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farfromstrange · 3 months

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Mismatched Bridesmaid | Matt Murdock x F!Reader

PART 2 of The Vault

See this post for more information on my Valentine's Day Special & Follower Celebration, but these fics can be read separately!

Pairing: Matt Murdock x F!Reader

Summary: Deciding to go to your old college roommate's wedding turns into a bad idea when you suddenly have to function as a bridesmaid until you're paired with a very handsome groomsman.

Warnings: Fluff, attempt at humor, SMUT (18+ MINORS DNI), oral f!receiving, use of "good girl", One-Night Stand, shameless flirting, kind of "horny at first sight", so cheesy it might make you hate cheese

Word Count: 4.3k

A/n: I was wondering why this didn't post until I saw that I hit "save draft" instead of schedule, so this may come on time for some and too late for others, but I'm still awake, so it counts as the 15th. Also, when I wrote this it was after hinting at it on here, and I was excited at first, but I'm not too happy with it now because it's just silly and falls a little flat, in my opinion. This is why I went back in and edited a hell of a lot, adding some things, etc. Nevertheless, I promised to clear out the vault for this event, so this is it. I got inspired by seeing the She-Hulk clips when the episode with Matty came out. It may or may not be noticeable. We're also working with the Nelson, Murdock & Page narrative. Enjoy!

You are not made for white-veil occasions.

While weddings, in their essence, symbolize unity while covering different facets of romantic beauty, they are also inherently stressful for nearly everyone involved in the proceedings. Over the years of adulthood, you’ve found that weddings tend to end in disaster when you attend—and you are not particularly fond of engaging in drama.

When your old college roommate sent you an invitation to her wedding in June, you considered responding with no. You’ve been close for a few years, but then you graduated, found separate careers, and then never talked again. You weren’t sure why she would send you an invitation until you called the number on the back of the card and you began catching up. She told you that she wanted to invite you because you were a vital part of her early twenties, and it reminded you that you are both adults and you have both grown beyond what you thought possible, so you couldn’t find it in yourself to tell her that you couldn’t make it to her wedding. Instead, you told her that you wouldn’t miss it for the world. That answer though seemed to have turned destiny against you.

You were excited when you arrived at the chapel this morning, but as soon as your foot touched the holy ground, everything went wrong. Maybe it is because you’re an atheist and God hates you, or maybe Karma just really fucking loves toying with you. Either way, when your friend’s maid of honor—also one of the few people you hung out with during your wild college days—came up to you, looking pale and panicked, you knew that the curse you always bring to weddings was only continuing to wreak havoc.

She said to you, “One of the girls got into a car accident on her way here. Don’t worry, she’s not dead, just a broken wrist, but that means we are one bridesmaid short. I need someone to step in before Janet finds out and cuts off my head for ruining her wedding day,” and she was deadly serious about it, too.

You knew that it was a mistake to come to this wedding, especially without a date or a plus-one to fall back on.

You were so focused on marveling at the beautiful white and golden decorations living the aisle, fantasizing about the day you might be walking down one of those that you didn’t think anything could go wrong since everything had been going so right. You should have known better than to trust that treacherous feeling of excitement that you made sure to nurture before breakfast so you could enjoy the ceremony and the party afterward without making it dependent on the open bar—although that fact did help.

Instead of dreaming about free drinks though, you’re being squeezed into a satin green dress with a low cut in the front, and someone you don’t know is slathering burgundy lipstick onto your lips. They are purposely trying to turn you into a copy of all the other bridesmaids, and you hate it. You hate it so much you get the sudden urge to scratch your eyes out and tear the skin off your lips.

Janet, the maid of honor, comes back up to you. She’s aged at least ten years since you last saw her when she pulled you away from the aisle. You feel for her. The entire weight of this wedding rests on her shoulders.

She eyes you, checking your outfit, before giving you a curt nod. “Thank God, you’re hot,” she mutters. You’re not sure if you were supposed to hear it.

“Thank you?” you answer awkwardly.

“Alright.” She fixes the corners of your lipstick. “We need to pair you with a different guy than Miss I-Don’t-Know-How-To-Drive was supposed to walk down the aisle with. Your looks don’t match. You’ll get Kathy’s partner,” she says. “And we need to line up, like, now because shit is happening in five minutes, not a second later. We can’t give Bridezilla the time to kill us all.”

With a frown, you ask, “Is she aware at all of what’s happening?”

Janet shakes her head. “No, and it’s better this way. Trust me.”

You stop questioning her. She knows what she’s doing.

When she guides you outside to line up, you’re not sure what to expect. You don’t know the groom, and you don’t know his friends. You’re here on your own, and now you’re part of a bridal party that you are also barely familiar with, wearing a dress that you were forced into for the sake of aesthetics. You hate when something is reduced to aesthetics because beauty has many facets, and you would have walked down that aisle with anyone as long as you could get it over with.

Until you see him. Strikingly dark hair in a perfectly cut tuxedo that underlines the muscles hiding underneath the fabric. His eyes are hidden behind round, red glasses that reflect the sunlight coming in through the already stained glass of the chapel’s windows. In his hands, he’s holding a white cane, leaning his entire weight on it as he waits. And he waits for none other than you.

Janet paired you with the most beautiful man on this planet, you can’t deny that. The way he stands there, his sharp jawline on full display—he looks ethereal. Just looking at him makes you sweat, and you’re starting to panic. What if she made a mistake? You can’t do this. You can’t—

“Matt,” she says and shoves you beside him into the line of bridesmaids and groomsmen.

Janet introduces you, and then she’s gone. She pushes you into the cold water, forcing you to learn how to swim.

He tilts his head in your direction. “Hi,” he says. The sound of his voice resembles the purr of a black cat as it reverberates, but his grin reminds you of the Devil himself.

Fuck. Me.

You either did something very wrong to land here, or you did everything right.

“Hi,” you stammer. One look at him, and the blood rushes to your cheeks. Your face is burning.

He offers you his hand. “I’m Matt,” he says as if Janet didn’t already expose that to you.

Still, you take his hand. It’s the polite thing to do. “And I’m not supposed to be here.” Mentally, you curse yourself for being so stupid.

Matt chuckles. Even his laugh sounds bittersweet. Like dark chocolate. “I, uh, gathered as much.”

“I’m sorry,” you bite your lip, “I’m not—this is really weird. I don’t even know what to say.” You pray for the ground to open up and swallow you whole, maybe that will make it less embarrassing.

His features soften. There is no judgment. You can’t see his eyes, but there is a certain softness about him that throws you off guard, but you no longer feel like you’re drowning. “If it helps, I’m only here because I helped the groom graduate law school by writing his essays, and he feels like he owes me, so…I also don’t want to be here,” he says, and he reaches up to adjust his glasses. You get a small glimpse of his eyes. They’re hazel. Beautiful. He has an aura that draws you in; it’s not just his physical beauty that strikes you.

This man—this magnetic force of a man called Matt—is a stranger. He’s a man you were paired with to walk down the aisle even though you were never meant to be a bridesmaid in this wedding in the first place. So many things are happening to and around you at once, and you can feel the flames starting to burn and sizzle away at your skin.

You should pull yourself together. You shouldn’t stare at him. You shouldn’t listen to your heart which is hammering against your ribcage. But the emotions are already running high and you can’t possibly focus on anything else. He’s like a lifeline to you.

And God, you want him to put those calloused hands on your skin and take you to bed. But that’s not something to think about in a place of God. On the day of someone else’s wedding. Except that you can’t think of anyone else, and his proximity isn’t making the situation any better for you.

Another blush threatens to take over your features. “Oh, you’re a lawyer?” you ask.

“Yeah,” he says. “I have a firm. Nelson, Murdock & Page.”

“Here in New York?”

“Hell’s Kitchen, yeah. Me and my associates just reopened our doors to the public after a rough year.”

“Oh, that’s...cool. I’m happy for you.”

“Thank you. And what do you do, if I may ask?”

His interest takes you off guard, but you don’t hesitate to answer his question. You tell him your profession, and how you met the bride, and he listens without another word. No man has ever paid you this much attention before.

