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chronically-ghosted · 4 months

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between the earth and sky (lover, share your road - prologue) series masterlist | AO3 Link | part i

chapter rating: T (series: E)

word count: 1.1K

chapter summary: how Joel Miller's forefathers came to settle the southern plains

chapter warnings/tags: references to genocide (human and animal), racism

a/n: Miller County was a real place!

Vincente Ramón Morelos with his wife María Guadalupe Rodríguez Saldaña went in search of a better life in 1848.

Exhausted from the bloody revolution against Spain, then the devastating loss at the hands of white “rebels”, the childless couple leave the southern hill country by the San Antonio river to go north, to find peace, in a place that the Anglos have never touched — so promised Señor De La Cruz, a former comandante like Vincente, who shared his dream of wide, open spaces, and a sky that stretches into infinite possibilities.

This land they marched across, with its barren trees and flat golden spreads, is nothing like anything they’ve ever seen before. The wagon chain the Morelos follow whispered in hushed, awed tones. María reached out the side of the wagon, letting her hand brush against brown thistles, watching how the reed springs under her fingers, how it tickles her palm. She never knew the earth could be so soft – teasing her with some great secret it’s eager to share. She looked to her husband and he glowed beneath the rich blue sky and bronze sun. Maybe this was God showing her how to fall in love with a new home.

Towns became few and far between. In a transitory cattle town, Vincente listens to two vaqueros tell stories over a loose game of poker about a briefly-disputed patch of land, five hundred miles east, one that exchanged ownership three times before disappearing into obscurity. But a single name settled permanently, before its township ever could: Miller County. Vincente quietly related to that blurring of identity, a loss of a permanent place to be known and loved, so when going through towns of white Texan Anglos that distrusted his olive skin and aquiline nose, he told them his name was Vincent Miller and he was, like all others, looking for a place to call home. He found it north of what would become Amarillo, and south of what would be Dalhart, between the Canadian and Red River, rivers that never seemed as endless and deep as the Gulf from his childhood.

By the spring of 1852, Mary (formerly María) and Vincent, established on their acre of land, had welcomed two girls and were expecting a third child, who ended up being a boy. This boy was given the name John (though his mother called him Juan at home) Tomás Miller, after Mary’s grandfather. As a boy, John learned from his father Vincent to listen and trust the Kiowa, the Comanche, the Gods of the Grass Sea, who were said to have been born with a heart of a buffalo. Who walked with prairie chickens and raced the pronghorn antelopes. Recognizing a kinship with nomadic blood of the Millers – once Morelos – the Comanche taught them what it meant to use the land as one uses a brother for support. Use in kind, but treat just as kindly. Avoiding what the Anglos referred to as “dry farming” because it was only the Anglos who believed, by sheer force of will, they could make rain come down from the sky. The Comanche were shocked by their arrogance. As he grew older and stronger beneath that heavy sunshine that had endeared his mother to these foreign lands, John maintained his father’s relationship with The First People, even aiding them in keeping the encroaching Anglo homesteaders off the lands of the buffalo and the blue grama grass.

When John married in the summer of 1885 a woman whose skin burnt easy in the sun, but had hands rougher than a sailor’s, Vincent was surprisingly happy for his son, because Jennie Sarah Hansen was quick-witted, brave, and possessed a rare quality when it came to the regards of the Tejanos and The First People – compassion. Disowned by her own family for such a trait, Jennie came to live with John, his father Vincent, his mother Mary, with letters from John’s two sisters and their families coming from down south every month.

Joel Ramón Miller was born in the late fall of 1891, followed shortly there by his brother, Tom – Tommy, because Tom was too serious for a boy with a smile like that – and the lineage of working under blue skies in endless dunes of buffalo grass was passed down, third generation of Vincent, who lived to see his oldest grandson turn five before quietly, with dignity, leaving this world in his sleep.

Tommy Miller continued to look towards the sun and, as a young man, followed it west. But Joel, like his father, like his grandfather, like the land itself, kept watch over the ones he loved from the porch of that a-frame house, the one his father built for his mother. For a time that included a woman with dark skin and darker eyes out of Alabama. And then it was just the baby who came from her, who came from him. Sarah, named after his mother who was as fierce and resilient as the buffalo grass and as beautiful as the endless sky.

As far as Joel Miller was concerned that was enough. The two of them – him and his babygirl, with the plums and the maize, and the secrets of this wide wilderness handed down in partnership from the Comanche and the Kiowa, because the Millers knew what to keep and what wasn’t theirs, or anyone’s, to own.

Until the day came when the buffalo were slaughtered by the thousands, and the once great Gods of the Grass Sea were felled, both driven to extinction by a force that held no compassion or concern for the lands it swallowed.

The cowboys over in the XIT, runners of cattle in the land that used to tremble beneath the hooves of thousands of buffalo, started to complain first. Rumbled that no good was to come of any of it; the American government gave too freely; real estate agents and land developers promised too much. Those arriving in the prairie came only for the green that the wheat boom offered, and had misjudged the quietness of the plains for emptiness.

Joel Miller watched as towns bloomed overnight, model E’s rumbled off the new railway lines, and nesters and sodbusters burrowed into their dugouts like wolf-spiders — at the cost of the beautiful, bellowing sea of grass. The bison were long dead, the Kiowa and Comanche now ghosts between the stalks of blue grama, and a wind was coming in from the north.

It whispered to those who could still listen and would heed its warnings.

And Joel Miller, with his only daughter, listened and waited and didn’t like what he heard. First, the drought came. Lasted ten years. Then the economic freefall that blew out entire financial systems on a global scale.

And then, like a ghoulish nightmare, a specter of death that came from the ill-resting spirits of the bison, came the dust storms.

The air crackled with electricity, car radios clicked off, overwhelmed by the static. Ignitions shorted out. Waves of sand swept over the roads. Children were lost and found thirty feet from their back doors, dead, suffocated on dust. Five thousand feet tall, wider than entire cities, this was blind vengeance, a reckoning well-deserved.

And for the first time in his life, Joel Miller was afraid.

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zeestarfishalien · 6 months

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Oops, John Constantine Found Family

[Day 1 dpxdc week 2023; John Constantine // Found Family // Oops]

• John Constantine/Box Ghost/Lunch Lady

John curses the Infinite King the first time he’s asked out to dinner.

It’s ridiculous, the parents of the little ghost child are loud and obnoxious and…definitely not endearing in the slightest. He’s sure he’ll be sick of the word “beware” before the end of the night.

But it is and he’s not.

He agrees to another dinner, more to prove to himself that this would never come anywhere close to working. He doesn’t get nice things and these two are just so…ridiculous and it’s so different from how his entire life has been, one nitty-gritty moment after the next; dooming his soul for power and favors.

But they aren’t turned off by his life or his rude demeanor. They like him and they show it. Against all odds, they just work.

And to think it all started with the end of the world…

~•~

John hates when he’s the last call, the hail mary pass, for the end of the world. Most of the better options for solving problems take time to put together, which is something few on the Justice League seem to understand and even fewer (read: None) seem to remember when a big threat comes about.

Since it’s potentially the end of the world, what’s one more time selling his soul going to hurt?

Possibly a lot this time. The King of Restless Dead holds sway over those that fall in the in between. They are historically stronger than most demons and spirits and on par with most deities. And since it is a title one by conquest most of the time the one to take over the throne is more powerful than the previous holders.

Now John really isn’t all that keen on joining the King’s legions but like he’s mentioned previously, end of the world and all that.

It’s a fitting enough end for him, he thinks and he hopes that his planned contract doesn’t have any loopholes for the King to take advantage of. Loosing the King of Restless Dead, King of the Infinite, King of the space between worlds, upon Earth for them to wreck havoc would probably cause Batman to revive John just so he can kill him again.

