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etherealpapercut · 1 year

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the best view

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fandom: post-battle of new york mcu

pairings: reader is supposed to be clint barton/hawkeye's sister (barton!sister!reader??? ihnc,) but that's not important, what's important is the fact that she's paired with ✨loki laufeyson✨

genre: fluff

warnings: loki is a boastful prat. mentions of the dark. reader and loki end up on the roof of the house.

word count: a perfect 2.4k

summary: finally fed up with loki’s constant bragging and nagging about how asgard is the best, you decide to impose a new view.

a/n: i meant for this to be short but that is not really how it went, huh. anyway, more loki content, and i am not complaining.

~*~*~*~

loki always boasted of asgard.

he bragged about his apartments, the palace, and the citizens and the food, but most of all, he always boasted of the night sky view from asgard. loki claimed that the stars were so golden and so big and close you could see them smile at you from your balcony, but you didn't want to believe that anything could beat the view from your backyard.

neither of you ever relinquished your opinions.

you lived far out in the country, not too far from civilization, but far enough that there wasn’t any light pollution at night time.

it was your most favourite thing in the world to spend your nights on the roof of your house before your brother, clint barton, had barged onto your property one day and dropped off this ignorant, blaspheming, scheming idiot who claimed he was a god.

~*~*~*~

“he’s got these... weird bracelet thingies that are supposed to stop the sparkly hanky panky he’s been trying on everyone but—”

“it’s called seiðr, you impudent little–OW!” loki interrupted.

“and this remote that makes a shock go through them.” clint had continued. loki was left rubbing his wrists and glaring. “anyway, be careful, y/n. he’s dangerous.”

“then what the hell? why are you leaving him here with me?” you had exclaimed.

“well, he was going to stay in the basement prison of shield, but they can’t keep anyone there for long, and we can’t give him over to stark, they’d kill themselves within two weeks, and i can’t keep him with laura and the kids.”

“i do prefer laura and my favourite niece and nephews alive.” you muttered.

“please, y/n, we can’t let him out of our sight and i don’t know what else to do.” clint begged.

“alright, alright.” you had finally agreed. “i can do it.”

clint looked really tired. it was hard to say no to your older brother.

“stop giving me puppy eyes, a kiss on the cheek and a thank you is sufficient enough.”

clint had obliged, thanking you profusely and hugging you, promising to run your grocery errands and come visit with enforcements every week.

he had gone much too soon, and despite your extensive training and the knowledge that you could beat him in hand-to-weapon combat, you were still intimidated.

that feeling did not fade for a very long time.

~*~*~*~

“do you think of my home as some kind of prison, loki?” you asked. it had been five months since clint had first dropped him off. it hardly seemed like two weeks.

it was now early september. there were a lot of wasps starting to zoom around. the mosquitos had all died off in july because of the bats you had attracted with the bat house.

loki was now wearing one of your old ex-boyfriend’s shirts from your closet and clint had agreed to get a pair of jeans and sweatpants for him. his ridiculous costume he had first arrived in had been deemed unfit for garden work and everyday house-attire, and was now sitting in a box in the attic.

“yes.” he said without a pause. “this is prison.” he was perched on the couch in the living room. you had a full view of him from the kitchen as you were chopping carrots.

“is it a nice prison, at least?”

loki paused. there was silence for a minute before he responded.

“not as nice as asgard.”

you rolled your eyes. “‘not as nice as asgard,’” you said mockingly.

“hey, no!” loki stood up and made eye contact with you from across the house. “there is nothing–nothing i say–that can ever compare with asgard.”

you were a bit shocked, not by his outburst, those kind of things happened almost on a schedule, but the way that he had started his sentence with an exclamation. it was like he was trying to discipline a child. he sounded exactly like you did when you scolded him about something.

you smirked a little. you were slowly starting to affect him.

you kept this revelation to yourself, however.

you turned your back on the mischief maker, making him seethe. no way in hel would he ever be treated like this on asgard, that was for certain.

his anger quickly melted away, though. he couldn’t seem to keep his anger around for very long anymore. that was another positive effect you had had on him.

there were so many good things you had taught him. anger management. earthly exercise and work out of doors. peaceful and uneventful nights.

“can you come help me with the dishes, your highness?” you called to him.

loki sighed heavily.

if only loki wasn’t so proud, he would have said that your house wasn’t a prison.

it hadn’t felt like a prison for a long time. it was a home away from home, and he had grown comfortable with the steady routine and mundane excitement of new tv shows, board games, and new plants and even getting groceries was romanticized and was a much-anticipated event every tuesday.

loki picked out a towel to start drying the dishes you were washing. the carrots had been put on to steam. there were sausage patties in the oven for supper.

loki breathed. he shook his head softly at himself behind your back.

“my good sir,” you said. “i must say that i am perfectly sick of hearing how much asgard one-ups earth.”

“midgard is nothing in comparison to my beloved homeland.” loki hissed in your ear. you felt shivers running up your spine. you hadn't realised he’d been so close behind you. loki picked up another plate.

“i have no doubt.” you managed dryly. “you’ll have to take me there one day, hold me hostage, put me to work sewing your great capes or whatever, then i can have a turn to brag about how much i prefer my own world.”

loki hmphed. “well, maybe i will!” he said.

you smiled and shook your head.

“i guess that asgard sounds like a really wonderful place, lokes, but how can you look at the night sky on earth and say that you can’t add it to your list of wonders?”

loki gaped.

“well–because–i-i've never even seen the midgard night sky, miss barton. until i have, the sights of asgard remain the only things worth mentioning.”

you dropped something in the sink, causing you to splash water all down your front and send soap suds high in the air. you gasped loudly.

loki handed over the towel without being asked. you patted down your shirt before wiping the water off the counter.

