#christy x neil

[darsynia]

To bring you back to us:

Christy and Neil - pick one (i couldn't choose)?

10 ...desperately

12 ...in grief.

26 ...as an apology

Please and thank you!

Sneaky sneaky, I like it! I touched on all three, but the grief is wrapped up before the kiss. I'd been struggling feeling like my icky holidays had nuked my ability to write on my longfic of these two, and this did help me feel better about that!

TERMS OF SURRENDER

Pairing: Christy Huddleston/Neil MacNeil Length: 2,358 Rating: General audiences Summary: (set during 'Green Apples,' in a universe that mixes the book and the series)

Neil thinks about the loss of his wife and child as he listens to the harmonica's gently hopeful tune of healing. He decides it's finally time to let go of the past and fight for the kind of future his feelings for Christy promise.

Terms of Surrender

The sound of a harmonica was one of the things Neil had missed in Scotland. It hadn’t occurred to him to bring one, but even if he’d had the funds, there wasn’t anywhere to play it that didn’t feel awkward and out of place. Truthfully, he had felt awkward and out of place, but his time spent quietly observing and learning at home had been quite useful abroad. Neil had integrated well, so well that he’d come home more Scots than Cove.

That thought made him think of Christy. As an outsider, her approach had been wildly different from his; where he’d stepped back and sought a niche, she’d charged ahead to forge her own. He couldn’t help but admire her spirit. Neil had come home changed, but Christy had changed his home. Without permission and without vitriol she’d gently but firmly established herself in Cutter Gap as someone with a heart twice as big as her stature, cheerfully taking the good with the bad. If he’d known then what he knew now, he’d have held himself back, been more… guarded around her.

As with so many of the important things in his life, Neil had realized this too late.

That realization was made all the more complicated on a day such as this, as they fought back a disease that threatened to take the lives of children he’d helped bring into the world. There was only so far a man could push away thoughts of the lives he couldn’t save, to say nothing of the apologies he’d held back until he was out of time.

That old familiar guilt struck a discordant chord with the mournful harmonica, enough to force a rueful chuckle from his lips. After all, he owed an apology to Christy, and this time he didn’t have the luxury of locking himself away until his reflection looked different enough to forget the needful.

Neil stood slowly, loath to disturb the delicate tableau of hopeful survival going on in the quarantine room. He remembered seeing Christy step out of the building looking distressed, but given his contribution to that expression, he’d focused intently on his notes in hopes that she’d avoid disturbing him.

Margaret would have called him a coward. “Apologize or don’t, Mac, but don’t pretend you’re taking the high road!”

His late wife’s admonition spurred Neil to walk around the schoolhouse, his steps curving him away from some hard truths and toward others. She’d hated the darkness of the mountains and loathed the quiet that seeped into a person’s bones to linger there. In a sense, loving him had dimmed Margaret’s fiercely fragile light until she’d run out of energy to fight off the disease that killed her. There was no making peace with that. 

He shut his eyes and tipped his head into the light breeze to clear his mind. When he opened them again, Neil saw the dim outline of a figure ahead of him, along the treeline where they’d been collecting firewood. It was Christy. The lanterns leading to the outhouse were just bright enough to see that her fists were clenched at her sides, and her head was tipped back, just as he’d just done.

“There’s solitary, and then there’s lonely. You can be lonely without being alone.”

Those words had haunted him since his wife had said them less than a month before her death. They’d sliced like a scalpel those first months, festered like a wound that refused to heal by a year’s time, before finally burrowing down to ache like a mended bone before a storm. Tonight was the first time he’d seen them as anything but hurtful; his wife had been many things (selfish, sensual, miserable, mesmerizing), but she had always been insightful. How had it taken him this long to realize what she’d really meant? That they could have been solitary together. That Margaret hadn’t needed to be lonely, if he’d been able to teach her how to share his solitude.

Neil stood in the silent shadow of the schoolhouse, his thoughts whipping around like a willow in a windstorm. There was a very clear reason why he was thinking of Margaret right now, and the truth of that scared him. It was the last clammy fear before the fever broke, the surge of adrenaline before closing a wound. He was letting her go, making space.

The thought was as presumptuous as it was intimidating.

“The apology, Mac. Don’t be an ass.”

Neil walked toward Christy slowly, shoring up his mental fortifications for the coming conflict.

“Battling it out with your god, are you?”

Christy shot him a look that he couldn’t discern in the half-light. “No need to poke fun, but yes. I don’t need to part the Red Sea, just pray hard enough for God to pass over this building without taking anyone.”

“Now who’s poking fun?” Neil said. He moved to stand beside her, both facing the fathomless expanse of forest. “I’ve always thought that story was particularly unfair; punishing the children for the sins of the fathers.”

“That’s not too different from feuding, don’t you think?” There was a tightness in her voice that was entirely his fault, top to bottom.

“Maybe I should walk away and start over,” he said, shoving at a small branch with his foot. “I’d come over here to apologize.”

Her silence lasted long enough for him to look over. Christy’s body language was armed for war, but her words were more shield than sword.

“You couldn’t have known about my sister. I’m a stranger, and it looked like I put your patients in danger.”

“You’re hardly a stranger, Christy. Despite my temper, I know you’ve only ever done your best to keep them safe, educated, and happy,” he countered. “I was wrong to shout at you.”

“You--” she broke off, arms dropping to her sides. 

“What? Did I just deprive you of a fight? I’m sure we can find something else,” Neil teased lightly. He opened his mouth to elaborate, but Christy jumped in to interrupt.

“Don’t! Let me savor the moment.”

The amusement in her voice cut straight through to the depths of his heart, as though his years of defenses and baggage were insubstantial in the face of her warmth. 

Christy turned to walk back toward the schoolhouse, and it was in the shock of those feelings that Neil caught her as she pitched sideways toward him, hissing in surprised pain. Immediately he set her hand on his shoulder and knelt down, finding her boot tangled in the ends of the branch he’d nudged earlier. That realization had him swearing under his breath.

“Is it bad? My ankle doesn’t feel--” Christy cut herself off, her voice pinched with fear.

“I was reacting to the culprit, not your injury. I’d tried to kick that branch out of the way. You’ll be fine after a few minutes, it’s just a wrong step.”

“So you swept me off my feet?” she whispered, finishing the sentence just as he straightened back up. The action slid her hand from his shoulder down to his chest-- and they stood with her words hovering between them like a heated breath in the deepest winter.

