#my library has new tatting; it's not mine

[thebearthatkeepstheteahot]

lace picture dump

here's my second (then pictured complete with first) third and fourth pieces of bobbin lace from this year (technically I made one other thing before this but years ago)

(The first three are the whole stitch then half stitch bookworms and the torchon ground bookmark from Dye & Thunder's beginners book; the fourth is a sampler of cloth stitch, half stitch, and whole stitch/cloth stitch and twist from an IOLI Introduction to Bobbin Lace book.)

Then the beginning of my first attempt at Armenian needle lace, based on a video tutorial by BecomeInspired on youtube. (This is size 5 DMC perle cotton in shade 742). It's not basically difficult to do but I think you have learn to judge the loop sizing. I've worked further on this since and it eventually got a bit ruffly. (I'm pretty sure it should be more visible if you click on the picture)

Finally, an attempt at the primary motif in the Cherry Blossom shawl from Tomoko Morimoto's New Tatting, but it isn't planar (doesn't lie flat). I mostly blame this on having no idea how to upsize the thread space measurements given from "silk thread" (??) to size 10 crochet cotton since for some reason I like the idea of this in the yellow/white mix that is Aunt Lydia's "mimosa"

[evis-gossip]

“The girl from the library” - Chapter 1

Summary: Spencer has been going to a specific library for a specific reason, and it may not be for the books.

Pairings: Spencer Reid x Reader, Spencer Reid x Reader x OC!Frank (platonic)

Genre: fluff, like fluff to root teeth, like I have diabetes now, and angst if you squint

Warnings: canon type violence (I started working on this a long time ago, so I don't remember some things. If see something, please let me know)

Word count: 3.3k

A/N: hi guys! I'm back with something completely different. I loved writing this, so I hope you've enjoyed reading this much. Please take in to a count that English is not my native language, so all mistakes made are mine. If you see any, let me know Lots of love <3

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Every Saturday morning, Spencer goes to the library. It’s become a routine. Whenever he’s not on a case, from 10AM to 01PM, he sits on the same chair tucked again in a corner. Every week, for only 3 hours, he gets to have peace. He hides away from the world and its monsters. He finds solace in stories and gentle silence. The library is not the one closest to his apartment, yet he takes the not-so-short walk. Why does he go out of his way to a library when there’s a perfectly good one closer to home, you might ask. Well, as he likes to tell himself, it’s purely because of the natural enchantment of it. The way he noticed, nearly six months when this all started, how it always smells like coffee, and vanilla, and cinnamon, and lavender and home. How it’s all decorated like it belongs to a different time or a different world. How it’s quiet but not deadly silent. That’s what he tells himself, those are definitely the reasons, only those, absolutely not the pretty girl that sits right out the corner of his eye.

Because, why would Dr. Spencer Reid go to a library for a pretty girl instead of books? Not because she brings her own books so she can annotate them instead of the ones in the library. Not because she pauses her reading to help the old couple using the library computers to learn about the new world and its changing technology, and he can hear her sweet honey-like voice. Not because she reacts so intensely to every word she reads. Not because of how fast she can read, not as fast as himself, but fast nonetheless provided how many pauses she makes for annotations, tech support and even recommendations. Not because her literature knowledge is so extensive the librarian sometimes redirects patrons to her because she can find the perfect thing to read for everyone. Not because he’s practically in love with her and he’s never even gathered the courage to speak to her. Yeah, you hear me right. Mr Genius himself is in love with the pretty girl from the library.

That’s not even the best part. The best part is how on Friday afternoons he finishes his paperwork on record time because he accidentally found out she volunteers at the library on Friday afternoons and he doesn’t want to miss the opportunity of seeing her. And, as expected, the team is starting to notice. It’s not usual for Reid to leave the first, even if he’s always the first to finish everything and be free to go. He’s so ahead the actual paperwork only takes a small fraction of his work day, which leaves the rest of his time to reading, learning and sometimes Rubik’s cubes. But lately, he turns in his paperwork not long after lunch and asks Hotch if he can leave now, to which his boss has no excuse for refusing. He’s never had to stay late, but he’s always done it anyway. You must understand, changes are not like Reid. He has a routine, he sticks to it. Leaving work early is a big change for him. Of course everyone notices. Even Anderson knows something’s up.

He gets to his destination just to see the normally simple library is half decorated with Alice in wonderland theme. He stops by the desk to talk to the librarian. The guy is what you would least expect a librarian to be. Tall, muscular, tattooed, only the cardigan fits the traditional attire.

“Hey Frank” he waves, drawing his attention. “Hey man. Spencer, right?” “Yeah, correct” he nods “Um, Spencer, we have a children’s circle coming today, so it’s going to be pretty much a giggling hurricane in here. Just telling you ahead” “Oh, so that’s what decorations are for” he chuckles. When Frank’s about to turn around leaving him to go to his usual seat, he speaks again “I know you like Y/N” of course he knows, he’s friends with Y/N, but if he knows, Y/N must do as well. But why is he bringing that up now? Wait, could they be dating or something? It would make perfect sense for a girl as beautiful as Y/N to be with a guy that looks taken from a flashing magazine “For the record, I think you should ask her out” he adds bringing the brunette out of his thoughts “Look, I’ve know Y/N since forever, and she’s a great girl with a complicated personality that not everyone can handle, but i happen to think you’d do a great job. You’re a good man, who just might be the definition of her type, but that’s not for me to determine” Frank concludes, making an intense blush creep up Spencer’s face, and neck and ears, for that matter. “I- uh, um , eh… I just- I- I’m” he stutters, just to be interrupted by the very subject of the conversation.

“Hey guys” Y/N says walking in with a box she settles on the counter. She’s wearing a plaid puffy dress with cream, brown and green colors. The oversized tan carding she has on reminds him of something he would wear. To Spencer, she not just looks beautiful as always, but radiant as sunshine and soft as moonlight. Everything, from the doc martens to the loose y/h/c hair, without forgetting the shrinking y/e/c orbs, captures Spencer in a way not many people have before. “What’s up?” she looks between Spencer and Frank. Something tells the genius that the smug in the librarians face in contrast with his astonished red one means no good “Oh, nothing, y’know, the kids comin’ in today and the decorations still to be put” the smug turns into a smirk before continuing “I think my guy Spencer, here present, just mentioned wanting to help” he finished diverting the girl’s attention to his blushing face, that somehow is getting redder, if humanly possible. “You sure? I can get real bossy real quick sometimes” she chuckles, giving Spencer the moment to decide that making her laugh is his new life purpose. “Ye- yeah, I- I- I’d love to help” “Great” she beams “grab the box, I’m gonna go get the stepladder”

Spencer follows her with the box in his hands. She sets up the ladder right where the decorations cease to exist. She climbs frealess, and it’s when it starts to sway that he gets so worried that it overcomes anxiety. “Tha- That’s not very safe for you. Y- Y- You should get down from there and let me do it. I can reach, I’m tall” “Why? You don’t think I can manage it on my own?” “N- No. Yes, I mean yes, I’m sure can do manage it perfectly, b- but there are more than 164,000 emergency room-treated injuries and 300 deaths per year just in the U.S.” he rambled, anxiously until she chuckled “Spencer, I’m 5’2, I’ve been climbing ladders and much more dangerous places my whole life. If a harmless stepladder can win me the battle of life, then maybe I had it coming” her soft spoken answer relaxes Spencer, although he still worries for her safety “can you pass me the red garland?” she requests leaving him no option but to suppress his worries. As she keeps placing the decorations from Spencer’s hands, he can’t help but get lost in her light. How active and bright she is, how she finishes like a master in what to him seems like record time. “If i may ask” he interjects when it’s nearly done “why Alice's Adventures in Wonderland?” “Well it wasn’t my choice. Frankie wanted a children’s classic book, with an attributed author, that was adapted to a Disney movie, so the kids would know the basics of the story, but we could also show them books. I could understand where this is coming from, but I happen to know that it just happens that Frank loves the story. Still, it’s a pretty good point, if it had been something like Cinderella where the story is folklore and passed down by generations, books don’t make that much sense, whereas with a classic like Oliver Twist, most kids don’t know the story and they'd be bored in no time. It makes sense, even if I don’t particularly enjoy this decision given the life the author led and how it reflects-“ she cuts herself blushing intensely, and Spencer who was hanging onto every word almost couldn't stop the disappointed look in his face “sorry, I’m rambling, I tent to do that” “Me too” Spencer smiles, he’s so used to being cut off, but he never thought it happened to others, especially not when they’re as sweet as Y/N. She smiles back and as she’s going to continue, giggles start to echo in their ears making her divert her attention. The kids are there and Spencer considers regretting staying, but talking with her made it absolutely worth it.

The hurricane Frank predicted moved to the center of the room where Y/N receives them. She introduced herself and explained the different activities. Just like Spencer had hung on to her words, the children do as well, fascinated by her tone, movements and kindness. Honestly, the genius couldn’t blame them, they’re all in the same boat here. He guesses few things could be less interesting to normal people, and especially children, but not with her. She makes everything fascinating, an adventure. He always saw the library as a haven, filled with portals to other worlds as well as knowledge. But now, he is a kid again, just like the small guests, like if he had entered a library for the first time. He knows the library won’t ever feel the same. She keeps going with the activities, from reading passages from Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland to coloring printouts of the Chessire, the Red Queen, the White Rabbit and all the characters he already knew. He limits himself to sit close to the counter, peek over his book, pretending to be engrossed in reading when he actually couldn’t do anything but watch. In his mind, he thinks is he being so slick, a bit creepy if he thinks too hard, but then she catches him, he wishes the earth would open up and swallow him whole until she flashes him a sweet smile and a playful wink, and instead of being swallowed he feels he is being melted.