“why didn’t you say something sooner?” you cried, facing him.

“about what?” loki turned up his nose.

“not seeing the night sky! the stars! the moon!”

loki shrugged. you put an offended hand over your heart.

“are you so close-minded that you won’t even try to experience something that is foreign to you?"

“don’t you dare call me close-minded, miss barton.” loki took a menacing step towards you.

his stong forearms were bare, the bracelets hanging from his wrists like tattoos. the remote control for them was tucked into your shirt on a cord.

the thought shot through your mind once and reminded you not to get too familiar with loki laufeyson of asgard. he wasn’t someone to be made into your friend. he was a prisoner. a terrorist.

“don’t try to intimidate me, loki.” you said. you closed your eyes and laid your palm on your forehead dramatically, trying to ease your sudden panic and existential crisis. “we’ve gotta do something about your situation.”

“oh, please.” loki rolled his eyes. he turned his back on you to get a fresh towel.

you grinned at his back. “i guess it was a little bit of my fault. i always just assumed that you’ve seen the night sky.”

loki shook his head.

“i’ll take you up to the roof tonight. i think there’s a shooting star shower due around this time.”

loki looked up, confused. “shooting... stars?”

“you cannot possibly be serious.” you said.

the timer for the sausage patties saved you from spiralling into a wailing despair. loki was hopeless.

~*~*~*~

the sun didn’t set till 7pm, and the light didn’t vanish until 45 minutes after that.

however, you didn’t take loki up to the roof till nearly midnight. there was a meteor shower, but it wasn’t supposed to happen until about one in the morning.

you handed loki the blankets and gave him one of your oversized hoodies. when he raised his arms, his tummy would peek out. it would have to suffice.

you carried the flashlight. loki followed you around meekly with the armload of blankets as you shut off every light in the house and finally led him to the living room, where you used a long hook to pull down the ladder for the attic.

“once i’m up, you can toss me the blankets. oh, and watch your step.” you warned.

when you had climbed the ladder and the blankets and loki had followed, you pulled the ladder up behind you and shut the trapdoor. you didn’t want to fall through it again.

for a moment, loki panicked. he’d never been up here. this was a different kind of dark. like he had been thrust into nothingness. he was frozen.

“i’ve lost the flashlight.” you muttered. “where are you?” your fumbling hands led your search in the dark, but you still managed to faceplant right into loki’s chest. “whoops! there you are.”

loki quietly wrapped his arms around your shoulders. it was instinct. you squeaked in alarm.

“hey! what’s up?” you cried.

loki let go of you, almost pushing you away. “sorry.” he muttered. you tried to calm your heart.

“well, take my hand.” you said. “i think the flashlight is under the blankets, but i don’t want to run into you again like that.”

loki’s hand ran down your arm till it found your hand. he gripped it tight. you bent down and found the pile of blankets.

you pushed them aside and found the flashlight.

you pointed it to the floor and flicked it on.

the warm light illuminated the attic, lighting up loki’s pale face, and your blushing one.

you quickly turned away from each other to hide your faces and you and went to look for the trapdoor that led through the attic veiling to a little hidden balcony on the roof. loki picked up the blankets and hid his face behind them. he suddenly felt shy.

“come on, pretty little liar, you can move now.” you said, already halfway up the ladder. cool air rushed down around you.

loki scoffed at the nickname.

~*~*~*~

you stood on the roof of the house, back straight and face relaxed. you felt light for the first time in several months.

oh, how you had missed being up here.

loki climbed out of the attic and stood next to you.

the blankets were by your feet.

he looked up.

“this isn’t impressive, y/n.” he said, scornfully. there didn’t seem to be much to see.

“of course it isn’t.” you said softly, breaking out of your reverie. “the flashlight is still on. and we haven’t even made ourselves blanket nests.”

loki held back a rude remark. nests? he didn’t know you were part bird.

you sat down and reached for a blanket. you sat on one end and wrapped the rest of it around you, then took another blanket and threw that over your shoulders as well. you motioned to loki to copy what you were doing. he obliged, and you tucked in the edges of his blankets once he had gotten settled.

“there! all nice and snug. still feeling okay?”

“i am, thank you.”

“very good.” you now picked up the flashlight, still lit. you looked pointedly at loki. “close your eyes, and don’t open them till i tell you to.”

loki grunted, but complied.

you turned off the flashlight and leaned back. the tilt of the roof met your back comfortably. you waited til your own eyes adjusted to see the night sky.

“okay,” you breathed. “open your eyes and look up.”

loki opened his eyes and leaned back beside you, staring hard into the sky.

he gasped. you grinned.

“there’s so many stars.” he breathed. “y/n, look!”

“i’m looking, i'm looking.”

“they’re... so tiny and white... and blinking at me.” loki said. “this is... nothing like asgard at night.”

you smiled to yourself.

“did you know that some of those stars aren’t even stars? some are satellites. some are planets.”

“machines? floating up there?”

“yeah! that red dot that’s moving? that’s a satellite.”

you threw your arm over loki’s arm casually and pointed up at a larger star.

“that’s mars.”

loki inhaled again. “i feel like i’m floating up.”

“yeah. that happens sometimes.” you said.

a pin of light flew across the sky.

loki reached over to tap your hand. “was that a satellite?”

“no.” you paused. “that was a shooting star.”

you could almost hear the question mark that escaped on loki’s next breath.

“sometimes stars fall to earth, or they fly to other parts of the galaxy.” the childish lie flowed smoothly from your tongue. you would tell loki the truth later. “it’s tradition to make wishes on the shooting stars.”

