#because I said yes and then Clara wanted to play with them too

[thestartofabeautifulride]

Waylon got his first, “can Waylon come out to play” knock on the door today. 🥺

#but also it made me so uneasy #because I said yes and then Clara wanted to play with them too #so both of them were out running around #and I sat out front with Bo so I could keep an eye on things #because I don’t know these kids parents or anything #and there surely were no adults that I saw at all #and maybe I’m just overly nervous but I’m not at that level #but also I was so happy for him #having little friends going out of their way to have him come out to play #so sweet

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CLARA BOW // charles leclerc - pt. 3

charles leclerc x figureskater!reader

part 1 part 2 part 4

summary: you're an aspiring olympic gold medalist who just wants to compete and have fun. on the way there, a handsome monegasque f1 driver slides into your dms and changes the trajectory of your life.

note: as always, we are playing fast and furious with the dates. ignore them pls 😝 also, pt. 1 and pt. 2 are both up to over 700 notes 😭 what is this craziness??

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olympics Y/N L/N dazzles in her short program, skating to Yiruma's "River Flows in You" on the first official day of the solo figure skating competition in Beijing. As of today, she is third on the leaderboard (the first American to have made it this far since Sasha Cohen in Torino 2006), behind the ROC's Kamila Valieva and Anna Shcherbakova.

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lara.j.h go y/n go!

junebug27 she'd be in first if it weren't for Eteri's drugged up girls, but ya'll aren't ready for that conversation yet

anuyshaliva Kamila and Anna deserve to be in first and second. If Y/N wanted a better position, she should've tried harder.

amarantheazalea stfu girl the russians aren't gonna thank you for riding them yk 😒

junebug27 i said what i said. kamila was literally found to have drugs in her system after the team events concluded, and i wouldn't be surprised if anna and sasha were the same. i'm sure the girls are all very talented on their own, but Eteri breaks them. look what happened to evgenia. look what happened to aliona.

barbiegirl44 my mother breaks records wherever she goes, ya'll just wait and see 🥹

sharlleclerc not charles, carlos, lando and danny ric all lurking in the likes 😭

charlesstan4ever so what do we think guys? is she the reason charles was smiling at his phone so often in daniel's post?

itsellieinparis who else could it be?

sophhhhhhhia methinks yes, madam 🫡

kyrapreston istg all of ya'll need to calm down 😒 she hasn't even said anything abt him other than the fact that he's nice

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usfigureskating Y/N L/N becomes the first U.S. lady to win an Olympic medal since Sasha Cohen in 2006! Congrats on the bronze, @y/nl/n!

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cassievilleneuve eeeeek that's my bestieee!

y/n l/n thanks guys 😭 this medal means the world to me and i'm honored to bring it back home to you!

livandluke it's just a bronze, i don't see why everyone's so happy about it

lorabelle even "just a bronze" means you're the third best figure skater in the world 😒 considering what y/n was up against (and all the russian shenanigans going on) this season, i'm hugely impressed with her performance. besides, don't forget, she has a gold team medal too; she just hasn't gotten that one yet because they have to investigate the doping scandal first.

charles_leclerc very well deserved! congratulations @y/nl/n!

y/n l/n merci beaucoup, charles 🥹

rowanf1girlie asdjkcjkdf is this fr rn!? someone sedate me 😭

pennyverstappen they're interacting! he's congratulating her! she's responding to him in french! what's happeningggggg

oscarlandoromanempire so are they dating or what?

carlossainz55 congratulations!

y/n l/n gracias!!

kikitifosi not y/n answering the drivers in their native language 🥹 so sweet!!!

The Olympic Village Beijing, China

Her heart wouldn't stop its erratic thump-thumping. As she got out of the bath, wrapped herself up in a fluffy white towel, and threw herself onto the downy comforter, she couldn't help but try to trace her footsteps back; take deep breaths and try to calm herself down.

It was to no avail; the post-Olympic high was still going strong, and there was nothing Y/N could do to calm it down. She didn't know if she wanted to, even if the rapid breathing was getting annoying. She didn't know if she wanted to forget a moment more of this experience.

It had been such a wild ride, coming to Beijing. Y/N had never expected that something like this would happen to her. She'd never even predicted it in her wildest dreams. This had been something Cassie had always longed for, something Cassie had worked her whole life for, and somehow, the opportunity and the medal had been handed to Y/N. It didn't make sense.

She felt guilty for usurping that chance from her best friend, even if it was for sure that Cassie would make it onto the Olympic team in 2026 (It definitely wasn't for sure, but Y/N had to tell herself something to stymie the overwhelming contrition that flooded her every time she thought of Cassie getting fourth place at Nationals). Furthermore, she felt guilty for being where she was now, with so much less experience than her competitors.

Most people started ice skating at five or six. That was when Y/N had gotten her first pair of skates too, but she'd abandoned the sport until she was sixteen; until Cassie had graduated from the junior division to the senior, and had started seriously competing. Y/N had only started doing it as a joke, as a way to release tension from schoolwork and AP tests, but it had evolved into something else. Slowly, she'd realized that she actually enjoyed it, that skating on ice was akin to floating, or even flying. And then it became her passion, and - eventually - her job.

Y/N was here now, in Beijing. She had an Olympic bronze medal, a team gold medal (if the doping investigations would ever conclude), and a new fanbase who were eager and willing to be influenced by her, which was terrifying, to say the least. She had all of this, along with an F1 driver sliding in her DMs and inviting her to races - she had everything Cassie had ever wanted.

It was all so amazing, so good... But why did it feel so bad?

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Christmas in Spain (Carlos Sainz)

First term is over so you go back home to spend Christmas with your family

Note: english is not my first language. Dad!driver always gets me fluffy (and let's pretend it's Christmas season for a bit - it was a bit tricky considering it's sunny and warm outside 😅)

Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated 🤍 and I'm taking requests so if you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to do so as I'll try to get to them the best I can!

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"I hope you have fun holidays!", you waved to the kids as they got their backpacks and ran out the door, excited for the Christmas break.

Grades would be sent over e-mail and on the school platform and a parent-teacher meeting would happen in January, so for now all you had to do was tidy the classroom a bit so you wouldn't come back to a big mess.

"Do you need help?", one of the cleaning staff asked you as they pushed the cart along the corridor.

"No, I'm fine, thank you though! The classroom is not looking so bad - Mark thought it was funny to do the drawings I asked them to on the table, but I had him clean all of that out and I think we've finally won over that bug that was going around because the bin barely has any tissues!", you cheered like you had just won a championship.

"Just in time for them to go home and spend time with all the extended family and friends and catch some other bug, right?", the older lady joked and you laughed along.

"I tidied this the best I could so this one is hopefully quick for you to clean - thank you", you smiled as you grabbed your bags, making sure nothing important was left behind before leaving the room, "I hope your holidays are nice too, I'll see you in January!".

You got in the car and drove home, hoping to find a small chaos since Carlos said he would get everything ready for you to fly out to spend the holiday time with his family in Spain, volunteering to pick up the kids from school so he could get them ready to travel too.

"Mis amores, I'm home!", you gave them a quick shout before putting your things away in the office, having already packed them in separate bags so you could leave the backpack with the things you didn't need in the office and take only the things you needed already in the backpack you would fly with.

"Mama!", Clara was the first to greet you at the door, letting you pull her up so you could hug her, "I'm all dressed for the flight!", she smiled, twirling around in the tracksuit. Since the flight would arrive late, it would be best to have the kids dressed in comfortable clothes given that they would probably fall asleep and in the event that they would arrive at Carlos' parents already asleep, it wouldn't be too bad if they slept in them.

"I can see that, is papa getting the boys ready?", you kissed her cheek and walked up with her to the boys' bedroom.

Mateo was sitting in the play area, his fingers holding finger puppets while Carlos put Benjamín's sweater on, making you sit down with him.

"Why don't we show mama just how handsome you two look?", your husband said as he allowed him to go to the floor and join his brother in the cuddle you had him on.

"Mama! We're matching!", Benjamín said, leaving a splotchy kiss on your cheek and showing you the sweatshirt and sweatpants set all three kids had. When you spotted the Christmas themed Disney sets, you had to get them. While the boys had the dark blue version, Clara had the pine green one.

"You look really cute, guys! Are they comfy?", you wondered.

"Yes, feels nice, it's not itchy", Mateo offered and his siblings nodded before you pulled yourself up to your feet, Carlos helping you and landing you on his chest.

"Hello, beautiful", he greeted, kissing your lips after what felt like an eternity as he watched you and your kids. He would happily stare at the four of you forever, but a kiss was needed.

"Hey, amor", you spoke, "seems like you did just fine getting these three monkeys ready to go", you smiled.

"Don't be fooled by it - the boys were not happy they had to have a bath since they weren't going to bed yet, so there were some negotiations and some tantrums", Carlos chuckled.

"Mama, did you know we're flying tonight?", Clara asked, big brown eyes looking up at you as she pulled on your pants' leg.

"Yes, I did! We're going to see abuela and abuelo for Christmas!", you agreed, "which means I also have to go and put something comfortable on, pack what's left and then we can head out!", you clapped your hands.

Changing into an appropriate outfit, you put the last minute things in your luggage before heading down, Carlos already buckling the kids in their car seats while you fit the test of the carry-ons on the car boot.

Driving to the airport was a nice challenge since you wanted to keep the kids awake until you boarded the plane to make things easier and not change their sleep routine too much, meaning that you blasted every Bluey album you had, singing along loudly with the three children.

"Why can't I push the trolley?", Mateo asked as Carlos pushed the trolley with all the bags.

"Because it's to heavy for you, buddy - papa will do it and you hold my hands", you assured, stretching them out once your backpack was secured on, "Clara, stay close to papa, okay?", you warned.

It certainly wasn't the first time you were travelling all together - even though you didn't travel to races as much as you did when it was just you, the kids would often be in most of the European races and a few other ones outside of the continent too -, but your stress levels were still the usual.

"Relax, amor, I packed everything we needed, and if by chance something is missing, either my parents or my sisters will have it or we can go to the store and get it", Carlos tranquilized as you sat in the lounge, the kids happily eating some dry cereal from the bowl.

"I know, I think the school stress is still here somehow even though I've left everything ready and done with - I only have those reports to finish on monday", you sighed as your husband rubbed your shoulders.

"You don't have to worry, okay?", he assured, pulling you to rest on his chest until you got the flight call to board.

The flight itself was fine, the kids staying awake without making too much of a mess and entertaining themselves with their sticker books. As soon as you got to the car, though, everyone was out like a light before you left the airport parking zone.

"Welcome back!", Reyes was the first to greet you as Carlos' stopped the car

Putting his finger in front of lips so they wouldn't be too loud, Carlos spoke softly, "they fell asleep right away, if one of you could help us with them, please", he said as his father took Clara in his arms while you and your husband took each of the boys.

"I'll bring your luggage inside, dears", your moment in-law assured as you walked upstairs to the bedroom where the kids would sleep in.

Tucking the kids with some coos and shushes, you were able to come back to the kitchen and be met with some snacky bits Reyes prepared, "have something to eat and drink, I'm sure it will do you good", she smiled as you sat around the table, catching up for a bit before you retired to your respective bedrooms for the night.

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"This year I decided I wanted to bake our own roscón", Reyes announced as she got the ingredients out of the cupboard, not missing the wide-eyed looks and scoff from her children and her husband, "why is it no one has faith in me to pull it off?", she reasoned.

"Mama - it's just, you've never done it", Ana reasoned as her siblings nodded.

"For you to be able to say you can do something, you have to do something you've never done before", the matriarch offered.

"I believe you can do it, abuela", Clara added, "mama always says that when we want to do something, we have to put our minds to it and work as much as we can for it!".