The lamplight lit her stress-mussed hair in soft gold, edging her features as if she were in an illuminated manuscript. Christy’s eyes were wide as she stared at her hand on his chest, perhaps as shocked as he was that she hadn’t pulled back. Just at that moment, a curl slipped free, and before he realized what he was doing, Neil tucked the soft lock behind her ear in an unmistakable caress.

The sound of her sucked-in breath shot adrenaline straight to his heart.

“I should--” she started, eyes still fixed on their point of contact. With the barest stroke of her thumb, she finally lifted her hand. “I should go. Will you promise to get some rest? I’ll take the first watch.”

The blood rushing in his ears spoke of the many things unresolved between them, and Neil reached out to stop her with a clumsy hand. “Wait--”

Christy pressed her eyes shut, her lip caught in her teeth. He longed to see the nuances of her expression-- was she annoyed but hiding it well? Blushing? Fearful?

“Hold still for a spell, let your ankle rest?” he offered. He didn’t move his hand, and she didn’t move away to dislodge it. For once, he didn’t hear the derisive tones of his conscience mocking those choices. Christy was hesitating, so he added, “I haven’t properly apologized.”

This prompted her to open her eyes and look at him. Whatever she saw there made her sway just slightly in his direction.

Maybe it was the stillness of the night, the hope of healing, the exhaustion from fighting so many things with so much of his strength, or perhaps it was the lightness of his finally untethered heart, but whatever the true reason was, Neil succumbed.

“I’m sorry it took me so long to see you for who you truly are, Christy. Your heart is bright enough to light the whole Cove, and I’m grateful to be touched by it.” He released her arm and turned his hand to brush the backs of his fingers against her cheek, then moved to walk away before he ruined both of their reputations.

Christy stopped him, not with words, but with an action that meant so much more: with surprising strength, she caught his hand, pressing his palm to her cheek. Then she did speak, and he was lost.

“You’re the coal that keeps us burning, Neil.”

The distant sound of the harmonica faded in the space between her action and his stuttering heart. Would John Spencer tuck the instrument into his pocket and make his way to the outhouse? Had he been interrupted by one of the children crying out for their help?

Stepping close, Neil set his other hand on her cheek and said, “I owe you more than an apology, Christy, even more so for this.” Dipping his head, he kissed her, meaning for it to be brief, a promise, not an end unto itself. He was foolish, forgetting her determination to never yield when she could persuade instead. Her hand moved up into his hair, burning a surer path than any bullet meant to stop his brain from functioning.

Despite every passing second marking the time between now and disaster if he didn’t pull back, Neil deepened the kiss, his arm banding around her waist to lift her up, ever so slightly. Then, with the reluctance of a victor forced to leave the spoils of war behind, he stepped away. His whole body buzzed with anxiety and pleasure, but he knew he’d overstepped badly.

“Forgive me, I-- I’ve held that back for quite some time,” he admitted. “When you brought me dinner, I must confess--”

“Oh! Please believe me, I had no idea, or I would never have presumed to take advantage like that.” Christy interrupted, her voice thick with regret. “Fairlight suggested the way to persuade you was through good cooked food. I suppose I failed there, as well!”

Neil took her hand and clasped it with both of his. “Your campaign for Dan Scott had me at your feet. When I realized that was all you’d come for, I was ready to send him to the devil, and the Mission too. The truth is, I’ve fallen for you, Christy. Hopelessly so.”

She lifted their joined hands to her lips. “I’d barely let myself think of such things, but when I dream… you’re always there, smiling at me, quarreling with me, teaching me--”

“Reality is hardly ever that idyllic,” he cautioned. Neil dislodged his hand from hers out of propriety, but inwardly his defenses were being dismantled, one uncertainty at a time.

“Only you would consider arguing with me idyllic!”

“Any time spent with you is a dream, I’ll freely admit that.” He grinned, adding, “If ye wish to prove it’s real, we can go on until I win an argument. Shouldn’t take too long.”

“You are insufferable,” Christy grumbled.

“Would it make it worse if I told you how lovely you look when you’re cross with me? It was all I could do not to--

“If you say something about sweeping me off my feet, Neil MacNeil, I’ll--” She stopped short, clearly realizing that he’d prompted exactly the kind of cross reaction he enjoyed.

“Do I need to?” Neil started, but a bobbing lantern light near the schoolhouse caught his attention. Thinking quickly, he moved to pick up some of the cut wood and branches near where they’d been standing, nodding to Christy to do the same. By the time Fairlight made it around the corner, the two of them were almost to the outhouse.

“Doc find you screamin’ at the sky, then?”

“Bargaining, more like,” Neil said. “I think it ended on a truce?” He turned toward her, selfishly needing to see her indignation.

Once again, she bested him.

“Victory,” Christy asserted. “I had a talk with God, and he sent me a sign of healing.”

Neil angled his arms so that a small log fell off, allowing him to hide his expression as he picked it back up. Thankfully, the two women had resumed their walk back to the front of the schoolhouse by the time he stood up. Healing! Her innocent audacity took his breath away, as always. There was a lot of rebuilding to be done, all of it in the harsh light of day, but he was intensely grateful for that temporary bubble of solitude they’d been able to find in each other.

The thought had occurred before the significance dawned on him, and Neil stopped short, stunned.

Healing. It was something he’d fought to achieve for others his entire life yet somehow was gifted without warning or design, in the middle of the night during quarantine, no less! This new beginning was fitting, he supposed, and like all beginnings, there would be a lot of adjusting to be done for both of them. 

They’d be able to do it together.

[ghoulsister1]

❤️The Devil's Favourite❤️

Lucifer x Reader. GN Reader. (Lucifer from The Sandman) Fluff. Reader visits Lucifer. Lucifer loves their darling human. Just some sweetness and kisses. Cuddling. My first time writing for the beautiful Lucifer🥺❤️

You stepped into the large room hesitantly. No matter how many times you visited your lover, you still worried about some of Hell's demons. Some of them knew you were Lucifer's and should they lay a finger on you, it would mean instant death at the hands of the Morningstar or Mazikeen. But still you worried some demons wouldn't care for such rules, there were some who dared to defy Lucifer and of course were dealt with accordingly.

Upon entering you saw the tall figure of your lover, Lucifer standing over the balcony, looking down at the hellfire and chaos below. You stood for a few mins before you cleared your throat to greet.

"Good evening my love" You Greeted them softly. Lucifer turned around upon hearing your voice. They smiled upon seeing you and made their way towards to you.

"Good evening my darling Y/N. How are you? Have you been well?" Asked Lucifer as they came to stand in front of you, smiling softly.