Though Janet meant it when she said that you will have to start walking in exactly five minutes, not a second longer. She passed by everyone, handing out bouquets. Green with hints of red and gold. It fits the theme. They’re beautiful, but the flowers within the bouquet become a problem when she hands you your own set.

“Janet,” you stop her from leaving. “I can’t take these.”

“The fuck you can’t,” she retorts.

“Seriously, I can’t. I’m allergic to Jasmines. I’ll sneeze.”

She glares at you. “Then fucking hold it.”

There is no arguing with her, and she passes by you to continue putting everyone in their places. You stare down at the bouquet, your nose already starting to itch. The smell alone is enough to make you nauseous.

To your surprise, Matt reaches for the flowers. “May I?” he asks, but he has already grabbed a hold of them.

“Sure,” you answer, curious about where he’s going with this.

“Hold this.” He guides the top of his cane into your hand.

His fingers feel along the red ribbon. He takes a whiff. There are so many scents that would be overwhelming even to someone without heightened senses due to a lacking fifth one, so you’re even more surprised when he finds the Jasmines without a struggle. He traces the petals just to make sure, and he quickly pulls the flowers out of the bouquet, tightening the ribbon around the now smaller girth in the process.

Tossing them behind one of the pillars in the corridor, he hands them back to you. “Here,” he murmurs. “For you.”

Words elude you.

“Are you allergic to anything else?” The question is valid, considering you’re still not making a move to take the bouquet from him.

You exhale a shaky breath, reaching for the flowers, and answer without missing another beat, “Weddings.”

That elicits a giggle from him. The sound is enough to make your heart melt. Does he know what he’s doing to you?

Matt opens his mouth to respond, but the sound of heels clicking against the marble floors stops you both dead in your tracks.

Your entire body recoils when the bride’s voice rings out, echoing, “Who the fuck mismatched my bridesmaids?”

A hand rests on your bicep, and you don’t even have to look down to know that it is Matt’s. He’s the only one standing to your right, anyway. He squeezes as though to let you know that you won’t lose your head, but you’re not so sure now that your college roommate is glaring at you in a white dress that reminds you of a pastry, and her eyes are full of fury. He can’t see it, but he would cower in fear if he did.

Thankfully, Janet pulls her aside, explaining the situation to her.

“She what?!” she screeches. “On my wedding day? Are you kidding me?”

“Yes, because car accidents respect timing when it comes to special occasions,” Janet counters.

You snort. Matt beside you digs his teeth into his bottom lip, but even he can’t hide his amusement.

“Oh, snap,” you mutter under your breath.

“Shots have been fired,” he says.

“I think we’re witnessing a double homicide.”

“I’m not a very credible witness. I can only describe how it sounded, unfortunately.”

Your snort turns into a laugh. The bride’s head snaps around, and you go quiet. “Sorry. I’m sorry,” you choke out.

“If she decides to throw a punch at your pretty face,” Matt’s breath tickles your ear, “I can be your attorney and sue her ass.”

This time, you’re conscious enough to slap a hand in front of your mouth to stifle your reaction. “How do you know I’m pretty?” you whisper back between little giggles.

He shrugs with a smirk of his own. “I just know.”

He’s got you wrapped around his little finger, and you have no choice but to submit.

Janet manages to bring some calm back to her friend eventually, and then it’s showtime. Right on the second, it’s time for you to walk down the aisle, and you have never been happier about a strict schedule and someone adamant about keeping that schedule for the sake of all of your lives.

Your roommate has always been a very dominant personality, so you’re aware of the things she can do when she doesn’t get what she wants.

An 80s pop ballad begins to play. You make sure to match your pace to everyone else but also make sure that you’re not running away from your partner.

You may have been a mismatched bridesmaid, but you can’t complain about the company.

Against all odds, the service is beyond beautiful. It’s not often you get to stand so close when two people who seem to truly love each other make a vow to be there for each other for the rest of their lives. You can’t help but shed a tear. They complement each other perfectly. Is that ever in the cards for you? Will you ever be able to have what they have? Or will you always feel like you’re not worthy of this kind of unconditional love and endless devotion—of someone wanting to spend the rest of their life with you?

You look over at Matt. The hint of a cross necklace is starting to peek out underneath his dress shirt. Of course, he’s Catholic.

He carries himself with such a grace that puts everyone else in this room to shame. Does he know that you’re staring at him? You hope not.

After the ceremony, you lose sight of Matt in the masses. He doesn’t owe you a goodbye, but you still feel a little disappointed when you return to the dressing room and finally peel the satin dress off of your very sweaty skin.

At the party afterward, he’s still nowhere to be found. You give up. Not that you want to spend the evening with him anyway, but you kind of do. You drown your sorrows in a glass of vodka cranberry and a bowl of olives. They taste like rotten meat, but there are too many people by the buffet for your liking. The last thing you want to do is mingle and get asked stupid questions by people you don’t even know. So, you stay back, and you watch from afar as everyone is having the time of their lives not so far away from you, but far enough for you to breathe.

“And here I thought weddings were supposed to be a joyous occasion,” Matt pipes up beside you, and you twirl around in your chair to face him with wide eyes.

You didn’t expect to see him back here. “Hi!” you exclaim. “What’re you—I thought you left.”

“Nah,” he says. “I just had to take care of some things.”

“Oh, yeah? Like what?”

He smirks. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“Yes, that’s why I asked.”

Folding his cane, Matt lowers himself down on one of the chairs beside you and orders himself a beer with the bartender. “Let’s just say that I have an important court case coming up and I had to make a call.”

You take another sip from your drink. “That sounds a lot more exciting than my life, to be honest.”

“You are sulking at a wedding. Thinking about an ex?”

“More like life in general.”

“Ah, yes, the eternal fear of dying alone.” He raises his bottle to yours. “I’ll drink to that.”

A laugh escapes you. “That was cynical,” you say.

“And you’re not?”

He beats you at your own damn game, and he finally gets that smile he has been vying for.

“Are you smiling?” his voice is barely above a whisper.

Your tongue darts out to wet your lips. “Maybe.” But the smile is audible in your voice, giving you away.

Matt smirks, nodding his head. “Good girl.”

The sharp vodka runs down the wrong pipe. You cough. Did he just—

He did.

He pats your back, and his hand lingers a lot longer than it should. He looks so smug. Pleased with himself. That part of him is stupidly attractive to you, even though you would usually hate such cockiness in any other man. But Matt isn’t like any other man.

You apologize for your reaction, but he should be the one apologizing to you for throwing you off your game. What is he doing? You can’t read him. You wish you could because that would make this so much easier, but that’s probably the point. He wants to tease you. He wants to mess with your head. He’s a dick. A fucking attractive dick that could tell you to do just about anything and you in your flustered state would go along with it without hesitations. That’s the kind of control he has over you, and you just met. It feels like a twisted form of destiny, but you can’t quite believe it. Yet.

“Do you always do that?” you dare to ask.

He frowns. “Do what?”

“Flirt with women who were forced to be bridesmaids even though they were only supposed to be guests?”

A playful smirk plays on his lips.

“It’s been known to happen,” says Matt.

You poke your tongue against the soft tissue of your cheek. “Cheeky,” you murmur.

“That’s also been known to happen.”

“What, being cheeky with—”

“—with women who were forced to be bridesmaids even though they were only supposed to be guests? Yes.” He’s catching on quickly.

You laugh and nod. “Yeah, that.”

“I do have to say though,” he adds, and for a second you think he might ruin the joke instead of playing it out further, but Matt is full of surprises, “Out of all the mismatched bridesmaids I’ve met in my thirty-something years of, um, living, you’re my favorite so far.”

With your hand, you start fanning your face rather dramatically. “I feel honored,” you say.

Again, he chuckles. “You should be.”

“Why, because you’re so irresistible?”

“I was going to say that I don’t like a lot of people because, you know, they’re dicks, but that works too.”

“Wow.” You take another sip. The liquor burns its way down your sore esophagus. “You have balls, man.”

“Is that a problem?” he counters with a question.

The answer comes naturally. “No,” you say. “I like it.”

“Good.” Hearing you clink the ice cubes against your empty glass by swirling it around, Matt concludes that you need a refill. “Can I get you another drink?” he asks.