Frank, of course, always so perceptive and willing to play matchmaker (Penny would love him if they knew each other), sees the whole thing unravel until it gets boring and it’s time for an intervention. “Spencer, my man, I have a new book recommendation for ya” he diverts the genius attention from the “reading”, if you could call it that “so, it’s not what you usually read, but I think you just might like it” a copy with green, golden and brown tones that she knew well flashes at the corner of Y/N’s eyes as Frank pulls it from behind the counter, and thank god Spencer was to invested in the book recommendation to see her intense blushing “you see, it’s got magic, it’s got mystery, it happens in an old university with a secret library. And I don’t want to give too much away, but it’s pretty interesting and new” that’s when Spencer notices Y/N’s blushing face side eyeing the book while simultaneously keeping the kids engaged in the activities. Every time a side glance is thrown at the golden printed title, she seems to get even more nervous, and to his surprise this makes him even more curious about the novel.

“Okay, I’ll take it. I’ll probably be back tomorrow and tell you what I thought” Spencer does not miss the smug side smirk the librarian has on his face, as if everything is going according to plan. Frank has only checked the book out and Spencer doesn’t even get time to start this new story when it’s announced that the time with the children is done and they must get going. Y/N sweetly bids the little ones goodbye before going to take down the decorations.

“Hey, leave them” Frank starts with an exasperated sigh “But- But” “No buts, go home, it’s been a long day, I’ll take ‘em down tomorrow” “Okay” she defeats gathering her things. “I should get going too” the doctor interjected, this is his chance and if he didn’t take it, he doesn’t take it, he doesn’t know when will be his next “Where are you headed?” she steals his thunder while putting her trench coat on “I- um just down the street” “Great! Me too, I gotta catch the metro over there” she finishes nearly reaching the door, while Spencer is standing still over the counter, unable to move “Are you gonna walk with me or what?” the tilt in her head and playful smile told Spencer he ought not to make her wait.

“Bye Frank!” she waves energetically “Bye kiddos” he winks. She walks down the stairs of the building slowly, Spencer can’t help but clutch tightly the strap of his satchel as he walks just a few steps behind. He wonders, even with her right there, his mind wanders if this is what it would be like if they were together, walking back home from a cute date at the library, if they would hold hands, if her hands would be warm or if he would warm them with his own, and in between all this wandering, the only certainty Spencer has, is that he wouldn’t think twice about germs. “So, Spencer,” Y/N has said his name up to this point a total of 2 times, which means Frank has said it more often than her. It’s not like he’s keeping count or anything, it’s just that the way her cute little accent pops up when she says it makes him want to hear his own name from her lips until he loses count, knowing that can’t happen “I hear Frankie gave you a new book” “Yeah, Golden hands, Silver tears. Why? Have you read it?” “Not excatly, no. But i’ve heard good things about it, I think you’ll enjoy it” her sweet smile Spencer can’t get enough of tells him there is something else there he isn’t able to place quite yet. Still, seeing the common interest they both have in books Spencer doesn’t think twice before stammering some statistics about books. “Usually I don’t read young adult, but did you know that one out of every three teenagers has not read a book for pleasure in a year? Which isn’t a lot, but it means that two of every three has, so contrary to popular belief, kids actually still read nowadays” he finishes biting his lip to wait for her response, she takes a sweet second that kills him, but god, she has him hanging “Actually I did know that. But the thing is, it’s not that teenagers don’t read anymore, it’s just that they don’t read the same things or the same way. They share everything online so there is a huge community whereas in the old times there used to be a book club, for example. Another thing is online reading, yeah, they might not have picked up a book in a year, but millions of them prefer online sites where they can read in real time, anywhere as well as interact with the author. And the best part is that anyone can write, better or worse, more or less, one way or another, there are hundreds of ways for everyone to be able to enjoy reading and writing. Times are changing but the human need for art doesn’t” as her rant finishes, Spencer stops in his tracks, his jaw had been slacked the whole time, more than likely believing he’s found his soulmate. She fears for a second she’s scared him or screwed up somehow, but as the blush creeps up his face and a grin fills his lips, she relaxes. He’s nearly in shock, his brain short circuiting, and his brain is never short of anything, but it might be the first time in a long time someone has rambled more than him on the topic he started.

He can’t wait anymore. He timidly holds out his hand as an offering for her, but looking at the floor he misses her wide smile and goes to lower the hand he understands that holding hands on a walk when you’ve just met (officially) is weird, but still he did it, because he just needed it so much. Before his hand goes completely back to his side she takes it in hers, interlocking their fingers. The air seems to shift, as what Spencer felt like was going to be an absolute failure and uncomfortable silence, turns into the warmth of her tiny hand in his huge one and a comfortable, cozy, calm silence. She nods her head to the side to urge him to walk. she’s right, it’s getting late and they don’t seem to need words to communicate anymore. Spencer and Y/N, two of the most word people ever, just in silence, nothing else needed.

Spencer sees the door of his building while walking with her, and deliberately ignores it, he’d walk back any distance necessary as long as he can spend a few more minutes with her. He didn’t know he needed that kind por silence. With all of his words constantly splurging out, and all the questions he has for her, and all he wants to tell her, he finds it hard to respect the silence, but at the same time, he’s not sure when he is going to get this kind of peace again. Before he even notices, time has flown by and they are now stopped in front of a subway stop. He takes notice of his surroundings and is glad to see how the walk from his home is shorter than he expected. It is in fact, shorter than his place to the library, and he hopes and prays, to something he’s not sure exists, that he’ll be able to use this to his advantage in a sooner rather than later future. She’s just a ride away.

“So” her honey-like voice breaks the silence “this is my stop” Spencer realizes now that her words mean farewell, much to his dismay. He looks down to his interlocked hand and squeezes just a little, greedily not wanting to let her go “thanks for walking me here” “Oh, you don’t have to thank me, I enjoyed it” “I enjoyed it too. It was really nice” she smiles softly and the young man feels like his heart is going to beat out of his chest “Will I see you tomorrow at the library? So you can tell me what you thought of the book” “Yes” in the daze of the moment he forgets everything, from his weird schedules to asking for her number, he will regret that “Great!” She bites her lip for a second before deciding on something, and there’s nothing he can do but stand there and hold her hand. With her free hand, she grabs the side of his face gently, turning him into putty on her hand. She gets on her tiptoes to place a feather-like kiss on his cheek. Spencer could’ve died now and be happy about it, he already feels in heaven. Disappointment flashes across both of their young faces as the moment ends. She steps away from him slowly, not letting his hand go until absolutely necessary. She waves at him right before going down the stairs of the station and the sweet smile she offers him again will accompany him for the rest of the night. He can’t help but thank his eidetic memory for letting him remember her in detail. He also can’t help the wide smile on his face the whole walk back home. Bubbling with excitement to read the book and tell her all about it the next morning.

But, as fate will not have it, his plan gets twisted by a simple call from Hotch like many others he has received before.

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[queen-of-deans-booty]

Feel It In The Morning

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: ~1.4k

Warnings: drinking, implied smut, too drunk to do anything but sleep

Request by anon: Hi! Could I get a Dean x reader based on Feel It In the Morning by Rascal Flatts?? Please and thank you!

Summary: A night of drinking and dancing leads to something special than just a one-night stand. Dean feels like there could be something between you two, but the question is... will you?

whiskey for @spndeanbingo​

“There can be no good without evil” for @spnquotebingo​

“I think I’m adorable” for @spntfwbingo​

Author’s Note: This is unbeta’d and all mistakes are mine. If you have any requests, please send them in!

It’s amazing how well you can get to know someone at a bar when there is alcohol around. You’re a free spirit, never staying in one place for too long, always meeting new and interesting people.

Dean Winchester is no exception.

Beer turned into bourbon, bourbon into wine One drink turned into the rest of the night The way that we were feeling was stronger than a buzz Don't know what to call it, but whatever it was

“Are you sure you want to play this game with me? I’ve done a lot of stuff,” you grin and take a seat at the bar.

To reel in more customers, the owner is hosting a “Never Have I Ever” game that all the patrons are open to play. They get their alcohol at the bar, the bar makes a ton of money, and the owner gets good press as it can be a lot of fun. No one is expected to play, but a lot of people usually do.

“So have I, sweetheart,” he smirks.

“Let the games begin.”

The owner starts the game off easy to get people comfortable with this kind of thing. The more people drink, the more raunchy the questions. The more raunchy the questions, the more you get to know the stranger you’re warming up to. You two have beers in your hands which is perfect for right now. You’ll get to the much stronger stuff later. You need a few beers in you before you do that, though.

“Never have I ever gotten into a bar fight.”

You tip your head back as you gulp down your drink, looking over to see Dean do the same thing.

“What did you get into a fight for?” he asks.

“Believe it or not, it was an accident. I saw this woman get hit on by this man, and it was clear that she didn’t want him. I went over and told him off, and when he didn’t want to leave, I punched him. He punched back, and we got into a fight not knowing that he was talking to a cop. I got arrested that night,” you giggle.

“Rebel,” Dean teases.

“I sobered up, and they let me go the next morning. What about you?”

Dean gets flashbacks to the vampires he killed inside of a bar. It was a closed bar, but a bar nonetheless.

“I hit on a woman not knowing she was already with some other guy,” he lies.

“Bold,” you chuckle.

The game goes on for a few more rounds, and by the time the owner decides to take a little break, you decide it’s time for something stronger.

“I need something stronger if I’m going to keep playing. Do you want anything?”

“Bourbon.”

“Coming right up,” you wink.

Dean has only known you for a few hours, but in that time, he’s gotten to know you like no other woman. Sure, it’s a game, but with a game like this, it’s very easy to read someone based on their answers. If you were a hunter, he would think you’re the perfect woman. You seem so carefree and curious, he couldn't bring you into his life like that. After this game, he is going to retire and go back to the motel room alone.