"I have. Tired at most, been a hectic week. But never mind about my week, how have you been?" You Asked sweetly. Lucifer tutted and walked closer to you.

"Come now my dear, you know I love to hear about your day or week. Mine has been relatively the same, except for a few disruptions but nothing me or Mazikeen can't handle. Come into the bedroom, the walk must have been tiring" Lucifer Suggested, taking you by the hand.

You followed without protest and soon you were in the large master bedroom of Lucifer's domain. A large Queen sized bed of red velvet sheets and pillows with dark satin drapes was there, a large round table and a balcony with a view to the hellish fire and brimstone outside.

You sat down on one the dark plush armchairs and sank into it comfortably. Lucifer sat on the one across from you.

"There, now you may unwind for tonight. I'll ask one of the demons to bring us up a few morsels and something to drink" Suggested Lucifer as they gazed at you.

You blushed under their gaze and they smiled upon seeing the pink tinge in your cheeks.

"You are too kind, my love really" You Blushed.

"I like having you around my dear. I'm always happy to see you and I look forward to our little meetings and dates. I hope you feel the same way, my dear or does my company tire you?" Teased Lucifer.

"Oh no never! I love our dates!" You Cried, flustered but Lucifer just laughed softly.

"Oh hush now my sweet, you know I love to tease you. I know you feel the same, rest assured" Assured Lucifer. You smiled at them and they returned the smile.

A demon eventually arrived with food and drink. You and Lucifer wined and dined, indulging in conversation and sharing a few laughs.

It was eventually time to leave but tonight, you didn't want to go back to the mortal realm, alone.

"Lucifer?" You Asked softly.

"Yes my beloved?" Answered Lucifer.

"If it's not a inconvenience to you, may I stay the night with you here? It's just, I don't feel like going back to my realm alone tonight" You Explained, blushing and looking away shyly.

"Why dear, of course you may stay. Stay as long as you like my love! You are always welcome in my domain my love" Replied Lucifer, smiling softly. You smiled.

"Come, let's go to bed" Offered Lucifer and the two of you were in bed, you snuggled up close to Lucifer as they held you in their arms, pressing a kiss lovingly to your lips as you returned the kiss.

"Goodnight my love" You Whispered.

"Goodnight my beloved" Whispered Lucifer tenderly.

[mekaremadness]

My The Sandman fanart for Lucifer (Gwendoline Christie) and Desire (Mason Alexander Park)

[littledollll]

Lucifer vs the hound

Lucifer x little!angel!reader (mini fic)

A/n: the hounds name is Onyx and r calls it nix (or doggie) when tiny cuz it’s easier ofc, this was originally in “babbles” but I realized how off topic it got and quickly regretted it so I made them two separate fics!

Warnings: little anxiety, crying

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Looking around you frowned. “Doggi?” I’m trying for hours and the damn hound was all it took? Lucifer mused to themselves. (More like complained.)

Lucifer had been trying to get you to slip for the past few hours, coming up unsuccessful, only for you to part from them to “visit your hound friend” and when you came back believing it was with you, you were regressed.

“Hounds are not allowed within the private areas of the castle my darling, that’s why you’ve only ever see it outside.” You pouted, giving Lucifer a look of disapproval they tried so hard not to smile at. “Why no?”

“This is hell tiny, hounds much like everything else aren’t always the kindest, they respect me and other rulers, but very rarely anyone else. But of course you being your charming little self managed to get chosen by one, I’m not surprised.”

“was chosn?” You questioned. You toyed with the sleeves of their clothes, making Lucifer smile as they allowed you to take their hand.

“Hounds don’t get tamed, little angel, they chose you, that one chose you.” Moving on form your adorableness, Lucifer explained. “yous jelly?” you giggled when they raised a brow at you. “Of the hound?” you nodded.

“Oh I sure am, I mean two seconds with a hound and you slip but not with me? I’m wounded.” You couldn’t hear the sarcasm or playfulness in their voice, it made you frown, and your eyes welled up with tears. “ii hurt?”

“Oh sweet one, no don’t cry, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that, I’m not hurt little angel, I was just joking, okay?” Lucifer wasted no time in getting back to your room, you both know how much you’d hate to be caught crying, specially small.

You cling to them like you always do, but once you were back in the safety of your own room you didn’t let go. “It’s okay little angel, lucis okay, you nor anyone else has hurt me.”

“You really do like the hound-“ you interrupted them with a sudden change of attitude. “nix!” Lucifer gave you a slow nod before continuing.

“You really like Onyx so, what if we make a little exception and allow it to your room?” You hesitantly nodded, of course you wanted that, but you were still unsure on how Lucifer truly felt, you didn’t mean to hurt them, you never wanted to make them upset.

“We can work on that tomorrow then, precious. You do understand I wouldn’t be offering if I had an issue with it, right? It’s completely fine darling, I don’t mind you and onyx getting along.” They put more emphasis on his name just to show they remembered, making you giggle and nod excitedly.

“In fact it’s beneficial for all of us, you know Onyx can protect you when I’m not around, and he’ll keep you company, so truly, he’s quite the help. I promise you have nothing to worry about, little one.” Lucifer ended their statement with a kiss to your forehead.

“Mm! Da an an nix frens!” You were dead set on making sure there was no rivalry between your two favorite beings and Lucifer gave you a nod. “Yes precious one, friends.”

[fandomsbyladymelodrama]

No pressure on this, but I wanted to ask if you'd like to tell me about one of/some of your favorite Christy scenes, and the things you like most about it/them? I can't singlehandedly revive the fandom on here, but it's such a joy to talk over this show with other fans!

I didn't realize until recently how thoroughly the Neil/Christy relationship informed my romantic preferences in all the media and writing I've done since watching it in my teens. Older, scholarly man/younger, determined woman, some kind of angst in the man's past, a need to change things for the better as an intrinsic part of the woman's character, a taboo element that stands in the way of the relationship... Even in the slash pairings I love so much, there's still so many elements of it!

Hey filmmakers, don't think we don't notice that you frame these two with Christy on a step/incline half the time to de-emphasize the height difference...

