#as beautiful as ever Rima

[aaknopf]

In Shakespeare’s Sisters, Ramie Targoff recovers to literary memory the lives and talents of four women who wrote in England during Shakespeare’s time, well before there was any notion of “a room of one’s own.” From Mary Sidney, sister of the well-known poet Sir Philip Sidney (she wrote most of the beautiful translations of the Psalms ascribed to him) to Anne Clifford, a diarist and memoirist who fought for decades against a patriarchy that tried to disinherit her from her family’s land, these women stun us by their bravery. In the passage below, Targoff discusses the important poetry of Aemilia Lanyer, born of an illiterate mother and an immigrant father; it appeared in print in 1611, making her the first woman in the 17th century to publish an original book of verse.

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In the same year the King James Bible first appeared in print, establishing the most influential English translation of scripture ever produced, Aemilia dared to tell a different story. Over the course of 230 rhyming stanzas of eight lines each, her “Salve Deus Rex Judaeorum” lays out the story of Christ’s Passion from a distinctly female perspective. The formal challenge of writing the poem was itself daunting: it’s no easy feat to compose over 1,800 lines of ottava rima (iambic pentameter stanzas written in an abababcc rhyme scheme). But Aemilia’s greater audacity was in tackling the subject of Christ’s crucifixion. To justify this, she makes the same claim for divine inspiration that the great Protestant poet John Milton would make sixty or so years later in writing Paradise Lost. Describing her own “poor barren brain” as “far too weak” for the task, she asks God to “give me power and strength to write”:

Yet if he please to illuminate my spirit,  And give me wisdom from his holy hill,  That I may write part of his glorious merit,  If he vouchsafe to guide my hand and quill Then will I tell of that sad blackfaced night,  Whose mourning Mantle covered Heavenly Light.

     Given the fact that the poem proceeds to do exactly what she petitions for, Aemilia shows her reader that her prayer has been answered: she’s not so much writing as channeling the divine word.[...]      Aemilia’s narrative of Christ’s Passion begins on the “very night our Savior was betrayed.” As part of her overall strategy in “Salve Deus”of celebrating female virtue, the poem draws attention both to the wicked acts of men (Caiaphas, Judas) and to the compassionate acts of women (the daughters of Jerusalem, the Virgin Mary) in the days leading up to Christ’s arrest. None of this comes as a surprise. But when Aemilia arrives at the moment that Pontius Pilate considers Christ’s fate, she does something totally unanticipated. Relinquishing her own role as narrator, she hands the poem over to Pilate’s wife. Among the most minor figures in the New Testament, Pilate’s wife has a single line of verse in only one of the four gospels. In Matthew 27:19, a woman who is never named urges her husband, the Roman governor in Judaea, to disregard the will of the people calling for Christ to be crucified: “Have nothing to do with that just man,” she warns Pilate, “for I have suffered many things this day in a dream because of him.”      In early Christian commentaries and apocryphal writings, this woman was often called Procula Claudia, or simply Procula. In medieval England, Procula was paraded onstage in the mystery plays as an evil woman who almost prevented Christ’s saving humankind; in the York Cycle’s play named for her—The Dream of Pilate’s Wife—Percula, as she’s called there, receives her dream from the Devil himself. There’s no way to know if Aemilia knew this or other medieval dramas; it’s more likely she would have noticed the more positive treatment Pilate’s wife was given in the Geneva Bible, the popular translation done by English Protestants in the 1550s. Consistent with the Protestant belief that everyone should have access to the Bible directly, the translation was heavily glossed with marginal notes. Next to the verse from Matthew regarding Pilate’s wife was a single gloss suggesting that Pilate should have taken the “counsel of others to defend Christ’s innocence.” But whether the treatment of this woman was negative or positive, she had never been asked to perform the role Aemilia gave her in “Salve Deus,” where she delivers one of the strongest defenses for women’s rights that Christianity had ever seen.      In Pilate’s wife, Aemilia found her perfect heroine: a woman whose intervention at the crucial moment could have changed the course of history, if only her husband had listened. With the scriptural verse from Matthew before her, Aemilia made two crucial additions to the story. First, she transformed Pilate’s wife into a faithful believer who already regarded Christ as her Lord. “Hear the words of thy most worthy wife,” she begs her husband, “who sends to thee, to beg her Savior’s life.” Far from simply reporting that she’s had an ominous dream, as she does in Matthew, Pilate’s wife explicitly warns Pilate that he will be killing the son of God.      Second, Aemilia turned Pilate’s wife into a proto-feminist. After urging Pilate to let Christ go on religious grounds, she comes up with a new reason for why he should be pardoned: “Let not us women glory in men’s fall / Who had power given to over-rule us all.” If men are sinful enough to crucify their savior, then women should be liberated from men’s rule. “Your indiscretion sets us free,” she declares, “And makes our former fault much less appear.” In these four short lines, Aemilia’s character anticipates the killing of Christ as the basis for women’s freedom from patriarchy.      As if this weren’t radical enough, Pilate’s wife moves in “Salve Deus” from making her argument about the Crucifixion to recon- sidering the reason for Christ’s sacrifice in the first place. “Our mother Eve,” she exclaims,

. . . who tasted of the Tree Giving to Adam what she held most dear, Was simply good, and had no power to see,  The after-coming harm did not appear.

If Eve had no way to know the damage she might do, Adam was only too aware: it was he who received the command directly “from God’s mouth.” Eve was simply a victim of misinformation and “too much love,” whereas Adam, not betrayed by the “subtle Serpent’s falsehood,” knew exactly what he was doing.      Aemilia was certainly not the first person to defend Eve on grounds of her innocence or to propose that Adam be held responsible for the Fall. She was possibly the first to argue that the crime of killing Christ so overwhelmed any fault of Eve’s that women’s subordination should come to an immediate end. “If unjustly you condemn [Christ] to die,” Pilate’s wife concludes,

. . . Then let us have our Liberty again, And challenge [attribute] to your selves no Sovereignty;  You came not in the world without our pain, Make that a bar against your cruelty; Your fault being greater, why should you disdain  Our being your equals, free from tyranny? If one weak woman simply did offend,  This sin of yours, hath no excuse, nor end.

Hundreds of years before the women’s liberation movement, Aemilia used the figure of Pilate’s wife to argue that the sexes should be equal. In doing so, she also rescued a voice from history, giving full personhood and agency to a woman whom the Bible didn’t regard as worthy of a name.

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Basic Instinct Chapter 27

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY EVERYONE! Today, the first chapter of Basic Instinct turnt 1 year old. I mentioned before how xenophobic native English speakers dragged me for my mistakes as a non-English speaker to the point I stopped publishing fanworks and I'll admit the lack of support also wasn't motivating. Basic Instinct is the first fanfic I've completed since my very first fanfic that I actually kept to myself that I wrote when I was 11 years old. Yes, I am saying completed as I had planned this to be the final chapter. There's something poetic about releasing the ending on Basic Instinct's birthday and it just feels right to end the story at this point. Don't worry guys, you guys will still be getting an epilogue and a blooper reel where I will be releasing some short funny scenes like the off screen dance Kotaro and the reader did at the Maji Burger in chapter 5. I thank every single one of you for being here on the journey! masterpost

Today, was Akashi's birthday. Rima had planned out everything and you, Momoi, Reo, Midorima and Kuroko had filled her in with the occasional comment about what they thought might be nice too. Last week, before winter break, Reo had slipped the invitations to Nebuya and Kotaro, and Momoi did the same for Kise and Aomine as Kuroko took care of Kagami and Murasakibara. Kagami had been a bit surprised to be invited too, but after careful thought everyone agreed Kagami also should be getting an invitation. You were glowing with excitement and wore a beautiful, expensive dress that Rima had given you as an advance Christmas gift as you did feel a bit insecure as Masaomi would drop by on the party. You didn't wanted to look cheap, knowing how he felt about you. Rima had her scary side, but she had embraced you like a granddaughter and you knew she truly had your back if Masaomi were to act coldly towards you. So if anyone should be scared, it should be him. At least, that's what you kept telling yourself. You had been as thoughtful as possiblr. For one, you had written his birthday note with the markers he had bought for you on your first date. It had been hard to think of a birthday gift, because what could you give a boy who had almost everything already? You had been grateful for your friend Mari-Chan. As the two of you had chatted about the topic and how you thought of perhaps a self-made gift, she had the most brilliant idea. With the help of everyone, you had managed to collect a decent number of photos of Akashi and his friends, the few ones of the two of you and Rima had doubles made of childhood photographs with his mother. Spending your money on a few magazines of National Geographic, you had created the most beautiful collage of nature pictures to create a pretty backdrop, and then you carefully started making a collage of Akashi and his loved ones on top of your first collage. Mari had given you the money for the frame as those magazines had blown your budget, telling you how you always had her back when she needed you and this time she wanted to help you. She also said she thought you and Akashi were a cute couple in general and how much happier you looked now that the two of you had one another. Mari nearly chocked in the tight embrace you'd given her. Now, as you entered the Kaneshiro mansion with your gift, you couldn't help but think of how the dress and the pretty mansion remembered you of a fairy tale, with you being the princess. Fujioka came to place your present with the others, and the old man smiled at you. "Thank you for giving him his joy back. This birthday will be the best my young master will have ever gotten, and its all thanks to your love that he's getting what he deserves. I'd be honored of serving you as the lady of the house one day." Your face got a little red and you could feel a few tears pricking your eyes. The compliment touched you, and you gave Fujioka your warmest smile. "And I thank you, for getting him to the warm home he deserves." "Oi, y/n-chan!" Kotaro yelled, arriving with Nebuya and you let out a soft chuckle. Another servant took the gifts of their hands and they led the three of you to the dining hall. The usual table was shoved into a corner where the small pile of gifts rested atop A new, larger table was seated in the center of the room, sporting the largest birthday cake you had ever seen in real life, and plates with various different foods. Midorima and Tamamura-san seemed to try their hardest to distract Murasakibara from eating before the party started. Kuroko, Kagami and Momoi were reacting to something stupid Aomine had said, Momoi was rolling her eyes and Kuroko was saying something you couldn't hear with Midorima's scolding drowning out his voice. Reo was chatting up with Umemiya-san and you guessed it was probably recipe related. You could recognize Yuuki, chatting up with some other maids as they eyed the commotion as you did. Only Kise hadn't arrived yet.