So it’s with a heavy heart and skyrocketing blood pressure that John starts chanting the words to bring the King of Ghosts to Earth, this Earth here and now. He’s got to be specific. Every single word matters…

…

John doesn’t know what he was expecting. A terror of the night? A horrific figure or possibly some sort of Eldritch entity that nearly melts his brain with its very presence?

Not a teenager that’s for fucking certain.

He’s not…he’s not certain what exactly he’s seeing as a funky little girl with blue skin and pigtails hikes herself up to peek over the teen’s shoulder.

He opens his mouth, probably to spit out some snarky comment or another but something in the teen’s eyes stops him. Then the overwhelming power hits him with the full force of a speeding freight train.

His lungs are too tight, too full. He can’t breathe, he can’t even twitch a bloody muscle under those glowing toxic waste eyes. The teen tilts his head, assessing John, weighing his tattered and bloody soul.

“What do you want, Laughing Magician?”

And that’s a fucking title. The King has his fucking title in hand with just a glance at him. The teen is all seriousness despite the little girl floating up to rest her upper body on his head like being The King just means he’s a glorified babysitter. She’s unaffected by the roiling waves of power washing off of him and crashing into John repeatedly.

He swallows and chokes on it because his throat is suddenly too dry. He coughs a few times before sinking into a bow.

“Oh King of Restless Dead and all those trapped in between death and life, I came seeking your aid to save this world and its inhabitants.” He doesn’t dare look up no matter how crawly his skin feels or how the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.

“Ohhhh. Oh yeah, I was keeping an eye on that but then Boxy asked me to babysit the tyke here. It’s that bad already?”

John has to fight every cell in his body not to look up at the King and give him a taste of the incredulous look on his face.

“We’ve lost several heroes already and countless civilians. Superman is stuck in recovery after an attack, he can’t be out there. Wonder Woman has a broken leg and Batman is no-“

“Okay, okay I get it.” He interrupts, “It’s bad. I’m on it. I just need one thing in return.”

“My soul?”

“Ewww no.” John finally does look up at that just to catch the genuine disguston the teen’s face. “I need you to watch little Boxy junior here while I take care of this. She’s too young for the battlefield.”

“But I’m not qualified to take ca-“

“Thanks!” The King plops the little ghost girl on John and she grabs onto him while he’s too shocked to respond. It’s a good thing she’s a ghost and can fly since it takes him entirely too long to wrap his arms securely around her.

She’s studying him furiously and seems to find him suitable since she eventually grins and introduces herself.

“I’m Box Lunch. Who are you?”

“John,” he answers and that’s all he planned to give her but she stared him down with her beady little red eyes, waiting. “John Constantine and as His Majesty said, I’m also sometimes called the Laughing Magician.”

“Ohhh, so you have lots of names like Danny does.”

“Danny?”

She sends him a flat look.

“You’re kinda slow aren’t you.” When he doesn’t respond she lets out a big sigh, something she definitely doesn’t actually need. “You call him King and use one of his titles but you don’t know who he is?”

Now that’s an answer. And an alarming one at that. Just how high in the ghostly courts are her parents that she can casually call the King by name?

“I uh…” he fumbles a moment for words. “News and info about your world doesn’t cross the veil to here very well.”

“Oh…” She says it like she didn’t realize that. “Oh yeah, that’s Danny’s world. I’ve never actually been to a living realm that wasn’t Danny’s.”

“Not even when you were alive? Or were you from His Majesty’s world?”

She levels that unimpressed look at him again before sighing the worlds biggest sigh. Highly entertaining coming from someone so young and so small.

“Come sit with me.” She floats to the floor and snags his hand to drag him down too. “I will teach you Silly Magician.”

He follows, not sure how to tell her no thanks without upsetting her, so he goes along with it.

~•~

By the time that The King in all his teenager glory popped back in, John and Box Lunch were snuggled into a nearby couch with John reading to her from a spell book (it’s the only thing he had on hand and he made sure to only read the kid safe parts to her).

And the rest is, as they say, history.

More accurately the continuation of John’s very very strange life but details, details.

#cursed casket offerings ship #magic lunch box ship #dpxdc #dcxdp #dpxdc week 2023 #rarepair #polyamory #polycule

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six-costume-refs · 1 month

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IRL Sixsona Designs Pt. 2: Makeup Edition

Hey y'all! This is second in a series of a few extra sixsona posts that @lightleckrereins and I are doing this week. The first post is here, showing the real-life vinyl inspirations we used!

This time around, I'm doing yet another hypothetical: what makeup would be used for each sixsona design!! My list of makeup recommendations for Six cosplayers is probably the post I'm second-most proud of (after sixsonas ofc). When I was initially working on that I kept seeing makeup that would be perfect for some of our sixsona designs, so because I have absolutely zero chill of course I had to figure out the full makeup plots for each.

The basic rules were - one glitter - one eyeshadow palette - and two additional products to fill in any gaps, as needed (this included fun stuff like an extra glitter or liquid liner, but also practical things like additional eyeshadow shades when needed or a liquid base for more sheer colors)

White (swing): Colourpop palette in Cloud 9, NYX Metallic Glitter in Lumi-Lite, Danessa Myricks Colorfix Matte in Lift, Urban Decay Moondust Liquid Eyeliner in Pyro

Yellow (A/B): Nicka K Pop Neon Palette in Oh Honey, With Love Pressed Glitter in Pineapple, MAC Dazzleshadow in It's All About Shine, Glisten Cosmetics wet liner in Bananas Cream (A/S): Beauty Bay (42), NYX Ultimate Glow Shots in Come Thru Coconut, Colourpop Super Shock Shadow in 3rd St, Colourpop Super Shock Shadow in In Harmony Bronze (A/C): BPerfect Cosmetics in Compass of Creativity North Skintones, Lemonhead Spacepaste in Dirty Penny, Haus Labs Hy-Power Pigment Paint in Copper Shimmer, MAC Dazzleshadow Extreme in Objet D' Art

Mint (B/S): Nicka K Pop Neon Palette in Lucky Charm, With Love Pressed Glitter in Mint, Haus Labs Hy-Power Pigment Paint in Mint Matte, Colourpop Super Shock Shadow in Life Coach Coral (B/H): Kimchi Chic Palette in Citrus Queen, Slayfire Cosmetics in Peaches & Scream, Danessa Myricks Colorfix Matte in Phoenix, Glisten Cosmetics wet liner in Rose Quartz Emerald/peacock (B/P): Cozzette Beauty Palette in Blue-Green, Designer Dust Co in Water Country Flakes, Danessa Myricks Colorfix Metallics in Firework, MAC Eye Shadow in Carbon

Amber (S/C): Colourpop in Rock On, Danessa Myricks Infinite Chrome Flakes in Hot Lava, Danessa Myricks Colorfix Liquid Metals in Hot Fire, Lemonhead Spacejam in Rainbow Road Peach (S/H): Colourpop in Sweet Talk, Lemonhead Spacepaste in Mulholland, MAC Dazzleshadow Extreme in Kiss of Klimt, MAC Eye Shadow in Shell Light blue (S/P): Colourpop in Blue Velvet, Designer Dust Co in Carolina Bae Micro, Danessa Myricks Colorfix Foils in Mermaid, Colourpop Super Shock Shadow in Ice Dream

Magenta (C/H): Beauty Bay in Berries (16), Designer Dust Co in Bubblegum Bae Micro, Colourpop Super Shock Shadow in Roy G. Biv, MAC Eye Shadow in If It Ain't Baroque Maroon (C/P): Juvia's Place in The Berries, Lemonhead Spacepaste in Wine Safari, MAC Pigment in Gold, Glisten Cosmetics wet liner in Bloody Mary Lavender (H/P): Juvia's Place in The Violets, Barry M Biodegradable Body Glitter in Hypnotic, MAC Dazzleshadow in It's All About Shine, Glisten Cosmetics wet liner in Amethyst

Some credit info: Designs for white, yellow, cream, mint, amber, peach, magenta, maroon, lavender + all sixsona art featured here by @lightleckrereins. Original designs for bronze, coral, emerald/peacock, and light blue are mine. I did most of the sourcing work for the makeup, but Sofia created the inspiration + made final decisions on the makeup for all her designs.