“why?”

you shrugged. “beats me. it’s just something we do here.”

loki blinked.

“there are no such traditions on asgard.” he said. “we don’t have satellites, or planets near us, or falling stars. do stars fall very often?”

“not often.” you whispered. “but tonight’s different. there’s going to be a shower of shooting stars. there will be so many they’re gonna fill the night sky.”

another star shot across the sky.

you shifted nearer to loki on the roof. he moved his head to look at you.

“it happens a couple times every year,” you were saying. “i’ve only seen it twice in my life, though.”

loki barely heard it.

“i guess there are some things that midgard has that asgard doesn’t.” he said.

“hmm? and are they better? do they outrank asgard’s version?”

he watched the crinkles in your eyes as you smiled in satisfaction.

he had never realized how reflective your eyes could be. he saw every sparkling star mirrored in them.

asgard didn’t have monopoly. it didn’t have grocery tuesdays or y/n’s home. it didn’t have y/n.

he hummed, suddenly overwhelmed by a feeling of warmth and content. “yes, y/n. yes, they do.”

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dliilb · 1 year

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remixinc · 1 year

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regioonlineofficial · 1 year

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De Thuisgevers gaan nog zeker een jaar door met het succesvol begeleiden en huisvesten van statushouders in leegstaande gebouwen via maatschappelijke initiatieven. De initiatiefnemers van de Thuisgevers – de gemeente Kampen en de Protestantse Kerk in Nederland – ondertekenden daarvoor donderdag 30 maart een overeenkomst. Het ministerie van Justitie en Veiligheid financiert de organisatie in ieder geval nog een jaar, tot 3 april 2024. De Thuisgevers hebben sinds de start in oktober door mensen te huisvesten, in totaal meer dan 3.000 nachten vrijgespeeld in asielzoekerscentra. Dat doen zij tegen kosten die aanzienlijk lager liggen dan bijvoorbeeld die van crisisnoodopvang. Op dit moment zijn er zo'n 150 maatschappelijke initiatieven actief. In oktober 2022 begon de Thuisgevers als oplossing voor de vastgelopen asielopvang. Statushouders – dat zijn vluchtelingen met een verblijfsvergunning – verblijven onnodig lang in asielzoekerscentra, in afwachting van een woning die er vaak nog niet is. De Thuisgevers vinden bijzondere huisvestingsplekken "Als Thuisgevers vinden we bijzondere plekken, zoals schoolgebouwen, sportkantines en pastorieën waar we mensen een tijdelijk thuis kunnen geven. Mooi dat we van het Rijk het vertrouwen hebben gekregen om daarmee in ieder geval nog een jaar door te gaan" zegt Laura Prat Bertrams, projectmanager van de landelijke Thuisgevers. "Onze pioniers en kwartiermakers zitten klaar om nog veel meer gemeenten en maatschappelijke organisaties kosteloos te helpen. Het is bijzonder om te zien hoe honderden vrijwilligers, van klusser tot buddy, zich inzetten om hun nieuwe buren een warm welkom te bieden." Onverminderd nodig Burgemeester Sander de Rouwe van gemeente Kampen: "De beelden van mensen die vanwege overvolle asielopvang buiten sliepen in Ter Apel, hebben we misschien niet meer vers in het geheugen. Vast staat dat zij onverminderd nodig zijn. Ik doe dan ook een oproep aan mijn collega's in het land om ook met de Thuisgevers in zee te gaan. Uit eigen ervaring kan ik zeggen dat er ongelofelijk veel energie en saamhorigheid ontstaat binnen een Thuisgeef-initiatief in de gemeente." Jurjen de Groot, directeur van het dienstencentrum van de Protestantse Kerk in Nederland: "Als kerken voelen we ons onverminderd betrokken bij de opvang van vluchtelingen. Ik wil ook andere kerken en niet-kerkelijke organisaties vragen met de Thuisgevers mee te denken. Je geeft mensen, na lang wachten, met een thuis weer perspectief."

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flamingstaromunicacionnews · 1 year

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Simonsen presentan el videoclip de Tormentas.

La semana pasada conocíamos la propuesta musical de Simonsen. Ahora después de haber tenido tiempo para reposar su música llega el momento de degustar su nuevo video. ¨Tormentas¨ fue uno de los primeros adelantos que lanzo la banda y ahora llega el momento de poder disfrutar de este exquisito tema en formato visual. ¿De que recursos disponemos cuando nos sitúan en el centro del conflicto? ¿Que ocurre si además somos los señalados, como una estrategia de supervivencia para el resto de los involucrados?. ¨Tormentas¨ plantea las luchas, los conflictos y el desgarro que supone ser situado en ese lugar y con ese papel asignado. Este videoclip, lleva al cuerpo y al movimiento esas tormentas internas a través de una coreografía frágil y delicada pero poderosa al mismo tiempo, que ofrece un poco más de luz al final del camino. Imagen y fotografía (Inma Quesada), edición y montaje (Laura Tamayo), coreografía e interpretación (Olga Clavel). Tormentas fue rodado en una carretera secundaria cerca del Aeropuerto de Barcelona en la ciudad de El Prat de Llobregat.

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Estas dos primeras canciones son la cabeza de lanza de un nuevo trabajo que se ha preparado con mucho mimo y cariño junto a Christian Rey y que verá la luz durante el segundo trimestre de este 2023. Durante estos meses de grabación la banda ha ido rodando su directo en pequeñas salas de la Ciudad Condal para dar con la tecla de lo que hace emocionar a su publico. En breve llegarán las primeras fechas de presentación de un trabajo que sorprenderá y agradará a partes iguales. No se dejen engañar por el poco tiempo de vida que tiene Simonsen, son una banda con una arraigada cultura musical y que ha ido preparando todo con la calma y el saber hacer que dan la experiencia de todos esos proyectos donde ya han participado. Por el momento apunten bien en sus agendas y playlists el nombre de Simonsen.