After another half hour, all of you gathered around as Fujioka went to get Rima and Akashi. Kise still wasn't there yet! You hoped it wouldn't hurt Akashi's feelings. As the anticipation arose in the room, and you could feel the excitement jittering in your skin, the doors opened. "Surprise!" They all yelled, only to see Kise in the doorway, carrying his gift. He chuckled as he walked into the room, "Hi!" "Kise, why are you so god damn late!" Aomine grumbled annoyed and Kise pouted. "Aominecchi, I am supposed to be fashionably late." At that you and several others chuckled, and just then did the doors open again, this time with the actual birthday boy, butler and grandma. As everyone gathered some air, they once more shouted, "Surprise!" Akashi looked on with big surprised eyes and then looked at his grandmother. "I thought you deserved an actual birthday." He couldn't help but feel his eyes water, and he hugged his grandmother. You broke out into a wide smile, looking onto his happiness. Akashi walked to your group and said, "I'm happy you made it to my birthday." "He's here now. Can we finally eat?" Murasakibara asked hungrily. Akashi chuckled and said, "Of course, let us feast on this occasion!" And so all of you took your own seat. The cake only had one candle, so Akashi did not have to worry about the cake's large size. He closed his eyes and made his wish, 'I wish my bonds with these people will never change.' All of you clapped as he blew out the candle, and almost with lightning speed did Murasakibara took a slice. Everyone looked flabbergasted at his audacity not to let Akashi go first, but he shrugged it off with a happy smile, because all of you were there and that was the gift he had always wanted. Each of you then took your then filled your own plate, and just as you took your first bite of food, did another butler bring in Masaomi, awkwardly holding a gift. "Take a seat father." Akashi said, and Masaomi handed his gift to the butler. You immediately felt anxious, but then Rima smiled at you and you couldn't help but smile back. 'thank you', you mouthed, for all her support. And the party did go over smoothly. Masaomi talked mostly with Rima and the servants that evening, observing you, Akashi and his friends from the sidelines. Which came much as a relief. Before you left to go back home, Akashi embraced you as you bid your goodbye to him in the garden. "You really look stunning in that dress. It suits you perfectly." He complimented and your face flushed red. "Thank you, your grandmother has great taste." He chuckled, his eyes bright and his smile so wide that it hurt but he couldn't help how happy he was. You wrapped your arms around his neck. "Happy birthday Sei." Akashi leaned in and kissed you with such delight, the two of you felt as if you were set afire. There was no moment more perfect then this.

#knb #kuroko's basketball #akashi #knb x reader #akashi seijuro #basic instinct #akashi seijuro x reader #murasakibara atsushi #birthday party #midorima shintarou #akashi masaomi #kise ryota #kotaro hayama #aomine daiki

[arikakuku]

Skts + desi trans (MTF) Atsumu, transphobia & comfort

Kiyoomi knocked on the door, waiting for Atsumu to reply, but there was no answer in return!

Atsumu had asked him to wait outside; she was confused between two outfits she wanted to wear for her cousin's wedding, and Kiyoomi, who would tell her she looked like the most beautiful person even when she was wearing her old torn clothes, was the judge!

 

Kiyoomi had been waiting outside for more than half an hour, and with every passing minute, his tension was increasing. He knocked on the door again, calling out to her.

 

"Atsu? Baby, are you done?"

"Love? Are you okay?" He called out again, debating whether to break it. He heard the click of the door, and instead of Atsumu putting on a fashion show for him as she usually does, she ran towards her bed, hid under the blanket, and blew her nose, throwing out the tissue paper and screaming.

 

"Omiomi, I'll pick it up laterr, promise!"

 

Kiyoomi groaned, but this was not the time to get disgusted; Atsumu had a running nose, and the only reason she could have one was if she had cried! And Kiyoomi had promised himself never to see tears come in Atsumu's eyes; whoever had caused this should better be prepared; Kiyoomi would take Atsumu's revenge!

Atsumu's outfits were laid out perfectly, with jewellery still in their boxes, the makeup products untouched, and a half mehendi cone lying with stained tissue papers beside it!

 

Kiyoomi sat down besides Atsumu, gently caressing her arm and sliding the chocolate he found on the side table inside the blanket, hoping it would get her out, and it did!

 

Atsumu grins as she slowly comes out like a tortoise and gives Omi her prettiest smile. Kiyoomi's hand immediately went towards her face, wiping down the wetness from her cheek.

 

"Are you okay, darling?" He asked once Atsumu had finished eating. Atsumu looked hesitant but gave up once she saw the determination on his face. Kiyoomi was not going to give this up.

Sighing, Atsumu showed Kiyoomi her mehendi, stained hands.

 

"Well, I wanted to try some nice designs! Mehendi would look soo good with these outfits, so i decided to try, checked some YouTube videos- IN THAT THE LADY DOES IT SOO QUICKLY AND EASILY!! BUT- but when I went to try- well, it was a disaster, like, I can't even draw a straight linee!" Atsumu cried,

 

"When I was a kid, I always wanted to put mehendi on, but you know, no one would let me EXCEPT that one time Rima-

My cousin..... The BRIDE" Atsumu continued as Kiyoomi nodded, finally understanding.

 

"Now where was I-haa, except that one time Rima practised on my hand and told everyone that it was a tattoo art, I wanted to surprise her, with a similar design, but it's just too muchh" She sulked 

 

Kiyoomi chuckles as he gets up and searches for something.

 

"HEY! DON'T LAUGH AT ME ITS A VERY SERIOUS MATTER OMI!!" 

 

'Did you know, love? The 15-year-old Kiyoomi wanted to be a tattoo artist. He wanted Tattoos all over his body, small, big, large, tattoos of every size, with small intricate details that he was convinced no one else could ever do, so he practised, practised on paper, practised with pens with different kinds of pens, practised on his body till he was decent in it, so um, do you want me to channel that Kiyoomi? He will do some decent work!" he asks with a sweet smile, sitting back down.

 

Atsumu giggles as she nods her head and starts showing the design she wanted.

Kiyoomi paid attention to every little detail; all the flowers matched, and all the dots were perfectly aligned!

 

"You're giving some serious competition to the mehndi wali didi, Omi!" Atsumu giggles, poking his thigh with her toes.

 

"That mehendi wali dhidhi-"

"DI-DI"

"Yes, mehendi wali didi! She is no one in front of me!" Kiyoomi smirks

 

"But wait, why didn't you get your mehendi done from her, babe? I remember seeing you sitting over there!"

Atsumu goes quiet; she really didn't want to remember all that, but she knew Kiyoomi wouldn't let it go, so she made him give a promise.

 

First, you promise me you won't do anything!"

"Atsumu, what happened?'"

 

Fuck, he took her full name, NOT GOOD.

 

"Omi- first promise me! Otherwise, Im not going to tell you ANYTHING," she stressed.

 

"Atsumu-"

"NO! Promise me first!" She says, putting her palm forward.

 

Reluctantly, he promised, He can ask for forgiveness later!

 

"Okay so, so you know how she is, no?"

"Who?"

"Aunty, Rima- rima's mother, how she, well, quite literally outed me in front of everyone? I told you about her, no." Atsumu whispered

 

"Did she do anything?" Kiyoomi asked worriedly.

 

"Nothing special, she was doing what she normally does, telling everyone around her how I used to be such a 'nice boy, how I have spoiled the 'Khandan ki izzat' nonsense, how she doesn't want to involve my mom and Samu because of my 'influence' and other things. I usually take it, Omi, but then she started speaking badly about you, Ma, and Samu, and that was something I couldn't take, so I just got up and left. I really didn't want to create a scene; I know how important this is to Rima, and I wanted to be there for her, Omi! But I just couldn't!" Atsumu cried; she didn't want to, but the tears just started rolling down her face.

 

"You know, when I was a child, she was my favourite aunt! She would always buy me things! Would always take my side whenever I used to cause some trouble! Uhh who knew the one who loved me the 'most' would suddenly want me dead-"

 

"Atsumu, you know you don't have to tolerate this! I can book the next flight tickets and-"

 

"Omi, you promised!"

 

"But Atsu!"

 

"I want to stay, Omi! I want to stay for Ma, I want to stay for Samu, I want to stay for Rima! AND I WANT TO STAY FOR US! I don't want anyone to think of us- of me as someone different! I want everyone to know that they can't break me. I mean, it does hurt sometimes, but because of that, I have become stronger! NOW DONT CRY OMI-OMI." Atsumu squeals, wiping down the tears running down Kiyoomi's face!

 

"And ANYWAYS! This is the last function with Aunty; after Rima, only two people are left to get married: me and Samu, and I don't think we are going to call her! She put me through lots of trauma and gave Ma and Samu unnecessary tension! No one is going to call her! So now it's just a matter of bearing her for a few days!" She continues, giving him a small peck on the lips.

 

"Now Stop crying and finish the mehendi, Omi!" Otherwise, it will dry! And it will be a mess!"

"Yes ma'am!"

"And after this, you have to dress me up in the saree!"

"WHAT!? WAIT BABE-"

"OMI! My hands will be full of mehendi! You want me to spoil my beautiful saree?"

"But how will I?"

"YOUTUBE!"

"YOUTUBE?"

 

It took him an hour to wrap the saree and another hour to figure out the jewellery, and the day ended with them going on a small 'watching the sunset' date that Kiyoomi had planned for his precious Girlfriend!

 

Well, the aunty somehow ended up with her face coloured with pakka colour on the Haldi day, and no one could figure out who did it. In the distance, Kiyoomi and Osamu just drank the chaas that was being served, and Atsumu, at the side showing Rima her mehendi, all four of them totally unbothered by the chaos!

// END

#sakuatsu #sakusa kiyoomi #atsumu miya #skts #miya atsumu #atsumu x kiyoomi #kiyoomi sakusa #haikyū!! #trans Atsumu #trans mtf #desi Atsumu #hq

[intotheabyssofunknown]

I don't why but i think vampire knight might be one of the most tragic manhas out there, it's like even when people are happy, i can't feel the happiness, i am not saying it is the only one where sad things happened, but it just feels like one world where no matter what happens, noone is ever happy , even though they say they are happy, i mean many characters have a lived a wonderful and beautiful life .

Yori chan & Rima might be the most lucky and happiest character in vampire knight. I mean no heartbreaks , no unrequited love, a normal family (maybe not all that normal but still fairly normal) and a dream.

