doesn’t know anything about flowers. As soon as Liam had arrived back in the city from filming in Atlanta, they had gathered all their friends and family on a dark Monday and made it official.

Henry stood as Best Man. Mary Margaret cried. Ruby wolf-whistled. And Emma had never been happier as Killian dipped her into a dramatic kiss.

“Are you happy, my love?” he’d whispered into her ear later at Granny’s. The older woman had gladly donated her diner for the reception, closing for the occasion so they could all eat cake and dance to jukebox hits.

“What do you think?” she’d quipped right back, before laughing and drawing him down into a kiss. It feels like they’ve come full circle; it feels like home.

(She may still be Emma Swan professionally, but there’s a certain thrill to hearing Mrs. Jones.)

“And one more thing…” Archie continues on the TV, drawing Emma’s attention back to the screen. If possible, televised Killian grins even wider: if what she thinks is about to happen is actually about to happen, she doesn’t blame him in the least. “… You two had a little girl.” The photo on the screen is a sweet one of her little fingers curled around Killian’s thumb. Emma knows it well; it hangs in the nursery, right next to the rocker where Emma’s lately been spending what feels like half her nights.

“We did. She just turned five months old last week.”

“And her name? If you guys are ok to announce it.”

“Hazel Elizabeth Jones.” The audience aws, which the tiny baby propped in her Papa’s arms here in their living room seems to find objectionable as she starts squirming and snuffling. “Emma and I thought it would be appropriate to pay homage to the show where we met.”

They’d had it in mind from the start, ever since they’d found out they were having a girl. There’d been a good bit of debate and waffling back and forth about the first name, but they’d always agreed on Elizabeth for the middle. Hazel hadn’t actually been on the shortlist, just something that’d they’d discussed and put aside, but then she’d arrived - six pounds four ounces, dark hair, loud cry, perfect, and it had just… fit. If there’s one thing Emma’s learned since Killian, it’s not to question a good thing.

Parenting now, 15 years after her first child, is both easier and harder. There’s an exhaustion that comes with age that’s only compounded by caring for an infant. It helps though, more than she can ever describe, to have a partner in this, not to mention a secure housing and financial situation. Killian’s a great dad - to both her children, really - and it’s a particular joy to watch him with their baby.

“You’re okay, lass, you’re okay,” he murmurs now, bouncing their daughter against his chest to attempt to calm her down. It works, thank God; Henry’s been great about all the changes in their lives and is lucky enough to sleep through almost everything, but Emma still doesn’t like taking that chance on a school night.

“Little drama queen,” Emma murmurs affectionately, tweaking a little sock-clad foot. She’d forgotten just how tiny everything about babies is somewhere in the decade and a half between Henry and Hazel, but has loved rediscovering it.

“Maybe she’ll be an actor like Papa one day,” Killian suggests, quirking a teasing eyebrow in Emma’s direction.

She snorts. “Not if Mom has any say in it.”

“What, you don’t think we need more actors in this family?” His tone conveys mock-insult, but Emma can see that twinkle in his eye that means he’s joking.

“Nah, she’s gonna be a techie. I can feel it.”

Emma can faintly hear Archie offerings his congratulations and asking about Killian’s upcoming turn as Harold Hill in a televised performance of The Music Man, but she’s not really paying attention anymore, too preoccupied with this moment with her little family. Maybe that was Killian’s devious plan all along - distract her from his talk show appearance with their very cute baby. She can’t really complain about that.

“Ah, well, I suppose I can’t argue that,” he concedes. “Not when her mother’s so brilliant at it.”

Even after all this time, a compliment from Killian can still make her blush. He knows it, too, which only makes him do it more. She loves that about him, though. Suddenly, it seems very important that she express that very fact.

“I love you, Killian.” She’s said it hundreds, thousands of times before, but it still strikes her with wonder every time, just how much she loves the man sitting next to her.

“I love you too, my Swan,” he replies, placing a careful kiss on her lips while trying not to jostle the baby.

Though Emma knew accepting that stage managing job almost five years ago now would change her life, she never imagined in a million years that she’d end up here, with a husband and baby and her son sleeping just down the hall in a life better than she ever could have fathomed.

She wouldn’t change a thing.

