#i burn i pine i perish

[alexihawleys]

3x01 / 5x02 Uh, it's not really part of my job description.

#* #the rookie #therookieedit #chenford #chenfordedit #the rookie spoilers #i burn i pine i perish

[amiedelabc]

it may be the fever talking, but damn if this isn't the most enjoltaire-coded slow slide into insanity ❤️💚

You let me love you 'til I was a failure

You let me love you 'til I was a failure

Your beauty on my bruise like iodine

#exr #enjoltaire #objectively leonards worst song #on his worst album #and yet #i burn i pine i perish #les mis #les amis

[humnooshop]

I burn, I pine, I perish.

Coasters and other products available on my Redbubble

#william shakespeare #the taming of the shrew #shakespeare #shakespeare quotes #10 things i hate about you #coasters #coaster set #i burn i pine i perish

[kaiandthestrangespaghetti]

Sparring Partner (Part 01/03)

Pairing: Duncan Idaho x F!Reader

Wordcount: 1.3k

Warnings: Mostly just a whole load of sexual tension WRIT LARGE. barely restrained yearning and swords.

Summary: A handmaid to the Lady Jessica, you've requested to be trained in combat and self defense. Your teacher is of course the Swordmaster of House Atreides, Duncan Idaho.

A/N: I've not read the books so apologies, but I'm in love with the film. I liked this so much it's going to be part of a three part series.

The Atreides Swordmaster is late.

Or maybe not, maybe this is a test.

For the first five minutes you pace tensely around the training room, looking at the dull blades laid out on the heavy wooden table. You roll up the sleeves of your black blouse, the sparring slacks feel too form fitting compared to your usual attire. As a handmaid to the Lady Jessica your request for formal combat training was unusual. But you had a genuine curiosity for it. And a genuine curiosity for the Swordmaster. Duncan Idaho.

He did for you too. The number of times you had been at briefings or dinners and his gaze had lingered on you just a little too long. Every time you had noticed and caught his eye he’d glanced away. But his smile gave him away. For someone so utterly formidable it was almost shy, almost boyish.

Footsteps out in the hall.

Your heart leaps into your throat. A crazy idea seizes you and you dart across the room as quick as you can, pressing your back flat to the wall behind the door.

On one hand you’re simply petrified, on the other…you want to have the advantage right out of the gate.

The footsteps pause for a telling moment, and you stop breathing. Was that a laugh? The doorknob turns and the door swings open, pinning you in behind it. You don’t move. It definitely is a laugh, a low, playful rumble that sends a deep, nervous quiver through you.

With a step as swift as a ballet dancer he’s there, one hand grasping the door, his shoulder to the wall, pinning you into your would-be hiding spot. He’s so tall. His long, dark hair pulled back in a loose half-bun. A light linen shirt hanging on his broad frame.

“The play is a bold one.” Duncan lulls. Cants his head. “But it’s not a good strategy.” He grins and you can’t help but smile back. He leans in an inch further before he swings the door shut, releasing you from your own trap. He paces away from you with a rolling step toward the table, picking up one of the short blades and turning it deftly in his grip.

He parts his hands.

“Choose your weapon.”

-

Duncan is methodical, exacting. But never demanding in a way that bothers you. You pick a dagger from the blades on the table and he is precise in correcting your grip, your stance. Circling your body with the exacting eye of a sculptor with each movement you make.

You attempt an underhand strike and he bites his bottom lip, slipping his own blade into his belt to lift his hands to yours.

“Let the cutting edge of the blade do the work.” He utters softly, moving your thumb and loosening your grip slightly. You notice the calluses on his large palms against the backs of your fingers.

“Try now.”

You repeat the strike. He nods, seeming satisfied.

“Ok.” He says, taking a few lazy steps back from you. He’s got that smile. “Strike me.”

You look at him disbelieving. It’s a dull blade, but it will still do damage.

“But, you’ve no shield.” You reply.

His smile breaks into a full grin and he puts his hands on his hips.

