#i wish i saved the French one so this was a series

[bosbas]

Chapter 5: I fear I have fallen from grace

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pairing: colin bridgerton x enemy!fem!reader WC: 3.4k words

Warnings: period-typical gender roles, a small part of the dialogue is in French, our girl is in her feels asf, some small hints of ~feelings~, Eloise being the best

Summary: It took precisely two days in England for you to utterly despise Colin Bridgerton. It took him approximately twelve hours after that to hate you right back. But he doesn't care that you're the only person in the ton who doesn't like him. You're set to marry someone else anyway, right?

May 23, 1816 – Of course, this author saved the most scandalous tidbit for last. It seems something dark lurked beneath the waters of the seemingly perfect courtship of Lady Montclair and Lord Barlow. Yesterday evening, Lady Montclair retired early from the Bridgerton ball, citing a debilitating headache as the reason for her early departure.

And the Duke… Well, this author can say that he had a very productive evening, indeed. A quick trip to the private Bridgerton courtyard found him locking lips with Lady Barrington in what seemed like a very passionate affair. 

But what of Lady Montclair? One can be certain she has deftly avoided a most unfortunate situation, for what use is a Duke if he is not truly yours? Shall we witness Lady Montclair's endeavors for another match this season, or perhaps she will retreat to the sunlit hills of Tuscany? Hopefully, today’s races will reveal more about her intentions.

You crumpled the gossip column in your hands, eyes wide in shock as you felt your heartbeat in your ears. It seemed like the walls of your bedroom were closing in around you as tears blurred your vision. Surely this couldn’t be true. Surely Lord Barlow hadn’t completely betrayed you so far into your courtship. There had to be another explanation. 

The longer you read and re-read Lady Whistledown’s words, the more you needed to convince yourself that they weren’t real. You felt anger rising in your chest, your chest constricting as your breathing quickened. It had to be Louis. There was absolutely no universe in which you got so close to getting everything you had worked for only for it to be taken away from you in such an unceremonious way. 

You felt tears prickling your eyes and aggressively wiped them away, too angry to care about your appearance. 

Standing abruptly and rushing to your door, you slammed it open and yelled into the hallway, “Louis!” 

If he had somehow managed to create a fake Whistledown column as his idea of a sick joke, you were quite ready to kill him. But this was your only hope. It had to be him.

Not receiving a response from your brother, you desperately screamed out, “Je vais te crever !” (I’m going to kill you!)

Rushing out of his room, bewildered at your agitated state, Louis stopped in front of your open door. “Qu'est-ce qui ne va pas chez toi ? Arrête de crier.” (What the hell is your problem? Stop yelling.)

You shoved the crumpled gossip sheet into his chest, forcing him to take a step back with the force of your push. He steadied himself on your doorframe, a questioning look on his face, and you felt your hope dwindling.

Shoving the paper into him once again, you cried, “T'as vu ça? C'était toi qui as fait ça?” (Have you seen this? Did you do this?) Tears were streaming down your face as you unsuccessfully tried to contain your emotions.

Though it certainly would have been cruel of Louis, you wished more than anything that he had been the one to do this. That Lord Barlow's betrayal wasn’t real. That you would go to the races today and see the Duke and that he would greet you with a soft kiss on the back of your hand as the two of you walked pleasantly. 

But your hopes quickly came crumbling down. Louis looked as confused as you felt, and you came to the realization that Whistledown’s words were, in fact, accurate. You choked back a sob, covering your mouth with the back of your hand as you fought to keep yourself under control. 

“Attends, attends,” Louis said nervously (Hold on, hold on). 

Recognizing that you were very much in the middle of a crisis, but having absolutely no idea why, he grabbed your hands and gently pushed you back into your room. Sitting you both down on your bed, he took the paper from your hands and smoothed it out to read as he placed a comforting arm around you, rubbing your arm up and down. 

His comforting touch did away with the last of your resolve. You started crying freely, and you could do nothing but sob into his shoulder as he read, feeling him tense as his eyes scanned the words on the page.

As he got to the part where Lady Whistledown outlined the Duke’s promiscuity, he abruptly stood up, face contorted in what you knew to be fury. You would have been relieved that it wasn’t aimed at you just this once if your situation wasn’t so dire. 

“Putain,” he muttered under his breath (Fuck).

He grabbed your hand and dragged you down the stairs with him as fast as possible. You stumbled after him, anxiety mounting as you realized he was taking you to your mother. 

What would she think now that you had lost everything? You and the Duke were finished, evidently. But you were still unmarried. You were still out in society. Could you even bear the shame of having been rejected by Arthur? Would any gentleman ever look at you again, or would Lord Barlow’s impatience reflect too negatively on you?

After what felt like an eternity, you reached the open doorway of the sitting room. You could see your mother chatting pleasantly inside, and fear gripped your chest as you realized you were about to shatter any semblance of peace she might be feeling right now.

“Maman!” yelled Louis angrily as he stormed into the room, still clutching your hand.

Your mother let out a startled gasp, bringing a hand to her chest.

“Louis, darling, you scared me! Charlotte and Edward are here,” she said warmly, assuming that you and your brother were having nothing more than another silly argument that would be resolved in a matter of minutes. 

But Louis was not in the mood for pleasantries. 

“Y/N and the Duke are finished,” he announced, slamming the Whistledown column on the table in the middle of the room. 

You sniffled as you saw the looks of confusion on your family’s faces, no longer crying but your breathing was still uneven.

“Pardon?” questioned Charlotte. “I don’t understand; I saw them dancing last night! She’ll be lucky to receive a proposal this week.”

“He’ll be lucky if I don’t kill him,” growled your brother. 

“Louis!” your mother snapped, appalled by his language. “That is not-”

But Louis quickly interrupted, reading directly from the sheet in front of him.

“And the Duke… Well, this author can say that he had a very productive evening, indeed. A quick trip to the private Bridgerton courtyard…”

As your brother read, you saw the faces in the room slowly turn from confused to horrified, and you couldn’t help the choked sob that escaped your lips. Your mother quickly reached out to you, holding you tightly to her as you cried into her dress.

“Bloody bastard,” said Edward, shaking his head once Louis was finished reading. No one commented on his strong language, given that it encapsulated exactly how everyone else was feeling. 

“Louis, go fetch your father,” ordered your mother, immediately falling into her protective mode. 

Without complaint, Louis nodded and headed toward your father’s office. 

"Y/N, my love, I do apologize terribly. We didn't catch a glimpse of anything last night," Charlotte insisted, sinking beside you on the settee.

"If I'd laid eyes on him in that courtyard last night, he'd be wishing he hadn't walked out of there," your mother grumbled with an edge to her voice.

Slightly unsure about how to react to three emotional women in one room who seemed ready to kill a man, Edward fidgeted while he decided what to do. Of course, he knew he wasn’t the duke you wanted to kill, but it couldn’t hurt to be on the safe side.

“Shall I ring for some tea? Yes, I think I’ll go fetch some tea,” he bumbled, awkwardly patting you on the head and making his escape toward the kitchen. 

As Charlotte stroked your hair and your mother held you in her arms, you heard your father’s footsteps storming down the hall. 

“Louis has explained everything,” Philippe said, crossing his arms as he entered the sitting room. “Y/N, you must go to the races today.”

You no longer had any prospects and all your father could think about were the horse races today. Was he serious? 

“I can’t!” you argued. “I’ll be a pariah! Everyone knows I’m the girl who couldn’t keep a Duke.” You choked back a sob. 

“What exactly happened between you two last night?” probed your mother, wanting to know just how badly your reputation was damaged. 

Lady Whistledown’s account did not implicate you in any way, but Catherine knew how vicious the ton could be. She needed to know what level of damage control would be necessary to secure your standing in society.

“Nothing!” you insisted, sniffling. “He said he liked my necklace, we danced, and he asked to go outside. I was unsure about whether he wanted to propose or… do whatever he ended up doing with Miss Barrington.”