But where was i , yeah like seriously has male characters of this manga created some sort of crime against hino or something , like seriously they are happy but it's just a little shallow for me. I mean in a sense they are happy, they are kind of content but still feels shallow for me (personal opinion).

Kaname is now free of his darkest memories, things that burnt him out so it's like he is reborn but at what cost. Truthfully i just want you to move on and be happy. But i think that would just be fairy tale wish cause that's not gonna happen, you already got two daughters, so there's just no way hino will let you have another child 😅 and you already hooked up with yuki ,so no other girl or boy for you🥺.

It's true that zero is with his dream girl and many people ship them . But the way yuki behave sometimes, i literally mean she is in love with Kaname too. If a male protagonist behaved that way , it won't take us a minute and we'll say he is cheating. I know kaname being encased in ice doesn't really create any problem in their relationship.

But are kaname and zero really the characters who deserve this, don't they deserve all the love of a girl.

I guess this is just some stupid bullshit of a stupid person who just judges based on her own prejudices and beliefs , without knowing their struggles.

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#5

If there’s one thing I want from Nona the Ninth it’s Camilla getting her pussy ate and maybe a nap. She’s been through too much… third wheeling two different annoying couples going through dyke drama, the loss of her special boy, keeping an immortal shebeast from eating fries directly out of the deep fryer… someone please give this woman a bubble bath and some orgasms

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#4

John Gaius is so MUNDANELY UNSPEAKABLY evil. He has the Just Some Guy energy of a tenured professor, and he wears a laurel wreath made out of BABY FINGERS. Hi, yes, welcome, have tea and a bikkie while I show you how to kill a planet and every living thing on it. He is become death, destroyer of worlds, and he has a yogurt stain on his shirt.

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You are Mercymorn. You have scattered memories of a world pre and post-apocalypse. You know few and many things. You know you love Cristobel. You know you hatelovehate Augustine. You know what parts are supposed to be in a body. You know that John is God.

You sit down at the canteen to have your peas and your cannoli. A looming shadow drifts over to sit across the table from you. An image from your past that seems to sit on the tip of your memory. Blonde, teased out hair, a small nose, small ears, wide pink lips, and luminous yellow eyes. An eight foot tall Barbie doll setting her tray down to eat. You see she has cannoli and peas too. You nervously take a bite and watch her mirror you. She wrinkles her nose at the taste of food and begins eating the fork instead. You watch in fascination and horror as she starts chewing the tray next, mechanically moving a jaw with far too many sharp teeth. She blinks at you and tells you, “It wouldn’t make you happier if you kissed Augustine, but it would make you less tense about it.”

You say to John, “She has to go.”

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Just gonna share some pictures of Māori people here for the members of the fandom calling the Nona cover white washing

Jemaine Clement is Māori

Rima Ti Wiata is Māori

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My #1 post of 2022

Must we gender blorbo as default male? Is there something inherently masculine about the fixation on a fictional character? I read blorbette and it gave me psychic damage. Blorbo is genderless you fools.

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🙏🏿🕊@amp_fiddler 🕊🙏🏿

(#AfroStrut 📸John Roe)

Reposted from @gillespeterson 🎧A tribute to #AmpFiddler today on @worldwide.fm …. And a beautiful session + interview from @bel.cobain in the Mezz…

https://worldwidefm.net/collection/gilles-peterson

tracks played:

The Detroit Experiment - Space Odyssey

Tribe - Vibes From the Tribe

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@amp_fiddler - Words & Music (2003]

Amp Fiddler - Love & War [live in session]

Amp Fiddler - Eye to Eye [live in session]

Amp Fiddler - I Believe In You [live in session]

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Sundown - Spaced Outta Place Pt. 1

Sundown - Spaced Outta Place Pt. 2

L.J. Reynolds - Key To The World

Trus’me - Can We Pretend

Visioneers - Runnin’ ) @oreh4 @marc4hero

@therealdavinamusic - I Can’t Help It

@thebrandnewheavies - Dream On Dreamer

@altonmiller and @amp_fiddler - When the Morning Comes (Phil Asher’s Restless Soul Mix)

Innerzone Orchestra - People Make The World Go Round (Kenny Dixon Jnr remix) @moodymann313

@recloose - Ain’t Changin’ ( @carlcraignet Dark Soul Mix)

@officialmeshell - Friends

@moodymann313 - Sloppy Cosmic [@werpfunk - Cosmic Slop (Moodymann Mix)]

@prince & @yolikegeorge - We Can Funk

@ladysmithblackmambazo60 - Scatter The Fire

@slyandrobbie & Amp Fiddler - I Believe In You

Amp Fiddler feat. @reddsnappa48, @dezandresmahogani & Bubz Fiddler - No Politics

@maxwell - Ascension (Don’t Ever Wonder)

Theo Parrish feat. Amp Fiddler - Usually Suspected / The Quest

Bel Cobain - Unlikely

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BEL COBAIN IN SESSION

Bel Cobain - Pressure To Exist [live]

Bel Cobain - Came Over Me [live]

Bel Cobain - Leader [live]

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@officialaugustuspablo - East of The River Nile

@ninasimone - Vous Etes Seuls, Mais Je Désire Etre Avec Vous

@outkast with @ceelogreen - Liberation

Bel Cobain - Unsafe House

Bel Cobain - Awakening

@olivernight feat. @suziwong23 - The Light

Irakere - Chekeré Son

@miguelatwoodferguson & Suite For Ma Dukes Orchestra feat. @therealdwele - Angel (live)

Rima feat. @georglevinmusic - Subdued (Amp Fiddler Future Remix)

@scubaofficial feat. Amp Fiddler - If I Dub

#ArtIsAWeapon #MusicIsLife #DetroitLegend

#AmpFiddler #GilesPeterson #WorldWideFM #AmpFiddlerTributeMix #DetroitLegend #MusicIsLife #ArtIsAWeapon

[stalkerfay]

she has been asleep for almost three hours now. i love her so much. she has the prettiest eyes i have ever seen and i’m deeply in love with them. she has this angelic voice that could tame the wildest monsters. everything that is even remotely related to her becomes so beautiful just beca it got to be related to the most beautiful amazing girl in the whole universe. every moment that i get to spend with her feels so magical in her presence. everywhere she goes she is the center of attention and i know she doesn’t like it but i always think “ being that bright and pretty will always draw all the attention to you, duh”. i’m so in debt to the universe for bringing her into my life, for me to call her mine. she’s my light and my moon and my girl and my rima.

[leclerc-xo]

Happy Birthday my sweetest and dearest Callie❤️❤️❤️ I hope you’re having the bestest day filled with laughter and pressies and good food🥺 I love you very much ❤️❤️❤️

Rima my beautiful girl, I am so glad you are in my life and I am so glad this place bought us together. May the meltdowns, detective work and random conversations never ever stop 💙💙💙

[sweetlittlevampire]

Rima’s Wangxian Fic Rec

So I’ve compiled these specifically for @inessencedevided , but hey, we’re all here to spread the love, so please, share and reshare to your heart’s content! :D

I’ll start with “Personal Favourites” - there are many more that I would consider a Personal Favourite, but I’ve picked those specifically because I thought you’d enjoy them. AU fics will also be included, because there are some real gems out there, and some still take place in canon universe, but with a twist, so...yeah.

Main pairing is Wangxian; I somehow don’t tend to read much else. ^^;

This thing is going to be loooong, so please find everything under the Read More. And feel free to let me know if a link doesn’t work so I can fix it.

Personal Favourites

爱不释手; never let me go by yiqie

Rating: Explicit

Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Length:  68713 words

Chapters: 1

Status: Completed

Author’s summary: “Wei Wuxian has certainly hoped so ardently in his two lifetimes, for so many different things, in so many different ways, that he could have summoned the demon to his front door with his bare hands. His eyes wander to Lan Zhan, settle on the back of his head, the blue-black curtain of his hair. Oh, how he has hoped.”

A case fic! And one of my personal all-time favourites as well! It is so well-crafted, with an engaging and captivating plot, a TON of OCs who actually do contribute to the story, and a few scenes that are so beautiful I could weep. Got hyped up on twitter, and rightfully so. It’s a delight to read.

Rabbit Heart by  Suaine

Rating: Mature

Warning: N/A

Length:   56590 words in total

Chapters: 6

Status: Completed

Author’s summary: “ Wei Wuxian walks his lonely road, but he’s not going to leave Lan Wangji entirely alone. That would be boring. “

Another case fic! Set after the show’s ending, Wei Wuxian goes his way, but leaves the paper man behind to keep Lan Wangji company. I loved this one to pieces - it has intriguing subplots and will make your heart melt several times.

Those are actually thonly two case fics I’ve read so far, but for more, be sure to visit @wangxianfics ‘s Case Fic section. It has many more, and I am planning on reading several of them.

the earth remembered me by  remux

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Warning: N/A

Length:  30321  words so far

Chapters: 2 out of scheduled 4

Status: Ongoing

Author’s Summary: “All around him, summer throbs like a heartbeat, undeniably alive. Wounds begin to heal. And Wei Wuxian, with sweat on his brow, feels ripe. Wei Wuxian, with his hands deep in the soil and mud between his toes, remembers something simple and primitive and utterly transformative: It feels good to make things grow. OR: Wei Wuxian’s travel guide to finding your place in the world.”

This fic changed me. Like, literally. It’s still ongoing, but I don’t even care. It’s not a case fic, but I’m 100% sure you’ll love it. It’s pure poetry and catharsis, and it hurts so much, but it’s so necessary. I think I cried several times while reading each of the chapters, and I’m eagerly but patiently awaiting the next one. It follows Wei Wuxian’s journey after he leaves the Cloud Recesses in episode 50 and tells the story of what he does and experiences before he returns back to Lan Wangji. So it’s absically only Wei Wuxian, Lil’ Apple, and the people they meet along his way.

Begotten by  ecorie

Rating: General Audiences

Warning: N/A

Length:   37279  words

Chapters: 6

Status: Completed

Author’s Summary: “He’s mine.” He echoed what had once been teasingly said in jest, and added, “This is my son.” Against all odds and without a choice, Lan Zhan brings A-Yuan back to Cloud Recesses. Xichen keeps his brother’s secrets, and shields the child when Lan Zhan could not.“

Also known as: Filling in the blanks with everything that happened in those 13 years. I loved this one. Wangji = Best Dad, Sizhui = Best Son.