“Well, if you manage to kill me the first time you’ve held a blade, at least Atreides will have a new Swordmaster, no?”

You flush with embarrassment and something else. You swallow and a wicked look of mischief crosses your face.

“You seem awful confident. I’m not trained, but I could get lucky?” You jab sportingly.

His brow raises for a moment.

“That’s a risk I’m willing to take.” He lulls, his dark eyes running over you with a heat that has nothing to do with footwork or posture. Or does it? You don’t quite know where the combat ends and Duncan begins, it’s innate to him.

Adrenaline floods you and with the same mad energy that threw you across the room before he opened the door you lunge; repeating the strike he’d just helped you perfect. He pivots away flawlessly, grasping your forearm and twisting. The blade clatters onto the floor. Duncan turns you on the spot and bends you prone over the table, your arm anchored to the small of your back.

You gasp at the speed of it, the mahogany is cool under your cheek. He holds you there for just a second longer than he needs to. Just a second longer than the demonstration requires. You can feel the sheer strength of him above your much smaller frame even though he presses almost no force into his grip. The pad of his thumb brushes softly over the sensitive skin of your wrist.

The moment hangs. He releases you, stepping back and drawing his own blade from his belt. “That’s good.” He breathes. “But you’re telegraphing too much. I can tell what you’re thinking.”

You push yourself upright and pick up the blade. There’s a heat running in your veins now.

“Funny. I think I’m doing quite well, at least compared to you.”

His throat bobs as he swallows, the bravado dropping from him momentarily. But then one corner of his lips quirks up.

Well struck. Touché.

Duncan lets the sword drop. He nods and you can see the sense of challenge on his face, there’s another game being played now.

“You’re right.” He admits plainly, but he takes a sideways step and begins to circle you, slowly. “My turn to strike, try and read me.” Suddenly you feel like a prey animal and your grip goes white on the dagger. But it’s not fear, not exactly.

For an agonisingly long moment there is no sound in the training room but the soft scuff of both your steps on the wooden floor, your own shallow breaths. His eyes are locked to yours.

When he lunges, any pretence you had at a plan to counter strike evaporates and you’re running. But there’s nowhere to go. Your shoulder hits the wrought iron filigree that stretches across the broad window and Duncan’s hands latch your wrists on either side of your head, tighter this time. The weapon still gripped in your fist.

When he looks down at you his nose almost touches yours, a curl of dark hair spilling loose to brush against the side of your face. His breath is a hot flush on your skin.

“I knew you were going to do that.” You say first.

His mouth is a thoughtful line, but his tongue darts out to the corner of his lips. He observes you with a low lidded gaze.

“If that’s true you did a poor job of evading it.”

You raise your eyes to his.

“I know.” You utter, the words tinged with petulance.

The tone of your voice makes his teeth grit behind his lips. His grip on your wrists goes a little tighter and he’s closing the gap between you. His nose touches yours and his stubble brushes your cheek. The heat of his body pressing into you makes your eyelids dip and the weapon drops from your hand.

The clatter seems to shatter the moment like glass.

Duncan releases you again and you can see the force it takes him to do it; like he’s wrenching himself free of something. You catch your breath.

“Pick up that blade.” It’s more a command now, more the tone you know from his military briefings.

He strides back to the centre of the room and snatches up his own weapon. The sword turns in his hand, pivoting with effortless dexterity. But when he looks back at you that boyish smile is on the corner of his lips again.

“Try and strike me again.”

#duncan idaho #duncan idaho x reader #duncan idaho fanfiction #duncan idaho smut #duncan idaho x y/n #dune #i burn i pine i perish #dune fanfiction #sparring partner

[iloverace]

just thinking about a gender bent phantom of the opera

#it’s a need #i burn i pine i perish #phantom of the opera #genderbent #genderswap

[thatiranianphantom]

And on the topic of Broadway I want it on the record I WOULD GIVE MY ENTIRE SOUL AND LEFT KIDNEY TO SEE ALEX BRIGHTMAN IN SPAMALOT SLIME TUTORIAL PLEASEEEEEEE?