Louis’ eyebrows shot up, disbelief and newfound anger taking over his features. “He asked you to go to the courtyard with him? Alone?”

“Surely you said no! That’s ridiculous!” exclaimed Charlotte, equally as upset.

“I told him I had a headache and couldn’t stay the rest of the evening,” you said, fiddling with the hem of your dress nervously. “I don’t know what I did wrong! Should I have gone with him? Did I lose my only chance at a proposal?”

“You’ve certainly done nothing wrong,” your father shot back firmly. “No daughter of mine would act in such a crass manner, and the Duke’s shortcomings are most definitely not a reflection on you. Nor us.”

Your mother sighed. “He’s right, dearest. The Duke is simply a man lacking in character, and now the ton knows he is not to be trusted. It’s a horrible thing, what he did. But you’re not at fault,” she insisted, looking at your father. “Which is why you must attend the races today.”

You groaned at the prospect of facing the ton with their judgmental stares and wagging tongues. What your parents were saying made sense, though. You rubbed your temples, frustrated that you were now in such a precarious social standing. 

Perhaps you had been right at the beginning of the season. Lord Barlow, along with Colin and Nigel and the rest of them, viewed women merely as breeding stock. There was nothing in it for you. No hope of romance, no hope of ever finding someone who could respect you. 

“If you stay home today everyone will wonder if you somehow were involved,” chimed in Charlotte, ignoring your glare. “If you go and act like nothing is wrong, you can prove that the Duke is nothing but a man with a debilitating lack of self-control.”

You looked around to the rest of your family, who all seemed to agree with your sister. 

However, seeing Edward walk back into the room followed by a lady’s maid carrying a tray, you tried one last time to get out of leaving your home today, or for the next three years.

“What about you, Edward? Do you think it’s a bad idea to go to the races today?”

“Oh, certainly not! In fact, it might be the best way to assure your future,” he said sympathetically. 

You threw your head back in frustration. He had probably heard the conversation as he walked up and didn’t want to disagree with the rest of your family, you thought glumly. Nevertheless feeling quite defeated, you slumped back in your seat and crossed your arms.

“Fine. I’ll go,” you conceded as if you even had a choice. 

The horrible feeling in your chest had subsided somewhat, but you were still devastated. At least your family was on your side. However, you were still feeling dreadfully embarrassed, and you knew being out in plain view today would only make it worse. 

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“And you saw them?” asked Eloise, a disturbed look on her face as she walked toward the bustling paddock. 

Colin nodded, careful to keep his voice down. “I wish I could claw my eyes out. I think his tongue was so far down that-”

“Colin!” scolded Violet, failing to hide her small giggle at her son’s retelling of the previous night. 

“I’m sorry, Mother, but it was a horrific sight!” said Colin, also struggling to contain his laughter. 

But as soon as your family came into view, the Bridgertons sobered. It might have seemed funny at the moment, but Lord Barlow’s actions had the potential to ruin your future. It was doubtful that they would, since you were from a titled family and had done nothing wrong, but Colin could sense the whispers and pointed looks aimed at you as you walked toward the racetrack. 

“Oh, Y/N!” called Eloise, quickly leaving her family as she rushed to your side. “Colin’s just told me what happened. He found Lord Barlow in the courtyard last night! Are you alright?”

Colin felt a bit ashamed of himself for making light of the situation as he saw tears welling in your eyes at his sister's words. The regret gnawed at him; he wished he could have told you himself, or at least had his mother break the news more gently. Yet, time had been against them.

For all the sorrow he felt at seeing you hurt, a selfish part of him couldn't help but feel a flicker of relief that the impending marriage was off the table. But he quickly quashed that thought, not quite sure where it had come from and not caring to understand why he felt this way.

You blinked quickly to try to keep your tears from spilling as you looked at Eloise making her way to your side. Taking a few deep breaths, you grabbed onto her hand. Nodding at the rest of your family, you waited until they were a few paces ahead of you to answer Eloise.

“Oh, El, it’s dreadful,” you sniffled. “I don’t know what I did to lose him is the worst part. I can barely believe it. I thought it was Louis at first, trying to wind me up.”

Eloise cooed sympathetically. “I know, it must be horrible. I have no idea how he managed to get into our private courtyard. But at least he hadn’t proposed yet! Seeing the kind of man Lord Barlow is, it’s lucky that this happened now and not three months into your marriage.”

“I suppose,” you answered, not quite ready to see the positives in the situation yet. 

Suddenly, you heard snickering behind you and turned to see two women who looked to be your age pointing at you and talking in hushed tones. 

Turning around back to Eloise, you hissed, “The nerve! Why are they laughing at me? It’s Lord Barlow they should be laughing at.”

“I assume they would be if he was here.”

“He’s not here?”

“No one’s heard from him since last night,” Eloise remarked, linking her arm with yours as she guided you back to the stands. “And it’s all for the better. I daresay I might have given him a swift kick to the face if I laid eyes on him today.”

You chuckled, the first glimmer of lightness since reading Lady Whistledown this morning, thankful for Eloise’s friendship. Giving her arm a grateful squeeze, you found comfort in her mischievous smile.

“Our mothers are likely already planning the Duke’s demise as we speak,” she quipped, gesturing towards where your families were seated together.

But a deep weariness overtook you at the thought of being the subject of ton gossip for the next few days. “It’s all anyone’s going to be talking about for the next week, isn’t it?” you sighed.

Eloise’s heart twinged with empathy, knowing the delicate balance you now faced in the unforgiving eyes of society. She wished desperately that your worth wasn’t tied to another man’s title or fortune.

“Well, actually,” she began with a twinkle in her eye, “the real scandal will be that the beautiful Lady Y/N Montclair is still unclaimed by any suitor. You’re in a prime position to be selective now! It might just be a bit of fun.” 

You shot her a wry look. “How much more selective can I get than a duke?”

Eloise was intimately familiar with the high pressure you faced to get married. She knew that you had been preparing for this your entire life, but she also suspected you weren’t entirely aligned with your parents’ view of marriage. She had seen the uncertainty in your gaze whenever Lord Barlow walked away, the fluttering nerves you disguised as excitement.

“Tell me honestly,” she pressed gently. “Is there not a small part of you, deep down, that feels a sense of relief now that your courtship with the Duke has ended?”

Pausing thoughtfully, you mulled over her words. Maybe you weren’t actually as attached to Lord Barlow as you thought. After all, you weren’t upset that you had lost him, only that he had embarrassed you and that you had to begin your search for a husband anew. 

With a tentative smile, you nodded, admitting, “Just don’t let my mother hear you say that.”

Stepping onto the stands, you and Eloise quickly found your way to your families. Unfortunately, the only empty seats were next to Colin. You were tempted to turn around and leave, but Eloise placed a hand on your back and pushed you forward, forcing you next to your least favorite member of the ton. 

You unsuccessfully tried to hide your disdain as you sat next to Colin, who looked the picture of serenity. It made you unreasonably angry that he seemed completely unaffected by last night’s events while you had to face the social repercussions. 

“I’m sorry about Lord Barlow,” he spoke softly, a hint of sincerity in his voice that caught you off guard.

You hesitated, the anger in you momentarily waning as you looked at him. It was a rare moment of vulnerability from Colin Bridgerton, and you found yourself unexpectedly moved.

“I’m sure you are,” you shot back, tone more biting than you intended.

“Pardon?” Colin’s brow furrowed, a touch of offense creeping into his voice at your sharp retort.

“Oh, spare me,” you rolled your eyes, a familiar frustration you only felt around Colin coming back to you. “You expect me to believe you just happened upon the Duke and Miss Barrington? It’s a bit too convenient, don’t you think?”

Colin’s eyes widened, a flicker of hurt crossing his features before it was masked by indignation. Did you really think he was capable of something like that? Of making up a lie that would sabotage your future marriage to a duke? The thought stung more than he cared to admit.

“Other people saw them, you know,” he retorted, a hint of anger seeping into his words. “And I wouldn’t lie about something like that,” he snapped.

