#but his Wikipedia page is pure gold

[doctor-peggy]

I almost forgot!!! Happy marmot day to everyone except this poor guy who does not seem to be enjoying himself. America, your gods are strange and interesting.

Also last year I wrote a poem about him while I was in a depressive haze and it ended up submitting it to a magazine so I did not post it. But! This year I will. Because it’s very silly and I’m proud of it for this reason. Not that I have an audience but I mean you know that’s not the point of tumblr anyhow.

Marmot; A short love letter to Phil

I wonder what he’s thinking when

They lift him up so high

You worship him, your god of spring

He’s just a little guy

He truly is just. A little guy. Thank you to my friend for reminding me that today is Groundhog Day.

[semi-imaginary-place]

The Seven Treasures of Buddhism: An Update

After the first few inclusions to Phos, fans speculated that he would eventually contain all 7 of the jewels in his body. As the series continued and Phos continued to fight for the Lunarians many including myself speculated that just like the seedless lotus pod, Phos was meant as a deconstruction of Japanese Pure Land Buddhism. Ichikawa would set Phos up to obtain all 7 jewels only to fail in doing so. So now that chapter 99 has been published let us review the status of Phos' components.

From scouring the internet there's a few different lists of which 7 jewels are counted but here's a summary of what I have found.

gold

silver

tridacna/fossilized shell

agate

lapis lazuli(1)

pearl(1)

a red/pink jewel (carnelian, coral, etc)

(1) glass sometimes replaces either pearl or lapis lazuli

So what has Phos gotten:

gold: on the beach of beginnings Phos takes on a gold and platinum alloy to replace his missing arms.

silver: Phos' new arms contain platinum, and after Phos' final fight against Cinnabar, he takes on some of Cinnabar's mercury giving himself a skin. Both platinum and mercury are silvery metals.

shell: Phos' new legs are made of Aculeatus' shell which has a core of agate and an outer layer of shell. An agatized fossil shell.

agate: Phos' new legs include agate

lapis lazuli: Phos' head is replaced with the head of Lapis Lazuli by Cairngorm.

pearl: Aechemea implants an artificial pearl eye into Phos.

adamant: Phos receives Adamant's eye. Kongo (金剛) can be translated a number of ways. It refers to vajra or a ritual weapon of absolute hardness/strength and power, diamond, adamantine a mythological unbreakable material.

I remember there was some speculation way back when that the carnelian/red-pink gem would be from Padparadscha since the word means lotus (pink) colored, but it seems Ichikawa has chosen another path. Just from reading the English articles one might think that kongo in the sense of diamond would be the crystal or glass mentioned below because all are clear and colorless, but I doubt this. The term both the Japanese and Chinese Wikipedia articles use is "玻璃" which is glass while crystal at least in the modern language would be "水晶", however only the Japanese article links to the page for quartz (石英). Kongo (金剛) however is a completely different concept referring to the mythological weapon/material.

What to make of this? I don't know I feel like I need an advanced degree on the history of Buddhism in Asia, a Buddhist theology/philosophy degree, and fluency in like 4 languages (Japanese, Chinese, Pali, Sanskrit). Perhaps much like Phos has broken from the path of the 7 Gems of Buddhism, lifeforms on the planet have too broken away from humanity. Maybe Japanese Pure Land Buddhism is a broken philosophy and we should all ditch it.

sources:

Wikitionary: gold, silver, crystal, tridacna (clam shell), agate, amber, coral

Chinese Wikipedia page on the 7 Treasures:

"Buddha Says Amitabha Sutra": gold, silver, agate, clam shell, lapis lazuli (2), glass, carnelian.

"Infinite Life Sutra": gold, silver, agate, clam shell, lapis lazuli(2), glass, coral.

"Lotus Sutra": gold, silver, agate, clam shell, lapis lazuli(2), pearl, rose colored stone.

The Japanese Wikepedia page on the 7 treasures:

"Infinite Life Sutra": Gold, silver, lapis lazuli, glass, clam shell, coral, agate.

"The Lotus Sutra": gold, silver, agate, lapis lazuli, clam shell, pearl, rose colored stone

Chinese Buddhism Encyclopedia: gold, silver, lapis lazuli, seashell, agate, pearl, and carnelian.

Nichiren Buddhism Library: gold, silver, lapis lazuli, seashell, agate, pearl, and carnelian

(2):琉璃 translated by google as "colored glaze" refers historically (and religiously) to a blue jewel like lapis lazuli imported from the cultures west of China, it is a Pali loan word from the Sanskrit word vaiḍūrya (which actually refers to cat's eye stones). It was later sometimes replaced with a blue man-made object with a glassy surface such as colored glass, ceramic, or cobalt glass. The modern term refers to colored glass sculptures as compared to 玻璃 which is the general term for glass, like a car window.

[ricardian-werewolf]

Chapter 15: Just our hands clasped so tight.

Summary: 3 months pass from the blizzard that surrounded the Great Palace. One bright spring morning, Alina and Nikolai are crowned Tsarina and Tsar, and their plans to rebuild Ravka are set into motion under the banner of the Sunne in Splendour.

Notes:

- This chapter's extensive coronation is based entirely off of the Imperial Russian coronation of the Romanov line, and the portions and steps are taken from the wikipedia page. Most of Vladim's lines as the Apparat are taken from official prayers of the Romanov coronations headed by the Patriarch, with Ravkan twists. - title taken from I will Follow you into the Dark by Death Cab for Cutie. - To all of those who've commented on this fic, given Kudos and love and supported me in my first ever Nikolina and Grishaverse fic, THANK YOU. I Hope very much that this chapter is as enjoyable as all of them. A sequel may be in the works, and if not, there are many portions of this fic that may become alt scenes. Word Count: 8.4k words. Tws: None.

Chapter excerpt below the cut.

“Honestly.” Alina groaned as she watched Linnea and Genya examine the flowing train of her coronation gown. 

“Hmm?” Linnea murmured as she dabbed a drop of crushed sapphires into the train’s inner lining (pure satin!). The color flowed out from her fingers and she grimaced as Genya fingered the fox-fur edging of the train’s edging. The coronation gown Alina wore was extremely fanciful, a confection of sapphire blue velvet and gold embroidery that looked closer to a 19th century French imperial gown than anything Ravkan. But she’d picked it out purposefully, and in a way, it suited her.

The short, puffed sleeves framed her shoulders as Alina moved her arms back and forth, testing the movement. The gown responded accordingly, and the Tsarina sighed in relief. On a bed of crushed velvet in wine-dark purple, laid a glorious sapphire necklace made into the relief of the antlers crowning her neck. Those blasted things had adapted more firmly to her desires in the months following their relocation, and now adapted once more to being curved around her neck. Except they now framed her face fancifully instead of being a sign of her own oppression. Alina fingered the left antler as Genya stepped over to the side table where the jewels lay. Her whole chambers had been redecorated according to Alina’s wishes, and away went the former Tsarina’s gaudy choices of coral pink and silver. Her heraldic colors - sapphire blue and shimmering gold leaf, adorned the curtains and rugs. A swirling pattern of a white stag rampart christened the rugs under her feet, the wall hanging over her bed. 

A massive painting occupied one far wall of her massive bedchamber, consisting of Nikolai wielding her banner. He looked over his shoulder, urging the masses towards the North star that glittered over the distant visage of Os Alta. His pistols had been painted with expert accuracy, and the court painter had grumbled for hours afterwards about how much Nikolai fidgeted. Alina had plied her husband with metal pieces and he’d gifted her little animals and miniature ships made from the scraps. 

The stag, however, was not alone. For while the heraldic symbol Alina used the most as Sankta was the stag, her true heraldic symbol coiled above their heads. Around the chandelier adorning the ceiling above her head, painted by Alina herself, was Rusalye, his fangs out and claws ready to rend her threats to pieces. 

[quctetheblade]

🔪🔪 BANG ‼️ BANG ‼️ 🤪

Jamie ‘Jay’ White has been raising pure hell since October 9, 1992. The New Zealand native started his wrestling career in 2013 as a way for him to simply “not get arrested or die”. It was the healthiest outlet he could find that didn’t bore him half to death. He started out as a Young Lion in NJPW and while it seemed very opposite of his usual disposition, Jamie obeyed just to prove a point. That he has sense and he is capable of following orders. Jamie compares being a young lion to like being in the army. Upon graduating, he had developed a sense of character and making waves in various promotions before finally deciding that new japan was where he wanted to build his empire. His first transition was to become a member of CHAOS.. not a good fit so Jamie joined and eventually led Bullet Club to the promise lands. If you ask him, Bullet Club never took off until he became the leader..

From 2018 until 2023, he led the Bullet Club to various feuds, championships, and through a pandemic. It was a weird time in professional wrestling but Jay felt it was his responsibility to stand by his men like a war general. Being apart of NJPW also had him briefly join impact wrestling as well while also sporadically making AEW appearances. After a few readings of will he/wont he, Jay put pen to paper and signed a contract with All Elite Wrestling. Hes currently the leader of the Bang Bang Scissor Gang and (as of this writing) is 1/3 of the ROH World 6 Man Championships.

so now that I’m done sounding like his wikipedia page, here’s your gold star 🌟 for reading all that and give me a too sweet in the comments of the post. 🤘🏻

jamie comes across as very cocky and very arrogant but if you’re nice to him, he’s nice to you. he has a 5 year old son with his ex-wife (divorced as of Jan2023 and a NPC). his son’s name is blade (of course it is) and co-parents with his ex fully… as much as a party hard/coke addict can. blade is typically seen backstage with his mom (who also works for aew) or his dad on an iPad in catering. This is a very mature portrayal. I’m playing Jamie as a very flawed, much darker on the inside, human being. If he isn’t scheduled to perform, he’s 9.5/10 high off his fucking ass due to his addiction.

**THIS DOES NOT REFLECT THE ACTUAL JAY WHITE. THIS IS JUST MY VERSION OF HIM.

[mystech-master]

Hero Artifact: Yu Narukami

Full Hero Artifact Masterpost/Explanation here

I am not limited to one main protagonist per franchise since, I already did Joker from Persona 5.

I am trying not to do repeat artifacts when I do these, and a LOT of heroes use swords, so I need to be particular.

Mirrors reflecting the true self I felt was a good theme for Narukami. Forged from the very land of Inaba with Marie and Izanagi's Lightning.

From Wikipedia's Mirrors in Shinto page:

"Some mirrors are enshrined in the main hall of a shrine as a sacred object of the divine spirit, or are placed in front of the deity in a hall of worship. Mirrors in ancient Japan represented truth because they merely reflected what was shown, and were a source of much mystique and reverence." Fitting for P4's themes of Truth.

Also, "It is believed a mirror helps a believer see a true image of themselves and their devotion and worshiping the divine within themselves." Divine within themselves sounds like it could fit Personas, which tend to be gods.

