#bc I love my early bedtime

[tazmiilly]

late night trans ford 👍 win

[prettyboysdontlookatexplosions]

On the pleasant shore of the French Riviera, about half way between Marseilles and the Italian border, stands a large, proud, rose-colored hotel. Deferential palms cool its flushed facade, and before it stretches a short dazzling beach. Lately it has become a summer resort of notable and fashionable people; a decade ago it was almost deserted after its English clientele went north in April. Now, many bungalows cluster near it, but when this story begins only the cupolas of a dozen old villas rotted like water lilies among the massed pines between Gausse's Hotel des Etrangers and Cannes, five miles away.

The hotel and its bright tan prayer rug of a beach were one. In the early morning the distant image of Cannes, the pink and cream of old fortifications, the purple Alp that bounded Italy, were cast across the water and lay quavering in the ripples and rings sent up by sea-plants through the clear shallows. Before eight a man came down to the beach in a blue bathrobe and with much preliminary application to his person of the chilly water, and much grunting and loud breathing, floundered a minute in the sea. When he had gone, beach and bay were quiet for an hour. Merchantmen crawled westward on the horizon; bus boys shouted in the hotel court; the dew dried upon the pines. In another hour the horns of motors began to blow down from the winding road along the low range of the Maures, which separates the littoral from the true Provencal France.

f. scott fitzgerald, tender is the night

[windwardstar]

Tangentially related to the previous post but whenever I see my friends being active online when I know they should be in bed my first response is always to be all why the fuck are you awake go back to sleep

[nc-vb]

I keep forgetting to add a new art commission post for this account, so this is me setting a calendar reminder to do it once I finish this damn war & history essay on Sunday (¬_¬")

[em1e]

༝  you know, i really like you, but are you like . . y’know?

家入 // DYLTGIR ⠀ ༝ ༝ ieiri shoko ⠀ ༝ ༝ 1.8k words ⠀ ⚠︎ modern!au where everything is fine, no pronouns but implied fem!reader bc of the song, in their early 20’s? suggestive kinda maybe idk man i just work here, alcohol consumption ⠀ — shoko loves retelling how the two of you got together.

contrary to popular belief, shoko ieiri was a lightweight. 

as much as she likes to drink and smoke and brag about how she could outdrink any of the boys in front of you, she takes five shots back to back and you know you’ll be dragging her to bed with more effort than you’d like. 

but, she’s having fun, and so are her friends, so who are you to really be upset when she has a pretty flush to her cheeks and she’s giggling like a schoolgirl? 

“can ya tell the story of how you two met again?” gojo slurs out, leaning most of his weight on nanami, who just pushes him off with a scowl. gojo bounces from one shoulder to the next, into geto who welcomes him with a small smile. 

it’s childlike, the way he asks, like he’s begging for a bedtime story from his parents rather than the embarrassing retelling of what brought you and shoko together. 

your own cheeks are warm despite not touching a drop of alcohol, waving in front of you dismissively, “you already know the story, gojo, i dunno why you ask for it everytime you’re drunk.” 

“but geto doesn’t!” he shakes his friend by the shoulder as if to emphasize this, and you fear geto might puke from the sudden movement, “he wasn’t ‘round when you two met, ‘member?” 

you do, vividly remember how shoko would complain to you about gojo complaining to her about geto going on a ‘sudden spiritual journey and leaving them behind’, but you think maybe now isn't the time to bring it up. 

and shoko’s interest has been piqued enough to your current conversation that she draws away from nanami with a giggle, arm wrapping around your own as she leans forward. 

“you wanna know how we met?” 

“‘f’course,” geto slurs out, now leaning against gojo. if anyone knocks into the two, they’d both go down in a heaping pile of lanky limbs. 

“i don’t think-” you start, only to be shushed by gojo. 

“she’s gon’a tell my favorite part!” 

you roll your eyes, sending a pleading glance to nanami as if he’d ever have any amount of control over them, but he just shrugs and slides over the whiskey he’d been drinking. before you’re even able to touch the cup, shoko’s grabbing it and swinging it back into her mouth with a click of her tongue and a boop to your nose. 

“nuh uh, you’re drivin’, ‘member?” 

in your defense, you weren’t going to take a sip of the drink, but it still makes you pout how quickly she took it away. at least she’s distracted from the story –

“gojo ‘nd i were out drinking,” she starts, and you visibly deflate at the start of her recount. 

༝ ༝ 

shoko was honestly surprised she managed to convince gojo to come out after such a disastrous midterm she is sure they both butchered. she knows he’s been down since geto dipped and the untimely failure was surely not going to bring his spirits up, but what broke college student doesn’t love to get drunk on a weekend? especially when your best friend offers to pay? 

she thinks her offer is what really got him to come out, and he seems at least a little happy to be out of the house; not burrowed under five different blankets with a tub of melted ice cream at his side, flipping through the same four streaming services before ultimately doom scrolling on his phone. 

it’s a nice change, she thinks. 

and when he leaves for a second to get the pair of them another round of shots, she spots you. 

pretty, with your hair styled nicely out of your face with a hot form-fitting outfit that hugs you nicely. she’s surprised she isn’t drooling. you catch her eye, offer a meek smile and turn away just as gojo comes back with the shots. shoko’s eyes haven’t left you, though. 

gojo slides her the glass and she catches it without looking away, bringing the rim to her lips and tipping her head back until the liquid’s past her tongue, warmth spreading further through her body after it being her second (or third? how many had gojo passed her?) shot. 