The two of you had spent enough time that he was thoroughly offended that you thought so lowly of him. You were just entrenched in your grudge against him and refused to budge. He regretted trying to be agreeable at all. 

“Really?” You raised an eyebrow skeptically, feeling your own anger rise in response. “So they just magically appeared in your private courtyard without being given access?”

Colin opened his mouth to respond, but the words caught in his throat. He was too angry, too upset that you thought so lowly of him.

“Fine,” he finally bit out, his jaw clenched. “Believe what you will.”

Colin turned away, unable to face you any longer. His reputation among the ton be damned; why did you think he was some kind of monster? He supposed he hadn’t made a good case for himself, tormenting you whenever possible, but he was still furious that you were acting like Lord Barlow’s actions were somehow his fault. Why was he chronically unable to be in your good graces?

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[monzabee]

a not so meet cute – cl16

paper rings, prologue(?)

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Summary: The one where Charles meets his neighbour, who quickly captures his attention.

Pairing: charles leclerc x reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: none other than charles being charles, also might have some cursing, google translate french

Request: “Hii if you’re taking requests could you please write a fic for Charles where he’s your best friend and he asks you to fake date him because he think he likes another girl so he wants to make her notice him/make her jealous kind of thing and you agree even though you love him and during the fake dating he realises that he loves you too and yeah angst fluff and all but a happy ending .If you decide to write this tysm and incase you don’t feel like writing this that’s cool too thanks either way ❤️”

Author’s Note: hi, hey, hello!! although i am still working on the first chapter of this new series, i wanted to write a little something for you guys to introduce you to the world i had in mind! i know it was not on the wip schedule, but the inspiration struck so i decided to go with it. ever since i saw the wedding pictures of margaret qualley and jack antonoff, the only thing i've been thinking of was the song, and i though it was the perfect song for the characters i had in mind. so, welcome to the new series, inspired by the request above, so thank you for the anon who put the idea in my mind to create this whole series, and i hope you guys enjoy! good morning, noon or night wherever you are, xoxobee

Please also note that all of my works are protected under copyright, and not available for reposting on other platforms. 

August, 2017

He met Margaret on our rooftop, she was wearing white And he was like, "I might be in trouble"

Charles loves his country, he really does. He’s always been patriotic of some sorts, he supposes. But the one thing he absolutely loathes about Monaco? The heat, no questions asked. The worst part isn’t even the heat itself, per se, it is the fact that his apartment has no elevator and he has to walk up five stories just to make it to his apartment – in the heat. So yeah, even though he is as patriotic of a Monégasque as they come, he definitely wishes he was somewhere else at the moment. When he does make to his floor, however, he’s met with a rather peculiar view, where his new neighbour is yelling at someone on the phone.

“No, I said I wanted the granite counters,” the person specify, fingers clutching the bridge of his nose in frustration. “No!” The man straight up yells, “Ceux en granit, connard, pas ceux en graphite. I don’t think they even come in graphite!”

Deciding to remain silent as he makes his way towards his own apartment, Charles ignores the man standing in front of the apartment opposite of his. Though, he realises that the apartment’s door is open and there is construction going on inside, which explains the drilling sounds he’s been hearing early in the morning and the smell of fresh paint that never seems to leave the shared floor.

Side-eyeing the whole ordeal, he manages to make it to his apartment without attracting the attention of the man – or so he thinks. Just as he’s about to unlock his front door, he feels a pat on his shoulder. As he turns towards the man, there is a curious look on his face, “Hi?”

“Hello,” the man greets, “do you know how i can contact the superintendent?”

For reasons unknown (extreme hangover), Charles’ brain decides to blank out, “Quoi?”

“Le commissaire,” the man clarifies, “savez-vous comment je peux les contacter?” And Charles realises he would have been impressed with the man’s accent if he wasn’t so hangover from the night before. The superintendent, do you know how I can contact them?

“Ah,” Charles nods in understanding, “sure, let me give you his number.”

After the man saves the number he gives to his phone, he extends his hand in a friendly greeting. “I owe you one, I’m Declan, by the way. Nice to meet you.”

“I’m Charles,” he responds with, what he hopes to be, a friendly smile. Motioning the apartment behind them, he asks, “Are you my new neighbour?”

“Oh, no, no,” Declan laughs, and it’s a warm, almost infectious laugh. It reminds Charles of– well, it doesn’t matter anymore. Declan’s voice draws him back to the conversation, “My sister is, I’m renovating it for her.”

Charles nods in understanding, “Ah, I see. I’ve never seen her around, I don’t think.”

“Well that’d be because she’s as annoying as little sisters come,” Declan laughs again, and this time it manages to get a smile out of Charles. “You know what? We’re actually having a small party at my place tonight, why don’t you come?”

“You’ve just met me,” Charles points out, voicing his confusion, “you really want to invite me to your house?”

“Pish posh,” Declan waves him off, already starting to walk back to his sister’s apartment “I’ll send you the details, bring alcohol!”

Charles tries to come up with excuses to give Declan when he’s a no show at the party, but all the excused he come up with sounding either shitty, entitled or just a mess in general. So he convinces himself to get ready after a much needed shower, and remembers to pick up a bottle of tequila on his way to the address Declan texted him earlier that day. Considering the amount of cars parked in front of the apartment complex, Charles thinks whether it’s going to be a ‘small’ party as Declan put earlier, but he manages to find a place to park his car, nonetheless. Surprisingly, it’s not hard to find which apartment belongs to his new ‘friend’, as the people he seems to keep literally bumping into give him directions which lead him to the top floor – he thinks, like brother like sister, huh?

“Ah, bienvenu, Charles!” Declan greets him as he enters the apartment, filled with more people than he honestly expected; but hey, they are in Monte Carlo after all.

Because he was raised by his mother, Charles replies, “Merci de me recevoir,” but because he is Charles, he finds himself reverting easily to French. Of course, he soon realises that his new friend has no trouble understanding him.

“Of course, ma maison est ta maison.” With a wide smile that reaches his eyes, he takes the bottle Charles offer him and pats his shoulder in a friendly manner, “Good lad, let me put this in the kitchen and we’ll find my sister together. I suppose she’s here somewhere.”

Giving him a firm nod, Charles is suddenly left alone to gaze around the living area. He quickly realises that he’s not the only one who is particularly patriotic as he comes face to face with the Union Jack on the wall, proudly displayed on the wall, seems to tell a story of cultural connections and a home away from home. He’s also, somehow, met with a very eccentric group of people, who seem to be insistent on having him join their various conversation – which he does his best to partake in.

As he chats with a group of fellow partygoers, he notices Declan making his way through the crowd toward him. “Charles,” he says with an apologetic smile, “sorry for that, let’s go.”

As they move through the apartment, Charles catches glimpses of the décor, which can only be described as eclectic, but what he realises that Declan made sure to fill up his walls with all kinds of memories; from photographs of what Charles thinks is his family to his diplomas, to even famous artwork – he’s not sure whether the Warhol he just passed by is real or not, but he supposes it’s probably the first option. They arrive at a corner of the rooftop terrace where a cozy seating area is arranged. A few guests are engaged in animated discussions, while others lounge comfortably, enjoying the ambiance. However, it doesn’t take either him or Declan to realise that his sister is, in fact, not with the group.

Though, it doesn’t take the latter to spot his sister, mumbling with a wince under his breath, and when Charles follows Declan's gaze to find her engaged in a rather animated discussion with a man who looks both frustrated and slightly bewildered by her. “Poor guy.”

“Seems like she's keeping him entertained.” Charles offer, careful with his words, and also quite confused at the man’s reactions to whatever Declan’s sister seems to be saying.

“Eh, sisters.” Declan shrugs, and motions Charles to follow him.

As they approach their corner of the terrace, her voice becomes clearer, and Charles can overhear snippets of the conversation. “I just don’t understand why we can’t print more money,” she says in an airy voice.