Canon Universe

(not necessarily canon compliant though)

the soft animal by  cafecliche

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warning: N/A

Length:   5046  words

Chapters: 1

Status: Completed

Author’s Summary: “You don’t think that’s strange?” he says. His voice, his new voice, is familiar now. But sometimes it almost startles him, hearing it come from his mouth. “It’s been nine months. I’ve used them almost every day. I should know how long these legs are.” (Or: Wei Wuxian has a plan to train Mo Xuanyu’s body. The results aren’t quite what he expects.)“

A very interesting take on Wei Wuxian, and how he comes to terms with his new body. Something I had not seen previously explored, and I really loved how the author handled it.

Come let me love you (Come love me again) by  obsessivereader

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warning: N/A

Length:  9105   words

Chapters: 1

Status: Completed

Author’s Summary: “The notes from the dizi cut off as Wei Ying goes absolutely still. Over the quiet whisper of the wind through grass, Lan Wangji can hear the rapid beat of his own heart. Wei Ying's hands drop to his side slowly, so slowly, as though time has slowed down for both of them. He turns, a look almost of fear on his face. And then...And then, Wei Ying smiles—slow and beautiful and warm and relieved as though Lan Wangji standing before him is a treasured dream fulfilled. "Lan Zhan," he breathes.“

A “What happens after the end of the last episode?”-fic. I’m kind of a sucker for those. This one is very sweet and tender; I absolutely loved the interactions between Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian, and the gentleness of it all. I also adore the song it’s been titled after (”Annie’s Song” by John Denver, if you’re curious).

Death of a Ghost by  Gotcocomilk

Rating: Explicit

Warning: N/A

Length:   107397 words in total

Chapters: 30

Status: Completed

Author’s Summary: “There was a ghost that haunted the decks of Lotus Pier, it was said. If you stepped across the wooden planks at night, walked along the endless docks and flying purple banners, he would appear. He was always in darkest black, dressed as specter and shadow. In the emptiness where a face should be was a thick fog, features washed away and leaving behind only glimmering red eyes. He looked ferocious as a ghoul, it was said. Jin Ling thought he looked sad.“

Full disclosure - I am five chapters into this thing, and I am already recommending it, I am that intrigued. There is some serious Yunmeng Bros stuff in there which I think you are going to love, and the interactions between said ghost and Jin Ling are - aaaah! Cannot wait to continue!

wrap your name tight around my ribs by  sasukepositive

Rating: General Audiences

Warning: N/A

Length:   8728 words

Chapters: 1

Status: Completed

Author’s Summary: “ In true Wei Ying fashion, his return comes with a dose of mischief. “

Another “What happens after the end of the last episode?”-fic, with a good dose of Wangxian family feels. In fact. the whole thing is a huge chunk of feels. A very soft, delicate, and sweet fic, which will leave you feeling warm and fuzzy.

please linger by  sasukepositive

Rating: General Audiences

Warning: N/A

Length:   5636 words

Chapters: 1

Status: Completed

Author’s Summary: “ When A-Yuan begins crying, Lan Wangji knows it makes sense. He understands that crying will not harm him — he logically knows that. However, A-Yuan’s little face turns red so quickly that it leaves Lan Wangji a little panicked.“Ah,” he begins helplessly, stepping forward in an attempt at — something. He doesn’t know what. “It’s okay.” or: sometimes the man you love assures you that his mysteriously acquired child will nap until he gets back from shopping. for sure. “

If you liked the Dad Date Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian had with A-Yuan in Yiling, then you’ll love this one. It’s a fill-the-gaps fic in which Lan Wangji returns to Yiling several times to see Wei Wuxian and A-Yuan. Still follows canon events though, hence the bittersweet ending, but it is still so so lovely.

I hope that you will come and meet me by  feyburner

Rating: Mature

Warning: N/A

Length:   28385 words

Chapters: 1

Status: Completed

Author’s Summary: “ The second time Lan Zhan said Wei Ying, come back, Wei Wuxian did. “

Another one of tehse post-show-canon fics. I love everything feyburner writes, and this was the first fic of theirs I came across. I love the feeloings described in it, and just how sweet it is. One of those fics in which the way the mature part is executed just makes the whole thing even sweeter.

Alternate Universe

(but sometimes within the canon universe?)

Merman Lan Wangji!AU by  FleetofShippyShips ( @fleetofshippyships here on tumblr)

- which is a series of connected fics, and not one long fic with chapters, hence why the formatting is different here. 5 entries so far; ungoing. Teen And Up Audiences

...which is definetely a personal favourite of mine, - you might have noticed, since I’ve been drawing a ton for this particular AU. But since I don’t know if yu’re into merfolk!AUs I didn’t list it up there with the personal favourites.

It is following canon so far, only that Lan Wangji is, as the title suggests, a merman - with secrets.

I adore the atmosphere of this series so much, and the way Zoe writes it is just so beautiful. It’s a story in which I could live, and if you’re in for the ride, I can assure you that there will be many surprises to come.

Welcome to Gusu  by  perkynurples ( @bilboo here on tumblr)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warning: N/A

Length:   30853 words so far

Chapters: 5 so far

Status: Ongoing

Author’s Summary: “ Deep in the lush forests of Gusu hides an aging resort that hosts dozens of children every summer for an unforgettable couple of weeks. It’s where Lan Wangji grew up alongside Wei Wuxian, and when his childhood friend (for the lack of a better term) surprisingly returns years later in the position of Senior Counsellor, seemingly hell bent on causing the same kind of mischief that got him kicked out of Gusu in the first place, but also taller, broader and tanner than ever before, Lan Wangji knows he’s In Trouble. Or, this fic has it all: longing looks over campfires, found family dynamics, ill-timed skinny dipping, teenagers inappropriately shipping their counsellors, LAKE MONSTERS “

Annie wasn’t lying when she said this fic has it all. What started as some kind of crack fic turned into something beautiful that completely owns my heart.  The interactions between the characters are so heartwarming, and while I sense that some major drama is going to occur soon, I also know that this will eventually have a happy ending. It’s delightful, and it does belong to my personal favourites as well.

Some of You by  tangerinechar

Rating: Mature

Warning: N/A

Length:   60640 words

Chapters: 7

Status: Completed

Author’s Summary: “Lan Wangji gets drunk and tweets a love confession, Wei Wuxian panics, and all of twitter decides to matchmake Lan Wangji and his mystery guy. “

A social media fic! And a hilarious one at that! If you’re in the mood for an extra panicky, extra obnoxious Wei Wuxian? This is the fic for you. It has one of the sweetest love confessions ever. There’s some background Xicheng too.

Window Shopping by  thunderwear

Rating: Explicit

Warning: N/A

Length:   18000 words

Chapters: 1

Status: Completed

Author’s Summary: “Lan Wangji didn't look out across the other apartment building often, but now, as he scooped up his escaped rabbit, he looked over only to see a piece of paper taped to the window of the apartment across from him. It was written on purple construction paper in big block letters, like a child had written it. WHAT'S YOUR BUNNY'S NAME???“

I did already rec this one to you, but WHO CARES? A Quarantine fic! The first one I came across, and I loved it! A friend of mine thought Wei Wuxian was OOC, but I disagree - he didn’t exactly grow up in the same circumstances as in canon, and his life situation isn’t 100% the same, so I still think it fits. A-Yuan makes an appearance, and the interactions between Lan Wangji, Wei Wuxian, and the boy are just so very cute!

Home is Where the Heart is by  Alipeeps ( @alipeeps here on tumblr)

Rating: General Audiences

Warning: N/A

Length:  10036 words

Chapters: 1

Status: Completed

Author’s Summary: “Wei Ying’s expression is tight and unhappy, his entire body held rigidly away from Lan Zhan.He doesn’t look at Lan Zhan as he says, “You don’t have to worry, Lan Zhan, I’m never going to touch you.”The distaste in Wei Ying’s voice makes Lan Zhan’s blood run cold.“Just because our families have arranged this marriage, we don’t have to be together… like that…” Wei Ying’s mouth twists unpleasantly. “It can be a marriage in name only. A...” he swallows, looking like he might be sick, “...a business arrangement.”

Arranged Marriage AUs are also one of my weaknesses, especially if the two soon-to-be-married people are actually in love with each other but have yet to confess, This one does the trick. It’s modern era with no cultivation, and the mutual pining is REAL in this one.

what else is there? by  mme_anxious

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warning: N/A

Length:   12917 words

Chapters: 1

Status: Completed

Author’s Summary: “Did you hear the terrible news? Yiling Laozu Wei Wuxian has gone beyond the pale! He has murdered Hanguang-Jun!”This is the first thing the swan hears flying over Yiling, and it sets him to hissing. It’s the kind of sound he would never make as a human, but as a swan—a mute swan— hissing is the only form of communication available to Lan Wangji. So he hisses. -Jin Guangyao transforms Lan Wangji into a swan. Only an act of love will break the curse.”

A fairytale!AU based on Swan Lake. You might have seen my Swangji drawing; this is the fic it was drawn for. It takes place in canon universe and is super lovely and magical. I may have cried a bit.

all your life you’ll dream of this by  Attila ( @attilarrific here on tumblr)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warning: N/A

Length:  22668 words

Chapters: 1

Status: Completed

Author’s Summary: “Lan Wangji should refuse. He should. He looks back down at the mask. Beneath it is the soft creamy paper of the invitation. He could present this at the door and slip into the palace and—“Go see him, Wangji,” Lan Xichen says quietly, and Lan Wangji feels his resolve crumble beneath him”

Another fairytale!AU - this time, it’s loosely based on Cinderella, with Lan Wangji as Cinderella and the forehead ribbon as glass slipper. Such a lovely lovely fic. May also have cried a bit; it’s heartfelt and magical and so warm and sweet.

Love wakes me by  dea_liberty

Rating: Explicit

Warning: N/A

Length:   42812 words in total

Chapters: 4

Status: Completed

Author’s Summary: "It starts with a bet. All mistakes, Wei Wuxian thinks, start with a bet. It’s starts with a bet and ends with Wei Wuxian losing everything. Nine years ago, Wei Wuxian made a bet with disastrous consequences. Now, he is part-owner of the popular and eclectic Yiling Cafe, years and miles away from his old life, making the best of things and trying to leave the past where it belongs. When Lan Wangji walks into his cafe by accident, Wei Wuxian finds himself doing what he thought he'd never do again; reclaiming some small part of his past, and hoping for a future he'd given up as lost.”

