#there is no rhyme or reason for the gifs chosen and it is the first of about 10 million i plan of doing for this because every

[neverswungonswingingstars]

Sam Reid as Dale 'babygirl' Jennings in The Newsreader

[trick-r-treat421]

Chapter 4

Riley’s POV:

Over the last few days Noah and I had texted a little more, coming up with a game plan for our date. The closer it got the more butterflies I felt in my stomach. The day had come, and I’d barely been able to eat, I was so nervous.

It has been a long time since I’d let myself date, I’d pushed everyone away after what happened with Tate. I figured it was better to be alone, if you don’t let anyone in you can’t get attached therefore no one can hurt you. However, it does get incredibly lonely when your only companion can’t talk back.

That companion wasn’t very helpful when it came to picking out what to wear either. I’d already gotten a shower and put on a black bralette and matching thong. That’s as far as I had gotten though. I swear it felt like I’ve been standing in this same spot staring at my closet for the good part of an hour at this point, my hair still wrapped up in a towel on top of my head, lost in my anxiety filled thoughts.

Hades had long ago given up on me and lay across the rug, head on his paws, staring up at me with his big golden puppy dog eyes. Looking at the clock I had just over an hour before we were set to meet at the ice cream parlor he’d chosen, and it sent me into a frenzy.

With no rhyme or reason, I started gathering random items of clothing and spreading them out on the bed trying to find something to wear. Occasionally I’d hold something up and look over to Hades who would either huff or tilt his head to one side. He was obviously over my bullshit, but I loved him for always staying close.

Eventually I landed on fishnets under a pair of black ripped skinny jeans, a black cropped top, and an oversized black and white flannel shirt hanging loosely overtop. I didn’t want it to look like I was trying too hard you know. I made my way to the bathroom where I pulled my hair up into little space buns, leaving a strand framing both sides of my face, then worked on a simple smokey eyed look and a nude lip. I’ll admit I was a little rusty when it came to doing my makeup, but it came together pretty nicely, and I even walked out of the bathroom with a small smile on my face.

Lastly, I put on my jewelry, a few rings on each hand and a choker, and pulled on a pair of black lace up boots. You know the type with a little platform heel to give me those few inches I apparently needed. Giving myself a good once over in front of my floor length mirror, I decided it was the best I was going to be able to do. “How do I look?” I ask spinning around, striking a pose with one leg kicked out to the side, awaiting Hades’ judgement.

He immediately sat up and gave me a loud bark before sticking his tongue out. It was all the approval I needed. I crouched down ruffling the thick fur around his neck and giving him a quick kiss on his nose, silently thanking him for always being my support system.

I quickly let him out to do his business, checked his food and water bowls, and headed towards the door telling him I’d be back later to share all about my evening. With a deep breath I grabbed my mini backpack, slinging it over one shoulder, and stepped out into the late afternoon/early evening sun. I quickly locked the door behind me and set off in the direction of Tony’s Ice Cream.

Noah’s POV:

Riley and I had agreed to meet up at 6:15pm for ice cream. It was now a few minutes past. I was starting to get antsy as I sat on a bench outside the shop waiting. I hadn’t been on a date in a while and apparently, I wasn’t above the first date nerves. Don’t get me wrong, I’d had some hook-ups over the last year, but no one had really caught my eye or stuck out for more than one night of fun. At least not until I met Riley, the girl had some kind of vice grip on my mind.

Pulling my hands from the pockets of the leather jacket I wore over my hoodie I pull my phone from my jeans. Fidgeting with it for a moment I decide to shoot her a text asking if we’re still on, my knee bouncing uncontrollably. I’m about halfway through typing out the text when I catch someone stop in my peripheral.

“You look like you’re about to bolt.”

Looking up I see she’s standing a yard or so away with her fingers looped through the straps of her mini backpack, a nervous smile gracing her full lips.

My eyes roam from her boots up to her face, stopping momentarily on the skin not covered by the crop top. I’m caught off guard with how different she looks today, her hair done up in cute little buns instead of a messy ponytail. Her makeup was done, and her eyes sparkled in the evening sun. I didn’t know how it was possible, but she looked even more beautiful than either time before.

“Woah… you look amazing!” I say standing and pocketing my phone immediately, a goofy smile spreading across my face.

“Thanks, you don’t look to bad yourself.” She says shifting on her feet as a slight blush spread across her cheeks and her gaze lowers to the ground.

I fight the urge to reach out and lift her chin to bring those brilliant eyes back to mine. Instead, I motion towards the doors before asking “Shall we?”

Nodding, she steps up as I pull the door open allowing her to walk in before following. We take a few minutes to scope out the different flavors before ordering. She opts for two scoops of coffee chocolate chunk in a waffle cone while I get a double scoop of vanilla in a waffle cone, adding chopped peanuts, caramel sauce, and cherries on top.

Once we reach the register, she goes to pull out her wallet. I stop her saying it’s my treat. Of course, she tries to argue but I insist and after bickering a moment she finally gives in. With a triumphant smile I pay, thank the server, and we head back outside, holding the door for the both of us again.

Once the door closes behind me, I bump her shoulder just as she takes the first lick of her ice cream. “You know I’ve heard rumor Tony, the owner, has ties to the mafia.”

“Should I be worried you took me here for a first date?” she asks, raising an eyebrow.

Smirking down at her I shake my head, “No, they have the best ice cream around. Just don’t ask to see their freezer and you’ll be alright.” I pause for effect before teasing her, “I’ve heard the pumpkin spice fall flavor is amazing. I for sure thought you would go for it.”

“How dare you assume I’d be a basic bitch!” she exclaims rolling her eyes and feigning hurt. “You on the other hand…” she says eyeing my vanilla before looking back to me with pursed lips.

Laughing, I hold up my free hand in surrender as I bring the cone up enjoying my simplistic choice. “Hey, you can’t compete with a good vanilla. Though I’m not sure I’ve ever tried coffee flavored ice cream.”

She shrugs, “You did invite me for coffee or ice cream. Why can’t I have both?” She takes another lick as we begin walking down the sidewalk with no destination in mind.  “At least you didn’t get mint chocolate chip! That toothpaste tasting abomination...” She adds wrinkling her nose.

 “That was my second choice.” 

“You would!” She shakes her head in disbelief as a smile spreads across her face showcasing her perfect teeth as she bumps my side, unable to reach my shoulder.

After another few leisurely steps, I pick one of the cherries up by the stem, leaning my head back, placing it between my teeth and sucking in into my mouth before discarding the stem into the closest trashcan. Riley’s eyes following the cherry every step of the way.

“If you’re wondering, yes I can.” I say eyeing her as I chew the cherry.

“You can what?” She asks confused.

“Tie a knot with the cherry stem.” I state, smirking at her before taking another lick of ice cream.

“Oh… your tongue game is the last thing on my mind!” She retorts as her eyes return to the sidewalk, the reddening of her cheeks betraying her. “I just wanted a cherry.”

My smirk only grows as I watch the effect I’m having on her. Silently I pick another from my cone and place it on top of hers, earning a smile.

“Thank you. I almost got some but didn’t think they’d mix well with my choice of ice cream.” She says shyly before using her tongue to maneuver the cherry into her mouth, a small moan of enjoyment escaping as she savors it. Now it’s my turn to look away. Touché Riley, touché.

Eventually we end up at a playground a few blocks down the street. It was now abandoned as the sun sets; families all having returned home for dinner and to escape the autumn chill setting in. Finishing the last of our cones and discarding the napkins in the trash, I follow her as she makes her way to the swing set.

She sets her backpack on the ground before plopping down and grabbing hold of the chains. I post up beside her and we lazily swing with our feet still planted on the ground, talking, getting to know each other, and just overall enjoying the others’ company.

We talk about what we do and where we work. She works in a customer service call center but apparently hates it. I tell her I’m a mechanic and my friends and I own our own garage, Like a Muffler.

It takes a more somber turn when she asks if I’m originally from here. I’m not. I explain that I’d lost both my parents young, lived with my grandparents for a while, then bounced around from friends house to friends house, really anywhere I was provided a couch to crash on. I turned to music as an escape and eventually found my friend group. We formed a band and had some mild success in our hometown but moved here for better opportunities. Unfortunately, we never took off like we’d hoped and turned to our secondary dream of owning our own garage and getting to work on a variety of cars. Thats exactly what I have done for the last few years.

I asked the same question of her. She gives a sad smile and returns my honesty with her own. When she was 15 her parents were killed by a drunk driver. All she had left was her 19-year-old brother, Tate, who she was very close with. He dropped out of college and returned home to help take care of her. He got a full-time job and took night classes at the local community college to finish his degree. She worked after school to help, and they scraped by. Right after she graduated high school, he got a job offer here he couldn’t refuse so they moved leaving behind everything and everyone she’d ever known. She ended up taking some classes at a local community college and had a part-time job she really enjoyed. They were finally doing well and enjoying life again, but it came to a halt when she was 20. Tate was killed in a robbery gone wrong after leaving a bar where he’d met up with some coworker for drinks. The cops showed up to inform her the next morning. The only thing that kept her going was Hades. Tate had given her the puppy as a Christmas present shortly before his passing. She’d talked about wanting a dog for years and that was his final gift to her. After he died, she struggled, dropping out of her courses, and found a full-time job to make it by. Now here she was, just her and Hades.

She grew quiet as I glanced over to see a single tear rolling down her cheek as she gazed up at the stars. She looked angelic under the glow emanating from the distant streetlamps and I wanted more than anything to wipe that tear away. Instead, I reached over taking her hand in mine and we swayed back and forth in a comfortable silence.

She eventually pulls her hand away as a cold chill swept over her. Wrapping the flannel shirt tightly around her small frame she hugged herself for warmth. Without thought I stand, shrugging out of my leather jacket before offering my hand to her.

“Thank you, Noah, but I’m good.” She says looking from my offered hand to the jacket.

Sighing, I roll my eyes. “Riley, if you don’t quit being so hardheaded and take the damn jacket! I know you’re cold and I’ll be fine with just my hoodie.”

She glares at me for a moment before placing her tiny hand in mine and allowing me to pull her into a standing position and turning. I slide the heavy leather up her arms and over her shoulders before she turns back with a small thankful smile.

“See, fits like a glove.” I chuckle seeing how the jacket swallows her, her hands not even peeking through the cuffs.

A giggle sounds as she holds her arms out, looking down at herself, and doing a spin before she returns to the swing, grabbing the chains and swaying back and forth.

Going behind, I slowly begin to push her, her head falling back as she goes higher and higher, her eyes closing and smile spreading across her face. Her innocence and enjoyment in that moment dispersing any of the heaviness left over from the previous conversation.

We spent a little while longer talking about a little of this and that before we agree it’s getting late, and we should probably head back towards the ice cream shop. The conversation never dying out as we return the way we came.

Upon making it back to the empty parking lot I shove my hands into my hoodie pocket as we stand in front of my mustang.

“Is this beauty yours!?” She asks, her eyes roving over my pride and joy, hand extending like she wants to touch it.

Laughing, I nod. “Yep, I restored it myself.”  Glancing around I notice her SUV is no where in sight. “Uh Ry… where’s your vehicle?” I ask, a crease forming on my forehead.

Picking up on my worry another giggle sounds. “I don’t live that far away so I decided to walk.”

I relax immediately but look at my watch. There’s no way I’m letting her walk home alone after dark. “Can I give you a ride home?”

“What’s wrong, you don’t think I can make it home on my own?” she teases quirking an eyebrow.

“Oh, I have no doubt you would, with that all that sass you keep caged in that small frame of yours. However, I was raised to always make sure a lady arrives home safely.” I shrug.