“you like ‘em?” gojo asks after shooting back his own, wiping at his mouth and following his friend's  gaze. 

“‘s cute.” she comments, but gojo can see the heart-eyes forming in her iris. he grins. 

“i can go talk ‘em up for ya, if you want-” 

that pulls her attention from you quick, eyes snapping to meet his, “absolutely not.” 

“why not?” he straightens his shoulders as if he’s really considering going, “they are pretty cute. might have to talk to ‘em myself-” 

gojo moves to step away from the table they’d laid claim to but before he can fully maneuver his way around, he’s being pulled back by shoko, who narrows her eyes and fixes her own little black dress with a pointed finger, “you are not ruining this for me.” 

and she makes her way to where you were previously hovering, eyes scanning over every warm body until she finally spots you sitting alone, finger running around the rim of your glass as if you were bored out of your mind. 

shoko could fix that. surely, definitely could fix that. 

she slides into the seat across from you, smile already on her cheeks when your eyes shift from the glass to her. 

“hi,” she starts, glad the warmth from the alcohol is buzzing under her skin enough to give her the boost she needs to be friendlier than usual. a look to the side and she catches gojo’s  lingering stare, a smirk on his face as he cheers her on with a nod of his head, and it’s enough to spur her on further, “you here all alone?” 

you smile besides yourself, hiding it when you look down at your lap. your fingers still tap tap tap at the rim of your glass, “i’m not,” you offer, “my friends are on the dancefloor and ‘m not much of a dancer.” 

noted, shoko’s smile only seems to widen, “really? ‘m sure you dance just fine.” 

you wave a hand absentmindedly in front of you with a scrunch of your nose, “nope, not me. i’m just here for the booze.” 

“then let me buy you one?” shoko offers, eyes flitting to the cup you’d been nursing, “you don’t seem like a bourbon type to me. i’m thinking you’d like . . a strawberry daiquiri? or maybe a mojito? i can make a mean sex on the beach, too, if . . that’d be something you’re into?” 

the implication isn’t lost on you; leaves you pausing for a second as if in thought, opening your mouth to say something then thinking better of it before bringing the glass to your lips and tipping your head back, drinking the entirety of it in one go. 

shoko’s impressed at how you don’t cringe at the taste, head tilting as she waits for your reply to her offer. 

“you don’t recognize me, do you?” 

shoko can’t help the way her brows furrow at the question, head turning further as she scans over your face. sure, maybe you look familiar? you could be in her econ class, or even her physics class, both are at eight in the morning and she’s hardly alive at that point of the day – the bar’s so dimly lit, too, who is she to really say? 

“i can’t say i do,” she says finally, sitting up straighter, “should i?” 

you smile again, bashful and pretty as you lean forward but look away from her, gesturing for her to lean forward as well. shoko does so without hesitation, eyes on your lips when you bring your hand towards your face like you’re getting ready to spill a juicy secret. 

“we’ve met before,” you almost whisper the words, and shoko’s glad she knows how to read lips or she fears she wouldn't catch the way they leave your tongue, “we went on a date like last year.” 

you lean back, almost impressed with yourself at how she remains hovering forward, searching your face for any sign of it being a lie. 

then, she’s on damage control, “i would've remembered a date with someone as pretty as you.” 

another smile is on your lips, “i changed my style up a bit. s’okay if you don’t recognize me, especially in this lighting.” you half gesture up to the flickering neon lights hanging around the establishment. 

“well . . what if we tried it again? ‘m sure i could make it up to you with that strawberry daiquiri?” 

her offer is quite tempting, but still, you can’t help but tease, “we slept together, y’know? one night stand and you left before i even woke up.” 

you almost pout as you recount the night, and shoko’s brows cannot raise any higher on her face from surprise when you add, “especially when it was so good.” 

the sex? or the date? she wants to ask, but this hardly seems like the time when you’re looking at her the way you are. 

“well how ‘bout another chance? ‘m not above begging.” shoko thinks gojo has been rubbing off on her, because surely these words are not leaving her lips. you’re just so fucking pretty, how could she skip out on another potential chance? 

she holds her breath when you smile, head tilting as you think and think and think. 

“sure,” you say finally, with a shrug, “as long as i get that strawberry daiquiri?” 

shoko can’t stop the grin from forming on her face, looking over her shoulder to send a wink to gojo, who’s already into his own flirty conversation with some blonde. 

“let’s get outta here.”

༝ ༝ 

shoko’s full weight is pressed happily into your side when she finishes retelling the story, with gojo and geto in a fit of giggles across from the two of you, while nanami left in the middle of the story to get another round of drinks for the table. 

nanami makes it back just as the story concludes, and shoko’s quick to grab her next shot from the table as he sets the glasses down, swinging it back before she’s pressing into your side again with her head on your shoulder. 

“don’t act like you’re not happy you gave me ‘nother chance.” 

she leans up and messily presses a kiss to your cheek, and you can smell the alcohol she’d just drank on her tongue. tequila. nanami must hate you, because tequila means you’ll be sitting in the bath for an extra thirty minutes promising her you love her while she giggles (or pukes into the trash can you’ll need to pull beside the tub). 

“never said i’m not happy.” you assure her with a smile,  turning your head to press your lips to her own. 

she grins at the contact, cupping your cheek clumsily, and you think there’s no one you’d rather be with. 