"See? At least someone thinks I can do it - you can be my sous-chef, cariño", she smiled at her granddaughter, "do you boys want to join us?".

"Abuelo said he has a new toy car that we can play with him and papa outside", Benjamín hugged her legs and Mateo followed and replied with "I know you'll do well, abuela".

"Off you go then - means I also get your mama all to myself because not only does she have a magic finger for baking - and I do need all the help I can get - and I won't have all of you stealing her from me", she giggled, tapping their noses and letting them go outside.

Reyes loved all her children the same, and her daughters were no exception to her love. When she found out her only son was enamoured by someone, she wanted to meet the young woman who had taken her boy's heart. Since then, you always felt included in their family activities and like you were her third daughter.

"How has school been?", she asked as you followed the recipe on the propped up iPad, measuring the ingredients and setting them apart.

"My little ones are finally able to do some independent work, they're confident enough to do it and that gives me more time to prepare different things to do with them - I've been really enjoying teaching this class", you smiled, helping Clara with the eggs to make sure no shells fell in the bowl.

"That's nice to hear - you know, Carlos used to worry a lot about you running yourself too much and overworking, especially now with three kids, so I can't hide the fact that I'm happy that it's becoming easier on you", Reyes stated.

"There are hard days - they will always be even if I work all day or no time at all -, but we've got a routine down with them, Carlos is spending as much time home as he can and so far, there hasn't so been much to worry about", you offered.

After kneading everyhting and waiting for the three hours the recipe recalled, you began decorating it.

"Abuela, does this one look good next to this one?", Clara wondered as she displayed the candied fruits on the dough.

"Yes, amor, it looks very delicious - we can only hope it will taste delicious as well!", Reyes kissed her cheek and mixed the sugar with water before sprinkling the mixture.

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"Are we ready to start writing our letters?", Carlos Sr clapped his hands before joining the kids at the table, Mateo already holding the glue.

"Yes, we're ready, abuelo! Can you help me with my spelling, please?", Clara asked.

The boys were too young to write, so they chose to draw instead and your daughter still required some help.

"Tres Reyes Magos, my name is Clara Sainz, and this year I have been a good girl. I always did as I was told and I did really well in school too - Do you think that's good, abuelo?", your daughter wondered, wanting to know her grandfather's opinion on the start of her letter.

"That's good, cariño - now, you have to write to them what you'd like to get for a present", your father in-law praised, turning his attention back to the boys' letters, "have you two decided what you're going to ask for?".

"Yes! I want this game here", Mateo said as he showed his drawing.

"I really hope they'll bring me this book", Benjamín showed his best attempt of the cover his grandfather had seen you wrap the night before, smiling at the prospect.

"Let's hope they'll bring you those, then", the oldest Sainz in the room said.

"Are we going to watch the Cabalgata tomorrow?", Mateo asked, "I saw some photos from last year but I don't remember much from them", he admitted.

"Yes, if all goes well - we usually go every year, I don't see why we can't go and watch it again", Carlos Sr smiled.

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Who Thought | Mark Estapa

summary: wanting to get Marks attention is something you never thought would land you in his bed.

prompt: “you two were practically made for each other.”

request: yes/no

warnings: sexual themes, p in v, swearing, drinking.

word count: 2.41k

authors note: not often do I pay myself on the back after writing smut but i am seriously proud of this one. I almost sent @hischierhaze the entire thing I was so excited for people to see it. If you want to see more from the 500 celly you can do so here!

Everyone knew you were off limits.

Nick had told everyone the moment you walked onto that campus as a freshman when he was a junior that if they went for you they would have been as good as dead. Yet as he graduated some of the boys began to fancy their chances as they started trying to make moves on you. But you never cared for them as they never came from the one boy who you wanted them from.

Mark had been your partner during freshman orientation and from that moment the two of you hit it off. So to learn that he was in some of your classes too only meant all that much more to you as within months the two of you became friends.

Both of you had been with other people during the first two years of college but now as you were both finally single you prayed he’d finally see you the same way you saw him.

So that was how you landed up in your dorm curling your hair as your friends picked out your outfit “you always look unforgettable in this one!” Josie squealed as she handed you your blue bodycon dress “you sure he’s gonna like it?” Nerves ran through your body as you smacked your lips together fixing the ends of your hair in the process.

Clara nodded as she placed her hand on your shoulder “you two were practically made for each other y/n.” Your two best friends watched how you were able to bounce off of his energy and how you two were known as the couple who weren’t dating “maybe I shouldn’t do this.” Your words were met with another seltzer as the girls were doing predrinking in your dorm.

You were helped up as the dress was placed over your arm “go get dressed because once he sees you he won’t be able to get enough of you.” Josie explained as she tapped your nose making it scrunch.

Little did you know just how right they were. Mark hadn’t let his eyes leave your body from the moment you walked in and got pulled into a conversation with Luca he hated how you stuck to the sophomores side. The way your dress hugged the curves of your body and settled just over your ass would have made Nick kill you if he saw you in it. But tonight almost every guy found themselves taking a second look at you.

You had landed up playing against Mark and Ethan in a game of beer pong and at one point it seemed to be a game between you and Mark. It was the constant glares and smirks as the other person got their balls into the silo cups “drink up princess.” Mark smirked watching the ping pong ball land in the cup as it splashed the beer around the table.

It didn’t take you long to wrap your fingers around the cup as you chugged the dry drink not caring that it dripped down the sides of your mouth as you finished it “your turn Estapa.” You pointed out as you steadied yourself to throw the ball.

Luca met you with a celebration as he raised his hands to high five yours “there you go baby.” The Fantilli boy laughed as he wrapped his hands around your waist lifting you up in the process.

That was surprisingly not your first attempt to get Marks attention. As Mark pushed past you after the game all of a sudden your game plan changed “since when has he had an issue with you?” Luca asked crossing his arms not noticing the way your confused expression turned to a smirk “just a rough day I guess?” You shrugged noting how Mark was staring at you as he listened to something that another girl said.

The night had begun to grow old as you moved to the dance floor with a different boy and as alcohol began to cloud your judgement you let yourself dance against one of the guys on the football team. Mark let himself stare as his fists were clenched.

As tough as it was he let himself watch until you were pulled towards the staircase “I don’t think so.” Your blood went cold as you turned to see Mark stood with his hand on your shoulder.

It made the older boy laugh “don’t think that’s what she would want is it?” He stared down at you making you feel small. As both boys waited for your answer you couldn’t help but sigh “I’m gonna go with Mark.” You knew it was the best as he would have gone to Nick to tell him all about what you had done.

The boy next you didn’t stay for long as you glared at Mark “what are you trying to play at?” You furrowed your eyebrows as you crossed your arms.

Sure you wanted Marks attention on you but in this moment it felt like he was trying to protect you rather than trying to make a move on you “I’m trying to protect you!” His words made you scowl as the two of you pushed passed people to get to the door “god I’m an idiot.” You laughed thinking that he actually could have wanted you.

Mark had to remain hot on your tail all the way until the cool Michigan air hit your face “you make me sick.” As the words left your mouth it made him grab your hand as he pulled you close making your chest hit his “you wouldn’t have a clue how much I think about you.” Mark mumbled looking down at you.

It made you blink “then why the hell don’t you fucking act like that!” As you scoffed it all of a sudden made Mark smirk “you want me to show you how much I think about you?” He licked his lips as you nodded.

He didn’t wait for a second more to go by as the hockey player leaned down to kiss you “you’re gonna get me killed.” Mark moaned using his free hand to cup your cheek so that he could kiss you. Your hands wrapped around his shoulders as his tongue ran over your lips as he kissed you.

The two of you stayed there for a few more moments until you pulled away “I need you Mark, please.” Those words rang through his ears all the way until he pushed you into his room “god you’re gorgeous.” Mark groaned watching as you dropped to his bed.

It didn’t take him long to join you as he continued to let nip at the skin on your neck “Mark.” You whined leaning up to bring his head to yours “I need to taste you.” His words made you moan as you shifted up the bed allowing his hands to travel down your legs.

Mark kissed down your thighs making sure to be painfully slow as he loved each of your legs “god.” You propped yourself up on your elbows as your head dropped feeling your thighs tense.

He watched you as the light from the street lamps stared illuminated your face “is that what you wanted all along? My attention.” His words were soft as his breath fanned against your thong causing your hands to clench into fists.

As your body shook Mark hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties allowing him to pull them down “I’m gonna make you feel so fucking good.” He mumbled finally being faced with your bare cunt “if I was with James I would have already-” Mark didn’t let you finish your words as he licked a stripe up your slit making you yelp.

His hands locked around your thighs trapping you on your spot “dear god.” You gasped slapping your hand over your mouth in an attempt to suppress your moans.

Mark smirked as he pressed a kiss against your clit “it’s just me pretty girl.” The nickname make your body turn to jelly “you’ve got such a sweet cunt.” He mumbled to himself as his tongue swirled around your clit.

You felt trapped as your fingers locked locked in his hair “don’t stop.” You begged feeling his fingers thrust into your cunt “Mark you’re so-” you cut yourself off with a moan as you grinded your hips against his face with the little bit of movement that you could do.

He felt himself grow hard as he replaced his tongue with his free fingers “you know how easily you could have had this?” Mark asked as he kissed the inside of your thigh “all you had to do was be a good girl and come to me.” Your cunt clenched at his words as your cheeks turned red.

The air in the room felt humid as his eyes practically took you apart piece by piece “but instead you wanted to play the hard game huh?” The hockey player curved his fingers causing them to hit deeper into your core “asked you a question sweets.” As the wheels in your brain began to visually turn again Mark lowered his lips back down to your clit as his mind began to grow jealous of what his fingers were doing.

You moaned as your mouth grew wet much like your soaked cunt that Mark treated like his last meal “just wanted your attention.” You mumbled feeling a wave of embarrassment coarsed through your veins as you felt your legs shake.

It made you feel like a fool as you came ever so closer to your high “look at you now having it and you can’t even handle it.” Mark laughed as his nose hit your clit “ah!” You gasped grasping at the sheet beneath you.

Mark wasn’t an idiot, the way your breathing became uneven and how the way you drove your hips became ever more desperate as you clenched your cunt with all of your strength. It was clear, you were close “I’m gonna.” You coughed using your strength to look at him.

What you didn’t expect was that Mark responded by dropping your legs to the side as he retracted himself from the bed earning a whine from your lips “surely you didn’t think I’d let you get away with acting like that this easily?”Mark laughed at you as you nodded swearing that Mark would have been good to you.

But before you could complain further his arms raised the ends of his shirt up to let you see his abs “you like what you see baby?” Mark smirked as you tilted your head up to nod. It took him a few seconds to get down to you as he kneeled in the gap between your legs “please Mark.” Your whines for the first time were met with him actually listening to you as he helped you get out of your dress as he bunched it around your waist “gonna make you feel so good.” His words echoed through your ears as you lay your head down against the mattress.

The sound of his belt unbuckling as his jeans dropped to the floor it made you gulp as you saw him grab the condom “been waiting for this for months baby.” Mark groaned as he teased your clit with the covered head of his cock “Jesus!” You moaned as his cock stretched your cunt out making sure to bottom you out as his torso hit your clit.

It made Mark grunt as his hand pressed against the mattress above you “you only got me in here pretty girl.” The hockey player kissed your neck letting his lips nip at the skin “need you to move.” You begged tapping his arms as you pushed against the sheet of his bed.

His thrusts began as your legs found themselves perfectly locked around his hips “Mark.” You whined feeling his chain hit your chin as he repositioned himself to hover over you.

With each move of his cock it seemed that he was hitting a deeper part of your cunt “making me feel so full.” Your hands found themselves against his back as your nails raked over the skin “god this cunt is perfect.” Marks compliment made you whine in a respond as your lips formed a pout attempting to find his lips.