“How do I know you aren’t really a serial killer and going to kidnap me? You did invite me to a mafia ran ice cream shop after all.” She quips, sticking her tongue out at me.

“Damn, you caught me! Fortunately for you, I left my murder van back home and there’s no way I’m risking any damage or getting blood in this.” I slap my hand on the roof of my car.

She dramatically thinks it over, bringing her fingers to her chin. “Well, if you insist… but don’t get any ideas. The only ride I want tonight is in your mustang, not on you.” She eyes me crossing her arms over her chest, but she can’t keep it together and the edges of her lips curve up into a smile.

“Yes, ma’am. I’ll keep my hands to myself. Scouts honor… or something like that.” I promise, chuckling as I cross my fingers over my chest before holding them up in the air.

Finding my response satisfactory she nods, so I proceed around to the passenger side unlocking and opening the door for her. Closing it gently behind her, I slide into the driver’s seat turning the key in the ignition. The engine roars to life and I release the e-brake, moving from neutral to first gear as she gives me her address and we pull out of the lot.

It doesn’t take long until we’re pulling into her drive. She goes to open her door and I tut, stopping her. Unbuckling my seatbelt, I rush out and around opening the door like the gentleman I am and extend my hand to help her out as she grabs her backpack from the floorboard.

We come to a stop at the path leading to her front door as she turns to me. “Thanks for the ride. And tonight, it was fun.” She says looking up with those eyes, those beautiful icy blue eyes.

 “I enjoyed it too.” I reply, unable to look away.

We stand there awkwardly for a moment before I pull her into a goodbye hug. Although things went well, I get the feeling a kiss isn’t in the cards tonight and I don’t want to ruin my chance with her.

“So much for keeping your hands to yourself.” She calls me out followed by one of her adorable giggles.

“What can I say, you have such a huggable personality. I couldn’t resist.” I say releasing her and taking a step back. “Goodnight, Ry.”

“Goodnight, Noah.”

With that she walks away. I lean against my car, my legs crossed in front of me, watching to make sure she gets in safely. She looks back one final time as the key slides in the lock. I pull a hand from my hoodie pocket and give her a salute as she waves with a smile before slipping inside, still wearing my leather jacket.

I hadn’t forgotten but it seems she had. That just gives me an excuse to see her again, right? I climb back into my mustang, revving the engine before pulling out, cranking the radio, and heading home all the while that goofy smile plastered on my face.

Riley’s POV:

I close and lock the door behind me, setting my backpack on the table and sliding down the door to the floor as Hades comes to greet me.

“Hades!” I greet hugging him. “I had such a good time.”

He licks my nose and nudges me as if telling me to continue.

“We went to the park after getting ice cream.” His ears perked up at the word park and I smile. “We talked for hours, getting to know each other. There were never even any weird uncomfortable moments either.”

I hear Noah’s engine rev and the sound of his car growing distant.

“He was such a gentleman too. Well, most of the time.” I laugh leaning my head back against the door. I really needed this. I couldn’t stop smiling and I can’t remember the last time I’d felt so content.

Hades takes that as his opportunity to sniff me, I look down at him questioningly. That’s when I see him sniffing the black leather. I gasp, having completely forgotten Noah had let me wear his jacket! I must admit it did keep me warm though. Sighing, I pull it tighter around me before bringing my knees to my chest and resting my head on my crossed arms. My nose filled with the scent of leather and him.

This one was a bit longer. Lots more playful/flirty bantering. Thanks for reading and hope you enjoyed it. 🖤

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Obi-Wan, Anakin and Luke: Jedi, Sith and Fathers.

I saw this great post https://www.tumblr.com/saglovesu/724007755416010753/do-you-ever-wonder-if-maybe-just-maybe-on-their?source=share

It was about Anakin and Obi-Wan final confrontation on mustafar being about Anakin not believing Obi-Wan could ever do this to him and I must agree, on this scene where Anakin is lying limbless on mustafer after his duel with Obi-Wan, Anakin was unconciously expecting Obi-Wan to still be his father/brother, if we watch the beggining of their duel Anakin gave Obi-Wan his back and didn´t begin their duel until Obi-Wan activated his lightsaber, the reason he did this was because he still saw him as his family before seeing him as a Jedi, he even told him he should go away.

Here, even after losing his limbs, he looked at Obi-Wan asking for help silently and ObiWan answered with "You were the Chosen One" "You were going to defeat the Sith not join them" he bassically told him you failed as the Jedi chosen one and now you must suffer the consequences with death and that was confirmation to Anakin that Obi-Wan was his jedi master doing his duty before his brother or his father figure and he probably always was like this, this was brutal confirmation of it and it was until this moment he said "I hate you"

This scene was done on purpose this way to signal the end of the relationship between Obi-Wan and Anakin so it connects with the old trilogy but I also believe this scene was meant to mirror Luke and Vader´s scene where their roles are changed.

Anakin in the past and Luke in the present expected them to be their father, begged them to be their father.

Obi-Wan and Vader are presented with a similar choice, are you their family or a you a Jedi/Sith first and family second?

Obi-Wan said: I am a Jedi and I do what I must because his crimes are unforgivable.

Vader said: I am your father, I am here Son, don´t be afraid and rescued him from Sidious even if it meant his death.

Like Lucas said it rhymes.

[freetobeafcknriot]

this is gonna be long-ish but a couple of days ago i saw a post by @voidstilesplease (which i now cannot find) about alex and henry's plausible godly parents, and it got me thinking. a lot. and this is what came out of it—!

▍ 　HENRY is pretty simple to me. in the book, alex makes a comparison between him and apollo and overall it's just too fitting to pass on. so i say he's a child of apollo.

now usually, while they are fairly powerful, most children of apollo's abilities tend to be specialized in one direction rather than consisting in a general set like other demigods. in henry's case, i imagine he'd excel in the arts (like all of his siblings) and have powers linked to speech/poetry/writing. so, like, he can curse others to only speak in rhyming couplets, but can also heal people by singing a hymn to his father (or through storytelling; that's something he worked hard on). aside from this, like any other child of apollo, he's good at physical contests and games and anything involving throwing or shooting stuff. so while archery or hoops etc. are not his main skill he's good enough if need be. also, fun fact: in very rare cases a child of apollo can possess some form of photokinesis, and i just know in my heart that alex was so peeved by henry at first that he thought that was the case and that he had this kind of rare power but was hiding it or something (untrue. alex was just crushing hard and i want my northern star reference).

another thing alex suspects and used to go off about is henry being a legacy of aphrodite. i can neither confirm nor deny this, personally, but wouldn't be opposed at the idea.

▍ 　ALEX is way more tricky to me. my first guess was athena, but my issue with that is that nora is too much of an athena child herself and, well, we all know they dated briefly. even aside from that though, there's just something off to me. so, i bring options !

firstly, legacies. in my mind, both ellen and oscar are either demigods themselves or children of at least one demigod. this makes alex (and june) a legacy through ellen and possibly oscar! my reasoning for that is:

zeus: ellen claremont is so daughter/legacy of zeus coded it's insane. we know it's rare and that children of zeus hardly grow into adults without getting killed first. regardless, they are all naturally good leaders, as well as very ambitious and goal-oriented, and generally, they just have a very strong presence and a willful attitude.

mercury: oscar could be a child of mercury and one reason i like this a lot is alex's middle name. gabriel comes from his mexican heritage and was chosen in honor of the archangel gabriel, patron saint of diplomats, whose counterpart in roman mythology is mercury (or hermes, but mercury fits better imo). his children are usually cunning and nimble and very versatile in any skill, so basically “jacks-of-all-trades”. they excel in athletics as well as business (and, in hermes' case, thievery). they're fast and stealthy, and good with money. and of course, they can be very persuasive, thus making good spies and influencers. there's a great deal of charisma there.

so here's the deal. i can see two possibilities !

a) alex is ellen and oscar's biological son, thus a dual legacy.

as there is no fixed rule when it comes to demigods' children and how they inherit one, both, or neither parent's divine side (could be anything, according to riordan even a horse lol), i can see alex being mixed. he's so chaotic and lively and smart and charismatic and larger-than-life, he could embody traits from both zeus and mercury. it may be a bit less intense than if he was a first-generation demigod abilities-wise, but nothing to scoff at. it could also be interesting as legacies aren't usually treated the same as regular demigods, and the nature of their heritage and abilities is basically a game of chance when they are born, so i could see alex being a notorious, skilled, and passionate exponent of this minority.

b) alex is ellen's biological child (thus a legacy of zeus/jupiter, but with greatly reduced abilities derived from it in this case! it'd mostly just be his presence, really), his middle name is a nod to oscar's side of the family, but he was conceived with a god. as for which one, i'd suggest hephaestus.

hear me out! children of hephaestus are skilled builders and talented engineers. they can instinctively detect, identify, and operate any piece of machinery or metal. and in rare cases, they are blessed with the ability to create and control fire, or possibly even lava and volcanoes. in the book, june tells alex that he's got a fire under his ass, and he is shown to be clever, charismatic, restless and resourceful, as well as intense, headstrong, sometimes impulsive, and overall ablaze, in a way. to the point of burnout, if he goes on a tangent and is not careful. now, hephaestus blesses his children with this every few centuries, but i could see it here: the ability to create and control fire, in general, which is an extremely chaotic power that could burn anything near it no matter the intention, and the more fire is summoned and controlled, the more energy is drained. but i think it fits alex, he'd be careful and good with it. aside from the rest, that is.

TL;DR. henry: son of apollo, possible legacy of aphrodite. alex: either active legacy of mercury and zeus or son of hephaestus and legacy of zeus/jupiter.

[theory-chicken]

Debut Trailer 1: Choose-Chosen

For some reason tumblr has an image limit on posts (?) so i will be linking all the images

I know it sucks and is annoying but i don't want to make multiple parts for all the different pictures i want to use

We were desperate in our desire to transform.

Into vampires?

Its shown in the children of Vamfield webtoon that they didn't know they were vampires when they were being raised in the orphanage but once they found out they wanted to use their powers and become more powerful

This could also mean they just want to succeed irl but whatever lmao

We believed that there lay dreams unknown.

Because every path is stained with tears.

We keep our fists fiercely clenched,

Nothing to say lol (*´ ˘ `*)

not knowing it to be a blessing or a curse,

AYY BLESSED-CURSED

That's all

lest we loose what we hold in our hands

They are afraid of loosing something?

This line + two previous say they are holding onto something because they are afraid to loose it

What? I honestly have no idea \_(._.)_/

Blood-red moonlight blazes

🤔

Why red? [Images]

Unquenchable thirst flares with fury.

*sighs*

*cracks knuckles*

The unquenchable thirst is obviously for blood bc ya know vAmPiReS

Assuming the "flares with fury" means they suddenly have bloodlust and not that it only comes up when there mad it follows children of Vamfield again [Images]

When jungwon (jakah) is accidentally cut they go vampire mode

The others look up to us in veneration

Veneration:noun; great respect; reverence. "the traditional veneration of saints"

🧐🤔

Who's looking up to them?

As far as we know there the only vampires that are "human like" if that's what you would call it

and we look upon them with envy.

The others look up to them, they envy the others

Who are the others?

Normal people?

Why do we desire what we cannot aquire?

Ohoo got a little rhyming going on there i see

Okay but so many questions

What do they desire?

WHO ARE THE OTHERS?

Why must we walk along an endless line?

Oh boy

Here comes all the walk the line and manifesto stuff

Many of their intros and outros talk about this "line" that they are forced to walk on

I always think of it as the social norms and them wanting to break out of it to create their own "line"

This most likely is relating to their irl thing where they want to connect with engenes and forge their own path

But im not sure what it has to do with lore?