#cs ff #captain swan #my writing #Playing the Part #Superboy and the Invisible Girl (Reprise)#Broadway AU #stage manager!Emma #actor!Killian #and some major life developments #its bittersweet to see this one end #but i'm really proud of how its turned out

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thankyouforthemu5ic · 5 years

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Old Movie Stars Dance to Uptown Funk

Nerd Fest UK Published on Oct 6, 2015

My inspiration came from What’s the Mashup? (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EmnSm_d1114 ) but I didn’t manage 100! The idea was to do the same for movies from the Golden Age – meaning no title later than 1953 (although there is one at the end.) Oh, and none of these clips was sped up or slowed down.

As so many have requested it, here is a full list of the films and the major performers (distinct film numbers in square brackets): 1. [1] Red-Headed Woman (1932) – Jean Harlow. 2. [2] The Littlest Rebel (1935) – Shirley Temple and Bill Robinson. 3. [3] The Barkleys of Broadway (1949) – Ginger Rogers and Fred Astaire. 4. [4] Sensations of 1945 – David Lichine and Eleanor Powell. 5. [5] Broadway Melody of 1940 – Fred Astaire. 6. [6] Honolulu (1939) – Eleanor Powell and Gracie Allen. 7. Broadway Melody of 1940 – Fred Astaire. 8. [7] Lady Be Good (1941) – Eleanor Powell. 9. [8] Girl Crazy (1943) – Judy Garland and Mickey Rooney. 10. [9] You Were Never Lovelier (1942) – Rita Hayworth and Fred Astaire. 11. Broadway Melody of 1940 – Eleanor Powell and Fred Astaire. 12. [10] Take Me Out to the Ball Game (1949) – Frank Sinatra and Gene Kelly. 13. [11] Colleen (1936) – Ruby Keeler and Paul Draper. 14. [12] Gilda (1946) – Rita Hayworth. 15. [13] It Happened in Brooklyn (1947) – Frank Sinatra and Jimmy Durante. 16. [14] Animal Crackers (1930) – Groucho Marx. 17. [15] For Me and My Gal (1942) – Judy Garland and Gene Kelly. 18. [16] Summer Stock (1950) – Judy Garland. 19. [17] The Little Princess (1939) – Shirley Temple. 20. The Barkleys of Broadway (1949) – Ginger Rogers and Fred Astaire. 21. [18] Easter Parade (1948) – Ann Miller. 22. [19] Second Chorus (1940) – Fred Astaire. 23. [20] Footlight Parade (1933) – James Cagney and Ruby Keeler. 24. [21] Kiss Me Kate (1953) – Bob Fosse and Carol Haney. 25. [22] The Pirate (1948) – Gene Kelly and the Nicholas Brothers. 26. [23] Carefree (1938) – Ginger Rogers and Fred Astaire. 27. [24] On the Town (1949) – Frank Sinatra, Jules Munshin, Gene Kelly, Betty Garrett, Ann Miller and Vera Ellen. 28. [25] Gold Diggers of Broadway (1929) – unidentified. Any suggestions? 29. [26] The Gay Divorcee (1934) – Fred Astaire. 30. [27] A Day at the Races (1937) – Whitey’s Lindy Hoppers. 31. [28] Go Into Your Dance (1935) – Al Jolson. 32. [29] Stormy Weather (1943) – the Nicholas Brothers. 33. [30] Babes on Broadway (1941) – Judy Garland and Mickey Rooney. 