Your nipples throbbed against the fabric of your dress making you only care about getting your first orgasm of the night “made for you.” You moaned as your eyes screwed shut struggling to remain focused “all yours Mark all yours.” Those words made Mark swear that he was going to die.

Mark groaned feeling your cunt clench around his cock “if you don’t shut up I’m gonna come.” He warned as his free hand went to your clit to try to help you come before him “‘m sorry.” You frowned as your words got caught in your throat.

It made Mark smirk as he shook his head “such a sweet baby aren’t you.” Mark cooed brushing his lips over yours “being such a good girl for me.” He groaned feeling your hands scratch his back sure to leave a mark.

The room felt sweaty as his hands were on you and your moans painted the walls of it “I’m close Mark.” You announced forcing your head against the pillow beneath you “want you to let the whole house hear how good I make you feel.” His words weren’t done kind of request, they were ordering you to be vocal and you weren’t going to deny him of that right.

Your throat felt raw as you cried “please don’t stop Mark.” You begged squeezing your legs tighter around his waist “right there oh!” You cried as you came feeling your body writhe between the boy and his sheets as your eyes screwed shut.

Marks orgasm wasn’t far behind as your cunts sporadic movements made his throbbing cock coat his load into the inside of his condom “that was hot.” You blurted out feeling his lips kiss your shoulder.

As he slid his cock out of your cunt your body shook “I’m just gonna get you a cloth.” Mark explained as he smiled getting up to see you still in your fucked out state as you lay on his bed barely nodding in the process.

Seeing you like that honestly made his day as Mark knew that he had you in just the way he wanted.

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I promised to do a break down on Azz's and Clara's relationship specifically since the initial post was so long (Iruma's relationships within the love trio) so here it is! This is long compared to my initial post breakdown of the relationships since I am just focusing on these two. And I wanted to do these two right since so many people think Azz doesn't like or appreciate Clara.

As we know, in the beginning the two of them mostly revolved around Iruma. Azz was very much annoyed with Clara's personality, there wasn't much to tie Clara to Asmodeus besides playing, and as they mention in the manga, more than likely they would have never met and/or become friends without Iruma. Iruma was very much needed for the initial start of their relationship. However, that doesn't mean that by this point in the story we don't see they both care deeply for each other outside of just getting along for the sake of having Iruma.

Similarly to Iruma, Clara has enabled Azz to experience more playfulness and childlike fun than he ever experienced previously. Clara is not just some afterthought within the love trio. She is necessary for the two of them to open up more emotionally. Especially Azz. Asmodeus in general is a very closed off person by nature, stemmed from a fairly isolated childhood of no one wanting to interact with him. We see this when the soulmates are first seperated because they have to join other clubs. Azz basically never interacted with the other members unless he had to. It's hard for him to open up and let his excitable, lovely side shine through. Clara is one of the people that inspired that in him because even with just Iruma, Asmodeus wouldn't know how to just let himself be playful. Sure, the first time him and Clara played together was because Iruma asked him to, but that was more than likely the first time he has ever done this.

Additionally, Clara gives Azz an extra challenge. She's not easy to understand and is someone he feel like he must compete with for Iruma's affections (of course that has changed drastically in the latest volumes and chapters). Asmodeus is used to being the best, outshining anyone and anything in his path. He's a young genius. But that means he didn't have something to push him to grow. Clara is someone who is so widely different from him that it causes him to have to strive towards understanding her. When they have to work together for the hell dance, Azz realizes that yeah, she thinks about the world in an entirely interesting way compared to him. And he can learn from this new perspective. Azz has really grown to care about Clara because he knows she can open up sides of him no one else can.

Clara on the other hand learns about more structure then she ever had before. Clara has been on a character development of realizing that yes, unadulterated chaos can be great. But it can also just cause trouble for yourself and for others. She can rely on Azz to shut down some of her more outlandish ideas, not because of meaness but because the situation doesn't call for it (though he'll shut it down in the sassiest way possible of course). She lives beyond the comprehension of most people and that's what makes her so wonderful. But she can go overboard and doesn't tend to second guess things. With characters like this, you need somone/something to stop them before something ends up being a giant mess.

And Clara felt the same as Azz too about the way he thinks. To Clara, he also makes zero sense. That's why she also needs to strive to understand him and be more considerate of his feelings. She understands that emotions and care doesn't come easy to Asmodeus. And she gives him room to express them however he can and gives him the encouragement he needs. She truly is the best at understanding the emotions that Azz and Iruma are experiencing. Her role as the emotional challenger/instigator pushes Azz to understand why he is feeling that way.

Like I said, Clara is very much needed in the group. I'll fight anyone who thinks she isn't. Because without Clara's brazen approach to feelings, these two boys wouldn't push themselves. Like, sure she group in her toy box because she could see something is wrong with iuma, but it was as much for Azz as it was for him. Because she would also know when he's feeling down about something too. I saw someone call her their safe place on twitter and its true. She's someone they can go to when they just need to talk to someone or vent to. And like a trained big sister, she will pet their hair and listen.

I really hope we get to see just these two interact more as the story progresses as well as Clara Iruma solo time. Because I care about the love trio so much, they are basically free therapy for me. Oh and in case you were wondering, yes I am obessed with Azz wanting to take a picture of Clara in her cute swimsuit. He's so in love with his soulmates it's so cute. I know he has the best icloud service and still has to backup his photos often from how many pictures of Iruma and Clara he owns.

#iruma-kun #mairimashita! iruma kun #welcome to demon school iruma kun #m!ik #wtdsik #mairuma #the love trio #iruclarazz #clara valac #asmodeus alice #character analysis #relationship dynamics

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Enchanted Chapter I

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“Why did I agree to come again?”

Was the thought running through the heads of two people, neither knowing how the night would end for them.

“I don’t believe I’ve ever seen you in one of these events, miss…”

“MDC, Monsieur. You can refer to me as MDC”

“Right… MDC you say…”

“...”

“So, what brings you to the Wayne Gala this year? Oh,I hope you understand the curiosity, it is the first time you’re participating in the event after all.”

Just because you make it sound polite, it doesn’t mean you’re actually being polite you-

To say Marinette was done with the fake and pretentious high-class pigs was the understatement of the century. 

Just because you have enough money to be invited here doesn’t mean you’re all that. It just means that M. Wayne will have more money to donate to the associations that will actually use it for something productive.

But then again, she too was invited so it’s not like she can say much. However, she never covered her words with honey to insult someone.

“I’m here as M. Stone’s plus one” “Wasn’t M. Stone’s plus one his manager Ms. Rolling?”

“No! Haven’t you heard? This year he invited his  designer!” 

Here comes the gossip…

“You mean the very exclusive designer known for working with Clara Nightingale and being the only one capable of keeping up with his extravagant personality?”

“I hear they keep themselves anonymous and so never go to galas and such even though many high-profile personalities invite them everytime.”

“THAT designer?”

The way they all turned to look at her could only be described as a predator ready to launch on their prey.

The compliments were very appreciated, even if her confidence sometimes made her think otherwise. Honestly, if it were in any other situation she’d probably be a blushing and sputtering mess, but considering that it came from these old people with nothing to do but flaunt their money all day, well, lets just say that she felt no remorse in putting the mask of professionalism that often came with dealing with annoying press *cough*Alya*cough* as Ladybug. She just wasn’t sure if the red and gold mask was enough to cover the glare she was sure was on her face. It sure wasn’t enough to cover the deadly annoyed aura she emitted.

“Yes, I-”

“M! There you are! Dad and Penny are looking for you!”

“Oh, Luka! I’ll be right with you! I’m sorry ladies and gentlemen, it seems I’m needed somewhere else. Wouldn’t want to leave M. Stone waiting now would we?”

If Marinette saw the pale faces of the people remembering a certain disaster pertaining to the impatience of one Jagged Stone, neither her nor Luka mentioned anything. And so, the pair of best friends left the group of pretentious old people to their gossip and judging words covered with honey so thick it might as well give you cavities. “Is Uncle Jagged really calling for me?”

“No, but I had to intervene, you looked ready to murder those people with your glare alone!” Luka said with a chuckle. “Ugh! Stop laughing, it’s not funny! Why did I even agree to come again! This is exactly why I’ve rejected all of the invitations!!”

“Well, you know how dad can be…” another chuckle

“Don’t I?! He threatened to destroy one of the suits I made him! And not just any suit, but the one specifically  made to open the stage on his upcoming tour!”

“It can’t be that bad, I mean, you made them almost 100% Jagged proof so no accidents could happen right? Even if he tried I’m pretty sure it’d be very difficult to damage them beyond repair”

“Oh no, you don't understand. He threatened to have Fang “play” with the suit! I may have made them Jagged proof, but they’re hardly CROCODILE PROOF!!”

“... You don’t really believe he’d go that far,do you?”

“Oh dear Luka, I don’t need to believe, I know so. And you want to know how I know that? Because he actually had the audacity of sending a picture of the suit dangling in front of Fang and the little menace looking at it like the most delicious snack ever!!!”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, oh.”

The silence that fell upon them was the comfortable kind, the one that wraps you like a warm blanket on a cold evening. Even though their relationship didn’t work, they didn’t let that get in the way of a very understanding friendship. Both parties know how to appreciate and lift each other up when needed, especially with the weight of the responsibilities held in their shoulders.

“I think I'm going to stay on the side for a bit. I'm pretty sure if I have to continue another one of these fake conversations, I'm going to say or do something I'll regret and maybe get Uncle Jagged in trouble.”

“It’s ok, after a couple months of following dad to these things I know how bad they can be. And by the way, you - more than anyone else really - should know that my dad doesn’t need you being honest with these people to get him in trouble. He gets himself in trouble all the time! Honestly, I can't say with 100% certainty that trouble isn’t somehow his middle name.” The snort that followed this comment was somehow covered well enough to look elegant, how he did it? She’s still trying to figure it out.

“Yeah, I’m well aware” a soft smile appears on Marinette’s face, memories of various chaotic fittings coming to mind when thinking of her honorary uncle. Sometimes she wonders how Jagged and Anarka managed to give birth to the most quiet (and shy, in Juleka’s case) kids she knows, considering their personalities! Kagami is the only exception to the rule since her quietness and composure comes from years of training and discipline.

“I have to go find dad, you know he needs someone to keep him in check and Penny is trying to get a night to herself. Are you sure you’ll be ok?”

“Yes, I'll be fine. Go find him and help Penny keep the few years that Jagged has yet to make her lose to stress” Marinette said with a giggle.

“Ok, but be safe. If you need anything just call and I’ll be right here.”

“I didn’t know I brought my mum with me.” She said with a roll of her eyes “Don’t worry, I’ll just stay on the side of the room, I’ll even text you if I decide to go and check if the gardens are as amazing as they claim.”

“Ok. I’ll see you in a bit then, you know dad wants to introduce you to his friend.”

“Oui, oui, now leave so I can people watch and judge if these macarons are good enough.”

After one last reluctant look at the petite girl he now considers a sister, Luka left to find his dad.

Marinette walks to the table holding the array of snacks and picks up a pink macaron, turning it side to side judging its appearance first and then taking a small bite. It’s not as good as the ones she bakes with her parents back home, but considering all she has eaten in the US in the past week, suffice to say that it was up to her standards. She would not mind having a second one.

Resting her back against the marble pillar at the corner of the room, she settles with people watching for the time being. Wandering bluebell eyes land on the group of kids on the other side of the room where they were playing with each other, before spotting the tall ginger gentleman in a crouch speaking with a little girl. At first she was suspicious, but judging by the little she can see of the interaction - the little girl giggling at something the man said - she relaxes a bit more, guessing it’s someone she knows or is acquainted with.