[heartofjasmina]

glad you like seeing me in your ask bc i like being here. ♡

another request for some soft x reader goodness. you write soft stuff so well and frankly i can’t get enough. i’ll let you pick a character this time, and as always, anything is fair game. i think we’ve read enough of each other’s writing to know i’ll like whatever you come up with. thanks so much.

<3 thanks so much bunny that means a lot! and I gotta go with my baby Bakugou <3

::

Katsuki spent Saturdays taking care of his baby, come hell or high water. He woke you up bright and early despite your sleepy (and adorable) protests, "'m tired Daddy."

"I know punkin, but its Saturday. You don't want to miss pancakes and cartoons do you?" He bit back a grin when you suddenly bolted upright out of your bed and started to head to the kitchen. "Brush your teeth first brat!"

"Yes Daddy!" You singsonged. Katsuki felt his heart settle into place like it always did in these moments, when he was reminded his best girl was also his most adorable baby who trusted him implicitly.

You two spent the day at home away from prying and judgemental eyes. Katsuki set up a picnic in the living room, with all your favorite stuffies in attendance, including Mr. Rogers the Rhinocerous and your Cinnamoroll. He helped you get dressed in your poofiest princess dress and even put on his only tuxedo to escort you.

"May I, my lady?" He offered you his arm and smiled at the shy giggle that left you as you took it.

"You may, Sir Daddy."

And even though he'd take this to the grave, he let you put your tiara on him when you were having your tea party with finger sandwiches, just to see you burst into a fit of laughter.

"Daddy's a princess!!" You crawled over to him and kissed him all over his face, loving him with truly your whole heart.

"Only for my baby." He grumbled but kissed you back regardless.

The whole day was a treasure for both of you, a memory too keep with you throughout the week when the real world demanded your attention. And that's why you both threw yourselves into your dynamic every weekend. It was the oasis in the desert that you drank from greedily each time.

By bed time you were as exhausted as Katsuki was, but bone deep happy. "Come on punkin, time for teeth brushing and bedtime."

"Okay, but you gotta carry me." You held up your arms and made grabby hands at him, knowing your pro hero husband could easily lift three times your weight.

Katsuki narrowed his eyes at you playfully before picking you up, murmuring as he rolled his eyes, "I'm in love with a little tyrant."

"Your tyrant, daddy!"

"My tyrant. Now brush." He helped you when you got too tired to brush yourself, then grabbed your paci.

When you got really tired you regressed even younger than normal, often not talking- instead using charades and noises to get what you wanted. Like pointing and whining for your paci which wasn't in your mouth fast enough.

"I know I know, here you go." Katsuki's voice gentled even further, knowing that you got even more sensitive like this. "My baby." He kissed your forehead and your nose, smiling when you ducked your head shyly.

He got you both settled in bed and cuddled you close, knowing that tomorrow you'd be yourself and Katsuki, not baby and Daddy anymore. So he soaked up this last moment, giving you a booty rub to relax you further and kissing your forehead and cheeks until you both fell asleep.

[myheartalivewrites]

A VERY INCOMPLETE LIST (PART 1)

I set out to make an ACD style incomplete list of things I loved about the RWRB movie throughout my third rewatch. I should've known better, because I'm not an Alex, I'm very much a Henry, and what you get instead is a VERY VERY thorough list of the things I loved in the film.

(This will have to be in two parts because I had to pause every few minutes to write shit down and it took me so long to get halfway through the film that it's bedtime now)

Alex being bratty in the limo (yes, opening scene)

Drunk Alex at the wedding, rubbing someone’s fur, chucking a canapé behind a sofa

Alex in a leather jacket 🥵

Mutters, “…you don’t wanna hear from me today”

“…article nothing of the US Constitution”

“No one in their right mind would ever give you a gun”

“You know I have a shitzu named Jonathan” and “That’s my son you’re talking about”

Shaan shoving Alex through a tree

“Hey Shaan, you think maybe I could get a little…” and Shaan's, “You’re fine”

Henry’s fake expressions, smiles, etc for the interview being so distinctly different than what we see later on are his honest ones

Alex mimicking one of Henry’s freestyle raps

“Vicky. *fists* Classic”

“Santal 33.” “It means you got good taste, Alex.”

Alex’s entire posture in the hospital closet

The way Henry laughs when he says “Oh my god it is!”

“Later, Shaan” and ✌️✌️

Alex’s flirty looks in the coffee shop (and his eyelashes)

Henry’s use of stickers on texts bc he’s a massive nerd

“I’m blocking you for the rest of the night” over Byron

Alex + orange shirt + grey shorts + thighs

Mexican textiles everywhere

Alex in a woolly grey jumper

Alex really wanting to help ❤️

Henry looking up through his eyelashes early on at NYE

“Loosen up!” and Alex drunkenly motorboating the air in front of Henry

The whole Get Low dance sequence, from Henry’s awkward dancing, to Alex’s much hotter stuff and the slo-mo, eyes meet moment

How you can SEE the moment when Alex leans in to the kiss and THAT’S when Henry panics

All Nora’s chats with Alex

Alex in a tux

Henry in a tux (lord rid me of the double breasted suits and big wide ties)

Alex pulling one of Henry’s legs up against the table in the Red Room

Henry poking at books when Amy walks in

Amy’s “Oooh God” as she runs away

“Like Stonehenge”

Henry’s smirks after “The night is young, Ma” and all the way through that scene 

The whole “Just to put it out there…” sequence

The vulnerability in “I wouldn’t mind doing this again…” and how Henry's so soft and then almost instantly pulls back 💔

The way Henry looks when he’s leaving, like he can’t believe his luck in getting to have Alex but also that he’s sure it will set him on fire and destroy him

Alex lifting Henry onto a table in the tack room

Henry hitching his hips up so Alex can pull his trousers down

“Which other famous boys have I shagged…?”