34. [31] Ship Ahoy (1942) – Eleanor Powell. 35. [32] The Sky’s the Limit (1943) – Fred Astaire. 36. [33] Small Town Girl (1953) – Bobby Van. 37. [34] Anchors Aweigh (1945) – Gene Kelly and Frank Sinatra. 38. [35] Show Boat (1936) – Sammy White and Queenie Smith. 39. [36] Top Hat (1935) – Fred Astaire. 40. [37] Broadway Melody of 1936 – Eleanor Powell. 41. [38] Roberta (1935) – Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers. 42. [39] Love ‘em and Leave 'em (1926) – Louise Brooks. 43. [40] Singin’ in the Rain (1952) – Donald O’Connor, Debbie Reynolds and Gene Kelly. 44. [41] Babes in Arms (1939) – Judy Garland and Mickey Rooney. 45. [42] 42nd Street (1933) – chorus. 46. [43] Till the Clouds Roll By (1946) – Judy Garland. 47. [44] The Band Wagon (1953) – Cyd Charisse and Fred Astaire. 48. [45] Born to Dance (1936) – Eleanor Powell. 49. Broadway Melody of 1936 – Eleanor Powell. 50. Honolulu (1939) – Eleanor Powell. 51. [46] Rosalie (1937) – Eleanor Powell. 52. [47] Swing Time (1936) – Ginger Rogers and Fred Astaire. 53. [48] Ziegfeld Follies (1945) – Lucille Ball (with whip). 54. Top Hat (1935) – Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers. 55. [49] Follow the Fleet (1936) – Ginger Rogers and Fred Astaire. 56. [50] Cover Girl (1944) – Gene Kelly, Rita Hayworth and Phil Silvers. 57. [51] Thousands Cheer (1943) – Eleanor Powell. 58. Anchors Aweigh (1945) – Jerry Mouse and Gene Kelly. 59. [52] Royal Wedding (1951) – Fred Astaire. 60. [53] Way out West (1937) – Oliver Hardy and Stan Laurel. 61. [54] The Red Shoes (1948) – Moira Shearer. 62. [55] Blue Skies (1946) – Fred Astaire. 63. [56] Boarding House Blues (1948) – the Berry Brothers. 64. [57] Panama Hattie (1942) – the Berry Brothers. 65. [58] The Story of Vernon and Irene Castle (1939) – Ginger Rogers and Fred Astaire. 66. [59] Yankee Doodle Dandy (1942) – James Cagney. 67. [60] Broadway Melody of 1938 – Buddy Ebsen, Eleanor Powell and George Murphy. 68. [61] An American in Paris (1951) – Georges Guétary. 69. [62] The Little Colonel (1935) – Bill Robinson and Shirley Temple. 70. Stormy Weather (1943) – the Nicholas Brothers. 71. [63] Shall We Dance? (1937) – Fred Astaire 72. Easter Parade (1948) – Fred Astaire. 73. [64] On the Avenue (1937) – the Ritz Brothers. 74. [65] Hellzapoppin’ (1941) – Whitey’s Lindy Hoppers. 75. Lady Be Good (1941) – Eleanor Powell. 76. Stormy Weather (1943) – the Nicholas Brothers. 77. Panama Hattie (1942) – the Berry Brothers. 78. Singin’ in the Rain (1952) – Donald O’Connor, Debbie Reynolds and Gene Kelly. 79. Stormy Weather (1943) – the Nicholas Brothers. 80. Panama Hattie (1942) – the Berry Brothers. 81. [66] That’s Entertainment, Part 2 (1976) – Fred Astaire and Gene Kelly. 82. Ziegfeld Follies (1945) – Gene Kelly and Fred Astaire. 83. That’s Entertainment, Part 2 (1976) – Fred Astaire and Gene Kelly.