After people watching for a couple moments more, she gets bored and decides to indeed check the famous Martha Wayne Gardens, perhaps she’ll even get a strike of inspiration, who knows. Sending a message to Luka so he doesn’t worry,  she moves along to the exit, unaware of the little green eyes following her form.

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Roy Harper was definitely not listening to Jason Todd ever again. No matter what.

“It’ll be fun!” he said.

“I’ll be there with you the whole time!” he said.

“Lian will have fun!” he said-

Ok, that last one is true. She is enjoying herself and playing with kids her age outside of school. But still, WHY DID I AGREE TO COME TO ONE OF THESE THINGS? The suits are uncomfortable, the people are annoying, Jason is off somewhere (probably at the bar avoiding the dangling pieces of meat that can’t seem to understand the word ‘no’) the list goes on and on!

Turning around, Roy leaves to go check on the kids. He knows he doesn’t need to worry, the Waynes would obviously only get the best of the best, security included, so he knows his daughter is in good hands. But he still prefers it when he has eyes on his little girl, no need for unnecessary troubles…

And Jason can make fun of how she has him wrapped around her pinky all he wants, later.

Not like you can say much right, Uncle Jay Jay?

Going up to the little kids group, Lian spots him immediately and runs up to him, mischief clear in the same green eyes he sees everyday in the mirror.

“Hey baby. Everything good?”

“Of course daddy, I’m a big girl now! You don't need to go around worrying about me!” she exclaimed, puffing her little chest up and making herself seem taller to get her point across.

“I know princess. I’m sorry for doubting your capability of not getting yourself in trouble or not creating chaos”

“*le gasp* Daddy!” The grin that appeared on his face betrayed the look in his eyes. He would do anything to protect his little girl, mischievous or not. He’d do anything for her, hunt the whole world down for whatever she asked and from whoever had it, if only to be able to keep that smile on her little face everyday.

“I don’t get in trouble! Trouble is the one to always find me! What do you want me to do, ignore it? You yourself said that it was rude to ignore people..”

Oh Lord. She knew exactly what she was doing, and there was absolutely nothing he could do, so with a resigned sigh he looked up at his daughter again and cleans the little bit of cream from the pastry she was eating earlier.

“Was the cream puff so good that even your cheeks wanted a bite?”

“Yes! You should try some yourself!” The little giggle she released hid the glance she threw at the masked lady on the other side of the room.

“Let's go then.”

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Glancing around, the gardens were indeed quite beautiful. It’s a pity that Martha Wayne passed away, because even though it’s been years since the accident and someone else is in charge of it, it’s very obvious that the foundation of the garden is still the same as it was some twenty years ago.

With the care she is sure the gardens receive everyday, she can see why they’re called the best gardens in Gotham after the Gotham Botanical Gardens. But that is only because it’s Ivy who’s taking care of them - it doesn’t matter how good you may be at caring for plants, no one can beat Poison Ivy’s ability of bringing them to the best of their potential. 

It’s not long after moving around the gardens that Marinette hears her name being shouted from the entrance of it. 

guess it’s time to go back to that insanity. It was good while it lasted

Getting up from the bench she found around one of the several fountains, she fixed her dress and moved back inside.

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Seeing Lian try and “sneak” another cream puff from him, Roy decides that that’s enough. 

“Come on little troublemaker, enough cream puffs. Your daddy won’t be able to endure another sugar high session.”

Ladies and gentlemen and non-binary people, this single statement brings forth the most challenging battle Roy has ever fought - and if you know about his… nightly past time, you know that he’s had several and very complicated battles, some even had him on the brink of death!

I introduce you, ‘The Pout’, by Lian Harper!

Obviously, Roy can never say no to his precious little girl. Who would be able to after seeing ‘The Pout’. At this point, not even Jason can say he’s managed to achieve such a feat!

“Princess, baby, light of my life, don’t do this to me. Please!”

“But daddy, just one more!” ‘The Pout’ intensifies…

“You said that last time too…”

“I promise! I’ll even get away from the table! We can go outside to the gardens!” 

If Roy wasn’t so desperate to get his daughter away from the pastry and snacks table, he would have been able to identify the glint that appeared in his daughter’s eyes whenever she was up to no good. But alas, he was too busy.

“Ok honey, one last one and that’s that! You promised!”

“Yes, yes. Now let’s go into the gardens! I saw a fairy move there and I DEFINITELY need to meet her!”

“… a fairy?” The look of confusion on his face spoke volumes.

“YES! She was wearing a gold and red dress! And her hair was so pretty too! It shone in the light! I’m pretty sure only fairies’ hair shines like that!”

Thinking it was another one of Lian’s fairytail settings where he’s required to play along and help her uncover mysteries or save someone (*cough*princess Lian*cough*), Roy just sets her down, holds her hands and guides her to the closest balcony. It’s too cold outside for them to actually walk around the garden, but it’ll be fine to stay on the balcony where they can oversee them. Should be enough for whatever adventure Lian’s mind conjured this time. 

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“Daddy look! It’s the fairy!”

Looking out the balcony towards where Lian's small fingers pointed, Roy finally understood what she meant when she said she saw a fairy. 

There, standing in front of the fountain with a glass of what he can only assume to be the expensive champagne being handed around the party, stood the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid his eyes upon. Luscious strands of midnight hair fell down her back only to stop at the small curvature of her back. The strands were so dark it shone blue in the light of the full moon that for once was visible in the dark, gloomy and foggy sky of good old Gotham.

Her red dress fell down to the crisp grass he was sure Alfred kept at the exact same even height every single time. Whoever made the dress, knew for sure what they were doing, because it seemed to float even though he saw it drag through the grass  when she moved. Although there wasn't much he could make out from the distance he was observing her, he could still see the shine of the gold lining and details in the dress with the small movements she made. 

And wasn't that a blessing. Because when she moved, he was able to see a bit more of her features; the pale skin that seemed to glisten in the moonlight, and the blue orbs that shone as bright as the bluest of sapphires to have ever been found, looked in his direction, and he was sure that time stopped right then and there. 

Like some kind of spell, he was entranced by the beauty that stood feet away from him surrounded by the most beautiful of greenery, making her fit for the word his daughter had used to describe her: a fairy. A Garden Fairy. He should tell Alfred that he did such a good job at keeping the garden in shape, that it was blessed by the presence of the most ethereal of fairies.

After a couple seconds of eye contact, her attention was given to something else - probably someone calling her, from the way she seemed to react. And so, after another glance his way, the Garden Fairy (as he’s decided to call her until he finds out her name) turns fully towards the building and starts walking inside, finally vanishing under the big balcony he was standing in.

“Awww, she left Daddy!” his daughter spoke for the first time since getting into the balcony with him. Or he’s assuming it was the first time, since he was completely  entranced by the Garden Fairy and would probably not have heard any comment from his daughter. Which, by her mischievous smirk, was a very accurate assumption.

“She was very pretty wasn’t she? I told you she was! Did you see her hair? I told you it was amazing! I also want hair like hers!!”

“Yes, yes she was. And you were very right, she does have pretty hair. Maybe we should get back inside to get away from the cold and maybe find this Garden Fairy of yours to get some hair tips?”

“That’s a great idea! Let’s go!”

Picking up the 6 years old, Roy turns around to head into the salon, when his daughter gets his attention again. And the look in her eyes? It spelled trouble.

“But Daddy, I never called her Garden Fairy!”

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#maribat #dc x mlb #roynette #marinette dupain cheng #roy harper #liam harper #wayne gala #wingman liam harper #wingman jason todd #jason todd is a little shit #fairies #marinette is MDC

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

the beach conversation is insane actually im always being so mean to 13 for how closed off she is but it's insane what she does here like "ive never been able to", "it's what my life is", "not because i dont want to"

shes like sorry yaz i cant give you much but lets play doctors and students and reenact the anatomy lesson dr nicolaes tulp you be the doctor and the students and i'll be the body hang on let me hold up a lamp so you can see what we're doing

shes like sorry yaz i cant give you much i locked my hearts in this rusty vault and lost the keys but if i had a spare i would give you it i swear i promise i know thats not enough but i'd give it to you

"i cant fix myself" is how she starts. "i'll be fine, in the end, hopefully" she says like an hour after regenerating after describing just how much it fucks her up and how scary it is and how painful and how much of a gamble, really, how much of a leap of faith and hoping for the best, hoping for that net to appear because if it doesnt......... theres no backup

are you alright, doctor? are you okay? yaz has asked a hundred times without getting an answer. and now she finally does and it seems to recontextualise every dodge that has come before. stop asking, it's not the end yet, theres still time, a little more patience, i will figure it out, i will be able to give you a yes eventually im sure of it.

but now it is the end, regeneration looms again, time is running out, and this endlessly delayed answer sounds like a resignation. i cant do it. not in time. maybe not ever. but definitely not before the plane crashes and i take you down with me. i broke the universe and i cant fix it. it's too late. i dawdled too much.

and what this could have been, but isnt, because neither of them take it this way, think of it this way, because theyre too much alike, and not like this at all, but what this could have been, in intention and reception, is a request for help. i give up, i cant figure this out, but can you? the doctor doesnt mean this, and yaz has always been too attentive to the limits, too respectful of the doctor's boundaries (from "who, me? no. never doubted. don't know what you mean" in ghost monument to "can we just live in the present") to misinterpret it this way. so theyre on the same page. a page, as always, decided on by the doctor. but it does make the perfect set up for the finale

because i do think, sort of, that yaz fixed it. not you know the millennia of trauma but the specific inability of 13 to trust people. the clara/river/missy/bill my-friends-die-or-are-not-what-they-seem-or-both cant-hold-anyones-hand-but-my-own inability to trust her friends are her friends and they will not like explode into gore and viscera if she touches them (which now that ive said it i bet is what she has nightmares about. perfect match with what i think yaz has nightmares about which is the doctor exploding into gore and viscera and not being able to do anything abt it. actually the best idea i think ive ever written abt what yaz has nightmares about is "or you take off your coat and youre wearing dynamite", but i digress) that, i think yaz sort of fixes when she saves the doctor and saves the world and i think if 13 had lived she'd have trusted yaz after that in a way she couldnt before and maybe even that realisation of "you saved my life" in that weird malleable state of post-pseudoregeneration might have had a hand in why 14 is the way he is

#anyway #Them #sonya voice: i still think abt it #can you believe its been 2 years since sea devils???what the fuck #woughhhhhhhhhh #i miss them #i miss writing thasmin in like................that space #i love writing yaz/14 it's very cathartic #like hello lets Talk About Things #yesterday i wrote 14 saying 'it's new! i love new. new is great' which was so nice #my 14 is a lot more 13 than 10. theres no 10 at all honestly i dont care abt him #yaz/14 is just.........thasmin Continued #but anyway i do miss writing them all.............never saying anything #that got tiring after 2 years and its nice to like catharse all that tension now with yaz/14 but #doesnt mean that tension isnt an interesting place you know? #but anyway change is part of love #its fun giving them new problems too fhgkghgjhjh

[nena-96]

Here’s another Hinny fic for @corneliaavenue-ao3

The Tortured Potter’s Department

Clara Bow <- ao3 or read below!

Fluffy/humor

Harry was not a jealous bloke.

Alright, fine! Maybe he was jealous but who wouldn’t be?

His wife of three years was currently talking to the new rising Quidditch Seeker, of the HolyHead Harpies…..Clara Bow.

Before you say anything, he wasn’t jealous that Ginny was talking to Bow. Please, he was a better Seeker than Bow, if you asked him.