#2023 sixsona project #2022 sixsona project #game art #six makeup #six the musical #six musical #six costumes #sixsonas

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yellow-berrys · 1 year

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commitment | sirius black x reader

summary: maybe growing up makes you unsteady. (slowburn, but written super fast bc i’m not patient enough LOL !!)

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There were rushes of rose petals everywhere in the school. The soft, silk-like surface grazed against your fingers every time you reached a hand out to disrupt their patterns of hearts and proclaimed messages of love from one student to another. It was Valentine’s Day, and you loved it.

Even though there was no one to celebrate it with, you did like the blushing boys acting as if the flowers their partners presented them with didn’t make their year. And the pretty pink peonies that sat in the vase on McGonagall’s desk. Her husband had given them to her.

Sirius Black thought he had made it clear enough. He threw pointed glances at you, but you just blinked back at him, turning back to your conversation confused. He thought it was a good contrast to his usual air of nonchalance, of unbotheredness.

A candy that landed in your hands signed off with his initials had been poached by Peeves, but you saw the three letters. S.O.B. You thought it had stood for “Society of Business”, and laughed the shameless, blatant advertising off.

As he sat next to you in class making constant conversation and throwing in the most obvious flirts, your ears simply glossed over them. He was infinitely flattering and infinitely smooth, but he was like that with every single girl, even the ones he never had any interest in.

You, knowing he couldn’t be serious, didn’t mind. In a couple hours, he’d be flirting with someone else.

—

“Does she even know I exist?” Sirius flopped onto James’ bed, eliciting an annoyed grunt from the latter.

“Probably not,” James replied, “That or she’s bloody oblivious.”

A quieter voice piped up, “She just knows your reputation, Sirius. I don’t think she wants to get hurt if she believes that you like her and then she turns out to be so wrong.”

Peter’s comment left a silence in the room.

“Insightful, Wormtail,” James agreed.

Sirius groaned into a pillow. “What do I do?”

“Dunno, Pads, I’m no maestro, I’m still failing at wooing Lily.”

“Maybe you need to be more obvious, Pads,” Peter advised, “Be more forward, make an effort.”

“I am.”

“More.”

—

So Sirius did. He asked one of your friends for your timetable, which they gladly gave him, giggling.

It was labelled with thoughtful things like “McGonagall’s favourite flowers are pink peonies.” And “Slughorn enjoys pineapple crisps.”

“So, what’re you planning on doing with it, Mister?” She asked him and if he was embarrassed or nervous, he didn’t show it.

He said coolly, “Remus needed it to consolidate the times for prefect duties. He’s at the library right now.”

She giggled again, “Sure, sure. Run along, Ravenclaw house needs me to change the riddle.”

He bumped into you on the way to the library, after seeing LIBRARY written in your handwriting underneath the last class for today.

You weren’t headed to the library, but away from it, and collated your things which had wobbled in the jostle, smiling politely at him. “Evening, lovely.”

“The evening is quite lovely, isn’t it?” You replied confusedly at his poor phrasing, “Remus isn’t in the library, Sirius, it’s far too beautiful of an evening for even a bookworm to be cozied up in the library.”

“I wasn’t looking for Remus,” he smiled at you, pearly white teeth flashing and dark grey eyes looking so, so, sweet.

“Oh, well I must let you be on your way then,” you clutched your books to your chest and regained your steps.

“Don’t. Let me hold those for you.”

“They’re not that heavy.” You still held the books out for him.

“I’m sure, lovely,” he says as he takes them out of your loosened grip.

“How was Valentine’s Day?”

“First, no, second Valentine’s that I’ve third-wheeled Peter and Mary.”

“Really? Set your eyes on someone, have you?”

“Matter of fact, I have.” Your eyes sunk momentarily in thought, a sadness forming and dissolving within you. You sort of liked Sirius, despite all the girls and the glamour. He was harmless underneath his cold front.

“Damn. I would’ve never thought of the day Sirius Black, Gryffindor casanova with the sparkling grey eyes and stoic attitude, would settle,” you joked.

“Well you can think now,” he insisted, “And you know the girl.”

He hoped you might’ve connected the dots.

“Sally, Polly, Harriet…” you rattled off name by name, and to no avail, because you never saw that special glint in his eyes.

“A little closer to home.”

“Marlene?”

“One day you’ll get it.”

You huffed, “This is stupid. I’ll never get it.”

—

“Why doesn’t she know, Moony?”

“Pads, you can’t expect her to, it isn’t so obvious on her part at least.”

“I swear I’m making it as obvious as I can!”

“Really? Because you’re being pretty secretive about it all.”

“Am not!”

“Maybe you’re just not ready, Sirius.”

And Sirius thought about it. He surely was ready to love you, but he wasn’t ready to outwardly express that.

“It’s okay if you’re not comfortable with it yet, Pads. Feelings are complicated, and these ones especially are all so new to you.”

“Maybe I’m not ready yet. Is that- is that okay?”

“It’s perfectly fine.”

—

“Would you, like, commit though?” Your friend asked, head in her boyfriend’s lap.

“I don’t think I can. Having another person rooted deeply in your life makes it harder to navigate it freely. I enjoy the liberties of being young, and I don’t want to give that away.”

“Your…admirer…would you date him if you knew who he was?”

“I don’t think so, why, I’m barely old enough to form coherent thoughts, I can’t establish a relationship this young. My prefrontal cortex is still developing!”

The boyfriend chimed in, “He’ll wait, I’m sure.”

“He doesn’t need to,” you smiled wistfully, “This will just be a fond memory I’ll look back on and say, ‘Wow, it sure felt nice’ to my grandkids. I’m not ready and that’s perfectly fine.”

—

Through the rest of your years at Hogwarts, you kept on receiving random but thoughtful gifts, things in your favourite colours, patterns, catered to your hobbies. As Lily grew closer to James you found yourself around Sirius quite a lot. He had grown even prettier than last summer, you thought, he looked more relieved, less reserved. His hair curled into little tendrils and his grey eyes had lightened a little.

When you graduated, directed right into Auror training at 17, you and Lily agreed to share an apartment right by Hogsmeade, where Lily was training to become a professor. And as the war approached steadily, Lily soon received her position in Potions, and her and James moved to be a little closer to Hogwarts. She found out she was pregnant and became anxious about how close the war would breach so she moved to the establishment with the highest level of protection- Hogwarts. You were shipped to Albania, barely twenty years old, in the rocky, unsteady terrain, fighting the Death Eaters. The battle lasted for a year, and it ended in a Ministry victory. It was a ghastly matter but the Minister had ensured many hundreds of doctors, therapists and psychologists were hired to keep you safe. The Death Eaters treated their own forces terribly, resulting in a rebellion and eventual dismantling of the force. Voldemort had left a lightning scar on Harry Potter, who was to be heavily connected to him, but He Who Must Not Be Named was killed right after.

You didn’t come home a different woman. Maybe you had changed a little though. War had toughened you up but the scars had been healed nicely on your body. Perhaps you had also grown up. Most importantly, after seeing so much lack of longevity and mortality in Albania, all you desired was steadiness.

After being promoted to Head Auror, your role became managerial and consistent, and at the ripe old age of 21, barely old enough to drink, you reunited with Lily and the Marauders. Peter, you realised, was now in Azkaban for his crimes. Sirius still looked the same, he modelled for famous magazines, clothes brands and looked painfully similar to his Hogwarts years. Remus was enjoying a peaceful life in Wales with Tonks, a fellow Auror.