The man she's speaking to rubs his temples, clearly grappling with how to respond. “Well, it's not that simple. Printing more money can lead to inflation and devalue the currency.” He takes a moment to think, then, “Think of it like shoes–”

“Okay,” Declan laughs nervously as he places himself between the two, turning to the other man with a kind smile, “I think we’re done here, mate, she’s playing you. She’s an econ major, sorry for that.” Though Charles can’t see the expression on her face, he imagines there’s some sort of a victorious smile as she waves the man away, “Stop emasculating my friends, please.”

“Well choose better friends, and I won’t,” she shrugs, following his brother’s movements as he makes his way back near Charles, she turns towards him as the white dress she’s wearing sways gently in the evening breeze. There’s a surprised look on her face when she realises and they are not alone, “Um, hi.”

With a playful grin, Declan points to Charles and turns to his sister, “This is Charles, your new neighbour, and Charles, this is my sister–”

Bambi.

It’s the only word that comes to Charles’ mind when he sees your eyes and a friendly smile you give to him, “Nice to meet you, Charles.”

His eyes fall down to your extended hand, and he scrambles to regain his composure, taking your hand and shaking it gently. “Uh, yes, nice to meet you too.”

With an unexpected clap from your brother, which has both you and Charles jumping slightly, you turn to him with a glare, “Well, now that you know each other, I’ll leave you to get acquainted. And you,” he points to you which elicits a raised eyebrow from you, “don’t scare him off, and for God’s sake change this music.”

“What’s wrong with ABBA?” You ask with a small pout already forming on your lips.

“We need a change,” Charles watches with a silent chuckle as Declan starts walking back towards the kitchen, “ergo, change it!”

“Well that was an interesting exit,” you mumble, eyes following your brother until he’s out of both your and Charles’ views. Afterwards, you turn your attention back to the man standing in front of you, “What do you think about The Smiths?”

“Who?” Charles asks you, confusion written on his face.

“Not The Who,” you nudge him slightly, chuckling softly, though your laughter dies down once you realise he’s really confused. “I– The Smiths, Charles! To die by your side is such a heavenly way to die,” you softly sing, but he replies with a small shake of his head, and a shrug. “Oh, I love The Smiths! Come on, you have a lot to learn.”

As you grab him by his wrist to guide him back inside the apartment, I might be in trouble, he thinks to himself. And then, you turn around to give him a full smile, with a glint of mischief in your eyes that he can't quite interpret, and say, “I can already feel that we are going to be very good friends.”

And then he knows, he’s definitely in trouble.

#monzabee #requests open #f1 fic #f1 fanfic #f1 smut #formula 1 #fanfic #f1 x reader #f1 x you #f1 x y/n #charles leclerc #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc imagine #imagine #fluff #angst #smut #charles leclerc smut #charles leclerc fluff

[malichev]

One thing I want to warn, especially to the Patitos´´, I know the situation is bad, but harassing the CCs and demanding that they defend Quackity, or even calling them bad friends for not speaking out, saying that they only have a career because of the QSMP is exceeding the limit of common sense. Firstly because Quackity never went public to defend his QSMP friends when each one was attacked by the community, which happened many times, it happened with Cellbit, it happened with Baghera, Antoine, Tubbo, Bagi, and from what I saw on Twitter even with Mike and his wife, and Quackity never came out to ``control'' these fans, so stop demanding that others speak out as if they had an obligation. Not even Quackity had an obligation to speak out, so why do they need to? Furthermore, saying that the QSMP saved their careers, that they were not famous, is exceeding the limit of respect. Philza is known for his series of Mine,Fit, Tubbo, Bad, Foolish,Tina,Roier,Missa, Rubius,Jaiden,etc. Brazilians and French people have always been numerous in their own countries, and there are people who already knew some of them in other regions of the world, the QSMP may have even opened doors, but they weren't in need, or anything like that. So no, they are not obligated to consider Quackity as a savior. And if anyone wants to know who the stupid, brainless idiot was who thought that all (and yes, the person demanded of all) creators should kneel to Quackity, it's this one: @Iiibiiyei and the link https://x.com/Iiibiiyei/status/1777692159551938747.

I'm sorry to bring this confusion to you, but I think the topic is valid,If they made that kind of comment there, it's easy for them to do it here, so that you don't make things worse by starting a fight with ALL the communities, because I would also like the QSMP to be saved, but this type of comment already makes anyone wish that everything would go away, explode. A lot of lack of respect towards all streamers.

#qsmp #qsmp brasil #qsmpbr #qsmp roier #qsmp cellbit #qsmp bagi #qsmp baghera #qsmp bbh #qsmp jaiden #qsmp foolish #qsmp tina #qsmp quackity #quackity #qsmp 2024 #patitotwt #qsmp discussion #qsmp discourse #qsmp neg #qsmp fit #qsmp fitmc #qsmp tubbo #qsmp france #qsmp fr #qsmp french #qsmp philza #qsmp missa #qsmp etoiles #qsmp aypierre #qsmp badboyhalo #qsmp antoine

[salty-croissants]

Hi!!!! Can I request pre relationship hc for bullfrog. Like when you first meet and stuff? (^^)

Thank you for the request !

I wanted to try and make a bit of a prequel to the events of the series with this one by imagining the reader meeting Bullfrog in the past to then eventually see him again in the Warden’s prison , it just sounded like a cool concept :)👍

Hope this turned out okay ! 

Details : use of gender neutral reader ; 

strangers to lovers ; 

presence of mature themes , including swearing , blood and an attempted assault ( reader gets saved in the end , dw !! )

It all begun during one very rainy night …

It was late , and due to the fact that it had been a very long day at work and that you didn’t have your umbrella with you to offer some shelter from the unforgiving weather you had ended up trying to head for a shortcut passing through a more repaired alleyway …

You’ve never liked that road , but at that point you were soaking wet , freezing and just longed for the warmth and comfort of your home … 

You just had to be fast and not draw attention and everything was going to be just fine like usual . 

… or at least , that’s what you thought . 

After some more walking you were starting to see the lights outside the alleyway , which meant you were very close to leave that unsettling darkness and get closer to your apartment , but right before you could let out a sigh of relief and think about how silly you were to always worry so much about things you heard them : 

heavy footsteps behind you … and they were rapidly approaching . 

< Well hello , beautiful … out late , ay ? > 

Your heart started pounding in your chest , as four ominous looking strangers surrounded you , blocking every chance of escape … 

It seemed like things had taken a very , very bad turn . 

  < Come on babe , there’s no need to be afraid … we aren’t gonna hurt you , are we boys ? > 

< Damn , they’re even more cute up close … > 

You found yourself completely frozen in place , as the four cornered you more and more , and immediately jolted back when one of them tried to touch your shoulder …

< G-get away from me !! > 

< Aw , don’t think you got much of a choice here , sweetheart … better make things easier for yourself and just go with it . 

Wouldn’t wanna get in trouble now , would you … ? > 

You could feel your body shake , both for the cold of the rain and your sheer , paralyzing fear … 

You could only close your eyes praying to whoever might be listening that someone was going to see what was happening and get you out of that horrible mess …

… that’s when you heard the man behind you let out a scream , followed by the sound of a blade slashing through his neck .

< What - what the fuck !? > 

< Dammit - I can’t see shit , where did that bastard g - > 

Another scream , followed by a thud told you that another one of those creeps had been dealt with … 

After taking a deep breath , you slowly opened your eyes to get a clue as to what the hell was actually happening , and what you saw made your eyes widen : the two remaining men were furiously fighting against a frog with a white hoodie , without being able to land a single hit on him …

< Stay still you little - > 

He moved so quickly , your brain barely even registered the moment when his blades landed the final hits , leaving a pool of blood mixing with the puddles on the ground .

When he turned around to look at you , you couldn’t help but take one step back , still shaken by everything that had happened …

< Everything is all right now , mon ami … I’m not going to hurt you . > 

His voice was very calm and reassuring , with a bit of a French accent . 

< I , uh … I’m very sorry you had to see all of this … if you wish I could accompany you home to make sure that nobody else tries to harm you .