The Roman Numerals around the round mirror are meant to represent Yu's Social Links, with the glowing ones being people he is more closer to. The black/blank ones are the normal people of Inaba, the blue ones are his fellow Investigation Team members as well as Nanako and Dojima, Red is Adachi (that is the number for Strength but the Thoth deck makes it Hunger), and the Gold ones re the Velvet Room girls of Margaret and Marie. The 0 for the fool (aka himself) can turn into the XXI for the World when using it at full power.

I also included some Shide paper stramers for the sacred Shinto vibe. The Kanji in the mirror is "Shin", which can translate to True, Genuine, Pure, Just, Right, Reality, and Genuine.

The mirror can also assume other forms:

* A more rectangular mirror, which can act as a screen. Either viewing faraway places like a magic mirror, or seeing into inaccessible places. Using Its lightning affinity it can even pick up on TV signals for free Cable, or act as a TV World portal if need be. It can even grow and shrink from normal handheld phone size to flatscreen TV size.

* Special glasses that can see through layers of reality.

* Yu can merge it with his sword to form the Regalia blade, taking aspects of the Three Sacred Regalia of Japan and combining them all into one, allowing him to dispel any falsehoods or illusions.

[dfroza]

Geppetto wished to make a real boy from wood

and Santiago searched for his treasure from a dream

and my dream has been to make my heart into a real book that is gently offered as a friend, in naked vulnerability.

not as a book of pages that reach an end. but of a heart (spirit) that is eternal in its True nature.

knowing that the treasure is (inside, Anew)

The Adventures of Pinocchio (1883) by Carlo Collodi

The Alchemist (1988) by Paulo Coelho

we learn and are inspired by good fiction, but we can be reborn by True illumination.

this world is also full of illusion. of lies. and Pinocchio learned of this. we all have been given a will that is free to choose how to behave. we are instilled with a conscience that points towards morality to be able to discern between right and wrong. we have a heavenly Parent who is both Author and Creator of the universe. but we also have to personally choose to become a daughter or a son (according to our given birth gender) of our heavenly Father by coming to “believe…” in the eternal Son rather than following a lie.

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The name Pinocchio is a combination of the Italian words pino (pine), and occhio (eye); Pino is also an abbreviation of Giuseppino, the diminutive for Giuseppe (the Italian form of Joseph); one of the men who greatly influenced Collodi in his youth was Giuseppe Aiazzi, a prominent Italian manuscript specialist who supervised Collodi at the Libreria Piatti bookshop in Florence. Geppetto, the name of Pinocchio's creator and “father,” is the diminutive for Geppo, the Tuscan pronunciation of ceppo, meaning a log, stump, block, stock or stub.

inside (the inner space) of the heart we can find the Ark of the new covenant (of grace) of which the Ark in the Temple was made of wood covered in pure gold that represents the atoning work of the Son (the Word of God)

and so by welcoming the entrance of the Spirit we become the Temple of Light on garden earth

(Light is Love)

isn’t it amazing that people make beautiful things from the Trees?

we’re made in the image of our Creator (in male & female) and so we are inspired to create, yet to do so with a heart & mind of humility (as before the reverence of a King)

A guitar from Israel

[B&G Guitars]

A window of opportunity.

Photo by Kfiro

#yourquestfortoneisover

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the “body” of earth will be reborn, just as our physical body for those who choose to be in Love.

everything has to be taken back to purity.

[epic-sorcerer]

Queer imagery in BBC Merlin

Content warning: kink/fetish, fisting in particular but I show I big image containing a long list of different kinks, homophobia, dom/sub dynamics, sex

Merlin is shown wearing a purple tunic in s4, despite the fact he is a servant and purple(especially with such saturation) was extremely expensive bc purple dye was so hard to make. Gwen also has a light purple dress(or maybe 2? It’s hard to tell). Even though it’s definitely lighter than Merlins tunic, it’s still expensive.

it was illegal for peasants to wear expensive fabrics because of the Sumptuary Law. Basically it makes sure that lower class people are not fashionable. However, BBC Merlin doesn’t seam to care about that law, considering Merlins other bright clothing so take this was a grain of salt.

Basically what I’m trying to say is that there’s no way they could have gotten their hands on these clothes without the help of nobles. Gwen might have, because she works with clothing and could have easily mixed blue and red dye together. Merlin probably not have because he’s never shown to be particularly materialistic or interested much in fashion, despite his bright clothes. Bright Purple would have been much, much harder to get.

It makes the most sense for Merlin and possibly Gwen too to have been gifted such expensive clothing by a noble for being a good servant. I’d imagine Arthur would be the one to give Merlin the tunic and morgana the dresses.

Why does this matter? Lavender(and also purple in general) was considered a queer color starting in the 19th century. Queer men especially were said to possess a “streak of lavender” and a serge of homophobia at the time was often referred to as the “Lavender Scare.” Purple and lavender is still used now to symbolize queerness.

Since Merlin is a modern interpretation of Arthurian myths, it would be perfectly plausible that this symbol was on purpose. Merlin/Arthur and Gwen/Morgana are both extremely popular ships and they are both shown to have a very deep form of trust(Gwen/Morgana being at the beginning of the show). Arthur and Morgana gifting Merlin and Gwen purple clothing could be show them they accept their queerness and/or signaling their own queer attraction to them.

Now, this next symbolism concerns only Merlin/Arthur.

Merlin is shown to have three neckerchiefs.

Navy blue, red, and light grey. Why does this matter? Well, let’s take a look at something called the handkerchief code, also known as the hanky code or “flagging.”

This code has its origins all the way back in time during the Wild West in the USA, but got more popular during the late 20th century in USA and UK gay bars. This code was used mainly by queer men and some nonbinary people to signal to other queers what they wanted sexually. While typically worn in people’s back pockets, a handkerchief could also be worn around one’s neck to show they are a versatile and experienced.

According to this code, Merlin is into;

Red: fisting and getting fisted. This color was hard to get an exact shade from, but the second best option was dark red for double fisting which is honestly so similar I’m not sure if it really matters much.

Light grey: stone topping and getting fucked by a stone top

Navy blue: fucking and being fucked anally

For any one wanting to make their own interpretations of Merlins neckerchief colors(the lighting makes it hard to tell the exact ones) have a look at this handy chart

Not only that, but Arthur is seen wearing a favour on his left arm in s3 ep 4.

What’s a favour? It’s a fabric strip of affection commonly given by maidens to knights before a tournament as a symbol of good luck. It’s often a very important scarf, hankcerchlif , towel, really any bit of cloth that can be tied around someone’s arm. This is also a popular trope in historical media for a female love interest to give a favour to a male one to show chemistry between them.

Regardless of your stance on Merlins gender identity, you have to admit how commonly Merlin is shown to be gender nonconforming(GNC) or otherwise be associated with “womanly” qualities. Especially in a society so heteronormative, the only “pure” option for a knight receiving a romantic gesture would have it be from a woman. If the token was from a queer man, it would also out the noble and cause lots of horrific chaos and destroy both of their reputations.

Even if it was common for women to give knights favours, queer men still existed and with that came romantic gestures—this time hopefully more secret.

Even though the favour on Arthur’s arm doesn’t look exactly like Merlin’s neckerchief, Merlin was the only person to speak with him while preparing for the tournament. Also, the original theorist who I linked in my sources also pointed out that Merlins neckerchief looks lopsided. Almost like Merlin tore off a bit of it and hastily tied it back on.

Although this theory is definitely flawed, it doesn’t matter. Arthur is still wearing a red handkerchief on his left arm. But what does that tell us exactly?

Regardless of wether or not it was Merlin’s, the red is the same shade and also implies Arthur is also into fisting. What about the placement? Sicne it’s on his left, it shows that he is a top/dom, meaning that he prefers to be the one fisting. Since it is worn around his upper arm, it shows that he is simply into the fetish, compared to what other placements mean. In another source, it shows taht upper arm means switch, but because Arthur is wearing it on his left it wouldn’t really make sense for him to signal being a “top-switch” compared to being a top and having the fetish in general.

If you look closely, you can see a different colored stripe on the favour. It’s hard to tell exactly what the color is, it could be yellow, gold, orange, etc. because the color is so dubious, I’ll just leave y’all with a list of color meanings that may apply to Arthur’s favour.

YELLOW: pisser/watersports kink

YELLOW, Pale: spitter/spit kink

MUSTARD: Has 8+ inch dick

GOLD: two looking for one

ORANGE: anything anytime

Also, it’s important to bring up what many in thsi fandom refer to as the “fisting scene.” Where Arthur threatens Merlin by showing him his gloved fist and pulling a bit at the glove.

In the blooper, you can see Merlin’s actor(Colin Morgan) breaking character and giggling as Arthur shows him his fist. Many in the fandom agree that this was a clear innuendo for fisting, and it is very well possible.

Merlin is shown hitting Arthur and saying he was just doing some horse play, but still indirectly convincing Arthur that he needs to teach Merlin a lesson. This is actually a common act in BDSM sex, where the submissive person purposely angers the dominant into punishing them in a way that somehow involves sex or fetish play.

If you look closely, you can see Merlin is wearing at kinky red fisting handkerchief, showing Merlin is perfectly capable of being a submissive fistee. Also, the hanky code also includes other symbols such as latex or rubber gloves that, surprise surprise, also mean fisting. Although it’s more likely Arthur’s gloves where made of leather, it can still further be interpreted as a fisting symbol if you want. Either way, Arthur’s favour still holds water as he is undoubtedly the dom in this situation.

Also, Merlin is very impulsive and a madlad. Tell me he wouldn’t wear his secret fetish symbols infrount of stuck up, Roman Catholics who are none the wiser. He’d probably think it’s hilarious which is probably why he wears them almost everyday. Merlin loves playfully misbehaving(and is also a brat sometimes) so it makes sense for him to have some dangerous fun.

Now, you may be asking. Why does this matter? At the end of the day, it probably wasn’t intentional. Well, there is alwyas room for doupt BUT I do have some ferther proof. One of the co writers of BBC Merlin—Johnny Capps—actually won a Stone Wall Award. You know, an award named after a core part of queer culture?

The award’s website and Wikipedia page say they give the award for art that describes the LGBT experience well. While I am unsure why or what Capps made to be nominated, it still shows he is very much in touch with queer culture. Capp himself even said at an interview about Merlin, “... in the end, deep, deep down it’s about sexuality and things you just can’t tackle head-on.”

Well, what says more about sexuality than the main characters fist fucking each other? That’s a lot of sexuality. While I am unsure of Capp’s age, he does look to be about middle age and it would make sense for him to know about a code popularized in a 70s to 90s. Especially for someone who has made multiple queer oriented stories in his life time.

Sources:

Why is purple considered the color of royalty?

Sumptuary law

How lavender became a symbol of LGBTQ resistance

How Lavender Became a Symbol of LGBTQ Resistance(part 2)

flagging opinicus rampant

Handkerchief code

DO YOU KNOW THE HANKY CODE?