If someone had told me that I would fall head over heels in love with a Coffee Shop AU, of all things? I would have laughed...yet here we are. I’ve read this thing in one sitting and cannot stop thinking about it. I absolutely have to reread it; it’s slowly but surely becoming one of my personal favourites.

#Wangxian #Fic Red #The Untamed #MDZS #CQL

[tetsunabouquet]

Basic Instinct Epilogue

A/N: Thank you for the ride everyone, I love every single person who liked, commented, reviewed, you are all so dear to me. Oh god, I feel like I'm getting very emotional, Basic Instinct really was my first baby on the internet after the many 'miscarriages' I wrote back when I was a teen. I feel like hugging my computer until it crashes in my arms! Thank you, thank you, thank you! I also low-key want to thank The Acid for their song. Basic Instinct had such a wonderful vibe I just needed for this story!

Ten years have passed since the day Akashi moved in with his grandmother. Thanks to her trying to help your mom, your mom had improved greatly and seeing her return to the mom you had known before her relapse was the greatest gift you had ever been given. Masaomi, on the other hand, had always remained somewhat of an eyesore. You had been as graceful as you could and Akashi had complimented you for holding out as long as you did until that one dinner party about 5 years ago. It had been the time when the two of you had began discussing marriage and planning out your future together. At that point, you had been with each other for 5 years and were certain enough your relationship was one of lasting nature. Masaomi had attended the dinner were Akashi had announced to his grandmother that the two of you were intending to look for engagement rings. Rima had been overjoyed at the news, having considered you her granddaughter already at that point. Masaomi, being the unsupportive douchebag he is, wasn't happy with the news. Whilst he had always been a little too stiff and formal with you around, he hadn't dared to act coldly in front of you. But this time, his disapproval had outweighed his fear for his mother in law on a level none had ever seen before. "Seijuro, I have tolerated this romance of yours because you had to make a scene about it but this is enough-" Masaomi hadn't been able to finish his sentence because of Rima suddenly stabbing his chicken with her knife, her eyes looking scary in a way you had previously only seen before on Akashi's other personality. The air had been tense, and neither you or Akashi dared to move or say a word. After Masaomi had been kicked out, Akashi had held you reassuringly, promising you that his father was simply an malicious idiot for not seeing how happy you made him, how wonderful of a wife you'd be. You had tried not to kiss him, considering Rima had still been present, but you still ended up giving him a warm peck. Masaomi, naturally, hadn't been invited to the wedding, neither any of the elite kids but all of your and Akashi's friends had been. It had been a vibrant wedding, and you had felt so happy it felt like it could kill you but in the most wonderful way, as if you were melting into a puddle of pure bliss. Being called Mrs Akashi had given you a lot of goosebumps over your honeymoon trip. It had finally come true, you had finally married the boy you loved so dearly. Akashi was an attentive husband and he dotted on you a lot, especially now. Now there was that sweet bundle of joy resting in your arms, your firstborn. With Akashi's bright red hair and your eyes, your daughter happily waved her little arms at you. Shiori was such a beautiful sweetheart, it kept baffling you to think this precious little angel actually was your daughter and you were allowed to love and nurture this sweet little girl. You knew there might be a time where that could change, where she could have a rebellious phase and pierce herself behind your back or whatever she wanted that you would disapprove of, but you knew you wouldn't love her any less. Akashi had been surprisingly pleased with having a daughter for a firstborn, considering the preference for a male firstborn had been installed in him at such a young age, but he loved his cute little princess, and Fujioka despite getting very old made an excellent babysitter. You felt so blessed with the family you had. "There my ladies are, how is my little strawberry?" "She's in a very playful mood, " you reported with a fond smile. Akashi wrapped his arms around you, leaning his head against your shoulder to take a peek at his daughter. "You know my favorite thing about her?" You shook your head. "It's that she got that sweet laugh of yours, it never fails to cheer me up." At that, you and your daughter laughed in unison, blessing Akashi's heart with warmth.

#knb #kuroko's basketball #akashi #akashi seijuro #knb x reader #basic instinct #epilogue #thank all of you #the acid #masaomi akashi

[zahramalik]

hello ! i’m natalia & i’m still sort of shocked that i’m even here. i’m SO excited to write with all of you talented, lovely people. quick facts about me before we jump into my character: i’m 24, live in the cst timezone, and my pronouns are she/her. i work at a library and love discussing books, so hmu if you ever wanna nerd out.

i’ll be writing zahra malik aka the temptress! below the cut is a quick summary of her bio and some wanted plots/connections. but please feel free to read her full biography if you have the time, i worked very hard on it. c: also here is a tag for headcanons i’ve written, on the off chance that you’ve got even more time on your hands.

name: zahra malik age & d.o.b.: 22 & nov. 18 (scorpio) gender & pronouns: cis female & she/her faceclaim: mishti rahman

trigger warning: child neglect, sexual assault

grew up in tybee island, georgia. her southern accent becomes more prominent whenever she’s really angry or distressed.

CHILD NEGLECT TW: “raised” by a single mother who was incredibly neglectful and cared more for her one-night stands than raising her two daughters. zahra is the oldest, and had to take care of herself along with her younger half-sister rima. zahra never knew her father, and always guessed that her mother didn’t, either.

as zahra grew older, the boys on the island and the men her mother brought home began paying more attention to her. she was a beautiful girl, but the attention made her feel uncomfortable at first. eventually, she realized that she could use her sexuality to her advantage. she would be sweet on her mother’s boyfriends to make sure that they didn’t pay any attention to rima. she would also get intimate with shop boys in exchange for groceries, things like that. as a result, she got a bad reputation on the island.

wanted to become an actress after falling in love with classic old hollywood films. her dream is to star in movies one day, but knows that every serious actor does live theater. this is why she applied to alderidge, the most prestigious school she could find. never really expected to actually attend, until her mother kicked her out and left her with no where else to go.

SEXUAL ASSAULT TW: one of her mother’s boyfriends groped her in front of rima, and she retaliated by kicking the shit out of him. her mother took the boyfriend’s side and kicked her out, forcing zahra to leave rima (who is still a minor). promised to come back for her sister once she finally became successful enough to support them both.

with nowhere else to go, she hitch-hiked all the way to alderidge for her in-person audition. got in with a ton of scholarships, and was sort of seen as the school’s charity case. she immediately did whatever she can to break out of that mold and prevent people from pitying her, proving that she did deserve a spot.

of course, she has a reputation around alderidge, too. one of the most scandalous ones is that she’s sleeping with the directors, and that’s why she gets lead roles. zahra actually works damn hard to get noticed by orson, who often didn’t take her seriously because he didn’t think there was much substance beyond her pretty face.

that said, she’s also not above sabotaging her peers in order to get ahead. her argument is that if they can’t handle her, then they can’t handle the cutthroat world of showbiz. she is an incredibly talented actress, but she knows that raw talent isn’t enough to make it to the top and is more than willing to do whatever it takes to become successful.

of which includes stealing orson’s notebook from his house the night of the party! she knows the cast list for the school play and is gonna try to use that to her advantage.

personality:

can be ruthless and cruel but is a true romantic at heart. just wants people to see her for her talent, instead of just a pretty face. that said, she kind of prevents people from getting too close because she has a tendency to choose her career over anything else. as much as she despises being judged for her looks, she’s not above using her sensuality to her advantage to get what she wants from a situation. although she despised orson, she is secretly so frustrated that he died thinking she was merely a pretty face, and that she’ll never have the chance to stick it to him.

wanted connections:

competitive relationships!! Tthe nastier the better tbh. think ash ketchum/gary oak vibes. would love for someone she can verbally spare with, who relishes in her being typecast and isn’t afraid to put zahra in her place and use her reputation against her. at the same time, the two of them challenge each other to be better actors, and they would actually be devastated if the other wasn’t around to motivate them.

zahra isn’t above sabotaging or manipulating others to get ahead. i’d love for her to have hurt someone in the past and have them hold it against her. [erhaps try to confront her on it or even get back at her for what she did? aahra would argue that the program has always been stacked against her and that the industry is cutthroat, and any successful performer would do the things she did to stay ahead. but i want her to be forced to recognize that she’s hurting fellow performers to benefit herself, and that she’s not doing much to better the industry by playing along with a dirty game.

i love a good old fashioned exes plot. the angstier the better, ok. maybe zahra broke their heart b/c she was just using their affections towards her to get ahead in the program. or maybe they broke HER heart and now she’s extra nasty to them whenever they bump into each other? honestly anything goes here, i just want to give zahra an ex ok.

#ensembleintro

[sciatu]

PALLE DI NATALE DI CALTAGIRONE

Quasi una favola

Una palla di ceramica colorata, lucida come una stella e come essa brillante e bella, se ne stava tutta incartata in un negozio di articoli di Natale tra un San Giuseppe giallo, una pecora, un asino e un gallo e altri decori in pasta di sale. “Bella per come così io sono, finirò in un albero enorme, dalla gran chioma e forme, sarò un bellissimo dono, qualcosa mai vista prima, in un salotto per ricchi signori, con addobbi in vetro e ori e poesie, canzoni in rima!!” Diceva tra se tutta contenta, finché non entrò una vecchina dall’aria povera e meschina “Che vorrà la poveretta” si disse tutta preoccupata ma in niente la vecchia la guardo e presala in mano, subito la pago, e se ne usci tenendola al petto avviluppata. “Che fine triste e meschina, disse la palla tutta preoccupata, così, come cosa da nulla comprata finirò in una casa poverina” La vecchià arrivò in una baracca ed entrata ad un albero secco e brutto l’appese un una stanza misera e senza pretese, una casa più che povera: disperata! Ma nella stanza c’era una piccola bambina dalle forme delicate e belle, seduta su una sedia a rotelle, che la guardò stupita da vicina. “Di tutte quelle che ho mai visto, questa nonna è quella più perfetta, color del mare splende come saetta, di gioa e allegria è un bel misto.” E la guardava con tanto stupore che sembrava come affascinata da quella palla di Natale colorata che guardava con tanto amore. Allora la palla si disse che era arrivata, in una casa che più bella non si può e felice di mille colori la casa illuminò, perchè l’innocenza l’aveva toccata. Tutti guardarono in cielo il gran bagliore, che dalla casa usciva a dismisura, tutti ebbero quasi come paura, di vedere tanto bellissimo e luminoso amore. 