Alright, fine, so maybe he never helped win the Quidditch Word Cup, but that’s just because he torn his ACL and decided to become the DADA professor at Hogwarts. Which in his opinion was a much better career than being a seeker for Quidditch.

He’s changing the lives of his students, dammit! It wasn’t like he was out on the field or in this case at the Quidditch Awards Gala trying to steal someone’s wife, like little Miss Bow.

Clara Bow. What type of name is that? His name was much cooler than Bow. What kind of name is that? Does it mean she’s going to bow out the Gala and away from flirting with his Ginny?

He wasn’t blind….well he did have bad eyesight but even he could see that the seeker was trying to seek his wife’s attention all night! It had absolutely nothing to do with Quidditch at all, and everything to do with how beautiful Ginny looked in that backless red dress that she had on.

Fuck.

He shouldn’t remind himself how good she looks in that dress. It definitely wasn’t the time or the place to have his little (not so little, thank you very much) “Potter” pop up, as if it was asking, “is she close by?”

He needed to focus on something other than the constellation of freckles that his wife, Ginny had

all over her back. It was easier said than done, because at this very moment Clara Bow walked up to his wife, and had the audacity to place her hand in the center of her back.

Oh, did he mention that Ginny is his wife? If not, he should probably head down and remind Bow to keep her pesky little claws away from Mrs Potter. Except that wouldn’t be a wise move, since there were too many reporters here and he didn’t want to be featured on the front page of the Daily Prophet.

The-Boy-Who-Lived lost his wife to

HolyHead Harpie Seeker Clara Bow?

(read the exclusive on page 13)

That's the last thing he wanted, which is why he was by the bar, nursing a glass of Firewhiskey. When suddenly he heard a growling sound, it was odd. He placed his glass on the bar counter and turned his head to try and hear where that noise was coming from. Except, all he saw was other Quidditch players chatting amongst one another.

It was strange he could have sworn he heard a growling noise…..fuck it was him. To be more specific it was his ‘‘chest monster.’

In the words of his wise best mate, Ron Weasley, who also happened to be his best man for his wedding….Bloody Hell!

All this time he thought he had control over that monster that lurked inside him. He never felt this was before in years, and it was all thanks to-

“Harry! There you are, I wanted you to meet Clara Bow. She’s fantastic, truly one of the best seekers to have ever lived.”

Best seeker to ever live? In what world because not in this one?

Harry turned and saw both Ginny and Bow standing in front of him. Quickly he gave a fake smile as he lifted up his hand to shake Bow’s. “Oh, yes. Miss Bow it’s a…pleasure to meet you, I can’t say that I’ve seen you play before.” He grimaced the moment he let go of her hand.

That was a bold faced lie, because she was literally on the same team as his wife.

“Oh! That’s uhm, alright.” Clara laughed a bit awkwardly as if to diffuse the tension that was now clouding all around them. “Maybe you’ll be able to catch the game?”

“Yes, that would be great,” he said while trying to avoid the knowing look that Ginny was sending his way.

#Hinny #several sunlit daylights #the tortured potters department #Ginny Weasley #Harry Potter #Ginny x Harry #Harry x Ginny #nena writes #humor

[becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys]

Doctor Who, but Chronologically 25

I know I know, haven't done this in a while. Check the tag for past instalments

But it's 1905! One year on from all that Flux stuff, and while Jodie Whittaker is back as the Doctor and Yaz is here again we nonetheless have Graham and Ryan back too and no Dan, so who knows when all that's getting resolved. Meanwhile we're in New York meeting Nicola Tesla, who is played by Damien Moreau.

This is a painfully average episode. On the one hand it's fun and features space scorpions. On the other the companions do pretty much nothing this episode, so it's yet another example of "Why are these people here". Yaz comes closest to being relevant by convincing Tesla not to give into a scorpion queen while they're on her ship, but honestly, you could replace all three with sexy lamps and nothing would change about the plot.

Not a lot of plot happens really, and it doesn't happen for 45 minutes. Turns out Tesla has received a signal from Mars, which of course is currently full of Ice Warriors evicting the British Empire, so maybe that's what he picked up? Except everyone thinks he's mad, which is strange, since Britain literally colonised Mars to steal gemstones like two episodes ago. Honestly, it's almost like these episodes were filmed several series apart with completely different production teams.

Anyway Tesla signalled back, but it was asshole space scorpions, and now they want to kidnap him to make him upgrade their weapons or something. They have a queen who is fully humanoid and also played by Rani from the Sarah Jane Adventures. The rest of them literally just look like scorpions. This is a very Legend of Zelda approach to character design.

The episode is mostly a philosophical treatise about dreaming engineers who want to save the world being hamstrung by capitalism, so that's great, but tbh it's thin on character-work. There's a dreary bit where the Doctor phones the scorpion queen and says they aren't handing over Tesla so the scorpions should leave or else, and the scorpion queen says they'll kill the planet in that case, and the Doctor looks flabbergasted even though that was very literally what the scorpions had already said they'd do. I honestly do not understand the shocked reactions at this point. Then Tesla says he has to sacrifice himself in that case, and we get a more toothless rehashing of the Percy Bysshe Shelley vs billions of people debate that we had like ten episodes ago, and once again, lads, once again, I must stress that this is a STUPID way to watch this show.

Eventually they blow up the scorpion ship with the queen on board. How like a Tesla.

Very little in the way of meaningful events! There's a bit where the scorpion queen asks the Doctor if she's ever seen a dead planet and the Doctor says yes and looks a bit haunted. That's about it though. No answers to any of our hanging plot threads, but also no new questions, so we're Winning

Hanging plot thread list:

“She” (an unknown person) is returning (perhaps River returned as Missy. Maybe Me? Maybe Clara???!)

There is something on Donna’s back

An entire planet, Pyrovilia, just… disappeared, somehow. (Maybe because the TARDIS is exploding??? Saturnine was also lost, and that WAS because of the TARDIS exploding. The lion man’s planet was also lost but he was a bit of a knob about it if I’m honest.)

Amy is maybe dead (she’s not)

The Doctor has been cubed (he’s out, but how?)

River is possibly blown up  (unless she’s Missy)

The TARDIS has blown up  (It’s fine now. Except it’s sort of melting now because it’s corrupted, but it’s fine again)

The universe appears to have ended  (the universe is back again)

The Doctor has employed(?) Nardole (And Nardole was “reassembled???”)

There’s a vault in the TARDIS and it contains Missy but we don’t know why (sometimes she knocks for the bants)

What has happened to all these companions and where are the new ones coming from?

There’s an immortal Viking girl now. Her name is Me and she’s now looking after the people the Doctor abandons

What’s With The Silence?

Why was Rory entirely unconcerned by the entire world suddenly going silent when that is Not Normal and should have been, at the very least, extremely disconcerting?

What did the Doctor do to Queen Lizzie One?

Who is Captain Jack Harkness? (Is he the one who gave the companions a warning about the lone cyberman?)

Why is Amy seeing a one-eyed woman in a vanishing window?

What’s with the Doctor’s future involving getting shot by an astronaut?

Is Amy pregnant and why is it inconclusive?

Who is Sarah-Jane Smith?

How is the Doctor Bill’s teacher and why/where does he have an office?

What is going on with the Cyber War and the Cyberium???

Who did the Doctor lose to Cyber Conversion?

What happened with the Other Cyber War?

What happened with the Third War that deleted the void?

Why does Rose seem particularly important?

What’s with the Weeping Angel statues, and why can’t you blink at them?

What order do these Doctors go in? (Eccleston, Tennant, uncertain, Smith, Capaldi.)

Which companion just… forgot the Doctor, and how?

Yaz and Vinder are about to die as Mori/Mwri/Muuri

There is a Lupari shield around Earth.

What’s a Time War?

What’s the Rift?

What’s Bad Wolf?

What happened with Amy’s pregnancy?

In which war did the Doctor become a war criminal, and how?

Who is the Master?

Why has Amy forgotten Rory?

Is Rory plastic or not?

Why is the Doctor sulking on a cloud?

How exactly does the Doctor have a cloud?

What exactly happened with Strax to, uh, tame him?

Which friend killed Strax?

Which friend brought Strax back?

Where did this lesbian lizard and human couple come from?

What happened with Clara as Souffle Girl and the Daleks?

How does Clara actually join?

Why so many Claras?

Why is Missy apparently in robo-heaven?

Why is probably!Missy pushing Clara and the Doctor together?

What is Trensilor and what happened there?

Who is Handles?

The Doctor is about to be dissolved by a beautiful geode man

The universe is being crushed by the Flux

Will the Doctor open the fobwatch?

Sontarans are invading Earth again

Who is Kate?

Who is Osgood? Another name of Clara’s again?

The fuck is the deal with the Grand Serpent

#doctor whom #and yet we are continuing

[herbgroom]

Very well

Tell me everything about Pathologic. I wanna know what its plot is and who the characters are :)

(aka I wanna know if it's worth playing)

fuck yes, converting another prog friend to pathologic, this is like the 4th time it happens

so, pathologic is a game developed by ice pick lodge, a russian studio. the first game (we call it pathologic classic or pathologic 1) was released in 2005. it is the only version of the game that is currently complete so far, so I will focus on that one

it takes place in a time period that has been located as right after the russian revolution (so, let's say the 1920s)

you, the player, find yourself in the role of a healer, tasked to deal with a terrible plague that has afflicted a small, isolated town in the russian steppe

Characters

you can choose between 2 playable characters, with the 3rd being unlocked after you finished one of the other 2 campaigns

- the first one is daniil dankovsky, "the bachelor", he's a bachelor of medicine, whose life goal is to vanquish the most terrible foe of all: death itself. he's an outsider, who has come to the town in the hopes of talking to a mystical and mysterious elder that lives there, simon kain, rumored to be immortal. this is his last chance to prove that his work is going somewhere before the authorities shut his lab down for good.

gameplay wise, he's said to be the easiest. you start with a good amount of money, medicine, and a scalpel, which works as a pretty good weapon. you are also equipped with a "plaguefinder" which spots plague clouds before you run into them

- the second one is artemy burakh, "the haruspex", he was born in the town but his father sent him away in order for him to study medicine and surgery. the burakh family belongs to a special "caste" called the menkhu, who have an exclusive blood right to perform autopsies and surgery, that means opening up human bodies - it is taboo for anyone else to do it. after a worrying note from isidor burakh, artemy's father, he hurriedly comes back to town to find out what happened

his route is said to be "hard mode" and that's because, unlike daniil, you start off with a pretty roughed up artemy, no money, no food, no weapons

- third and final healer is clara, "the changeling" little is known about clara, and development wise her route was the most rushed one. still, clara is a mysterious teenager who was born from a grave, and is shown to have magical abilities. she believes herself to be good, miraculous even, but folks regard her as a liar and a thief

I haven't reached her route yet, so I don't know the exact details regarding her route, but all the mechanics you've grown accustomed to with the first two characters, disappear and are changed completely with clara. that is why you can only play as her after one of the other two

mechanics

if you want to play the game yourself, knowing these is fundemental

the game, at its core, is a survival game. you have to watch out for these stats

- health, it goes down when you're hit, after consuming pills or some kinds of food, and over time when you're infected. if it's at 0 you die

- immunity, your ability to resist the plague, it goes up and defaults at 50% after some time passes. the higher it is, the less likely it is for you to catch the plague. if it's at 0, you could get infected even by standing next to a plague cloud. you can boost it using specific pills, but mind you this bar is not a complete shield to the plague, you can still get infected regardless

- hunger, that is self explanatory. you need to eat to survive. food can be found in shops!