You always blew by pictures of Sirius sultrily staring into the camera, clad in a trench coat worth thousands of dollars, or shirtless. It made you miss him, the soft underneath the cold, the warm underneath the hard. It made something in your heart yearn for the first time just to look into those grey eyes again. It also made you irrationally angry. They didn’t know the best side of Sirius, they knew this side.

—

As you did sweep past large posters and flashing screens, you made your way to the ToysRUs. Harry was turning 2 in the next week and you were looking for a fake broomstick. As your fingers brushed along the plastic of a toy guitar, a deep voice boomed, “Sweetness? Is that you?”

You looked around and met familiar grey eyes, the owner smiling so gently as he ran a hand through his hair. Pink rose onto his cheeks and he stumbled ever so slightly whilst striding up to you. He stopped before you, stalling, and there was a moment before he was scooping you up, hugging you till you couldn’t breathe.

“I can’t believe you’re back, darling,” he whispered, and your heart swelled, “Marlene, she’s back!”

Oh and your poor heart, falling faster than your head over your heels. Of course Sirius had someone now, he would always have someone anyways, just never you.

“So I was right in that conversation,” you murmured, and he grinned.

“Were you?” He felt much more confident and ready for commitment. He only hoped he might be able to win you over.

Marlene appeared, grinning and you screamed, tackling her, squealing in her ear.

“Why can’t I get this reception?” Sirius asked.

“Black, you’re the one who facilitates it. It’s always been like this, I remember,” Marlene winked at Sirius who scowled handsomely.

“Oh Marls, I’m so glad to be back, for heaven's Albania has not a single charming view. It’s all rubble now anyway. At least the beast is gone. It’s all done. Harry’s safe, James is alive and can inherit Monty’s shampoo business. How are you, Marls?”

Marlene smirked, very feline-like. She really hadn’t changed.

“Perfect. Sirius and I are sharing an apartment and I’m just about to move out. Say, why don’t you move in? Sirius bought it anyway.”

“Yeah, I could, I’ll pay rent too,” you nodded towards Sirius, who pulled Marlene aside. It made your heart ache.

“Marlene, we didn’t agree on this.”

“Dorcas and I are moving in together anyway, I’m doing you a favour.”

“I’m going to be flustered 24/7! They do shoots at my house, you know? I’ve got to look put together.”

“You’ll be fine. Keep shopping with her, I’ve got to run.”

“Marlene-“

“C’ya dude.”

As she fled the scene, she winked at you and you turned to Sirius.

“Anyway, how are you, Sirius? Jeez, you look exactly the same as you did five years back.”

“Fine, lovely, modelling and all that.”

“Just all that? You own your own apartment, Sirius, you’re 21. That’s amazing!”

“What about you, sweet thing? Heard you’re working in the Ministry now.”

“Not the politics side, just the Auror department. Did you hear? Rowan Gregory…”

You eased into your old conversations, and your eyes settled on a beautiful mini broomstick.

“That one?” You looked up at Sirius.

“That one.”

He took the broomstick off the shelf and grinned at it, “Jimmy’ll love this one.”

“Lily won’t,” you laughed, “I’ll go get some books.”

As he stood there dumbfounded, a worker stacking boxes grinned at him. “Whipped.”

“Like cream,” he replied, smiling back.

“You might want to tell her,” the worker nodded and he just shook his head, “Am I really not being obvious enough?”

“What enough?” You reappeared, carrying a stack of books.

“Let me take those,” Sirius interjected before the worker opened their mouth.

“They’re not that heavy,” you sighed, even though your grip had loosened and you were already handing him the pile.

“I’m sure.”

You smiled to yourself. He really hadn’t changed much.

—

You felt trapped in this party, the flashy colours flamboyant for your taste and intriguing music nothing you could snob about.

So you slid into a room, presumably the host’s. You didn’t even know why you were here, you were tagging along with Lily to this party that everyone had been raving about. Sirius was here, and so was James.

Lots of couples stumbled into the room, before running out, as they saw you gloomily looking around. One flicked you a twenty dollar note and told you to “have some fun, babe,” before she left with her boyfriend. You sat on the floor, properly exhausted.

Knocks on the door followed and you were surprised at the person’s politeness. “Come in,” you say and they stride in.

It was Sirius. He hadn’t been drinking, partying or dancing too hard.

“Hey,” you greeted.

“Hey,” he offered you a little mug of hot chocolate, “Gracie said you weren’t feeling very well.”

You grimaced, “Gracie was correct. Return the twenty to her, will you? Say she can keep it for her honeymoon to Madagascar.”

He pushes it gently back into your palms, “I will. Do you want to talk?”

“I just don’t like this party, I guess. The music reminds me of Albania.”

He replied with a thoughtful, “You know, this is my apartment.”

“It’s nice,” you say genuinely.

“Yeah.”

And Sirius felt lame. He really couldn’t do anything with you looking up at him, eyes burning with interest.

“I can’t do this,” Sirius groaned, “Do you like me or not?”

“I- of course I like you, Sirius,” you reply, delicately.

“No, do you have feelings for me?”

“I might.”

“Do you?”

“I like you, okay?”

Sirius sat there frozen and you sighed, waiting patiently.

“I couldn’t- I couldn’t like you.” Immediately his eyes snapped open, “Wait- that’s- no, that’s not what I meant.”

“That’s okay, it’s okay, it’s fine,” you whispered, more to yourself than to him, before exiting quietly.

—-

You never told anyone about the incident, moving in with Sirius seamlessly. But you buried yourself in work and friends, trying to ignore the way your heart ached whenever you saw him. This would just be like the school days, and those had passed eventually.

You almost had forgotten about it all when you received a text message from him.

Meet me at Bonnie’s Cove.

At the same time, Marlene wrote to you;

We need you at Bonnie’s Cove.

Bonnie’s cove was a lovely expanse, filled with inky orange and crimson hues as the setting sun waned into the pearly whiteness of the moon. The masts of boats were illuminated by the constellations of the navy sky, and rails guarded the rocky shores from passerbyers.

Your hair was whipped by the evening gusts of dry wind as you stared into the distance. You would have never imagined your life taking this certain turn of events. You were tapped on the shoulder gently and swivelled to find Sirius, an earnest look on his face, donning the most beautiful ochre coat.

He leant over the railings, hair falling and quickly being swept back.

“I wanted to clear up what I said the other day.”

“You don’t need to, Sirius, really,” you reply quickly, smiling, “I’ll be over it in some time.”

“No, when I said that I couldn’t like you, I only meant another thing.”

You sighed.

“I meant that I have feelings that are too elaborate to be just like. I love you, and I have since we were sixteen.”

“Sirius…”

“I know, I messed up, and I’m sorry, but I’m being serious,” he paused, his eyes slates of authenticity, “If you will,” he adds with a tiny upturn of his lips.

You stand over the railings, and it feels liberating as you see him against the sunset.

“What do you want to do now?” you speak softly.

He seems to regain himself, “Maybe a date or two,” he reciprocates your quiet tone, “Or a hundred. We can go from there, take it slow.”

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Yeah.”

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elektroblues · 10 months

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"Mary Rug" by Anita Lane. Photo by Elena Popa [X]

The “Mary Rug”, which showed in a 2017 exhibition in St Kilda curated by [Emily] Humphries, was the last major artwork Anita produced and made public. She painted her “infinite prayer”, as Emily calls it, on a massive cut of carpet in her garden in a zoned frenzy. Emily describes how Anita stained the rug to sully it, transforming it to create a portrait of a trio of women: shimmering, bloodied, and metaphorically walked upon. Sorrow meets the archetypal. Anita was an “ephemeral” artist, says Emily. “She danced her work through the kitsch and familiar scraps of objects.”

#anita lane #art #x

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imsiriuslyreading · 11 months

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Come on, Remus! Let’s go out you miserable bugger!” Mary had spotted him peering out from behind the curtain, and was hanging out of the driver's side window.