Almost a fairy tale

A ball of colored ceramic, shiny as a star and as a star bright and beautiful, it was all wrapped up in a shop selling Christmas items between a yellow St. Joseph, a sheep, a donkey and a rooster and other decorations in salt dough . "Beautiful as I am, I'll end up in a huge tree, with big branches and shapes, I'll be a beautiful gift, something never seen before, in a living room for rich gentlemen, with glass ornaments and gold and poetry, songs in rhyme! ! ”It said to itself quite happily, until an old woman with a poor and petty expression came in" What the poor woman wants "she said to herself, worried, but in nothing the old woman looked at her and took her in hand, immediately paid her, and left her holding her chest wrapped. "What a sad and mean end, said the ball, all worried, so, like a bought-to-nothing thing, I will end up in a poor house". The old woman arrived in a shack and entered a dry and ugly tree, hung a miserable and unpretentious room , a more than poor home: desperate! But in the room there was a little girl with delicate and beautiful shapes, sitting in a wheelchair, who looked at her in amazement. "Of all the ones I have ever seen, this, grandmother, is the most perfect one, the color of the sea shines like a lightning bolt, of joy and joy is a beautiful mix." And she looked at her with so much astonishment that she seemed to be fascinated by that colored Christmas ball she looked with so much love. Then the ball was said to have arrived, in a house that could not be more beautiful and happy with a thousand colors the house lit up, because innocence had touched it. Everyone looked into the sky the great glow, which came out of the house out of all proportion, they all had almost as fear, to see such beautiful and luminous love.

#Sicilia #Sicily #natale #Caltagirone

[ecl1pse]

Hi! I saw ur post on how it’s hard to stan gidle bc of the questionable stuff they do and since I don’t know much about it can u please explain to me anything problematic they’ve done? Not that I doubt u I just wanna know about it

ooh, girl! lemme tell ya. this is gonna be a long one, and i will preface this saying i absolutely do not have all the facts and details, but this is what i’ve gathered in my time being a mostly soft neverland.

when (g)i-dle debuted they released this v beautiful mv along with their debut song latata. in the mv the girls had henna in their hands, which, ok. nothing too bad, right. but that was just the beginning of a very weird history of cultural appropriation.

then they released another banger: hann (alone). amazing vocals. amazing sound. cool choreo. but the mv was littered with all these…hm. middle eastern references. which. ok, latata also had some of that. it’s…ok. maybe they’re just going for A Thing. it’s ok. this is just their first comeback, their second single overall, and their first digital single release ever. BUT during one of end of year shows, the girls found themselves in hot water bc they had a stage where they had freaking synagogue as their backdrop. not even like a cool 3d stage, it was printed synagogue on freaking sheet. we all collectively had a very oof moment. (also, shuhua had like, no lines in this song. a crime on itself.)

after that came senorita. which should have been called señorita. it was catchy, it was replayble, it was spicy. it was also also kind of weird how they had a guy just singing “señorita” in the background, and no other lyrics in spanish, other than soojin saying “señor” by the end…hm. also the beat is just very generic “latin-inspired” song. in one of their live stages they had a fake-ass mariachi band as their….back up dancers. or whatever. they were just in the background pretending to play the trumpets. which personally i found more funny than offensive. but also i’m mexican and when momoland dressed up in ponchos, sombreros and fake mustaches, me and my sister just laughed and went “haha we do look like that!” i can take a joke. like, very easily. (also, if you want a more tactful latin-inspired k-pop song, listen to vav’s senorita & give me more. absolute bops imo.)

after that came uh-oh, which is a very clearly an old-hip hop inspired comeback, even down to the mv. it’s proooobably my favorite song of theirs ngl. this comeback wasn’t…too bad or shrouded in controversy, ‘cause tbh the mv director did a pretty good job at paying homage to late 90s/early 2000s music videos. but still, some people were skeptical considering the rep they had been building up. and at this time it was becoming very clear that soyeon is calling the shots, or at least has the most say out of all the girls both in songwriting and art directing when it comes to their concepts/mvs.

during the summer/fall of 2019 gidle participated in the competition show queendom. in the show, during the planning of the stage performance for their cover of 2ne1′s fire, soyeon asked yuqi to make “tribal sounds” for the opening of the song and sing it like she’s “an african chief” and said this was how they could keep their sound, which she describes as “ethnic hip.” it was. gross. and the rest of the girls just laughed it off. queendom pretty much ended up confirming everyone suspicions that soyeon is the one coming up with these ideas and the rest of the girls are just there to do what she says. you can look up the behind the scenes and planning of the stages on m-net’s youtube channel. soojin doesn’t even get a word out when they were planning the fire stage. it’s…weird ngl. you can’t even accuse m-net of evil editing this one bc she just says that! like, wtf. anyways [here is an excerpt of the video]. she says it with such a straight face, too. ew.

people demanded an apology from gidle, soyeon more specifically. it never came. so people boycotted their next release: lion. honestly i don’t know if any transgressions happened during this time cuz i was just so put off by what was mentioned above that to this day i can’t really even vibe to lion. it just brings a guttural disgust to my whole being.

i’m little iffy on the timeline here – bc like i mentioned, i was keeping as far away as possible from gidle at the time cuz of soyeon’s comments – but i do remember that some time after yuqi found herself in hot water for a comment she made about shuhua during a livestream that went like she “needed darker skin to be a police because her white skin wouldn’t let her to catch criminals at night.” or at least that’s how a fanclub made it sound like. it sounded v suspish, but a lot of fans came to her defense saying the joke was poking fun at how fair shuhua is and how she wasn’t actually making fun of darker skin. the fanclub that made the translation actually came out with a letter of apology saying they had rushed the translation and the joke was actually little more nuanced than what they made it out to be. regardless, yuqi actually apologized on a fancafe letter. which was actually really nice of her, since the mistake wasn’t so much on her part, and if anything this is a way lighter offense than anything soyeon has ever done or said, and yet….

[here is a koreaboo article that includes screenshots of the fancafe letter and a translation]

it’s been awhile since gidle/soyeon have said or done anything since – well, it’s been a while since they have released anything, and they’ve been under a microscope since the queendom incident. also, i haven’t payed attention at all to what they have been doing, if they have been doing anything, lol.

their latest transgression has been the very blatant, very suspicious uplifting of imagery from fka twig’s cellophane mv onto their mv for their newest single, oh my god. @anna-something made a [post] which very clearly lays it all out, screenshots and everything. considering all the evidence above i have to say this one also falls on soyeon’s shoulders yet again. also, as i was making this post someone commented on an yt comment i made on a mv reaction of the mv (since i’m not gonna give them views, lol) saying “maybe they have the same mv director.” i looked it up, they don’t. cellophane was directed by andew thomas huang, while oh my god was directed by yoon rima.

in conclusion, it is very exhausting to try to stan (g)i-dle. wouldn’t recommend it. mostly because soyeon does not seem like the greatest person ever. now, i will say i am all for cultural appreciation! in fact, i tried to believe that’s what they were going for during senorita. but… it’s become very clear that soyeon doesn’t understand there IS a line between appreciation and blatant appropriation, so she tends to fall on the latter. if she just apologized, strived to be better, and actually took the criticism and applied it towards becoming a better person – and therefore a better artist – than i could get behind her 100%. but as it stands right now, i don’t like her. i don’t like her at all. i have given her chances, but she does not seem to want to accept her missteps. she doesn’t even addresses them at all. and i’m tired. if yuqi could, why can’t she? i doubt cube, as shady as they are, is keeping her from releasing some sort of statement. 

if she intends to make it big over here in the west she needs to grow up, she needs to apologize. until she does that she will continue to jeopardize not only her own career, but also yuqi’s, miyeon’s, soojin’s, shuhua’s, and minnie’s careers, and they really don’t deserve that. she might be the biggest voice in the group, but she’s also the one dragging them down. APOLOGIZE, SOYEON, GODDAMMIT!

if anyone wants to add anything else that missed, please feel free to do so.

#gidle #dont even say this is standard for kpop i will cut u #its 2020. this should not be excused #anonymous #ask

[galfridus1]

Happy Birthday Rima!!

I hope you have an amazing day. This is a little early but I wanted you to wake up to your present. I really hope you like it.

Elaine sat nervously on the edge of the bed, pulling the flesh of her lip between her teeth and her white nightgown more firmly over her knees. Diane was chattering nineteen to the dozen, the stream of words buzzing to background noise, punctuated occasionally by Elizabeth’s silvery laughter. Feeling a little heat in her cheeks, Elaine smoothed down the coverlet on the bed as Elizabeth settled back against the headboard, crossing her legs and giggling when Diane flopped down next to her. The giantess was human sized thanks to one of Merlin’s pills, but even so the force of her movement made Elaine brace herself, her hands fisting into the sheets to keep herself steady.

“Here we are,” Diane cried as she set down a tray with three pots on the cover, the whole edifice wobbling and threatening to upend. After a few shakes however, the tray settled into position and Elaine and Elizabeth peered over, their heads nearly touching as they regarded the concoctions within the ceramic containers.

Elizabeth dipped a dainty finger into one of the pots, withdrawing her digit to examine the black mess that now coated her nail. “What is it?” she asked, looking up at Diane, her usually serene face marred by her wrinkled nose. Elaine could not blame her. The substance, whatever it was, had a peculiar smell, a bit like treacle with a faint hint of pollen.

“Face masks!” Diane replied cheerfully. “I told you, we’re having a girls’ night. I read in a book that this is what humans do. Isn’t that right Elizabeth?”

“W-well…” the princess began.

“They get into nightclothes and put stuff on their faces,” continued Diane, her face shining, oblivious to the hesitation. “These ones are supposed to improve your skin. I can’t wait to see what King thinks!”

At the mention of her brother, Elaine’s face turned scarlet. She was pleased for King of course, happy that he too had found love, but the idea of him and Diane kissing was acutely embarrassing. Determined to change the subject, she asked, “What do they do?” inwardly cursing the tremor in her voice as she prodded the pots.

“Oh, this and that,” Diane replied carelessly. “But they’re all designed to improve your complexion in some way. Come on! Let’s give it a try!” Before Elaine could protest, Diane had taken a large scope of green sludge from one of the pots and slathered it all over her cheeks. “This feels great!” she declared as she started rubbing the stuff a little more carefully around her mouth and over her forehead.

“Um… okay…” Elizabeth followed suit, carefully extracting a little of the black substance and gingerly applying it to her nose. “It does feel pretty good, like my skin is being cleaned,” she said with more assurance as she delicately smoothed a little of the cream over the rest of her face, paying attention to avoid the area around her eyes. “I can feel it tightening,” she said through clenched teeth. “It’s quite powerful.”