#music #old movies #uptown funk

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Janelle Monáe and Tessa Thompson: 2015-2018 Timeline

2014/2015:

Tessa's dad introduced her to Janelle's music.

Janelle and Tessa officially met while auditioning for a part in the movie Joy.

April 13 2015:

Tessa was featured in Janelle’s music video as a background dancer for “Yoga” (x)

May 30 2015:

Janelle performed at the MOCA charity gala in LA - Tessa attended as well. (x)

August 22 2015:

Issa Rae, Justin Simien, Tessa, Janelle, and Angela Bassett hang out backstage at the Eephus Tour. (x)

November 7 2015:

Janelle received the “Equality Award” at the 18th Annual Women’s Event hosted by the Center in New York (NYC’s LGBT Community Center). Tessa presented her with the award that night. (x) (x) (x)

November 20 2015:

Janelle surprised Tessa on the red carpet at the Creed premiere - the film that really launched Tessa’s career. (x) (x)

November 27 2015:

In an interview, Tessa talked about Creed and her favorite singers. She talked about Janelle first: (x)

“I’m going to give a shout out to my friend Janelle Monáe. She is fantastically talented. I got the chance to give her an award. She sang her a capella rendition of “Smile” in a room for some friends, and she just killed it.”

December 2015:

Janelle, Tessa, and other friends took a trip to Mexico for Janelle’s birthday.

For the most part, Janelle and Tessa were very quiet in 2016, most likely due to the fact Tessa was on location for most of the year filming Thor: Ragnarok and Annihilation.

December 7 2016:

Tessa posts a pic on instagram and Janelle comments with hearts emojis (link is broken).

February 25 2017:

Tessa and Janelle both attended the annual Oscars Week “Sistah’s Soiree” at the Beverly Wilshire Hotel. (x) (x)

February 26 2017:

The night of the Oscar’s. (x)

August 6 2017:

Tessa posts a picture on Instagram, and Janelle comments a heart eyes emoji. (x)

August 22 2017:

Out with Rowan Blanchard. (x)

August 24 2017:

Boots Riley out with Tessa, Janelle, Carrie Brownstein, and Nate. (x)

August 26 2017:

Tessa and Janelle at Ava DuVernay’s birthday party. (x) (x) (x)

September 9 2017:

Tessa and Janelle at an outdoor music/film event in LA. (x) (x) (x) (x)

September 15/16 2017:

Tessa tweeted about Janelle. (x)

Later it was found out that Janelle did an impromptu performance and said the line Tessa tweeted about. You can see Tessa off to the right in the second linked video around the 1 minute mark. (x) (x)

September 16 2017:

Tessa and Janelle attended the annual Equality California Awards (EQCA’s), an award show that honors individuals who work to help create a more equal society for the LGBT community. (x) (x) (x)

September 17 2017:

The pair were seen cuddled up at the HBO Emmy’s after party. (x) (x)

Janelle later posted about it. (x)

October 4 2017:

Tessa quoted Janelle birthday wishes on Twitter. (x)

October 5 2017:

Tessa posted on Instagram pictures of the flowers she received for her birthday. Janelle just so happens to send flowers exactly like the ones Tessa posted about. (x) (x)

October 8 2017:

Issa Rae threw a last minute “Lemon Pepper Kickback” house party in Atlanta - Tessa and Janelle attended. (x) (x) (x)

Earlier in the night, Tessa, Janelle, and Amandla Stenberg attended a Nick Hakim concert. (x) (x) (x)

According to another concert go-er that attended Nick’s show that night, Tessa and Janelle were touching each other a lot and were calling each other baby. (x)

October 12 2017:

On Instagram, Janelle posted a screenshot of a conversation between her and “the love of [her] life” and referred to this person as her “partner”. She deleted quickly.

Many think Tessa sent the message because she had used the same phrasing regarding the Time’s Up movement in an interview (specifically the word endured), and worked closely with the Time’s Up movement that year.

Also from other receipts, we know they call each other baby/babe a lot.

October 20 2017:

Twitter user __theluckyyyone tweeted: @janellemonae is definitely next to @tessamaethompson.

October 22 2017:

Someone verified received an email from Janelle. Janelle mentions Tessa in the email. (x)

October 27 2017:

Janelle and Tessa were seen with friends for dinner, sitting next to each other (links are broken).

November 8 2017:

Janelle tweets about Tessa, her "talented friend” (x)

December 9 2017:

Out with Lena Waithe. (x)

December 14 2017:

Some mentioned that Tessa was in Atlanta.

December 15/16 2017:

During these two days, Janelle tweeted a lot. However, the tweet linked was the only tweet Tessa liked. (x)

Nobody is knows exactly when Tessa left ATL, but she was in LA the 17th for West World’s season 2 wrap a party.

January 3 2018:

Tessa was spotted in Atlanta. January 5 2018:

Both spotted at a café in Atlanta. The Twitter user who posted about it now has their tweets protected so I can’t link the tweet.

January 28 2018:

Janelle gave a Time’s Up speech on The Grammys stage, and a tweet storm from Tessa “supportive gf” Thompson followed.

January 29 2018:

Tessa and Janelle were seen at the Black Panther premiere together. (x) (x)

They later left together as well (you can see Janelle by Nate in the first video, and then Tessa running to catch up with Nate in the second video). (x) (x)

January 30 2018:

They were spotted having dinner together. (x)

February 5 2018:

Janelle and Tessa went live on Instagram.