“What the doctor ordered,” you say referring to the bourbon you handed him when you go back to your table.

The owner comes back to the tiny stage and continues with the game.

“Never have I ever taken more than one person home for the night,” he smirks, earning a few cheers and hollars from the crowd.

Dean is shocked that you drink to this. When you set your glass down, you just smirk knowing he is going to ask about it.

“Are you serious?” he chuckles.

“Some things should remain a mystery, right?”

“You’re something else, you know that?”

“I think I’m adorable,” you wink.

Caught up in each other in the middle of a crowd You lean a little closer 'cause the music's too loud You whisper in my ear you got a little crush I know the liquor's talkin', but when you wake up

The “Never Have I Ever” game went on longer than you thought, so you were pretty drunk by the time it was done. Dean drank a lot more than he wanted to, but with you, he wasn’t worried one bit. Everyone disbanded from the game to dance and play games, and you and Dean are right in the middle of the dancefloor. He doesn’t normally dance, but you’re so magnetic and energetic that he had to.

The alcohol loosens up your inhibitions, letting you move loosely throughout the dancefloor. Dean is right behind you with his hands on your hips. Your back is pressed against his chest as you two move to the beat, your hair sticking to your skin from the sweat. The closer you dance to him, the tighter his grip is on your hips.

“Be careful, Dean, I might take you home,” you grin and turn around so you’re facing him.

“I’m no good for you, Y/N. You don’t want me.”

“If you’re bad, then let me be good. There can be no good without evil, afterall. No you without me.”

Dean knows this is the alcohol talking, but all he can picture is taking you back to his motel room and having his way with you all night. You deserve someone better than him, but he can’t think about anything other than you. Your hands slide up his chest to wrap around his neck loosely, and you pull him down closer to you so that your lips are just a whisper away from his.

“Take me home, Dean Winchester,” you whisper.

“I shouldn’t.”

“It’s more fun when you break the rules.”

Dean can’t resist you any longer, and he finds himself leaning into you, sinking himself into the kiss he knows it coming. The first contact awakens something in you--something you haven’t felt in ages--something that you want to feel for more than just a night.

I know I couldn't sleep it off even if I tried I know this feeling's hanging over for mornin' to night I'm gonna feel it (feel it), so I hope you feel it (feel it) I hope you feel it in the morning

Girl, I hope tomorrow, when you're rolling out of bed It hits you harder in the heart than it hits you in the head I hope you feel it, huh I hope you feel it in the morning

Dean thought this was going to go a lot smoother than this. You drank a lot more than you thought, and as much as you wanted to have hot and dirty sex with Dean, your body was at its limit. As soon as Dean took you through the front door, you passed out in his arms. Normally, this wouldn’t classify as a good time in Dean’s book, but he’s established that you’re not a normal woman.

He’s had a lot of one night stands in the past, but this is one that he doesn’t want to go away in the morning. He sees himself making breakfast for you in the morning, showering with you, and spending all his time with you as much as he can before he has to go. He takes you to bed and wraps you in the blanket before getting next to you on the bed.

Even passed out drunk, you still look beautiful. He’ll remember what you two did at the bar, but will you? You make him feel things he’s never felt before, so he doesn’t want this to go away in the morning. He hopes you feel the same way--not to confuse this feeling with a hangover.

The life he lives isn’t meant for someone as special as you, but he can’t seem to let you go. The smart thing would be to let you go and never look back, but he knows he isn’t going to do that in the morning. In the morning, he’ll have the dreaded conversation about what you remember, but for right now, he’s content just laying with you in bed, watching as your eyes flit back and forth behind your eyelids.

He hopes you’re dreaming of him--dreaming of a life you could possibly have with him.

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[jooyeone]

from the mind that brought you the fluffy hoth hat (seriously, I love that hat), porn producer jk, common room neck kisses jikook, bubbly drunk jimin, monarchists on main pjm + myg, no cuddles no slumber, delicate hobi hands & anime heart-mouth obsession, jimin's jams mixtape, tinypollypockettan, jk's factory reset freckles, fishnets and thigh knife, knowing-fuck-all-about-music rapline ~vibes~, mincho koo, the seokwich, Min Yoongi and The Gummy Worm Nose Scrunch (this is very important to me if you could not already tell), rewatching run bts with ur handholding goggles on, 90s boyband heartthrob magazine cover model jk, "bought this underwear at a convince store" jimin, barbie doll mouth seokjin, tae in the fur coat being both anastasia vibes but also that hyper specific "raided his dead mother's closet for her collection of furs" vibe, min yoongi is the powerhouse of the cell, the haunting vintage abba-esque photoset of the jikook pas de deux, choose ur own adventure ultimate bts lineup, 4¢ for yeon kimin explanations, andrea gibson thigh tat, ⅓ is jung hoseok, yoongi's American Girl Doll Smile™, taegiseok sope opera... I could go on... truly, it would be faster to go back through and list the anons since [chaebol boy king jungkook/indoor weather reserved for the rapline] that aren't mine but like. here we are. some of them can keep on living in anonymous limbo, that's what it's there for. 🤷‍♀️ what can I say... I'm kind of like your local neighborhood semi-feral cat : I have a thought I think you'll enjoy, I throw it through the ask box cat flap for you to find in the morning; sometimes it's a lizard, sometimes it's a rock with lichen that looks eeriely heart shaped, and sometimes it's 150+ words describing in excruciating detail the vibes of the day that the boys are giving off (ꈍ♡ꈍ)✌️

...i have so many things to say to you, you beautifully insane galaxy-brained semi-feral cat. i don’t know what first prompted you to leave these masterpieces into my ask box and not someone else’s, but i feel chosen in the same way i would if a cat climbed up on my lap to sleep on at a party full of passed-out drunks and their very-much-available laps. i’d never move again no matter how many times the host asks me to leave, politely at first, then with a bit of desperation in their voice because “how the hell did this cat even get in here?”, and the fact that you’ve stuck around in my lap for so long is something that i’m grateful for beyond words and ear scratches. you’ve been one of my favorite interactions i’ve ever had on this hellsite since i joined over ten years ago; waking up every morning to “anonymous asked you” + the 10-ish visible words from your message in my activity tab that i could already recognize as yours, has been such a happy little routine for me and it’s been so, so, so much fun to keep up with it almost every day. every single eerily accurate description/short story i’ve received from you i’ve held close to my heart and whatever organ is most responsible for sheer awe and incoherent laughter (lungs?); i’ve taken screenshots of so many of them and sent them to (irl too!) friends and just stood there in our chat in utter disbelief at your words (bubbly drunk jimin completely broke one of my friends, and me as well). i feel like you’ve created a little library corner in this little, poorly-decorated house of mine that you keep growing every day and i sit there, every day, on this old armchair, brushing through the classics you’ve already written until you’re back with a new one. and not to get overly sappy here (bear with me for a moment longer, i’ll let you go back to your catnip in a minute) but truly, thank you so much for all of this, it’s been one of the biggest highlights of my experience here in this fandom and while i hope you don’t leave any time soon, just know that i’m always going to remember those little messages from you as one of my fondest memories on here.

[drneilfox]

Scarlet's Swords: Music Films Book Blog 10 (July 2021)

A rollercoaster of a month emotionally with ‘the book’. So many moments of insecurity and anxiety washed away by a series of related and tangential moments and experiences. I went on annual leave finally, to await the arrival of our new baby and to spend a few weeks as a family with little to no responsibility or expectation beyond that. It was freeing to put on my out of office at work and simultaneously put a quasi-OOO on the book for the foreseeable. It might have been foolish given how far behind where I wanted to be I am currently, but it was liberating.

It caused me to rethink my approach, or at least know I need to (I haven’t done it yet because I’m stepping back a tad). In the downtime away from writing I have been tinkering and moving forward at a snail’s pace. One thing I did was to map out all the films I still need to see or see again, or at least have told myself I need to see or see again. It’s up near the 300. Obviously I can’t watch that many and write and read and edit and submit my first draft in February 2022. So I stopped worrying that I had to. I have been prioritising viewing and making peace with the fact that I can’t see everything. It’s weird how pervasive that sense is when writing about cinema and how hard it is to escape. The feeling that I am writing about something I love and want to share with people is subsumed beneath the fear of being ‘tested’ on my knowledge and the facts of it all (even though I’m not presenting fact) and what ‘gaps’ might tell people about me. This is sometimes stronger than the feeling that I am just a terrible writer writing a book no one has any interest in ever reading. I wonder if that’s my age, or the social media age, the fact that it’s taken me so long to get to this point or some wretched combination of all three.

The writing of the list certainly helped put the next few months into focus and my sketch of a new plan, once I am back in earnest at the desk, looks ok. I’m excited to work through the final films and get the book into even better shape. Other events in July certainly helped. One was finishing a draft of the fifth chapter on my list, on films about making music. It was a slog time wise, because of so many interruptions, but I got there on the final day of ‘work’ before annual leave. So it felt momentous and a good way to sign off for a bit.

There was also the arrival of some films from the U.S. I took advantage of the Barnes and Noble 50% off Criterion Collection sale and the fact that I have a dear, dear friend in New York (thank you JC!) to post stuff to me that would mean avoiding import tax, to get my hands on some classic films. I mainly wanted them for the extras but also because I love them. I picked up A Hard Day’s Night, Gimme Shelter (a July rewatch), Transes and one I’ve never seen, Murray Lerner’s Festival. I also picked up maybe my favourite ever music doc, Les Blank’s A Poem Is A Naked Person, and a box set of Blank’s work which includes a ton of music, music-centric, or music related works that I can’t wait to get stuck into. Blank is fast becoming one of my favourite filmmakers.