… actually wait , that might sound like a creepy thing to say - je suis désolé , I — > 

< Pfft … it’s okay … I’d like that . > 

You couldn’t help but chuckle in front of just how unexpectedly kind and … honestly adorable that strange frog was …

As you slowly got up , you realized just how tired you were after the scare you just experienced , but before you could lose balance and fall back down he immediately rushed to support you .

< Attention - >

< Ah … thanks … sorry about that . > 

< No need to apologize … just take it easy , I got you . > 

The journey back home didn’t encounter any more complications , and the two of you had quite a nice time just talking to each other : 

you discovered that the name of your savior was Bullfrog , and that he was an assassin … he didn’t really tell you a lot about himself other than that , but frankly that was all you needed to know . 

< Well , thanks for walking me home Bullfrog … I really appreciate it . >

< Ne le mentionne pas y/n , it was my pleasure . Though I’m afraid I will need to get going soon … there is another important task I need to get done tonight . > 

You nodded in response , while taking out the keys to your apartment from your pocket . 

< Say … I hope this isn’t a bit too forward , but you know , if you ever need a safe place to stay you can always come here . It’s the least I could do , you saved me after all … > 

< Merci , I’ll keep that in mind . > 

Bullfrog smiled at you , before disappearing in the shadows of the night like he had never been there in the first place … 

As you finally entered inside your home , promising to yourself to never enter a dark alleyway late at night ever again , part of you was hoping that one day you would see him again … 

… who knows , maybe that was going to happen … possibly in some maximum security cell … 

#captain laserhawk #x reader #bullfrog x reader #bullfrog captain laserhawk #captain laserhawk bullfrog #captain lazerhawk bullfrog #gender neutral reader

[squipedmew]

well, since the Dream SMP has officially come to a close, I thought I’d share what I’ve been up to for the past 2 years - making character designs for every single one of the characters!

 I really wanted every character to look distinct, with really distinct color pallets, unique weapons for each and every character - basically like each one of them could be the protagonist of a wildly different story from one another. Feel free to steal them (with credit) if you want!

I kinda dropped off working on it in late 2022, so I think I missed a few characters, as well as going back and re-doing some of the oldest ones (that’s why some of them are more detailed - those are the 2023 versions)

As strange as it is for me to say this, DSMP had such a big impact on me, especially over COVID. I haven’t had a piece of media fill me with such a passion to create art and improve probably since Undertale all the way back in 2015, if you can believe it. I owe a lot of my art improvement to this silly little Minecraft series, and though I may have lost touch with it near the end, it will always hold a special place in my heart. 

o7 you crazy, wacky, depressing, stupid, unsatisfying, joyful, hilarious, and amazing series. I wish everyone involved in it the best!

(A few extra designs under the cut!)

This is a 2020 Pogtopia Wilbur I made, and if I were to draw it now, I probably wouldn’t change a thing. This design fucking slaps imo, I’m still super proud of it. 

Exile Era Tommy. Wilbur’s old Pogtopia coat has been passed around so many times between so many different interpretations of characters, so I thought it made more sense for Tommy to take the L’Manberg era coat from Wilbur, since that was the version of him he idolized (This is an old version of Wilbur’s coat btw)

Post Dream-Getting-Sent-To-Prison Tommy! I wanted to emphasize how Tommy was trying to move past his trauma, so he shaved off the grey streak he got from the Withers in the L’Manberg explosions (I gave him the grey streaks before Revival canonized it - don’t ask me why)

Las Nevadas Quackity. It’s basically a 1 to 1 for his skin, save for the really ugly blue patches and hoodie I gave him. If I were to do it again, I would def change that. 

Snowchester Tubbo. Also still holds up, though I’m not 100% on the pants. This was kinda before goat Tubbo got super canonized, so I just decided to have the eyes. The scars are from the execution. 

Revivbur. He looks pretty good for a dead bitch - though I messed up the L’Manberg flag colors on the bandanna on his ankle. Guess he’s french now. 

Team Rocket era Niki! She took custody of Wilbur’s Pogtopia coat, albiet cutting off the parts that were covered in blood and soot (which was most of it) I also made her a fire-born like Sapnap, though you can’t see from his design - her hair is on fire when she feels strong emotions, and she’s basically going through it 24/7 during this part. 

Syndicate Niki! She’s calmed down and is no longer on fire, but her hair is still pink from all those weeks of constant rage and sadness. Also dressed more appropriately for the snow. 

Dream Post Prison. Mask no longer has invisibility enchantments, so he doesn’t bother hiding his face. Gotta wonder how it’s staying on though. Get this man some moisturizer. 

#dream smp #dsmp #dream #tommyinnit #tubbo #niki nihachu #quackity #technoblade #philza #jack manifold #ranboo #foolish gamers #eret #badboyhalo #skeppy #georgenotfound #sapnap #awesamdude #ponk #punz #purpled #captain puffy #slimecicle #fundy #jschlatt #karl jacobs #connoreatspants #wilbur soot #sophi screeches #dang tag limit

[randomshyperson]

Mystery Club - Chapter Eight - Wanda Maximoff x Reader Series

Summary: Returning to your hometown five years after leaving everything behind, including your best friend, is no easy feat. Getting involved in a secret club wasn't in the plans either. Or the one based on Life is Strange.

Warnings: (+18) high school au, best friends to lovers, mild/heavy angst mentions with happy happing, use of legal substances (alcohol, marijuana), violence, verbal aggression, explicit language, smut, triggers regarding sexual assault, mentions of death, grieving, hints of depression and anxiety, panic attacks, a lot of domesticity.

General Masterlist | AO3 | Wattpad || Series Masterlist

--//--

Chapter Eight - Waterfalls Picnics

A 'Save the Abandoned Neighborhood' flyer with information from the most recent petition and protest at City Hall was crumpled next to the last can of coke Wanda had put on the table.

The garage was well lit - You left the door open, and dragged, with her help, half the items out to clean the place. It was Saturday, and it was pleasantly windy so that even after the physical exertion of cleaning the small dwelling, you still had an open flannel covering your torso.

Wanda was having a good time watching you kick the wooden bars upstairs.

"Shit!" You gasped with a surprised laugh when the last one fell, allowing passage to the next commode. You grabbed a broom-one of the many cleaning items you brought from the Club-and poked at the old steps to make sure they wouldn't give way before you stepped on. "Come on, Wands, it's safe to go."

"I'm resting." She purrs lazily, sitting in the armchair. You threaten her with the broom, and she laughs before getting up and following you upstairs.

Your old house is just as you remember it, except for the dirt and mold growing on some of the walls. You sigh wearily as you see the amount of work you would have to do to completely renovate a place like this.

"Hey, do you remember this?" Wanda asked once you were upstairs in your old room. You had just finished checking that the windows were still safe to touch when she touched erased strokes on the wall that made you smile.

"Of course, I remember." You retorted nostalgically, moving closer to her. 

Three scratches on the wall marked the heights of children and their ages. One for you, and two for the twins. Wanda caressed her brother's with a sad smile, and you held her hand, resting your face on her shoulder.

"We had such fun here, detka." Wanda whispers, before lowering her hand. "Pietro totally had a crush on you." She teases then, to which you let out an indignant exclamation, pulling away to look at her.

"No, he didn't!"

She laughs lightly. "It's an effect you have on this family, accept the truth."

You blush and roll your eyes, but follow her laughter. "For your information, he was the first to know that I..." But you fall silent, realizing that you never told Wanda that.

She raises her eyebrows in curiosity. "You?"

Clearing your throat in shame, you shake your head and face your feet. "It's silly, let's keep going. We have work to do."

Wanda looks at you suspiciously. "What is it? Tell me..." She insists, following you around.

You laugh, your face growing warm. "It's no big deal, Pietro was just the first person I told that I liked you."

Wanda lets out a surprised exclamation. "What?"