“Not here” 💔

“It’s just… who’s gonna do what?” 😂

“Hm… rigid” and the way Alex tugs on that shirt

All the little details in the Paris sex scene: Henry’s hand pushing on Alex’s back, reaching in between their two bodies to lead him in, his hitched leg… and then their expressions throughout; all the deep breathing Henry does while he adjusts

Alex’s white henley 🥵

OK, it's bedtime now! More whenever I manage to watch the second half! G'night!

(Update: here's part 2 ❤️)

[pianocat939]

Could we please get more of the yandere rottmnt with a younger sibling reader?

Sure! I've been kinda laughing for a while now over some random shitposting haha.

Tw: mention of murder, overprotective behaviour, controlling behaviour, crack and fluff

Some Hcs with Yandere Turtles with Younger Sibling MC

(MC is a turtle mutant for those who don't know)

✦Ramona✦

As we all know, he's the mama of the group. That solo mission episode where Mikey got babied at times? Yeah take that but amp it up.

He likes to carry you around just so he knows where you are and what you're doing. He especially does this if you're in the Hidden City.

Works together with Mikey and Donnie to have a nutrition management system. Primarily because he has a habit of spoiling you.

Bedtime at 10. No questions asked.

"No, you are not going to stay up until 3 AM giggling at videos on social media. Now, bed."

Asian kids, you know how your mom/dad just walks in and randomly gives you cut-up fruits? That's him. Gives you a hug when he leaves.

You are not allowed to touch hot foods/containers, let big bro handle it.

✦Le' bottomsworth✦

The spoiler/rule breaker brother ig.

You need to buy/get something but aren't allowed to leave? He has you covered, just say the word and he's sassily homosexual walking over there.

Teaches you sword art when you guys are free. Lets you win before going in for the "kill".

If you can't sleep bcs it's too early/insomnia then he'll know. He teleports or pokes a head through and keeps you company.

"Yeah so um. Do you have any dirt on Donnie? I need something good to attack him with."

You guys break rules together. It pisses both Raph and Donnie.

Texts you memes at 3 AM with 13 emojis alongside.

If you ever speak about a friend he'll get jealous real quick. He'll start interrogating you and makes up his mind to frame them somehow.

He teaches you self-defense yet does everything to ensure he does most of the actual fighting. He's not risking it.

✦Da Hermione Granger but in Purple✦

Builds you a protective shell whether you like it or not. You will wear it at all times other than sleeping. Oh did I mention there's a camera on the back side?

I know siblings aren't supposed to have favorites but Donnie will have a personal beef meter with Leo. (Right? I'm an only child so idk)

"I'm the favorite. Why else would they come to me every day? Leo, you stand nothing against me."

Tries to teach you about his tech, not only because it's his special interest but so he can brag he's the better parental-brother (oh and favorites).

Loves playing video games with you.

If he doesn't like certain media on your phone/devices he'll eliminate them. Including some of the memes Leo sent.

Shares his playlist like it's the last thing on earth to do.

If you like an interest in something and he notices it he'll buy/invent stuff.

✦Mi Left Gripper✦

Aww, it's your twin. Welp time to activate clingy af.

He whines if he isn't in the same room as you, to the point Raph and Leo have to pry him off.

Loves cooking your favorite meals! It's his way of showing that he loves you so much and that everybody else should burn away.

Draws you a lot too. If you're an artist he likes exchanging art styles, portraits, anything really.

Freaks the fuck out if sees even the slightest inconvenience in front of you.

"OMIGOSH! YOU STUBBED YOUR TOE! DONNIE, EMERGENCY CALL!"

Do you like fashion? If so, please exchange outfits with him so he can take the clothing to his secret shrine of his adorable twin!

Will jump on top of you to wake you up.

✦All✦

No leaving the lair without a trusted member of the family.

Friends can only be friends after background checks and approval.

Daily head pats are a must.

——————————————————

That was really on crack ok. Do you guys like the names I chose? I used all my brain cells for "Mi Left Gripper".

- Celina

[peppapiglover]

SEBASTIAN IS SO CUTE

I woke up to find him in the nursery, looking at the crib. He gave me a ruby 🥺

He's so adorable 😭 Going to add it to my collection ofc!

Later that evening, I came home early and found him again in the nursery, putting our kids to sleep. He surprised me by saying something naughty in front of our kids... which (I'm barely realizing) he hasn't said once, until now, since the birth of our first child. Not surprising tho since that man did not waste any time trying to conceive our children 💀 As soon as the nursery was built, baby making time. The night our baby grew out of the crib? Anotha one. if this is his way of hinting, i would gladly give him a child

but anyway

He said this right after which genuinely caught me SO off guard.

We've been married since Fall 1 of Year 1, it's Spring of Year 4 and I've NEVER experienced jealousy issues with Sebastian - not even on my switch file. I've spent the last two-ish seasons building relationships with Elliott and Harvey (even gifting them bouquets lmfaooo) and he never said anything to me until tonight, when I gifted Sam a cola for the first time in a year maybe? Interesting... I told him the truth and he wasn't mad about it, but highkey I kinda liked this jealous side I've never seen before...