Oh my, oh my. Okay, first, let's be real. I've been waiting for an ask like this since 1994 (baby Tumblr wasn't even born yet 😂) so get ready for some major Neil/Christy feels that I've been suppressing but also diligently-tending-in-the-background for 30+/- years. THEY. ARE. PERFECT. Top-shelf OTP bottle, for sure. You understand, right? Of course, you do. We've discussed. But yeah, I feel the same way about this show/book/pairing influencing and informing both my writing style and romantic preferences in fiction over the years. Happy to admit it. Yes *raises hand* 1000 times yes. Hello, my name is ladymelodrama, and the fact that CBS so cruelly stole resolution for Neil/Christy from us forever (I'm not counting the PAX movies, I'm just not) is a crime against good television everywhere and will haunt my Christy-loving bones until I'm dead and buried in the ground deep enough so's the critter's can't find me, as Little Burl or Creed Allen would say. Anyway, you asked about Neil and Christy and favorite moments and since I can't just pick one...

I have a proposition to make :) Let's trade fave moments until we run out of them, maybe? No pressure, of course, but this is me mostly unwilling to commit to my Top 5 Scenes until I finish my rewatch, and even then I'll probably change my mind a couple times 😂 But here's one that I'll discuss in detail today and which I like to call the "Will This Do?" scene aka "and then they both smiled their little smiles at each other and lived happily ever after. The end." <3

(Credit to @heatherfield for this gif, and bless you, friend, for continuously shipping the same pairings as me - makes my gif-hunting so much easier haha <3)

So why do I love this scene so much? Oh, you know. Margret's dress. Objectively, it's gorgeous (the woman had style, even if she had no heart). And hey, it only coded Neil/Christy as endgame from the first episode, no big deal. Plus it was one of the softest moments in the whole show and THE WAY THEY SMILED AT EACH OTHER. Ugh. Soffffffft. I'm mean, you're seeing this too, right? ;) Meanwhile, I'm sure David is over here in the corner...doing what David does best XD Lurking. Always lurking.

(and, based on the pic I chose, maybe taking notes on how to have better chemistry with Christy? - "Dear Diary, Neil MacNeill is kinda the worst, have I mentioned?" 😂) But in all seriousness, what I love about that scene (and the exchange of smiles, in particular) is how there's an honest-to-goodness, my-spirit-just-spoke-to-your-spirit bit of humanity happening there. I die for those moments, little and quiet as they may be. It's just so...SOFT. They don't know each other yet. Not really. There's no romance at play (other than what I assume might be mutual physical attraction, even if Christy would never let herself go there. Not on her first days in the Cove) so it's more a budding friendship that we're seeing and friends-to-lovers is one of my favorite things? (Jorleesi, Jisbon, Siegfried/Audrey, Obidala, Red Cricket, Dickon/Mary much?). I also really enjoy when she comes down the stairs looking all pretty-in-lavender with her hair down (still lolling at your comment on that detail btw because...c'est vrai 😂) and "Oh no, David, it's so late...how will we ever get to Lufty Branch in time?" "Not we, Christy." (exactly, David, you're getting it). Too bad she has to spend all afternoon in this rustic cabin with a plaid-shirted, barrel-chested, brogue-speaking, moody mountain man with inside pain for dayssssss. Oh the everlasting horror XD

So yeah, so much to love about this scene (and the entire convo in the cabin afterwards and him plucking her from Theo prior to the whole dress thing - guy helps girl down from horse = I'm in love 😍). To witness the very beginning of their arc (okay, Part II of the beginning, but the doctor was busy with brain surgery during Part I, so you know what I mean) and to have the actors play it so, so beautifully and in an Appalachian setting that's just misty and magical and to die for all by itself... Mmmm *chef's kiss* Your turn, @darsynia <3

[sinisterchristmastree]

Absolutely love the choice to make the devil a woman in The Sandman because now I understand why Lil Nas X wanted to pole dance to hell

[kopykunoichi]

Summary: A stifling summer day gets a little warmer for Christy when she has a mishap with a pile of piping hot laundry. It feels like it gets even hotter when Doctor MacNeill tends to her scalded hands. What is it about him that distracts and confounds her every time they're close to each other?

[spacebarbarianweird]

Hi! Love your writing and I wanted to give you some food for thought, see if it interests you perhaps 🤭 Astarion×Tav is usually about someone smaller in size and maybe a druid or healer, but my character is a tiefling berserk barbarian... with a bigger body size... horns and tail in all their glory... if you are interested I'd love to hear if you'd got some headcanons for a character like this? 💕🙏🏻

Hi! When imagining a bigger f!Tav with Astarion, I can't stop thinking about Gwendolyn Christie (aka Brienne of Tarth) and Nikolaj Coster-Waldau (aka Jaime Lannister). Look at the photos of them, especially when Gwen wears high-heels (and she also has a husband who is much shorter than her but sews all her dresses to make her the most fabulous 6.3 ft tall woman)

Also, Neil Newbon plays a bigger druid, Tav. He was shocked that she picked Astarion in the first sex scene ^-^

NSFW Version

Masterlist

Headcanons

Astarion x F!BulkyTav

When you hug, Astarion's face is right up against your chest, and he can hear your heartbeat.

Which is soothing to him.

The running water problem is solved! You lift Astarion "bridal style" and put him onto your shoulders to cross the river.

Astarion is grumpy about it every time.

But deep inside, he enjoys it.

Need a better view to aim? Well, you are right here in all your barbarian 6.3 ft. glory!

Astarion can't take his eyes off how graciously you walk with a two-handed ax on your shoulders.

And once you both return to the civilized world, he will get you a dress and high heels.

Because with high heels and a dress, you will look like a gods damn goddess of war!

Is he intimidated by the fact you are taller? Never. You are his big and powerful wife, and he's proud of everything you do!

You are a big spoon, of course. And being wrapped in your hands makes Astarion feel warm and safe.

When in rage, you don't feel pain, and it hurts him to see you wounded and with broken bones

He puts your head on his lap and strokes your hair to soothe you after the battle.

Once, Astarion was caught off guard by vampire hunters who beat him and left him helpless in the sunrise.

You managed to get there right in time to crack the hunters' skulls.

And quickly carry Astarion to the safety and darkness.

Unfortunately, the merciless sun burnt him enough to slow vampire regeneration, and it took Astarion a month to fully recover.

All this time, you nurtured and fed him, telling him stories and legends of your people and only leaving him once you needed to fetch some food for yourself.

Seeing him being able to walk again was the happiest moment of your life.

When he drinks your blood, it's him sitting on your lap.

"You are a messy eater, you know that?" you ask, seeing him covered in your blood.

"You are a terribly messy eater, I hope you know that?" he comments, looking at you eating a boar's leg.

He laughs at you being not so discreet in the wilderness and attracting all sorts of enemies in your journey.