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anarkiayfantasia · 1 year

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Eres basura

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27/11/22 La Capsa, el Prat de Llobregat

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revenantent · 2 years

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Laura Prats (@lauratogue) is an actress from Barcelona, Spain. She is best known for her series regular work as “Clara Romero” on the Spanish Netflix series HIGH SEAS and also recurred as “Shoreh” on the Netflix original series MARCO POLO. A singer, painter and boxer, Laura is also trilingual in Spanish, Catalan and English and has lent her voice talents to numerous animated shows including the Spanish dubs of THE MR. PEABODY & SHERMAN SHOW, ATTACK ON TITAN, SAMURAI JACK, HEIDI and the video game FAST AND FURIOUS CROSSROADS. She is based in Los Angeles. . . #lauraprats #revenantactress (at Beverly Hills, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cix7Bf2vtRq/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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SOLANGE PRAT con ANDRES ROT El Universal 12.2019 invitadas IVONNE GUZMAN y LAURA GONZALEZ (video casero anticipo)

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#SOLANGE PRAT con ANDRES ROT El Universal 12.2019 invitadas IVONNE GUZMAN y LAURA GONZALEZ

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avatarmovies · 1 year

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Well… History is been made. ✨

New era of Cinema has begun!💙🌊

#avatarthewayofwater #avatarpremiere what a ride!🤩

#Avatar: The Way of Water #social media #movie premiere #Laura Prats #Steve Brown #Jon Landau #Garrett Warren #Alicia Vela Bailey

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Word count: 1,592... the goal is less than 1k but- | Warning/s: none | Contains: HP Universe, magic, Slytherin!Stiles, Slytherin!Theo. Was going to make this a separate thing, but it's been a while for this tag, so.

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Having a newly-turned werewolf best friend is taking a toll on Stiles and it's showing - but he's also not about to abandon Scott to his predicament. What kind of a best friend would that make him? So, he spends most of his time now helping Scott through the shift; in remaining semi-conscious even as the moon pulls at his sanity, and in adapting to the enhancements of his senses. Stiles even brews the monthly supply of Wolfsbane potion himself, in the old girl's lavatory in the presence of Moaning Myrtle - the worst tattletale ghost in history. Luckily, Stiles is an expert at bribery. You'd think it was impossible to bribe a girl who's been dead forever, but goes to show how little you know about the world.

Stiles knows what he's committing to is risky, and Salazar Slytherin would have sneered at his display of severe lack of self-preservation if he could, but it wouldn't make a proper Slytherin of him if he turned down a challenge he believes he can win. And he can win this. In fact, he's winning so competently he's perfecting his animagus form without proper training or legal consent - both of which are required for all witches and wizards who wish to become one. It's his way of showing solidarity to his best friend. If his friend transforms into an animal, then he transforms into an animal as well. Albeit, of all animals, he chose a fox, and foxes and wolves tend not to get along. But eh, that's all right. There hasn't been an accident anyway... yet. Also, he has always wanted to do something illegal just to prove that he can get away with it. He always does something illegal, yes, but, like, hosting illicit parties in the Slytherin Common Room has nothing on becoming an unregistered animagus, isn't that right? This thing with Scott is an excellent opportunity to broaden his horizon.

But it doesn't mean it's not without consequences on his social life, physicality (he's still fit, mind you, just lost a few pounds, is all), and most of all, his studies. He knows his chances of usurping the first rank from Lydia is borderline impossible, but he would damn well do everything not to be that far behind her. If he has to settle with second place, he will do so with a hairsbreadth of space between them and nothing more.

But goddamn if he isn't bedraggled, half-unconscious, bloody hungry, and terminally late to his potions class today. None of which would help his academic goal. He'll have to fight tooth and nail to get that 0.5 difference again.

He's lucky it's his Head of House, Professor Laura Hale's class and not Deaton's (who would purse his lips in disapproval, take 5 points from Slytherin, and look at him disappointedly the whole day), Professor Derek Hale's (he would huff and let his eyebrows speak the 10 points he'd take from Slytherin, and make Stiles the dummy for whatever curse they were demonstrating that day), or god forbid, Harris's (he would happily take 50 points from Slytherin without batting his eyelash then and there). Professor Laura would only turn her head away and pretend not to notice Stiles awkwardly sliding onto the seat beside his potions partner.

Merlin, his potions partner. Theo "I know what you've been up to and you better well know I'm gonna use it as leverage when the time comes" Raeken. He can't, for the life of him, guess how Theo knew about the animagus thing when he'd been so careful. Then again, Theo isn't a Slytherin if he doesn't have bags of tricks up his sleeves. Theo has repeatedly hinted that he's aware, and it's another thing that keeps Stiles up at night - well, more than usual. Theo already keeps Stiles up at night without trying. Theo hasn't blabbered yet - Stiles doesn't have to worry about that, at least - because a proper Slytherin would always go the blackmail route. Honestly, Stiles is only waiting for the shoe to drop. It's not like he doesn't have blackmail material of his own against his infuriating housemate. If Theo ever opens his stupid mouth, Stiles will call him out on his hypocrisy. Because apparently, there are two unregistered animagi in Slytherin.

Panting, he enters the room and immediately meets Professor Laura's eyes over the busy heads of his classmates. Wordlessly, she smoothly shifts her gaze away and turns her back to "check" on the progress (or lack thereof) of some Hufflepuff fellow as if she didn't at all notice Stiles by the entryway. Taking the chance (the hint is what it is), he crosses the room towards his partner and exhales loudly in his seat.