No but seb is so adorable. I've seen so many people dislike Seb because they've had bad interactions with him but he has always been the sweetest to me. Always gifts me energy tonics, aquamarines and rubies, he would constantly spend his days in the nursery during the pregnancy of each child & even now he hangs out in there until it's bedtime. ALSO, TIL not all spouses bring the kids to festivals???? Idk how true that is but Seb has always brought the kids with him. I assumed all marriage candidates did that, but if they don't, Seb gets bonus points for being an awesome dad.

kinda cool to see that it's the same character, yet we all have wildly different experiences

BUT IDDKKKKK I probably just have the best most perfect special unique amazing one of a kind marriage ever this save file bc hes so amazing to me😼 I love this pixel man

[bad268]

plspls can i have a finn shelby x reader where they run away to america for a few years and have a whole family bc the shelby's dont approve of their relationship? and they only come back after their kids ( 4 kids, 2 boys and 2 girls ) kept pestering them about meeting their relatives. cue a big sappy emotional reunion with a dash of some relationship reveal in it.

We've Got Work to Do (Finn Shelby X Reader)

Fandom: Peaky Blinders

Requested: Clearly (I loved this and kinda ran with it. I hope you like it! Also shout out to Anon who wanted Finn content.)

Warnings: Fem-Reader, language, reader is called a whore, runaways

Summary: Finn and the reader run away from Small Heath, but some family business brings them back. What will the family think?

W.C. 1341

As always, my requests and ships are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

~~(^Google/Wales Online)

It was the eve of my eighteenth birthday. My boyfriend of four years took me out to meet his brothers at the Garrison which did not go well. I heard Finn’s brothers call me unspeakable names, and they told him that I was just another whore who used him for his money. I know this is untrue, and he knows it’s untrue, but it still hurt that this was their first impression of me. I left the Garrison without hearing from any of them because if they did not approve of our relationship, there was no way we would be able to continue. 

I was laying in my room, crying and thinking that my relationship was over. That is until a knock from my window caught my attention. It was difficult to see through the uncleaned window and heavy rainfall, but I could still make out the figure of Finn. “What the hell are you doing? You’re going to get sick!” I lectured, pulling him into my room. “You are freezing, Finn!”

“I had to see you. You need to know that they hate everyone’s girls,” he explained, walking more into the room. “They say every one of ‘em is a traitor. But I don’t care what they think!”

“Finn, I do. They’re your family,” I said as I moved to take his soaking clothes off and replace them with spares he left at my house. “Their opinion matters to me.”

“Well, it doesn’t to me,” he stated, leaving no room for debate, as he changed his clothes. “I’ve got a wicked idea.”

“I’m listening,” I laughed as I helped him button his shirt. 

“What if we left?”

“I'm sorry?”

“We are eighteen. We can do whatever we want,” He explained. “I’ll quit the business, and we’ll go away. We don’t have to stay here.”

“Where would we go?”

“Wherever you want. Anywhere in the world.”

“I like the sound of America.”

That was the night we left Small Heath without a trace. We were on the first boat out of Birmingham and made it to America the next morning. 

We started in New York. We started for a week or so, but it was too flashy. Then we decided to move West. We stayed in all types of places until we reached Santa Fe. It was a place I had heard nothing of, and it was secluded. No gangs, no illegal business, and no judgment.

We decided to build our own life here. We were free. Free to be us without having to worry anymore.

~~

“John, Ava, Maya, Seb, come inside to wash up for supper,” I shouted from the kitchen window. The rest of the family, consisting of Finn, our five-year-old John, four-year-old Ava, two-year-old Maya, and one-year-old Sebastian, had been down by the creek since lunch while I had been writing for the newspaper I worked for. “Finn, help me set the table?”

“On it,” Finn responded as he lifted up Seb and Maya, the two youngest. “Come on. We gotta listen to your mum.” They all ran up the hill 

  “We were having fun, momma,” John said, running through the doors first. He pulled one of the dining chairs over to the sink, so he could wash his hands with some help from Finn. “Can we play more after we eat?”

“Sorry, baby, we can’t,” I replied, moving over to help Ava and Maya as Finn helped John and Seb wash their hands. “Got a call and we gotta leave early in the morning. That means bedtime right after dinner.”

Complaints rose from all four children, but they immediately became quiet once the food was served. I moved to serve Finn, but he stopped me, telling me to sit. Then, he places food onto both of our plates.

“Who called?” Finn started as we began to eat.

“Ada. She saw my article in the paper in Boston and reached out. I made her promise not to tell the family. But now, they’re in trouble, Finn.”

“When were you going to tell me?” Finn cut my explanation short.

“When it involved you,” I replied just as quickly. I leaned in to whisper, “Finn, everyone in the family got sent a black hand. Including us. We will discuss this more once the children are in bed.”

“Momma,” Seb cried.

“Are you all finished?” Finn asked as he started collecting all of the empty plates while I handled the crying child. He put all of the plates and utensils in the sink before leading the two older children toward the restroom. I took the two youngest to our room to clean them up before putting them into their separate cribs in the next room over.

Finn came into our room about an hour later and changed from his dirty clothes. He walked over to where I was sitting at my vanity, brushing my hair, and wrapped his arms around my shoulders. He leaned in to kiss my cheek before hiding his face in my neck and attacking me with small kisses. “Can we talk about it now?”

“I’ll tell you everything I know.”

“Who is it from?”