Picspam: The Red Favour (Proof of Arthur Wearing Merlin's Favour in 3x04)

Five medieval love tokens

The Lady's Favour

Hanky codes

Nominees for Stonewall Awards announced

Merlin series 5 spoiler-free launch report

Pls reblog I spent hours on this /np 😭👊

[almadelsur]

Late Afternoons With Steve || S.R

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Summary: This is just a cute short lil drabble about lil domestic moments with our favourite star spangled man with a plan. No real plot and not much happens I just thought it was cute 🥺 Hope you enjoy !! Also this is not proofread so it’s probably v v messy I was just too excited to post it so don’t hate meeee

Warnings: None just pure fluff

Steve Rogers x Reader

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Your favourite time of the day was the late afternoon without a doubt. The spare room in the left wing of the compound caught the sunset perfectly and welcomed the gush of light with open arms, the spotlight almost always focusing directly on that right corner where the long desk overlooked the window. His favourite spot. It was the same everyday at around 5:30, the light, the tones, the warmth, it all transformed him. He phased away from the stoic patriot soldier he was made into, to everything he really was. You were aware of how much you stared and how you should probably reign it in but when your eyes fixated on him during these hours, the same thought entered your brain every time. Suddenly within the second, it wasn’t the sun lighting up the room anymore, it was him. His skin dripped gold, the only thing cutting through the honey was the crystal in his eyes. He’d look up at you from whatever book he was reading or whatever Wikipedia page he’d be browsing in hopes of connecting with the futuristic scope he’d awoken in, and you swore everytime his eyes met yours, you fell in love all over again. For him, you were a safe space in an otherwise chaotic world. He loved afternoons like these, special time carved out specifically for the two of you to bask in the presence of eachother. Steve had been around the world and back fighting justice and whilst he was extremely devoted and skilled at his job, sometimes when he was away on particularly lengthier missions, he’d have to force himself to concentrate. No matter how many bad situations he’d punch his way out of, his mind always always circled back to you, to you and moments like these.

“What’s on your mind beautiful?” He spoke before he looked at you, leaving you a glorious couple of seconds of admiring him before his stare caused you to bashfully retract your line of vision, a light blush creeping up your cheeks. Just like always.

“You.”

He let out a quiet chuckle before finally closing the laptop in front of him and joining you on the bed. Once he sat beside you, you wasted no time in crawling up beside him and tracing your fingertips along his jawline. His hand came up to hold your wrist tenderly as you explored the outlines of his face.

“Do you know how much I love you?” he spoke up after a while, his voice was hushed, intimate words only meant for your ears despite the two of you being the only ones in the room.

“Not even a fraction of how much I love you Steve” you matched his tone and leaned forwards, connecting your lips together in a slow tender kiss. Without any words spoken you shared an exchange that you both knew would be timeless. You filled each others hearts and no one could take that away from both of you, afternoons like these reminded you of that.

And that’s why afternoons were your favourite time of day.

[aethersea]

May I request 41 - First Kiss and 94 - Hair Brushing/Braiding for the Leverage OT3, please? (Also extra bonus points if you give Eliot beads in his hair like in The Ice Man Job, because we didn't get NEARLY enough of that in the show) Thank you!

I cannot believe I wrote this whole thing out and then never published it. I’m so sorry, it’s been at least twenty-four years since you sent in this ask, please accept my humble apologies and also this ficlet.

However, this prompt is just pure fluff, and I hate to tell you this but I am not a fluff writer. I just can’t pull off that unadulterated sweetness. I am in this fandom for the shenanigans, first, last and foremost! So this fic is now a 5+1 of Eliot and Parker trying to seduce Hardison.

1. Parker thinks they need to give him gifts, so she goes through her stash and picks out the largest, fanciest jewel she’s ever stolen. Then she realizes: Hardison likes stories. He spends hours giving their aliases histories and pets and allergies and favorite foods, he can get a whole sordid history of jealousy and betrayal from a single corporate email chain, and Parker knows for a cold fact that he writes little stories with his online friends about being wizards together.

She goes through her stash again and picks out the most cursed thing she’s ever stolen.

It’s a jeweled statuette, almost as tall as her forearm, made of gold and studded with precious and semi-precious stones. Mysterious deaths have befallen five separate owners of this thing. Its base is dented from the time it was used to bludgeon Owner Number Three to death. The tiny rubies it has for eyes follow you across the room.

Parker puts a bow on it and leaves it in Hardison’s room while he’s sleeping. He wakes up to this horrible little statue watching him from his bedside table.

He texts the group chat, Hey did anyone put an evil little gold guy in my bedroom last night? But Parker chickens out and says nothing (drunkenly betting Eliot that she can seduce Hardison is one thing, but admitting that she likes him is something else altogether). Everyone else texts back variations on “nope.” (Except Sophie, who just sends back a string of heart eyes emojis and a wikipedia link. She loves cursed artifacts.) So Hardison puts the statue away in a closet somewhere and figures he’ll deal with it later.

Parker is mildly offended that he put her gift in a closet. She goes into his room the next night and puts it back on the bedside table, where it clearly belongs.

This goes on for a week. Hardison puts the statue in a desk drawer, then in one of the cabinets in the office downstairs, then in the dumpster down the street. Every day he wakes up to those glittering red eyes watching him sleep. He’s asked his internet buddies if anyone knows a good exorcist. Hardison doesn’t really believe in curses, but also? What the fuck. What the fuck.

~

2. Eliot assumes the drunken bet will be forgotten by morning. What kind of world would it be if people always followed through on promises they made while they could barely stay vertical? So he spends the morning nursing his hangover and cleaning his knives. Cleaning guns is no good while hungover—all the snaps and clicks of popping things in and out of place sound like actual gunfire when you’re hungover, it’s a nightmare—but knives are quiet and have no moving parts. Buffing and polishing them is soothingly repetitive work, and every once in a while he can throw one at one of the dartboards on the walls and reassure himself that his reflexes are still sound even after that much tequila.

It’s only when he gets Hardison’s text about the golden statuette that magically appeared in his room overnight that Eliot realizes Parker’s actually going for it. After some internal debate about whether he’s going to stoop to this or not, Eliot decides what the hell and starts making plans.

Eliot agrees that gifts are the way to go, but not stolen gifts. Not things. Anyone can give a thing. Proper wooing is about giving experiences.

Eliot plans for three days. On the fourth day, he and Hardison have their irregularly scheduled monthly coffee date, and Eliot texts him beforehand to say he wants to do it at the brewpub this time. Hardison arrives to find a deceptively simple meal: basic country fare perfected through years of experimentation, made with the best ingredients Eliot can get his hands on. And Eliot, after all, is still a retrieval specialist. There’s very little in the world he can’t get his hands on.

And yet the night ends and somehow he has not gotten his hands on Hardison.

This is just not right. Eliot knows how to deploy a smolder, okay, Tangled reference aside he is damn good at flirting and he knows the looks he’s giving Hardison are clear as day. It’d be one thing if Hardison had turned him down, or if he’d been uneasily unwilling, or even if his eyes had widened slightly in suppressed panic and he’d abruptly found a reason to leave. Eliot can take rejection, bet or no, and he’d have bowed out graciously without a fuss. But this was much, much worse.

Hardison didn’t even notice he was flirting.

He’s going to have to up his game.

~

3. “How do you seduce people?” Parker asks bluntly, turning up at Sophie’s door just past midnight.

Sophie, despite the hour, is utterly delighted by the question.

This goes as well as you would expect.

~

4. Eliot’s taken a lot of dates to sports games. Hardison may prefer sparkly elves with purple lightning magic to a decent MMA fight, but baseball is the American pastime. Eliot gets them perfect seats, hot dogs from the best vendor in the stadium, even chilled beer that he smuggles in without letting it get warm. It’s going to be a perfect game.

And it is. At first. Hardison, it turns out, has a lot of opinions about baseball. What he does not have is an understanding of the rules. They’re not even into the second inning by the time Eliot finally snaps and starts arguing with him about it.

They make it all the way to the fifth inning before Eliot realizes that Hardison’s basing his complaints off the rules of a game from a Star Wars novel.

They’re at the bottom of the eighth before Eliot will speak to him again.

~

5. Eliot and Parker are drunk again. This is not intentional. They didn’t even mean to come to this bar, but the smoothie place with the fried oreos that Eliot had brought Parker here to try was playing such incredibly bad music that they’d ordered the oreos to go and fled. The bar was just the coziest looking place on the block, and of course they’d ordered drinks to avoid being rude––Eliot had entertained himself for a few minutes scouring the menu for something that would pair well with fried oreos and popcorn chicken.

And now they’re drunk. The conversation has, perhaps inevitably, turned to the ongoing bet.

“I tried everything!” Parker wails. “I laughed at every joke, I touched my hair constantly, I got him talking about things he likes.” She thunks her forehead on the bar. “All that happened is now I know the complete history of orcs in western literature.”

“Hardison wouldn’t know flirting if it pinched him on the ass,” Eliot grumbles.

Parker slaps his arm. “No pinching Hardison!”

“I’m not going to—I don’t pinch people!”

Parker’s ignoring him. Eliot pouts and takes another sip of his drink. He’s not entirely sure what this one is––it’s blue and kind of fizzy, that’s all he can say for sure. Parker took over the drinks menu several glasses ago, and she’s been picking them based on what has the most fun name to say. Eliot’s pretty sure the alcohol content’s been doubling with each order.

“Eliot,” Parker slurs, “we need to work together.”

“What?”

Parker lifts her head from the bar and frowns at him, the way she does when she’s figured out the obvious solution and is just waiting for everyone else to get on the same page. It’s adorable. It’s always adorable, but right now her eyes are wide and slightly unfocused from the alcohol and she’s listing sideways a little, almost as if she’s unbalanced, and it is the most adorable thing Eliot has ever seen. Parker’s never unbalanced, but some part of Eliot’s fuzzy brain thinks she’s about to fall on top of him and cannot wait to catch her.

“You can’t seduce Hardison,” Parker points out. Eliot is drunk enough to get offended by this, but too drunk to get out a complaint before she continues, “I can’t seduce Hardison. But if we work together, the two of us can definitely seduce Hardison. Together.”

Eliot stares at her. Then he takes another sip of his fizzy blue drink. Later, when questioned, he will blame his next words on that drink.

“Worth a shot.”

They take Hardison to a movie. They research for three weeks beforehand. They find the best movie theater in town, with the nicest seats, the biggest screens, and concession snacks that Hardison likes, and they buy tickets for the midnight premiere of the superhero movie that Hardison hasn’t shut up about for the past month. Parker even hacks into the theater’s computers in a last-minute fit of nerves and cross-references the credit cards with drivers’ licenses to make sure the people sitting in front of them won’t be too tall.

Parker witnesses a kidnapping in the parking lot while the boys are getting popcorn. They don’t even stay long enough to catch the commercials.

~

+ 1. “Hey Eliot,” Hardison says during movie night, a little over a week later. “Remember the Ice Man Job?”