#Broadway #Spamalot #Alex Brightman #I burn I pine I perish

[theparadoxmachine]

Dear Stratford Festival,

Whom must I maim, threaten, and/or perform sexual favors for to get a recording of Paul Gross's Lear?

Signed,

A Texan aka way too far away from Canada to see it

Ps. I need it so bad you don't understand

#shakespeare #paul gross #king lear #william shakespeare #stratford festival #i burn i pine i perish

[freebooter4ever]

ok, yeah , hes good enough for her 😍

#journal shit #oh the romance ;_; #I burn i pine i perish

[dandelionsandderivatives]

when it's fic-update day but your fic hasn't been updated

#fanfiction #I burn I pine I perish

[wrongcarwhy]

yelyah williams!!!!!

#hayley williams #this is why #i burn i pine i perish

[ijustlikemovies]

i gotta finish that silly british wizard show

#i burn i pine i perish #←me about all the sick accounts i cant follow yet lest i be uber spoiled #it me

[romainlettusdinnerparty]

something about me is that when shakespeare wrote “i burn i pine i perish” he was actually referring to me personally

#shakespeare #taming of the shrew #fun fact i actually played the bianca who that line is said about when i was 16 #and the girl who said that line about me (no boys in a shakespeare company duh) i was desperately in love with #and now we are best friends #and she’s doing a semester abroad and im upset!!!! #i am burning and pining and perishing in her absence :( #i am not in love with her anymore but I do have a very intense love for her of the platonic sort #byler #< he could have written it about them too who am i to say #mine

[thiefscant]

to be clear: i do consider all of anais's relationships to be queer bc they are nonbinary and, in the case of the companions, their partner is also queer. but i do be craving more ships w/ women.

#!a suspicious lack of dragons. ( ooc ) #tbd. #as a nonbinary lesbian i burn i pine i perish #(that being said anais is pan so like. all are welcome to send the hypothetical kiss meme xoxo)

[thatiranianphantom]

Still only read recaps of the finale. Still have no interest in watching the full thing.

But god, the fix-it fics are and are going to be so good.

#Ted Lasso #I have already read a few and #I burn I pine I perish #As do they

[benbamboozled]

GDI I need more saucy stuff to reblog for my BenBamboozled’s ~After Hours~ Special timeframe.

#okay ngl it also just amuses me to have an after hours segment on a blog that is very much followed by people all over the place. #also every time I type the BenBamboozled’s ~After Hours~ Special tag I do a little eyebrow wiggle #i burn—i pine—i perish for more wantstobelieve content siiiigh #thinking about it 99% of the timeframe has been populate by Slade content. #stupid sexy Slade. with his dumb hair and his one eye and his pirate boots. #he’s like the walking embodiment of a Hat on a Hat. he’s too much! #he’s…too much *eyebrow wiggle*

[ao3feed-broten]

I Burn, I Pine, I Perish

by CammiKazzie

For Broten Server’s August Event

Not Another Brote(e)n Movie! Members will get inspired by their favorite teen films to create works celebrating our favorite pair, Bulla/Goten.

Seeing a loophole in Vegeta’s “no dating” rule, Trunks conspires to get Bulla a boyfriend. She may be beautiful, smart and strong but Trunks’ sister is also a total shrew and only one boy is not afraid to get near her.

Words: 974, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Dragon Ball

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Bulla Briefs, Son Goten, Marron (Dragon Ball), Trunks Briefs

Relationships: Bulla Briefs/Son Goten, Trunks Briefs/Marron

Additional Tags: 10 things I Hate About You - Freeform, #Broteen Movie, High School Movie Tropes, taming of the shrew, References to Shakespeare, Not Beta Read, Aged-Up Character(s)

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#IFTTT #I Burn #I Pine #I Perish #broten #bulla x goten #bra x goten #braten #bra briefs #bulla briefs