Theo is stirring the pot, the concoction quietly bubbling, as he smirks down at Stiles with an all-knowing look. "Long night?"

The git, the absolute bloody bastard. He probably slept the prescribed 8 hours, the prat. Albeit... an attractive one at that. But still the biggest git of all, of course. And, yeah, the most attractive git, loathe as he to admit it. But- Merlin, shut up. Shut up. He needs to bloody sleep and drop unconscious already. Or drown himself in firewhiskey and drop unconscious. For at least 15 hours straight.

Stiles sneers, looking for a clever slight to throw at Theo. He knows he can't insult his potions skills because he's actually decent at it, actually bloody good, the prick. And he can't pick on his appearance because, well, there is literally nothing to pick on about his outside everything, is there? Even that stupid slight graze on his left eyebrow looks fitting on him, like a fashion statement or something, and soon the Slytherin boys would go knicking themselves in their stupid eyebrows to copy him, to be half as echanting as him, to - Merlin. Shut up, for Salazar's sake.

Before Stiles can open his mouth, the onslaught of cedarwood, mint, and chocolate knocks his words back down his throat, and all he's able to do is inhale. Deep. With pleasure. With so much pleasure that it's an internal battle not to drop his eyelids and part his lips for a moan.

For seven years, Stiles has been haunted by it - sleeping so close to the boy who wears the scent that he can't eat a single bar of chocolate without thinking of Theo. It's both a blessing and a curse. Kinda cliche, but kinda true. Absolutely true. Also absolutely a secret.

So, he pulls his face into a sneer once more - as if his brain isn' melting into cedarwood, mint, and chocolate pudding - throwing a glare at his roommate. The long-time bane of his existence, long-time subject of his wanking fantasies (and disgustingly romantic daydreams, but Stiles is not about to address it because then he'll be admitting that shit's getting real), long-time crush. "None of your business," Stiles snaps. He'd like to add "eloquently", but it just isn't.

Theo only chuckles as if he already expected the reply. Or because he is immune to Stiles's attitude after dealing with it for years. Whichever it is, Theo's infuriatingly unaffected. It's so bloody distracting. He's so bloody distracting. Especially to a sleep-deprived Stiles who hasn't had enough rest, meal, or wank for far too long than reasonable.

"Well, make your tardy ass useful then and tell me if the potion smells like it's a flawless brew," he cocks his head sideways, lips slanting to an obnoxious smile, and adds, "Though, I already know it is."

Stiles scoffs (while he inwardly sings praises, because, damn if he isn't hot. Merlin, he needs to jerk off. Twice, in a row. Then drop unconscious. Wake up for dinner and masturbate twice more before bed most preferably). He glances down at the swirling mist coming from the pot and slides his unimpressed gaze back to Theo. "If I can smell anything at all over the entire bottle of cologne you poured on yourself today."

Theo looks taken aback for a moment, five heartbeats if Stiles is not wrong (he isn't) before his face breaks into the biggest, brightest grin Stiles has ever seen him make. Then he laughs heartily, genuinely; his eyes look extraordinarily joyful, and his neck even starts flushing. Stiles would've preened (he totally does inside. He caused that smile, okay?) if he didn't think that he probably did something embarrassing based on the absolute glee in Theo's reaction.

"Well," he drawls, still freakishly happy, like what in Merlin? He's a sight, yeah, bloody gorgeous, but Theo's happiness is usually in tandem with Stiles's distress, you see. It's perfectly rational to be suspicious. Then, Theo pins Stiles with a smug and satisfied look, saying, "I'm glad to know that's what amortentia potion smells like to you."

The statement gives Stiles a pause - more than a pause, he freezes - and he gapes while processing it. It doesn't take more than a few seconds for it to hit him.

Amortentia. Love potion. Today's task is Amortentia - a potion that smells different to each person, depending on what attracts them. And he's just announced that the air around him is basically marinating in Theo's bloody cologne. Salazar bloody Slytherin.

Stiles never imagined ever stooping so low but let it be known that what he does next, he will bring to his grave as his biggest disgrace.

Taking out his wand swift as lightning, he points it to himself for the easy way out. With a murmured spell, he grants his wish and knocks himself unconscious.

His idiocy is future Stiles's problem now. He'll stay bloody asleep for 15 hours straight, thank you very much.

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steo a-z: part 20

#steo #teen wolf #steo A-Z #contains: >1k words #contains: slytherin!stiles #contains: slytherin!theo #contains: wizards/magic #stiles stilinski #theo raeken #stiles x theo #fics tag #flashficsau #so i remembered that hogwarts au wip on ao3... it's almost one year in the making lol #maybe I'll get to update it in the next spooktober event lol

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montysworld · 3 years

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Zara Origins - Avril 14th from Roger Guàrdia on Vimeo.

Visual experience based on APHEX TWIN's song Avril 14th for the new Origins collection by Zara.