You shrug. "Yeah, but I don't think he even got it right." You mutter, now in the kitchen beating the built-in cabinets with the broom to make sure no rats or raccoons are hiding in there. "Remember when you had that super important piano test for the French school? I wanted to wish you good luck before you left, but I missed the train and got late. Pietro was at home, he thought it was funny that I woke up so early and came all over his home alone just to wish you good luck, and I don't know, I just confessed that for a friend like you, every effort was worth it." You counter with a nostalgic chuckle, busying yourself with the cabinets to notice the way Wanda is looking at you. "It sucks that you didn't get the scholarship."

Wanda swallows dryly, leaning on the countertop. "But I got the scholarship, Y/N."

You make a confused face, staring at her. "What?"

The brunette laughs sadly, shrugging. "It was the best performance the judge has seen in years, their words not mine." Wanda counters, swallowing dryly again to hide the emotion in her voice. "I won the scholarship right there, after the performance."

You leave the broom resting, and approach her curiously. "But you didn't go to France..."

Wanda laughs sadly, and you are close enough for her to hold your hands, which she does without hesitation. With her fingers caressing your big toes, she murmurs:

"There wasn't a you in France." 

You choke in surprise. "Wanda, it was your dream-"

She laughs, shaking her head. "No, it wasn't." She assures you, moving your hands to her waist. You hold her without hesitation. "My father always projected things onto his children, this was one of them. I liked Piano, but going to a French boarding school was what he wanted, not me. And this wasn't even the first time I chose to stay."

You blink interestedly. "Yeah? When else?"

But Wanda grows sad, her arms folded against her chest. "When my mother died, my aunt invited me to live with her." Wanda confesses, surprising you. "Pietro wasn't going to leave dad, or school. And me? I couldn't leave Pietro, and I didn't want to leave you."

You swallowed dryly, noticing the way she was tense. "But if that was after Natalya died..."

Wanda laughs sadly. "Yeah, you left soon after." She comments bitterly, looking down. "And years later, I lose Pietro too. It's kind of fucked up, isn't it? Choosing to stay in one place for other people and ending up alone in the end."

"Fuck, Wanda, I'm so sorry." You gasp, and she's ready to say it's okay, but you pull her close. And you hug her tight, really tight, the way she missed it. "I'm really sorry. If I could change things, I would in a heartbeat."

She gives a weak, affected laugh against your neck, and her arms, now uncrossed, squeeze you against her. 

"It's okay, you're here now." She whispers. "I don't feel alone anymore."

You swallow dryly, your chest warming with affection but your heart breaking for the situation. All you could do was hug her tighter, and hold her as much as she needed.

–//–

"Did you get your costume?"

"Yep, clean and ready for Sunday."

"Cool."

A short pause. The only sound is your breathing through the phone.

"How about-"

"I gotta-"

Two giggles. You hold the doorknob, shifting the weight of your feet. Wanda sighs softly on the other side.

"You first." You tell her.

"No, don't worry, it was silly." She justifies quickly. "You were going to say you have to go to class, right? You can go. I'll call you later."

You grimace softly but are already leaving the dorm anyway. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, detka." Wanda assured. You saw Yelena waiting at the end of the hall, and waved to her with the hand that held the keys.

"Alright then, love you, bye." You mumbled before hanging up.

Yelena yawned, handed you a coffee cup resembling hers, and was in the middle of ranting about the number of activities the teachers had gone through in the last week when you noticed what you had said to Wanda and choked on your cappuccino.

The blonde next to you made a confused face, massaging your back lightly.

"I just told Wanda that I love her." You cough, your eyes filled with nervous tears, your face flushed.

Yelena laughs, raising an eyebrow. "And that's a reason to waste Starbucks? You know I waited in line for forty minutes today because they were fixing the machines and-

"Yelena, I never said it before!" You interrupt her half-desperately. "Well, never like that at least. Never like, hey I love you romantically, the way I can't wait to live in a real home with you and marry you and have beautiful children-"

"Who's having children?" Peter cuts in curiously as he catches up with you two outside, Kate at his elbow.

Yelena laughs. " I don't know about children, but a stroke..."

You had already handed the coffee cup to the blonde and were dialing Wanda's number again. She didn't answer.

"Oh great, now she hates me." You gasped with the phone in your ear.

Yelena rolled her eyes, and Kate and Peter exchanged confused glances, but the blonde was already taking the phone from your hand and handing you back your coffee.

"I highly doubt your girlfriend will hate you for this, now can we go to class? Call her later."

"But-"

"You can't miss any more classes, Romeo. Or you'll lose your scholarship, and then there'll be lots of 'I love you' from England when you have to move back in with your father." Yelena insists, a hand on her back to urge you to walk.

You grimace but can't resist following your friends to the school building.

Luckily for your anxiety, Wanda texts you later in the day, which you only get to see in between Chemistry and Literature.

"I went to take a shower, did you want something?"

"To shower with you." You flirt immediately, feeling your cheeks heat up.

Wanda takes a moment to respond.

"There will be other opportunities." She says, and you swallow dryly, trying not to imagine it and failing miserably. "Just making me blush is what you wanted?"

You chuckle softly, your hands on the keyboard. But then you realize that you don't know exactly what to say. Sorry for saying I love you doesn't sound very nice.

"It was nothing, it was silly.'

Wanda sends a giggling emoji. "Is that a comeback for earlier? Okay, smarty-pants. I wanted to call you for a date."

You widen your eyes softly. "What? Really?"

"Yeah. It's silly, so I let it go."

You licked your lips, thoughtful for a moment. "We hang out together all the time, Wands."

"Yeah, I know." She texted. "I guess that's my kind of way of saying I want to hang out with you more."

You laugh shyly. "In that case, the idea is incredible. When do we go out?"

"Well, you have a busy week with school, my favorite nerd. And we're going to the party next Sunday, so..."

"Saturday." You add. "Sounds lovely. Where are you taking me?"

"It's a surprise, obviously."

You bite back a smile. "Obviously." You text back, being able to imagine Wanda's cute face. "I'm going into class now, I'll talk to you later."

"Okay, Y/N, love you, bye."

Your stomach does two full turns. "I love you too, Wands."

–//–

Dried autumn leaves marked the landscape around you.

Wanda was walking ahead - guiding a path that you knew well but still allowed her the suspense of not telling you where it was leading.

It was hot for the season, but that was a good thing because the waterfall was empty for a Saturday, and it was rare enough to miss the opportunity to swim. That should be the fault of the few attractions in town, like the arcade and Odin's Bar, which were so full when you drove by in the pickup truck that they were lining up at the door. 

"What do you think?" Wanda asked with her arms extended towards the landscape. You chuckled, enjoying the very different from a typical appearance she had today - Wearing a flannel she 'borrowed' from you, hair covered by a football cap, jeans shorts, and worn sneakers, the look not so different from yours. 

"We were lucky to get the empty seat." You mutter, adjusting the picnic basket in your hands. "I remember it used to be so crowded here when we were kids."

Wanda laughs, guiding the walk to a good spot to sit. "Nobody comes to the places beyond the power plant anymore, Y/N. All the old residents think they'll grow an extra leg if they swim around here."

You giggle at her grimace, waiting for her to roll out the towel she was carrying to put the basket on top of it.

Picnics with Wanda became your favorite activity. There was good food, sunshine, and her. 

The two of you were engaged in casual conversation the whole time, stealing glances between bites of the various dishes you brought. 

The morning became late, and Wanda wanted to swim.

"There's no point in saying you didn't bring a bikini, detka, there's nothing I haven't seen already." She teases casually before pulling up her own blouse. "At some point in my life."

You think to counter that seeing each other naked as children was not the same as it is now, but you are distracted by the sight of Wanda in a bra and panties. She gives you a wink, gesturing for you to get up too, and after a bit of gentle complaining, you do.

Wanda just stares - She doesn't care about the way your cheeks blush or the gentle trembling of your hands. She stands there, stares, and waits for you to take off your clothes with the calmest expression in the world. 

And when you're there, in just your underwear, she bites her lip and takes a deep breath. "Fuck, you're so pretty."