The question sounds so innocent, but the look on his face renders you speechless. His hand inches dangerously close to yours on the counter, his knee brushing yours, and the heat shoots straight to your neglected cunt.

Fuck this.

“You could do that, or we could skip that part and just…you know.”

One brush of your hand against his thigh, that’s all it takes for him to know.

Pushing you through the door to his apartment a few minutes later, his lips are on you. The door falls shut with a loud bang, and he presses you against the wall of his hallway.

His lips feel like a silky cloud of lewdness. The way he kisses you is utterly erotic. Your lips part in a delicious moan that he swallows with a grunt of his own. He swallows it all, shoving his tongue into the tight confines of your mouth, and exploring every inch he can reach. He tastes you. He consumes you.

His hands desperately search for an ounce of bare skin. He’s tugging at your clothes, sliding and tearing them aside. Once his fingers finally brush over the bare skin of your stomach, he melts.

You tangle your fingers in his hair, pulling him impossibly closer. Your leg hooks around his waist. You can’t wait. He has ignited a fire within you that no one has been able to light before. He’s touching you with a precision that puts your former lovers to shame. He’s paying attention to your every breath and heartbeat, and with every touch, he asks, “May I?”

You don’t even make it to the bedroom. Once he has successfully removed the bottom half of your clothes, he falls to his knees. He is a sight to behold. The disarray of colors that shines into his apartment illuminates his face, bathing it in a selection of hues that bring out his best features.

Matt has yet to take off his glasses, and you take the opportunity to tear them away from his face. You’re gentle though. You ask him, “May I?” mirror the question he has been asking you throughout the night, and after a thick swallow, he nods.

You caress his cheek as you remove his glasses, and when you finally see his hazel eyes in all of their glory, you have to bow down to capture his lips in a soft kiss.

“You’re beautiful,” you whisper. “So fucking beautiful, Matt.”

He whimpers. You could have sworn to have imagined it, but when you stroke his cheek with such a gentleness it almost makes him recoil in anguish, you know that you didn’t imagine the sound from his lips. You kiss it away. You kiss all of his insecurities away. You want him to feel as good as he is making you feel. You don’t know him, but you want to get to know him, and if he’s ready to surrender himself to you, you are more than ready to do the same for him. He can feel that with every brush of your fingertips and every kiss you deliver to his plump lips that taste like heaven and hell in itself.

Your words don’t leave him cold. His cock is aching in his pants—you take note of his impressionable size, which only makes you more excited for what’s to come—but he refuses to take it out. Not until you’re fully satisfied. To be honest, you could come just from staring at him on his knees in front of you, looking like he would lay the world to your feet and kill everyone who has ever dared to hurt you, but that is not enough for him.

He needs the experience. Feeling your skin, tasting you, and breathing in all facets of your natural scent mixed with the artificial one from your shampoo. He can’t get enough of it. Of you. Of everything about and within you. He’s as attracted to your body as he is consumed by your soul. You’ve got him in a deadlock, but he would never complain about that.

You gasp when Matt grabs your thigh and throws it over his shoulder. Your panties are gone within seconds, torn on the floor somewhere. You’re completely bare to him.

You want to warn him that you didn’t shave, but he doesn’t care.

Before you know it, he has flattened his tongue against your pussy, and he licks a long stripe from your hole to your clit.

“Fuck!” you cry out, reaching for support on the wall behind you.

He flicks the sensitive bundle of nerves with the tip of his tongue, testing the waters before he sucks it into his mouth.

His grip on your thigh becomes bruising. Matt eats you out like he has been starving for years and you are his first and last meal. He sucks on your clit, and he fucks you with his tongue. Your pussy is the altar he worships at. Your arousal is his holy water. He dives deeper and deeper into the wetness between your thighs, and he moans loudly when you pull at his hair.

“Fuck, Matt–” You’re clawing at whatever you can find. It feels so good. You’re higher than you have ever been.

The sound of his mouth working your slick folds toward eternal bliss is obscene and utterly sinful. His stubble scratches against your inner thighs. The pain grounds you in the here and now, making you focus on the tidal wave that is about to crash into you and tear you to shreds.

You can’t even warn him before your orgasm takes over, and it takes you into another dimension. You come with a shout of his name. It’s nothing short of explosive. The orgasm drags on through his mouth on your clit, relentlessly sucking until the nerves jump, and you’re begging him to stop.

His face glistens. With every kiss up your body, Matt marks you. By the time he has reached your quivering lips, he still tastes like you.

“You did so well,” he whispers. “Such a good girl for me.”

You exhale. Without his shoulders to hold onto, you would probably lose your footing. “You’re crazy,” is all you can say.

He smirks. “In a good way, I hope.”

“Yes. Fuck.”

“Regret coming home with me?”

“Absolutely not.”

That’s all he needed to hear. He lifts you with ease. “Then I’m going to make it worth your while.”

And when your back hits the soft mattress and silk sheets of his bed, you don’t doubt that he is going to make good on his promise.

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wmufranniefabray · 3 months

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PRIVATE CHAT

@samevans-wmu Adventure… Have you seen any of the Indiana Jones movies? What about The Princess Bride? Isn’t Parasite that one movie which won best picture some years back? I haven’t seen it but it’s on the list! There are loads of book to film adaptations! I’ve always hear people complaining about how much they change. Some even rage out about it. Ever seen one you wanted to chuck your popcorn at?

Mine changes from day-to-day! Right now I’m gonna say all the Lord of the Rings movies! Mercedes and I working our way through them today. All 12 hours! Is everything okay back home? It’s not because of the pink hair is it?

Yes to the Indiana Jones movies but a no to The Princess Bride. Part of me got so excited at the name of the movie and was a little disappointed by the trailer. Is the movie any good? Parasite is...quite different to all of the fantasy or adventure films I've watched before. It's a lot darker. It's always risky turning a beloved book into a movie, but even if there are millions of mistakes made in the movie, I still appreciate being able to see something from my imagination turn into real life. The worlds from the book come alive and it's so magical to see. How about you, hmm? What's the worst film you've ever seen? And what's your favourite movie snack?

Does your favourite movie depend on your mood? The time of year? Who you're watching it with? That sounds like quite an intense but incredible 12 hours. I'm not sure I'd be able to sit still for so long without some kind of movement break, personally, so full respect to you both. Hopefully you've planned to bring nibbles with you. The dorm will be totally empty all weekend if you do need. Mercedes can totally use my bed if she wants...unless, you know, it's that kind of marathon and she'll be sharing with you and that's totally none of my business. I'm absolutely stopping talking now. Everything is more than okay back at home. My Papa gets a little suspicious if he doesn't catch up with us both while we're at college. I think he suspects we're wreaking havoc everywhere or burning down the Fabray reputation here. And he just misses our company. I hope you have a great weekend, Sammy!

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masterskywalkers · 5 months

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Y'know, I'm not actually sure how I feel about the twist / ending in Doctor Who? I'm going to have to sit on it for a while - because I'm certain RTD has plans for this - but right now I'm just a bit 🤨 Cut for spoiler talk;

So I was mostly excited about this episode because I wanted to see Tennant's Doctor go up against the Toymaker (NPH was just an added bonus in the role) and for the most part the Toymaker did not disappoint. NPH did an incredible job with the character and the chaotic fey-like quality that character brings. I think the last time I felt truly uncomfortable in a DW episode was Don't Blink back when it first aired, but the dolls in this episode really gave me that 'oh shit, I do not like this it's creepy' energy. I'd rank that part of the character up there on my favorite interpretations in New Who next to Capaldi's classic Cyberman episode.

... But the Toymaker is undefeatable. He is a celestial fiend, a being of cosmic power. You don't defeat or kill him - you trick him, and then he waits until the next meeting. And I don't feel that the 'trick' with the ball game worked. It felt like a cop-out. I think the episode was rushed towards the end, which kind of sucks because this could have been something really special. I would have rather that they won the game and the Toymaker grudgingly accepted it, until next time. (Although my God, this is a character you do not introduce often unlike others the show has worn out. Keep their mystery and only release them every so often).