FILM CREDITS

Directed by Roger Guàrdia -----------

Produced by CANADA -----------

Executive Producer Víctor Mata

Producer Marga Sardà Badia -----------

Director of Photography Ryan Marie Helfant

Production Designer Oian Arteta

Production Manager Yolanda Gata

1st AD Diego Núñez

Stylist Marq Rise

Make-up Artist Lucy Bridge

Hair Artist Louis Ghewy

Editor Carlos Font Clos

Grading Marc Morató @ La Metropolitana

Sound Design Jack Sedgwick @ Wave Studios

Postproduction La Metropolitana -----------

Production Coordinator Marta Vega

Production Assistant Aina Salarich

Ecoshoot Coordinator Aurora Muñoz

Postproduction Coordinator Sara Camacho

Postproduction Supervisor Iván Iniesta @ La Metropolitana

PAs/Drivers Pau Arévalo David Ceballos Guille Lavin Gerard Llopart Marc Massó Ramón Novellas Marcelo Pérez Oscar Pérez Aitor Rau Oriol Recasens Riky Serrano

Ecoshoot PA David Medina

PA Trainee Sara Martínez

Set Manager Aiman Halabi

Location Manager Iván Gómez

Location Assistant Sergi Cabrera

Location Scout Jaume Jordana Joel López Matías Saravia

2nd AD Dani Velázquez

3rd ADs Helena Lobato Albert Marcos

Casting Lane Casting

Special Effects Clemente Torres

Animal Wrangler Gabriel Lozano

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Focus Puller Toni Rodríguez

2nd AC Eneko Abad

Clapper Loader Mònica Mauri

VTR Xavi García

Steadycam Operator Sacha Naceri

Camera B Operator Teo López Camera B Focus Puller Iván Buñuel

Camera B 2nd AC Arkaitz Latorre

Camera B VTR Kian Rahnema

Scuba Cam Jose Manuel Herrero

Scuba Cam Assistant Raúl Caso

Gaffer Juan F. Román

Sparks Raul Alimbau Alberto Álvarez Jordi Biosca Alex Carvajal Juan F. Flores Oscar Gallego Víctor Gasull Xavier González Patrik Herchl Víctor Moreno Joan Manel Pérez Jesús Manuel Prieto Santi Rodríguez Jordi Sánchez

Key Grip Jordi Soms

Grip Toni Espejo

Scorpio Crane Jordi Galán

Sound Technician Carles Prats

Boom Operator Gabriel Hernan

----------- Assistants Art Director Cristina Cortizo Anna Llubera

Props Buyer Eduard Arbona

Art Assistants Julien Anderson Nata Jacob Jonathan Rodríguez Sergi Ruiz

----------- Styling Assistants Alexa Barrios Maria Combalia Iria Franch Nona Permanyer Bea Rivas

Seamstresses Aloma Abeyà Blanca Oliva

Mk’up Ass. to Ms Bridge Kyle Dominic Jana Reininger

Hair Ass. to Mr Ghewy Eduardo Bravo

Add. Talent Mk’up & Hair Oliva Marcos

Add Talent Mk’up & Hair Ass. Cristina Casanovas Eli García Olalla Limeres Sandra Martín Vanessa Sánchez Laura Sans

Manicurist Rosa Matilla ----------- Main Talent Takfarines Bengana Rogier Bosschaart Kwaku Broni Ottawa Kwami Chester McKee Babacar N’Doye Yura Nakano Sacha Quenby Mika Schneider Moustapha Sy

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Orchestra Furius Music Orchestra

Underwater Stunt Carlos Ribera @ Filmsport

Background Extras JK Guzman

----------- Storyboard Roger Pibernat

Credits Design Judit Musachs

BTS Camera Operators Pol G. Sala Juanjo López

BTS Photographer Dani Pujalte

BTS & Assistant Editor Bernat Udina

----------- “Avril 14th - Orchestral Version” Music: Aphex Twin ‘Avril 14th’, Courtesy of Warp Records Music Production Hook and Line Inc. Orchestral Arrangement Bryan Senti Production Assistant Francesco Le Metre

Music Mix Bill Mims @ Alpha Road Studios in Los Angeles, California

Studio recording by FILMharmonic Orchestra in Prague on August 31st, 2021 Conductor: Adam Klemens Sound Engineer: Jan Holzner Assistant Sound Engineer: Michal Hradiský Orchestra Contractor and Recording Sessions Manager: Petr Pycha

Live performance by Furius Music Orchestra in Barcelona on August 22nd, 2021

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------------ Special Thanks Momo M. Javier G. Javier R. Carlos T. Jacobo S. Oscar G. Antonio P. Carlos N. Javi Botella Marina M. Campomanes Sophie Williams Davey Ahern Cristina López Diana C. Milesi

------------ Shot in Barcelona on August 19th-22nd, 2021.

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alexlacquemanne · 3 years

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Janvier MMXXI

Films

Alexandre le Bienheureux (1968) de Yves Robert avec Philippe Noiret, Françoise Brion, Marlène Jobert, Paul Le Person et Pierre Richard

Les Mariés de l'an II (1971) de Jean-Paul Rappeneau avec Jean-Paul Belmondo, Marlène Jobert, Sami Frey, Laura Antonelli et Michel Auclair

Tendre Poulet (1978) de Philippe de Broca avec Annie Girardot, Philippe Noiret, Catherine Alric et Hubert Deschamps

Le cave se rebiffe (1961) de Gilles Grangier avec Jean Gabin, Maurice Biraud, Bernard Blier, Martine Carol et Françoise Rosay

Jackie (2016) de Pablo Larraín avec Natalie Portman, Greta Gerwig, Peter Sarsgaard et John Hurt

Ivanhoé (1952) de Richard Thorpe avec Robert Taylor, Elizabeth Taylor, Joan Fontaine et George Sanders

Nevada Smith (1966) de Henry Hathaway avec Steve McQueen, Karl Malden, Brian Keith, Arthur Kennedy, Suzanne Pleshette et Martin Landau

Les Enchaînés (Notorious) (1946) d’Alfred Hitchcock avec Cary Grant, Ingrid Bergman et Claude Rains

Mission impossible (Mission: Impossible) (1996) de Brian De Palma avec Tom Cruise, Emmanuelle Béart, Jon Voight et Jean Reno

Working Girl (1988) de Mike Nichols avec Melanie Griffith, Harrison Ford, Sigourney Weaver et Alec Baldwin