It does show up later in the outro for day one and in manifesto but im not sure what its significance is

Maybe its a sign there switching worlds or something because im like 91.3% sure carnival takes place in some sort of a flipped world

Idk tho tell me your thoughts i guess

At dawn, the sun rises to menace and bless our fleshy selves.

Hmmmm...

Well we know they can be in the sun...

Or can they? [Images]

This still confuses me lmao because i was pretty sure they could go out in the sun?

Well i hope your ready for the actual video part of this because that was just the words part😀

(im not going crazy thinking about doing this for every song)

(definitely)

Throughout the whole thing there's words on the screen that have a hyphen connecting them

I think this is alluding to their later comebacks with hyphens ex: drunk-dazed, blessed-cursed, tamed-dashed

Some of them, like drunk-dazed, are synonyms or just go together well

Others, like blessed-cursed, dont

Trainee-Artist

Failure-Success

Im guessing this is just irl stuff

Given-Taken

Yey our first thing we know *applause*

Blood-Light

...

And it suddenly takes a dark turn

Us-The Others

Again, not a clue who the others are but we do know they are the opposites of eachother

Mortal-Immortal

🤔

If your wondering why this sounds familiar its bc they have a song called mortal on orange blood

Is this a hint to a new song?

Probably not

😔

These words also align with the words jake is saying btw.

There's a lot of shots of forest or just trees in general and i don't know if they were just going for effect but i think the only other time a forest appears in their mvs is in tamed-dashed bc they come out of it

Also the orphanage where they were raised was surrounded by a forest which might have been the one they come out of in tamed-dashed but idk

There's so much more going on now that we have the new webtoon😭 (everybody say thank you to hybe)

Anyways i have one more thing to say because it caught my eye

At 0:25-0:28 there's this shot of a hand and it looks so familiar but for the life of me i cannot figure out why😭

I have a hunch i remembered it from dark blood era but i watched the trailer and i couldn't find anything

If anyone else thinks it looks familiar PLEASE tell me where you think its from because i cant be the only one ;･_･)

This took an obnoxiously long time...

Likes, comments, and reblogs are much appreciated ⌯' ▾ '⌯

[126dvtn]

— not-so-secret admirer.

summary : the genshin boys are not very subtle in expressing their secret crush on you.

cw : established friendships for diluc & venti ; ayato is a stranger to you ; tsundere!scara

genre : fluff :)

characters : diluc, ayato, venti, scaramouche (separate!)

diluc ragnvindr ; love letters

it’s been three months since you started receiving love letters in your mailbox. the pieces of paper were of high quality, nicely packed in textured envelopes, sometimes tied to a single flower. the wax that seals them is stamped with what seems to be a custom-made design- one that says “for [name].”

there is no signature. not in the letters, not on the envelope, not within the wax. but you know the identity of your secret admirer. it seeps through his handwriting, so gracefully cursive and perfectly uniform. it shows in his language, his words chosen with care.

unsurprisingly, however, the one thing that most gives away his identity is the quality of the love letters. extravagant, rare, expensive; items that only a certain wine tycoon could afford.

and sometimes, you pick a letter to bring to angel’s share to “figure out” who its writer is with your closest friends, just to meet with a red-haired, red-faced bartender who refuses to serve your table on that particular night. amusing, he is, and you wonder if you could deal with this for just a little longer.

kamisato ayato ; special gifts

leaving for work in the morning is usually a routine task. uneventful, monotonous. but every once in a while, you open the door and find a fancy-looking parcel right outside of it. most of the time, it’s wrapped in silk, with a note neatly slipped in between the knots saying “- from your secret admirer ;)”.

sometimes, the gift is practical. a teapot set along with varied flavours of tea would be one of your favourites. sometimes, it’s not so useful. you recall a huge, clunky, vase that just does not fit anywhere in your home. and sometimes, it’s the one thing you need at that point of time. you feel your heart swell at the sight of a bubble tea coupon.

of course, you’d been meaning to find out who's been leaving these gifts outside of your home when you were asleep. then on one night, you come home late; exhausted, sweaty, and absolutely not comprehending the flamboyantly dressed man squatting at your door.

“ah! apologies for the intrusion. i was simply cleaning your front yard.” he says smoothly, like the silk package in his hand does not exist. interrogating this grinning stranger is the first thing you want to do; looks like sleep will have to wait.

venti ; romantically inspired words

venti has a way with words. he’s a well known bard for that reason. his songs tell many a story- but lately, they seem to jitter around a specific tale; a tale of hushed love. he writes them with you, but there are times you hear him mutter a “for you“ to correct his mistake. you’re not supposed to hear that, by the way.

then he sings them. first, alone with you, which he calls a practice session. playing his lyre then must be difficult, as he doesn’t look at you at all. afterwards, he sings to the crowd. this time, he looks straight into your eyes. face prettied up with an innocent grin. but he is red- and you’re unsure if it’s a bashful blush or the sign of too much wine.

peaceful days are the days you spend the most time with him. you sit together under the oak tree and accompany him and his poems. spontaneously exchanging poems with you is a favourite pastime of his, and he praises you for every rhyme and every choice of word.

and when the clouds gather to hide the sun, you take a nap, resting your head on his shoulder. if he was trying to be subtle before, he definitely isn’t trying now. because as your eyes start to close, you hear his sweet voice whisper a short phrase: i like you.

scaramouche ; little things

there are many things that scaramouche doesn’t do. he doesn’t care. he doesn’t fear. he doesn’t owe anyone anything. a tough guy, he is, and he owns that fact. so when you come into his life as a work partner, and he actually does things, it doesn’t come off as subtle as he expects it to be.

like the times he takes half of your tasks, saying that he’d do a better job at them anyways. or the times he insists you do tasks together because “that’s just what’s expected of us, you should start paying more attention”. or the times he suggests sharing a room on an expedition to give tactical advice, just to turn the lights off early and sleep.

and as if that’s not enough, the many things he does come outside of work as well- which raises some speculative eyebrows, including yours. scaramouche, in all his “you are all pawns to me” glory, brings you cups of tea when paperwork is heavy. he cleans your table as you work, insulting you all the while.

but most surprising of all are the things he does when you’re not around. scaramouche cares not about gossip- but when your subordinates criticise you, he’s always the first to shut their mouths. perhaps the things he does are not so little after all.

[harbouredsoulss]

Highly Suspicious | Aaron Hotchner | Chapter One 

There is no rhyme or reason for this gif I just wanted one with all the cast!

I've really enjoyed writing this, so I really hope you like it!

Please, please, please, don't hesitate to comment, like, and reblog 🥰

Pairings: Aaron Hotchner x OC [Josephine 'Jo' Andrews]

Summary: Please click here for a synopsis

Warnings: series overall will be 18+; fluff; friendship; first person pov

Just wanted to note that this is only the beginning of the story, therefore nothing super duper exciting is happening. We are just getting to know Miss Andrews and her relationship with the team.

ALSO: I don't typically write in first person mainly because I am more comfortable writing in 3rd person. So... I guess this is a bit of an apology if this is crap. You are probably wondering why I wrote in 1st person if I feel more comfortable in 3rd. The short answer is that the words came to me quicker in 1st than 3rd (for this particular story).... so 1st person POV is what I've chosen.

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Word Count: 2.6k words

Chapter One 

The sentiment at the end of each case was always the same. A forlorn feeling loitering like a sky ready to storm; if only we allowed.

Exhaustion lingered tight all over, behind my eyes, running up and around the muscle of my thighs; a reminder of where I’d been and what I’d had done. 

The pressure to compartmentalise and leave behind each job, preferably unscathed, wasn’t easy. Perhaps for some, but for others it left marks behind.

I had cushioned myself between Emily and the window of the Jet, nestling my head in the crook of her neck, watching the act of decompression at its finest. It was a game of cards, one in which I’d seen them play many times before, though I had never played.

I usually lacked the energy; more-so the patience, for the game. 

That and Reid was a genius who was very rarely beaten. I didn’t find myself to be a ready, worthy opponent. 

Instead, I watched whoever dared oppose him, which at that moment, was Emily, so I settled myself in as spectator. 

JJ sat across from me, her brows furrowed, tired eyes skimming the contents of the pages in front of her. I knew what she was doing. It was the same thing she always did on our travels home.

It was a habit, one in which I’d tried to help her break, yet couldn’t. 

Every case we took, on our journey there and back she reviewed the other cases; the ones put aside, deemed less of a priority. Although she tried her best to hide it, I knew she reviewed them throughout the cases we were on, keeping tabs on situations she felt certain would escalate. 

It was guilt that kept her in this cycle. Not that JJ had anything to feel guilty about. We couldn’t take on every case sent to her.  

“Everything okay?” I asked her, doing my best to stifle a yawn.  

She looked up, eyes meeting mine own, a soft sigh escaping her lips. I could see the heaviness of it all, the prominent lines adorning her forehead, the set of her jaw – she’d been clenching again – the strain was plain to see, and it worried me. 

“Fine,” she responded, stretching, moving her neck from side to side, her groans mirroring the sounds of her body moaning in protest, the stress fleeing her body, “I just wish there could be a day where I’d open one of these folders and find nothing. No requests. No deaths. No crimes. Nothing.”

A laugh, an all-knowing, weary laugh, one that lacked its usual vigour escaped my lips. 

“Wouldn’t that be lovely,” I retorted, “though we’d be out of a job. I wouldn’t even be mad.”

Tiredness leeched from me coherent words of comfort to add to the conversation, words that would offer JJ any kind of reassurance or comfort. I tried not to feel too guilty.

Instead, I nuzzled further into the warmth of the body beside me, offering a heavy sigh as a response, one that I hoped could convey my feelings of solidarity.  

The fatigue, the kind that often nestled its way deep into our very bones, grew stronger, a sting ever-present behind my eyes. I had known that it wouldn’t take too long for my body to give in, allowing the heaviness of the day to lift like fog and sleep to swallow me whole. 

I tried to resist, instead, I did my best to focus on the voices around me. 

I focused on Morgan first, studying him. His eyes were closed, body slumped peacefully in his seat, mind clearly captivated by the music streaming through his ears, lips humming its tune. 

Dave caught my attention next; I could hear his voice coming from further up the jet where I knew he’d be seeking refreshment. The time of day never a bother, he was always ready for caffeine. Distance unable to stop him, he still managed to interject himself into the heckling the card game had evoked. His own jabs adding fuel to the fire. 

“You know,” Emily piped up, eyes gleaning with mischief, “you could make this really interesting Rossi. If you joined us.”

“Emily, if I’m going to wager on anything, it won’t be with me playing, it will be on Reid winning.”

I couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped me, laughing harder still as my gaze fell to Reid, who sat before me, a smug smile on his lips, hands moving quickly as he shuffled their cards. 

“Hey now,” Emily protested, “have a little faith.” 

I clung to their teasing, finding comfort in their jabs and laughter, watching as Rossi, having finished making his beverage, stood behind Reid observing as he dealt the cards. 

There was something about these people – my family – that warmed me. If I thought too hard on it, I was sure to cry. Instead, I turned my attention outward – back to them and did my best to enjoy these moments – savour them. They won’t last forever.  

But for now, it would be enough. 

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I was always mindful of the many eyes and ears within the small confines of the jet, aware that if I allowed myself a moment to linger too long on Hotch that I would open myself up to curious glances.  

Instead, I allowed myself mere moments to take in the sight of him. The line of his mouth was thin, eyes tired, ringed with the kind of darkness I could only fault as a lack of sleep. 

He did his best to appear relaxed, leg crossed against the other, hand fisting a crystal glass filled with what I hoped to be, for his sake more than my own, water. The other held his phone, the artificial light illuminating his face. 