The ending itself left me ... lukewarm as of right now? I don't know how I feel about the bigeneration, and I'm not sure I like it? Also what does this mean for however many timelord / variant timelords are now running around? We have two doctors (Tennant and Ncuti), the Doctordonna, Donna's Daughter, The Master, Jenny's still out there somewhere - there's so many and I'm just like 'we still haven't brought in characters like Romana or Rani! We still haven't used Gallifrey - and it's been ten years since we used a whole anniversary special to save it!'

I wish we had more old who characters pop up in these specials too :( I love that they explored further material and older episodes for them (the Star Beast was a treat, and I don't think anyone expected the Toymaker of all characters to return, especially given the erm ... racism/cultural appropriation conversation the old 60's version brings up these days). But I feel like Jodie's last few episodes are the best tribute to them, and those aren't even specials. While it's nice to see Mel again, I miss my darling Ace, and she would have fit right in at the Doctor Donna family table at the end. Although it was nice to have Fourteen and Fifteen acknowledge Adric, and our dear Sarah Jane.

The best part of the episode however was the Toymaker dancing to 'Spice Up Your Life' and causing havoc. That was a peak 'I Can't Decide' with the Master moment, and it will forever be a fav.

#doctor who

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vampiremeerkat · 1 year

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Your opinion on ''Turning Red''? I didn't see you express any thought on the film. I like this is one of the Pixar movies with most female characters, and the puberty and adolescence insecurities were quite bold and relatable to a kid movie.

My Rottentomatoes account has become inaccessible, the site delinked my profile from my e-mail address for no given reason and refuses to fix it, but this movie I barely managed to review before that happened. There's no point in giving the link to an account I can never continue to grow, so here are the many horrible things I said: "Holy hairy panda. I can't stand self-important, twerking preteens -see my Cuties review that has probably been unlisted by Rottentomatoes for the 80th time- and after watching the entirety of the movie, I don't understand why the child characters had to be like this. It added nothing to the story and the movie's intro alone was a chore to get through. Sure, these kind of children are aplenty in today's age, but why make a kid's movie that children will watch and likely mimic. Now we're going to have even more shitty kids, I hate this existence! The uncomfortable puberty bit(s) that transpired before Mei's transformation was unnecessary as well. Her transformation isn't a representation of puberty at all, no matter what some people or the ham-fisted "we all have a monster inside of us"-line at the end of the movie said. She's literally a descendant of a fairy tale character who begged to the gods to become her favourite animal, as to help protect her family. Not sure why a red panda was chosen, and not, for example, a tiger or a dragon. You know, something inherently large and dangerous. Having that said, the panda design was silly-looking. I'm not sure how it helped the lady from the legend protect anything, as apparently these things aren't even that large. Now (spoilers), Mei's mother was awesomely large, and when I saw her red glowing eyes stomping through the city, I got excited to see this disfigured beast from Hell.. until the light hit her face and I saw it was just another dumb-faced panda. With a Karen hairdo this time. Jesus. And really, the main thing that's to blame here is the art style, which is, as pointed out before, very "Steven Universe". It works for Steven Universe, since that's 2D animation, but I personally can't stand seeing 2D art styles and animation movements in 3D movies. It looks off and lazy. Didn't like it in Hotel Transylvania, either. You have computers that are capable of anything, and you end up doing what you could've done with pencil and paper. Which also would've given the movie more charm. Bring back 2D animated features already, we need a new Disney renaissance. Turning Red is a messy story starring a messy character. Mei would've been much more bearable if she started out timid and overly obedient, whereafter she starts deviating because her first beastly transformation awakens emotions you could describe as "puberty". A different animal would've helped, too. You can't insert a disturbing nightmare sequence in your movie and have the conclusion be a marketable Teddy bear. A Teddy bear so marketable, the police won't even show up to look for this potentially dangerous creature roaming about. I'm also a bit tired of these movies starring girl characters who's powers -or the conflict itself- revolve around their emotions. It's always the same story: their surroundings forbid them to express themselves, or else havoc, but then the solution is expressing themselves. Wowie. Mei was already expressing herself, annoyingly so. The overused plot doesn't even suit the character. Now I'm tired of writing, bye bye."

#turning red #review

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ibijau · 1 year

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Very important no-longer-a-zelda-fic questions: 1. Do they have trains 2. How did Kaa realize she was in love with Arty? 3. Meep doesn't have a lot of connections on the relationship chart for a secondary protagonist, what's her backstory?

No they don't, partly because it would have limited practical use (terrain changes a lot and very radically over the country, which isn't a very big country to begin, so I'm not sure how efficient/easy it'd be to have trains), partly because the local deity keeps a close eye on technological developments and discourages innovation

Kaa and Arty are usually locked up together, to make it short, but Kaa regularly manages to escape and wreck havoc until she's defeated and locked up again. She realises that Arty is ~special~ when, after being defeated again, she's not upset and instead excited to see Arty again and tell her about the outside world, maybe even bring her some new trinkets to tinker with.

Meep's backstory is a bit of a mystery meaning I still need to decide details but she meets Sophide when he's lost all his friends and lost his memory, and they just kind of instantly get along. The reason she has few other links beside Sophide is that a lot of the cast is trapped in different places where only Sophide can access, and then Sophide leaves her behind for a part of the story after she almost died (during that period he meets Cenhelm, who isn't aware of Meep's existence, and Yusang, who through various misunderstanding think Meep is Sophide's estranged wife)

#jau rants #meep verse #Meep probably has family but she couldn't resist the call of adventure after spending either decades or centuries traped in one place #and yeah feeling traped and trying to escape is like the running theme of the story I'm not even subtle about it

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pixelnrd · 2 years

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Historical Simblr Tag Game

Thank you for tagging me @antiquatedplumbobs, @sinclairesimblr and @thesim-tea!

For anyone interested my answers are below the cut ✨

1. What has been your favorite time period to play in or which one are you most excited for?

The Victorian/Edwardian era always holds a soft spot in my heart. Particularly in the kind of gameplay I do - which is the Decades Challenge - there is something very engaging about those first generations of starting from scratch, with all the added challenges of the lack of modern amenities and strict social norms that you have to enforce in game etc. I also love the fashions of this decade, and dressing my sims to fit the theme is a lot of fun.

As I get further into modern times, it gets a lot easier to play. I still enjoy creating the immersion of each decade though through the fashion and styles of the era. In that respect, I'm really looking forward to wreaking havoc in the 60s, 70s and 80s!

2. Do you have a favorite piece of historical cc? (CAS or BB)

I mean, I have heaps. I don't think I could list all of them!

3. Who is your favorite sim currently?

Well I'm playing my 1950s heir Maggie and I love her! She's a real wicked sim.

4. What is your favorite world?

Britechester is one of my favourites because of its architecture. I also enjoy Brindleton Bay - I love the seaside life. And of course Henford, which has the best backdrop for historical gameplay.

5. Are you more gameplay or story focused?

I go through 'seasons'. Sometimes what I am posting is gameplay focussed as I start to push through time in-game, but then I try to develop story around my individual characters and their personalities to demonstrate where their lives will lead. Right now I am in a bit of a storytelling phase as I wind up Maggie's arc. I prefer gameplay though.

6. Do you like to play with pets in your historical saves?

I love to because I love pets and have multiple irl, but often I don't have enough room for them in the family - especially when I've got multiple generations living under one roof, in an era where couples had lots of kids.

7. What's your biggest immersion breaking pet peeve with the game?

Townies wearing auto-generated outfits that incorporate bits of historical CC. Just tear out my eyes please.

Oh and every time someone rings me to ask if I want to go to a festival. No, I don't. Ever. EVER.

8. What's your favorite in-game historical item? (CAS or BB)

The bushes for sims to use as a toilet. Life-saving in historically-acurate houses with 1x toilet and 8 sims.

9. What would you like to see as a new pack or asset to the game?

I really want music - mainly BANDS! As I enter the mid-century, I am reminded that music in this period of history TOOK OFF. My sims want to be the next Beatles please.

Other than this, I would like something that expands upon families, like generations, or maybe something with a high school focus would be good too.

10. What pack do you think is invaluable as a historical simmer?

Cottage Living for sure. The gameplay it brings can be enjoyed in all decades.