Man Trouble (1992) de Bob Rafelson avec Jack Nicholson, Ellen Barkin, Beverly D'Angelo et Veronica Cartwright

The Island (2005) de Michael Bay avec Scarlett Johansson, Ewan McGregor, Djimon Hounsou et Sean Bean

Vivement dimanche ! (1983) de François Truffaut avec Fanny Ardant, Jean-Louis Trintignant, Jean-Pierre Kalfon et Philippe Laudenbach

The Artist (2011) de Michel Hazanavicius avec Jean Dujardin, Bérénice Bejo, James Cromwell et John Goodman

Les Vikings (The Vikings) (1958) de Richard Fleischer avec Kirk Douglas, Tony Curtis, Janet Leigh et Ernest Borgnine

C'était un rendez-vous (1976) de Claude Lelouch avec Claude Lelouch et Gunilla Friden

Alceste à bicyclette (2013) de Philippe Le Guay avec Fabrice Luchini, Lambert Wilson et Maya Sansa

Mission : Impossible - Rogue Nation (2015) de Christopher McQuarrie avec Tom Cruise, Rebecca Ferguson, Simon Pegg et Jeremy Renner

Spectacle

L’Hôtel du libre échange (2015) de Georges Feydeau avec Thierry Beccaro, Virginie Guilhaume, Bruno Guillon, Valérie Maurice, Patrice Laffont et Carinne Teyssandier

La Dame de chez Maxim (2020) de Georges Feydeau avec Micha Lescot, Léa Drucker, André Marcon, Anne Rotger, Eric Prat, Christophe Paou, Reinhardt Wagner, Valerian Behar Bonnet

Le crédit (2019) de Jordi Galceran avec Didier Bénureau et Daniel Russo

Séries

Kaamelott Livre I, II

Un Roi à la taverne - Raison d’argent - L’Enlèvement de Guenièvre - L’Escorte II - Sous les Verrous - Vox Populi II - Unagi II - Les Exploités - Séli et les Rongeurs - Feue la vache de Roparzh - Les Alchimistes - Les Chiens de Guerre - La Botte Secrète II - Spiritueux - La Corde - Un Roi à la Taverne II - La Fête du Printemps - La Joute Ancillaire - La Garde Royale - L’Ambition - Le Reclassement - Silbury Hill - La Vigilance d’Arthur - La Chambre - Le Rassemblement du Corbeau - Le Terroriste - Le Portrait - La Révolte

Nestor Burma Saison 2, 3

Retour au bercail - L'Homme au sang bleu

Top Gear Saison 18,19, 7, 11, 8, 12, 13, 22, 21, 16

Feux croisés en Italie - 1500 km a fond de 5eme - Le Road Trip Ideal 2 : partie 1 - Le Road trip Ideal 2 : partie 2 - La vitesse en toute liberté - La traversée du Japon - Dans la vallée du feu - Les Top Gear Awards - Les pires voitures de l'histoire - Gordon Ramsay aux commandes ! - La première voiture amphibie - En tournée avec les Who ! - Trois camions d'enfer - Apprentis policiers - Passion vintage - Small is beautiful - S.O.S Urgences - Trophée Andros - Porsche Cayenne Turbo S contre parachutiste - La fièvre du vintage - USA : On Road Again - Nostalgie des années 80 - Road Trip à Tchernobyl - Mercedes, folle du désert - L'Albanie en Rolls-Royce - La Fiesta dans tous ses états - Surfin’ USA - Made in China - Caravane Tour

The Grand Tour Saison 2, 3, 1

Pas de script - Spécial Colombie : partie 1 - Spécial Colombie : partie 2 - Courses de Noël - Échappée marocaine - La Loi du plus fort - Oh oui, de l'essence

Chapeau melon et bottes de cuir Saison 5

Meurtres distingués - Interférences - Caméra meurtre

Friends Saison 2, 3

Celui qui affronte les voyous - Celui qui faisait le lien - Celui qui attrape la varicelle - Celui qui embrassait mal - Celui qui avait la technique du câlin - Celui qui ne supportait pas les poupées - Celui qui bricolait - Celui qui se souvient

Doctor Who

Revolution of the Daleks

Alexandra Ehle Saison 2

La Peste

Les petits meurtres d’Agatha Christie Saison 3

La Nuit qui ne finit pas

Livres

Sherlock Holmes et le Mystère du Haut-Koenigsbourg de Jacques Fortier

Batman : Dark Knight 1 : Résurrection de Frank Miller

OSS 117 : Tortures de Jean Bruce

Casse-pipe à la Nation de Léo Malet et Jacques Tardi

#mediatheque #janvier21

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A Cold Heart is Reborn

Ciel Phantomhive x Oc Celest Winters pt. 1

"So, where are we headed, Sebastian?" Ciel asked his butler, who had been rereading the queen's letter the entire carriage ride.

"Hinode Village. The queen asked you to investigate the disappearances of many children of the local orphanage. " Sebastian responded, scanning the letter once again. Ciel sighed, who would kidnap orphans and why?

The pair arrived on a small street lined with businesses with homes in the back. Ciel looked around for the orphanage. When he didn't see it, he turned to Sebastian. "Where is it, Sebastian? I would like to get there and investigate before the perpetrator gets away." He said coming across as arrogant.

"I know not my Lord, perhaps we should ask a native," Sebastian suggested.

There was a street fight between what seemed to be a butcher and a stableman. Ciel just happened to walk a bit too close to them and his dark cloak was ripped by the butcher’s knife. The men didn’t realize what had happened and continued fighting. Ciel was furious.

"How dare you fight like animals without keeping the inhabitants in mind!? Do you know who I am!?" He yelled.