Here are some of the best moments in gif form. (x) (x) (x) (x)

Zoe Kravitz also spilled some tea. (x)

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February 5 2018:

2 Dope Queens premiere. (x)

February 11/12 2018:

Tessa posted Instagram stories with Janelle and Nate. No one saved the video.

February 13 2018:

Tessa and Janelle attended the Annihilation premiere, and were photographed with on another on the actual red carpet. (x) (x) (x) (x) (x)

Lip readers were able to decipher some of what they said to each other on the read carpet. Note the the gif where Janelle says sorry babe. (x) (x)

February 16 2018:

The trailer for Dirty Computer was released. (x)

Here are two clips from it:

February 20 2018:

Janelle’s cover spread for W Magazine dropped. Jordan Peele directed, and Tessa approved.

February 22 2018:

Janelle released her first two singles off of Dirty Computer. Make Me Feel has been coined a bisexual anthem (Tessa’s words, not mine), and up until this point, it had been the closest thing we’ve seen to a coming out from Janelle.

Tessa also stars in the music video:

Credit for the next two gifs (x)

Tessa posted about it as well. (x)

February 23 2018:

Tessa did an interview with Entertainment Tonight, and in that interview she pretended she didn’t know what shipping meant, even though we know she’s familiar with different Internet lingo.

She was also heavily stumbled over her words before she was able to get a "we’re really good friends" out. (x)

February 24 2018:

Janelle tweeted about Annihilation. Peep Wondaland liking the second tweet. (x)

February 26 2018:

Janelle tweeted something romantic the same day they both attended the Wrinkle in Time premiere (no pictures were taken together).

Here are the tweets: (x) (x)

February 28 2018:

Tessa and Janelle both attended Alfre Woodard’s 2018 Pre-Oscars Soiree (x)

March 2 2018:

Tessa attends Janelle’s Fem the Future event. (x) (x) (x) (x) (x)

Janelle went live on Instagram, and it appeared throughout the whole event that wherever Tessa was, Janelle was right by her.

March 3 2018:

Janelle and Tessa attended the Essence Black Women in Hollywood Event.

Pictures: (x) (x) (x) (x) (x) (x)

Janelle revealing how her and Tessa first met. (x)

Janelle interrupted an interview Tessa was doing on the red carpet (and proceeded to hold Tessa’s hand) and presented Tessa with an award.

Watch Tessa try to contain her smitten smile from 2:25 and on after Janelle walks away... So cute.

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March 10 2018:

Tessa was in Miami for VCCarnaval Event.

A instagram story was posted that showed she was talking about Janelle with her friends. (x)

She left Miami that day.

March 13 2018:

Tessa tweeted about "Paddington 2 and chill."

Janelle was in London at the time doing promo for Dirty Computer, and later we found out that Tessa was also in London at the same time. (x)

March 18 2018:

Janelle wants her own Josie Radek (Tessa’s character from Annihilation). She later deleted the Instagram story. (x)

March 19 2018:

The twitter page @tessasgoats comes to life, and both Tessa and Janelle follow it. Janelle was liking many of the pictures the twitter page was posting. March 25 2018:

This is more so speculation, but there was an article/interview about Janelle that basically said that Janelle was the truth. After a short time, Tessa tweeted "the truth is so cute" - Janelle liked. (x)

There's also a response to the tweet too from Tessa. (x)

March 30 2018:

Tessa commented on Janelle's Instagram post with a rose emoji. Janelle replied to Tessa with a rose emoji. (x) (x)

Tessa also liked this picture within 3 minutes of Janelle posting it.

April 1 2018:

Tessa posts about an artist. Janelle followed it. (x) (x)

April 3 2018:

What Janelle’s Twitter page looked like that day. (x)

April 6-8 2018:

Tessa went out of her way to be at Nate’s birthday bash in Miami. She left the 8th, and tweeted about delayed flights.

April 10 2018:

PYNK dropped and Lena Waithe commented on Janelle’s Instagram, “That’s how you feel? Perfect.”