- exhaustion, you're not a superhero, you still need to sleep when necessary, but you can reduce fatigue with coffee beans or lemons (they reduce your health, though)

- infection, when you get hit by the plague, you get infected. that eats away your health over time, and if it's too high up, some npcs might start attacking you. you can get infected by traversing plague clouds, getting touched by sick people or getting bitten by rats. do not catch the plague.

you've also noticed a top bar called "reputation" reputation plays a big role. it is imperative that you keep it nice and full, otherwise people might start attacking you, and shops could refuse to sell you stuff. you can improve your rep by killing muggers and burglars, and by helping the sick, offering them medicine to ease their pain

the other stats represent clothes you can wear to reduce malus effects, such as being hit or getting in contact with the plague

walking

walking is 95% of the game. it is slow and it's the main thing that drives people away when they try to play, but in my experience, you get used to it quickly - also there are so many trashcans around to keep you entertained!

time

time is another fundamental thing to keep attention to when playing, some quests are time based, and if you fail the main quest for the day you can get locked out of later important events

combat

you can fight other people, but I do not recommend it. you can use melee weapons, from your fists to knives, or arms, a revolver, a shotgun or a rifle. using your weapons eats away their durability, and bullets are rare and expensive. do not fight if not strictly necessary

story

I'm not spoiling the story, play it yourself! my only advice is pay attention to the dialogue trees, they can get tricky and even fail you quests if you pick the wrong option

and those are the main points to look for if you want to play the game, I recommend it 👍 it's not really fun per se but you create your own fun, and it's pretty cheap on steam, so buy it! support indie developers!!

if you think about it, it's really like listening to a prog album, weird at first but then you find the beauty within and get obsessed and never let go

#pathologic #мор утопия #pathologic classic hd #daniil dankovsky #artemy burakh #clara the changeling

[unwinthehart]

okay so prima di tutto, scusa because i'm using your ask to share a lot of messy thoughts and nonsense about the sanremo duets:

annalisa with lrdl and bigmama 🤯 MI TREMA IL CULO just thinking about it, it's going to be a bopponeeeeee

i had to literally look up clara's song because i wasn't sure i understood it's El ciclo de la vida, but… i have a little bit of hype to see what they do ngl 🙃

occidentali's karma is back for good (i still think it deserved a better esc spot even though 3 of the top5 from that year were my favs)

geolier really said "i came to win"

there will be a lot of momenti fazzoletti but "who wants to live forever" will be my top

i think i'm one of the few people who didn't want irama to duet with rkomi. like, i LOVE them but at the same time i knew it'd be a little too much. keen to see what he brings to sanremo

i'm so glad that the rumors were right and mahmood will duet with i tenores di bitti. when he decides to go to sanremo, we all know he doesn't play around. he's here to win and all our cuoricini li ringraziano 🛐

la sad con rettore will make fanta points. same with ricchi e poveri ft. paola e chiara (sarà perché ti amo supremacy)

renga and nek said "if this hell of a contest is not about us, we are leaving"

sangiovanni with aitana…………….. i'm really going to have to watch the two worst hispanic-italian collabs in one week: these people in sanremo and beret with mr. rain in benifest. i don't deserve such a level of suffering. yes i'm the #1 hater of collaborations turning into a lousy translation of the song that doesn't fit the tempo, i wish they did a medley of songs from both because i would love to see ariston dancing to Aitana's hits

santi francesi make me tremendously curious but i think that's exactly why they always get me so hooked…

if you've made it this far, thank you… and sorry 😅

I literally asked for this, so it's completely fine by me! ahaha I wholeheartedly agree with "mi trema il culo", I'm already seated. We WILL survive, but barely. Yeah Clara's singing the song from The Lion King. It's a whole thing, but good for her I guess? lol Geolier absolutely didn't come to play, like many others, but he truly went all out. It's gonna be absolutely fucking crazy. I'm gonna be so insufferable.

Momenti fazzoletto for sure: I would add Angelina because, as I said in another ask, she's gonna sing a song by her late father and the song itself is deeply emotional. Yeah I'm not that mad about the missing Rkomi & Irama opportunity, they did (are doing?) a tour together after all, and Irama will be another one of the "fazzoletti moments". He can do great with that song and his voice. La Sad-Rettore/Ricchi & Poveri with Paola & Chiara will be pure CINEMA. I'm so here for that. Mr Rain is on thin fucking ice, what with the Benidorm thing too, but he's chosen a song that always makes me fucking cry, so lol I agree with the Aitana-Sangiovanni thing: it would have been nice to hear some more of her songs, to do a medley. Sigh. I'm still deciding about Mahmood tbh. I thought the exact opposite, like he didn't care about competition at all (there would have been choices more "paracule" to do that), but just about doing a classy thing. An emotional performance. It will be undoubtedly good, not sure how much the juries and televotes will eat that out.

#ask #maneskings #NOTHING to apologise #i loved it!

[jimblejamblewritings]

luck be a (leading) lady | part 10.

[Posted 2022.09.29]

Summary: Y/N has always been a background character. That’s just life for some folks isn’t it? But what if she’s determined to not just be another member in the ensemble? What if someone helps her step into the spotlight in her own special way?

Warnings for the Series: a teeny bit of angst but mainly fluff, slow burn 

Pairing: ricky bowen x black!reader

Word Count: 3.1k

A/N: I’m thinking 3 or 4 parts left after this. It won’t go much further in the story than when Ricky and the reader actually get together.

A/N II: My writing style in this isn’t my favorite but I never realized how hard it would be to do hsmtmts as a series fic. I still love the plot though so I’m going to see it through but serious thank you to all the readers that enjoy this story because I’m honestly not sure about my own writing here. 

Previous Part | (Series Masterlist)

“What’s this?” you asked in the morning when you left Honeycomb to see Ricky at the door with a cherry popsicle from the food hall. 

“They don’t have smoothies here and I’m pretty sure the nearest McDonald’s is twenty miles from here.” 

You sighed. “I’m guessing I’m not Anna or Elsa.” 

“Sorry.”

“What did you get?”

“Kristoff,” he said, not quite looking at you. 

“Really?!” 

Ricky stood at the door for a moment after you ran back inside. You came out with an instant camera around your neck. Taking Ricky’s hand, you practically pulled him towards the cast list. Yep, there you were as the ensemble. But Kristoff was a big deal. Ricky gladly let you move him to stand next to the cast list so you could take a picture. You turned after feeling a tap on your shoulder. 

“Morning, Val,” you said quietly.  

“I know casting directors don’t have to justify their choices but I feel like I should explain.”

“You don’t have to. I know I’m shy but I’ve been in the professional program since I was nine, I’m used to not getting parts. Just wasn’t for me. Or it was but someone was better. I can never remember how Bennet says that phrase.” 

“Well, I love the attitude. But, no, this one I do. You were honestly one of my considerations for Anna or Elsa but paired with Gina and your voice is too light to be Elsa. And you both are amazing dancers but you played Clara s—”

“Playing the lead cost me the lead?” You asked in confusion. 

“No. Well, yes. But I want to use your ballet in the show. So you couldn’t be Anna. You did bring your ballet stuff like all the years before right?” 

“I have a sneaking suspicion I’m playing a personified snowflake.”

Val clicked her teeth while giving you finger guns before walking away. You had to laugh. You turned back to Ricky to take another picture. Gina and Kourtney were dragged into your picture. They all smiled largely. You handed each of them a polaroid that they held like a porcelain doll. Ricky took your camera from you. 

“I heard Val. You need a picture too, Prima.” 

“What’s Y/N doing?” Ashlyn asked. “It says we’re both ensemble.”

“Is it playing a person?” Carlos asked, still salty he was Olaf after being Lumiere.

“A snowflake,” you answered. 

Ricky held up the camera. “A very special snowflake… That came out…”

“Just take the picture, Ricky.” 

You were fighting everything in you not to laugh. He handed you the picture and your camera back. You agreed to show him around the camp while waiting for the hours to pass until the campfire. He had seen the entire camp by lunch time. Instead of eating in the food hall, you and Ricky ate on the pier of the lake. 

“So why is it called Shallow Lake if this giant thing exists?” He asked as he took a bite of his sandwich. 

“It used to be a lot bigger than this way before it became a camp. It’s also not nearly as deep as it looks. Almost everyone can touch the bottom, you might need to be on your tippy toes but still… Hey, you don’t mind if Gina and Jett join our log, do you?” 

“No but wouldn’t Gina be with EJ?”

“He’s working on the script tonight cause of the read-through tomorrow. It’s kind of eating up all his time so I told Gina to just hang out with us and try to forget about it for a bit.” 

“Well, I’m totally fine with them joining.” 

You both started to head back to your cabins to get stuff for the campfire. It was supposed to be a night to sleep out in the woods so you advised Ricky to bring a sleeping bag or find a tent buddy. The two of you met back up at the actual site. You went to your favorite log right in front of the fire. The large brooding presence behind you was clearly Jett. Without looking, you handed him a blanket. 

“You could try to look a bit more enthusiastic… Hanns.” 

Jett just sighed. 

“That’s a big deal! Ricky, please tell Jett playing Hanns is a big deal.” 

Jett didn’t really seem to care if the message came from someone other than you. You decided to drop the matter for now. Ricky was pleasantly surprised when you sat in between him and Gina. He honestly thought you would sit by Jett. He didn’t know what was going on between you two but Ricky wasn’t sure if you even lit up that much with him and Gina. 

“This is Maddie’s favorite time,” you said as you dropped your head onto Ricky’s shoulder. 

Maddox gave you a smile before turning her attention to the other campers. You weren’t kidding about this being her favorite night. She loved scaring people with the story of the woman in the woods: Susan Fine of Shallow Lake. Despite hearing the song that started the story, you still tapped your foot as EJ and Maddox sang it. EJ disappeared back into his tent as soon as it finished. Maddox stood up to walk around while speaking, she felt it really enhanced the story. You listened intently so she would always have someone to look at in case she felt the others weren’t paying attention. 

“And what Susan Fine when she wandered out here by herself?” 

“Corbin Bleu’s helicopter?” Jett half asked, half stated. It earned a light round of laughter from the others. 

Maddox stumbled over her next lines. “N-no. She was out in the woods for so long that she never came home. And it was so long ago that she still roams to this day lost, hungry, and angry.” 

“You guys, am I Susan Fine?” 

“You are pretty angry dude,” Ricky joined in on the joking. “Like all the time.” 

The laughter died when Maddox got visibly upset. Her scary story time was turning more into campfire laughter than anything. She stormed off, making you and Jett look at each other. You tilted your head but Jett just looked away. With scary story time effectively over, everyone started to retreat to their tents. You stayed at the fire with Ricky while Gina and Jett both left the log. 

“We have all the stuff for s'mores. Gadget kind of stormed off before handing them out. You want some?” 

“Sure but first I promised Carlos I’d help him scare Kourtney.” 

“Well, I will be here, eating a s’more and acting like I know nothing.”

Ricky patted you on the shoulder before walking off. You weren’t sure how they were going to scare Kourtney but you were positive it was going to be elaborate. It must have worked according to the screaming you heard minutes later. Ricky came bounding back in a fit of laughter. He accepted a s’more and dropped back down on the log. 

“Wow, it’s quiet without everyone out here,” he said as he reached for a bottle of water. 

“Yeah, a little too quiet.”

“Don’t tell me you’re scared?” 

You rolled your eyes. “Oh, you wish, Ricky. I just meant usually you can hear the other campers doing stuff. I guess everyone called it in early tonight.”

“Or Susan Fine got them.”

“I’ve been hearing that story for seven years in a row. You can’t scare me with it.” 

“Are you sure you’re not scared? Because my heart is racing.” 

Ricky grabbed your hand and placed it flat against his chest. You felt his slightly fast heartbeat underneath your palm. After a few moments, you pulled away with a scoff. He wasn’t going to prank you like he and Carlos just pranked Kourtney. You refused to get scared. Ricky smiled as you bit into another s’more. This was the first proper alone time he had with you in a while. And while it wasn’t the park and milkshakes, this was definitely just as good as Midnight McDonald’s. 