“Changrettas. The Italian mafia from New York.” I answered. “Ada said that Tommy is calling a family meeting on boxing day. Said we need to be there. Everyone from the family got the same card.” I stopped to stand and face Finn. I lifted my arms to circle his shoulders, one hand moving to cup his cheek. He moved his hands down to rest against my hips. “It’s not just us running from them anymore, Finn. This involves our children. John, Ava, Maya, Seb. They don’t deserve to be in this business. We have to go.”

“As much as I hate my brothers for calling you a whore, I know we need to go back,” he replied, leaning into my hand as we swayed back and forth. “I’ll drive us to New York and we’ll catch a boat out to Birmingham.” We stopped for a second as he pulled me into a kiss. When we pulled apart, he rested his forehead on mine before whispering, “You’re not telling me something. You know you can tell me anything.”

“I know I can,” I whispered back. “I just wanted to make sure before getting your hopes up.”

“Make sure of what?”

“Make sure it wasn’t a one-off thing, but I’m confident to say that I am with child. Again.”

“How long have you known?”

“Been thinking ‘bout it for three months when I missed. Then, I got sick this morning.”

“Now we’re really going,” he laughed, wrapping his arms tighter around my waist. “I’m not risking my family.”

~~

“Momma, was I named after Uncle John?”

“Yes, you were John Boy.”

“Momma, was I named after Auntie Ada?”

“No, but her name made me think of yours.”

“Momma, what is Uncle Arthur like?”

“That’s a question for your dad.”

“This is going to be a long drive.”

~~

“Has anyone seen Finn? Someone had to’ve known where he went,” Tommy asked the group in front of him. 

“They’ll be here. Just give them enough time to get here,” Ada responded with a snap. “Takes time to cross the ocean, ‘specially when you’ve got so much baggage.”

“They? Who’s they?” Arthur snapped right back at her. “What do you mean? Did he move to America?”

“Yeah, when you lot pushed him away when you called his girl a whore who was only there for the money,” Ada laughed. “Surely, you were smart enough to know he left the day after you met her.”

“Sorry we’re late,” I stated as we walked into the room. Finn holding the sleeping girls, John walking between us, and me carrying Seb. “Did we miss a lot?”

“What’s she doing here?” Artur seethed. “She is not part of this family.”

“She happens to be my wife and mother of my children, Arthur. So watch yourself.”