July’s watchlist was heavy hitters galore as I was watching and rewatching for my Milestones chapter so films and filmmakers included The Last Waltz and other Scorsese works (is Rolling Thunder Revue his best music film maybe?), Jonathan Demme, Julien Temple and films about the Beatles, Stones and Bob Dylan. Big. One such film was Demme’s beautiful concert film Heart of Gold, focusing on Neil Young not long after surgery for a brain aneurysm. It’s a warm and soulful film and one I saw on DVD, in New York, on a lazy afternoon before heading home, while staying with my friend John Carlin (the JC who sent posted me some DVDs this month). I was tired, I was all New York-ed out, and John put it on and we loved it. It meant a lot, maybe more, than it would normally had because a couple of years earlier I had written a play called How It Plays Out, that John travelled to Luton to perform in as the lead, and in the play he performed a Neil Young song, Only Love Can Break Your Heart. John Carlin is a brilliant songwriter in his own right. Check out his work here and buy Songs From The Black House, it’s one of the best records ever made, Fact. I love him.

I also read the first book that will feature in my book since I started writing back last year (nearly 12 months ago!), Thomas F. Cohen’s Playing to the Camera: Musicians and Musical Performance in Documentary Cinema. It was invigorating. Not only is it a great book, but it reminded me why I am working on mine. I want to be in dialogue with these other works that exist, reach out to and pull from them and survey the land of ideas that is music documentary and the writing on it. I loved Cohen’s style and confidence too. It gave me strength to be more confident about my own writing. It was also nice to see so much time dedicated to Shirley Clarke’s Ornette: Made in America, a truly magnificent doc I loved writing about.

So over the next few months I shall be reading more and more for the book. I am excited. That trip to the BFI library (where I learned of Cohen’s book), really galvanised me, in ways I’m becoming more aware of as I think more and write less.

Don’t forget, you can track what I’m watching (and maybe try and work out which films I’m referring to above and in the note fragments below) via my Letterboxd list, here.

Don’t forget you can listen in to my book themed playlist here.

Here’s what I was listening to while writing in July:

Finally, a bit of fun. Here are my favourite notes from this month’s viewing sessions:

Demme knows

“I just wanna play well and share the stage with my friends”

“He had a lot of ukeleles in the trunk”

Imagine booing one of the greatest live shows ever by one of, if not the, greatest rock n roll backing bands of all time.

Joan Baez’s Dylan impression is bang on.

“I don’t even wanna get in tune”

People lying around everywhere.

Need a shower after watching this.

Babies, planes and Nick Cave

Bob Marley tats and flags

Coke in the nose

Clapton - boring

Bob looks amazing!

“you booed!”

Keroauc’s grave

“I don’t want this shit to work. I hate it”

Bawdy

Ludicrous outfit Mick

Chilly at the heliport

[xianarcissamalfoy]

Curiosity Killed the Kat. Satisfaction Brought her Back. Part 1— Avengers x platonic!OC— Loki x OC

Warnings: The Avengers being rude, mentions of torture, my OC being sassy, a pretty serious chapter, Loki being sweet, probably some other stuff

It was loud. It was annoying. It was, sadly, my alarm clock. Sorry, my name is Katherine Isabella Thomas, but everyone calls me Kit. I turned eighteen two months ago, and I am an Avenger.

My mother is Sarah Wilson-Carter, the younger sister of Sam Wilson; the Falcon. Now, don’t get me wrong. I loved my mother. But when she gave me up when I was nine, I wanted nothing more than to bash her skull in with Thor’s hammer (Sorry, I’m a mythology freak), especially since she gave me up because her new husband made her choose between us. Now, I live with my Uncle Sam. And ever since he became an Avenger, I lived in the compound with him.

I love the Avengers. I loved Captain America and Howard Stark and Peggy Carter (the list goes on) and I especially love Bucky Barnes. I’ve heard all the stories. Steve got his ass kicked in an alley and Bucky somehow always knew and saved him. Steve got the serum and rescued Bucky, the only thing Bucky was concerned about was Steve’s safety. Believe me, the only person that knows more about Bucky is... well, not Bucky that’s for sure. Steve or Natasha, probably.

I’m the baby of the Avengers. I’m a fully grown adult, but to them I’m still eleven years old. Which means, the nickname “Kitten” never went away. I liked when I was a kid, but now it’s kinda annoying. Like when people call me “Kat”. Honestly, any nickname they could come up with is going to be worse than “Kitten” but when you’re eighteen and the only thing you want is to be treated like you’re eighteen (other than a photo with Loki, of course), it gets annoying.

My clock read 8:00 am (wayyy too early when you stay up binge watching Game of Thrones or The Office, binge reading Harry Potter, or binge writing on Wattpad and Tumblr) and I quickly hit stop. I walked to my dresser and pulled on one of the many Black Sabbath t-shirts I stole from Tony.

My bare feet padded along the hardwood floor as I made my way to the dining room where everyone, including Thor and Tony, were. “Morning guys.” I yawned, making myself a cup of coffee.

“Is that my shirt?” Tony furrowed his brows as he played with the hem of it.

“Yeah.”

“So it’s you who’s been stealing my shirts and not Natasha or Wanda?” Tony huffed, pushing my cup out of the way and pouring himself a new one.

“Yeah.”

“Are you just going to keep saying ‘yeah’?” I looked up at him.

“Yeah.” Tony rolled his eyes as he leaned over the island. “You know how much money I could make off of this t-shirt? It’s currently listed at a quarter of a million dollars.” Rhodes let out a long whistle. “I wonder if I can make it to three quarters.”

“Kitten, we have more important things to talk about.” Steve interrupted. “Thor?”

“Thank you, Captain. You’ve all heard me talk about just how much my father hates Loki’s actions.”

“Don’t we all.” Tony muttered, receiving a glare from Thor.

“Anyways, Father has decided that Loki is no longer welcome in Asgard until he repays for his crimes against earth. Mother agrees. I was hoping that he could maybe... stay here? In the basement?” Clint spit out his coffee, choking on it. Natasha lent over to rub his back as I suppressed a giggle.

“Absolutely not. He is not coming within two hundred light years of Bruce and Kit.” I rolled my eyes at Clint’s statement. This is what I mean by overprotective.

“I agree. Having both Bruce and Kit in the compound while Loki is just a few floors underground... that’s not a good idea.” Steve agreed, looking around the table to see nods of agreement. Except from me, Wanda, Pietro, and Vision.

“Apologies, Captain, but I believe it most beneficial for Loki to repent for his crimes against Earth. He may not make it to that stage considering you all want to kill him, but regardless, Thor has repeatedly told you all that that wasn’t Loki who attacked New York. It was the mind stone. And if Loki was mind controlled, who’s to say he was ever truly evil?”

“I agree with the walking microwave.” Pietro spoke up, his hand gently massaging my shoulder. He was my best friend and he knew what I was thinking. “Besides, you forgave Wanda and I for knowingly trying to kill you all, including Kit, what is the difference?”

“You were kids. Loki wasn’t. The mind stone alters your emotions so that whatever you’re feeling is the only thing you can think about. In Loki’s case it was releasing an alien army into New York and killing eighty people.” Natasha growled, trying to hide under her calm demeanor.

“Natasha how many people have you killed?” I spoke up, my voice strong. “How many people have you guys killed, actually?”

“That’s Natasha’s past, Kitten. That’s not who she is now.” Sam reassured me but I merely scoffed.

“She wasn’t under mind control. It might be her past but if we’re going to treat Loki the way you guys are treating him, who’s to say this isn’t a scam? A ruse to get you all to trust her so she can stab you in the back? Do we truly know?” Natasha glared at the island, her grip so tight it began to bend the spoon.

“Kit, stop. This isn’t your decision-“ Steve ordered gently but I ignored him.

“What about you guys? You’ve all killed people. What’s the difference?”

“Those were bad people Kit. That’s the difference.” Bruce sighed, rubbing his eyes.

“But they had families. Friends. Lives ahead of them. Honestly are we any better than HYDRA? Any better than anyone? Who is to say who’s a good or bad person? Who is to put a group of people so high up on the throne, tat they can make such decisions. Is that our job? Because if that’s what the Avengers is all about you guys are idiots. No wonder Ross and all those countries wanted you to sign the Accords.” I snapped, saying the last sentence under my breath.

“Kit, you’re taking this way too personally.” My uncle announced. I chuckled slightly.

“Rule ten: ‘Never get personally involved on a case’.” I argued before turning to Steve. “And what about Bucky? He was mind controlled and we’ve all come to terms with that. Tony is still a bit sore because Bucky killed his parents but he’s trying. Why can’t we do the same for Loki?” I looked up at Thor. “You have my permission.”

“Mine too.” The twins announced together before squabbling over who said it first which ended up in them fighting on the floor. I smiled at the two. Wishing I had a sibling to do that with.

Vision agreed as well, leaving it up to the others. Bruce eventually broke, Sam and Rhodey as well. “Steve, Tony. We know Natasha and Clint aren’t backing down. It’s up to you. Well really and truly it wouldn’t matter because you’re outnumbered but still.” I smirked gently.

“Actually I’ve begun to see Kit’s point.” Clint muttered and all heads snapped towards him.

“You do?” I scrunched my nose.

“I don’t trust him.”

“I never said you needed to.”

“I don’t trust him, but I’m willing to allow him to try and gain some respect. Natasha and I are on the same page. He wasn’t completely in control of himself. I was brainwashed and mind controlled too. I know the trauma that lurks afterwards. If there is a sliver of a chance Loki can change back into the good man that Thor is always talking to Kit about, them why not give him a chance?”

“I guess it’s settled then.” Steve sighed. “Thor, bring him in. Stark, Banner, I know you guys have been working on the power cancelling bracelets. Are they finished?”