There was no denying that something was eating at him. 

I had seen him with Jack, and understood that having had him made Hotch susceptible to the kind of feelings one would have after dealing with a case as gruesome as the one we left. 

Abuse was something I could never fathom. Let alone violence against children.

Time, a relative thing, one I could never quite track as well as I hoped, passed as I watched him. I hadn’t realised how much until I caught him quirking his lips to the side. 

He was smirking at me. 

I blushed, embarrassed at having been caught staring, the heat warming my cheeks.  

He offered a nod of the head, lips still quirked, eyes trained on mine. I matched his gaze, eyes lingering for a time. I willed him to see in mine that I saw him. That he was okay. This was okay. Embarrassment be damned. 

Feeling satisfied after a moment or two passed, I looked away, cataloguing the rest of the team, seeking comfort from their nearness, and allowed myself to slowly fall into a slumber. 

Their voices drifted off, growing ever so soft as I was called to sleep. It wasn’t unlike myself to fall asleep on the jet – any moving vehicle – head slumped against someone’s shoulder or resting gently against the windowpane. It was amusing to say the least, as I was always the first to fall. It was only a matter of guessing how long exactly it would take. 

It was a game the team often played, taking bets walking onto the tarmac, making their way towards the jet. A wager Rossi was happy to take. 

Scarcely, I won. I managed a victory or two on our shorter flights, though the vast majority I lost. My willpower not strong enough. 

Dreams, often plagued by vivid memories of the past, pulled me under without hesitation, feeding into my weariness. 

It was no surprise, after the week we had had, that this time my dreams decided to take me back to a time where things in life were steadier, clearer – less confusing. Where everything had begun. 

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I was taken back to my first day as an Agent at the BAU. There were introductions being made between myself and Unit Chief Aaron Hotchner, my new boss.

He had walked in with an air of self-possession one could only place as having come from such a tenured experience as a Senior Officer at the BAU.

We stood next to one another, Section Chief Strauss sitting comfortably behind her desk observing us both. 

The tension in my body was palpable, nerves ever present. I wiped my hands as discreetly as I could, behind my back. I kept them there, crossed behind me, a perfect excuse to hide the nails that had been chewed to the bit. 

Within that same memory, I could recall the ghost of a smile on Aaron’s face, arm extended ready to take his hand in mine own. It was a firm shake, one that reminded me of something my father had once told me. Something about being able to tell a lot about a person by the firmness in which they shake. 

All I could think – hope – at the time was that Agent Hotchner couldn’t feel how sweaty my palms were. 

He was polite throughout our formal greeting, seeming genuinely pleased to have me joining his team. 

“It’s great to have you,” he responded quickly after the general introductions had been made, eye contact never wavering, “we have great need of someone of your talents.” 

I was well aware that at that moment my face, and neck were flamed red. 

“Thank you,” I offered in reply, releasing my hand from his grip, maintaining my smile, “I can’t wait to get started.”

I was asked questions, from both Strauss and Hotchner, regarding my time in the counter terrorism unit. They paid compliments on the work they had reviewed, expressing confidence in my ability to tackle a new role at the BAU.  

Much of the conversation surrounded my accolades, traversing from the beginning of my career up until this point. Although I had already been hired for this new role, Strauss wanted to analyse my experiences. I believe this was more for my new boss’ benefit rather than my own. I was proud of my achievements but couldn’t help but feel self-conscious with the attention they were acquiring. 

It got to a point, thankfully, where the conversation grew stagnant, Strauss having had dissected as much of my work as she could, steered her attention to the paperwork on her desk, all but for a moment before turning it back to the male beside me. 

“Have you gotten a chance to read over the case I left on your desk?” 

“I’ve already gathered the team; we’ll be debriefing on the jet once we’re done here.” Agent Hotchner answered. 

Strauss nodded and looked to me, “I understand there has been no time to adapt to your surroundings, albeit that is the nature of the job. If you have no objections, I can clear you to start with the team today.” 

“You want me to start now?”

“Is that a problem?” 

“No Ma’am.”

The eagerness I tried to stifle all morning churned.  

I understood the nature of the job, having had worked in law enforcement and completing a stint in the counter terrorism unit. I was aware that both jobs were vastly different to that of working as a profiler. There were elements in each that overlapped one another, but this was different. I knew the nuisances of behavioural analysis; mode and method of it all.

My role was to look through the eyes of a criminal, to understand them – my own biases aside – to use that information to find and apprehend them.

“There is some paperwork that needs to be completed first,” Agent Hotchner spoke up, looking to Strauss before turning back to me, “but if you have a go-bag at the ready, I don’t see a problem with you completing it once we return.”

I knew what the implications were if things went wrong; but this was a chance to prove myself. 

They were both looking to me now, Strauss no longer seated. Both awaiting my answer.

I didn’t make them wait long.   

“It’s in my car,” I responded, stifling a smile, “I wasn’t entirely sure what to expect on my first day; I thought it would be safe to bring it just in case.”

That seemed to have settled things and brought our meeting to an end.

Strauss, not one for luck, wished me well and bid us goodbye. 

I followed Agent Hotchner out of the room and towards what I could only presume to be the teams meeting room. 

The convergence point, having been the round table, adorned with papers, tablets, folders, and the like. The chairs, seven of the eight, were already filled by the members of my new team. They were engrossed in the information being presented before them, eyes scanning the pages, and images of the case files.  

Agent Hotchner rapt his knuckle on the door garnering their attention. They looked up, leaning forward in their seats, interest piqued by what I could only assume was the addition of my presence.

“Everyone this is Agent Andrews,” he looked from his team, one by one, and brought his gaze back to me, face masked, giving nothing away, “She’ll be joining the team and starting on this case. We’ll be moving the briefing onto the jet. They’re needing us on the ground as soon as possible.”

I stood there, taking in the sight of my new team, watching as they had begun to clear up around them, readying to leave. 

They didn’t hesitate to acknowledge my presence with a chorus of welcome as they each rose from their seats and made their way to where I stood. 

I was first approached by a woman of small stature, her height adjusted by a pair of sparkly black chunky heels. 

“Penelope Garcia,” she offered me her hand to take, a dazzling smile lighting up her face, “welcome to the team!”

There was something comforting about her presence – something that gave off an iridescent kind of glow that emanated from her, enough to put me at ease.

Perhaps it was the way in which she chose to present herself, bright colours adorning all her clothes, and accessories. Soft tendrils of bleach blonde hair framing her face, bright blue eyes shielded by a pair of ruby red glasses. She was joy personified. 

Derek Morgan, and David Rossi were next, with Agent Rossi sure to stress his preference of being called Dave, followed by a laugh and a firm shake of his hand. Emily Prentiss followed quickly offering a quip on my getting used to the boisterous bunch, kindness radiating from her. Dr. Spencer Reid, had followed behind, the last in the room to introduce themself. He gave me a smile, one just as kind as the rest. 

Though I was quick to realise that we were missing someone. 

Agent Hotchner must have noted my puzzled expression, watching as I looked around the now empty room. He responded with a wry smile, “you’ll meet our Communications Liaison, Agent Jareau, on the Jet.” 

I smiled in response observing a strange feeling – one I couldn’t quite place – trickle through me as we stared at one another, his brown eyes piercing mine.

We didn’t stand there for very long, yet it was long enough to observe the energy that flowed between us. It was calming. 

I often found my superiors intimidating, especially those of the opposite sex. I didn’t allow that to impact my performance or stop myself from reaching new heights. I managed to make it this far in my career, I wouldn’t let my own insecurities or egotistical men get in my way. 

Therefore, it was an odd experience, the emotions that aired themselves freely as I stood there with him. Perplexing to say the least. 

That feeling, whatever it was, fizzled abruptly by the clearing of his throat. 

“We better get going.”

I gathered myself, mentally shaking my head. Time was of the essence and we were the only ones standing idly by in the conference room, the rest of the team already having left, making their way to the Jet. 

“Yes,” I breathed, voice low, “Sir.”

Taglist: @louderfortheback, @clarasmoon

[in-silks-and-flesh-and-leather]

Halloween Fics

With Halloween coming up and many of my upcoming stories/requests having those dark/spooky/magic vibes, I thought I’d share some premises/WIPs with you and let you tell me what you’d like to read this Halloween season 🎃

(I will mostly likely eventually write all of these, but it will just take longer and they won’t all be out in a month or two since there are many updates to get to first)

Since there are two or more ideas for each boy, I’ll give a short summary and vibe check for each and you can tell me here/in messages/via asks what you prefer for which guy.

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Kylo

The Fall of Exegol Castle

Summary: Fascinated by the look and mysterious tales of Exegol castle, the home of Lord Snoke and his three wards, Ben, Rey and Kylo, you decide to accept an invitation to stay there. During your stay, you start suspecting dark family secrets and your imagination runs away with you. Kylo finds himself falling in love, but is wounded by the inferences you make and how close some of them come to the mark.

The vibe: Northanger Abbey/The Fall of the House of Usher; dark and gloomy, pining, the sad side of Kylo, some love as balm for woe

OR

Ready or Not

Summary: here’s a taste; RC is married off to Hux, who’s become embroiled with the First Order. Their leader Snoke wants to play a game that inevitably ends in death on her wedding night and Kylo finds himself wanting to help her and see her survive.

The vibe: bloody murder, suspense, deadpan humor, burgeoning romance, Kylo being a double agent, RC getting progressively sick of everyone’s ish

 Clyde

Nightmares before Halloween

Summary: Clyde asks you out on a date and only later realizes that day is actually Halloween. Due to his nerves, he has stress dreams of himself and you as different characters, like Frankenstein and the monster, Hades and Persephone, succubus and victim…

The vibe: varying, kind of a Halloween!Bedazzled; some of his dreams end up as nightmares and full of gore and heartbreak, others are hopeful and happy

OR

Triwizard Tournament

Summary: Students at Ilvermorny don’t like that they never got to participate in the notorious Triwizard Tournament, so they decide to stage one themselves, between their four houses. Clyde is chosen as the champion for Wampus and RC represents Pukwudgie as they face Thestral races, duels, potion making under duress and more.

Vibe: potterversy and fun, a little dick-measury and flirty, with a just a smidge of danger and excitement during the tasks

 Flip

Haunted

Summary: When researching your first book on debunking paranormal phenomena, you meet Flip and learned his tragic childhood story. You become friends who flirt with entering a relationship, but before you can make up your mind, another case catches your attention and you travel to a countryside manor with Flip as your escort/bodyguard. Everyone swears up and down that the estate is haunted, with exception of the three siblings that live there and want that stigma removed. As you work on debunking various claims, Flip finds himself falling under the spell of the seductive sister – something that puts a strain on your relationship. Soon, you realize things aren’t what they seem on the estate and work to unravel the mystery before it destroys you all.

The vibe: friends-to-lovers, will-they-won’t-they, mystery, spookiness with a tinge of sadness/melancholy, dark secrets

OR

Quintessence

Summary: After a streak of gory, ritualistic murders of several women, Flip is assigned the case. There are no viable leads, no rhyme or reason, until RC is dropped off at his doorstep and he immediately recognizes her resemblance to the slain women, understanding it’s her they’re after, whoever they are. Throughout the story, he finds out some pretty unbelievable secrets and becomes entangled with things far beyond his jurisdiction. (For this one, I can’t reveal too much without spoiling what’s cool about it)

The vibe: starts off dark and gory, but becomes lighter and more fun as it progresses, grump with a heart of gold learns to open up to the majesty of life and love (through a murder investigation)

 Jacques

There can be no peace for us

Summary: When Jacques rescues RC from a robbery on the road, he cannot imagine that the vibrant woman he meets is the same one Count Pierre is set to marry, one he imagines as a dour, colorless product of a monastic upbringing. It’s too late when he finds out and his heart has already betrayed the man to whom he has pledged his honor. Despite their best efforts, they cannot resist how they feel and bad timing, misunderstandings and hurt feelings cause tragedy.