11. Do you have a favorite mod to enhance historical gameplay?

I don't really use mods, other than MCCC and Wonderful Whims. I try to keep my game clean to avoid corruption as I'm running a very large save file.

12. What's your ideal family size for playing?

Probably 5 sims. Although I seem to always have 7-8. Can't wait for the family sizes to reduce a bit!

13. Do you use poses?

Yes, quite a lot!

14. Do you use any overrides in your game?

I use a baby skin override, and a crib replacement. I also use an override for mops, and homework books.

15. Do you, or did you, play off-the-grid during your game?

I did not - a lot of the cc I use wasn't off-the-grid compatible in the early decades. It was easier to just do without the physical constraint of the lot trait.

16. What lifespan do you play on?

I always play on normal. I am OK with saying goodbye to my sims when their time comes. I like the challenge of trying to get enough done in their lifetimes.

17. What inspired you to start playing historically?

I first played the Upgrowth Challenge in 2017 after I read about it on reddit - around this time I had finally gotten into Sims 4 after pets and toddlers returned. I thought it was a fun way to play and so I completed that. Then I got into the original History Challenge - I found saw @budgie2budgie's History Challenge (waaaay back in 2018!) and was so inspired by it that I decided to try my own. I toiled away with that as a relaxing side hobby while I was doing my Masters.

Then the pandemic hit and I started playing sims more, and I saw @deadlymodern, @sims-and-pixels and @applesaucesims Decades Challenges. By this point I had clocked the History Challenge and wanted to try something even bigger - and the rest, as they say, is history.

I tag anyone who would like to do this to give it a go!

#tag game #asks #answers

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Ok I’m confused and disappointed about the tarot reveals and want your advice. Ace’s is good especially since it’s literal and metaphorical.

But Nick forsakes what is dearest to him. It seemed like the implication was him selling the ring aka forsaking George? Am I wrong? Bc the next one of George seeing the ring and “one of you will betray your true love” confuses me since it seems he did the betrayal, by selling it. Did she betray him by breaking it off then?

I understand Bess’s but it is just so boring to me, kind of a letdown for one of the most interesting prophecies.

Nancy’s I don’t quite get either. It says she WILL be the other’s demise. Which I would guess implies Ace dying, but since she DOESNT take the route that kills him, it seems like this prophecy did not come true. Am I missing something?

Ryan’s I am assuming still hasn’t happened and is a teaser for s4? I can’t think of how he caused anyone’s demise but since he has the cliffhanger ending I’m fine if this is still unrevealed.

Overall I just feel like this was such an interesting premise that kind of fell flat! But I only watched the season through once so am I misunderstanding anything?

Okay hi anon!! I took a lil longer to answer this because I wanted to give you a proper response. Most of the things you mentioned confused me, too, but I think I've worked out what the intentions were.

You are correct that Nick's tarot is "forsake what is dearest to you", and it refers to him pawning off the engagement ring!

This is what took me the longest to figure out, but yes, George is the "betray your true love" card - and your guess is correct that it's simply referring to the fact that she's the one who broke off the relationship in the first place (someone else can correct me if I'm wrong). I think this could've been more clearly communicated if the uni man had asked what George was looking at, and she'd responded with a simple line like "Just... something I gave up on". That would've been a callback to her actual 'betrayal', so as to bring clarity to a scene that is otherwise framed to look like it's in relation to the ring.

Yeah the wreaking havoc only applied to that one bottle-esque episode, so it definitely could've had a more exciting and significant role imo.

The Nancy one is weird because it refers to her killing Temperance. Meaning Temperance was ?? including herself in the reading ?? and was casually like "oop nancy gon kill me, guess i'll die" ?? But that's the clip we're shown during Nancy's part of the montage, and technically Nancy does kill Temperance in the end, so it works on a practical level, too. Maybe that's why Tempy planted the curse on Ace, if she already knew that Nancy was (supposedly) going to kill her anyway... at least cause a little chaos and suffering. Tangential, but this could also be an interesting lead-in to the question of "changing your fate" in s4.

Yeah, the implication is that in getting involved with these artifact traders, Ryan is somehow "fulfilling his destiny" but it's going to "cause the others to fall". So, yes, I would say it's more of a teaser for s4 than anything else. Not sure why this is his "destiny", though, at least not yet.

For your last bit of commentary, I agree! The tarot concept was a BIG draw for me pre-season, and even as the episodes progressed I was SO excited to see how it all played out. But the finale reveal for them was so brief and compact, it felt almost miniscule in the big scope of things, and it was easy to misunderstand the already-vague implications.

#cw nancy drew #nancy drew #cwnd #cwnd spoilers #ask

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Has there been a "Stiles rescues Peter" rec list yet? I'm looking for anything from monster of the week to Eichen House to the Wild Hunt. The idea that I've already read them all is too terrible to contemplate. (Thanks for running an amazing blog!

Not specifically as far as I can remember. But it’s always a genre I can get behind :) Here are some I think fit that category, either as the whole fic or part of it. And thanks for following my blog!

A Moment, Then Silence by Therapeutic_Steter

anonymous asked: Stiles takes care of a heavy injured Peter, who has permanent damage since then. The pack doesn’t care, but Derek and Cora realise that he is family.

Scale Tales by Therapeutic_Steter

Connected drabbles revolving around Dragon!Stiles and his werewolf Mate, Peter.

Rhythm of the War Drums by HyperLittleNori (Shiguresan) (this one’s more them taking care of each other and saving each other)

The foreboding song of the drums rumbled through the stands above, made his heart, his blood pound with their increasing rhythm. He’d seen this so many times now, heard the sickening, morbid excitement of the rabble. He readied himself for the carnage, but even nearly a year after he’d first stood in this spot, it still filled him with dread.

As always, he watched the sandy arena through the barred steel gates. They vibrated with the movement, with the almost deafening sounds of the crowd and the drums. A sea of guards stood at his back, but they were not there for him…

Hooverville by twothumbsandnostakeincanon (somanyofthekids)

Town to town, train to train, tent to tent.

By 1932, the dust had begun to blow and the jobs were gone.

Anonymity was a byproduct of looking for work, which made it both necessary and convenient.

Stiles had enough secrets of his own to know to look the other way when he saw something that shouldn’t be possible.

The ghost of a tail giving enough balance to disembark a moving train.

Near silent Latin whispered on the edge of a tent encampment.

A flash of burning eyes.

He had more than enough to worry about without adding the oddities of others, and besides- having unusually sharp teeth certainly didn’t make a man worse than the ones running from the wife and kids they couldn’t feed.

So Stiles kept his observations to himself. He kept his everything to himself.

Until he met a man. One with eyes so blue they seemed to glow- and then they did.

Stiles tried to look away, but for the first time he was stopped.

“Don’t be like that sweetheart. Aren’t you curious?”

If I Could Kiss You Again by Triangulum

“Summer plans?” Peter asks, eyes on where Isaac is now trying to inch along the ceiling beam toward the wall where he can slide down a pipe.

“Leaving for Stanford in September. Saving the world and working in between now and then,” Stiles says. “Why, gonna miss me?”

“Considering I’ll be left alone with Derek? Yes,” Peter says.

“You’ll have Cora,” Stiles says. “And Isaac will be here to make up a few high school credits.”

There’s a shriek and a thud as Isaac loses his grip, falling on top of Erica and Boyd, sending them all to the ground in a heap.

“Yes,” Peter says flatly. “Thank god for that.”

Five times Stiles kisses Peter and one time Peter kisses him.

Stravinsky by rightsidethru

Duke Orsino:If music be the food of love, play on,Give me excess of it; that surfeiting,The appetite may sicken, and so die.

Twelfth Night; Act 1, scene 1, 1–3

Wolf Within by wynnebat

Instead of convincing Scott to regain his humanity by killing the Alpha, Derek offers another possible solution.

Fashion. Police. by Bunnywest

In which Stiles is a cop with an interest in menswear, Peter’s the owner of a menswear store with a definite interest in Stiles, and why is there always some maniac running around throwing tins of red paint and making death threats?

Fashion, baby.