You chuckle shyly, blushing even more if that was even possible. You move closer to her and bring your hands to her cheeks. "Nah, you're beautiful. Fucking gorgeous." You compliment her, kissing her on the lips once, twice. She giggles against your lips, and when you face her, she has rosy cheeks and a passionate look on her face. 

"I love you, you know?"

You kiss her, firmer this time. She sighs, but you break it off before it deepens.

"I do get a slight impression." You tease, making her laugh. Wanda playfully pinches your rib, and you squirm away, Wanda following you. "Hey, hey! That's a good thing since I love you so much!"

She starts chasing you in circles, down to the waterfall, the two of you laughing until you reach the water and let out exclamations at the freezing temperature. Wanda makes mention of turning around, and you grab her by the waist, pulling her back.

"No, no, honey, you wanted to swim, let's go then!" That was your only warning before you took her to the deep end for a swim with you.

After that came a few others. And you got into a competition of holding your breath, and Wanda thought she felt some animal on her leg and jumped on you, and there were also some leaps off a rock.

One, maybe two hours passed, and you had her pressed against the edge.

Your gasping was muffled by the sound of the water. Wanda had one hand in your hair and another on your neck, trying to have the slightest control over the passionate kisses you had been exchanging for minutes. 

She was failing, though. Apparently, you knew all too well how to kiss her right, the way that made her legs turn to jelly and turned her into a complete mess. 

You sucked on her tongue next, and she whimpered.

With a breathless giggle, you broke the kiss, your lips moving down her jaw and neck.

"God, those sounds you make, Wands..." You whisper, your hands previously firm on her waist, begin to rise and Wanda has to bite her lips to contain herself. "It's addictive, baby. I kind of want to discover them all."

Your hands find her breasts and squeeze. Light at first, and then firmer. Wanda moaned right in your ear, and you almost lost your sanity. 

Staring at her again, you found rosy cheeks and pupils dilated completely. Wanda stared back, and you swallowed dryly, moving your hands to her shoulders where you pushed up the straps of her bra. 

With the item lose around her, you stepped forward into the back clasp, and Wanda bit her lips with the diminished distance, closing her eyes for a second.

With her breasts showing, your hands went up. Not to them, but to her cheeks.

"Is that all right? We don't have to...there's no rush, I mean." You tell her, and Wanda sighs, an affectionate smile appearing on her lips.

"I'm ready if you are." She retorts, making you smile as well.

You look around, however, chuckling lightly afterward. "But it's kind of uncomfortable here, don't you think? We can go back to my dorm..."

Wanda nods, cutting you off with a firm kiss that makes you grunt affectedly. "Can we just play for a while, detka? You got me all wet and I'm not talking about the water-"

You interrupt her with another grunt. "God, Wands, of course." She smiles as you kiss her again, and this time, although she is sighing with every movement of your fingers on her nipples, she seems in control, the strong grip on the back of your neck tells you so.

You break the kiss and move your mouth down to her breasts, and Wanda throws her head back when your tongue teases the tip before you take it in and start sucking. 

"J-just like that, love... keep going..." She guides with a trembling voice, thighs pressing together under the water. You give a particularly delicious suck and her knees almost give way. "Fuck, that feels so good."

You pull your mouth away, and return your hands to kissing before commenting good-humoredly, "I was kind of hoping for the piercings..." You tease, and Wanda chuckles between one sigh and another, turning her face to have you kiss her again.

You do, with enough passion and fervor that she adjusts the weight of her feet, and has to hold your shoulder for support. She tries to regain control, but your hand moves down to her panties, and once your fingers tease her over the fabric, Wanda loses it.

An affected whimper escapes her lips, and her urge is to pull her face away to breathe, but you chase after her mouth. And you kiss her, and kiss her, even as your fingers push the fabric aside and slide between the folds of her pussy, teasing your way inside before sinking into her at once.

You both moan at the contact, and you don't let Wanda escape your tongue, kissing her as you finger her tight cunt, in and out, curling your fingers in a way that gives her no choice but to moan into your mouth, unable to match the kiss with the build of her orgasm.

It didn't take long to arrive - and you held her by the waist with one hand, the other with your fingers buried deep inside her, fucking her as she spilled herself into your fingerprints, squirming and moaning against your mouth, two satisfied breathless smiles forming.

You almost gave up looking for a more comfortable place, aware of the throbbing inside your own pants, but Wanda gave a gentle tug on your hand, signaling for you to withdraw your fingers for the overstimulation. She kissed you, intense and passionate, before putting a little more distance between you, breathing out of rhythm as you did.

"Let's go home, detka." She asks on a sigh. "I want to taste you."

No chance of you refusing that.

–//–

Wanda could hardly believe this was happening. 

You, in her bed - well, your bed by semantics - squirming against the pillows over her touch. She was making you feel like this. So hot and needy and horny. And it wasn't even for the first time. 

You did it a few times now, it was already dark outside. Still, you didn't get tired of her. She was even less tired of you. She was addicted, to your smell, your taste, and the sounds you make.

"Babe, fuck, right there..." You moaned with your hands grabbing the sheets, your eyes closed. Wanda slid her tongue deep inside you, drinking your juices as you came in a whimper, and was surprised when the instinctive movement of her hips against the bed combined to bring you to high, brought her climax too. She grunted against your intimacy, feeling herself dripping down her own thighs. "Wands, come here."

She moved leisurely, marking your body with hard kisses that made you sigh. Wanda lay on top of you, and your hands went to her waist, hugging her.

You kissed her on the mouth, moaning to your own taste on her tongue, and Wanda was considering returning to your pussy when you spun her around on the bed and got a surprised giggle from her.

The kiss intensified before subsiding until you ended up with your faces close together, noses touching and bodies embraced. Your hand on her waist, and one of hers on your face, tracing your skin.

There is this long moment of silence. Just the two of you, breathing together and enjoying each other's warmth. The curfew rings low outside your dormitory, which is filled with the voices of the other girls, returning to their rooms, and you sigh lightly, hugging Wanda a little tighter.

"Can we stay here? Like, just stay. Forever." You ask her with a sigh, blinking your eyes open at her. Wanda smiles, putting her hand on your cheek.

"Not forever, detka." She whispers back, brushing her nose against yours. Before you can be disappointed, she adds. "One day we'll have our own bed."

You close your eyes, smiling. "Yeah?"

"I'll probably have to get a job first though." She jokes, and you laugh softly, hiding your face in her neck.

"I can totally be the home provider. I have an inheritance, you know."

Wanda chuckles lightly, adjusting to prop her elbow on the bed. You lay your head on the pillow, opening your eyes to her, and look at her so passionately that she feels her cheeks warm.

"I probably have one too, if I ever talk to my parents again." She murmurs, and you swallow dryly, watching the change in her posture, only for her to shake her head slightly, and force a smile. "Sorry, for ruining the mood. Come here-"

"Don't do that." You interrupted her gently, pulling away as she went to kiss you. Adjusting your body, you mimicked her elbow support position and gestured a finger between you. "This is incredible, Wands. The sex I say. But you and I are friends first and foremost, we talk to each other. You can talk to me about anything, always. I'm right here for you, and I'm not going anywhere. Ever again."

Wanda swallows dryly, and this time when she comes closer, you don't pull away. You kiss her back with intensity, and she breaks away to look into your eyes.

"I'm here too, you know. You can tell me everything." She retorts softly, and you smile, one hand moving down to her thigh, where your fingers caress her skin.

"And what do you want to know?" You return casually, and Wanda gives a weak laugh before assuming a thoughtful expression for a moment.

"For starters, why Stark and not Rogers?" She asks surprising you a little. Wanda shrugs her shoulders. "You grew up being Captain Rogers' daughter, but I've seen you correct Rach about that. Why?"

You sigh slightly, looking away from her face for a moment. "It's kind of silly, but I just... well, my dad married Peggy, you know? And they had the twins and-"

"Wait, what?" Wanda cuts in surprise. "You have siblings?"

It's your turn to laugh. "Yeah... sorry, I didn't mention that before, did I?"