April 11 2018:

Ava DuVernay gave us some good tea when she posted this on her Instagram story. (x)

April 26 2018:

The day before Dirty Computer dropped, Janelle came out as pansexual the Rolling Stone. (x)

April 27 2018:

Dirty Computer’s emotion picture dropped. In Janelle's note to Tessa in the album booklet, she called Tessa her muse. (x) (x)

April 28 2018:

Justin Simien (creator of Dear White People) made a post on Instagram where he called them "wives" with a screen-cap of the PYNK video. He deleted it, and uploaded a new one with different caption.

May 2 2018:

Janelle arrived in Philly for Michele Obama's College Signing Day. Tessa was in Philly filming for Creed II.

They were spotted by 2 different people late at night. (x) (x)

After Tessa came out, this receipt dropped from that night as well. (x)

May 5 2018:

They were both in NYC but were staying in different hotels. Janelle was at The Mark, and Tessa was at The Bowery.

This was also the day of Janelle's 'Dirty Computer' NYC album release party. They arrived separately, and Tessa stayed for an hour. (x) (x) (x)

May 7 2018:

They both attended the Met Gala and the after parties. They were by each other the whole time. (x) (x) (x) (x) (x) (x) (x) (x) (x) (x) (x) (x) (x) (x) (x)

May 9 2018:

They went to see the play Angels in America, and had dinner at Chez Josephine restaurant. (x)

People tweeted about it. (x) (x)

May 15 2018:

Janelle followed @thombrowneny (the guy who designed Tessa's outfits for the Met Gala).

May 17 2018:

Janelle followed Marc Anthony Thompson (Tessa’s dad). (x)

May 20 2018:

Janelle was seen in Philly.

May 21 2018:

Janelle tweeted about Sorry to Bother You, and Tessa retweeted it. (x)

May 23 2018:

Tessa posted a birthday video to her dad on Instagram. Janelle commented with a heart and Tessa responded with a rose. (x)

Janelle also commented on Tessa’s dad’s picture. (x)

May 24 2018:

Janelle posted a picture on Instagram with Michelle Obama, and Tessa commented on it. Jane replied with a rose emoji. (x)

May 25 2018:

Tessa being supportive on Twitter. (x)

May 28 2018:

Tessa’s friend’s dog dancing to PYNK on her story. (x)

May 31 2018:

Speculation so make what you want of this - While in LA (where Tessa lives) Janelle posted on her story saying "it's just not the same without you.” (x)

While in Philly shooting Creed II, Tessa then proceeded to post on her story, "misery loves company" while fake crying. (x)

Janelle then deleted her story after Tessa posted her’s.

June 3 2018:

Janelle liked a drawing with both of them from PYNK on Twitter. (x)

June 8 2018:

Spotted in LA. (x)

June 11 2018:

Janelle’s tour started in Seattle.

Tessa posted flamingoes on her Instagram story before it. (x)

June 14 2018:

There was a special screening of Sorry to Bother You in LA. Janelle came straight from Portland (she had a show there the 13th) just to support Tessa. (x)

There was an Instagram story (that no one saved) where you can see Janelle and Tessa by each other mingling at the after party. Janelle apparently also greeted Tessa with a hug and kiss on the cheek before she went in to the viewing.

June 15 2018:

Janelle tweeted about Tessa and Sorry to Bother You. (x) (x)

June 19 2018:

Tessa liked these pictures of Janelle on Instagram. (x) (x)

June 20 2018:

Tessa was in NYC promoting Sorry to Bother You, but two days later Janelle unarchived a photo where she’s wearing the same outfit Tessa was wearing while in NYC. (x)

June 26 2018:

Tessa put a pride flag in her bio on Instagram. (x)

June 29 2018:

Tessa came out as bisexual in an interview she did for Net-a-Porter. (x)

She also said this about her and Janelle: “We love each other deeply, we’re so close. We vibrate on the same frequency.”

It’s already been added previously, but this receipt came a day after Tessa came out. It has to do with the dinner date they had in Philly back in May. (x)

July 14 & 15 2018:

Janelle continued to promote Sorry to Bother You. (x) (x)

July 22 2018:

Tessa posted two stories on Instagram showing the crowd going crazy over her being featured on the screen while Janelle performs PYNK. (x) (x)

July 27 2018:

The two songs Janelle was featured on for Sorry to Bother You were released. (x) (x)

July 31 2018:

Tessa posted two flamingos on her Instagram story. Flamingos are gay symbol, specifically a symbol for lesbian marriage ( I’m not saying Tessa and Janelle are married). Flamingos also mate for life.