Under the Songbird’s Wing by mia6363

Captivity easily destroys the will of escape. It can break the fiercest of animal. It can strip the most regal man and woman down to nothing but animal needs.

Captivity can, if met with unwavering determination, shape a person into something unimaginable.

Stiles is sixteen when he’s captured. Stiles’s first thought is, “I won’t die here.”

The Promises Of Yesterday, The Pledges Of Tomorrow by ShippersList

Stiles is a kid with serious concentration issues and definitely not a guide—let alone a guide strong enough to calm down a feral Sentinel wolf. It’s just not possible.

Keep You (Safe) Within my Shadow by lavenderlotion

Stiles has never been scared of the dark. The shadows are his friends.

Dance Under the Moonlight by Therapeutic_Steter

Anonymous asked: Fae!Stiles saving Peter from Pack’s stupidity and washing his hands of them. Please?

Through Space and Time by MaroonDragon

When Stiles pulls the body of Peter Hale into his ship, he doesn’t expect him to be alive. He also doesn’t realise he might have gotten more than he bargained for.

Promises We Never Made by Green

Peter runs off to wreak havoc without telling Stiles where he’s going. Then Stiles has to rescue him.

Rainwater, Morning Dew, Ozone. by lavenderlotion

When Peter is kidnapped, Stiles is left to come to the rescue.

Peter ends up hard.

Fear (Doesn’t Mean I Can’t Fight) by azerblazer

Peter is the damsel in distress, the Sheriff is the hostage, random unnamed hunters are the bad guys.

Stiles has a bat, a hoodie and a willingness to do anything to protect those he’s loyal to.

Bring it on.

Bone Rot by neglectedtuesday

Stiles watches Peter from across the room, although he feels like he shouldn’t. Like he shouldn’t try to insert himself, even by proxy, into the moments Peter is experiencing. Autumn spills into the living room through the open doors, lighting Peter from behind. He is bathed in soft light and Stiles lingers in the shadows, ignoring the symbolism of that. He’s bored of all the different metaphors for longing.

Slice by syriala

Blood magic was dangerous magic, but Stiles’ teacher was one of the best, and Stiles wasn’t too worried that it wouldn’t work out. It would cost him, dearly even if his teacher was to be believed, but Stiles had learned all about the sacrifices for this and he couldn’t care less.

Not This Again by RebaK1tten

There’s a rumor that the last episode of the show will have Peter getting killed, again. Perhaps to give him a redemption arc or something.

So this is a fix it fic. I decided Stiles has finished one year of college. And Peter’s back again!

Cleanse My Soul by Mysenia

cywscross asked: “We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you wanna stop and feel the rain?” + Steter? Thanks:)

Call My Name by KouriArashi

After moving to Beacon Hills, Stiles starts having recurring dreams of a man in some kind of prison, who needs his help. Things get so bad that he ends up in Eichen House, where he finds out that the man is real.

Shelter by ShippersList (more hurt/comfort than straight-up saving Peter)

A magical attack leaves Peter vulnerable and in agony, and it reminds him way too much of his time in a coma.

love me lights out by veterization

Stiles and Peter get snowed in together. (Or: what happens when you accept phone calls from people you haven’t spoken to in over five years.)

labyrinth by sinequanon

Stiles prefers goblins to werewolves. Except maybe Peter.

Til Death by Bunnywest

“How long do we have to find him someone?” Stiles asks.“Two weeks,” says Derek, eyebrows pulling down even further. The fierceness of his expression tells Stiles just how concerned he is.“He marries, or he goes to the camps. And you know what your father told us,” Scott reminds her.The camps……aren’t camps.Peter either finds a wife, or he dies.

Bigfoot Told Me You Were Coming by twothumbsandnostakeincanon (somanyofthekids) (Stetopher)

Peter and Chris are on the run when they stumble across Stiles’ home in the woods.

You Got Me Now by syriala

Stiles stormed into the warehouse, eyes roaming around, desperate to find Peter. The pack was close behind Stiles, but he didn’t pay them any mind when his eyes fell on Peter.

He was on the floor, not even shackled, like someone had just discarded him without a second thought.

Peter was naked except for his pants, and Stiles could see the wounds that marred his skin. He decided not to think about why they weren’t healed.

Bittersweet Creek by Guede

When Stiles finally steps off the westward trail to California, he’s the last of his pack. He starts building a den, but then he finds a dying man next to a burnt-down house and it turns out he’s not really much of a settler, after all.

The Alpha by Therapeutic_Steter

An Alpha always protects what’s theirs.

…..

“Has anyone seen Peter?” Stiles asked at the next Pack meeting, trying to play his concern off as his typical curiosity. It wasn’t like he and Peter had been trying to keep…whatever it was that was developing between them a secret, but most of the Pack was notoriously self-absorbed and hadn’t noticed yet. As it stood, Stiles was only sure that Lydia and Derek knew about it; Lydia because she put it together and warned Peter off hurting Stiles and Derek because he came back to the loft to find them snuggled on the couch looking through an old tome and he’d also warned Peter about hurting Stiles.

Why did they not think Stiles could hurt Peter? Stiles could totally hurt him. If he wanted. Which he didn’t, but that was beside the point.

Let Me Run Away With You by Whispering_Sumire (Steterek)

“So,” Peter says, after an hour or so of driving in tense silence, “I assume we’re going back to your beloved Beacon Hills?”

“No,” Stiles tells him, without even looking up from the restorative paste he’s administering to Derek’s wounds. And isn’t that surprising?

“No?”

“I took the GPS out of Roscoe and I hacked into some of your accounts to get him travel-ready. I don’t care where we go Peter, but I don’t want to go back to Beacon Hills,” there’s a desperation in his voice that makes Peter’s skin crawl, though he has no idea why, “please.”

“Okay,” Peter agrees softly.

[Or: The one where Stiles is in a very bad place, and Peter and Derek manage to unwittingly save him from himself while he saves them from themselves.]

Hostile Takeover by kiranightshade

Alternate season 4 where Peter gains a new roommate in Eichen…for about five minutes. Then all hell breaks loose.

For Great Justice! by Green

Stiles is a vengeance demon, drawn to Peter just as he’s waking from his catatonia.

“Whoever did this? We will make those fuckers suffer. I promise you.”

Enemy Action by pprfaith

Once is chance, twice is coincidence and three times is far too many bodies on the ground.

Whiskey is My Kind of Lullaby by taylorpotato

Peter is a simple saloon owner on one of the outer planets between the Aaru Belt and the Olympus Galaxy. He’s done with trouble. Done with adventure. So fucking done with rustlers. That is, until a cute young outlaw named Stiles wanders into his bar. Peter has this problem where he can’t seem to resist charming narcissists (perhaps because they remind him of himself). And when said narcissists turn his life upside-down, the worst part is he’s not even that upset about it.

#teen wolf #steter #fanfic rec #bamf stiles #hurt peter #awyeahitssam #ask #rec list

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bts5sosempire · 5 years

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BTS Reaction: small short s/o

A/n: this one took me longer to finished.

Kim Seokjin:

Jin doesn't know what is funnier to him, you trying to reach the top of the cabinet or the way you are struggling to keep your toes hoisting you up. He saw how your face scrunches up and the way you bit your lower lip in frustration.

You let out a loud huff as you were annoyed. You weren't that short, maybe just an inch or two shorter than the average height, but you are there in the 5 feet zone!

Turning your face away, you saw out of the corner of your eyes there was Jin there with amusement written all over his face as he tries not to laugh. You motion a hand for him to come over and he walks over to you and his height tower over your form. Jin grabs the bottle of honey and salt you were trying so desperately to get. He looks down and there was little happiness twinkling in your eyes.

“Thank you, Jin!” You shouted before accepting the salt and honey from him before scurrying away to the table to prep the meat. But you came back and tell him to lower himself so you can give them a kiss before running back.

Jin giggles to himself. He can see the little imaginary tail wagging behind you proudly.

Min Yoongi:

You and Yoongi were walking down the crowded street of Saitama. Both of your eyes spot a black bear mascot, with two rosy cheeks and its little white eyes with black pupils. “Are you seeing what I'm seeing?” You ask Yoongi and look at him out of the corner of your eyes with a wide grin. Yoongi tug on your hand and you both quicken your steps to get to the bear Kumamon.