Eliot groans. “I try not to.”

Hardison throws a piece of popcorn at his face. “Shut up. Remember how you did your hair for that one? With the little—those little beads on, like, a braid?”

Eliot shoots Hardison a suspicious glance. “Yeah, I remember.”

“Teach me how to do that.”

Eliot shoots Hardison another, more deliberate look, this one pointedly directed at Hardison’s complete lack of braidable locks.

Hardison rolls his eyes as if that’s a silly detail to get hung up on and leans forward to dig around in one of the boxes he has under his coffee table. He emerges with a ziplock bag of plastic beads in no time flat and hands it triumphantly to Eliot. Then he yanks a few cushions out from behind Parker, who’s sitting on his other side, and puts them on the floor in front of him. “Sit here?” he asks Parker, patting the cushion pile.

Parker takes a moment to consider being offended at having her cushions stolen, but curiosity gets the better of her and she just plops down between Hardison’s legs, grabbing the bowl of popcorn as she goes, and waits.

Hardison lifts her hair with sudden gentleness, drawing it over her shoulders and letting it fall down her back in a golden wave. His fingers brush against her neck. Parker shivers. Eliot is distantly aware that he’s gone perfectly still, focused with a hunter’s intensity on Hardison’s dark, graceful fingers carding through Parker’s hair.

Hardison leans back, hands on his knees, and Eliot breathes again. “Well?” Hardison looks over at Eliot, a tiny smirk of challenge on his lips. “Show me how it’s done.”

Eliot is suddenly, brutally aware of how close they are. Hardison’s couch is obscenely comfortable, which is half the reason movie nights are at Hardison’s in the first place, but it is not large. Their thighs are touching. Hardison leans away, to give Eliot access to Parker’s hair, and he’s still so close that Eliot would barely have to reach out a hand to—

Eliot ruthlessly shoves that thought down into the dark where it belongs. He dealt with this, he dealt with this years ago, and accepting Parker’s stupid bet doesn’t mean he’s forgotten the way Hardison and Parker look at each other. It just means he doesn’t mind losing for a good cause.

So he keeps his tone steady and his fingers brisk as he shows Hardison how to braid the clunky plastic beads into Parker’s hair, and if he flushes with heat when their hands brush each other, well, nobody has to know. He’s been trained to withstand eight different schools of torture. It won’t show on his face. His voice never once falters.

Parker has had no such training. Her lips have parted, and her breathing is shallow. She’s staring glassy-eyed at the TV. Hardison can’t see her face, sitting behind her, but Eliot watches her carefully, worried that they need to call this off. Parker’s not used to intimacy, to closeness that means something, and for all the three of them have spent half their movie nights literally on top of each other, this is something else. This has weight.

Eliot puts a hand on her shoulder, pressing down just enough that Parker startles and cants a glance over at him. Eliot raises his eyebrows in question, and Parker glares back: don’t you fucking dare. Eliot backs off. Hardison, frowning in concentration as he threads a wisp of Parker’s hair through a green bead, graciously pretends he didn’t see the exchange.

Hardison gets the hang of the beading fairly quickly, and Eliot shows him a few different techniques. He’s almost managed to convince himself that nothing is actually happening when Hardison says, conversationally, “You two are really bad at this.”

Eliot glowers his confusion. “At movie night? You started this, if you wanted to actually watch Alien then you shouldn’t have—”

Hardison’s smile is soft, but Eliot decides for his own safety to focus on the laughter at its edge. “No, at this.” And then he slides his hand onto Parker’s neck, caresses her cheek, and isn’t the slightest bit surprised when she gasps.

Parker whips around, and there’s hurt on her face but it dies in the glow of Hardison’s gentle, unteasing smile. Hardison pulls her up with the lightest of touches, and she goes, eyes fixed on his like salvation.

They kiss sweet and slow, and Eliot’s heart twists in his chest and he can’t breathe. He needs to leave now before he shatters in half, but if he moves then they will look at him, and he would rather never breathe again than meet their eyes right now.

Hardison breaks off the kiss, gazing at Parker with something just this side of wonder, and then he does look at Eliot. Eliot flinches. He opens his mouth to…say something, make some joke or hasty excuse and scramble out the door, but Hardison raises a hand to Eliot’s face, slides his long fingers to cup Eliot’s neck, and pulls him forward, as gently as he did Parker.

It’s a chaste kiss, no more than a soft press of lips, because Eliot is too stunned to respond and Hardison doesn’t push. It lasts a long time. A whole era of change happens in the span of that kiss, as everything Eliot thought he knew tears out of place and then settles, gingerly, into a new understanding.

Hardison pulls away, his hand still warm on the back of Eliot’s neck. His smile is pure sunshine. Eliot finds himself smiling back, helpless.

Hardison’s grin turns smug. “And that,” he says, looking between Eliot and Parker, “is how you do it. Y’all are disasters, honestly, I can’t believe two master criminals working together couldn’t manage a single real date—”

Eliot heaves a deep sigh and drags Hardison into a headlock, pinning his arms when he flails. Parker surges to her knees and starts tickling him mercilessly.

They don’t finish the movie.

[stone-man-warrior]

July 4, 2020: 2:21 pm

I was reading the Wikipedia page about Mount Rushmore just now. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mount_Rushmore

I recall some things about terror comm that I had long forgotten.

The thing I think is most important to consider, today, is that USA does not learn it’s lessons from it’s own history. Although I would be opposed to the taking of land by force, I am also a product of land, that was taken by force. So, here I am, in a land, that was taken from others, by force. There is only one thing to do, that is to celebrate life, be compassionate of others, and preserve whatever freedom may be left, so that more freedom can be restored to more people in the future. One way to preserve freedom, is to identify that which confines it. “One day in the south mining hills of Dakota there lived a young boy named Rocky Raccoon, and one day, his woman ran off with another guy, he hit young Rocky in the eye, and Rocky didn’t like that, said “I’m gonna get that boy”....” There is a lot of coded terror comm in the story of Mount Rushmore. I am not going to decode all of it. I only want to point it out, so others may have chance to have a look, make some assessments. There is a tale about a sealant used on the mountain to preserve and protect it from water.

The mountain, is granite. They think we are supposed to believe that they are putting a water protection sealer, on Granite. The sealer is said to be Silicone.

Silicone, is a breast implant, so, that gold that was found, and prompted the subsequent “Indian Giver” arrangement when the region was confiscated from the indigenous tribal people who had previously been allocated some land, in the form of a reservation. US Government took the land back, when the natives found gold on it. Silicone, is representative of the “Alpha Breast” ideas that are around in the terrorism, it’s an inflated bag filled with money, at The Black Hills of Dakota. Have a look at the Black Hills Gold Wiki Pedia page. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Black_Hills_gold_jewelry There is one important consideration missing, and a lot of symbolism about police. The missing part, is that the Black Hills Gold, is Ten Karat Gold. Ten = Dead in terror comm. There is other symbolism that instruct savvy terror readers to “do the math”. The instruction to do math on that page is loosely given in the parts about the Six Grandfathers, and the four heads in the mountain. There are a number of references to the number 4 and the number 6. Those add up to ten, and ten means dead, in terror talk. I propose that the entire existence of “Black Hills Gold”, a special kind of goldthat is said to be alloyed with copper, is a manufacture specifically for mass murder communication, and considerations. I am suggesting that the entire “Black Hills Gold Industry” is a mass murder front. The Black Hills Gold, is that pretty to look at shiny yellow malleable metal, that is not quite as pure as it’s 14 Karate counterpart. While 24 Karate gold is more desirable, it is also too mooshy to use full strength, so, 24 Karate Gold, is watered down, to make 14 Karat Gold, and that is durable enough to wear as jewelry. There is a lot going on in that feeble explanation. “Rocky you you met your match” Rocky said “Look Dock, it’s only a scratch, and I’ll be better, I’ll be better just as soon as I am able” That’s all I am going to say about that. There is no one interested in preserving Freedom who will read or consider any of the things I explain. The offensive party, is the Canadians, but they are not written into the history of Mount Rushmore, with exception of a small mention about some mountain goats, that escaped captivity. 2:55 pm.

[thydungeon]

Frederick Barbarossa: The Prince and the Myth

Every now and then I read history books when I read enough fiction that displeases me. While I lived in West Africa, I read books about the Hundred Years’ War and the Thirty Years’ War. You would think I’d follow it up with the Seven Years’ War or Eighty Years’ War, but no, I read a book about the main character from the most difficult of the five campaigns in the base version of Age of Empire 2.

Anyway, the book was on loan from another library, so I didn’t get a chance to renew it (I read 550 fucking pages in 3 weeks, and that writing is dense), and actually flesh out what all these pages note, but here’s what I remember. I assume there are a lot of errors in my memory, so please don’t sue me if I included Bohemia in a list when it shouldn’t have been included.

25 - the author goes into excruciating detail about an insane bust of Barbarossa that includes metaphors about his position as the emperor and if he actually is bringing peace on earth (?)

43 - an amusing paragraph about how we have written evidence that many of his cousins/predecessors/successors/sons/brothers have canonically fucked, but we don’t know if he fucked before he married

100 - the empire had this thing called the Fodrum, which was basically a tax of goods that was levied on all the places (?) in the empire, namely Germany and Italy (but probably also, like, Burgundy, Denmark (?), Bohemia (?), and Austria (?)) - and the amounts are absolutely batshit crazy, like 4762 bags of rice, 77 cattle, 2102 strands of wheat, etc.

142 - I had this marked as “curb your enthusiasm,” so it can only refer to the hilarious moment where Alexander III (or maybe Adrian IV, I can’t remember) and Barbarossa had a big fight because the latter held the wrong (?) stirrup when doing some kind of ceremonial thing

148 - okay I had to hunt down the exact passage because this quote is pure fan fiction (and hilarious)

Take now, O Rome, Teutonic iron instead of Arabian gold. This is the price which your prince offers you for your crown. Thus do the Franks purchase empire. 

WHAT LOL

160 - apparently, as a punishment, Barbarossa had two dukes (or counts, or margraves, or whatever) each carry a dog from one city to another as punishment? Is this the cruel and unusual stuff we outlawed in the constitution?

186 - Barbarossa’s second wife Beatrice had 11 children :/

223 - I wrote “incompetent glory hogs” in my notes, so I can only assume this is a reference to somebody doing something I read about like 30 times in the Hundred Years’ War book, which is doing something tactically/strategically stupid for the sake of looking good, and then getting btfo as a consequence

289 - I wrote “straight savage fam” here, so I think this is about Barbarossa burning multiple cities to the ground, I think either Tortona or Crema in northern Italy

314 - Barbarossa enfeoffs the same land (Sardinia) that he does not own to two people at the same time

347 - Barbarossa again burns down a city, and apparently there is written evidence that his wife was satisfied about it

355 - Barbarossa was friends with Saladin????