"Darling, you are loud like an ork and have the manners of a giant!"

Once you got so drunk in a feast after killing a dragon, you came to Astarion and started talking different sweet nonsense.

"I want to have silver-curled babies with you. Imagine how fierce they will be!"

Indeed, you are strong and fierce, wearing the heavy armor set, but you are still a woman, a woman Astarion loves and takes care of.

"Wear a helmet, Tav! Last time we had a quest, our half-ork companion used your head as a battering ram! Get the fucking helmet!"

Once, the enemy was too strong, and you ended up severely wounded. The most challenging thing for Astarion was to get rid of the heavy armor on your broken body to carry you to a safe place.

The view of you in pain and agony traumatized him so much he didn't dare to leave your side until you fully recovered.

You want to die in a glorious battle and bards to make songs about you.

Astarion promises you not to step into the sun once you die this glorious death but to make sure every bard and storyteller knows about your deeds and adventures.

But until then...

You have plenty of things to kill!

Hope you enjoyed it!

[gingerbaci]

“Nera e la Notte” featuring Christy Turlington by Neil Kirk for Marie Claire Italia, March 1988 - via x

[darsynia]

The heart wants what it wants...

Gosh, so I've been writing for a nearly 30 year old fandom, the book/tv show Christy. I was a huge Kellie Martin fan from Life Goes On, and I'd liked the book (evangelical childhood go brrr)-- lemme tell you, Scottish-voiced older smart gruff man & idealistic kind resourceful opinionated young woman will ALWAYS get me. Add LeVar Burton and Tyne Daly and I'm HOOKED. OH I forgot to mention it's set in the Great Smokies and the vistas are magnificent (TWW reference says hi).

Well, the show itself has a religious scaffolding, and it's pretty wholesome, so though the series manages some truly intense unresolved sexual tension, I should refrain from getting too racy in this 'it was a crime to never show these two kissing' 'shipping Neil/Christy for 30 years does something to a person' story, right? RIGHT?

Me: I'll write a brief satisfying M encounter

Me now: he's soaked after checking for a fire in a thunderstorm and she's slowly unbuttoning him while he loses his mind OOPS

Anyway, I'm putting the finishing touches on Shipping chapter 3, but if you ever watched this show or might be interested in a period piece where two people with hidden feelings find themselves married and figuring out what fun that can be, feel free to check out that story! It's got a tiny online presence (under 200 fics on FFN, my fic was #7 on AO3) so I probably won't post again about it, but I'm very pleased by what I've written.

Breathing Fire

Summary: After an unexpected standoff puts Christy in a compromised position, she discovers what a marriage based on love and friendship is really like. With that firm basis, she seeks to heal the wounds that were caused before she even arrived in Cutter Gap.

For fun, here's an excerpt under the jump:

Note: Set the day after the wedding, but their 'wedding night' was interrupted; Neil is a doctor and he was called away for a medical emergency. He hasn't gotten much sleep as a result.

When she woke next it was thanks to the bright indirect sunlight from the window. She’d slept in.

Christy threw herself out of bed, spluttering her hair out of her face as she rushed over to the dresser to grab something to wear.

“Christy,” Neil rumbled from the bed. He had his arm draped over his eyes.

“I’m late for school!”

“You’re not.”

“No, I am! Miss Alice was supposed to take my place, but she was with you.” She supposed she could dress on the other side of the closet door, or at the top of the stairs with the bedroom door closed. When she turned around with a handful of underthings, meaning to race over to the closet and do just that, she ran right into Neil.

“Grantland got back yesterday evening, he’s teaching your students today,” he said, tugging the clothes from her hands to set them on top of the dresser. “Back to bed,” he said, guiding her back with an arm around her shoulders.

Sleepy Neil was a charming mix of impatience and determination.

“But David has no idea where the lesson plans are!”

“He’ll probably spend the whole day sermonizing at them,” he said once they got over to the bed. Neil then yawned so hard he stumbled sideways before shuffling around to the other side.

Christy sat, her sense of purpose deflated. “Is there anything you were supposed to do this morning that I can do instead? Dropping by a patient’s house, or picking up supplies?”

“No one will expect us for days,” he told her, rubbing at his eye with a knuckle. “We’re meant to spend them enjoying each other, which right now should mean you, sleeping next to me, in silence.” There was a daring sort of tease to his voice that sent a thrill through her. How was she meant to sleep after he said something like that? 

“I’m wide awake. How about I go downstairs and--”

“Don’t,” Neil blurted. He took in a breath to say something, then chuckled. “Not sure how well I’d sleep knowing you were down there rearranging everything.”

“Meaning you’d sleep better if I stayed up here?” Christy guessed.

His expression sobered, and he rolled onto his back. “I keep expecting to wake up and find all of this was a dream.”

If she were braver, she would have told him about her dreams of him, but instead, she said, “How about I go get a book to read, so I can sit up beside you, while you sleep? I can pull the curtains shut.” 

His nod was relieved, and Christy got up, thinking hard to remember where she’d packed her book. It wasn’t with the others, since she’d been reading it a little each night. A glance over at her husband told her he was still ruminating.

“Ask me what I’m reading,” Christy said, crouching down to rummage through the front pocket of one suitcase.

“What?”

“It’s part of distracting you while I look for my book,” she told him. Standing, she put her hands on her hips. Was it downstairs?

“Fine,” Neil said, his voice still sleepy, but more like his confident self. “What are you reading?”

“Little Women, by Louisa May Alcott. It’s a story about four sisters, all very different, and how each of them handle the process of growing up. I loved it when I was younger, and now I’m rereading it to pick out parts to share with the children.” As she spoke, she found the book, drew the curtain, then came back to briskly set things up to sit comfortably beside him.

“You’re an excellent teacher, Christy.”

Praise from him really was worth a hundred kind words from anyone else.

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Oct 19, 2011

McCartney letter offering Beatles audition heads to auction

A 51-year-old handwritten letter by Paul McCartney inviting an unknown drummer to audition for The Beatles will be featured at Christie's Popular Culture: Rock and Pop Memorabilia Auction on Nov. 15, 2011 at the auction house's South Kensington, U.K., location.

By Goldmine staff

By Susan Sliwicki

A 51-year-old handwritten letter by Paul McCartney inviting an unknown drummer to audition for The Beatles will be featured at Christie's Popular Culture: Rock and Pop Memorabilia Auction on Nov. 15, 2011 at the auction house's South Kensington, U.K., location.