There were children with their parents as they were taking pictures. You excitedly stood next to Yoongi as your excitement was skyrocketing. Yoongi doesn't know if seeing you acting like a kid ever made him this happy, and he is because he is in the same boat as you. You both practically love Kumamon and literally bonded over it.

It took a moment for the children to clear out and you both walk over to Kumamon and the photographer told you both to smile and took a few pictures. The photographer handed the photos to you and Yoongi. But there was something that made laugh. “You look so small, it's cute.” He pointed out the height. You were almost at the equal height of the bear, but a tab bit taller. “I'm keeping this one.”

He stuffs it in his pocket and hands you the other photo for you to keep.

Jung Hoseok:

Every single time Hoseok sees you, he hugs and kisses you. You fit like in the center of his palm, and he would like to say that today is just one of those days. Hoseok saw you all wrapped up in a bundle like a newborn prop on the couch as your laptop lay on your lap and watch K-Dramas.

Your glasses keep falling off on your nose bridge and you keep pushing it back up. Hoseok ran to you with his high pitch squeal and glomp you on the couch. He put your laptop aside and start rocking you back and forth in his arms. “You look like a baby,” he breathlessly said, “so small and cute!”

“Are you teasing me because I'm smaller than Jimin?” You look innocently at Hoseok who grab your face and puff out your cheeks and lips.

“No you are cuter than him,” Hoseok squeezes the living life out of you. “You are my Little Riceball.”

“Riceball?” You ask him with a pout and a frown, “Do I look round to you?” This made Hoseok tells you to stay still and accept his love and affection, while he kept calling you ‘Little Riceball’.

Kim Namjoon:

Life couldn't get anymore greater for you. Your short self had decided to climb the shelf that is full of snacks and different kind of flavors. You manage to bring down a whole shelf with you. Luckily you didn't get hurt.

“(Name) which one do you-” Namjoon appeared out of the corner and saw you gasp at him, “-would go with the…bulgogi.”

You can see the disappointment on his face as you try to help the employee picking up all the snacks from the ground as two other male employees put the shelf back. “Namjoon this isn't what it looks like!” You suddenly stand up and three bags of chips fell from your arms. You hurriedly put the snacks on the shelf and apologize to the employees endlessly before running to Namjoon who looks like he is ready to scold you.

“You could've told me to help you to get the snacks.” He told you like it was the most obvious thing in the world, with a deadpanned look.

“But you were like four aisles away! And I didn't think that...this would happen, oh well.” He smacks your head with a pack of meat and you look at the ground in guilt.

“At least your shorty self is okay,” Namjoon looks at the employees and made a slight bow and apologizes for your behavior. “Let's go,” he drags you along. “And I'm not mad at you also.”

Park Jimin:

Your height made Jimin more protective of you at all time. Anywhere you are, he was there silently watching…and listening. You had decided to visit him and everyone was practicing for the upcoming comeback. As soon as the dance choreography told everyone to take a short break, Jimin came flying at you at top speed like a jet.

“My second Mochi!” His overly affectionate self consumed you as you fall onto the side of the couch. Jimin likes to stick to you like glue. He was always happy to see you and there's no doubt that he'll let you leave his arms.

“Jimin…” Muffling out his name, he let's go of you and his big smile on his face never disappear. You turn away from him and hand him a water bottle with three containers that were stack on top one another, and another one.

“Is all of this for me?” He happily asks you and you nodded at him. Jimin didn't waste time to open up the containers and the food wafts in the air. “You should eat too, so you'll grow,” He teases and gives you a piece of the food and you accept it with a glare and a shy blush adorned your face.

“I smell food, did (Name) noona made it?” A loud Jungkook asks while there were thunderous footsteps of many coming yours and Jimin's ways. All Jimin can do is trying to shoo them away pointlessly as they all start grabbing food from the containers and you laugh at his reaction.

Kim Taehyung:

Taehyung had come to visit you and see a little kid no older than seven open the door for him. “Who are you?”

“I'm (Name)'s boyfriend.”

“I didn't know that Little Auntie had a boyfriend? Auntie (Name) your boyfriend is here!” Your nephew shouted so loud that three other kids pop out from the kitchen. Your nephew that open the door ran off to inform you.

Taehyung walks inside and saw it was havoc.

“Kwangmin, Kamjoo, and Solyong!” With a loud voice, there was loud laughter.

“Auntie your boyfriend is here!”

“Hoseon I told you about not to open door to people and strangers without telling me first,” you scold the boy and emerge from the kitchen. Your hair was quite dishelved and disarray like your clothes.

Taehyung saw you carry another kid on your back as the baby slept through all the commotions.

“Oh hi Taehyung,” greeting your boyfriend, Solyong, your niece came to grab your hand.

“Auntie, after you're done the cooking, can you play as little fairy queen again?”

“Why? You can ask Kwangmin to be the fairy king this time.” Solyong shook her head.

“No, you fit the small height of being the fairy queen. Plus you're small like us.”

Taehyung can't help it but grin at you who sigh in defeat and told her you'll play with her when you're done with the cooking and put little baby Nayoung to sleep properly. Taehyung saw you glare at him as you can read his mind, and he can't help it but comment it.

“Little Fairy Queen.” He giggles.

Jeon Jungkook:

Each time you jump, Jungkook jumps too. You were getting tired as he was teasing your height. He often pats your head and uses you like a little armchair. “Is my little (Name) getting mad?” He teases out with such a mocking voice that you want to punch that smile of his off his face.

“Jungkook I'm serious, give me back my floppy disc, I need it for work.” You were getting angry at his little smug attitude. Sometimes he takes the short joke too far that you won't be sorry for him anymore if you decide to do a roundhouse kick at him.

“What is so important that you won't even spend time with me little shorty?” Jungkook put the floppy disc in his back pocket.

“I swear to all the gods of all the religions that I won't be sorry if you don't give it back to me, I need it for work and my deadline is coming very soon.” With a glare, Jungkook doesn't look phased at all, and he is underestimating you to take him down.

“Nope.” Jungkook pops out the ‘p’ and this set you off.

You grab his arm forcefully over your shoulder and you turn your back and throw him over with all your strength. Just because you're small that doesn't mean you can't handle someone bigger than you.

Jungkook let out a groan and you squat down and flip him over into his stomach and grab out the disc from his pocket jean. “I told you so.” With a victory grin, you walk off happily and go back to finishing your work.

Jungkook lay on the ground and thinks for a moment.

“Holy shit she's strong.” He wheezes out. He can confirm that you are a Bong-soon in disguise.

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I have some ideas… I think bc the vail was open it triggered something (like when Nancy opened the archive boxes) & that Temperance isn’t actually dead! What supernatural hijinks do you wanna see?? What is your wish list?? Bc I’m hoping for a Drew Crew body swap ep or a Nancy Hudson AU whisper box where she was raised by Lucy/Ryan I really like the monster of the week stuff form season 2! BUT what are your thoughts for Tom Swift as well?? Since we know the road back is gonna be involved! (2/2)

Wait anon I think you're onto something here...

Because surely opening what was basically a portal to the netherworld - even if it was just a few minutes, it was still open - must have SOME kind of longer-lasting consequences. And if Temperance isn't really dead that could end up in a potentially very interesting wraith-like reveal later in the season. (would it really work with a 'back to basics' season? no, but it would be very very cool).

(also though, considering that post-finale interview where Melinda said the 'seeds' for the bodies mystery were planted earlier in s3, wouldn't it be so interesting if the spell that Bess cast in 3.02 was connected? i mean, it brought Kegstand back from the dead, and he was there meowing in the graveyard in the finale...who's to say that the veil opening didn't boost the energy in town left over from the spell and also bring a bunch of people back from the dead who then escaped their graves and did who knows what, and also add a lot of weight to Bess's 'wreak havoc on this town' prophecy? who can say; i just love spitballing)

Also you and I are on the exact same page anon - I need more monster of the week episodes! I love monster of the week episodes! And I think this show does them very well - even if it's just one or two scenes, the monster of the week/'filler' episodes still fit into and further the overall plot of the seasons while also just being very fun standalones. The monster of the week-esque episodes in s2 were absolutely golden - the stretch from 2.06-2.15 was so fun. And I think s3 did manage to have some fun episodes along that same vibe, but things got bogged down because of the shorter season (but that's a completely different kettle of fish). So if s4 really does have a more grounded approach I think more monster of the week episodes would be a perfect way to go.