The vibe: star-crossed lovers, every doomed medieval romance/sonnet that breaks your heart, hauntingly romantic

OR

Red Riding Hood/Werewolf AU

Summary: here’s a taste; wolf beasts roam the night and more men die in attacks every day. RC is forced to leave her home and brave the road in hopes of coming to her grandmother’s estate when she suffers a serious accident that almost costs her her life. Le Gris finds her and somehow, she ends up alive, inside the walls of his castle. However, a strange disease seems to be plaguing her, causing changes in her mood and body, and Le Gris is the only one she seems to want to be around.

The vibe: pretty dark and messed up, bloody, gory, carnal, explicit, full of murder and questionable behavior

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My idea is to post each of the longer stories for the big four boys throughout the weeks of October and if I can manage it, add a few more in the lead up to it/in between.

Some (hopefully) shorter ideas are:

Sculptor!Henry with a dark secret

Undercover!Garupe who really gets into his role

Rick who discovers a Sylph!RC

and who knows what else I’m forgetting.

So let’s give it about a week to get the votes in and then we’ll have a list for October <3

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Tagging: @safarigirlsp @woken-ariadne @mythrielofsolitude @chxcxmilk @caillea​ @a-true-janian-reply @queeniebee @loveforreading @clydesducktape @hopeamarsu​ @joyfulfirefury​ @fizzywoohoo​ @holacherrycola90​ @cas-backwards-tie​ @icarusinthesea​

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Stranded Part 2

Savage Opress x Reader

Word Count: 2.7k

WARNINGS: Mentions of death and decomposition, mental illness, fear terror and FLUFF

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       Savage's eyes fluttered open to the sun shining brightly through the trans-durasteel panes that decorated the walls seemingly without rhyme or reason. The little one was frying some kind of thin meat strips on the stove and sipping hot caf. Without turning her head, she called over to him.

"How ya feeling?"

"Not great but better."

She turned and strode over to him, still laying down.

"I couldn't do this yesterday but I can today."

"What do you mean..?"

    She placed her hands on his bare broad chest and closed her eyes. A warm tingling sensation wafted over him. It felt like sunshine, utter joy and flying all at once. When she pulled away her eyes were a little fuzzy.

"It takes a lot of energy but you can transfer your life force to something and heal it. I was kinda low yesterday," she turned matter-of-factly back to the stove.

    Savage had only ever had painful experiences when it came to using the force or having it used on him. He hadn't ever thought of it as anything other than a weapon. He wanted to ask about it but shy away from the topic. Instead, he stood and stretched. He didn't have an ounce of pain. This woman who found him once again amazed him.

While the two unlikely pair ate their breakfast, her eyes didn't leave him, slightly squinting.

"You haven't been like this very long?"

"No. I was altered by the witches of my home world."

"Huh. Did you ask for this?" truly curious she stopped eating.

"No." she cocked a brow at his response, waiting for an elaboration.

"My species is subservient to our women. We live separately and go through deadly trials to be chosen by one for breeding or whatever they want really." He continued eating as the information he provided was simply normal for him.

"Was this..." she waved her hand at his body. "For breeding?" his cheeks slightly tinged in a deeper gold.

"No. I was chosen to act as a weapon for one of the sisters. She abandoned me when I didn't live up to the expectation." the woman noted as his eyes darkened. Wanting to change his mood she lightened up.

"Well, I'm happy you're here Savage. You have much to learn in the ways of the force.. you're strong but your energy is incredibly dark but you... you do not feel that way....." she trailed off in thought and muttered, "certainly an enigma. Very interesting," she tapped her finger against her chin.

    Savage's heart fluttered. He had never received any kind of praise from a female before and he didn't really know how to process it. His flush only deepened when she once again undressed in his line of sight, slipping on a shorter, loose grey dress.

"When you've finished, dress and meet me outside,” she skipped out the door and shouted something unintelligible into the trees.

    Savage silently hoped she wasn't completely insane while he quickly washed the dishes for her. He pulled on his pants and his long black kilt. Remembering that she had cut off his shirt for a sling he huffed and left the tattered remnant. When he came out, he saw what could've been a scene in a holovid. She stood with under a ray of sunlight, skin shimmering in the glow with a bright smile gracing her face. Her hands were pressed to the forehead of a green Varactyl while a dozen small song birds of every color fluttered around her.

"I think I should call you 'princess,'" he stepped forward cautiously.

She giggled melodiously.

"Mira here won't hurt you I promise. You think I look like a princess?" she flushed and batted her eyelashes.

"More than anyone else I've ever seen."

She extended her hand out to Savage.

"Come here," she cooed. He slowly made his way to her and took her hand. It was soft and warm, she held it for just a moment, running her thumb over his knuckles.

"Do not be afraid. Mira is a friend," she placed his hand where hers was just a minute ago on the Varactyl's head.

"Close your eyes and reach out to her with the force. Gently."

    He stood there for a minute before he felt anything. All of a sudden it felt like wind was rushing around him. He could see trees flying past him and a breeze danced against his skin. He leapt from trees, gliding through the air.

    She watched with satisfaction as his and Mira's eyes were closed and their breathing synced slowly. She felt their signatures meld for a moment. Savage pulled his hand away and looked at her wide eyed but grinning. Mira chirped happily beside him.

"Good, you made the connection. Rather quickly I might add. Mira is a receptive one. Very friendly. She's been with me a couple years now."

"I...I felt what she feels when she hunts," he was smiling at the creature fondly.

"Yes, that seems to be a favorite time for her."

"That felt much different than any other time I've used the force.... was that the light side?"

"I'm sure the Jedi would say yes but I am no Jedi. I don't see the force as light or dark."

Savage looked confused. Everyone called the force light or dark. The woman continued,

"Take a knife for example. In the wrong hands... a knife can take an innocent life, used to rob someone or threaten them other ways. However, in the 'right' hands it can be used as a medical instrument, carve wood or simply chop produce. I think of the force in the same way. The intent is what matters to me. Did you want to hurt Mira when you reached out to her?"

"No..no I didn’t," he stammered.

"That’s why it felt different."

    Savage understood what you were saying and turned back to Mira. The animal nudged him gently with her head affectionately.

"Let's go for a ride. I wanna finish stripping the ships you landed on. I haven't been to those ones yet. If you have anything else there, now’s a good time to get it."

    The woman strapped large bags onto the sides of the Varactyl. She hopped up onto Mira's back and once again extended her hand out to Savage. He climbed up and took his seat behind her. When Mira lurched forward, he gripped the woman's waist tightly so he wouldn't fall off and she laughed.

"Hold on tight handsome it's not a long ride but it's a turbulent one."

"A-alright princess."

      The added weight did nothing to slow Mira down. She was light on her feet and graceful. Leaping high into the air and gliding back down into the canopy. Princess whooped and cried out in excitement whereas Savage just held her tighter. His chest swelled with the rush. He was terrified but also having fun. He was a little disappointed when it ended and the ships were in sight. He slid off first and held his hands out for the princess. She beamed down at him and let Savage lift her by her waist with her hands on his shoulders. Her breath hitched when he pulled her down to him to set her on the grass underfoot. Quickly turning away to hide the heat rushing to her face.

"Alright, anything you wanna take, toss it in the bags. I'm gonna look through some of the others.”

    They parted. Savage always traveled light so he didn't have much to take with him. Some extra med gear and clothes, that was it. He hesitated in the cockpit looking down at the talisman that Mother Talzin gave him. It lay in pieces. He exhaled a silent apology, acknowledging that he probably wouldn't find his brother anytime soon. He slipped the pieces gently into his pocket and made his way out. After securing his few belongs in the saddle bag on Mira, he turned around to look for the princess. He could sense her nearby but couldn't see where she was.

"SAVAGE!"

He ran back to the hazardous pile of crashed ships.

"WHERE ARE YOU?"

He sighed relieved when she popped out behind his transport smiling ear to ear. His heart still pounding.

"It’s not huge but there's a Kriffing cargo ship buried under your transport and a fighter. Help me lift them. Cargos are gold mines."

    She stood shoulder to shoulder with him; well, shoulder to rib. Both of their arms were raised. It was shaky at first but they managed to move Savage’s large transport off to the side with the force. The fighter was much easier to shift. She grabbed his wrist and cried out excitedly, pulling him along to the sealed door.

"Could you cut it open with your saber?"

He smiled as she watched him ignite his saber and cut through the thick durasteel.

"Yes! Cutitopencutitopencutitopen!" she chanted excitedly and squealed.

Once he kicked the obstacle out of their way she shrieked and dove practically head first inside. When he entered, he was hit with the heavy scent of death. Four Weequay bodies lay scattered and half rotted around the cargo bay. Savage covered his nose with a disgusted look on his face.

The woman however didn't seem bothered by it as she sifted through the containers.

"This was a pirate ship... I haven't seen many of those," her whole top half was inside a rather large container while she spoke.

"Usually lots of credits, jewelry, spice.... not really useful to us right now but if we ever make it out of here, we'll be rich." He made his way to the sleeping quarters and took the standard med gear and hygiene supplies that was fairly standard to each room.

    When he came out, he found her pleasantly surprised as she held up some lovely dresses in bright colors to her form.

"I think I can tailor these to fit..." more thinking out loud than actually talking to him. She walked deeper, into the cockpit and tried to fire up the engine to no avail. She didn't have hope, it looked like they nose-dived into the ground anyway. She sighed and checked the common area.

    Rations, some cook ware in better shape than hers was, liquor... other odds and ends that would be decently useful. Savage found her holding a Sabacc deck.

"Do you know how to play?" She asked coyly?

"Yeah... some of the other nightbrothers taught me when I was a pup. Do you?" She shook her head.

"Well, I'll show you. We can play together." Her face lit up and something warmed in his chest that he'd never felt before. He pointed his thumb back towards the cargo bay.

"I found something you might be interested in.." she followed him; arms full. He fiddled with a small electronic box and powered it up.

"It won't connect to the net out here but it looks like there are some downloaded holovids,” he turned back to face her. She had dropped everything she was carrying and stared at him in amazement.

"I...I've never seen a holo-player out here before," he smirked.

"Well princess if you can charge it, we can see what's on it."

    The two of them loaded up what they had onto Mira. Princess did a thorough once over of the other ships. Finding a blaster with a decent amount of charges was the second best find next to the holo-player. They found a few sewing kits, more rations and med kits, and some crop seeds which also excited her.

They had ended up spending much longer than she wanted to searching through the wreckage. The sun was starting to set and it was falling fast.

"We need to get going. It gets dangerous at night... things come out.." she shifted uncomfortably on her feet looking up into the trees. Mira let out a quiet warning chirp. Savage lifted her up and put her on the Varactyl's back, climbing up behind her. This time when he held her waist it was more protective.

"I think I can sense them... what are they?"

Mira took off but it was slower, more cautious than when they came here to begin with.

"I don't know.. I've never seen them clearly. I know they have two arms, and three long sharp claws. Their hide is tough and... very rough. No fur.."

    Savage held his saber in one hand, not yet igniting it. He could see in the dark but these creatures still hid. The sky was a deep, dusty blue as dusk swallowed the atmosphere. It felt different at night. Like the air was hungry.

"I will keep you safe," he said as his eyes darted around. Once they broke the tree line it was only a short distance to the cabin. They unhooked the bags from Mira and she dashed behind the house up the barren hills, as far away from the forest as she could get. Savage and princess walked into the house.