“Well there might still be a few kinks left in them. The twins are gonna be our test subjects for the moment. Kit you wanna come?” Tony asked and I shook my head.

“Nah I’ve got something I need to take care of before we’re all out on edge. I’ll see you guys later.” I hopped off the barstool and refilled my coffee before heading to the elevator. “Library please, Friday.” Thor squeezed into the elevator before the doors closed, taking up most of the space.

“Thank you, Lady Kit for standing up for my brother.” I looked up at Thor who was looking at me already.

“Everyone deserves a second chance. But if he tries something, I’ll kill him.” Thor chuckled, patting me on the head.

“You’re cute. And tiny.” Thor blew my threat off quickly. If only he knew it wasn’t quite empty.

When Loki arrived the whole compound was buzzing. Natasha and Sam forced me to suit up, not wanting to take any chances with Loki. Black armored leggings, an armored tank top, green boots that went up to my knees, and a black leather jacket with gold accents. It was my color scheme, because green was the color of my mother’s eyes. I still, to this day, honor her despite what she did to me.

I had a black, leather holster on each thigh and calf, Berretta M9’s on the thighs, daggers with green leather strips on the hilt for grip. It was strange how they let me carry all these weapons and have seen me pull a few triggers but they think of me as innocent.

“Ready Kitten?” Tony asked and I nodded, pushing the double doors open. Loki was standing in the middle of the cell, in trousers and and a green shirt, the sleeves rolled up his elbows. I gasped when he turned to face me, for his eyes were colorless and lips sewn shut.

“Thor we aren’t going to leave him like that, are we?” I questioned before I even got to the quietly speaking group.

“He can’t use magic if he doesn’t have a voice, Kit.” Tony said, patting me on the back.

“Are you serious? I could somewhat understand a gag, but that? You’re fucking with me, right?” They flinched at my tone of voice. I usually don’t cuss in front of them.

“Kit it’s better this way, he can’t-“ Sam started but I cut him off.

“No! It’s not better! He has to be in extreme pain right now and none of you care?!” Even Thor looked to the ground. I scoffed. “Fuck you. All of you.” I walked up to the cylinder, scanning my badge and eye so the door would open.

“Kit. You’re not allowed in there.” Steve said sternly but it was too late. I was already in.

“If I’m not allowed in here then how come you guys programmed it so I could open the doors?” I snapped, not bothering to look back at them. “Loki?” I asked in a gentle voice. He was watching me intently, his eyes trailing over me as I got closer. I held my hand out for him to fake but he flinched away so I pulled it back by my side. “Loki my name’s Katherine, but everyone calls me Kit. I’m eighteen, I love to read and write and draw. Thor is like the older brother I never had. He tells me about you from when you guys were kids. About how you once turned him into a frog and how he secretly enjoyed it despite saying he didn’t.” I smiled at Loki. “Would you like to sit down?” Loki nodded and slowly but surely did. I plopped down next to him and this time, he didn’t flinch away.

“What is she doing?” Sam hissed, getting ready to get me out but Thor held him back.

“She’s treating him like a person.” Thor whispered watching us.

“Bruce can you go grab a first aid kit for me?” I asked and the doctor scurried away. “You can trust me Loki. I won’t let anyone hurt you. Ever.” I held out my hand once more and he tentatively took it. I smiled up at him and rubbed reassuring patterns on his knuckles. “I’m happy I finally get to meet you.” I whispered, and he hummed. His face was bruised and cut, some more recent than others. “Loki, I need to clean you up. Will you let me?” Loki seemed to think about it for a moment before he nodded gently. “Okay. Come on.” I stood and helped him up, on of his arms wrapped around my shoulders to help him walk.

“Where are you two going?” Clint questioned, all of them following us to the elevator.

“FRI take us up to the common room.” The elevator began to move and Loki looked a bit worried. “I’ve got you.” I whispered. When the doors opened back up I steered Loki towards my bedroom, despite the growing protests.

I set Loki down on my bed as I gathered everything I would need and turned the bath water on, pouring some essential oils (lavender and eucalyptus). I checked the temperature before walking back to Loki. Everyone had gathered in my room to protect me but it was obvious that I wouldn’t need it.

After Loki undressed (I looked away, yeesh) Thor helped him down into the water. Loki sighed in contentment under the warm water and soap bubbles. “Can I play with your hair?” Loki nodded and I smiled widely. His hair was knotted, obviously not taken care of in at least a few days. Once I had the conditioner in it (it smells like an English forest in my bathroom now) it was easier to comb out. Loki has his eyes closed throughout it, lifting his neck up now and then when I needed him to. I pulled it into a bun with a scrunchy so I could move on to wash his body.

I poured my lavender soap onto a loofa and gently scrubbed away at the dirt, blood, and grime. Eyes were on me and they definitely weren’t the good kind. I looked up to see the team staring at me. “What?”

“How can you treat him with such kindness, Kit?” Tony asked and I shrugged.

“I guess I’m more compassionate than any of you.” I blew the question off, returning to getting Loki clean, though I did let him do his own.. crotch and ass (I might not be as innocent as everyone thinks but I do shy away from everything sexual. Unless it’s on Tumblr or Wattpad). I rinsed him and Thor helped him climb out and dry off (thank you Thor I’d be as red as Nat’s hair if I had to do it).

Loki looked much more comfortable now that he was in a pair of sweatpants that hung lowly on his hips and a shirt that was too loose, laying back on my bed with his hair fanned out. “Feel better?” He nodded, lips trying to smile but he winced. “Don’t smile. I’m gonna get those out for you, Loki. But it’s going to hurt.” He sighed through his nose as I gently cut and pulled the thread out. It left holes in his gorgeous, pink lips; holes that Thor said would close up in time. As soon as I cleaned up the cuts on his face Loki sat up, mouth opening.

“Thank you.” He croaked out, eyes shimmering with tears. “I didn’t think I’d ever get those out.” Loki’s gaze darted to the floor.

“Well its a good thing you have me now. Because that dick of a stepfather you have is gonna get a piece of my mind if I ever see him.” I threatened, bringing a small smile to Loki’s face. “And you aren’t going back to that cell.”

“Kit, you’re getting ahead of yourself.” Sam warned but I glared it him.

“You guys didn’t really think that once I had Loki looking like himself I’d send him back down there so Heimdall knows what can happen?” I snapped, cleaning up the nightstand where I had set everything.

“Is that.. is that a saying on Earth?” Loki asked me quietly and I shook my head.

“No. I’ve always been interested in mythology, and before your idiot brother got himself exiled that’s what you two were. Norse gods that nobody believed in. Except me and demigods, of course.” Loki looked at me intently. “On Earth, a demigod is the child of a god and a human. That child can have children with other humans or gods and their descendants will always be called demigods.” Loki nodded slowly. “In Norse mythology, you’re the son of Laufey, a woman, and the brother of Odin and brother in law of Frigg, also known as Frigga.”

“Mortals get so many things twisted it’s headache inducing.” Loki pointed out.

“Yeah like the fact that you gave birth to an eight legged horse named Sleipnir who is Odin’s war horse? Or the giant wolf named Frenrir? Or that Hel is your daughter? Everyone knows she’s not.” I rolled my eyes.

“Hel? Why in the nine realms would anyone believe she’s Loki’s daughter?” Thor demanded.

“Well they do look alike.” I offered with a shrug.

“And she does call me Faðir since I accidently let her into the living realms, once.” Loki grimaced.

“Okay enough of this mythology geek talk.” Tony interrupted. “Time to go back to the cell.”

“No.” I said, crossing my arms as I stood in front of Loki.

“Kit, move.” Steve ordered.

“No. What is the old saying... ‘When the mob and the whole world tell you to move, plant yourself like a tree beside the river of truth and say, ‘No, you move.’ So unless you plan on forcing me,” I reached for my thigh holster. “Loki stays.” Everyone looked at each other before Wanda carefully made her way to me.

“You sure you want to do this?” She asked under her breath. “I can go in his head, see if he’s planning something.”

“No. Loki won’t change if we don’t trust him.” Pietro said after speeding over.

“I believe Loki has changed.” Vision agreed, floating over to us. “And I believe Kit is right.”

“What do we do now?” Rhodey muttered. “I don’t want to fight them especially because they have our stongest members on their side.”

“I agree.” Clint sighed. “Alright, kid. Do your thing. But don’t come crying to me when he breaks your heart.” With that Clint hopped into the air vents and was gone.

“God sometimes I hate him.” Tasha grumbled before following suite.

“We should probably trust Kit’s judgement. She was right about Bucky and the twins, after all.” Bruce offered. “This can be like a top secret assignment.”

“An assignment that can go south real fast.” Sam argues. “Kit, step away from him or you’re grounded.” I laughed a little though my expression held no humor.

“The only problem with that is I’m an adult. I can make my own choices and if you refuse to see that then fine. I have friends in high places I’ll go under the radar and you’ll never see me again.” Natasha pokes her head out of my vent.

“It’s true. I trained her how to do so. You’ll never find her especially if she has people on her side.” Natasha disappeared again.

“I hate it when she does that.” Tony mumbled.

“I hate it when you guys treat me like a child but here we are.” I snapped.

“Kit, we’re worried about you. You’ve never acted like this before.” Steve said gently.

“Actually this is the same way she acted for Bucky and the twins, Rogers.” Rhodey turned to Tony. “She’s usually right when it comes to this stuff.”

“You have a point, Rhodey.” Tony sighed. “Alright, kid. You can have the god but he’s wearing the bracelets.”

“Tony really?” Sam threw his hands up in disbelief.

“Yes really, Sam.” Steve stepped in. “I don’t trust Loki but I do trust Kit. You should too.”