"A bratty kid who's gonna get beaten black and blue if he keeps acting like he can boss me around." The man answered. Sebastian stepped in before the man could hurt Ciel.

"Perhaps, we should find a seamstress to mend your cloak, my young lord," Sebastian suggested, peacefully. Ciel reluctantly agreed to leave the man in favor of getting his cloak mended. The two of them made their way to a nearby store labeled "Sunset Stitching", to do so.

They were greeted at the door by a blonde-haired, brown-eyed girl. Her enthusiasm only served to sour Ciel's mood more. "Good afternoon! I'm Laura Thorne, how can I help you today?"

"I need my cloak mended, that’s all," Ciel responded, reaching into his pocket for the money to pay the young girl.

"That should be no problem for our seamstress when she gets back." Laura smiled.

Ciel’s hand froze, and he raised his head. "You mean she is not here? Does she not care a customer may come by with work for her?" Ciel sneered. Laura gave a nervous smile waving both hands in front of her for accentuation.

"Oh, no, no. I sent her to get more supplies. Needles, thread, fabric; things she uses daily."

"Laura, how many times need I tell you; you do not need to explain yourself to the customer?” A young, female voice asked behind them.

Ciel turned to see a girl about his age and height, with red-brown hair, and piercing green eyes, well...eye, an eye patch covered her left eye. Her red gown seemed to be made for someone in a higher station in life; the fabric was of high quality and the style was closer to his own than Laura’s. Her cold gaze shifted from Laura to Ciel and settled on him for a moment. Sweeping up and down, seemingly studying him, debating whether he was a threat.

"Ah, you must be the seamstress Miss. Laura was telling us about." Sebastian said, politely smiling. But her gaze never left Ciel, even as she answered him.

“That’s right, Celest Winters." She said simply. "Am I correct to assume you have work for me or are you here simply to speak to the peasants?"

Her tone suggested she either didn't care or know about his status, either way, it angered Ciel to the point of shouting. "I beg your pardon, I am Ciel the earl of Phantomhive! I will not be spoken to this way!" Ciel exclaimed.

"Forgive me, but, I’m afraid, it takes a while for any news of any kind to get here; your status may as well be forgotten here." Celest’s voice took a tone of feigned submission, where her expression was a teasing smirk. "Anyhow, I would like to mend that cloak of yours as soon as possible."

"How did you know it was my cloak that needed mending? It could have been anything." Ciel shot back sassily.

"You mean besides the fact I heard you tell Laura that is your reason for being here? I had just come in when you told her that, so there was no need for further question." Celest, stated rather than asked. Ciel stiffened at her excellent point. He huffed, surrendering his cloak for her to mend. He met her gaze; her eye sparkled in triumph.

Why was his heart pounding? Why did his head feel so light? Why was the world falling away? Why did her bright green eye keep him from looking away? Why did she make him feel this way? The way her hair caught the light, the way her dress brought out the color of her eye, the way her voice carried a tone of sophistication, the way she seemed to emit confidence.

No, Ciel simply cannot be thinking these things, especially not towards her. She had no status, no nobility, no regal upbringing. Nothing that would even remotely allow something such as a relationship. His betrothal to Elizabeth prevented such a relationship.

Then he thought..."How would you like to work for me?" Ciel offered.

Celest's POV:

This boy could not be serious. How could he say that after everything that just happened, after he accused her of being ignorant, unobservant, and an absolute prat, he had the audacity to offer her a job at his manor?! That was all it took for her to snap on the spoiled brat of a boy.

"How dare you come into my shop and demand I fix your cloak after you insult my friend, accuse me of being lazy and inattentive to my shop, and claim your actions are justified by your being a nobleman?! This is the only shop within miles for anyone to have their..." Her sentence was interrupted by her breaking into a coughing fit. She covered her mouth with her hands to prevent herself from coughing in the boy's face. Laura rushed to her side, gently took Celest by the arm, and guided her to a nearby chair.

Once Celest was seated, Laura rushed to the room at the back of the small building and returned with a rag dipped in chloroform. Laura gently placed the rag over Celest’s mouth and nose; Celest clapped her hand over Laura’s. The pleasant aroma wrapped about Celest, causing her to feel pleasantly warm and lightheaded. The chloroform caused the muscles in her chest to relax, thus allowing her to breathe. As Celest physically relaxed, Laura took the rag away from her face, but Laura was far from done with her.

"You know this happens every time you get worked up. Why do you insist on doing this to yourself?" Laura tsked Celest. When she received no response, she turned to Ciel. "If she goes with you, will you make absolutely sure she is taken care of?"

"Oi! I believe I get a say in the matter!" Celest retorted, her voice hoarse from coughing, and mind cloudy from the chloroform.

Ciel seemed to ignore Celest’s protest and addressed Laura, "If she accepts, I can assure you she will be cared for."

Laura stood curtsying to him, "Thank you, my young lord. I will go pack her trunk." She then walked to Celest's room.

Celest called out to Laura, "I never agreed to any of this! I make no promises I'll stay!" When Laura didn't respond, Celest pouted.

Ciel then decided to butt in, "I assure you I can give you a reason to stay." He whispered.

"What, in Victoria’s name, would make me want to live with and work for a spoiled brat like you?" Celest spat.

Her question only served to make him smirk, a smirk she desperately wanted to wipe off his face. "I am the queen's watchdog; I investigate cases the queen deems especially important or threatening to the crown. You could be my first and possibly only partner, should you accept"

Now that sounded like something she could agree to.

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First fanfic on Tumblr!!

Let me know what y'all think!! Hope you enjoyed.

Courtney, out. Peace.✌

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