"I've never seen them leave the forest. They've never come out of the trees into the clearing so the house and the yard are safe as well as the hot springs and hills behind us. Savage nodded in understanding.

"Stay here," his voice rumbled, "I'll fetch wood for the fire."

    She nodded before he left with his weapon in hand. Princess started putting away their various findings and set some rations out on the table. They were going to have to go hunting again tomorrow. She felt his shift in the force. Fear had a particularly unique wavelength. She took the blaster and right before could get to the door he kicked it open with his arms filled with wood. He hurried inside, dropped the wood and latched the lock. His face was blanched.

"Are you alright?" she asked slowly reaching for him.

"They just stood there. Behind the trees. Watching."

"You have night vision?"

He nodded and looked down at her.

"I... I’ve never seen anything like them. So.. gangly. Tall and.." he shuddered and shook his head, controlling himself. If she lived here for so long it was safe but when he turned back to face her, she had regressed.

"Beasts in the trees....." she still stood but her eyes were blown, her arms crossed over her chest; trembling.

"Beasts in the trees...." she repeated

He quickly gathered her up in his arms and sat on the bed. Her terror radiating off of her. He shushed her softly and rocked gently. With a finger under her chin, he tilted her face up to his.

"Come back to me princess," he whispered soothingly.

"It’s alright, you're safe. I will keep you safe. I've cut down bigger and scarier things in my life. My planet has a rancor infestation. I have you. It's alright," he continued to whisper and hold her until she came down. She splayed her hand on his chest over his hearts. Their strong beat acting as an anchor. She buried her face in his neck. Her breath hot on his skin.

That warm feeling pooled in his chest again. He ran his fingers across her forehead, swishing away the hair that had fallen over it. She finally pulled away to look into his eyes.

"T-thank you Savage... I don't know how much longer I could've lasted alone out here. I feel like I'm breaking as soon as the sun goes down." He thought about his next words carefully as he stroked her cheek.

"My people live in darkness. I have lived with and fought against its terrors all of my life. I swear to you I am strong enough to keep you from harm. Today I found myself... almost glad to have crashed here. Because of you, and what you can show me. But, mostly you princess," his face was hot. She pressed a tender kiss to his cheek.

"We should eat. You especially. I imagine you're starving. The rations aren't bad with the hot sauce I found," she smiled coyly at him.

    They ate in a comfortable silence. This time he watched as she slipped off her dress out of the corner of his eye. A feeling of want tingling under the surface. When they crawled in bed together, she wrapped her leg around him and lay her head on his chest. Listening to his hearts beat while he held her close to him.

She stayed like that all night and for the first time in years, she slept through the night.

[three-blogs-in-a-trenchcoat]

Buffy rewatch: S01E11

Man, I love Cordelia. She’s probably my second favourite Buffy character, right after Buffy herself. And this is where it started. This is why I love her.

“Sometimes when I talk, everyone’s so busy agreeing with me, they don’t hear a word I say.”

Actually, I remember that the first time around, this was the moment I decided to watch the whole series. A show that can give that much reality to the rich, popular girl in high school deserves a chance.

Out of Mind, Out of Sight is the first episode in the series that does something really well that will later become the speciality of the show. The way The Passion of the Nerd puts it (if you don’t know who he is, but you love Buffy, go check out his Youtube channel, he’s amazing), even when an episode isn’t about Buffy, it’s still about Buffy.

This is very clear in this episode. Buffy feels alone, unnoticed, from the very beginning of the episode. She spills an array of weapons out of her bag, and she knows that makes her look like a freak, and she can’t say the reason why. She has this secret she can’t share with anybody. And the only people she can share it with have been best friends since kindergarten, and they themselves share a lot of memories that exclude her.

The parallels between Buffy and Marcie are obvious. The episode starts to excel when she ties both of them to Cordelia.

This episode makes it clearer than ever who Cordelia is, in the context of the show. She’s what Buffy could’ve become, if she was not chosen. Buffy was a cheerleader and May Queen. They share an interest in fashion. They’re very similar. And they share something else, something probably every human shares: a need for connection.

Both of them feel alone, but their methods of dealing with it are different. Buffy draws back, just like she will always do. She drew back on her first day of school; instead of the popular girls, she chose the company of the “losers”, the outcasts. This is signified even more here, when Giles awkwardly sits down to their lunch table, an adult among students. But Buffy has found real friends here. She doesn’t have the popularity she wants, or the understanding of her peers, but she has a handful of people who care about her deeply.

On the other hand, Cordelia surrounds herself with people she has no real connection with. “I don’t even know if they like me half the time.” She knows it, but she’s afraid to change, because she, like Buffy, thinks she’ll always be alone, but she’d rather do it being popular. “It beats being alone all by yourself.” In the end, when Willow invites her to sit with them, and her date interrupts, you can see she wanted it so badly. Because she recognises that she’s not so different from Buffy, and maybe if Buffy’s found friends, she could too. But that’s scary. That would mean stripping herself from all the shields she has, baring herself in front of other people, and letting them judge her for who she is. That would mean shutting of all the noise she’d surrounded herself with, and, even for just a moment, stepping into the silence.

She wasn’t ready for that yet. Buffy was.

When she tells Cordelia to shut up, she accepts that she’ll be alone sometimes. All of us will. She accepts who she is, she accepts who she isn’t. She listens. To others, yes, to Marcie, but also to herself. When everything goes silent, the camera pans around her. She’s listening inwards as well as outwards.

I’d also like to point out how well shot the episode is. There are so many artistic shots: the way Cordelia towers over everybody while they’re dressing her, like servants dress their queen, while Buffy watches from the outside, standing in the shadows. The way Buffy caresses Marcie’s Teddy bear, then putting it back, reminscing about simpler times.

All in all, Out of Mind, Out of Sight is a great episode. It rhymes with Earshot two seasons later, in a certain way. It tells us how everyone is so busy trying to be noticed, they won’t notice anyone else. And that’s what Buffy does best: it builds around a single idea, examines it from multiple angles, through multiple characters, who are parallel and in opposition to each other at the same time. And where the episodes feels flat is exactly where it lets go of the central idea.

While the first appearance of the reoccurring image of Angel not having a reflection is great, his role is rather dragging here. I know what’s in that codex, I know why it’s important, but I don’t understand why we had to see here how Giles got his hands on it. (Although it is curious how Giles said the book was about “the end times.” Having seen the end of the series, this is definitely interesting.)

The same thing is true about the gang getting trapped in the basement. The only purpose of that was to let Buffy and Cordelia get kidnapped. I feel like that could’ve been accomplished a thousand other ways. And that miniplot with the FBI... maybe the show was building to something with that and the eggs from Teacher’s Pet that we never got to see, but still...

Nevertheless, this is the best episode of the season so far. We’ll see how Prophecy Girl holds up. (Also, I don’t really have Wiffy content for this one, feel free to point out if I missed anything.)

[twdmusicboxmystery]

Board Games and Walk-of-Fames

Yes, I'm aware of the grammar issues in that title. I went for the rhyme rather than the reason. 😉

Just a few random things today, and then I'll get some longer, more concrete theories out this next week. These are just a couple of things I've noted and taken screenshots of over the past week.

The first was posted in our FB group by @ normans_peach (IG). There's a board game out called No Sanctuary, and our girl is on the cover! Yay!

And it's kind of interesting. Obviously, based on the graphic, there's a focus on the farm. That, by itself, I would side-eye, because it's just another reminder of Beth and stuff that happened quite a long time ago, now.

But it's also called No Sanctuary. The "No Sanctuary" part of the show didn't happen until long after the farm, in 5x01, and of course that was the beginning of the Grady arc.

Secondly, this was a tweet someone sent me by Emily. Actually, Gail Anne Hurd first posted it, but Emily retweeted her comment and even added her return-star emoji.

For those who hadn't heard, Norman has been chosen to receive a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame. So GAH's tweet is acknowledging the news and congratulating him. Rightly so. But Emily retweeted it.

Not exactly a TD smoking gun, but still very fun to see.

Happy Sunday, Everyone! 💖

[ourmiraclealigner]

Bets

Eugene Roe x Reader

Gif not mine! Credit to owner.

disclaimer: writings are only based off of the actors portrayal in the television series. this is not meant to disrespect the real hero’s of the war.

synopsis: Sick Eugene confesses feelings to reader

warnings: none

word count: 1.7k

prompt: #39 “Apparently all our friends have a bet going that we end up together”

taglist: @floydtab @hellitwasyoufirstsergeant @vintagelavenderskies @mavysnavy @ivy-miranda-2390 @love-studying58 @ya-yeeteth @rarmiitage @primusk @punkgeekchic @joesliebgott @weirdbiwitch

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(Y/N) (Y/L/N) was a day past 18 when she enlisted, and, being this young, had zero medical experience. She kept her head down and worked hard, rightfully earning her place in the Airborne.She was careful all throughout bootcamp in order to prevent Sobel from kicking her out for any infraction. She got along with the men and didn’t draw too much attention to herself. She was picked to be a medic; no rhyme or reason, she was just chosen. But now these young men’s lives were in her hands so she worked day and night making sure she knew what she was doing.

Eugene Roe was in the same boat. Being just 20 when he enlisted, the only medical training he had was the little he learned from his days in the Boy Scouts. But he pushed on just like everyone else. This was his job, these were his friends, and he would not let them die.

And as time went on, (Y/N) and Eugene grew closer. Since they were both shy and reserved, they did their work in silence, occansically asking a small question or two about each other's day or about the lesson they had sat through earlier. The conversations were always quick and bland, nothing personal ever revealed.

One warm night in Tocca, Eugene opened up.

The air was warm and wet, leaving a light sheen of sweat on everyone's exposed skin. The lights were out in the barracks, everyone fast asleep from the long day of PT. (Y/N) and Eugene read in their bunks, trying to memorize the information they had learned earlier that day about veins. The book laid on (Y/N)’s lap, angled to get enough moonlight on the page in order to read and see the diagrams. Eugene paused and glanced up, letting the book fall from his lap.

“You know” He spoke softly, careful not to wake anyone up. The way his deep voice cut through the thick air frightened (Y/N), her head snapping towards him as his pale lips curved into a small smile. “When it’s like this outside, makes me think of home” His dark eyes flashed towards her for a second before he looked down at his lap as he readjusted his legs in the bed. “It always feels like this in summer, my ma would have every window in the house open to let the breeze in.” He cut himself off with a chuckle before continuing. “She would say the fresh air would help me stop acting up in class.”

(Y/N) couldn’t stop the smile that moved to her lips as she closed the book, giving him all of her attention. She moved closer to the edge of the bed so she could hear him better. “Do you miss home?” She inquired, watching his gaze move back towards her. Noticing her closed book, he did the same, moving so he was on his side facing her.

“Yeah, of course.” His hands moved under his pillow, raising his head a bit more. “I joined thinking I was going to make a difference, thought I would come here, fight, and then get to go home. I don’t feel like much use right now.” She nodded, understanding completely where he was coming from.

“I don’t regret joining.” She admitted softly, her fingers brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Even though I can’t stand Sobel’s bullshit, I think things will be different once we get out of here”

He grunted in response, the sound of the bugs in the bushes outside filling the room. She understood he was a man of few words, but was happy he had opened up a bit about his life back home.

They continued getting closer, letting each other in on little aspects in their lives. (Y/N) learned about Eugene's likes, dislikes, family, and past girlfriends. Eugene learned much of the same about his young friend, always making small mental notes of the things they had in common.

And soon, the pair was inseparable. The other men hardly saw them not together. They were joined at the hip and knew everything there was to know about the other.