“Yeah, come on, Lupin! No one’s gonna shag you if you’re cryin’ all the time!”

“Fuckin’ hell, Barty, that’s not exactly encouraging,” Mary chided Barty, their guitarist. “Nob,” Remus muttered under his breath.

“Oh, but calling him a miserable bugger is?” Barty shot back. “Get with it, Macdonald. All he needs is a night out and a bloody good fu-”

“REEEEEEMUSSSSS!” Lily was yelling above the two of them, now. “Come out! We miss you!”

Remus laughed, despite his mood. He knew he’d better get down there pretty sharpish before the crowd of heathens ended up provoking Mrs Pince from downstairs to come outside and threaten to slash Mary’s tyres. Again.

“Would you lot shut up?!” he shouted with a grin. “You’ll get me kicked out.”

“Come down, then!” Marlene was joining in now, barrelling out of the back doors of the van and waving up at him.

“Yeah, you’ll never guess what, Rocket Man!” Mary shouted up at him. “...Should I be worried?”

“Get down here and find out, dickhead. Or we’re leaving without you and you won’t wanna miss this,” Barty yelled.

Remus rolled his eyes and stuck his middle finger up at them, closing the curtains. He heard them all cheering as he looked around his bedroom to find a jacket and some clean trainers to put on. He wondered what else to bring with him, and decided to travel light. Headphones, weed, cigarettes and a book.

I’m working on a new wolfstar thing 🤭

it’s loosely based on Nick & Norahs infinite playlist and i’ll post the first chapter when the love of my life (ao3) returns to me (us).

it’s called Rocket Man ✨

https://archiveofourown.org/works/48509509/chapters/122362951

#wolfstar #nick and norah #barty crouch jr is a menace #i’m having so much fun #i’m obsessed with all of them #i’m excited for you to see remus’ car #bahahahahahah

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annabtg · 4 months

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James Potter the Great? What's that about?

So, funny story!

You know The Great James Potter. This one came from a first draft of the first 4-5 pages, which lived on my external hard drive and which I went through when I started writing again. I knew I'd worked more on it at some point after 2013, but couldn't find the newer file.

Well, I did find the newer file about a year ago in my emails as an attachment to a friend/beta, so James Potter the Great (working title xD) is what I'm going to do with those bits I didn't manage to incorporate in TGJP! In order not to write the same story twice, though, I decided to give Lily a different journey this time - more focused on the challenge of being Muggleborn and how she ends up with someone who the public considers "out of her league". I'm aiming for a long oneshot - I'm 5k words in it and nowhere near halfway.

Here's a snippet:

“What –” she repeats, incredulously now. “You don’t really believe –” “No, but they do.” Mary’s eyes flash. “And they’re all going to make your life a living hell if you set your eyes on a pureblood. You have to be careful.” Lily can only huff in response. Mary is Muggleborn herself, and she has been the target of pureblood awfulness a little too often for her liking; more often than Lily, who is a prefect, a teachers’ favourite, and infinitely more likely to retaliate. It’s only natural that she’s learned to watch her back, and she cares enough to not want her friend to find herself in the same position. Yet, the fact that she’s right does not quell Lily’s indignation. They’re all witches here, Lily more capable than most, thank you very much, and quite pretty as well, if she says so herself. She should be free to fancy whoever she bloody well wants to. (Not that she fancies James Potter. But, you know. If she wanted to.)

WIP tag game here!

#wip tag game #my snippets #jptg

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astarab1aze · 4 days

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➥ Flame of Ambition

⸻Technical Information. // Face, Voice, etc.

01. Faceclaim. Tatsuomi [ Gokurakugai ] & Gilgamesh [ Fate Series ] & Chikage Kazama [ Hakuoki ] 04. Voice Claim. Zeno Robinson

⸻Profile Information. // Name, Age, etc.

01. Name. Loux Garo [ Loux Deviliers ] 02. Alias. Lulu, Firefox [ Flametongue ] 03. Sex. Male 04. Gender. Male 05. Age. 27-28 [ Dependent; Immortal regardless ] 06. Birth Date. Sol 1st [ Feywild ] 07. Blood Type. Sub-type SO+ 08. Race. Shapeshifter, Kírâti by nationality ; Kírâti-Yuureian by ethnicity. 09. Marital Status. Single [ Multiship ] 10. Orientation. Bisexual [ Demiromantic / no preference ] 11. Residence. He is inherently nomadic, not only preferring but needing to travel in his search for the Sanguine Star; He does, eventually, return to and settle down in Kírât, even after achieving godhood.

⸻Physical Information. // Body, Equipment, Family, etc.

17. Physical Description. Loux has a mop of disheveled champagne blond hair that was once a darker shade, having lightened in the latter half of his youth. Though a bit messy and somewhat course, it’s softer than it seems. His eyes, hidden by his hair a lot of the time, are stormy gray with a ring of gold around the pupil, and unwaveringly calculating, seeing much but disclosing little. He’s of average height, standing at an even 5'10", and boasts a toned, lean build. Golden, sun-kissed skin tone dusted with barely-there freckling. He can usually be seen wearing some form of traditional Kírâti or Yuureian clothing in a plain black & white color scheme, though he has been known to wear J'verdien, Manji, and Askarri garb as well. He has no piercings, instead runic tattoos in red ink throughout his body. He is also completely covered in scars from the chest down, caused by a nasty and very unfair fight between himself and 6 strangers at Khuthd's Rest in Kírât.

13. Equipment. On his person, he keeps the following: His leatherbound grimoire, the Limitless Chest, several infinite pockets, his enchanted athame Brie, various alchemical ingredients and reagents, tungskin draughts, various magical tools, a bundle of canaemery, a smoking pipe, various tomes and diagrams. 14. Occupation. Loux is effectively a fence, stealing, purchasing or otherwise peddling stolen, contraband, and handmade magical items to fund his search for the sanguine star alongside Sortia & Vayn; He dabbles in mercenary work when it suits him as well. 15. Job Performance. Untrustworthy, but whatcha got to lose? 16. Parents. Lionell Garo & Chihana Shikawa - tragically killed in their work as Kírât sorciers, assigned the infamous Bloody Mary Case involving the horrific and long-lasting torture of a young pregnant woman; They were eaten alive by blackwyrms. 17. Siblings. Leonie (31F) and Lucienne (33F), who still live in Kírât.

⸻Personality Information. // Likes, Strengths, etc.

18. Likes. Flirting, partying, stealing, messing with people, haggling, fruity beverages, napping, bloodwine, dragon's breath, talking shit, dancing, high art, ignoring Vayn, pissing off Sortia, scarbuncle cheese, starting fires, Green Fairy Peaches, adventuring, doing magic tricks for kids in passing, sandpies, etc. 19. Dislikes. The idea of commitment, people who have no independence, authority, humans, most other shapeshifters, undead, all of Myrrdin, Wildlings, politics, dimensional travel, bitter things, self-righteous types, cottonmouth cakes, Sortia, most weres, religion, silsaph, etc.