404 - Barbarossa had the gall to offer mystery terms to Alexander III, in which Alexander would un-excommunicate (communicate?) Barbarossa, but Alexander wouldn’t know what he would receive until he agreed

479 - I wrote “caught and killed for raping,” which I think is a reference to one of Barbarossa’s sons, who was.... here we go, from Wikipedia:

This chronicle is uncertain whether he was killed by a woman whom he had raped or by her husband.[18] But the Annals of Konrad von Scheyern recorded specifically that he was bitten in the left nipple by a girl he was attempting to rape; although an increasingly large wound developed, he did not want to be treated and died three days later.

499 - Barbarossa used the words “burning zeal” in a letter to his son - nice turn of phrase

508 - starving soldiers ate horse poop

521 - there is apparently conflation between Frederick I and Frederick II (grandson) in the sleeping-king-in-the-mountain myth because [ERR: DATA NOT FOUND]

Anyway, my conclusion:

very hard book to read

overall enjoyable

there were a LOT of Fredericks and Henrys in medieval Germany

shout out to whitman college for having this book and loaning it to the seattle public library

[hms-chill]

42 and/or 73 for the prompt things

42. “I need a hug”

73. “Oh, are you ticklish?”

Somehow, Henry had thought that being a prince here would be different. Eton was full of the sons of politicians and billionaires, and Philip had fit in well enough, so he’d thought surely he would, too. But so far, he’s mostly just been gawked at, fawned over, and asked for his autograph. Everyone wants him in their house, or in their group project, but it’s always more for the fact that he’s a prince than anything about him. That is, until a boy slides in next to him in chapel, holding out a hand with, “I’m Pez, like the sweets.”

“Henry.”

“Nice to meet you, Henry. Are you drawing a spaceship?” Henry blushes, trying to hide it, but Pez leans in for a closer look. “It’s wicked.”

“Thank you.” Henry’s pretty sure that drawing a spaceship isn’t proper princely behavior, but he can’t find it in himself to care, especially not when Pez is treating him like an actual person for the first time since he’s come here.

“We’re meant to be doing a group project in English tomorrow,” Pez says, leaning over to whisper when the pastor starts. “You’re good at English, I know because I see you reading all the time. Be my partner? I’ll do the presentation.”

“Okay.” He’s not sure how to feel about Pez noticing him reading, but he’ll do anything for a partner who will let him get out of presenting for the class. Pez grins at him, and when they are assigned a partnered project in English, the two of them partner up. It’s the beginning of something that Henry’s not sure either of them could have seen coming.

Their first night working together, they’re in Henry’s room, and Pez decides halfway through that it’s too boring, and he’s going to change it. He drags Henry into his own room, and Henry’s not sure he’s ever seen so many bright colors. The furniture in Buckingham and Kensington and Holyrood and every other palace he’s grown up in is the same series of jewel tones or gaudy golds, but Pez’s room is an explosion of every color of the rainbow, each of them turned up to eleven. He looks around with a grin, then says, “pick something.”

“What?”

“For your room. It’s too boring; you have to pick something to make it not boring before we can keep working.” So Henry does; he picks a lava lamp (one of at least three scattered around the room), and Pez helps him find the perfect spot for it before they go back to their project.

He’d never tell anyone, but Henry leaves it on all night, just watching the lava blob up and down and wondering if maybe, he’s made his first friend.

Their project goes well, and that could be the end of it. Henry is half expecting that to be the end of it, but Pez sits next to him for lunch, and they talk about Star Wars and football and what they like to do when they’re not at school. Pez is the first person outside his family to ever laugh at Henry, and Henry doesn’t mind. That Christmas, he asks for a big Star Wars Lego set, and he and Pez build it together during Lent Half. It’s the first thing Henry’s brought for his room. He also brings back socks to help grow Pez’s impressive collection of bright socks and further his fight against Eton’s uniforms, and Pez is absolutely delighted.

From there, he and Pez become inseparable. They do every project together, they pass notes in chapel, and they’re almost always together at meals. After classes are done for the day, they can be found in one of their rooms, and slowly, Henry’s starts to get more personality. Philip comes to visit one day and clearly has some thoughts about it he won’t voice, but Bea loves it, and it makes Henry feel happy. Pez says that’s all it really needs to do, and Henry has to agree with him.

Still, it’s not all perfect. Even with a friend like Pez, one who’s loud and excitable enough to draw as much attention away from Henry as possible, there’s still the simple fact of his royalty. There will always be people who want to push and prod at him, always people wanting pictures or autographs or a chance at a limelight. And sometimes, it gets to be a lot. The first time it gets to be too much while he and Pez are friends, Henry goes where he always does, a little stand of trees where no one finds him. He thinks he’ll be fine there, just by himself, but somehow, he’s not particularly surprised when Pez sits down beside him.

“Want to talk about it?”

“No,” Henry says. He might be crying, and princes probably shouldn’t cry, but he can’t bring himself to care. This is Pez. 

“Okay. Can I help?”

“I think... I think maybe I need a hug.” And Pez doesn’t ask questions, doesn’t try to understand anything. He just hugs Henry tightly. 

He hugs Henry tightly, and when Henry calms down a bit, Pez wiggles his fingers near Henry’s stomach experimentally. Henry pulls back with a squawk, and Pez grins.

“Oh, are you ticklish, your highness?”

“Don’t call me that.”

“But you are ticklish? Come here.” Pez reaches for him, managing to get to him before Henry can get away, and he pins him to the grass and starts to tickle him. Henry’s never met anyone who would tickle a prince, but if anyone would, it’s Pez.

“Oi, stop it! I’ll... I’ll call security,” he manages though his laughter, but they both know it’s an empty threat. Still, Pez sits back on his heels, grinning a bit.

“Better?”

“Better. Thank you.” Henry’s not sure if he can convey his overwhelming gratitude in those two little words, but Pez is the first person he’s met who doesn’t treat him like he’s anyone particularly special, and it’s more refreshing than he’s willing to admit. Pez nods, and Henry gets the feeling Pez knows exactly what he’s thinking.

“Of course, mate. What are friends for? Now, come on, or we’ll be late for prayers.” He helps Henry up off the ground and brushes leaves out of his hair on their way back to their house. And if Henry hadn’t been confident in their friendship before, he knows now that he and Pez are going to be friends for a long, long time. 

On AO3

Hi! This isn’t romantic, but I hope that’s alright? Given the trajectory of Alex’s and Henry’s relationship, I couldn’t think of a point where one of them would ask for a hug when they wouldn’t know exactly where the other is ticklish.

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Also, as a side note, nothing has radialized me like reading Eton’s wikipedia page. I am disgusted, I am revolted, I dedicate my entire life to our lord and savior, and this is the thanks I get? Anyway, the one redeeming grace of this classist school is Eton Pop Waistcoats, and Pez gets into Pop purely so he can wear one.

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[queen-of-my-goofball-army]

Anime Boys I Would Date

Ever since I was first getting into anime I realized something that a lot of people probably have if you are not even an avid fan. Everyone has different tastes of course in men and women but there are some things that I think are just taste. I don’t have very many anime characters that I would date since I don’t really have sexual attraction as I am asexual. I look for mostly personality even though some of these boys are physically attractive. I hope that you keep that in consideration and also that this is my personal opinion. There will be some head scratchers on this list for some people (one in particular towards the start) and if everyone can keep this in check then we’ll get along fine!! 

My fifth choice is most definitely my very first anime crush Death the Kid from Soul Eater. I have the biggest soft spot for this show even though it doesn’t exactly end well for the show. I love his personality, even though he is known for being the biggest sucker for things being symmetrical. As a girl with a mental health issue and a lot of ADD I can completely relate to what he goes through. I love his genuine nature protecting the Thompson sisters and making them his weapons. I love him so much he’s one of the most perfect boys out there in anime, to me personally. You’ll learn very quickly especially when I get to my number one husbando you’ll find out that making me laugh is probably my biggest non-sexual kink. Hands down he’s the second character that made me nearly split my sides laughing. No matter how old I get he’ll always be the first anime crush that I had when I got into middle school. 

My fourth choice is probably the most questionable one for most people that know this show, I have my personal argument, I am a sucker for vampires in general. I blame my best friend for getting me into a show later on in this list as she is the gothic one of the two of us. I love vampires and think that not only are they mysterious but also ridiculously attractive even to somebody who doesn’t experience sexual attraction. This show is loved by many “thirsty fangirls” for the vampire romance anime genre and that is Diabolik Lovers. My favorite is probably the least bad of the group, Azusa Mukami. To me, this boy is just adorable and tragic. Most of the fangirls to them this is the pure sweet baby amongst the nightmare that is most of the boys on this show. I love his personality and how he is the one boy that is an actual sweetheart to Yui. Where most demine or insult her he instead tells her that everything will be alright. I love his natural kind and gentle nature that is normal. The thing that would turn people off is his masochistic nature. He comes from a very tragic background and I have a massive soft spot for him. He is adorable and I would wrap him up in my arms around him and tell him that love does not equal pain. He’s a sweetheart and I love his personality even though I’m just getting into the show myself after I did a lot of research on these characters before picking a different best boy. 

My third anime boyfriend and the second vampire that you will see on my list. This anime basically was one of the most confusing but at the same time I loved it at the same time and I had to call my best friend so many times for her to explain everything. My boyfriend from this show is hands down Takumi Ichiju. I love him SO GODDAMN MUCH!! No matter what this is one of the few characters that I love more than anything. He’s the most cinnamon of cinnamon rolls and I love him so much. He’s my bubbly and sweet vampire baby basically and he warmed my heart. I love him so much sorry I just can’t sometimes this is one of my many info dumping problems. My best friend jokes that he is the vampire version of my favorite anime husbando and that I completely have a type of blonde haired, darker colored eyes and an upbeat personality. For a vampire he is not what you would expect instead of being angsty he is usually my happy and upbeat baby. I always wanted to see and know more about him instead of him being just a side character. I love his relationship with my best friend’s boyfriend from the anime Shiki Senri. I love these characters even if the show itself is not really the best. 

My second anime boyfriend that I wish was real is one that I’m finally going to see animated after years of reading the wikipedia pages for this show and finally seeing him in the manga. Most would probably scratch their heads in confusion but I have a genuine reason as to why I picked him. It is Kakeru Manabe from Fruits Basket. This show has cute boys out the wazoo but I have this thing for jokesters as you will quickly notice. To me Kakeru is the type to bury his pain through humor so that others don’t worry about him. He’s the type that puts on a facade to make others laugh even if it means that he’s suffering in silence. He’s the type of person to put his s\o above everybody else and to me he would be my second dream boyfriend other than the one that we’ll get to at the bottom of this list. Kakeru is an absolute sweetheart always willing to be there for Yuki as his best friend. He loves to make others laugh and even though some might find him annoying, I’ve always found him to be one of the sweetest things on the planet. I love his personality, the fact that in the anime he’s going to a left ear piercing, the idea that he’s going to be voiced by Aaron Dismuke who is thankfully doing a lot more work now and his relationship with Machi, his half sister. I would love to date somebody just like him in the future and to me he’s number three in terms of my best anime boyfriends. 