This handwritten letter by Paul McCartney of The Beatles to an anonymous musician will head to auction at Christie's auction house Nov. 15, 2011. It is expected to bring $11,000 to $14,100. All photos courtesy Christie's.

Dated Aug. 12, 1960, the letter is one of the earliest occasions that the band referred to itself as The Beatles, according to a news release issued by Christie's auction house. It's expected to fetch between $11,000 and $14,100. (Click here to view the auction catalog.)

McCartney's letter was a response to an Aug. 8, 1960, ad in the Liverpool Echo (Box KP 60) that read "Drummer — Young — Free." It's unknown who placed the ad, to whom McCartney's note was addressed, or whether an audition ever took place. The letter was dated four days after McCartney, John Lennon, George Harrison and Stuart Sutcliffe had verbally committed to travel to Hamburg on 15th August as a five-piece band. Before the discovery of this letter, it was not known that The Beatles were searching for a fifth member so close to the band's departure for Hamburg, and it was thought that Pete Best was the only option they considered, through their associations with the Jacaranda Club, according to the news release. Ringo Starr replaced Best two years later.

The story behind the letter's discovery is every collector's dream. A Liverpool man, who wishes to remain anonymous, found the letter tucked inside of a collectibles price guide he purchased in early 2011 at a sale in Bootle, near The Beatles' hometown of Liverpool. Although he focuses on antique coins, this collector regularly attends local car boot sales, where he scours the stalls for hidden treasures and is in the habit of buying all manner of collector’s guides — which really paid off.

“One of the best aspects of my work is the rare occasion when, out of the blue, you are made aware of the existence of something so extraordinary, it alters the knowledge of your specialist field. This letter has proved to be such a case," said Neil Roberts, Christie's director of popular culture. "My initial reaction was one of disbelief, but on seeing the item and being able to research the significance of the date and its content as well as conferring with renowned Beatles historians, it has turned out to be much more significant than mere words on paper. It is exciting to be able to offer to market a newly discovered important item of Beatles memorabilia, on behalf of an individual who was fortunate enough to find it folded up in a book at a car boot sale.”

From an historical perspective, the letter also indicates that The Beatles knew more about their forthcoming trip than previously believed. McCartney’s note refers to the approximate level of expenses they would be paid, as well as the duration of the contract: “expenses paid £18 per week (approx.) for 2 months.” The band signed its contract Aug. 15, 1960; before now, it was not known that The Beatles were aware of the duration of their stay before heading to Hamburg.

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A Year In Review: 2023

Total Number Of Books Read: 65

Top 10 Novels:

Better Than The Movies by Lynn Painter

Ellie Pillai Is Brown by Christine Pillainayagam

If We Were Villains by M.L. Rio

Six Of Crows by Leigh Bardugo

Cemetery Boys by Aiden Thomas

Persuasion by Jane Austen

And Then There Were None by Agatha Christie

1984 by George Orwell

It by Stephen King

Radio Silence by Alice Oseman

Top 5 Graphic Novels & Mangas:

Snapdragon by Kat Leyh

My Riot by Rick Spears and Emmett Helen

Pretty Guardian Sailor Moon Vol. 1 by Naoko Takeuchi

Komi Can't Communicate Vol. 1 by Tomohito Oda

The Wash Day Diaries by Jamila Rowser and Robyn Smith

Top 5 Short Stories:

Recitatif by Toni Morrison

Click Clack The Rattlebag by Neil Gaiman

The Black Cat by Edgar Allan Poe

The Tell Tale Heart by Edgar Allan Poe

The Lottery by Shirley Jackson

Top 5 Genres:

Romance

Fantasy

Coming Of Age

Mystery

Horror

Two Longest Reads:

Best Friend's Brother by Zeppazariel/Bizzarestars - 1204 pages

It by Stephen King - 1166 pages

Top 10 Films:

Fight Club (1999)

It: Chapter 2 (2019)

Gone With The Wind (1939)

Red, White and Royal Blue (2023)

13 Going On 30 (2003)

The Wolf Of Wall Street (2013)

She's All That (1999)

It (2017)

The Silence Of The Lambs (1991)

Barbie (2023)

Top 5 TV Shows:

Heartstopper (2022-)

The End Of The F***ing World (2017-2019)

American Vandal (2017-2018)

Bodies (2023)

Heartbreak High (2022-)

Top 10 Ships:

Wolfstar (Remus Lupin x Sirius Black - Marauders Fandom)

Reddie (Richie Tozier x Eddie Kaspbrak - IT)

Wesliz (Wes Bennett x Liz Buxbaum - Better Than The Movies)

Jegulus (James Potter x Regulus Black - Marauders Fandom)

Wesper (Jesper Fahey x Wylan Van Eck - Six Of Crows)

Ineffable Husbands (Aziraphale x Crowley - Good Omens)

Narlie (Nick Nelson x Charlie Spring - Osemanverse: Heartstopper)

Literati (Rory Gilmore x Jess Mariano - Gilmore Girls)

Kanej (Kaz Brekker x Inej Ghafa - Six Of Crows)

Firstprince (Alex Claremont Diaz x Henry Mountchristen-Windsor Fox - Red, White and Royal Blue)

Top 5 Fandoms:

Marauders Era

Gilmore Girls

IT

Grishaverse

Osemanverse

Top 10 Songs:

Gorgeous by Taylor Swift

Give Me A Minute by Christine Pillainayagam

How You Get The Girl by Taylor Swift

Paradise by Bazzi

Girl From Mars by Ash

Foolish One (Taylor's Version) by Taylor Swift

Earphones by Christine Pillainayagam

Hits Different by Taylor Swift

Mr Brightside by The Killers

Hey There Delilah by The Plain White T's

Top 5 Artists:

Taylor Swift

Christine Pillainayagam

David Bowie

Olivia Rodrigo

Bikini Kill

Top 5 Albums:

Lover by Taylor Swift

Ellie Pillai Is Brown by Christine Pillainayagam

Speak Now (Taylor's Version) by Taylor Swift

1989 (Taylor's Version) by Taylor Swift

Ziggy Stardust And The Spiders From Mars by David Bowie

Top 5 Genres:

Pop

Indie

Rock

Brit-Pop

Riot Grrrl

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my forever fixations (changes will be added.)

sitcoms (b99, modern family, bbt, himym, the office, friends)

benedict cucumberpatch and martin freeman (sherlock bbc, lord of the rings, the hobbit etc.)