Elaine cautiously dipped two fingers into the remaining pot, examining the red lotion with a critical eye. It felt like clay from the river - smooth and cool - and was a similar burnished colour. Tentatively, she pressed some onto her chin, working the paste upwards along the line over her jaw and so to her cheekbones before swiping a little along the bridge of her nose and over her forehead. Her skin started to tingle, the mask growing warm in a way that was not uncomfortable, and the fairy gradually began to relax.

“King is so dreamy,” Diane said with a sigh as she turned her full attention on the Holy Maiden. Elaine felt as if steam would come out of her ears. “He’s so handsome. I mean, he was good looking before but now with the hair! And the wings! Your wings are beautiful too, of course, but King’s are just wow! He’s so... sexy!” Diane laid back on the bed, stretching her legs out and adjusting her short, rose pink nightdress so that it just covered her modesty. “I can’t wait till we’re married. I know he’s going to be amazing.”

Elaine gave a little squeak, wanting badly to hide her head under the covers but she managed to stop herself; it would be extremely rude to get whatever this red stuff was all over Elizabeth’s blankets. “Um… yeah,” she said weakly as she racked her brains for another topic of conversation. “How are the wedding preparations going?” she asked in a rush, relieved to have thought of something that would steer them back to neutral territory.

Diane sighed again. “He’s so thoughtful,” she gushed. “King has ordered so many flowers I don’t know where we’ll put them all. Oh! But Elaine, Elizabeth!” she exclaimed, her amethyst eyes shining. “You have to come dress shopping with me! I don’t know if I want a really huge one or something more elegant. And there’s so many different styles I really don’t know what to pick! What do you think King would like?” she demanded as her gaze swung full on Elaine.

“I— well…” Elaine felt her ears turning scarlet. “I’m not sure,” she confessed. “I’ve never talked to him about… anything like this but he’ll love you in whatever you wear,” the fairy said with a smile, wishing her face would stop burning.

“What do you think, Elizabeth?” Diane rounded on the princess who was still sitting up against the headboard. “What— Elizabeth!” Diane exclaimed. “What’s wrong?”

Elaine too turned, looking closely into the princess’ face. “Diane, I think we should call Merlin,” she said in a strangled voice. “I don’t think Elizabeth can talk.” Elaine peered more closely into Elizabeth’s eyes, which were darting back and forth frantically, whites showing all round the irises. The girl nodded furiously at Elaine’s words, and she clutched the fairy’s hand, Elaine doing her best to pat Elizabeth soothingly on the back as Diane moved to the door.

Before she could even yell down the stairs, Merlin stormed through the door, a search of her heart revealing that the woman was worried and absolutely livid. The mage cast a cold look at Diane, then Elaine before Merlin’s amber eyes finally locked on Elizabeth and the woman’s mouth paled as it pressed to a thin line.

“I take it the Captain had a hand in making these… things,” Merlin said sternly as she gestured to the pots on the bed. “I am right, am I not Diane?”

The giantess shuffled her feet, her eyes seemingly scouring the woven rug beneath her for any sign of dirt. “I thought so,” muttered Merlin. “Why did you not come to me? You should have known better than to trust the Captain with something like this.”

“He found me looking for ingredients,” Diane replied miserably, “so I had to tell him! I wanted this to be for us girls and he was talking about coming and then he said he’d bring Ban.” Elaine gave a little squeak at this, which Diane ignored as she continued, “I thought if I gave him something to do he’d leave us alone…” She trailed off, her feet still shifting as she pulled at her nightgown. “This was supposed to be a girls’ night,” she muttered petulantly.

“A girls’ night to which I was not invited?” Diane stuttered at this, her shoulders visibly relaxing when Merlin sighed, her expression softening as she looked over at the princess. “He has used belladonna in the cream Elizabeth has tried. She will be frozen like that until I can prepare the antidote. And Elaine,” she said more sharply, “you have the misfortune to have Heracleum mantegazzianum on your face. Do you feel hot?” Merlin nodded her head as Elaine squeaked again. “The sap is corrosive. You are lucky. It appears by some miracle that the Captain has added something to reduce the severity of its effects, but you need to wash it off straight away before you are injured permanently. And as for you Diane,” Merlin snapped, “you are covered in poison ivy. I suggest you all go and...”

Before Merlin could finish her sentence Diane was running to the washroom, Elaine and Elizabeth hot on her heels. There was a scrabble at the sink, before Elaine made a beeline for the bath tub, splashing water onto her face as fast as she could manage, not caring that water soaked her sleeves and collar. The heat in her cheeks did not dampen, even with the deluge of cold water, and when she looked in the mirror she had to fight hard not to burst into tears. Her skin was red, blotchy and sore.

But it was nothing to Diane’s problems. The giantess was yelling, and as she turned around from her position by the sink Elaine could see why: she was covered in boils, the green puss within actually appearing to move as the welts swelled alarmingly. Elizabeth, pale as snow, lips thin and bloodless, did her best to provide comfort, but she was weak and shaken, her legs wobbling and she braced herself on the sink to keep herself upright. Elaine moved towards her, giving Elizabeth her arm so the three women could leave the bathroom together.

Merlin examined them as they emerged. “You should never, ever, allow the Captain to assist with the making of… well, anything at all, but he should particularly have no role in the production of cosmetics. Have no concern, I can fix you,” Merlin said with a little huff as Diane gave a wail. “I have the necessary antidotes. You will be back to normal before the hour is out. Stay here for now. I will see to it that the Captain finds lodgings elsewhere for the night and that Ban and King are kept away.”

Elizabeth managed to nod, pressing her palms together in thanks and Merlin gave her a lopsided sort of a smile.

“Consult me next time,” she said with a chuckle as she left the room. “It is in your best interests.”

Time stretched on, the three women looking at each other, more and more of the whites showing in their eyes, the close, still silence punctuated only by a drip, drip of the tap as it leaked in the washroom. “She is coming back?” Diane asked tentatively, her voice trembling and her boils wobbling like jelly on her suppurating face.

The three women stared at each other, not daring to reply until they heard Merlin’s knock on the bedroom door. The relief was palpable and Elaine nearly collapsed as the mage entered with three test tubes, each of them billowing smoke. “Take these,” their saviour commanded as she handed out the cures. “Do not sip. Make sure to drink it down in one gulp. That is important.”

Without stopping to think, Elaine knocked back the mixture, thanking Ban profusely for teaching her how to cope with taking strong-tasting liquor. Instantly, her face began to feel like her own: the cracked, painful pricks around the edges of her mouth were gone, and blinking ceased to feel like sandpaper was being pulled over her eyelids. “How do you feel?” Merlin asked kindly as she helped Elaine to sit on the edge of the bed.

“Much better!” exclaimed the fairy, and she managed a smile, one that stretched muscles she had thought would never work properly again. A glance at Diane and Elizabeth confirmed that they too were back to normal. The giantess was peering into the mirror of the dressing table, kneading her cheeks and running the tips of her fingers over her forehead while Elizabeth experimentally opened and closed her mouth.

“Thank you!” said the goddess. “That was… unpleasant.”

Merlin chuckled again. “And now I shall leave you to resume your activities. Unless…”

“What is it?” Elizabeth asked.

Merlin pulled out a bottle from thin air, holding out the dusty and dangerous-looking glass object for her comrades’ inspection. “Unless you want to partake in a game of truth or dare,” she said darkly.

“You’re on!” Diane shouted, all irritation gone.

The Boar Sin quirked a brow and produced four glasses from the air, each of them spinning and twirling through space until they reached the prospective players, the bottle following the vessels to pour a measure of golden liquid into each. “I told you, it is always best to consult me,” Merlin gloated as the four swallowed down the fiery liquid.

Elaine sighed as she settled back more comfortably on the bed. It was going to be an interesting night.

#nnt #elizabeth #merlin #diane #elaine #happy birthday rima #you rock! #hope you have an amazing day! #fanfiction #long post

[fleurpurr]

A mere glimpse into the true vastness of Alan’s kindness and friendship. (A long read, but well worth it)

A friend of Alan Rickman, Peter Kyle, has shared a beautifully moving tribute on Facebook. 

Alan Rickman: The Most Beautiful, Fearless, Person I've Met

“We’ve lost another giant. Someone who made us laugh, who thrilled kids with his sinister and sensitive portrayal of Snape, and who made us sob with his achingly beautiful portrayal of grief with Juliet Stephenson in Truly, Madly, Deeply. So collectively we say goodbye to someone who brought us together with his awesome talent. This is true for me, but I have also lost a very great friend too, a most beautiful, fearless, and caring presence who’s been in my life for almost 25 years.

Way back in the early ’90’s when I was just 21 years old, I was part of a small group of people setting up an aid agency and we needed money and support. I wrote to the star of Die Hard and Robin Hood, who’s career had just gone through the roof, and a week later he was in touch. Together we put on a show at the Brighton Dome called The British In Love.

But Alan would never have been happy just handing over a cheque. His brain was creative and strategic, so he would help us solve problem after problem in the years ahead. Soon after The British in Love he called me up and said a film he was working on had finished ahead of schedule and he has a few days free. So together we flew out to north east Romania to join the team working in an orphanage supported by the money he helped raise. The kids adored him, but the hardened team of care workers did too. The village we lived in had no running water and he was first down to the spring to collect water for everyone in the morning. He slept on the floor of a school hut with the rest of us; I remember waking up on the first morning to have Alan peer over from his sleeping bag and say in his trademark droll tone, ‘you didn’t mention that mice would feature so prominently in our trip’. The room was infested and you could feel them running over you at night — I had forgotten to warn him, something he ribbed me about periodically for decades.

At key times in my life, he was always, unstintingly, there. He desperately wanted people to use all their talent and he hated it when friends talked themselves down. Once we were walking down a street and I laughingly said, ‘oh the university have suggested I do a doctorate’. He asked why I was laughing. When I said that people like me don’t do PhD’s and, anyway, I’m not bright enough, he stopped in his tracks and rounded on me. He literally tore strips from me for underestimating my own potential, for taking the easy way out by not taking something tough but achievable seriously. He took me back to his flat and sat me down with his partner, Rima, who was a lecturer, and from that moment sprang the first step to me becoming Dr Peter Kyle. I wasn't alone either, there are dozens of people out there who have similar stories to me.