Oh good lord, alright my number one character\husbando is the one that makes me the most flustered in the entire world. My best friend loves to torture me and she’ll watch this show with me and just laugh at my pain because she’s just that kind of asshole who gets pleasure out of seeing me flustered as hell with a pillow covering my face. This is of course, a host from the anime Ouran High School Host Club. Judging by what you know about my personality thus far and my love of jokesters I think you can guess that most would probably say that it’s one of the twins but it’s actually not. My number one anime husbando is Tamaki Suoh resident princely French boy with a spazy and overprotective nature. I absolutely adore this character with all of my being basically. If I were to ever name one character that ruined me for all boys and men in the modern world it would have to be Tamaki. When I mentioned that Kid was the second character that had me splitting my sides laughing consistently my first was Tamaki by far. Everything that Vic brought to this character, whether his allegations or not, I stand firm by my decision. He’s a goofball with a heart of gold, loves the people around him more than anything, the most naive and pure of boys yet still able to be intelligent when the time comes for it. My type is a firm gentlemen and you can’t get more gentlemanly than Tamaki Suoh. He would treat his s\o as if they were the sun and moon of this earth. We all know that he does this with Haruhi once they get married. I’ve spent so long trying to look for my Tamaki in the world and nearly given up countless times. Getting my hopes and then shot down last summer when I thought I had finally hit the jackpot only to find that of course he already had a girlfriend really hurt me for a long time. I gave up on trying to look for a man that would be my Tamaki, shut myself off from the person that hurt me. I thought that I wasn’t good enough to deserve a Tamaki and then the thought hit me, who cares? The only person who thinks that I’m not good enough is me. I needed to get myself out of that mindset. I started to give myself mental pep talks every time I started to feel bad about myself. Usually they sounded like the characters that I love. The most common counteraction to my self deprecation was hearing Tamaki into the back of my mind. He would tell me how worthy I was of love and that I was a princess even though I had been hurt in the past. It might sound dumb to others but to me he is number one anime husbando in my opinion. Even with Vic’s outing as a sex offender I’m still able to look at this character. He was just the voice not the character as a whole. With that being said, Tamaki Suoh is my number one anime dream boyfriend.   

[irntony-blog]

Little Black Box

@writer-grace I hope I didn’t disappoint!

Hello! this is my first time writing with tony and I hope you’ll enjoy! Please reblog if you did and feedback is ALWAYS grately appreciated.

summary: When Y/n’s mother passed away she left something special for her daughter, and little did she know that it was going to turn her entire world upside down.

Y/n was brilliant. Some would even call her a genius. At the age of seventeen she had accomplished more than most people do in a lifetime. From hacking into NASA’s database at twelve years old with the simple reasoning that she wanted to cover her walls in rocket drawings, or getting accepted into the most prestigious school in the country only to graduate two years early.

Other than being clever, Y/n had other qualities that made her stick out from the crowd. She was calm, collected, and didn’t utter a word without considering the consequences of her actions. She was thoughtful, ingenious and innovative. Her long list of accomplishments had put her name on the map and made her a brilliant resource for many companies, even the army. The many zeros that were added to the paychecks she was offered, would have made a normal person get on their knees and beg for a chance. But she was different, she didn’t care about the money anymore. She wanted a family, wanted to feel loved, and she had made that her next mission.

She was sixteen when her mom passed away. After years of illnesses and treatments that made her turn to dust before her eyes, she had passed away.

Her mother was a runaway, who left her parents house in the 80’s with the man that was going to be her father. Not long after, he had left her. Unaware of the cell that was turning into a human inside of her.

Her mother had raised her on her own, working late shifts to put food on the table for the both of them, and Y/n was only eleven when she got her first job. She loved, and cared about her mother and hated to see her struggling.

She would watch from her room as she cried during the night she thought she was asleep. How she would talk to herself, trying to find a way to make the ends meet. When Y/n’s success started paying the bills instead, there was no talking about quitting. She hated being in the spotlight, on magazine covers or on talk shows, but she did it anyways. She could see the pure happiness that radiated from her mother when she would pick up a newspaper and point to the picture of her daughter. Y/n felt it was her duty, trying to pay back the sacrifices she made for her. And when she passed away, it was like Y/n lost the passion to keep doing what she did.

She didn’t leave much behind when she left, the apartment in the neighborhood with the nosy neighbors, a few gold bracelets with unique patterns on the back and a little black box. It was about the size of her hand and on top someone had glued a fee diamonds to it. Covered in a black velvet, it was soft to the touch. She had avoided opening it, thinking that it was going to be so final. The final realization that he mother was in fact, gone. But now she grabbed the small box and sat down.

She pulled her feet up into the rocking chair where she was sitting, the one her mother used to sit in all day when she was sick. Carefully, she opened the lid her eyes wandered over the insides. There was a note, messily folded together and slightly yellow, signaling that it had been laying there for a while. And a small keychain of a glass heart.

Y/n couldn’t help but furrow her brows, confused to the meaning behind the items. She lifted out the paper and unfolded it. It was a letter, to her. It was dated back to 2014, when her mom first got diagnosed.

“Dear Y/n.

I’m sitting here and watching you work. You are only thirteen years old, yet you have been able to solve equations that even the most educated mathematicians consider a mystery. You look so happy, and so concentrated, and that is all I ever want for you.

Your happiness is all that matters and that is why i’m writing you this letter. To read when i’m gone.

I want to thank you for making my life so meaningful with your existence, and I could never ask for a more perfect daughter. You showed a new side of the world, one where there was no worries about putting food on the table or paying the bills. I am sorry I couldn’t provide you with a better childhood, that you couldn’t be a child for as long as you wanted. Instead you had to grow up so quickly.

Now when you are reading this , i’m gone. I know there is a lot of things going through your mind right now but know that no feelings are less worthy or silly. I hope you’re staying strong, eating enough and getting enough sleep. But now I need you to do something for me.

I need you to find your father”

Her body froze as her eyes went over the sentence over and over again. She didn’t know much about her father, only thing her mother would tell her when she was younger. About how he was a rich businessman who was extremely intelligent, much like herself. She told her about the times they went stargazing and when they went skinny dipping and almost got caught.

She had always wondered what her father would be like. When she was younger she would draw pictures of him, trying to make her own image of him.

Y/n never felt angry against him, or the fact that he left. Many wondered how and why, but it just wasn’t her. She found it useless to carry around anger, an unnecessary weight only making her sink deeper into the ground.

But now her mother, the one who kept her from seeing her father for all these years, wanted her to find him.

She returned her eyes to the paper and read the last part.

“His name is Tony Stark, and he doesn’t know about you. He doesn’t know that I got pregnant so please go easy on him. The two if you are so much alike, that I think you will find great happiness in getting to know him. And that is all I want for you. So please honey, find your father. Get to know him. You need someone and I can’t stand the thought of you being alone.

I love you and I will never stop.

Momma”

A tear was making its way down her cheeks at the words. She felt a slight resistance about finding the man but it was over trumped by her mothers need. So she folded the small note and put it back into the box, and instead grabbed her laptop.

She did what everyone does when they want information about something - she googled. Y/n had only written “to” before his name came up in the suggestions. She raised an eyebrow at it, realizing that her father seemed to be a big deal. Her dark hair fell into her eyes as she scrolled down his Wikipedia page, and she quickly tugged it behind her ear.

Tony Stark was certainly a man with many different sides to him. He had a lot of opinions, and wasn’t afraid to shut down reporters and paparazzis. Tony had a company, Stark Industries, that had started of as a weapon manufacturer that his father started, but after an incident in 2008 the company that seemed to no longer be the case.

He was a part of something called the “Avengers” , and after further investigation she found out that it was a group of extraordinary people, superheroes. She rolled her eyes at the word. There was no such thing as superheroes, people who defy gravity and and the laws of physics. It just wasn’t possible for a human being to stop a car going at 40 miles an hour or turn into a green giant.

Y/n slammed her computer shut and rested her face in her arms, she let out a tired sigh and  felt her body aching. Her stomach was screaming for food and she made her way to the kitchen as if she was running on autopilot. Settling on cereal and a sandwich she sat down on the cold kitchen chairs. It sent a shiver down her spine and she pulled the sweatshirt further down her underarms.

It was a lot to take in. Two hours ago she was an orphan, with both parents gone, and now all of a sudden she had a father. Not any father, a billionaire genius who was also a superhero in his free time. It was like something taken out from a book, or a really bad movie.

But she knew that she had to do it, she had to meet him. It was her mother’s dying wish that she would meet her father. And that’s why she booked a flight ticket to New York already to the next day.

-

The airport was crowded, everywhere there were people either hurrying to their gate, saying goodbye to their lovedones or men in fancy suits talking loudly on the phone. She had a firm grip on the suitcase she was dragging after her, containing all of her most important belongings. Her backpack was filled to the rim with her computer and books to keep her entertained during the five hours she was going to be locked up into a metal box ten thousand feet up in the air.

She went through security, and after having to unpack her entire backpack and receiving some looks from the guards who thought she was taking to long, she was finally boarding the plane that was going to take her to something she never in a million years would have imagined. Her father.

As she got herself comfortable in her first class seat, the suits were boarding. They looked at her with distaste present in their faces, before sitting down in business class. She was used to it, people forming opinions about her without having anything to support it, and had eventually learned to just accept it and move on.

She got her computer out and started writing a little on her paper, but it didn’t take long until her eyelids were too heavy for her to support, and eventually she fell into a deep sleep.

Y/n was woken up by the other passengers grabbing their luggage and she realized that she had been sleeping the entire flight there. She shot out of her seat and did the same, thanking the flight attendants as she got of.

She managed to catch a taxi in the crowded street and she already felt like she didn’t belong here. The big city with the crowded streets and polluted air was nothing for her.

The cab driver stared at her for a second before starting the car and beginning the ride to her destination. The only thing passing her by as she stared out of the window were buildings and there were stores, offices and different companies filing them out. It was magnificent, really, to see. Large buildings standing tall up in the air, and she couldn’t help but admire the complicated structure and advanced architecture of them.

Y/n soon reached her hotel where she quickly took a shower, trying to get rid of the airplane smell that seemed to stick to her entire body.

And only an hour later she stood in front of the Avengers building.

Y/n glanced up and let her eyes wander over the huge creation. It was modernly designed and had a large “A” on the front.

She had managed to sneak in the robust gates that closed the building of from the rest of the world, and until now, it had been smooth sailing.

She took a deep breath and opened the heavy glass doors where she was met by a tall, muscular body guard. He had a plug in his ear and held his hands steadily in front of his body. As he saw her get in he was quick to block her way, holding out a hand to say stop.

“Do you have a meeting booked?” His voice was deep and slightly intimidating. Y/n shook her head lightly.