When it comes to the episodes themselves, I need a bottle episode. I don't care about the context or who's involved or what happens but I need it so so badly. this is a lie; i have a very specific idea about the bottle episode but i will take literally anything I would love to see a body swap episode too - if there's any show that could pull it off with flying colors it's this one. (and another whisper box episode would be so good....anything Lucy/Ryan makes me so 🥺 🥺, i'd love to have some happier scenes with them).

I’d also love to see a classic ‘these two characters are locked in a room and you could cut the romantic tension with a knife’ episode, especially if it’s for Nancy and Ace while the curse is still in full effect.

Also DAISY DEWITT!! It almost definitely won't happen but I will never give up on Daisy showing up in any way shape or form.

I'm SO excited for Tom Swift - everything we've heard about it sounds so interesting, and Tian was fantastic in 2.15, I can't wait to see more of him. I feel like they're planning on making the road back at least mainly if not completely a Tom Swift thing, and I get that, I really do. It fits more with the scope/style/focus of it than ND, and I'm interested to see where they go with it. BUT. It had such a good build up in ND, and there's still a lot that could be done with it, I would hate to see if just fall by the wayside. (this may or may not be directly related to me really wanting another Grant episode and my very specific idea about how it could go, but it's still true).

#again apologies; i never learned how to be succinct #love hearing from you nd anon - come by any time!!#asks

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Beauty and the Beast Lyrics

Belle:

Little town, it's a quiet village, very day like the one before

Little town, full of little people

There goes the baker with his tray, like always

Every morning just the same, since the morning that we came to this poor, provincial town

ave you lost something again?

Problem is, I've—I can't remember what

Oh well, I'm sure it'll come to me

Where are you off to?

It's about two lovers in fair Verona

Sounds boring

Look there she goes, that girl is strange, no question

Dazed and distracted, can't you tell?

Never part of any crowd,'cause her head's up on some cloud

No denying she's a funny girl

Bonjour! Good day! How is your family?

Bonjour! Good day! How is your wife?

I need six eggs!

That's too expensive!

There must be more than this provincial life!

Ahh, if it isn't the only bookworm in town!

So, where did you run off to this week?

Two cities in Northern Italy

I didn't want to come back

Have you got any new places to go?

You may re-read any of the old ones that you'd like

Your library makes our small corner of the world feel big

Bon voyage!

Look there she goes, the girl is so peculiar

I wonder if she's feeling well, with a dreamy, far-off look and her nose stuck in a book

Oh, isn't this amazing?

It's my favorite part because

Here's where she meets Prince Charming

She won't discover that it's him 'til Chapter Three!

Her looks have got no parallel

Behind that fair facade, I'm afraid she's rather odd

She's nothing like the rest of us

Look at her, my future wife

But she's so... well-read!

Ever since the war, I've felt like I've been missing something.

I don't know what that means

Right from the moment when I met her, saw her, I said she's gorgeous and I fell

Here in town, there's only she, Who is beautiful as me

Be still, my heart, I'm hardly breathing

He's such a tall, dark, strong and handsome brute!

It's a pity and a sin

She doesn't quite fit in

A beauty but a funny girl

How does a moment last forever:

How does a moment last forever?

How can a story never die?

It is love we must hold onto

Sometimes our happiness is captured, somehow, a time and place stand still

Love lives on inside our hearts and always will

Belle Reprise:

Can you imagine? Me, the wife of that boorish, brainless...

Can't you just see it?

His little wife, ugh

No, sir! Not me! I guarantee it

I want much more than this provincial life!

I want adventure in the great wide somewhere

I want it more than I can tell

And for once it might be gran, to have someone understand

I want so much more than they've got planned...

Gaston:

Gosh, it disturbs me to see you, looking so down in the dumps

Every guy here'd love to be you, even when taking your lumps

There's no man in town as admired as you

You're everyone's favorite guy

Everyone's awed and inspired by you and it's not very hard to see why

Perfect, a pure paragon!

As a specimen, yes, I'm intimidating!

Well, there's no one as easy to bolster as you!

Too much?

When I hunt, I sneak up with my quiver and beasts of the field say a prayer

First, I carefully aim for the liver, then I shoot from behind

Is that fair?

I don't care

I'm especially good at expectorating!

When I was a lad, I ate four dozen eggs, every morning to help me get large

I'm roughly the size of a barge!

Be our guest:

Now we invite you to relax,

Be our guest!

Put our service to the test

Tie your napkin 'round your neck, cherie and we'll provide the rest

It's delicious

After all, Miss, this is France

And a dinner here is never second best

Go on, unfold your menu

Come on and lift your glass

Ah, those good old days when we were useful...

Ten years we've been rusting

Most days we just lay around the castle

Days in the sun:

When my life has barely begun

Not until my whole life is done, will I ever leave you

Will you now forever remain, out of reach of my arms?

All those days in the sun, qhat I'd give to relive just one

Undo what's done and bring back the light

Oh, I could sing of the pain these dark days bring, still it's the wonder of us I sing of tonight

How in the midst of all this sorrow, can so much hope and love endure

I was innocent and certain, now I'm wiser but unsure

I can't go back into my childhood

I can feel a change in me

I'm stronger now but still not free

Days in the sun, will return, we must believe

That days in the sun will come shining through

Something there:

There's something sweet, and almost kind

He was mean and he was coarse and unrefined and now he's dear, and so unsure

I wonder why I didn't see it there before

No, it can't be, I'll just ignore, but then she's never looked at me that way before

Who'd have ever thought that this could be?

True, that he's no Prince Charming, but there's something in him that I simply didn't see

Well, who'd have thought?

Well, bless my soul

Well, who'd have known?

Well, who indeed? And who'd have guessed they'd come together on their own?

It's so peculiar, wait and see, we'll wait and see a few days more, there may be something there that wasn't there before

What is it, what's there?

I'll tell you when you're older

How does a moment last forever montmarte:

This is the Paris of my childhood

These were the borders of my life

In this crumbling, dusty attic, where an artist loved his wife

Easy to remember, harder to move on, knowing the Paris of my childhood is gone

Beauty and the beast:

Tale as old as time, true as it can be

Barely even friends, then somebody bends

Just a little change

Both a little scared

Neither one prepared

Learning you were wrong

Evermore:

I was the one who had it all

I was the master of my fate

I never needed anybody in my life

I learned the truth too late

I'll never shake away the pain

I close my eyes but she's still there

I let her steal into my melancholy heart

It's more than I can bear

Now I know she'll never leave me, even as she runs away

She will still torment me, calm me, hurt me, move me, come what may

Wasting in my lonely tower, waiting by an open door

I'll fool myself, she'll walk right in and be with me for evermore

I rage against the trials of love, I curse the fating of the light, though she's already flown so far beyond my reach

She's never out of sight

Now I know she'll never leave me, even as she fades from view

She will still inspire me, be a part of everything I do

The mob song:

We're not safe until he's dead

He'll come stalking us at night

Sacrifice our children to his monstrous appetite

He'll wreak havoc on our village if we let him wander free

So it's time to take some actio, it's time to follow me

It's a nightmare, but it's one exciting ride

Say a prayer, then we're there

There's something truly terrible inside

It's a beast he's got fangs, razor sharp ones, massive paws, killer claws for the feast

Hear him roar see him foam

We're not coming home 'til he's dead

Light your torch mount your horse

Screw your courage to the sticking place

Call it war call it threat

Iin times like this, they'll do just as I say

There's a beast running wild, there's no question, but I fear there are monsters in the mist

Grab your sword grab your bow

Praise the Lord and here we go

We don't like what we don't understand in fact it scares us

Bring your guns bring your knives

Save your children and your wives

We'll save our village and our lives

We go marching into battle

Unafraid although the danger's just increased

Here we come, we're fifty strong

#ask meme #sentence meme #rp meme #meme

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