When they got to Aldbourne, not much changed. Stuck in the supply room most days, they started communicating through looks, (Y/N) catching Eugene’s eye every once in a while as they listened to a British medic ramble on about what they had seen, or an older man complain about the state of the world.

(Y/N) did most of the talking, trying to get the time to pass quicker as they took inventory of medical supplies. She rambled about home, the family she had been staying with, things she had seen around camp. But on this day, Eugene couldn’t stop talking about the daughter of the family that was housing (Y/N). They had met earlier that day.

(Y/N) couldn’t stop the pang of jealousy that ripped through her chest as he rambled on about how she was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. She threw the gauze into a box, flashing him a glare as he stopped mid sentence.

“What?” He asked, his hands moving a box behind him to create more space.

“Nothing” Her voice was sharp as he grabbed another handful of gauze. “Just haven't stopped talking about her since we started”

His dark gaze flashed up to her before looking back down as his hands moved a heavy wooden lid off of a box, her words repeating in his mind as he went through the boxes contents.

“Oh”

She looked at him quickly, her lips pursing as she noticed the disappointment evident on his face.

“It's just-I see her all of the time, you know? She’s always flirting with all of the guys.” She cleared her throat before continuing “I don’t want you to get wrapped up with someone like that.” She explained, knowing deep down she really didn’t want Eugene with another girl.

Thick tension settled onto the air above them as only the sounds of them moving around supplies filled the tiny room.

“I’m not trying to be an asshole, Gene, I swear.” She tried to explain, feeling as if warning him was somehow wrong. “I’m just trying to look out for you. You’re a handsome guy, there’s plenty of other girls who would love to-”

“Yeah? Look around (Y/N). There aren't a lot of options.”

Her eyebrows furrowed as her head snapped up, watching him take in a deep, shaky breath. Eugene was never one to snap. She paused. This was the first time she had really looked at him all day; she hadn’t noticed the darkness under his eyes and how pale he looked. She pushed a heavy box out of the way, stepping into his space and crouching in front of him. He flinched back as she put the back of her hand against his forehead.

“Gene” She sighed softly, resting her hand on his shoulder to make him sit still as she put her hand against his warm skin. “C’mon” She stood up, holding her hand out for him to grab. “I’ll finish this up, you need to sleep.”

He scoffed and shook his head, his skin tingling where she had touched.

“I’m serious.” She tilted her head to the side, watching him carefully.

“I feel fine.” His tone was still sharp, her eyes rolling at his stubbornness

“You don’t look fine and you aren't acting fine.” She scolded “There’s not much left to do anyway and you won’t be of any use if you’re sick.” She added lightly, smirking when his lip twitched.

She took his large hand in hers, digging her feet into the ground as he allowed himself to be pulled up with a slight grunt. She kept his hand in hers as they walked out of the small supply room, his cheeks flushed as he squinted in the late afternoon sun.

They walked to the house he was bilited in, a smile washing onto (Y/N)’s face when she realized it was empty, happy it was quiet enough for him to catch up on sleep. She let him go to his room and change as she fetched him water from the kitchen, making sure to knock before walking back into his room.

She gently pushed him onto the bed, setting the glass of cool water onto the nightstand before pulling the thick quilt up to his collarbone. She softly hummed as she ran her hand through his dark hair, watching his eyes flutter closed.

“You just need a few hours of sleep, you’re exhausted” She spoke gently, her fingers seemingly disappearing into the softness of his hair.

“Just a little bit.” He mumbled, the sleepiness in his voice making his accent thicker. His hand found his way to hers, covering it with his. She leaned down, pressing a light kiss to his nose, smiling as she felt it slightly scrunch underneath her lips.

Pulling away with a smile, she caressed his arm with her free hand, feeling the goosebumps on his skin as her fingers drew light patterns.

“Do you really think she’s the prettiest girl you've ever seen?” She asked after a few moments of silence, her eyes flashing to his light pink lips.

“Who?”

She scoffed, earning a chuckle from Eugene. “Don’t act like that.”

“No, I don’t think she's the prettiest.” His fingers intertwined with hers. “Can’t be when I’ve got the prettiest girl in the whole world taking care of me right now” Her cheeks burned a deep red at his words, his lips curving into a smirk at the effect his words had.

“You know” She started, “Apparently all our friends have a bet going that we end up together.” She couldn't stop the smile that came onto her lips as she watched his reaction.

His eyes fluttered open, the mix of warmth and love on his face making her chest tighten.

“Yeah?”

She nodded, feeling his lips press a light kiss to the inside of her wrist.

“I wonder who bet the most.” He said, cutting himself off as he gently pulled her down, his hand resting on her cheek as he connected their lips. “Because they were right”

[hamanuelton]

my favorite parts of hamilton:

- “I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory.”

- every time Leslie Odom Jr. as aaron burr begins another part with “how did a bastard, orphan-“ or like in that same way ‘cause he doesn’t always start it that way but you know what I mean

- the way Leslie Odom Jr. as My Boi Burr™️ says “well, the world got around, they said, ‘this kid is insane, man!’”

- also when Leslie Odom Jr. as A. Burr says

“WHAT’S YOUR NAME, MAN?!”

- “our man saw his future drip-dripping down the drain, a pencil to his temple, connected it to his brain”

- “Alexander Hamilton. My name is Alexander Hamilton. And there’s a million things I haven’t done, but just you wait, just you wait...”

- background “just you wait, just you wait”’s as hammy’s putting on a new jacket and ensemble is praising nyc

- “and me? i’m the damn fool that shot him.”

- “Burr, sir” + the continuation of this all throughout

- “If you talk you’re gonna get shot” / FORESHADOWING WOOOEEEEWOOOOO

- “i’m John Laurens in the place to be”

- Lafayette’s fuckinf accent

- “BRRRAH! BRRAAAH! HERCULES MULLIGAN UP IN IT LOVIN IT”

- “if you stand for nothing, Burr, what’ll you fall for”

- “‘Onarchy?”

- hey, yo, i’m just like my country, i’m young, scrappy, and hungry—

- the way Odom Leslie Jr. as The Hamburrglar™️ says ‘shot’ and they all take a shot

- this ⤵️

- Hammy getting //flustered// about friendship

- WHEN ARE THESE COLONIES GONNA RISE UP

- Angelica’s face when Burr is tryna tell her bout herself and she shows him up and ships him out

- Act 1: 6. Farmer Refuted

- honorable mention: “my dog speaks more eloquently than thee!" "but strangely, your mange is the same." "is he in jersey?”

- King George pouting

- Jonathan Groff’s overarticulation of each syllable as King George is a work of art

- “♪ Da-da-da-dat-da-dat-da-da-da-dai-ah-da! ♪ Da-da-da-da-dai-ah-da! ♪

- “Everybody! —“

- “We keep meeting.”

- “i imagine death so much it feels more like a memory. when’s it gonna get me? in my sleep? seven feet ahead of me?”

- “See, I never thought I’d live past twenty.”

- “this is not a moment, it’s the movement”

- “I’m laughin’ in the face of casualties and sorrow, for the first time, I’m thinkin’ past tomorrow!”

- “dying is easy, young man, living is harder!”

- “i’m being honest. i’m working with a third of what our Congress promised.”

- “you need all the help you can get. i have some friends. Laurens, Mulligan, Marquis de Lafayette, okay, what else?” — “we’ll need some spies on the inside, some king’s men who might let some things slide.”

- “watch this obnoxious, arrogant, loudmouth bother be seated at the right hand of the father.”

- “Martha Washington named her feral tomcat after him” — “That’s true.”

- “Yo, if your marry a sister, you’re rich, son!” — “Is it a question of ‘if’, Burr, or which one?” and then the little ‘hey’ ‘hey’ thing they do gets me every time

- literally the use of yo throughout the production fucking gets me every single fucking time

- “i’m writin’ a letter nightly. now my life gets better, every letter that you write me. — THE PURE UNBRIDLED SENSE OF FORESHADOWING IN “laughin’ at my sister, cuz she wants to form a harem” — ft. “i’m just sayin’, if you really loved me, you would share him!”

- the irony in “Eliza, i don’t have a dollar to my name”, you’ll be on the $10 bill, my man

- top-notch brain

- Angelica TRIED TO TAKE A BITE OF ME

- the way Anthony Ramos as John Laurens says “alright, alright. that’s what i’m talkin’ about!” and also the face that he makes

- hunger-pang frame

- “You strike me as a woman who has never been satisfied.” — “I’m sure I don’t know what you mean. You forget yourself.” — “You’re like me. I’m never satisfied.” — “Is that right?” — “I have never been satisfied.” — “My name is Angelica Schuyler.” — “Alexander Hamilton.” — “Where’s your fam’ly from?” — “Unimportant. There’s a million things I haven’t done but just you wait, just you wait...”

- tbh the way ‘Schuyler’ is spelled is oddly satisfying to me

- honestly just the way LMM says Alexander Hamilton+/ my name is Alexander Hamilton, and there’s a million things i haven’t done, ‘just you wait, just you wait...’ throughout the production

- “i’m the oldest and the wittiest and the gossip in new york city is insidious”

- “You are the worst, Burr.”

- Act 1: 12. The Story of Tonight (Reprise)

- “love doesn’t discriminate, between the sinners and the saints, it takes and it takes and it takes”

- “love doesn’t discriminate, between the sinners and the saints, it takes and it takes and it takes and we keep living anyway. we rise and we fall and we break and we make our mistakes. and if there’s a reason i’m still alive when everyone who loves me has died—“

- “Chick-a-plao!”

- the way they say ‘raise a glass’ is both elegant and (appropriately) reverent

- “i go back to new york and my apprenticeship” — i shouted MY BOI HERCULES MULLIGAN UP IN IT LOVIN IT DID NOT JUST SAY THAT, IF HE ACTUALLY LEFT AND ISN’T JUST UNDERCOVER OR SOME SHIT IMMA WRITE LIN-MANUEL MIRANDA A STRONGLY WORDED LETTER

- the minute General Charles Les came into the picture i hated him so hard, even though his literal first word was ‘Whee!!!!’, though i can appreciate the sentiment and what LMM was tryna do there

- “Washington cannot be left to his devices indescisive, from crisis to crisis” — sweet baby jesus that alliteration, and jon rua totally pulled it off (i hate General Charles Lee not the person who played him, i can also appreciate the fact that as an actor it takes a lot of talent to be able to make you hate a character so easily, also shoutout to Jonathan Groff as King Georgey-Boy™️, Sydney James Harcourt as james reynolds, and the general way LMM somehow made me fed up/turn on Alexander with the whole scene with him and Maria Reynolds — and not only that but somehow redeemed himself to me which is easier said than done for characters and people alike.. i’ve been hurt too much to play like that.

- Act 1: 15. Ten Duel Commandments

- honorable mention: “if you don’t reach peace, that’s alright. time to get some pistols and a doctor on site. you pay him in advance, you treat him with civility. you have him turn around so he can have deniability.”

- Act 1: 17. That Would Be Enough

- honorable mention: the melody that LMM went with for that turn of phraseis a truly beautiful thing

- “Immigrants:” — “We get the job done.”

- THE FACT THAT MY MAIN MAN HERCULE MULLIGAN WAS ON THE INSIDE NOT ONLY DID I CALL IT BUT DAMN HE REALLY GOT THAT GOOD HOT TRIBUTE HE DESERVED

- “To my brother’s a revolutionary covenant! I’m runnin’ with the sons of liberty and I am lovin’ it! See, that’s what happens when you up against the ruffians. We’re in the shit now, somebody gotta shovel it! Hercules Mulligan, I need no introduction, when you knock me down I get the fuck back up again!”