“You’ve got some chocolate right… Here, I’ll get it.” Ricky’s thumb gently wiped at the corner of your mouth. 

“This is why I don’t eat these often. That and Jett refuses to even look at marshmallows. How do you hate marshmallows?” 

Ricky’s hand faltered. Right, Jett was a thing. Potentially? You looked up at the sky after finishing your last s’more. Ricky looked up for a little bit before looking back at you. 

“What if we slept out here? I think I’ve only slept under the stars twice in all my years of camp.”

“Why not?” 

The two of you grabbed sleeping bags from your tent and went back to the campfire area. Sleeping under the stars proved more peaceful than either of you thought because you didn’t wake up until you heard singing. 

“Is that Sharpay?” you asked a bit groggily. 

Ricky sat up straight. “Sharpay song… Carlos’ voice. I think we might have missed something important.” 

“Well as long as we aren’t late to rehearsal, I think we’ll live. Speaking of which, we don’t have much time to get ready.” 

You both jumped out of the sleeping bags and began the brief walk back to the main camp area. While you were changing into proper clothes after taking a shower, Maddox was lovely enough to tell you that Carlos’ singing was because they were trying to impress Corbin Bleu. Well, the plan was to impress Corbin Bleu. His helicopter hadn’t arrived at the time they thought it would. You couldn’t care less about that and were actually kind of glad that you slept in. 

The more you thought about the documentary, the more it sounded like a bad idea. If you had only looked closer at the release forms but you assumed it was the typical release forms for when Camp Shallow Lake wanted to film campers for promotional videos. Your goal with the documentary was to not bring much attention to yourself. If you were in it then you were in it. But you wouldn’t go out of your way to garner Corbin or his cameraman’s attention. There were enough stars at camp who could do that. 

“You clean up nicely, Mr. Bowen,” you said as you entered The Barn. 

“Back at ya.” 

“What is Val having us do?”

“Stretch and a compliment circle. I think we got the compliment part out of the way.” 

“We are such overachievers.” You started to stretch properly. 

The stretching circle could have been comforting if it wasn’t for the fact EJ was circling you all like a hawk while he read the script over and over again. You weren’t sure why he was so nervous. This might have been his first time directing but it wasn’t like the cast was full of newbies. If he thought this was hard, he should see a week of classes with the Guppy Troupe. Eventually— and hopefully soon— he would get over the perfectionist director persona he seemed to have randomly adopted. 

Corbin and his cameraman came marching through the doors. You weren’t sure how it was possible that they had more enthusiasm in the morning than the entire cast combined. He started walking past each of you one by one. You snickered when it looked like Ricky tried to get a hug that was rejected when Corbin didn’t even pay attention. He gently pushed you but that didn’t stop you from snickering again. As you all gathered in the friendship circle to give light back massages, you looked over to where Corbin and his camera guy were talking. The camera dude gave you weird vibes. You weren’t sure why he just seemed odd. Corbin was kind of weird too, though. Maybe that was Hollywood for you? 

He had some odd advice to try and pull emotions out of people. At one point he suggested that Kourtney and Gina use their real life to inspire. The idea itself made perfect sense except the example he gave was asking if they both liked the same guy. You and Ricky laughed off to the side. Gina and Kourtney had completely different tastes in men. Also how pretentious of Corbin to assume they both liked the same boy, what if it was a girl? Not with those two but he didn’t know them to know that. You laughed even harder when it was suggested that Carlos was the guy. His face deadpanned. 

“Yes, that’s me. The notorious womanizer of the group. Somehow pulling all the ladies I show no interest in.” 

The cameraman— Channing— turned the camera away from the two girls and focused on you and Ricky since you two had been laughing. He got an extra tight shot to really highlight that you were resting your head on Ricky’s shoulder. As an ensemble member, you didn’t need to look at the script for lines. If you guys weren’t singing then you weren’t speaking. So there wasn’t much else to do but just listen to everyone else. Ricky held up a hand slightly. 

“There’s no drama between any of us. We’re all just really good friends.” 

EJ agreed. “This is a pretty drama-free zone.” 

Corbin gave a forced smile. “Okay let’s just move on. You were at Kristoff’s part.” 

“Hey, my ice,” Ricky read. He poked your cheek. “That’s you.” 

“That’s me.” You did spirit fingers, making the others chuckle. Val had let everyone know the extra role you were taking to really make the show next level. 

“Kristoff picks up his bag of ice while Anna and Hans are oblivious,” Val read the stage directions. 

Gina picked up. “I’m sorry, so sorry… Jett’s line is next.” 

You lifted your head from Ricky’s shoulder. “He’s not here?” 

With a sigh you got up from your chair. Channing kept the camera on Ricky who just kept watching you. Maddox grabbed your arm before you left the doors. 

“Why do you still try with him?” 

“Maddie…”

“Go, fine, go find him.” 

You looked around the entire camp multiple times. Either he was actually lost or was oddly good at evading you every step of the way. But it wasn’t in Jett’s nature to avoid you. He might’ve ignored you but that was after you sat next to him. He never got up to leave and he never purposely tried to make you leave. So where the hell was he? You gave up looking but told Dewey who was going to call someone. Stomping your way down a small hill, you found Ricky and Gina practicing lines. Wow, you didn’t realize you had taken up that much time looking for Jett.

“Y/N!” Gina called out, holding up a piece of paper. 

Ricky tried to grab it from her but she stepped out of the way in time to hand you the paper. The words Ricky’s Bucket List were plastered at the top. The first idea that immediately caught your attention was hug a celebrity. 

“Is this why y—”

“Gina already laughed at me on your behalf.” 

“I wasn’t going to laugh… Say yes to something that scares you?” 

“Was agreeing to date Lily not scary enough?” Gina asked. 

“Will you two leave me alone?”

You linked arms with Gina. “Come on, G, let’s go find a space rock so Ricky can complete his dream of walking on the moon. 

She threw her head back in a fit of laughter as the two of you left Ricky to keep practicing his script. It was important to get ready for movie night anyway. You were glad to have missed the rest of rehearsal with Corbin and Channing. You tried to fill Gina in on all the details of how everything worked at camp including movie night and which popcorn flavor was worth it. The movie was supposed to be High School Musical 3 but apparently Gina had asked Val to change it. 

“I’m not trying to say anything to anyone but I think you could help Kourt,” Gina said as you kept walking. “I think it’s anxiety maybe.”

“I’ll keep an eye out for her but asking Val to put on her comfort movie was a great idea.” 

To make sure Kourtney felt comfortable, you and Gina left Ricky and EJ to share a blanket and shared with her instead. Of course, Gina still took the side that put her next to her boyfriend. Kourtney seemed to feel calmer as she ate popcorn and watched Camp Rock. Almost all your attention was on the movie. The rest of it was thinking about your individual rehearsal with Val tomorrow. It was necessary that she and EJ split responsibilities to get the show done in time. That meant you needed private time to figure out what she wanted from you as a snowflake/ice block. 

All you knew of Val’s plan so far was that you would be there for Kourtney’s Let It Go number to help with the magical effects and then you were doing a little bit of Carlos’ In Summer and then dancing with Ricky because Kristoff’s entire personality was that he loved his reindeer and ice. It wasn’t nearly as intense as ballets at the Saltwater, especially the upcoming one, but you were still nervous all the same.

Ricky left movie night a bit early, not feeling up for watching the mini talent show afterwards. He wanted to be up early to work on lines and enjoy more of the nature side of camp. The boy nearly jumped out of his skin when he opened the door to the cabin and saw Jett laying in bed while reading a book. 

“You’re back?” 

“Look, I already got a lecture from Val. I don’t need one from you.” 

“We were counting on you dude. Y/N spent the entire day looking for you.” 

“She always does that, it’s kind of our thing I guess.” 

Ricky scoffed. “That’s a bit messed up to do to someone who cares about you. I get it grumpy sunshine is like your thing but you could’ve even tried to tell her you weren’t gonna be there instead of wasting everyone’s time.” 

Jett closed his book and propped his head up on his hand. “Just a question. Are you actually upset because I took off or does this somehow have to do with Y/N?” 

“Whatever.”

“Great comeback.” Jett went back to his reading.

Ricky ignored him for the rest of the night. It continued into the morning, even when Jett reluctantly stood next to him as they walked to The Barn. You weren’t there yet, probably listening to the music and trying to figure out a dance to it. It wasn’t like you were really needed until lunch. This morning was supposed to be Kristoff and Anna work mainly. Ricky took a seat in one of the chairs set up in the middle of the room. Carlos, Val, and EJ were standing in front of everyone with creepy smiles and a posterboard presentation on a stand.

(part 11)

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[marmar-woff]

M!ik 267 thoughts...Part III

Finally, the last pages. And what pages they are! Take a moment to appreciate the beautiful art of Nishi Sensei. What a masterpiece of a page.

Kirio have reached another level of insanity. He has kept his fantasies about Iruma in his head. Voicing only some wishes, like wanting to see him or meet him or saying they are destined. Now he's actually recreating them as much as he can. He set up a stage, the fancy venue, the fancy clothes, the good music. Many details. He's basically role playing at this point. We knew the guy was kinky (who isn't in this manga? Demons will follow their desires). And these details:

The couples dance

Now this is the type of dance ppl must do in an event such a Deviculum. But in these dances typically there is gender roles. The man leads the dance and the woman follows. Kirio put himself as the man, the one in charge, in control (adding to the fact that he set this up). And Iruma (the dress) as the girl, the one who follows. (So we have a little of heteronormativity n misogyny given that Kirio kept the gender roles n put Iruma in the weak one, considered that this was the one for the girl. But also fuck heteronormativity for wanting to put Iruma in a dress. I doubt he knows Irumi...right?)

The empty dress

It could easily be that he couldn't find a right partner or no one wanted to put on with this mess up game. Nevertheless, using that dress could mean that he wants for Iruma to be there. Iruma and only Iruma, anyone else will contaminate his delirium.

The Promising Secret Meeting at a Grand Event! Like lovers who have been forbidden to see each other, therefore one of them crash a party to see the other (I bet he would said something like "I did all of this for you").

And Deviculum, I want to know more about it. It was said that it is not just a "noble party", but something that was important in the demonic society and is marked by the hierarchy, since only high-ranking devils can attend. So Kirio has two reasons to go incognito, his wanted-criminal status and his low rank (I think he is rank 2).

On the other hand, Azz just recently got rank 5. I'm guessing he will have his Deviculum debut, with Iruma as company (It would be wholesome if there is a least a invitation to dance from either Iruma or Azz to the other). Oh, yes, adding to the drama. Kirio and Azz together again (now that is kinky). If I'd have my way (And I usually wouldn't) Ameri would be there too I just miss her sm. I don't think there's a reason for her to be blind to the whole Kirio's thing. Beside she and Azz had become close before because of Iruma, they could be allies to protect him from Kirio. Ultimely, Azz would have to talk w Iruma about Kirio, both of them have something to say (and please bring Clara, I know it's a deeply serious situation, but that's why they need her, to give some light and hope to the dreading thing)

Can't wait for that deviculum and all of them being together.

#mairimashita! iruma kun #m!ik #iruma kun #kirio Amy #iruma suzuki #Asmodeous Alice #Analysis #i finally finished this #Now two more chapters #Luckily those are more easy #welcome to demon school iruma kun #M!ik analysis

[bunbeeplays]

The Lemon Legacy: Generation 1, Chapter 16 - I'm With The Band

On the first day of spring, Ophelia arrives at the La Coppia Serena wedding venue to sign some paperwork and get to know her temporary coworkers. She's greeted by the pianist and guitar player from the Laurents' wedding band, Let Them Eat Cake.