“Well then,” Thomas said, amused, “Let’s focus on Finn and his wife later. We’ve got work to do.”

~~~

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[pygmypyncher]

Hello, hope this is ok. Just to say how much I have enjoyed your writing for Bodies. Your writing is so beautifully detailed, and the internal nuances are delightful to wander amongst. I have read all TRC books, not my favourite, but I really like your fics, but Oh boy, I can see how your writing has developed since then. So, just a big thank you for writing all these pieces. (Do you have any recs for queer media that you have enjoyed?)

Thank you so much for messaging! It's really lovely of you to say!

Also very glad to hear my writing has come on since the TRC days! I was very proud of those fics at the time, and really do still think of them fondly, but I am aware of how much I've grown as a writer since then (hence the slight jumpscare this morning, for which I can only apologise!).

Queer media! Let me dredge my memories for a bit, and I will no doubt mention stuff you've heard of or watched/read already. There are doubtless SEVERAL things I've forgotten, as it is well past my bedtime, but if any glaring omissions occur to me I'll send them on! Shows: Recently I've really enjoyed Our Flag Means Death - you've probably at least heard of it (and as you've been looking at my AO3 you'll have seen I've written for it), and it's completely different from either TRC or Bodies tonally bc it is, in essence, a pirate sitcom, but there is honestly nothing so unashamedly and joyously queer out there at the moment. The fandom is a bit of a terrifying juggernaut, so I suggest treading neatly round the edges and delving into some absolutely top-tier fic (of which there is no shortage) if the whim takes you. On the other side of the pirate scale is Black Sails (DO NOT compare these directly they are very different beasts). Excellent story, very dark and gritty, great pay-off. Deadloch is another great show - Australian detective black comedy, filled to the brim with lesbians! The Haunting of Bly Manor is just a gorgeous ghost/love story with some brilliant characters. Feel Good is one of these unexpectedly heart-breaking sitcoms that I can't recommend enough even though it took me a year to build up the courage for a rewatch A League of Their Own (TV) is just brilliant, and i am GUTTED we're not getting a s2 I'm gonna stick Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries here too, bc even though it isn't actually all that queer (but it DOES have Miriam Margolyes, which definitely qualifies it), it's super camp and has what is possibly the only straight mc romance i've ever been invested in which is saying something Books: KJ Charles is a favourite of mine. She writes really great, quick-to-read queer historical romances that always have a great mystery and body count. The Will Darling Adventures (1920s pulp action-mystery with a romance between an ex-soldier who now runs a second-hand bookshop and a disgraced aristo) are my absolute favourites of hers, but everything she writes is very solid. I've also really enjoyed The Locked Tomb by Tamsyn Muir series so far - very complicated Space Opera, again chock-full of lesbians. Sex: Lessons From History by Fern Riddell is a really interesting non-fiction book about, shockingly, attitudes to sex through history, and takes a delightfully non-heteronormative approach to it that I wasn't expecting going in. As Meat Loves Salt by Maria McCann is an all-time favourite read of mine, but is quite challenging as the main character is Not The Greatest Guy and it does carry some hefty stuff and warnings. Girl Meets Boy and How to Be Both by Ali Smith are both just brilliant stories with some great Gender Stuff going on.

Like i say, I'm sure I've missed stuff! And it's a bit all over the place because, as well as replying to your AO3 comments too early this morning, I am now answering this too late at night. I am sorry, but can do nothing about it :P I hope this is a little bit helpful at least! <3

[two-red-lungs]

Collection of Lost Boys thoughts I have:

Wait is Star just David’s beard (slang for ‘dating someone’ as a coverup for sexual orientation). Is that. Is that what’s going on

So David ‘n Michael really just are Hannibal and Will with the whole “how far are you willing to go/trying to kill one another” dynamic huh. Seems fruity to me IDK

New challenge: Marko tries to keep his tongue inside his mouth for more than 15 minutes. He WILL not make it. Put that thing back where it came from or so help me

Does anyone in this FUCKING GANG have more than a singular ear piercing??? Guys WHAT are you doing. Is to match? Is it a matching thing???

If this movie was made in 2022 the big epic David and Michael final fight would have ended with them really aggressively love/hate kissing

The idea that since they don’t wear helmets sometimes one of the boys just fucking BRAINS themselves is so funny to me. (David voice) “Pack it in, boys, we’re calling it an early night. Marko’s gonna need a day to heal after he split his fuckin’ head open on that rock”

Star should date Robin from Stranger Things because A. Robin would be SO head over heels for her and B. Star doesn’t get any attention from the boys and I just know she and Robin would become an inseparable unit

When David blew smoke in Michael’s face on the boardwalk he ABSOLUTELY wanted to kiss the dude. Officer that’s not an undead vampire that’s a repressed gay man who has internalized his feelings so much they come out as aggression 

PAUL HAS A COMMENT ABT EVERYTHING??? During the chinese food scene he just HAD to interject like, every five seconds. He’s so chatty. He’s the running commentary. I feel like he could sweep u away in a one-sided conversation honestly

“Michael don’t :((((( it’s blood :((((((” Yes go queen give us nothing, you literally didn’t try to stop him even a little bit

David drinking from the Blood Bottle was just

Do we all agree Dwayne is the silent honeypot and Paul is the talker (not the sweet-talker, more just Talks So Much At You that suddenly you’re in a different location with no idea how you got there)

DWAYNE PLAYING DEAD ON THE FLOOR??? His mental voice just saying “oh yeah, this is gonna surprise em, gonna get em so good with THIS one, the ol I’m dead trick”

They all drive in formation right. Do they take turns on who has to be in the far back because they get sprayed to shit w sand and dirt

IMAGINE THEM ALL STANDING AROUND WAITING FOR THEIR BIKES TO FILL UP AT THE GAS STATION SDUBDFGDFG 🧍🧍🧍🧍

This is terrible but I'm so right okay??? If the boys pick a target who won’t respond to flirting they use Laddie. Walk him over, hand in hand, with him fake-crying like “hey, scuse me, my brother can’t find our pops and he’s real upset about it, think you can help us out?”

Does the blood have a drug effect? BC Michael is clearly zonked as soon as he drinks it, like the dude is toasted

The bonfire scene was.... kinda hot. Idk don’t look at me

What is the Boys’s bedtime ritual like??? They all gotta get up there. They all fall asleep at the same time. Do they talk??? Gossip? Does David slap the backs of their heads and say “shaddup, ‘m tryin to sleep”???

A really epic way to kill a TLB-style vampire would be to trap them in a sunbed and turn it on. Instant smoke/fog machine. Lots of screaming.

None of the boys can sneak up on people, they’re all so fucking jingly

[cirixwqnd]

my favourite byler headcanon is that every year on mike’s birthday he receives a drawing from will and each year it would be something different and he like, loves receiving those from will. don’t get him wrong though, he likes the toys dustin and lucas gave him but will’s just hit different, ya know? bc he made it, himself.