20. Positive Traits. Dutiful. Helpful. Thoughtful. Protective. Straightforward. Playful. Patient. Affectionate. Sweet. Charming. Thorough. Fun. Ambitious. Decent bedside manner. A hero when you need him to be. Firm. Persistent. 21. Negative Traits. Distrustful. Selfish. Arrogant. Noncommittal. Emotionally guarded. Manipulative. Cruel. Merciless. Reckless. Impulsive. Murderous. The opposite of law-abiding. Territorial. Self-abandoning. 22. Goals. What he wants most is more naive than either Vayn or Sortia : To bring his parents back to life using the Sanguine Star - necromancy alone will never suffice. 23. Desires. Comfort, shelter, protection, and recognition. Understanding. For jumbled thoughts and pain to be forgiven, for grief to be eased and put to rest. To be given the room to be his truest self and accepted no matter how ugly that really is. 24. Alignment. Chaotic Neutral

25. Personality. Loux is a scummy guy with a heart of gold buried deep underneath all the muck. He remembers and cherishes key details of the people that come in and out of his life, ever present in the moment. He cares a great deal for others than himself, but is lazy and noncommittal enough to justify doing merely the bare minimum and little more to help them - call it a halfbaked defense mechanism. He wears a crooked smile and some cheek to soften his every blow, guarding his truth closely and even using it as a point of manipulation to get what he wants. Misery loves company, so why not have a little fun with it? He likes fun more than angst, always and ever seeking out grand events, sex, alcohol, and trouble, the whole nine yards to drown it out, find even a hint of joy. He’s measured and calculating despite appearances, observant, and can generally read people fairly well. He’s flexible and accepting of most things, loose and perhaps overly friendly, tending to ‘go with the flow’. Any percieved sleights against him are met with exacting retribution, be it by force, magic, or otherwise, calm and collected. He generally decides how he’ll deal with a person from beginning to end early on.

⸻Sorcery Information. // Element, Talent, etc.

26. Element. Fire & Bestial - masterful manipulation, however he possesses the creation root and is therefore capable of manipulating and sourcing all forms of magic. 27. Shapeshifting. Innate fox-shifter - natural-born shapeshifters will transform into the same species as their parents once their ability manifests, but are capable of taking multiple forms depending on skill level. 28. Utility. Alchemy, curses, hexes, wards, dispel, telekinesis, alteration, portals, conjuration, storage, exorcism, repair - masterful. 29. Specialization. Multishifting, Fire as a whole, Alchemy, and Hypnosis - masterful use of all. 30. Graduate School. For all intents and purposes, Loux is a self-taught mage. 31. Classification. He is considered both extremely dangerous and highly useful; He has a long list of crimes he's wanted for, but people need help more than they need to put him away.

⸻Background Information. // Past to Present.

Loux was born in the Kírâti Citadel to respected sorciers employed by the Kirati caliphate - the youngest of three. He was very young when they were killed and eaten by blackwyrms in pursuit of Wildling poachers, having precious few memories of them, and so was simultaneously the least and most affected by their deaths. Spending most of his youth on the streets of Kírât, rejected by the family who'd taken his sisters in, he fell in with the wrong crowds, delving deeper and deeper into the uncomfortable underbelly of the city. A boy would see suffering that was simply just so, blind eyes turned from the dying, murders, innocents caught at the wrong place and wrong time, torture, betrayal, theft, and more - and embrace them.

The truth is, he cannot cope without a family. He always knew what he needed most, how unattainable it truly was, but when rumors of a fallen Sanguine Star began to circulate among the dregs, he pulled himself up by his bootstraps and got to work, siezing his opportunity. Guidance, acceptance, forgiveness may all be things he can only give himself, but he can right some wrongs and put everything back where it was, undo a lifetime of bullshit, upon claiming the Star. Over the course of roughly eight years, Loux had carved a wide space for himself in the Kírâti slums - enough room to flex, throw his weight around; mastering quite the handful of sorceries and keeping his word took him far. This opened up many different avenues to him and he has a guy for anything, any time, though he has stuck more closely with information brokers. Over this eight year period, he’s made little progress on his quest, despite having seen much of the known world by now.

However, two years prior to today, Loux met Sortia through a broker, right place right time. They were both looking for the Sanguine Star, and over numerous lengthy chats at Khuthd's Rest, they came to an agreement, an understanding - they would help each other get to the Sanguine Star, but may the best mage claim its boon. It wasn’t long after this, during a particularly dark round of dueling, that their newfound synergy would be tested, hearing some whiny vampire cry and squeal in his attempt to back out of a fight. They interjected, naturally, both a bit nosy, and…discovered the vampire had more than enough reason to whine and cry. With a handful of Deadeye’s crew down for the count, Loux robbed them all blind and the trio took off.

Currently, the three are travelling Sunjatta together in search of the Sanguine Star. Ladida, been together ever since, besties for resties. The end.

If you're curious, Loux defeats Sortia upon locating the star, though it is an intense and close battle. Her defeat results, ultimately, in her death and Loux's summary ascension to godhood, joining the ranks of the Outer Gods as the Flametongue, the Avatar of Fire, god of passion, ambition, heroism in a most unlikely place, fire, love, hatred, sex, wrath, transformation, and the extremes of freedom, irreparably changing the course of Sunjatta's future.

#➥ Loux.#♞ // Verse: Of Endless Suffering.#/ not much changes between verses ik

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meadow-of-mogai-melodies · 1 year

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glassanguamirric!

glassanguamirric-

a gender related to shattered glass, blood, bloody shards of glass, broken mirrors, blood dripping down mirrors, bloody shattered mirrors, the omen of a broken mirror, ghosts, darkness, haunting light reflecting off a mirror in a dark void, screams, the legend of the Bloody Mary, dark voids, like a mirror with blood dripping down it, reflecting haunting light, standing alone in an infinite dark void!

[Image ID: A flag with two equally-sized columns of seven equally-sized horizontal stripes separated by a vertical medium pink stripe down the center. From top to bottom in the left column, the colors are medium pink, bright red-pink, orange, pale pink, pink-grey, medium grey-blue, and navy blue. The colors in the right column are the same but in a reversed order. End ID.]

term and flag by me, requested by no one!

#reigns terms #xenogender #xenogender coining #new gender #gender coining

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hazeltailofficial · 3 months

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VALENTINE’S DAY FLASHBACK

Urban Decay b6 Vitamin-Infused Complexion Prep Spray Urban Decay All Nighter Waterproof Longwear Liquid Foundation in 0.5 Tarte Maracuja Creaseless Concealer in Fair e.l.f. High Definition Powder KVD Beauty Lock-It Powder Foundation in Light 42 Nyx Powder Blush in Taupe Bloody Mary White Eyeshadow Anastasia Beverly Hills Brow Powder Duo in Medium Ash/Medium Brown Anastasia Beverly Hills Clear Brow Gel Milani Eyeshadow Primer Wet N Wild Color Icon Eyeshadow Single in Brulee L.A. Colors Eyeshadow in Bare Mauve L'Oreal Wear Infinite Eye Shadow in 901 Frosted Icing L'Oreal Infallible Lacquer Liner in 171 Blackest Black Nyx Wonder Pencil in 01 Light Salon Perfect Go Glam Multi Pack False Lashes in Demi Wispies Kiss Clear Strip Lash Adhesive L'Oreal Voluminous Million Lashes Mascara Milani Moisture Lock Lip Treatment in 02 Healing Lemon Honey Nyx Lip Primer Pencil Jordana Lipstick in 029 Hot Pink Urban Decay All Nighter Makeup Setting Spray Crack Leave-In Styling Treatment Batiste Dry Shampoo in Clean & Classic Original Scent

Getting Ready | Valentine’s Day 2017

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afoolandathief · 1 year

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Happy STS! I hope you’ve had a great week :D If you were to create a “comfort corner” for your OC, what would you put in it? Who deserves one the most?

A belated happy STS Captain!

I think Jade would deserve a comfort corner the most. She'd need space for her cats and tanks and heat lamps for her gecko and tarantula. Some crystals (not for spells, they just look cool), bowls of crunchy snacks and several cans of energy drink. Also something she could make into like a little nest like a beanbag and a bunch of pillows, as well as her laptop and phone with infinite battery life, her bass guitar, and sketch pad. Also noise cancelling headphones and some fidget toys.

If Caz is allowed to join, he would like a comfort corner with a comfy chair and silk pillows, his favorite records and vintage gramophone, some homemade blood cookies and a literal bloody mary. And his old-ass collection of Robert Burns poems. And cigarettes.