???: Hey, you're our singer, right?

Ophelia: Reporting for duty. Hector hyped you guys up on the phone. You must be Moses.

Moses: Guilty as charged. This is Drew, they're the guitarist.

Drew: Hey, cool to meet you.

Ophelia: Is the usual wedding singer upset about me taking this gig?

Drew: No, she was fine with it... Until she fell while rock-climbing. Poor Clara.

Moses: And our DJ Candy died in a fire. Neighborhood Stories has not been kind to us lately.

Before she can ask further questions, the group hears an indignant cry from across the courtyard.

Drew: Ugh. Tiff finally got the bad news.

Ophelia: What bad news?

Moses: You're the bad news, sweetie.

Tiff: This is outrageous! You promised me I'd get to sing for the Pizzazz gig!

Hector: If you recall, my dear, we said IF they liked you. There's no denying you're talented. It was nothing personal! We needed to make sure they went with our band and we had an ace up our sleeve.

Tiff: No, you had some spoiled brat with next to no experience! It's like you're TRYING to run this place into the ground!

Hilary: Tiffany, you're being unfair. Just because she's younger doesn't mean she hasn't put the work in. You'll still play lead violin during the ceremony.

Tiff: No one pays attention to who plays at the ceremony!

Hilary: If you're worried about being the center of attention, then working in the wedding industry isn't for you. We've put up with your attitude for a long time, but your talent can only get you so far.

Tiff: But-

Hilary: Enough! Ophelia is who this client wants, and for now, this is a one-time thing. As a long-time employee, you have seniority and will likely fill the open singer role permanently. Keep acting like a primadonna and you will no longer be considered.

Hector: Now, darling, that's a bit-

Hilary: No, I'm tired of her constant disrespect. If she thinks she's too good for this business she can work elsewhere. This is your final warning, Tiff. If you want this new job, if you want to keep working here period, start acting like it.

Ophelia: Uh, could either of you make that out?

Drew: Tiff's pissed.

Ophelia: I gathered. Who is she?

Moses: Lead violinist. They mostly play during the ceremony.

Drew: Oh Watcher, here she comes. Don't look her directly in the eye, you'll turn to stone.

Tiff: Hello, Ophelia, was it? You really lucked out, huh?

Ophelia: Uh, I guess so.

Tiff: Well, luck only gets you so far, kid.

Moses: Tiff, be nice. She's the reason any of us still have the Pizzazz gig. Penny and Miko were gonna bail before Hector told them about Ophelia.

Tiff: It's not my fault they don't know talent when they hear it!

Ophelia: Look, I'm sorry if I-

Tiff: I don't need your sympathy! I have more skill in my plumbob than you have in your entire body!

Drew: Meh meh meh meh meh

Drew: Tiff, if I heard correctly from your screaming match over there, you're supposed to be on your best behavior. Don't you have better things to do?

Tiff: Hilary's full of empty threats. Hector would never let her fire me. But yes, I do have better things to do, like practice.

Drew: So yeah, that's Tiff.

Ophelia: What's her problem?

Moses: Don't take it personally, she's a jealous Sim. She'll get over your beef.

Ophelia: What beef? I barely said two words to her!

Drew: Tiff has been playing violin here for years but always wanted to be the singer. According to her, this was her "big chance" but Penny and Miko didn't click with her. Didn't help that when Miko showed up Tiff thought she was a random teen and tried to get her arrested.

Ophelia: Geez.

Drew: If it makes you feel any better, she's kind of the worst to everyone, except sometimes Hector.

Moses: The man's a saint for putting up with her.

Ophelia: How am I supposed to deal with her breathing down my neck?

Moses: Don't worry. Tiff's all bark and no bite. She mostly keeps to herself. She's a loner too. And self-absorbed, but that speaks for itself.

Ophelia: Damn, she really got a bad random trait roll, huh?

Drew: It's a good thing she's pretty.

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[besidesitstoowarm]

nah i'm not done being pepe silvia tonight actually. i'm like throwing up thinking about "the giggle" i need to rewatch actually i think i might be able to process it better. however

i think it's amazing that tennant said he didn't consciously try to make fourteen distinct from ten, he just played the tenth doctor after 15 years. so the result you get is, essentially, ten if he remembered being eleven, twelve, and thirteen. and the fact that he's back with donna, it's just these echoes. the davies return, even, all of it, it's an echo. the consequences of s4, the specials, echoes through the runs of THREE other doctors in the same way tentoo's single heartbeat echoed back to keep drawing donna back into the doctor's orbit. everything is still the same and yet nothing is, we're back at the beginning, it's not a timeloop but it is a spiral. it's like poetry it rhymes

and so you get the toymaker's gay little puppet show where he shows donna the fate of the next few companions (i pointed at the screen like the leo meme and said BILL REFERENCE out loud when she was there. is bill anyone else's fave like for real god tier companion). and the doctor keeps interjecting when it's implied he killed them, no amy chose that, no clara chose that, no bill chose that. that wasn't me, that was the angels, that was the raven, that was the master. and the refrain: WELL, THAT'S ALRIGHT THEN. breaking the accent, cutting deep

bc that was ten's whole thing, wasn't it? that savior complex, that MARTYR complex. he goes off the deep end into the time lord victorious because he thinks he's above the rules, he can save people even when they don't want to be saved– it's almost cope, the way he talks to adelaide. everyone lives or dies by his command, his desires. if he wants to save them, he will; it not, well, too bad. the toymaker is confronting him with the fact that not only does he leave collateral damage wherever he goes– he takes these idealistic, adventurous young women into essentially a war zone every day bc he doesn't want to be alone– but that he both IS and IS NOT responsible for their deaths

specifically, like. they would not have died, not the way they did, if they didn't travel with the doctor. he put them in harms way over and over again on PURPOSE. sure they had free will but those were in situations that never would have existed without him. he killed them, even if he didn't pull the trigger. so that hurts his desire to save everyone, to protect people. "just this once everybody lives." but then! it's also NOT in his control. they chose to die, they chose their fate. HE IS NOT GOD. HE CANNOT CONTROL THEM. the toymaker is in essence saying "you're a murderer, even indirectly; and you are not in charge of this game" which is like, his whole thing. and of course, the obvious angle that just bc the doctor didn't kill them, that doesn't alleviate the guilt he should feel. yes, amy chose the angels. bc her husband was already gone. so that's alright, then, huh? you couldn't save adelaide bc she didn't want to be saved. you should learn that lesson

is most of this intentional? doubt it. but when has that ever stopped me

#Doctor Who #The Giggle #The Doctor is such a matryoshka doll of a character

[jennnasmith]

hii this is a jenna and matt fic!! its not a ship but it’s a nice small one that ive made up about matt coming to surprise jenna behind the stage of LEMONS!! i really hope you guys enjoy this so yeahh tysm!<3

LEMONS SURPRISES

it was a cold breezy night in london, not for jenna and aiden of course! they had both only just finished their play called LEMONS(x5). clara and aiden bowed in front of their great audience “thank you!” yelled aiden, jenna had also yelled “have a great evening!” the curtains slowly began to go down as the audience whistled and clapped their hands together.

jenna and aiden went back stage, they had a few laughs together then went back to their dressing rooms. Jenna had a huge room, she was fixing her short blonde hair “what a mess..” she thought to herself “i dont even have much time left because i have to sign people’s posters and stuff” jenna was clearly tired from the show but she did whatever to make her audience happy. Jenna quickly put on her long black coat until she had two loud knocks on the door “come in!” called out jenna, it was one of the workers backstage, she turned around to look at the worker “yes?” the worker leaned his head against the door and said “there’s someone waiting for you, by the name matt” jenna looked confused “matt..” “matt!?” she exclaimed “but why would he come-“ jenna was speechless, actually she was too speechless. “Tell him I’ll be there in one moment!” the worker smiled and shut the door. Jenna began to brush her hair and fix her red lipstick, still repeatedly thinking “why is matt here?” “as in matt smith..the eleventh doctor!?”

eventually jenna looked better than before, she rushed out her room and noticed matts profile from the back, she’d never forget how tall he was compared to her. Matt didn’t notice jenna but she began to run towards matt, he was wearing a black hoodie, jeans and glasses “MATT!” jenna shouted. Matt heard jennas voice he turned around, this reminded him of when they were filming doctor who jenna used to trot around matt (matt actually said this just search what matt smith and jenna coleman will miss the most!!) “jenna!” matt exclaimed. Jenna jumped onto matt for a hug “what are you doing here?!” asked jenna as matt put her down “oh i just decided to surprise you after how many years..” “10 years” Matt’s face widened, pure shock! He began to slowly touch jennas face to see if she was actually real “10?! GOODNESS JENNA YOU STILL HAVE THE SAME FACE” matt yelled. Jenna mocked what he had just done to her “Boy you havent changed too” replied Jenna as she began to giggle, matt had the biggest smile “we definitely need to catch up on a few things” “y-“ jenna was cut off as she was told to go outside “wait there doct- matt! I just need to do this” Jenna began to walk off outside as matt watched her leave him again.

Jenna finished off giving her autographs to her fans who watched the show “sorry about that” chuckled jenna “it’s fine it’s fine” replied matt “so do you want to go out?” “excuse me?” giggled matt “no! as in to a cafe!” Matt nodded, jenna & matt began to sneak out of the theatre without paparazzi’s trying to take pictures of them and cause scandals again. The both of them had sunglasses on to hide their identity, they reached a cafe nearby luckily it was empty and just small. Matt and Jenna sat down on a table just for two “so you’ve definitely gotten bigger after that clara oswald role didnt you” jenna nodded “i do admit that I miss playing clara but I’m afraid she won’t be coming back” matt chuckled “same with me to be fair” jenna looked up at matt and smiled “i mean there’s a higher chance of you coming back since you played as the doctor although i hadn’t, i only played as a companion for two seasons like the others” jenna sighed “oh well, i wouldnt be able to probably anyway! Ive got house of the dragon” replied matt “fair enough” jenna ordered a coffee for herself and a cup of tea for matt without even asking him what he wanted “how did you know I wanted that?” asked matt “matt i think you forget how close we were before we split up, a cup of tea is your favorite part of the day haha” matts smiled began to fade. “I wish we could act in more stuff together jenna” jennas smiled dropped “me too but we’ve lost contact for 10 years and people would start to get suspicious over us” matt nodded at jennas comment “wish i was in the sandman with you” “as if!” matt laughed, “but really I do! I miss seeing you drink weird things in the morning” laughed matt.

Jenna and matt were handed their drinks “so hows tom?” Asked matt “tom? oh, we split up awhile ago” answered Jenna “who are you with now?” “Jamie” “jamie??” “childs, jamie childs” matt smiled “what about you Matt? there’s a scandal about you and milly alcock” matt raised an eyebrow “oh?” jenna smiled in a teasing way “it’s nice to see you two together” matt scratched his head in embarrassment “yeah yeah whatever” jenna giggled “remember the scandal of us two” mentioned matt “oh don’t remind me! my goodness!” Jenna gasped from that memory “those fake photos they did..lord!” Matt was laughing a little bit too hard “i wish we could go back in time” jenna muttered while she took a sip from her coffee “if you really want to act with me again how about we put a show on together? us two as the main cast?” suggested matt, jenna looked up at him? “but what at about?” asked jenna “all sorts! you can make it a comedy, musical, adventure mystery or maybe a romance..! people do say we play amazing as a couple” teased matt “oh shush” jenna laughed

the two of them talked about their ideas all night in the tiny cafe of london.

thank you for reading!! <3 if you have any suggestions please message me or comment them! thank you again!

- sophia

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