ghosts&vampires&blood&sadists&gore&darkacademia&haunted places (frankenstein, jekyll and hyde)

english schoolgirls in the not creepy way (wild child, enid blyton boarding school books)

harry potter

neil gaiman (coraline)

true crime

granada holmes

star trek and star wars in no particular order

spock

taylor swift and old washed up rock bands

pheobe effing bridgers

gracie abrams

kill her, freak out - samia

therese dreaming and maya hawke

art

raft of medusa

travelling

nerdinators

nerf guns

spy kids

peppa pig and ben and holly and gaston and nanny plum

emma chamberlain's fashion choices

the grisly origins of fairy tales

101 dalmations' original cruella deville.

skibidi toilet reels

evermore and folklore

lore by aaron manke

neurosurgery

fashun

crime podcasts

the history of mad hatters

interesting things to research about

indian royalty history

transylvania

Elizabeth Báthory (the blood countess)

agatha christie and miss marple

puzzle solving but i'm terrible at it (i’m awesome, i’m trying to be humble)

a deepening disgust at mortal fascination with each other.

aliens

d&d

mathematics

Lockwood and Co.

The sisters grimm

Land of stories

middle grade horror and fantasy books

my instagram threads account

tumblr shitposts

tumblr in general

pjo (ex induced)

scarlet and ivy

THE WELLS AND WONG DETECTIVE SOCIETY (robin stevens ily)

young adult dark fantasy without romance (check point 46)

my goodreads account

ada lovelace

franz kafka, virginia woolf.

my spotify playlists (ethel cain i love u)

joan of arc

rosalind franklin

ted ed videos

witch hunts in scotland and salem.

zoroastrian burials

sherlock and watson

my pinterest

amrita shergill

CRISPR

old disney shows

cricket and india's victory in WC in '83

jhansi ki rani

my childhood tv shows

my yt history

video essays

shane and ryan (watcher or buzzfeed unsolved)

chronically online

jude bellingham

Carlos sainz

a dreaded feeling of separation.

Elsa Schiaparelli

the kelly

monaco

f1

aux en provence

ireland

my artemis fowl phase

harry potter

wales

ryan reynolds and john krasinski

adam sandler movies and similar genres of shitty comedy

cobra kai and the karate kid

superheroes

spiderman variants

bucky and the falcon

charlize theron

vintage watches

conde nast traveller

delhi

benedict cucumberpatch

kristy thompson from the bsc

anne with an e

mr brightside

mitski

podcasts

the sixties, thirties and twentys

maggie smith (downtown abbey and loewe campaigns)

jane birkin

youtube fan edits

stranger things

the irregulars and haunting of hill house

gossip girl (fallacies and legacies)

meryl streep (mammia mia and the devil wears prada)

julie andrews (the sound of music, the princess diaries)

vintage movies

youtube short films and billy joel

the prisoner of azkaban

fred and george weasley and kili and fili

gandalf > dumbledore

margaret - ldr and jack antanoff

alicia and janet (the enid blyton cinematic universe)

sharon tate

my halloween blog 'gore'

arch digest house tours

new york because i'm just a girl

BBC SHERLOCK

Star Trek

the matrix

kill bill, fight club, dr. evil, ocean’s 11

The KJO cinematic universe

Nepo babies

Tim Burton

The Addams Family

Science

Biology

Physics

Chemistry

Mathematics x 2

Nerds

Conspiracy theories

Ethical research

female serial killers

elizabeth bathory

my spotify playlists

billy joel - piano man

youtube edits

saltburn

peppa pig & ben and holly

horrid henry

lost childhood animated tv shows

enid blyton boarding school books

british sitcoms (outnumbered)

house md

characters most like me list on charactour/ openpyschometrics.

the 2 IT zoya akhtar movies

special certain bollywood

teams in red - man united, carlos sainz in Ferrari and RCB.

Formula 1, Tennis, Football & Cricket

Batman&Alfred (Christopher Nolan version duh!)

Dark Knight’s aesthetic

old marvel and DC movies

Superhero Comics

Richard Feynman

Haunted castles

Halloween and Halloween costumes (the only right answer is switching between batman and darth Vader or my Pinterest board)

LEGO (lotr, Harry Potter, marvel and DC lego)

Batman, iron man, and dr strange

ford v ferrari

shang chi

fight club and kill bill

Zack and Cody and phineas and ferb

Karate kid and kung fu panda

karen from outnumbered

philomena cunk

Mercedes, Sebastian Vettel being a nerd and super awesome with pit overtakes, Brocedes + 2019 rookies and Maxiel

2012 grid and 2023 george russel t pose

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Have you listened to any glee podcasts other than Kevin and Jenna’s (and yours)?

Or do you have any general podcast recommendations?

I listen to podcasts all the time! I don't listen to any other Glee ones -- tbh, I think they'd drive me (more or less) crazy. That's no shade on the people making them -- apparently, there are some good ones out there? But I'd just get too annoyed if they got a detail wrong, or if I couldn't debate a position, so I usually stay away.

But... here's what I'm subscribed to! (Besides Kevin and Jenna's)

All About Agatha - Yes, that's right, I listen to a podcast where the hosts talk about everything Agatha Christie has ever written. This podcast is all around wonderful. Unfortunately, one of the hosts passed away recently, which is sad, but the other host is continuing on. They go into more than just Agatha Christie and discuss various aspects of detective fiction, too.

The NYT Book Review & Poured Over (The BN Podcast) - I don't listen to these a whole lot, but I have them more so for work related podcasts. But if you want book reviews of new books in a more commercialized setting - these fit the bill.

Pod Meets World - Three of the stars of the 90s show Boy Meets World break down their time on the show and watch an episode each week. I can't stress this enough, this might be my favorite podcast right now. Not only are they really open to their experiences - but they talk in depth about all aspects of the show - from the story itself to all of the behind the scenes stuff. It's really amazing.

Office Ladies - I'm sure a lot of people know this one - Angela Kinsey and Jenna Fischer from the office break down an episode week by week. I do love this one a lot. But as we're nearing the end of the series, I get a sense that both Angela and Jenna are, maybe, beginning to get a little tired of it. (No shade on them, and it's just a feeling I'm picking up.) They spend more time going down deep dive rabbit holes than talking about the episodes. I still enjoy it, and I do think they're both wonderful people. Another great podcast for learning the ins and outs as to what make a tv show.

Star Talk - With Neil DeGrasse Tyson. It's all about science! And I love learning about science. I've been listening to this one the longest.