August 4 2018:

Janelle liked the last 3 pictures Tessa had posted (at the time) and unarchived an old picture of them with Zoe. (x)

August 22 2018:

Janelle’s hairstylist posted a picture of Janelle from her spread with Bustle. Tessa liked it. (x)

September 4 2018:

Tessa liked Janelle's video on Instagram. (x)

September 9 2018:

Tessa liked Janelle’s tweet. (x)

September 11 2018:

Tessa attended Janelle’s first show in London. There were a lot of tweets about her and Janelle. (x) (x) (x) (x) (x) (x)

People were also reporting that Tessa cried. (x) (x)

On TLC, an anon who was at the show posted this:

So I was in the London crowd tonight and had a pretty good view of both Tessa and Janelle. What a night! Really didn’t expect this. Tessa seemed to stand on top of a step or something so she was pretty visible. Nate was maybe 4 meters away from her by the mixing booth. A couple of things I noticed:

Tessa did not look at the screen when the audience cheered for her video clip appearance during PYNK. She kept looking away during moments like this throughout the evening. A couple of people took selfies with her so she must have been aware of people watching. She laughed a lot during I Got the Juice, particularly when Janelle told the crowd: ‘If I point at you - you will come on stage and you will dance!’ …

Tessa seemed to giggle and repeated Janelle’s pointing motion followed by a simulated lasso into Janelle’s direction. She was on the phone throughout the rhythm dance intro in the beginning of Make me Feel… We all know what happened next - she must have gone live soon after

There were a couple of moments where she was flat out beaming.

Tessa was laughing really hard when Janelle did the microphone dildo pose…

Note how Janelle snuck in an 'I see you baby’ at the end… Not sure if she meant the crowd or someone particular there

Tessa was watching the whole thing with her bright, beaming smile - that was definitely one of those moments when you could see that they have a connection. It was a great thing to see the two across from each other.

I remember watching Tessa’s reaction to the 'If I’m gonna sin it’s with you line’ and she was definitely singing / speaking along with the lyrics… and then Janelle inserted 'London’."

September 13 2018:

Tessa, Janelle, and Zoe caught dinner at Sketch (a restaurant in London). (x)

September 14 2018:

Janelle traveled to Berlin, but posted an Instagram story showing her new flamingo rings. (x)

A couple of hours later Tessa posted an Instagram story with a picture of a flamingo as well.

September 17 2018:

Janelle’s a Revolution of Love documentary was released on Youtube. It included bloopers and unseen footage from the PYNK music video. (x) (x)

It also featured Tessa talking about what she loves about Janelle. Kehlani, who’s friends with Janelle, liked the tweet. (x)

September 26 2018:

Janelle retweeted Tessa’s tweet regarding the Creed II trailer that dropped the same day. (x)

October 2 2018:

The night before Tessa’s birthday, Janelle tweeted this. (x)

On the 3rd (her birthday), Tessa posted a video on her story of her dancing.

October 3 2018:

Janelle started the day off by posting two images of flamingos on her story.

Janelle then proceeded to post this.

Lastly, she commented on Tessa’s post.

October 4 2018:

The day after her birthday, Tessa tweeted this in direct reference to Janelle’s tweet on the second that said, “Dance like a goat.” (x)

Dance like a Goat ended up being an actual song that Janelle and Wondaland created specifically for Tessa and her birthday. (x)

Janelle commented on Tessa’s post of her dancing.

October 5 2018:

Dance like a Goat finally dropped! (x)

News that Janelle had been cast in Disney’s ‘Lady And The Tramp’ reboot was announced as well.

When it was announced that Tessa was going to be in the movie she tweeted the following:

When it was announced Janelle was going to be in it as well, she tweeted the same:

Janelle had initially tweeted “woof woof” but then deleted it so she could match Tessa’s.

October 6 2018:

Some of Janelle’s likes regarding Dance like a Goat.

#janessa #janelle x tessa #janelle monae #tessa thompson #lgbt #make me feel #dirty computer #tessa x janelle

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