#ask #captain kraken #storyteller saturday #something wicked #jade shaw #caz mraz #tw: food #tw: alcohol #tw: smoking

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lovetransaction · 11 months

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Happy Wincest Wednesday! Not sure if you participate but if you do: How do you think John finds out about the boys and how does he react to/feel about it? Does he support it, does he try not to think/talk about it? Does he feel guilty for playing a part in creating their relationship, or is he glad about it?

I ALWAYS participate in these things so thank you lovey Dovey <3

Probably I've answered this in some form but idc because I like the question and there's infinite variety.

Okay so I'm gonna take it this time from a John who ISN'T fucking Dean (i know, what point does he serve, but this is a thought exercise):

he finds out because the boys stop trying to hide it ie Sam stops trying to hide it. Before that, John was willing to just let the uber-closeness and even the hushed fumbles in their bed in those motels fly under the radar; his boys have no other outlets, he knows it, and in a messed-up way he thinks well, if they're fingering each other and not random hookups, at least they're safe. Sam, though, as his resentment over Dean's slavish devotion to Dad grows, thinks this is the perfect way to let John know that his influence doesn't extend to that, to fondling and kissing and sucking and swallowing. John's pretty fucking aggravated that Sam chooses this route, leaving hickeys and being really obvious when he's staring at Dean, but it's just Sam trying to get under his skin. Until one time on a hunt Sam thinks that John's being paranoid about the monster so he kinda whine-bullies Dean into giving him a handjob but the monster gets the jump on them and they could've been seriously hurt and John picks Sam up and shakes him like a dog shaking a fox and when he throws him down in disgust Sam jumps right back up and pops John one in the nose and John roars at Sam to keeps his fucking depraved shit to himself and Dean tries to intervene and John takes off for like. Three weeks. Nobody talks about it when he comes back but the boys don't do anything in front of him again ever

John had been fine with turning a blind eye to the boys getting it on right up until it messed with their safety and their work. He was willing to reframe it as a means of making them a closer and better-functioning family unit, but Sam made it into a pissing contest so John decided to shut that shit down. I think this John would be so far deep into his own stuff, the journal and his hunting and lore-gathering and obsessing over Mary, that he'd sort of fetishize family above all else, and wouldn't be as conflicted over it as another version of him might. Boys mess around, and his boys aren't like other kids. They're extremely special and specialized. It's not out of the realm of the possible that they only find their equal in each other. That makes a sort of sense to John, almost a relief; Sam and Dean know each other, they know the rules, they know how the family works. Nobody else is entering their closed loop. He absolutely doesn't feel any guilt! The way they live is a matter of necessity and there's not any other options, so he's kind of proud that the boys found a way to fulfill their growing sexuality. It SHOULD have made them more focused on the job, but John didn't count on Sam wanting to love/fuck Dean for entirely different reasons not just as a matter of efficiency.

btw this John doesn't have sex he has a series of elaborate masochistic masturbatory techniques he's sorted out for himself and he's like hey! the boys are lucky they have each other, I have nobody except my sainted dead wife and the bizarre effects that fixating ENTIRELY on her fiery bloody unnaturally murdered memory to the exclusion of all else has had on my psychosexual makeup hah hah let's not talk about Daddy's private time okay

#wincest wednesday #asktransaction #idk what this is but thank you for letting me spin out lolll <3 #john winchester #sam winchester #dean winchester

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epic-song-lyrics-showdown · 7 months

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Random Assorted Artists with songs in the showdown Pt. 1

This is the first list of random artists that have been submitted. This is pretty much anyone that didn’t get many submissions. If you see a song and are like hey this should be somewhere else the answer is no. Unless there is a repeat of a song somewhere or the artist shows up on another list they are meant to be here. Check out the other lists here.

Sail - AWOLNATION

Sinners - Barns Courtney

My Frankenstein - Kody Kavitha

An Alien’s I Love You - Utsu-P

Beneath the Brine - The Family Crest

Gladiator - Jann

Light - Next to Normal

Gut Punch/Don’t Meet Your Idols - Everybody’s Worried About Owen

Us - Chxrlotte

It’s the end of the world as we know it - R.E.M.

Trouble - Valerie Broussard

A Meadow - Open Book

Serenade - Kamelot

The Bard’s Song: In the Forest - Blind Guardian

The Weekend Whip - The Fold

Achilles Come Down - Gang of Youths (Four different lyric submissions)

Farewell Kabarista - Vagabond Opera

Tango Dancer - Dave Malloy

Cold Day in Hell - Delta Rae

Still… - Sophia James

Mirrorball - Elbow

Waltz #2 (XO) - Elliott Smith

One More Try - Mariam-Teak Lee & Jordan Luke Gage

Marie - Townes van Zandt

City of Lights - The Music Tapes

Bloody Motherfucking Asshole - Martha Wainwright

On Melancholy Hill - Gorillaz

Don’t Let’s Start - They Might Be Giants

Touch - Daft Punk ft. Paul Williams

The Hounds - The Protomen

Infinite Lives - Mega Ran ft. D&D Sluggers

Nights Like These - Bears in Trees

Slumber - Slløtface

gum v6.4 - Devon Again

head - Devon Again

Dissociate - Atlas

Introduction to the Snow - Miracle Music

Wait for It - Hamilton Musical

Ice To Never - The Black Queen

Progress - The Dear Hunter

Warrior - Paradise Fears

Windowpane - Opeth

Voodoo Dust - Urfaust

Yen - Slipknot

Order - Heaven Pierce Her / Hakita

VI: Sons of Fate - The Protomen

Charlie’s Inferno - That Handsome Devil

Paradox - Survive Said the Prophet

This Too Shall Pass - Danny Schmidt

Light - Chonny Jash

Mad IQs - I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME

Worms - AlicebanD

The Mighty Echo - The Family Crest

Ride - Bligh

Jesus Christ - Brand New

Your Heart is a Muscle the Size of Your Fist - Ramshackle Glory

The Summoning - Sleep Token

In The End - Black Veil Brides

Don’t Break Me - Milo Murphy’s Law Soundtrack

For You - Barenaked Ladies

Sober - Tool

Bullets - Archive

Relay - Fiona Apple

Let Me Stay - Heather Maloney

New Radio - Bikini Kill

The Marriage of Bigfoot and Mothman - The Forgetmenauts

What’s With You Lately - Car Seat Headrest

Armarillo - Gorillaz

Dark Lover: A Love Song To A Vampire - Tempest

Smile Like You Mean It - Tally Hall

Fine, I’m Fine - Chonny Jash

Rightfully - Mili

Give It to Me - The Northern Boys

We’re All Leaving - Karine Polwart

Matches - SIFU HOTMAN

Unbroken - Man on the Internet

Hell’s Comin’ With Me - Poor Man’s Poison

Necromancin Dancin - Bear Ghost

I Got No Time - The Living Tombstone

Labyrinth - Miracle Musical

Hello and Goodbye - JT Music

A Poem - AJJ

People 2: The Reckoning - AJJ

Your Voice, As I Remember It - AJJ

The River - Bruce Springsteen

Jungleland - Bruce Springsteen

You Only Know - PhemieC

Girls in Love - PhemieC

Evidence - DaisyxDaisy

Portrait of a Woman on a Couch With Cats - Michael Cera Palin

The Moss - Cosmo Sheldrake

Found (Forever) - Caamp

4 Morant (Better Luck Next Time) - Doja Cat, Com Truise

Box Fort Baby - Papa Jake

Flowers - Eva Noblezada (Hadestown)

You - Keaton Henson

rock + roll - EDEN

Tourniquet - Leanna Firestone

Close to Home - Vienna Teng

Spring and a Storm - Tally Hall

You’re the Reason I Don’t Want the World to End - The Wonder Years

I Earn My Life - Lemon Demon

Twisted - Team Starkid

Time, As A Symptom - Joanna Newson

The Party - Regina Spektor

I’m Just Your Problem - Rebecca Sugar (in Adventure Time)