“No but I really need to speak to Mr. Stark”

The bodyguard rolled his eyes before pointing to the exit.

“No appointments, no entry”

“No you see I rea-“

“Goodbye miss”

She sighed and was just about to speak again as a strong hand wrapped around her upper arm. The bodyguard was dragging her out of the building. She protested and was just about to give up as she saw him.

He was walking with a few people, some she recognized as members of the ‘Avengers’.

“Mr Stark!”

The call shut him and the other people up and he looked confused to where the noise was coming from. The guard tightened his grip on her arm and she winced in pain as he started pushing her out.

“I really need to talk to you!”

Tony Stark excused himself from the group and made his way to her. A nod at the guard made him let go of her arm and she rubbed it gently while shooting an angry look his way.

“What” Tony said, voice monotone. The dark sunglasses he was wearing covered his eyes up and she looked where she thought his eyes were.

“I need to talk to you. It’s important”

Tony sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Look kiddo. If I had a dollar everytime someone said they needed to tell me something ‘important’, I would already have bought the sun”

Y/n grunted in frustration at the cocky man so full of himself.

“Well, this is really important and you might not want to talk about it here” she said and held her hands out, meaning the tens of people roaming around in front if them. Tony looked at her for a second, not being used to people not respecting him and not obeying every word he said.  But there was something about this young girl that made him nod slightly and show her to his office. It was on the highest floor, with a beautiful view. The room was big, and painted in a simple white color, giving it a classy look while still being so easily decorated.

Y/n’s eyes wandered over the room before sitting down on the chair in front of his desk.

Tony leaned forward on his elbows, staring at her intensely before grabbing his phone and pulling up a small hologram.

“FRIDAY, who is this young lady?”

Y/n was sitting speechless in her chair, completely in awe of his advanced technology. Suddenly there was a woman's voice speaking from a place she couldn’t put her finger on.

“Y/n Carter, born on January 20th 2001. Y/n is from Arizona where she has lived her entire life. No record about a father but her mother recently passed away”

Tony sent her a pitiful look at the last part before closing his phone and putting in back down on the table in front of him. Y/n ignored his look and kept the serious look on her face. Tony leaned back into his chair, removing his sunglasses and placing them in the front pocket of his black blazer.

“So, Miss Carter, what was the important thing that you just had to talk to me about?”

Y/n cleared her throat and straightened out the fabric of her black shirt showing of the little white logo of the school she attended.

“I’m your daughter”

Tony exhaled deeply before nodding slightly. Not believing her.

“You’re the third one this week. I’ve had my fun with different women through the years, but not that many”

Y/n rolled her eyes as she searched through her bag, only to find the little keyring. She placed it on the desk and Tony’s eyes widened as he gently grabbed it and examined it carefully.

“You gave that to my mother the summer ‘99. You had a picnic next to a waterfall and you ended up getting married in Las Vegas”

Tony’s eyes flickered to the girl and back to the keychain, vague memories of the day coming back to him. The girl still had the cold stone face she had had since she first sat down in the chair across him, giving nothing away about her feelings to the situation.

“My mother’s dying wish was for me to find you. She told me every day how much I reminded her of you and she wanted me to get to know you”

The man traced the lines on the aged accessory before looking up to meet her eyes. He saw her swallow thickly, and he felt his heartbeat raise. Everything she said was true, and he couldn’t help but give the idea of them being related by blood, a quick thought.

Quickly, he grabbed her finger and placed it on a cold metal surface. She let out a surprised gasp but held her hand still.

“FRIDAY, run a DNA test, search for parental match”

“I found two matches. One Mary Carter and the other one is you Mr Stark”

Y/n stared with slight panic in her eyes at her father, meeting his eyes that reflected the same, but ten times worse. He was sitting as frozen in his chair as the panic was growing on his face, he was clearly overwhelmed.

“I- I” he started, but soon closed his mouth again.

Placing his hands over his forehead and resting his elbows on the glass surface, he exhaled deeply.

“Fuck… why- why didn’t she tell me?”

he said after a while, looking up at Y/n with red eyes.

“Honestly?” her voice was stable, taking both herself and her father with great shock.

“I have no idea. And I am so, so, so, mad at her for it. She robbed me of getting to know the other part of my dna and she robbed you of the same. But there is no point in being angry at her anymore. Because she is, you know, dead.”

Tony was surprised over the teenagers calm ways, and somehow that calmed him down too.

They sat in silence for a good half an hour before there was a knock on the door.

“What?” Ton said, voice laced in annoyance.

A blonde, muscular man with broad shoulders opened the door. With him he had a whiteboard on wheels as he rolled into the room. She recognized him as Steve, Steven, something.

Steve, or Steven, eyed her up and down with a frown on his face.

“Bruce had some equations he couldn’t solve so he thought you could give it a shot” he rambled before his eyes returned to Y/n.

“Who is this?”

Tony sent Steve a death stare, and if looks could kill, he would be six feet under.

“Apparently she’s my seventeen year old daughter I didn’t know I had”

Steve’s jaw landed on the floor under him as he was taken back by his sentence.

“Wow”

Y/n nodded slightly.

“Yes, wow”

Her eyes wandered to the whiteboard where said equation was written in a messy handwriting. Without thinking, she got out of her chair and walked closer to it. Feeling the burning stare of the two men, she picked up the marker and quickly solved it. As she turned around, Tony’s jaw had joined Steve’s on the ground, and she saw something sparkle in his dark eyes.

“What did you just do?” He spoke.

Y/n shrugged her shoulders and started writing out the advanced equation, something that a normal seventeen year old should not be able to solve within the blink of an eye.

“Okay, so you see here?” She pointed with the marker.

“This is where it went wrong. He ignored the subtotal of the last parentheses and multiplied it with the wrong one” she scribbled on the board, where the areas of white were slowly covered up with the black marker.

“And that- that is to the power of this one-“

Steve watched the girl work and his eyes went to Tony, who sat as under a spell watching his daughter solve equations not even the Bruce Banner could.

“And that is why the total is wrong with approximately two million three hundred sixty five thousand seven hundred twenty four”

She plopped the lid back onto the marker and admired her work as she sat down in the white chair again.

“So anyways-“

“Where did you learn that?” Tony interrupted.

Y/n shrugged her shoulders.

“I just have it in me. I have been solving equations since I was four. And that was fifth grade mathematics”

“Holy shit, Stark. She’s just like you” Steve muttered.

“Language” Tony mocked, gaining a annoyed grunt from the hundred year old who closed the door behind him with a loud bang.

“Tell me more”

Y/n sucked lightly on her bottom lip as she stared explaining to him how she had proved a professor wrong and gotten thrown out of class, or the way she graduated one of America's toughest schools two years early to the way she made the money in the household and felt like she owe it to her mom. Tony felt the bad conscience sting and he gave her a soft smile.

“You know, I wouldn’t have let you live like that if I, well, knew you existed”

Y/n sent him a little smile back, the first time she had shown any emotion at all since she first arrived.

“I know”

The longer Tony let his eyes rest on the young woman, the more similarities the found between them. Her sharp mind fascinated him, and he would be lying if he said he had not been thinking about what it would be like to have a child. Suddenly he stood up, buttoning up the last button on his blazer.

“There is someone I would like you to meet” he said, looking down at her as he placed the sunglasses over his eyes again.

“If you don’t mind, that is”

[all-these-consequences]

Ew’s connections??

So, I’ve sent asks about this on @into-control’s blog and decided to make a post. Big ass disclaimer: I don’t have more knowledge about media,PR,industry etc. than any other average cs. This is no solid evidence whatsoever,it’s just pure speculations from my side about how Ew could have possibly reached Camila’s team or how he was chosen for her beard or or or.. That will always remain a huge question for me. Even if there was a contest for the worst beard ever, they would not have chosen someone as bad as him.

Keep in mind:

1)I have no idea how far and deep these connections are/were. If I wrote a book, I wouldn’t thank random people who I’ve met just once in my life sooo.. I also don’t know if he maintained any contact with the people mentioned in his book. From the impression I have, I’d say he is a freeloader,mooch,parasite and would do anything for profit and free ads for his scammer business, So I think he did maintain the contact to those people.

2) His book was published in 2013. After the release his joke of a career unfortunately got bigger and maybe his connections too. His ego did for sure.

3) English is like my..third? language so I apologize in advance for any mistakes, incorrectly used words and shit. *dis post is powered by my coffee machine btw

 So I was searching for Ew’s PR team but I found this instead

which lead me to this part of his scammer book.

Apparently, Mr. Pissey knows a lot of people.

“Everyone who has made my TV career possible: Sean Perry and Ivo Fischer at WME”

WME WME is talent agency and represents artists across all media platforms, specifically movies, television, music, theatre, digital and publishing.

“ WME Partner Sean Perry Elected HRTS President “ “ Perry, who is co-head of WME’s non-scripted television department “ looks to me like he is a big deal,hm?

Ivo Fischer is a talent agent at WME.

Then I remembered that Camila’s agents Todd Jacobs and Kirk Sommer also work for WME. However, it turned out there were a lot of artists who are signed to WME.

And then Uncle Simon popped out with this: Simon Cowell Signs With WME Agency “Top reality star and producer Simon Cowell and his music, TV and film company Syco Entertainment have signed with WME. The agency will work on continuing to expand Syco’s film, scripted and unscripted television departments as well as its music brands.”

The scripted and unscripted TV departments are where Ew’s people work.

“Syco extended into feature films with the 2013 One Direction 3D documentary This Is Us. Earlier this year, Syco teamed up with Kenny Ortega on a music-driven film set up at Sony Pictures. “

This kinda rang a bell to me -  and here comes Cinderella

“Cabello will not only star in the project, set up at Sony's Columbia label.... Corden is also producing the feature project with Leo Pearlman, his partner at Fulwell 73.... Cabello is repped by WME and manager Roger Gold...”

Fulwell 73 is a television, film and music production company based in London. One of the founders was Leo Pearlman, who according to wikipedia etc worked on the production of  One Direction: This Is Us (Sony/Columbia), which was produced by Simon Cowell himself.

I know, Simon isn't involved with Cinderella,James Corden is the one who is gonna produce it, but I wouldn’t be surprised if uncle Simon has something to do with it SOMEHOW,idk. ( I love conspiracy theories )

okay,moving on.. ew mentioned Sloane Delancer twice in his book so I thought I’m gonna continue with her. She worked with a bunch of other people Ew mentioned too on Ready for love,a TV shitshow where he  made appearances, being a shitmaker matchmaker. Sloane also was the producer of America’s got talent in 2015. If you don’t know the Got talent franchise is created and owned by uncle Simon and Syco. Cowell's AGT is broadcasted on NBC.

Ready for love - team

Aired on NBC, produced by Eva Longoria. The other exec producers were David Garfinkle and Jay Renfroe, who are producers for a lot of shows. they also founded Renegade 83. Jay was also nominated for Emmy twice.