“I do trust her-“

“Then let her do this. That’s an order.” Sam stormed out of the room at Steve’s sentence. “Kit, he tries anything, you kill him.”

“Yes sir.” I turned back to the god. “Come on, Loki. Let’s get you settled in.”

[the-house-of-the-nine]

In Mind of Misery: Reflections, Part 5

[Forward:  Since the end of “In Depths Below” the Nine have been busy trying to reclaim Lazarius’ family fortune, rebuilding, and forging new allies.  We are current in the WoW Timeline with this entry, NZoth has risen, the world is in chaos, and now, the Council of Nine are at a disadvantage.  New Readers, please note each of the roleplayers as the following...

[ L.K ] - Lazarius Kashebahl,  Algus Kross, Doctor Whistletorque, Marseille

[ V.D ]  Verzatea Duskflame , Pame

[ S.K ] Siida-Ray Kashebahl

[ K.A ] Koltun Ancientveil

[ J ] Jursol (AND JIMBA!)

And as always, thank you so much for continued support, posting, reblogs, likes and friendly messages!  Please enjoy! ]

[ L.K ]  “This is where we fail most when valuable time could be spent finding my sister and possibly others who are injured with her.”. Lazarius spoke softly; and much more relaxed than either of the three in question.

“You are all right.  There are three factors at play here that I feel you all are overlooking, one...NZoth has risen.  Any use of power be they void, death, blood, spells...it will result in the eyes of the old god noticing.  It will result in our locations being encroached.  We can not forsake Pyravari to wander alone with her trusted, but we cannot allow our own to be struck here either.  Two...”

Lazarius very calmly moved toward Verzatea as he placed a soft mummified hand on her shoulder.

“Kross IS CAPABLE.  He can handle himself.  And would put the least risk on thin resources we already have.  His presence remains unnoticed because he is dead.”. Lazarius glanced back toward Koltun and then turned to face Verza again.

“My sister is dangerous.  Much more when she is unhinged.  The fact that my link with her is severed is cause enough for alarm.  If anyone should be going for her it should be me.  But...”. He tapped the lovely infestation on his side that was currently covered by his tunic.

“Koltun deserves no less respect to aid the woman he loves.  You would risk your neck for me would you not?”. Lazarius gently eased his hand to Verzateas face.

“Patience.  And find reason Confessor.  You cannot overlook his attachment to the Fel either.  Koltun is one of the only, among us who also remains under the radar of Nzoths eyes.” Lazarius finally turned to peer at Koltun.

“See the doctor. Please, for me.  Let him hydrate you at least, and the two of you can leave at nightfall.”

“Come on sthweet cheeksth, I’ll have ya patched up before you can sthay ‘big sthlappy sthquirel sthacks’.”. The good doctor said hopping up and waddling toward the door.

“Oh...and third. If Raelyndia is doing this.  You better all be aware that your may need to turn your attention toward me.  If she somehow has returned from the grave and can manage some sort of magic beyond her life.  And that latches onto me...”.  He shook his head. “I would consider the contingency plan of placing me inside the void forge before I destroy us all...”

[ K.A ]  It was a rare to receive anything but stoicism or playfulness from the demon hunter, his fury reserved primarily for the battlefield and when it was needed to fuel his body through hardship. Such as the flight back to the Bastille. The possibility of losing Pyravari -again-, of failing her -again-, was enough to stoke those reserved fires, letting them flare in a minor display of what most saw before death... and so; apparently, did Verzatea's condescension.

Koltun turned slowly, felfire eyes narrowing dangerously as she spoke and dabbled notes. Thankfully, he had reigned most of himself in and beyond a light growl of warning, he left it at that. She hated inaction as much as he did, he could smell it on her as keenly as her perfume. He could hardly fault her for it, but he would remember what she had said to him this day, even while letting it go for now. And then came Whistletorque...

"oh no... Lazzy-poo you dont mean that do you?" The Blademaster groaned, watching the gnome waddle towards the door. Having no other choice but to obey, he heaved a sigh and started after the doctor, muttering under his breath "big sthlappy sthquirel sthacks....mnhrhm.”

“If N'zoth got a hold of your mind, Snookums, -he'd- go insane instead." Looking back to Laz, he nodded his thanks... albeit grudgingly, and motioned that he wanted to talk before he departed, and hopefully before being dissected by a far too eager gnome.

Tea earned herself a rather childish stuck out tongue.

'Mneh'.

[ V.D ]   The uncertainty Verzatea reserved within remained bottled up, but still she couldn't help but doubt the success rate of this half assed plan... And she had to wonder why the uncertainty and unpredictability of what awaited them never concerned anyone but herself. That was an internal issue she'd have to handle in time, whether it her fault for not having more faith, being too over protective or whatever the issue was.

Either way, Lazarius's shushing the Confessor was not amusing but as her thought softened, her narrow eyed glance his way was followed up with the woman making a face toward Koltun. Tit for tat. Though her demeanor, along with Pames, would relax after. No ill will, merely concern.

"Very well Lazarius," she concedes at last, promptly marking a line through her last written note before she'd wiggle the quill toward Laz.

"Then my biggest concern henceforth, with the issue of the Harbinger resolved, is your well being, and The well being of those in your immediate vicinity."

[ J ] Jursol stood silent as she listened to what was being said. Her eyes watched everyone closely as she thought to herself. She was unsure what exactly to say at this time. Thinking of where the missing woman could be did worry her. It was clear she was well loved, and someone they needed to find alive.

Wondering to herself if the Loa could, or even would help with this. While she was amused at how the siblings would bicker, there was a clear threat to worry about. One that could destroy everything they all held dear. She held herself upright as she kept a calm expression on her face. It was clear she was ready to do anything she could to help. These were her family now. Already she cared for each one of them. Even Pame.

[ L.K ] “Then since this mission will require us to be at our most stealthy and subtle; Pame and I will take point.  Wherever we plan to go.  Jursol and her raptor entourage may watch our flank, and Confessor; I suggest you stay close to our Inquisitor since your warding could prove most helpful if we are ambushed.”.

Marseille held both hands on his belt; one against the edge of his hatchet while the other rested on his spoon.  The large serving spoon he’d kept since the night of the infamous Dawnseeker Massacre.

“There was a small grotto hidden away beneath the southern edge of the Ghostlands in Quelthalas; there was a laboratory Raelyndia kept there.  That was my lead and where I was heading first.”.

Lazarius said as he peered between the four others.

“*We can get passage to Quelthalas from the Horde capital; and go by cart to the southern border before needing to walk.”

[ V.D ]   Gently Tea closes her book, promptly expressing as though speaking to everyone -- especially given she pointedly looks at each individual,

"I trust any of you with my life, and Id protect you all with mine," her eyes move toward Lazarius before her small smiling lips would part to express,

"If you intend for us to leave as soon as possible Id like to request atleast an hour to prepare? What awaits us is unknown, the old Mistress was quite crafty-," she pokes her finger into Lazarius side where the eye can be found,

"So... In the event that something goes wrong, I'd like to ensure all will be well here."

Her eyes move to the door where last her daughter had been whisked out of. Quite suddenly the floor would become a more interesting place to look rather than admit her selfish fear of dying without at least saying goodbye to her own child. Such strange insecurities the Confessor held.

[ L.K ]  “One hour it is.  Verza, please take me to Brin.”. In an odd turn of events for most there but probably more shocking Verza, Laz wanted to see his daughter as well.  He seemed to have the same sentiment about wanting to see her one more time.

Before he would leave though; one last glance was made toward the Shal’dorei Shade who oversaw the subterfuge of Lazarius’ operation. He knew exactly what that look meant and would certainly address it before they left.

Marseille stood with the troll and Kaldorei and thumbed the edges of the bandolier with his throwing knives. “Ancient Queldorei witch ruins...I would bet booby traps.  And plenty.”

[ V.D ]   "Foolish to think it's quite so simple as walking in, and walking out,"

Pame agrees, her attention finally moving from the intimidating demon hunter. The flare of the Kaldoreis nostrils were the only sign of expression on the womans otherwise stoic facade, purple skin glowing in the dim lighting of the library. Itd cast a ghostly expression, deepening the bags beneath her eyes and exagerrating the dip of her cheeks from skin stretching taut over her bones.

Though she was anything but ill or malnourished, simply... Tired. Likely from all the fucking sparring,  but for a woman who loved sword play it wasnt much she could complain about.

"Alas, between the three of us... A timeless scholar, a wilderness amazonian and an ex-abomination huntress, not to mention the Confessor-,"Pames silver eyes fixate solely on Mars after acknowledging Jursol - who surely would've been brought into the conversation - as if to coax an answer from him,

"One still has to wonder... Is it enough of a chance against the likes of this Raylen?"

Such was a conversation Verzatea wouldn't indulge. "Of course," Tea acknowledges Lazarius. Her focus was on the Inquisitor, one hand wrapping about the elbow of the Inquisitor before she'd begin to guide him from the library. All the while she was a troubled smile.

[ J ]   Jursol nodded as she and Jimba gave agreeing nods or sounds. Pressing her lips together, Jursol whistled softy in a pattern. The sound seemed to be a call to Mawa. A faint distance souls echoed though the place.

“It be our pleasure to help all dat we can. We can’t be leaving one our own behind. It be time for action. Den we can plan our next moves once all are accounted for, alive.”

Deep down she knew many died, and many more will die. However now was not the time to think they way. It was time to hunt and return the missing one.

[ V.D ]   A twitch of the ear would be the greatest indication of a reaction from Pame with the spoops besides the kaldoreis eyes fixated solely on Jursol. She'd lean closer after a moment, murmuring in an affirming tone,

"The foolish who challenge us in this journey will tremble in the afterlife once we've finished with them."