#epic song lyrics showdown #songs in the showdown

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drinkacefahz · 1 year

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[Reader Request] Financier Cobbler | Mitsuru Kirijo | Persona 3

[Note: Not exactly sure how to calculate yield/abv for this kind of drink using the morgenthaler spreadsheet. gomenasorry]

This is the second specific reader request post for the blog and a very good friend of mine requested a drink based on the imperious empress and your close upperclassman in SEES, Mitsuru from Persona 3! This was actually a really interesting one to develop. I definitely felt like it had to have a little something eyecatching in the presentation, ideally a reddish element, but the truth is, drinks-wise, except for 5 really with the coffe shop, Persona games don’t give you a ton to work with. This is why we do research, and why I was also very relieved -- and inspired -- by the discovery that in the seemingly infinite amount of Persona spinoff media, something about Mitsuru’s tastes is revealed; Specifically, a taste for fresh fruit and financier cake. Financier is a very refined cake that is deceptively simple when evaluated on its ingredients list; sugar, almond flour, browned butter, maybe sliced almond or a raspberry on top... something clicked in my head. The cobbler, traditionally made with about 3-4 ounces of lower-proof sherry, a little sugar, fruit, and a cornucopia of attractive garnishes, is much like a financier; you can’t hide behind poor technique or imbalanced flavor. Their clarity is upfront, but reveals depth and nuance in a well made one. I think that also reflects Mitsuru, leading me to marry them into a drink she would enjoy. This did also give me the crazy challenge of making a baked good into a drink. It’s early winter here, and so the concept came to me, of taking a really interesting way of infusing spirits with flavor and using it in a very unusual context. A few guides exist for butter-washed rum, in the context of making a hot buttered rum. Would it work in a cold drink, piled high with tiny jewels of ice and adornment?

Well, actually, I think its great.

3-5 Raspberries

1 half wheel slice orange, about as wide as your pinky

1 wedge lemon, about 1/4-1/3 of the fruit sliced lengthwise

2 fl oz or 60ml Browned Butter Washed Rum (see below)

.75 fl oz or 22.5ml Amaretto

.25 fl oz or 7.5ml Demerara Syrup

.25 fl oz or 7.5ml Orgeat

[If you don’t have orgeat, just use a .5 ounce demerara syrup or other sugar syrup of your choice. The orgeat split just adds a bit more of a baked-good element]

In a mixing tin, combine the syrup(s) and fruit. Muddle them by firmly pressing them. You don’t have to beat the crap out of them, but get them fairly squished. Add your rum and amaretto liqueur. Stir them together a little bit with a little cracked ice, since rum is higher proof than the traditional sherry the dilution won’t hurt.

At this point, I would have your glass prepared to receive. You can roll it, even shake it if you want, but I usually just kind of stir or swirl them together. Pour the whole thing into your glass. Then fill the glass -- this is a pilsner glass, which depending how much ice we use and the size of our citrus pieces gives us decent headroom -- with finely cracked/crushed/pebbled ice. Some people add a little ice before pouring it in, but I like the nice frosty pile of ice on top. You will serve with a straw. Stick that in now.

Garnishing time! Get her all nice and pretty. Use some more raspberries or other berries like strawberry slices if you have them, that other half of the orange wheel, a nice sprig of mint, and maybe a little dusting of powdered or caster sugar. As a final touch and nod to the financier cake, the admittedly completely decorative but charming arrangement of sliced almonds on top completes the look. The over-the-top garnishes of the modern Bloody Mary are really just the new take on the 19th century luxury of a glass covered in fresh fruit, sugar and mint, filled with the opulence of all that shining ice. Truly a drink fit for an empress.

Is this a lengthy process, that requires a fair bit of attentiveness and some prepwork? Yes. Is it worth it? Honestly, I think it is. It’s a really unique, delicious long drink. But I mean, if you play Persona games I think you can master this, too. According to howlongtobeat, Shin Megami Tensei: Persona 3 takes almost 90 hours to beat! You could make batches and batches of these in that time! Speaking of,

Below the cut you will find the guidance on creating roughly 1 bottle of Brown Butter-washed Rum

Brown Butter-washed Rum:

You will need

-A Bottle of Rum. Ideally something not overly funky or grassy, so no super-firey rums, no Agricole or Barbancourt which are made of cane juice and have those vegetal flavors, DO NOT USE ‘SPICED RUM’ . Appleton Estate Signature or Appleton Estate Reserve 8 are both great bottles for this. I think something between about 5 and 10 years of age, not overproof, and not filtered is good. Real McCoy 5, El Dorado 5, I think are both great, there’s literally so many rums if you want more information on rum I can recommend you books about rum. but also, this is up to your tastes, I’m not the boss of you except for the SPICED RUM WARNING. I’M SERIOUS. DON’T DO IT. In most countries a standard bottle is sold as a “fifth”; 750ml. in some countries you will find 70cl(700ml) bottles more common. either is fine AS LONG AS THEY ARE NOT A BOTTLE OF SAILOR JERRY OR KRAKEN OR CAPTAIN MORGAN. I AM SERIOUS ABOUT THE SPICED RUM THING.

-About a half pound or 250g Unsalted Butter. I used Kerrygold Irish Butter. Unsalted is important. I have not tried this with cultured butters, IDK, but unsalted. If your butter only comes in like a 226grm block, that’s fine. the difference in proportion here isnt actually that major if its a matter of a few grams or milliliters.

“But! that is too much! this drink only calls for 2 oz!” I hear you. But, this isn’t going to rapidly degrade. You don’t even need to fridge it. And you can always make a hot buttered rum with it, all of the buttery flavor, none of the having to make a weird batter, its literally just adding this and a sweetener/spice accents to taste and hot water basically. But its easy to halve this amount if you can find a halfsized bottle of the rum you want to use.

Tools

A stove, and frying pan or skillet on that stove

A large container

A whisk, egg beater, hand mixer, or immersion blender

A freezer

A filtration method. A pour-over coffee filter&paper filter, a mesh strainer with cheesecloth or muslin, something that can handle pretty fine filtration.

A thing to filter it into thats easy to pour with, like a liquid measure cup or a jug

A funnel

Step One: Brown your butter. don’t burn it. this will take a while. Cooks on the internet are probably better at explaining browning butter than I am. you just stir it every now and then. or even just swirl the pan. just move the butter as it browns so the milk solids dont stick and burn and it cooks evenly.

Step Two: Pour that butter in your rum. Put it in something big. ideally a jar or tupperware. Mix that in vigorously. Really distribute the liquid nutty gold through the other funky liquid gold. To save your arm a hand mixer or immersion blender will help or get your workout in. Akihiko would be proud of your arm strength.

Step Three: Freeze that. Note. Try not to accidentally shake it hard when transferring it, which I managed to do, woops. You’ve already distributed the butter through the rum, so you’re just going to make a mess of the top half of your container with little bits of butter sticking to it. I am telling you that this photo is not quite an exemplar because I want to save you from fatwashing forcing you to work harder on dishwashing. Not shaking it will freeze the butter into a consistent puck on top of the rum in a couple hours at most.

Step Four: Remove the butter. Again, if you didn’t shake it, you’ll have less broken up little droplets to deal with but you’ll still have some. You’re going to want to filter it extremely finely -- you don’t need to worry about this going bad, the proof takes care of that, there will be a little bit of sediment like basically any home infusion. But you don’t want to drink giant lumps of butter. Discard. This is a little bit of a process and will take some time, and you will probably have some spillage. Don’t fret none. I went through multiple paper filters here. Just be methodical and you will pull through.

We are so close to butterscotchy delicious goodness

Step Five: Re-bottle it. This is pretty self explanatory. Use a large enough funnel and don’t pour it too fast.

Congrats! You have buttered the rum!

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