- Act 1: 21. What Comes Next

- honorable mention: “i’m so blue” — the little squat that Groffsauce does as the light turns blue really got to me

- Act 1: 22. Dear Theodosia

- Leslie Odom Jr.’s voice is so ding dang delightfully airy

- honorable mention: “You have my eyes. You have your mother’s name. When you came into the world, you cried and it broke my heart.”

- Act 1: 23. Non-Stop

- as someone with siblings i can appreciate that they’re bickering like that’s just what they are

- “I was chosen for the constitutional convention! *squeal*”

- “Burr, we studied and we fought and we killed for the notion of a nation we now get to build. For once in your life, take a stand with pride. I don’t understand how you stand to the side.”

- Act 2: 1. What’d I Miss?

- honorable mention: “But the sun comes up and the world still spins.”

- Act 2: 2. Cabinet Battle #1

- honorable mention: “DOIN’ WHATEVER THE HELL IT IS YOU DO IN MONTICELLO!”

- tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow

- “Daddy, daddy, look.... My name is Philip. I am a poet. I wrote this poem just to show it. And I just turned nine. You can write rhymes but you can’t write mine.” - “What!” - “I practice French and play piano with my mother.” — “Uh-huh!” — “I have a sister but I want a little brother.” — “Okay!” — “My daddy’s trying to start America’s bank. Un deux trois quatre cinq!” — “Bravo!” — “Hey, our kid is pretty great.”

- as much as i hate Act 2: 4. Say No To This (because for some reason i though Alexander Hamilton was better than that) Jasmine Cephas Jones sings in it is like a hot knife through butter — namely; “My husband’s doin’ me wrong beatin’ me, cheatin’ me, mistreatin’ me...”... I guess maybe I understand it ‘cause damn Jasmine Cephas Jones is so ding dang pretty and ding dang talented and wow what a remarkable person

- the way that Lin says “And her body’s saying, ‘hell, yes’ is um.. 😓

- “You see, that was my wife you decided to” — “Fuuuu—“

- Act 2: 5. The Room Where It Happens

- honorable mention: “Bros.”

- “Talk less. Smile more.” LMM being a dramatic bastard

- Act 2: 6. Schuyler Defeated

- Act 2: 7. Cabinet Battle #2

- “revolution is messy but now is the time to stand."

- honorable mention: “Ooh!!”

- “We signed a treaty with a King whose head is now in a basket. Would you like to take it out and ask it? ‘Should we honor our treaty, King Louis’ head?’ ‘Uh... do whatever you want, I’m super dead.’”

- Thomas Jefferson all like “but sir do we not fight for freedom” MY BAD SIR YOU ARE A SLAVE-OWNER HOW ABOUT YOU NOT

- mentioning Lafayette because apparently LMM has no problem with breaking the fourth wall

- “Daddy’s calling.”

- “I’m in the cabinet. I am complicit in watching him grabbin’ at power and kiss it. If Washington isn’t gon’ listen to disciplined dissidents, this is the difference. This kid is out!”

- “Southern motherfuckin’ Democratic-Republicans!”

- “The emperor has no clothes.”

- “Sir, I don’t know what you heard but whatever it is Jefferson started it.” — “Thomas Jefferson resigned this morning.” — “You’re kidding.” — “I need a favor.” — “Whatever you say, sir, Jefferson will pay for his behavior.” — “I’ll use the press. I’ll write under a pseudonym, you’ll see what I can do to him—“ — “Yes! He resigned you can finally speak your mind!” — “Ha. Good luck defeating you, sir.” - “I’m sorry, what?”

- Act 2: 10. I Know Him

- “—Vice President.” — “— No more Mr. Nice President.”

- “Sit down, John, you fat motherf—“

- Act 2: 12. We Know

- honorable mention: “You see that was my wife you decided to—“ — “WHAT—“

- Act 2: 13. Hurricane

- Act 2: 14. The Reynolds Pamphlet

- honorable mention: *DEEP VOICE* “DAMN”

- Act 2: 15. Burn

- i’ll be the first to say i wasn’t a huge fan of Eliza at first aside from Phillipa Soo’s killer voice

- this gave me a lot of respect for her

- honorable mention: “You have married an Icarus. He has flown too close to the sun.”

- Act 2: 16. Blow Us All Away

- i would like to point out that tweet where someone @‘s LMM about not mentioning Philip’s hot and he responds “I’M FAIRLY F**CKING SURE I DID”, y’know ⤵️

- “The ladies say my brain’s not where the resemblance stops.”

- “God, you’re a fox.”

- Act 2: 17. Stay Alive (Reprise)

- The ‘I know, I know. Shh.’ and the full circle back to his mom teaching him french on the piano really got to me for the beautiful artistry in it but also damn them feels

- Act 2: 18. It’s Quiet Uptown

- “I spend hours in the garden. I walk alone to the store and it’s quiet uptown. I never liked the quiet before. I take the children to church on Sunday, a sign of the cross at the door, and I pray. That never used to happen before.”

- “Philip, you would like it uptown. It’s quiet uptown.”

- “You knock me out, I fall apart.”

- “Eliza, do you like it uptown? It’s quiet uptown.”

- “There are moments that the words don’t reach. There is suffering too terrible to name. You hold your child as tight as you can and push away the unimaginable. The moments when you’re in so deep it feels easier to just swim down.”

- “There are moments that the words don’t reach. There is a grace too powerful to name. We push away what we can never understand. We push away the unimaginable.”

- “Can you imagine?”

- Act 2: 19. The Election of 1800

- honorable mention: “And they say I’m a Francophile: at least they know I know where France is!”

- “You used to work on the same staff” — “Whaaaat.”

- “Honestly, it’s kind of draining.” — “Burr...” — “Sir!” — “Is there anything you wouldn’t do?” — “No. I’m chasing what I want. And you know what?” — “What?” — “I learned that from you.” / this moment made the blow that he voted for Jefferson like a damn hole in my chest and i actually really felt for Burr. i get Hammy’s reluctance, i think if anything he was hoping voting for Jefferson would give Burr the chance to have experience as VP and then the next election he might vote for him then depending

- Act 2: 20. Your Obedient Servant

- A. Burr

- A. Ham

- “I just need to write something down.” / really resonated as one of the last things they showed him doing before going off to the duel, his life really was writing and that was the perfect way to say that in a very subtle sort of way. i really appreciate it artistically, whether it was intentionally so or not.

- Act 2: 22. The World Was Wide Enough

- okay but first of all i would like to comment on the fact that Ariana DeBose PLAYS THE GODDAMN BULLET, I JUST

- THE FACT THAT THE BULLET HAS A PART

- “This man will not make an orphan of my daughter.” / this made me really sympathize with Burr, as well as when he tries to go towards Hamilton (at least in the play but I sincerely hope that was historically accurate) / but also that fact that Theodosia Burr was lost at sea at 29 makes me sad because Hamilton’s life was taken to give her one and then she just up and disappears in a freak accident

- Act 2: 23. Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story

- the orphanage got to me

- i loved that he (LMM) didn’t end it with himself or anything

- he let Phillipa Soo tear my heart out

- it killed me but i died quite happily

- and really what more could you ask for.

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[ laugh ] for your muse to laugh at something mine did

word prompts meme (accepting ) + @wehavefoundthestars // elio

Ravenclaw gets the wrong kind of reputation amongst those on the outside. Perhaps there is something to it all, for there is a reason, a rhyme, as to why they’ve all been CHOSEN. They are studious, curious, hardened by their own thirst for knowledge and understanding, to be the one that held the cards, cautious, in their approach to most things. But as they dedicate themselves to work, there is a certain desire for play that innately runs within them all - after all, what better reward was there after a night of reading and self-study? A crooked smile, and a victory made in their Quidditch match against their house rivals (who drown themselves in all play and softness), and their towers are piqued for their victory celebration.

Marlene’s on a table, standing firm with bright eyes and having drunk too much for her own good - but tonight’s not one to think too deeply on poor decisions for one evening. “Now we only have the Gryffindor team to take on, and the cup will be OURS!” a loquacious claim, from the otherwise understated girl, who in her boots, and in her attempt to make the jump from her table, found herself wobbling overtop of the table, her laughter unburdened until she’d toppled off of it and into the arms of a fellow Ravenclaw, seeing that he, too, was laughing at her. “Here’s to hoping we win, right?” The shake of his arms, she’s riding high on joyous spirits, and nothing, not even a little tumble, was due to take her down.

“Now Elio here will lead us all in a victory speech. Is that no right?” maybe she’s being a little mean in this, but as the other turn to look at him, her hands are up, a grin spreading all the wider. Maybe LILY AND EMMELINE AND DORCUS were all rubbing off on her, more than she cared to admit - but that was friendship for you, and Elio was left, usually ever so graceful and ever so poised, caught flat footed, she believed, for the first time in his life. Hand pressed to her mouth to suppress her laughter, yet confident that he’d be the sort to deliver. That, she knew, was something that her house could be held to. 

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🎃October Lineup🎃

Thank you again to everyone who voted for their choices! ❤️ ❤️ 

It means so much to me that you’re excited for these stories and it’s so fun to see what premises you end up choosing :)

So the results are:

Kylo

Ready or Not [17] won over The Fall of Exegol Castle [10]

Summary: here’s a taste; RC is married off to Hux, who’s become embroiled with the First Order. Their leader Snoke wants to play a game that inevitably ends in death on her wedding night and Kylo finds himself wanting to help her and see her survive.

The vibe: bloody murder, suspense, deadpan humor, burgeoning romance, Kylo being a double agent, RC getting progressively sick of everyone’s ish

Clyde

Triwizard Tournament [17] won over  Nightmares before Halloween [10]

Summary: Students at Ilvermorny don’t like that they never got to participate in the notorious Triwizard Tournament, so they decide to stage one themselves, between their four houses. Clyde is chosen as the champion for Wampus and RC represents Pukwudgie as they face Thestral races, duels, potion making under duress and more.

Vibe: potterversy and fun, a little dick-measury and flirty, with a just a smidge of danger and excitement during the tasks

Flip

Quintessence [21] pretty much crushed Haunted [5]

Summary: After a streak of gory, ritualistic murders of several women, Flip is assigned the case. There are no viable leads, no rhyme or reason, until RC is dropped off at his doorstep and he immediately recognizes her resemblance to the slain women, understanding it’s her they’re after, whoever they are. Throughout the story, he finds out some pretty unbelievable secrets and becomes entangled with things far beyond his jurisdiction. 

The vibe: starts off dark and gory, but becomes lighter and more fun as it progresses, grump with a heart of gold learns to open up to the majesty of life and love (through a murder investigation)

Jacques

Red Riding Hood [19] won over There can be no peace for us [9]

Summary: here’s a taste; wolf beasts roam the night and more men die in attacks every day. RC is forced to leave her home and brave the road in hopes of coming to her grandmother’s estate when she suffers a serious accident that almost costs her her life. Le Gris finds her and somehow, she ends up alive, inside the walls of his castle. However, a strange disease seems to be plaguing her, causing changes in her mood and body, and Le Gris is the only one she seems to want to be around.

The vibe: pretty dark and messed up, bloody, gory, carnal, explicit, full of murder and questionable behavior

For the (hopefully) shorter stories, Sculptor!Henry [10] was the most requested, and Rick and Undercover!Garupe tied [7]

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I received some lovely messages and asks of people being very excited for the stories that didn’t end up getting chosen, and I’m sorry about that - I feel the same excitement for them too. But I’ll definitely do something with those premises as well at some point :)

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I don’t know about you, but I am fully in a Halloween mood and these stories will definitely hit the spot for me 🎃

I hope you have a wonderful weekend ahead and thanks again ❤️ ❤️