[ J ]   Jursol grinned at the idea of forcing enemies to submit, to make them suffer even in death would please her, and her Loa. She whispered back softly still with a damaged grin.

“Dey will know da power of Bwonsamdi. In death will they tremble before him. We shall see ta that.”

Nodding in agreement to Pame.

[ L.K ]  “I will be content with just knowing how the Master will get out of this.  I do not foresee his fallen Mistress having any way of deterring us that would be conventional in its genetics. This is all dangerous water to tread.  Those who follow NZoth that get in our way though...”. Marseille gave a wicked smirk as he flipped one of his knives out on one of his fingers.

“Let them come...”

[ V.D ] "I imagine a I'll use this hour to pack, however," Pame nods at once,

"After all... I hardly imagine loose, casual attire such as this will offer me the advantage of resilience to most attacks- If any are to come. Better safe than sorry," she snorts, swiftly bowing her head toward both troll and shaldorei,

"Might you both find good use of this hour yourselves."

[ L.K ] Marseille peered toward the elven woman as his silvery eyes narrowed. He would take several strides toward the exit now as he made very little effort to converse any further.

“I think I will see to a few loose ends before we depart. . . “

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To Be Continued in: In Mind of Misery: Wrath, Part 1

[hamilton-one-shots]

Hamilton High School AU 22

Alexander popped the phone onto a charger and waited for the screen to light up. When it did, he saw that the lock screen was Lafayette and a few old friends in front of the Eiffel Tower. He looked happy. At least, he looked substantially happier than the last time Alexander saw him. He sighed and added Lafayette's new number before texting him. [Laf: hey, its alex. marta gavme ur old phon. can we tak l8r? its imprtnt.] Then he switched to texting John. [John: hey, marta gav me lafs old phon 4 now.]

Both were headed back to class after lunch, though Lafayette was more nervous to respond. [Yes, of course, but it will have to wait a while. I have drama and we're talking to John after that.]

[I'm glad to hear that. I missed you. : )]

Alexander opened his laptop to work on something for the debate society, cringing as Lafayette's text tone rang through. 'Salut! New message, Monsieur! Meow!' Even Lafayette now would be annoyed by it.  [Laf: it ok. I jus wana tak. Hav fun in drama :)] He hoped he sounded friendly enough. The last thing he wanted to do was panic Lafayette. [John: i talked 2 marta a lot. I feel beter 4 it. Oh! Also took my meds] [...do u thnk Tomas gets angry spels?] [no, ignor tat. It's dum. Jus thinkin 2 much. Bored @ hoem.]

Lafayette was the first to respond with a simple [Thank you, I'll see you then.]

[I'm glad you feel better! Can't have my love feeling too bad ❤] [I'm also proud of you for taking your meds 💗] It was mushy, but it was John. He was usually like that. At least he was with Alexander. When the second set of messages came through, he frowned a bit. [Jefferson's just a stupid bully. I've known that for a while now, you know.] [Don't let him get to you.]

Alexander sighed. He couldn't blame John for thinking that way after what he did to him. [sry, just didnt tink ne1 cud b tat much of n ass w/out reson]

[I see where you're coming from, but Jefferson isn't like you. He doesn't care.]

John had a point, but... It was worth a shot. He logged into Facebook and pulled up his messages with Jefferson. [dnt b men to laf in drama]

[Anything for you <3 xx]

[dnt do tat. im tryin to b sivil]

[You just wanted to message me, didn't you? ;) xx]

[no.]

[Why? Besides, I'm meant to be working, boo <3 xx]

[4get it] Alexander dropped back to his pillow with a huff, holding the phone to his chest. This wasn't going anywhere. [jus bored. Go bck 2 studyin]

[Yes sir <3 xx] Thomas chuckled and strode into class with Lafayette and Hercules, where Alexander usually joined them, and sat beside the pair. "Smile, Mulligan. You use less muscle."

"When you drop, I will." He shot back.

"Now, now, I've been given specific instructions to be nice to Laf. I plan on following them." Thomas grinned.

Lafayette shifted to be a bit closer to Herc. He didn't feel like starting a fight with Thomas that day and didn't want Hercules to feel he had to. "If you really wanted to be nice to me, you'd kindly fuck off." He smiled, speaking low enough so that the teacher wouldn't hear, but loud enough for Thomas to hear him clearly.

Thomas nodded. "As you wish." And he... actually left?

"What's up with that?" Hercules asked.

"I don't know.. Maybe we should just enjoy this while it lasts."

[Laf asked me to move and I did. That's being kind, right? 😉 xx]

[i gess... thnx?].

[Don't mention it. See? I can be nice 💗 xx]  [What am I going to get in return? Or do I move back to sitting next to them? xx]

Alexander froze, feeling his heart jump wildly in his chest. [wat do u meen...?]

[I mean xx] [Either we start 'getting along' if you catch my drift, I'll play nice. I'll be nice to Laf, I'll be nice to Herc; hell, I'll even be nice to your Johnny 💗 xx] [We've just got to spend some time together, that's all xx] [Or I can go find John now. He's probably in the library, right? xx]

[nO] [dnt do that] [pls] He panicked, typing back quickly, biting his lip.

[Then let's hang out. Sit with me in lunch tomorrow when you're back. Then come to mine after school. I'll even drive us. OR I'll get John. xx]

Poor Alexander whimpered in panic. This wasn't what he wanted. Not in the least. [ok] He looked back to his conversation with John. [John, u cnt come ovr 2day. im 2 sick.]

John furrowed his eyebrows and took a break from drawing. [What? Are you sure? I asked Martha earlier and she said it'd be fine if I went over and visited you...] [And Lafayette asked me to come over, probably to talk about what they know.]

Crap, that was right. Alexander almost forgot. [sry, just havn an episod. frekd out fr a sec] He curled up and whimpered. He was scared... And he needed John now more than ever, but he wasn't going to let Thomas come near him, not after what he'd done to him. He had to take care of this himself. He switched back to Facebook. [tomas, im not sure about this...]

[So you'd rather me go back to sitting next to him and start something? Ooh, I know, I could tell him how hot he looks in skinnies 😉 xx]

Alexander jumped up. [no dnt] [sorry jus] [pls dnt do nythin] [pls] [tomas?] [thomas] [anser] [o god] [dnt hve dne nything] [pls] [tomas!]

[Chill. Eacker was looking this way so I had to hide my phone xx] This was a lie. Thomas had waited a few minutes before responding purposefully to scare poor Alexander. [Good to hear you screaming my name tho xx]

[stop pls]

[How'd you manage to misspell my name when it's on the screen in front of you? 😜 xx]

[pannic]

[Aww... don't panic 💗 I'm gonna look after you, I promise xx] He looked over at Lafayette and Hercules and smiled.

Lafayette glared back at him. "I'm going to get to the bottom of this..."

"Please be carerful.." Hercules kissed his cheek.

After school, Lafayette took a chance and sat beside Thomas for drama. "Hello, Thomas."

Thomas raised an eyebrow at him. "Since when do you talk to me?"

"I just thought I could ask you for some advice. Do you have any tips for playing Veronica sawyer?"

This sparked his interest. "There's not much to it. She's a high school chick trying to fit in. Sort of a sassy girl next door."

"I see.." He nodded. "And I wanted to apologize for our prank last night. I remember how hard it was for John to have to raise his siblings."

"Forget about it. Lucy's a kid. These things happen." He pulled out his script. "So, are you okay with Dead Girl Walking? Because we're going to have to practice that scene at some point and I don't want it to be awkward when we do." As if he cared. He only had to be nice to Lafayette.

Laf couldn't help but shudder a bit ,though he was able to keep it to himself. "It's just acting. No harm done. I'm sure Herc won't mind."

Thomas nodded. "You're right. He shouldn't."

Before Lafayette could comment on what Jefferson was obviously trying to do, Eacker stumbled in, apologizing for being late once again before announcing their roles. Of course, Lafayette was Veronica Sawyer and Thomas Jefferson was Jason Dean.

"See? You know me. It won't be so bad."

Though, of course, it was the fact that Lafayette knew him that made it bad.

"What scene are you two talking about?" Eacker asked as he passed the pair.

"Dead Girl Walking. Just hoping it won't be too awkward."

Eacker smiled. "Well, nothing like breaking the ice."

Wait, what?

"We're all friends here. We were going to head on stage anyways to practice a few scenes. Why not this one?"

Oh, god, were they really doing this now? Lafayette stood up and took a deep breath before following everyone out to the auditorium. It's just acting.

Thomas was too busy texting to worry.

[i dnt like tis] [im scared] [pls dnt taek it owt on laf] [i jst dnt want 2 go hoem w/ u] [sorry sory sorry] [nything els, u got it] [jus dnt ruin drma 4 laf] [dnt go neer Jhon] [John*] [pls] [pls] [pls]

[No. We've got a deal, babe. I'll behave if you do as I say. Laf's acting now; y'sure you wanna go back on this nooooow? 😉 xx]

[nO] [pls] [leev hm aloen] [il b good] [its fien] [il go w/ yu] [srry]

[Good choice 💗 xx]

Alexander changed the password on the phone to some complicated pattern before putting it down on the bed... then beginning to tremble. He hopped up from the bed before practically sprinting across to Lafayette's room and launching himself at John. Poor Rosie barely had time to leap out of the way. She hissed disapprovingly as she knocked her paw before returning to her basket as Alexander buried his face in John's chest, shaking like a leaf. He kept his arms wrapped around John's waist in the same vice like fashion he had before when he was scared John would leave him.

John didn't ask any questions. He didn't have to ask what happened. He had a good feeling. He texted Jefferson to confirm his beliefs. [What did you do to Alex? Leave him alone. If you're doing this to hurt me, just come after me instead. If you're not, come after me anyways. Leave him out.]