and when will left to go to california, mike would look at the drawings again, remembering the joy it would bring him..

“hey will, you’re a bit early! my mom’s not done cooking, you wanna.. hang out in the basement while we wait?” mike says, glancing at the kitchen to see his mom decorating his birthday cake.

“um.. yeah, sure!”

when they got down the basement it was then mike notices a folded paper neatly tucked in will’s palm.

“uh, what’s that?”

will looks down at his hand nervously. ‘will he even like it?’ he thought.

“it’s, uh.. it’s for you.” he replies, handing the paper to mike.

‘is it a letter or something?’ mike stares at it confusingly. “me?” he says, taking it.

“yeah.. i mean, it’s your birthday so i thought i’d give you a uh.. present..”

mike carefully unfolds it, staring back at will with his face still filled with utter confusion.

will’s head was filled with nothing but fear, ‘you probably won’t even like it.. but i stayed up past my bedtime to finish that. my mom caught me up late colouring that but it all seems a little stupid now since you’ll probably hate it an—’

once he saw what the gift was, his face immediately lit up. “it’s.. perfect.”

will stopped for a moment. perfect? did he hear that correctly?

“it’s awesome! i love it!” mike added.

“you do?”

“yeah!! thanks will, no one’s ever made me one before!” he looks around for a place to put his gift in.

“well.. that’s, that’s good. um, happy birthday mike!” will sighs, feeling relieved.

mike spots a drawer, inside he finds a half-written notebook that belonged to him. he opens it, flattening the paper and putting it inside. he stares at the drawing one last time in admiration before closing it. it was wonderful.

he turns around to see will patiently waiting for him. “thank you, will. i.. i love it. i didn’t even know you could do that! that’s awesome.” mike gives him a tight hug.

will smiles at the embrace, happy that his friend liked it.

“MICHAEL!! your friends, they’re here!” karen calls out from upstairs.

mike lets go, patting him on the shoulder.

“that must be lucas and dustin.”

will laughs lightly, “yeah, heh.”

“mike? mike?? are you done with the syrup?”

mike suddenly gets snapped back to reality. he stares down at his plate where he clearly has put way too much maple syrup on his pancakes.

“mike..?” nancy looks at him worringly.

he closes the syrup bottle, handing it to his sister in an instant before cutting into his food as he tries to forget how better things were back then. when it was just him and will.

[trigun-sims-shenanigans]

death, friendship, and fashion

getting an early start (mostly because of her early bedtime) milly decided to make scrambled eggs and toast for breakfast !!!

she's so cute T-T

Meryl came down and i just ! I LOVE WHEN THEY CHAT ABOUT SILLY STUFF

Meryl was actually complimenting Milly's outfit which was very sweet

and they ate breakfast together T-T

deciding to be a nice friend and roommate, Milly fixed meryl's pc !

i get nervous when i have sims do handy work bc it can.... it can lead to unfortunate consequences... like death. But ! it seemed like everything went smoothly !

until i got this notification...

what ?

????

she looks so scared !!! WHAT HAPPENED TO MY POOR GIRL

I guess while working on the pc, she had a bit of a scare and so now milly has a fear of death T-T

on a lighter note, she got a promotion !!!!

and i turned around to find that meryl was just ??? mad playful?

she started doing some silly things lol

and then she and milly sat down to chat and... and ....

AND NOW THEY'RE GOOD FRIENDS... THEY ARE WELL ON THEIR WAY TO BEING BEST FRIENDS AHHH

milly eventually headed out to work and meryl decided that her poetry book wasn't going to finish itself.

its nice to see Meryl happy to work on something for once LOL

AND SHE FINISHED !!! AND SENT IT TO A PUBLISHER !!! NOW SHE'S GONNA MAKE BOOK MONEY 1!!!!

she took a break to clean the tub LOL

and then went straight back to work as a ghost writer !

oops... i forget when you get a promotion you often get a costume change..... oh milly

time to revamp

AND VOILA. SHE IS NOW A TRUE STYLE INFLUENCER

cute nails and sick winged eyeliner !!!

thats all for the girls.... seeing as a mystery person decided to show up at their door....

shower milly !

[dewedup]

random fluffy headcannons that i thought you could sit on for a while <3

everyone scritches under phantom’s chin and praises him after rituals (oh shit, phantom kitty??)

swiss had made individual bedtime songs for everyone and plays them on bad nights (have you heard this mf oh my ghouuul Xb)

rain secretly feeds the kitties in mountain’s garden at night

mountain has deer antlers for horns. i will not take any other answers. fight me.

dew wakes up really early to make coffee and watch the sunrise and sometime aurora joins him

aether facetimes the groupchat when he gets rlly sad and misses everyone while they’re on tour

aurora makes kandi for everone on the tour bus when she’s bored

cumulus only makes biscuits on aether and cirrus bc they are meaty :3 (KITTYLUS)

cirrus is rlly fucking strong it’s scary…

-yk who i am sweetheart

HAPPY KINKTOBER 1st EVE

phantom definitely thrives off post-ritual praise, i see more puppy!phantom and kitty!dew only because puppies love you unconditionally and cats are kind of assholes (i'm a cat person i can say this)

why am i rain?? i always get yelled at for feeding strays but like if i make them love me and eventually bring them into the house then they aren't really strays anymore? 💁🏻‍♀️

mountain ABSOLUTELY has antlers i think often of the piece @mac-and-thefox wrote where mount is pampered by dew and swiss and she touches on his antlers in it

dew being an early riser is canon at this point, i completely agree!!

thank you for spreading the hc agenda, i loved all of these!!

happy kinktober autumn!! (it's 2am for me now so the eve part is well and truly past haha)

[1moreoffkeyanthem]

Aight so I’m definitely writing the old man style first, but I also fucking cried last night working on part 2 of Bedtime Stories bc this one takes place smack dab in the middle of chapter 4 of BBFA2 with Stan zoom calling into his AA meeting and the later conversation with his sponsor about new coping mechanisms bc a lot of his usual ones are physical and he can’t do shit with broken ribs 😭 literally I’m super emotional bc I don’t touch on the later timeline OJV alcoholism stuff other than to mention it in passing, because I don’t have the firsthand experience, but asking someone in my life who has that experience so I get it right has me feeling every single feeling, like I’ve said before that Stan’s sobriety is super important to BBFA2- onward, he stops drinking a while after Sad Sack and Bicycle Lane and I’ll never write the early days of his recovery bc that’s not my story to tell, but struggling down the line I can fuck with. A a big trigger for Stan’s drinking is being injured; being sedentary. So this brings up a lot of big feelings, brings him back to after he broke his arm in high school and decided to quit football. He went on a bit of a binge to cope with that (another thing I won’t write), and this is the first time since then that doing something he loved hurt him this bad.

The difference? This time he has the emotional tools to actually deal with it. He has his friends in the program, Kyle has a degree in psychology now and knows more how to help. Stan getting hurt gets the ball rolling for them figuring out what’s going on with their new neighbor in the story. This is also when Stan realizes he’s ready to take on a sponsee of his own.