Jason Ehrlich was also a exec. producer for Ready for BS but is also known for being the co-executive producer for The Bachelor and its spinoffs. doesn’t surprise me. As of 2012th he works in NBC. “He also worked under an overall deal for Warner Horizon as an executive producer on "High School Reunion," "Hitched or Ditched," "The Lamas Life" and as an executive consultant for "There Goes the Neighborhood."Before his work with Next Entertainment and Warner Horizon, Ehrlich was an executive producer of a film for the National Academy of Recording Arts and Sciences. This film featured documentary work for the Grammys which included Beyonce, Tina Turner and the Foo Fighters.” - I found this here so I don’t know how credible it is.

Susan House - same shit, the Bachelor, Ready for throwing my TV, but also Hell’s kitchen which is somewhat cool.

Greg Goldman is also the chairman of studio Lambert,own by All3Media

Ready to die was hosted by Giuliana and Bill Rancic.

Giuliana is working at E!News. Yep,that’s the exact same shit place where the exclusive beach photoshoot came first from. She works there since 2002 and is quite a big deal there.

 Bill is..just check his wikipedia page. here you can see few of them together

Creative Visions

Jon Turteltaub is an American film director and producer. Kathy Eldon, Amy Eldon and Simon Eldon-Edington are also producers and writers.

Creative Visions

Jon Turteltaub is an American film director and producer. Kathy Eldon, Amy Eldon and Simon Eldon-Edington are also producers and writers.

Louise Roe is an English television presenter, model, and fashion journalist. I guess they are still friends, Ew was guest on her youtube channel or she was on his,idk.

Virginia Hill

 Camilo Valdes

Altogether I’d say that guy had a lot of connections back then even tho he was basically nobody (at least it looks like that to me). He knows a lot of people who work either for NBC or ABC. He knows people who know people. I don’t have exactly a theory but in my opinion he used his contacts and tried to reach someone with more power and influence in order to try and boost his career and his company. Everyone knows that famous people use fake relationships for publicity and he probably thought he is a celebrity too and took the things in his hand and offered himself as beard.I don’t know.

Like I said this does not prove anything

feel free to share your opinion or debunk this pathetic theory of mine, in the meantime I’m gonna wait to be recruited by the FBI, I’m just kidding. Maybe not.

[adigeon]

february fic roundup & fic recs

(originally posted on dreamwidth)

I wrote 13,830 words in February, according to my tracker, which isn't awful. On average I wrote 493.9 words a day. The most words I wrote in one day was 3,013, and I had 12 days where I wrote nothing :(

Details on what I posted in February behind the cut, as well as some links to fic I read and loved in February:

What I posted:

Days When the Rain Would Come: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Tony Stark/Stephen Strange, 1,732 words, rated T. Summary: Tony deals with someone unexpected coming to Peter's rescue, someone he really would rather not be playing nice with.

Peldor Joi, Doctor Bashir: Star Trek: Deep Space Nine, Julian Bashir/Elim Garak, 5,279 words, rated T. Summary: The Bajoran Council of Vedeks insists that Deep Space Nine's temple host the Orb of Time during the Peldor Festival celebrating the tenth year since Cardassia ceded control of the station. What could go wrong?

better than a homing beacon: Star Wars Original Trilogy & Star Wars: Rogue One, Cassian Andor/Luke Skywalker, 4,055 words, rated T. Summary: Cassian repeats what he’d told Loneozner: he needs transport to the Thand Sector, and quickly. No Hutts, no Imperials, and he can work for passage. And, of course, the droid: “There’s something wrong with my R4 unit,” he says. The R4 spins its dome in acknowledgement. “Any time it accesses its nav systems, it crashes.” “Luke’s really the person to ask about droid stuff,” Camie says.

Diffused Light: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Karl Mordo/Stephen Strange, 1,440 words, rated T. Summary: While trapped in the Soul Stone, Stephen Strange receives a visitor.

The Latest Work: Star Trek: Deep Space Nine, Julian Bashir/Elim Garak, 1,220 words, rated T. Summary: Garak is put in the unfortunate position of having to correct a misconception Bashir seems to have about Cardassian culture.

Found Wanting: Star Trek: Deep Space Nine, Ezri Dax/Kira Nerys, 945 words, rated T. Summary: There's one of Jadzia's memories in particular that Ezri thinks a lot about.

What I read: 

Now for some recs! I did a lot of reading in February, so this is a bit lengthy. February was also the month of "huh, didn't realize I shipped that," including me dipping back into Harry Potter fic for the first time in years.

The Second, Silver: MCU, Tony Stark/Stephen Strange, 9,122 words, rated M.

Summary: It was a beautiful watch. A mechanical wonder in rose gold, with a blue dial that showed the heavens, the moon and the stars. But it didn’t mean anything. It was simply another beautiful object that Tony owned. Though he admired the construction and design, the watch wasn’t even particularly to his taste, too cold and remote, its hands too delicate. He wondered why he’d gotten it in the first place.

Rec notes: Can't recommend this one strongly enough - mundane/no powers AUs for MCU aren't usually my thing, but the Tony voice in this is dead on, and Tony's POV of watching Stephen change is excellently done. There's a great thread running through the whole thing about Tony's reputation in the public eye and the extent to which he's closeted that I found incredibly compelling. (I actually read this in January according to my bookmarks, but I couldn't bear not sneaking it in here!)

we're in the process of rebuilding (and we're starting from scratch): Star Wars: Rogue One, Cassian Andor/Bodhi Rook, Bodhi Rook/K-2SO, Cassian Andor/K-2SO, Cassian Andor/Bodhi Rook/K-2SO, 4,524 words, rated T.

Summary: “I think my best friends have replaced me,” Cassian said over his breakfast. / Jyn was the only one left at their table, and she raised an eyebrow in reply. He knew what that meant. She was just interested enough to continue listening but not so curious that she’d ask him to go on. He did anyway. / “Bodhi and Kay have been sneaking off to spend time together when I’m not around.” / “Pretty sure that’s just called ‘hanging out,’” said Jyn.

Rec notes: Post-R1 everyone lives, has Bodhi befriending K2, Cassian being jealous of both of them, and it's just really lovely. Nicely understated, almost, given how complicated the relationship dynamics are in this.

Flighty: MCU, Scott Lang/Sam Wilson, 5,472 words, rated T.

Summary: In which Scott Lang spills his guts to Sam Wilson at who cares o' clock in the morning, and it all goes uphill from there. Feat. Wakandan infomercials, brooding worthy of any A-list superhero, an uncomfortably sincere compliment, and a requited crush.

Rec notes: This is so great. Scott POV, Scott learning Xhosa from Wakandan infomercials, just a fantastic portrayal of Scott in the aftermath of CA:CW. Also just pure chemistry between Scott and Sam and great banter. I did not realize I shipped this but I think I ship this.

volatile: Star Wars: Rogue One, Cassian Andor/K-2SO, 1,856 words, rated T.

Summary: Found Index : startled laugh, with the light in his eyes; squinting up at, his mouth shaping kay kay kay like a benediction as if machines could be blessed, but maybe they can, because there is cassian andor, smiling and squinting, and—

Rec notes: Bang-on K2 POV, and the pseudocode interspersed throughout works wonderfully.

deep in my soul: MCU, Karl Mordo/Stephen Strange, 1,695 words, rated E.

Summary: Within the Soul Stone our heroes dream the sweetest of dreams, all unaware they are in trapped in an imagined paradise. All except Stephen Strange, who wants to savor what the Stone has gifted him.

Rec notes: It's porn and it's also very sad and very very good!

To Watch the Faraway Stars: MCU, Heimdall/Loki, 2,930 words, rated T.

Summary: There aren't many things Heimdall cannot see. Loki is sometimes one of them.

Rec notes: Wonderful Heimdall POV, especially the bits where Heimdall is looking over the universe and seeing things that no one else could. There's such a great melancholy optimism to the fic, too, which befits its setting post-Ragnarok.

Sick Day: Broadchurch, Alec Hardy/Ellie Miller, 1,560 words, rated G.

Summary: When Hardy calls in sick, a suspicious Ellie decides to pay him a visit.

Rec notes: Dead-on Hardy & Miller chemistry, and I love how restrained Hardy is in this. Hardy/Miller can be a little...florid, sometimes, with Hardy coming out of his shell too readily for my tastes, but here he's perfectly in character while being a little more emotionally vulnerable with Miller than we get to see him in canon.

when the wolfsbane blooms: Harry Potter, Remus Lupin/Severus Snape, 7,576 words, rated T.

Summary:  Even a man who is pure in heart/And says his prayers by night/May become a wolf when the wolfsbane blooms/And the autumn moon is bright. Or: Severus Snape makes a new friend, invents a new potion, and accidentally changes everything.

Rec notes: Canon divergent Marauder-era Lupin/Snape; diverges after the Whomping Willow incident. Snape starts researching werewolves and decides to cure lycanthropy. Cue Snape spending lots of time with Remus, testing potions on him. Snape is still convincingly Snape, and all the potions-theory stuff included is aces.

upon this tidal wave of young blood: Harry Potter, Harry Potter/George Weasley, 10,124 words, rated T.

Summary: George stands before him in the doorway, like a gangly, terrible ghost. His face is heinously pale, which makes the dark bags under his eyes pop in a way that is altogether unflattering, and he wears only a large, striped sweater and a pair of boxers with bats on them. His hair is much longer than it had been last time Harry had seen him, and it’s pulled back into a loose knot. “Harry,” he says, and it comes out breathlessly. / “George.” Harry stands there, wholly encapsulated by familiar heartache just at the sight of his friend. His eyes flick past him to investigate the flat. Clothes and dirty dishes are strewn all over the living room and, if he’s not mistaken, there are at least three pairs of underwear hanging from the ceiling fan. He glances back at George, who is now leaning against the doorway staring at him, expressionless. Harry clears his throat. “I, um… came for a visit. Sorry.”

Rec notes: Harry/George is a post-canon HP ship I had never thought about before, but now that I've thought about it I reckon I might never stop thinking about it.

George Smiley's Wikipedia Page: John Le Carre's works, gen, 1,139 words, rated G.

Summary: What it says on the tin. An imagining of how George's wiki page might look in universe circa a few years after Legacy.

Rec notes: An in-canon wikipedia page for George Smiley. Excellently put together; I especially got a kick out of the "In popular culture" section.

@heyitsspiderman: Into the Spider-Verse, gen, 27,392 words, rated T.

Summary: @heyitsspiderman: people act like they know this city but when i’m in the air i find more boroughs all the time. so far ive counted ten. dont listen to big brother in your ceiling (google) telling you otherwise (google maps)

Rec notes: Marvelously put together work where the various Spider-people figure out how to text between their dimensions and end up in a group chat together. Also, Miles is on Twitter! The coding on this must have taken so much work. The character voices are dead on (I especially enjoy Noir in this,) and the way the plot comes in while sticking to the text/Tweet/etc. format is extremely clever.