With his resolution came extraordinary sensitivity and caring though. I worked myself too hard writing my thesis and became ill at one point. He called once to say ‘hello’ and didn’t believe me when I said I was fine, he heard something in my voice. Half an hour later came another call, ‘I’ve booked us tickets to Circ de Solei tonight, you’re coming up, staying over, and having an evening off. I won’t take no for an answer!’. He was right, or course.

We know about his career, but there’s more to it than people realise. He was fearless and values-driven — not just in his personal life but whenever he could professionally too. The best example is Rachel Corrie. Rachel was a young American diarist who became a campaigner for Palestinian communities in the West Bank. She died under an Israeli bulldozer and her diaries told the story of her journey. Rachel’s parents treasured the diaries and wanted them to inspire others, but were careful about who to trust to tell the story. Alan met them and grew to love them and lovingly adapted the diaries for stage and directed the play both in London and New York. There were protests and rancorous arguments about such challenging subjects, but in his heart he knew the story was sincere, powerful, and need to be told and nothing would stop him.

I learned so much from Alan. He was disciplined, fun-loving, and thought deeply about people and the world. A great example of what it's like to be his friend is when I was staying with Alan and Rima in Italy. One morning he said we were meeting some friends for lunch, so I drove us. The friends turned out to be Richard and Ruth Rogers, the architect and famous chef, and some other amazingly successful and talented people. I was awestruck by each and every one of them. The conversation, the food, and setting was like nothing I’d ever experienced. As we were driving home he said to me, “you know we always go through life thinking of ‘what’s next’. That was a great lunch, what’s for dinner? That project went well, but quick I need another one. But sometimes you have to stop and say to yourself, ‘this is as good as it gets’ and celebrate the moment. Today was as good as it gets for me and I want you to know that.”

What a moment to share. What a beautiful thing to say. And what a fantastic insight into how to enjoy life and recognise the people who make it special.

Last year Alan came to campaign for me in Hove for the day. What he really wanted to do was thank the people who had worked so hard for my election. I’m posting a photo from that day, it was very special to everyone. The public moments are what everyone sees, but what people didn’t know was that even though he was directing his film with Kate Winslet, A Little Chaos, he was also calling and emailing me furiously with lovingly supporting messages, urging me to stay focussed, to work hard, but most of all, to never forget to listen to people.

I write with a swelling heart and tears in my eyes. I loved him very, very much I’m glad from looking at the news today that so many of you did too, Peter”

#alan rickman #i'm not crying you're crying #my heart is so warm #wemissyouAlan #thank you for everything

[shoujolover-666]

Bloody Promise

Link:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19838506

Summary:

A new Pureblood Vampire joins the Night Class.

Fandoms: HypMic and Vampire Knight

The moonlight shone through the window of the building, illuminating the classroom that was full of people. Each of them wore a white uniform, each of them beautiful in their own way. Whispers filled the silence of the room, the atmosphere was restless. In the front row, away from all the gossip, sat a man with shoulder long, brown hair and red-brown eyes. A book was in his hand, his demeanor and the air around him calm like the night itself. At the seat beside of him sat a man whose hair was blond and whose eyes had the intensity of emeralds, a worried gaze adorning his face.

“What’s wrong, Takuma?”

His silky voice echoed through the room, stopping everyone else from talking. Eyes were pointed at him, giving the man their full attention. The brunette wasn’t disturbed though, being used to it since he could think for himself. He put his book down, turning his head to the man, who took a look at the clock.

“Another Pureblood Vampire is supposed to join our class. Do you know, when he is going to arrive, Kaname?”

That was the reason for the uneasiness the vampires had. A Pureblood was rare, strong, the kings and queens in their world. They were the ones supposed to rule and lead them. Kaname was their leader, so what would happen, if another one joined them? Would they create chaos and try to overthrow their king? Or would they be docile and collected, trying to stay as undetectes as possible? Many of the noble vampires were curious. What kind of personality would they have? Before Kaname was able to answer his friends question, the door of the classroom was pushed open with a bang. A flash of pink entered the room, their minty coloured eyes gleaming with a spark of mischief as he strode over to the table of the dark haired vampire, taking a seat on it and leaning down to get on his level. His legs were swinging back and forth, a lollipop stuck between his lips that sported a grin. He took the candy out of his mouth and grabbed the others chin with his free hand, tilting his head so he could take a better look.

“How pretty. I may or may not ask you to be my model in the future~.”

A second later, the pinkette stood in front of the class, flashing a bright smile at the other vampires. Their eyes turned red for treating their leader with that much disrespect. Any lesser man would be intimidated by that sight, but the newcomer was completely unaffected.

“My name is Amemura Ramuda, designer and Pureblood extraordinaire~.”

His voice was sweet, sugary, almost dripping like honey. It was almost sickly sweet, underlining his cute and childlike appearance. If there wasn’t the pure power that radiated of him, nothing would have indicated, that he was just as powerful as their king. The whole room was quiet, most of them not sure, how to interact with a person like him. Even Hanabusa and Takuma weren’t that quirky, and they were already quite difficult to handle from time to time.

“Amemura-Kun, is that you?”

A surprised tone came from the direction of the door. Two vampires stood there. One was a slender girl with straight, orange hair that were tied in two pigtails and big, cerulean coloured eyes. The other was a boy with pale skin, mahogany coloured hair and his eyes had a blue tinted hue. Both of them seem to know the pinkette, something that surprised the people who already were in the classroom before they came.

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His grin turned wider as he stormed over to them, knocking both of them to the ground with a hug.

Who would have thought that both of his favourite models would be his classmates? Both of the aristocrats were people, who he worked with in the past. They were a delight to work with, none of them bitching around about not wanting to wear certain pieces of clothes and acting like real professionals. In return, both of them seemed to like his designs, for they liked to request buying clothes from his collection, especially the girl, Rima Touya.

“It’s none other than me, the one who is beloved by all, ‘easy r’ at your service~. I missed the both of you, when are you going to work with me again, Rima-Chan? Senri-Chan?”

He was better known by his stage name. Some of the people in the room seemed to recognize him now, for excited murmur was heard through the room. It seemed like his designs were even more popular than he first thought. Others were wondering, how the both of them didn’t seem to know, that someone they worked with were about to join their class.

“Whenever our manager gives us the next job.”

Senris voice was as calm as ever, the other seemed like as if he was about to fall asleep any moment now. The sound of a loud clap resounded through the room before they could continue their talk. Kaname was standing, his aura authoritative as he looked at the Pureblood Vampire, his smile composed but cool.

“We all should calm down and take a seat. Yagari-Sensei is here, and he seems to have a colleague with him.”

At the teachers desk stood two men, both of them silent until everyone else stopped talking.

Yagari was the one with long, wavy, jet-black hair and a blue eyes. He was tall, wore a cowboy hat and a black coat, his hands were covered by black gloves.

The other man was just as tall, his lavender coloured hair straight and flowing down his back while his eyes gleamed blue. A white laboratory coat was his choice of clothes, and he was also wearing gloves, his colour of choice was white.

“Who would have thought, that we would see each other again like that, Jinguji Jakurai?”

Ramudas deep voice rang through the room, he was almost growling, surprising everyone except the one whose name was Jakurai. In an blink of an eye, the designer stood on the table, towering over the man who he was already more than acquainted with. Fingers grabbing his hair with a tight grip, a feral grin covering his lips. His lollipop cracked, crunched between his sharp teeth.

Oh how ironic it was to see the man again at this kind of place.

The human wasn’t concerned though, not at all.

Instead of cowering in fear, the man looked at him with calm eyes. This calmness, this composure… oh how he wanted to ram his teeth into his neck, rip it apart, gulp down his blood and make him his slave, his pet. His own, little Level E vampire. Make him beg to drink from him, to save him from the insanity that consumed the mind of every single End Level Vampire one day.

Before he was able to let his instincts go wild, the sound of a cocked pistol stopped him from doing so. It seemed like the Hunter was not happy with that situation.

“Take your hands off him, Pureblood.”

His finger slightly loosened, and the grin that resembled that of a carnivore disappeared of his face. What was left was a cheerful smile as the other jumped from the desk with a flourish.

“How mean, I just wanted to play a little~.”

He sounded cheerful, his voice high and sweet again. There was no trace left of the violent urge he had just a second ago. Ramuda felt that all eyes were on him, everyone of them curious, wanting to know what kind of past the two of them had. Even Kuran seemed to be interested in their relationship. Maybe it reminded him of someone else?

Not that it really mattered to the pinkette. By now, he was sitting at a free seat, supporting his head on his head. Everyone else slowly started to get to their own seats when they noticed, that the situation won’t escalate any further with the hunter in the room.

“Amemura-San already told you my name, so there is no need to repeat it. I am going to be your Biology and Science teacher in the future. Hopefully, we will get along nicely. If you have any questions to anything, please feel free to ask me.”

Oh how the other dared, not to look at him. To not give him the attention he deserved. To ignore what happened between them. He gritted his teeth for a second, before he put on his mask again. Jakurai will regret it, he would make sure of that.

His eyes wandered over to Kuran, who looked at him with a warning glance. That look made him giggle and he winked at him, it was cute to see how the ‘King’ tried to chide him.

How amusing.

Too bad that he was a ‘King’ himself.

A ‘King’, who had his eyes set on his prey.

If the other dared to get in his way, he wouldn’t mind ruining the plans he had for that human girl, who he seemed to cherish so much. It wasn’t a secret, that Yuki Cross was dear to him. Anyone who bothered to research for one minute would know that much. She was your typical naive human girl who thought, that humans and vampires could live together peacefully.

Someone, who had no appeal in his eyes whatsoever, but he didn’t mind playing with her if it meant to get back at the brunette vampire.

He giggled silently behind his hand, ignoring the stares he got for that action.

His attention was was caught by the teachers deep, smooth voice as he started class. Jakurais long, thin fingers glided over the pages, his look concentrated as he spoke about genetics or something like that.

Ramuda watched every single move the other made, his view locked on the tall mans face.

How pretty would he look underneath him, silken lips red from being bitten raw, tears gathered at the corners of his eyes. Hair fanned out, inviting him to pull on it.

The pinkette licked his lips, looking forward to unravel the former doctor completely and make him lose himself.

His obsession was deep, and his love dark. A vampires ‘affection’ came with a cost, and Jinguji Jakurai was a victim of it.

A victim who had no say on whether he wants to be loved like this or not.

This would be his own bloody promise to him.

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