Jay and Miles Xplain the X-Men - I've also been listening to this for years, too. The hosts started back in the silver age, and have been unpacking and reading every X-Men and X-Men related comic book ever written. It's been about a decade and they're nearing the end of the 90s. It's really cool for anyone wanting to find an in into X-Men comics.

Double Love - @constantcompanion This is the Sweet Valley High break down podcast I mentioned earlier. These two women (who are about ten years older than I am) have been reading through every SWH book ever. And bless them. They discuss them with a great amount of humor

Dawson's Critique - Two women hosts rewatch all of Dawson's Creek. The cool thing is that they're my age, and experienced DC at the same time I did - which is cool. But kind of like how I view DC now, I can only take so much of it at a time. It's a solid podcast, but I have to be in a mood to listen to it.

Zack to the Future - which is on permanent hiatus. This is the one where Mark-Paul Gosselaar and a comedy writer named Dashiell Driscoll watched old Saved by the Bell episodes. It was... hit and miss, tbh. MPG seemed a bit uncomfortable doing it, but always at least had interesting things to say. Driscoll, though, was a terrible co-host. I feel bad for the guy - because he knew he was getting skewered online, but he had zero chemistry with MPG, and didn't seem like he knew what he was doing half the time. *shrugs*

The Tolkien Professor - I don't listen to this one that often, just more or less have it as a reference -- but the host is an actual professor of literature who really, really deep dives into Tolkien. It's sometimes more or less like taking a college course in Tolkien.

So, that's pretty much it -- amazing, i kind of listen to things that break down other stories and dive into story telling. I'm sure y'all are surprised.

I do have Darren's podcast downloaded, but i've never listened to it. Idk. Plus, I have random episodes of other podcasts - like all the ones Chris has been on. :)

If you guys have any good ones - let me know!

[herebedragonsbooks]

Fandoms list

This is kind of long, I will put a cut so people who aren't insterested won't have to scroll it until the end. But if you really want to know you have been warned, I am part of many online fandoms and I have probably forgotten a few😅

Fave books: Can't choose, sorry 😅I read books from mostly all literature genders (especially crime, fantasy, coming-of-age and classical literature ones). My fave authors are Agatha Christie, Neil Gaiman, C.S Lewis, Jane Austen and Alice Oseman

Fave movies: Dead Poets Society, The Goonies, Heathers, IT (Part I and II) The Devil all the Time, The trial of Chicago 7, Cruella, Big Hero 6 and some other Disney movies

Fave musicals: EPIC, Six, Heathers, Dear Evan Hansen, Hamilton, West Side Story, In The Heights, Newsies, Waitress, Les Mis and Beetlejuice

Fave series: Slow Horses, Peaky Blinders, The Blacklist, Wednesday, Panic, Stranger Things, Modern Family, Brooklyn 99, Our Flag Means Death and Anne with an E

Cartoons: The Owl House, Gravity Falls and Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug & Cat Noir

Comic related stuff: The Umbrella Academy (comics and series), The Sandman (comics and series), Mavel, X-Men and DC (kind of entering in the fandom rn)

Animes: Komi can't communicate (Still haven't finished it, but I love it)

Big fandoms: Star Wars, The Maze Runner, Percy Jackson, MCU, Osemanverse, The Hunger Games (I have just read the precuel for now) The Chronicles of Narnia and Harry Potter (More into the parts where the fandom created more content that the own author like the Marauders era, hphm or next gen. And ofc I don't support J.K political opinions. Trans rights matter)

Random stuff: Destripando la historia, Greek Myths, FNAF and the typology fandom

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The Daily Dad

Things you might want to know, for May 12, 2023:

‘Madonna x Meisel – The SEX Photographs’ Auction Coming to Christie’s — I bought an aluminum-bound, foil-wrapped copy of the book in 1992 for $100. That… was not one of my best investments.

Supernatural Prequel The Winchesters Is Canceled at The CW — I didn’t even know a Supernatural spin-off existed, and now it’s gone. Has a prequel to Dark Angel been running on the CW all this time and I just didn’t notice?

Jacklyn Zeman, Veteran General Hospital Star, Dead at 70 — Holy hell, Bobbie Spencer has left the building. I spent every summer of the early-to-mid-1980s watching General Hospital, so this one packs a punch.

The Return of Nineties Style: This New ‘Seinfeld’-Inspired Collection Is As Iconic As the Hit Sitcom — I… I kind of want some of this shit. I’m not proud of it, but I do.

Diving into the anti-sunscreen movement — …or just sit back and play Count The Melanomas as the years roll by.

Natalie Mordovtseva Threatens to Remarry Mike: We Only Broke Up Because of 90 Day Fiance! — Bitch, the show had very little to do with it… you broke up because you’re a crazy-eyed loon who for some reason feels compelled to argue incessantly with Mike’s thumb-like mother-lump.

What is American Exceptionalism, anyway?

Doug Rushkoff Is Ready to Renounce the Digital Revolution

Etsy launches its own wedding registry service — I’m a little surprised this didn’t already exist.

Microsoft will take nearly a year to finish patching new 0-day Secure Boot bug — Yeah, this is… wow. Super ugly. Yeesh.

Beetlejuice 2, with Jenna Ortega and Michael Keaton, confirmed for 2024 — So first Batman’s back, now Beetlejuice. What’s next? Johnny Dangerously 2: Johnny Dangerouser? Is Joe Piscopo still alive?

Why Are These Techies So Afraid of the Word ‘Sex’? — Because their friends are all bankers and girls are scary.

Brad Garrett Talks All About Having Sex With Pete Davidson

Robert De Niro welcomes seventh child at 79 — I aspire to Bobby’s level of don’t-give-a-fuckery.

Hulu content to be added to Disney+ for 'one-app experience,' CEO Bob Iger says

Gen Z says 3-hour ‘everything showers’ are ‘better than sex’ — Can I interest you gullible little fucks in twenty minute naps every two hours? A bladder system for oil tankers? Reverse peepholes? A pizza place where you bake your own pie?

How to Reclaim Your Online Privacy

Good Omens season 2 hits Prime Video in July — I love the book, Tennant, and Sheen, but I’ve never made it past the first ep of season 1… as good as The Sandman turned out to be, I find Good Omens to be far closer to American Gods’ level of quality. And to be clear, that’s not a compliment. (Sorry, Neil.)

Twitter’s Encrypted DMs Are Deeply Inferior to Signal and WhatsApp

Canon’s PowerShot V10 is a vlogging-centric callback to old Flip Video cams — I’m linking this solely because I forgot the Flip Video cameras existed, despite owning one myself.