Thomas chuckled. How cute. But he couldn't respond yet. He got on stage with Lafayette and watched him act as the song began.

"The demon queen of high school has decreed it. She says Monday, 8 am I will be deleted. They’ll hunt me down in Study Hall, stuff and mount me on the wall. Thirty hours to live. How shall I spend them? I don’t have to stay and die like cattle. I could change my name and drive up to Seattle. But I don’t own a motorbike. Wait, here’s an option that I like. Spend these thirty hours getting’ freaky! Yeah! I need it hard, I’m a dead girl walking! I’m in your yard, I’m a dead girl walking! Before they punch my clock, I’m snappin’ off your window lock. Got no time to knock, I’m a dead girl walking." As much as Lafayette dreaded the scene, he wasn't about to half ass it.

"V-veronica..? What are you doing in my room...?" It was... unclear if Thomas was acting or not. It was either excellent acting ability... or Lafayette had genuinely caught Thomas off guard and scared him half to death. Either way, it certainly fit the role.

"Shh!" Lafayette looked back at Thomas with a sultry expression, grabbing his shirt collar. "Sorry, but I really had to wake you. See, I’ve decided I must ride you ‘till I break you ‘cause Heather says I gotsta go. You’re my last meal on Death Row. Shut your mouth and lose them tighty whiteys! Come on! Tonight I’m yours! I’m your dead girl walking." He pushed him down to his knees, lost in the role. "Get on all fours, kiss this dead girl walking. Let’s go, you know the drill. I’m hot, and pissed and I'm on the pill. Bow down to the will of a dead girl walking." He kneeled down and held his face. "And you know, you know, you know, it’s cause you’re beautiful. You say you’re numb inside but I can’t agree. So the world’s not fair? Keep it locked out there. In here it’s beautiful! Let’s make this beautiful!"

"Shh!" Lafayette looked back at Thomas with a sultry expression, grabbing his shirt collar. "Sorry, but I really had to wake you. See, I’ve decided I must ride you ‘till I break you ‘cause Heather says I gotsta go. You’re my last meal on Death Row. Shut your mouth and lose them tighty whiteys! Come on! Tonight I’m yours! I’m your dead girl walking." He pushed him down to his knees, lost in the role.

Thomas felt his knees click as he dropped, but it was totally worth it. Lafayette looked an image of perfection and coupled with those lyrics... Thomas felt like he could take him there and then.

"Get on all fours, kiss this dead girl walking. Let’s go, you know the drill. I’m hot, and pissed and on the pill. Bow down to the will of a dead girl walking." He knelt down and held his face.

It took all of Thomas' restraint not to go back on his 'deal' with Alexander. Whether or not getting in Lafayette's pants was his focus, he was undeniably gorgeous.

"And you know, you know, you know, it’s cause you’re beautiful. You say you’re numb inside but I can’t agree. So the world’s not fair? Keep it locked out there. In here it’s beautiful! Let’s make this beautiful!"

"Th-that works for me!" He exasperated before yanking Lafayette into a kiss. It was rough and messy... but at least it fit the scene.

It was going to take the power of every god to wash that taste from Lafayette's mouth. It tasted like.. Like.. Jefferson. And he hated it. But he didn't act like it. He kissed back just as roughly because it wasn't Lafayette kissing Thomas, it was Veronica kissing JD. And it was too late to back out then, so he kissed back and continued the song afterwards. "Yeah! Full steam ahead! Take this dead girl walking!

"How'd you find my address?"

"Let’s break the bed! Rock this dead girl walking!"

"I think we tore my mattress!"

"No sleep tonight for you! Better chug that Mountain Dew!"

"Okay, okay.."

"Get your ass in gear! Make this whole town disappear!"

"Okay, Okay!"

"Slap me, pull my hair! Touch me there, there, and there!" Lafayette didn't know what was worse, the fact that Thomas' hands were all over him or the fact that he was the one guiding them. At least he got to slap him. "No more talking!"

"Woah!"

"Love this dead girl walking!"

"Woah, woah! Hey, hey! Yeah, yeah!"

"Love this dead girl walking!"

"Love this dead girl! Woah, woah! Hey, hey! Wait, wait!"

They finished out the song in sync. "Love this dead girl! Yeah, yeah, yeah!"

"Ouch!"

"YEAH!”

“YEAH!"

As soon as the song was over, Lafayette got off of Thomas and caught his breath, smiling at the class a bit. He knew they did amazing. And he hated it.

Thomas looked like a mess. His hair was sticking up all directions and his face was glowing crimson. Thomas was no virgin, but he hadn't expected Lafayette to carry out the scene so well, or convincingly. He pulled himself to his feet, joining the applause for Lafayette and himself before offering a hand to help pull Lafayette up from the floor.

"See? You're both fine. Nothing to worry about." Eacker chirped with praise. "It helps when it's a friend there, right?"

"Right." Thomas piped back before returning back to his seat with Lafayette. "...so do I owe you a cigarette or...?" He laughed lightly, attempting to tidy his hair.

Lafayette rolled his eyes, holding his arms that much closer against his chest.

When class drew to a close, Thomas put his script back into his rucksack and swung it over his shoulder. "You're a great actor, Laf. Really. I mean that. I'll catch you tomorrow.," he complimented before waving him off and leaving the room, finally texting John back. [/I've/ done nothing. I haven't seen him today. Besides, he's /your/ boyfriend. You fix him xxx]

As Lafayette followed behind him, surrounded by his classmates, he felt conflicted. He loved acting, but it felt wrong doing that scene with Jefferson.

When Lafayette came out of the classroom, surrounded by various other drama members full of praise and compliments, Hercules bit his lip. This was something Lafayette was 1. Obviously passionate about and 2. Very good at. Hercules's jealousy would have to step aside. Instead, he greeted Lafayette with a supportive smile, pretending he hadn't just seen that scene. "Hey you! Someone's popular!" He hummed. "John headed back to yours early to see Alex. Are you ready to go?"

He nodded and faked a smile. "Yes. Let's go." He kissed his cheek and walked home with him.

When John and Alexander heard the pair arriving, the latter froze up a bit. Not only did they have the talk to do, but he hadn't gotten around to apologizing to Lafayette and he believed him to still be mad.

They entered the room and mumbled a few greetings before sitting down, even Rosie leaving the room as she sensed the tense atmosphere.

John was the first to break the silence.

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Disney and Netflix ain't sittin in a tree anymore...

You all do realize that Disney owns the newer Star Wars films and when they leave Netflix in 2020 (I think) those go too? Of course if you are a fan you own The Force Awakens and Rogue One, but still, just wanted to mention it in case anyone hasn't realized what this means. Personally I think its a bad move on their part. Yes they want their own streaming app and to make money on its subscribers, but you have to look at what CBS did and learn from it Disney. CBS basically shoved its entire audience into a locker when it moved to a "mine! Mine! MINE!" Attitude and started charging $7 a month for access to their content. To this day, if you look around there is a lot of ire for CBS and this move. And no, a new Star Trek series exclusive to your app is NOT going to make up for what you did or get you all those millions of paid subscribers. I personally suggest you rethink and worst case, you keep some content in Netflix and some in say Hulu where you can have your own paid section and put a few exclusives in there then make them free/public on Netflix after a while. I wonder how how is going to affect Hulu since they get some Disney stuff in their library including Rogue One. Man the "watching tv and movies" world has changed SO MUCH in the last 10-20 years! Remember when you went to the theatre for trailers? Now you see them weeks months or years before the film online. Remember when you sat down to watch a movie and had to put it into the VCR or DVD/BR player? Even I am glad that is done, I hated digital movies at first but now I won't even buy digital games. I do buy DVDs to own and rip so I have offline shows and movies, and rip my personal collection (working on tat for 10 years!). I also miss UHD's indie premieres. I saw so many great films that way. I was happy to see Apples store pick up this too, and a few other methods to see new content have appeared (some gone some still here) as well. This all reminds me of two things.. 1) WHen Disney started doing tons of poor quality direct to dvd sequels of classics. 2) Trying to find the VCR+ code to record the repeats of Star Trek DS9 after the news so I could watch in stereo (yes, stereo!) from my bed after my friends left on a Sat night.

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Illustrations are great I looked at many different books on needlework and this was the best one I could find. The illustrations are great and easy to follow. The directions are clear and also easy to follow. I have found others that are similar but the directions are not as clear and there were no pictures. If you are looking for something that could be used as an introduction to needlework, this would be it. Go to Amazon

This is a good reference book to have. Although, it is somewhat dated, It has a lot of good information. It is one of the best reference books and should be reprinted with an update. It covers nearly every kind of needlework, except punch needle and needle felting with wool. Go to Amazon

Most Complete Guide Ever!!! I had a copy of the Complete Guide to Needlework in the 1980's (as soon as it came out) and used it faithfully for years. In the early 2000's I lent it to a teenage friend of mine who enjoyed it so much she kept it. Go to Amazon

Complete is the clue Wanted this Guide for my granddaughter, as she is interested in learning needle crafts. It has almost anything you want to know about so many crafts with detailed instructions. I think everyone should have this book if they are just learning or need to brush up on a craft you forgot you like. Can hardly wait to see her first trials. She wanted me to teach her how to crochet, I am right handed and she is left handed. The instructions give details for either. It is the best guide I have ever used. I know that it will assist her more than I ever could. Go to Amazon

This is a most excellent and complete guide to needlework This is a most excellent and complete guide to needlework. Although it's an older publication that may miss the most recent needlework fads, it has everything up to the publication date, in excellent detail. Very good guide for those who have forgotten a method or who want to learn new ones. Go to Amazon

Five Stars Superb needlework book! Good book...just what I needed! Five Stars Five Stars Five Stars I love this book Five Stars Five Stars Five Stars