Wanda gives you a gentle slap on the shoulder. "Y/N! That's the kind of news you tell your best friend!"

You chuckle again, kissing her cheeks. "Sorry, baby, I didn't know how to include this in the conversation really. It seemed silly for me to come in saying 'hey I have siblings that I don't really talk to, but they're there.'"

Wanda stares at you intensely, studying your expression. "You don't get along with them?" 

Shrugging, you move to lie down beside her, pulling a sheet over you. Wanda turns her body toward you, as you do to her, face to face.

"It's not like that." You begin to explain. "They're kids, there's no way to not get along with them yet. Peggy got pregnant shortly after my father got worse. I wasn't in England anymore, I didn't even see them being born or staying around much. And I was in New York for two years, you know? I think I became Y/N Stark, much more than I was a Rogers. When I went back to England, after Dad died, I didn't even feel at home anymore. It was strange. To feel like an intruder in your own family."

"Babe, I'm sorry." She says sincerely, but you smile at her.

"Don't worry, honey." You say. "It wasn't anyone's fault. Peggy is great, really. And they're really sweet, James and Sarah, the twins, I say. They're very sweet kids. But, I don't know, the Rogers family already seemed complete. And I really missed Tony. I think the last name, and the tattoo was my way of keeping him with me."

Wanda nods in understanding, her gaze falling to your naked torso. She pulls the sheet down but lets her fingers move up to the tattoo in the middle of your chest.

Her fingers trace the small circle and the letters before she looks up at you. "As I said before, it's as morbid as it is beautiful." 

You chuckle lightly, giving her a gentle pinch on the hip. "What about yours? I still don't understand what the drawing means."

Wanda shrugs and turns her back to you so that you can look at the tattoo more closely. Your finger traces the design immediately, outlining every detail.

"Can you guess what it is?" she asks with her eyes closed, appreciating your touch.

You sigh slightly. "It looks kind of mystical, like a demon. Maybe an angel? I see a crown."

She laughs lightly, shaking her head. "It's a witch."

"Huh. Cool." You mutter, tracing your fingers upward on the drawing. "It's really quite pretty. It even has a planet in here. How did you get the idea?"

She shrugs her shoulders. "I don't really know, I think I dreamed up the design. I took it to the tattoo artist, and it was done."

"Do you still draw? Like when we were kids?"

"No, not really." She murmurs. "Not since Pietro."

You move your arm under the pillow where her head is resting, and the other goes to her waist. Your torso presses against her back and your lips kiss her shoulder. "Got it." You murmur, hugging her. 

Wanda relaxes into your embrace, and you close your eyes as you rest your face on the crease of her neck.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x reader #elizabeth olsen x reader #Mystery Club

[a-flaming-idiot]

A list of Miraculous headcanons a friend and I have collected over time of indecently chattering about Miraculous Ladybug. Despite the fact, we both hate it and haven't seen most of the series.

Nathalie is the daughter of an Italian crime family

She left to work for her friends Gabriel and Emilie but still keeps close contacts with her family(For "Emergencies")

Nathalie has made a few people "disappear" as needed over the years

Both by her own hands and by calling in a favor from one of her brothers or cousins

Gorilla is Russian which is why he never speaks since he barely understands a word of French

Gorilla got into some big trouble as a young man and ended up having to get saved by Nathalie's family which landed him in debt to them and working for the family

Gorilla has known Nathalie since she was a little girl

Gorilla has nicknames for a lot of the other characters

Little Bird - Nathalie, Little Red - Marinette, Candy Cane Fashion Man - Gabriel, Little Cat Boy - Adrien

Nathalie dragged Gorilla with her to Paris when she went to work for the Agrestes, against Gorilla's wishes

Gorilla didn't like the French, calling them "Baggette munching surrender monkeys"

That was until he walked into the Dupain-Cheng bakery and met the most imposing Frenchman he'd ever seen in Tom

Then immediately followed by getting hit in the face with a baker's peel by Sabine who saw a giant silent man rushing at her husband and the register and reacted as so(Gorilla wanted to greet Tom but was too intimidating for his own good)

Marinette has only recently come to Paris and so still speaks very little French

She is adorable and struggling but getting along, especially after befriending Adrien

Adrien is helping Marinette to get better at French since he also speaks Mandarin Chinese and is pretty familiar with being surrounded by other languages he doesn't know

Adrien speaks French, not-perfect Mandarin, and a bit of Italian and Russian

So Adrien has regularly had the experience since of catching only a few words as Nathalie yells at Gorilla in Italian, Gorilla argues back in Russian, Marinette asks a million questions in Mandarin, and Gabriel is loudly bewildered in French

Gorilla respects Marinette since her parents are awesome and she also is a confused foreigner who cannot speak French

They sometimes just nonverbally communicate at each other

Think random finger guns and knowing nods

Gorilla and Nathalie chauffeur Adrien and Marinette on their silliness both as a part of their job and to escape Gabriel

This is less of a headcanon and more of just a shared fact that neither of us trusts Emilie. That bitch is up to something in her casket

Gorilla has given the kids alcohol before since in Russia, they would be able to drink.

"A little part of Russia, come with me~," he says, as he's about to give two teenagers vodka.

Gorilla once got akumatized into a Russian themed villain. But all he did was take over the Agreste mansion, make it look like the St Basil's Cathedral, throw Gabriel into the basement with a note on the door that just says "Makeshift Gulag", and make sure Adrien has a good day.

Ladybug was very hesitant to let Gabriel out of the basement

Especially after Akumatized Gorilla kindly invited Marinette's family over for dinner

It was a very interesting day

Really It's more of an AU at this point but most of them are applicable to canon.

#miraculous ladybug #adrien agreste #miraculous ladybug headcanons #marinette dupain cheng #nathalie sancoeur #gabriel agreste #miraculous gorilla #Placide I.T. #miraculous au #none of this makes sense #But it gives me a reason to do a bad Russian accent and make my friend laugh #So we make do

[saltygilmores]

Thoughts While Watching Gilmore Girls-3x8: Let The Games Begin aka Let The ShitCircus Begin Aka Clowntown (Part 2)

@ernestonlysayslovelythings: "Luke saying "Rory will rub off on Jess" seems like a missed opportunity for a joke" Indeed, my friend. He lobbed me a softball and I missed the catch. In all fairness, I was ducking it in hopes that said softball would miss me and bean Lorelai in the forehead. *cracks knuckles* *deep inhale*

Rory and Jess have just signed an 8 month No Rubbing Off contract. Rory is saving all Rubbing Off until marriage. Not her marriage, just a marriage (okay, fine,I plagarized this one) There will be no Rubbing Off until funding for the Handjobs For the Hollow initiative is secured

Shane : (emitting a series of swan honks) Translation: “I was rubbing off on him every day! Until he fucking cut off my hands!" At least I think that's what she said. There are different swan dialects. I’m still learning how to translate, doing SwanOLingo…

After Kirk comes into the diner grief stricken about his missing Dance Marathon trophy, Rory arrives after, where she appears nervous and has a very stilted and awkward interaction with Luke, and my brain was so half asleep that I couldn't figure out why. Then I'm like...oh yeah. That whole Jess thing. Right. Someone just woke the hell up.

I love that this scene is supposed to take place after school (confirmed by Kirk asking Rory where she was at 10am today and she says school) and Jess is rubbing his eyes like he just woke up.

It's nice to see Rory looking at Jess like a deer caught in the headlights because she in quiet awe of him, as opposed to Rory looking at Dean like a dear in the headlights because she fears him.

Tomatos sign! Another reminder that this feral kitten is a grown woman's arch nemesis and in a few moments she's going to say she wishes he would die in a house fire. Don't listen to him, Luke. Look at this kitten. He's clearly emaciated. He got seperated from his feral cat colony and he's hungry. *checks for microchip* *puts out a tin of tuna* *pspspsps*

You would, miss Eats Parmesan Cheese Straight from the Can and Sandwiches With No Innards and French Toast Without Utensils. Soon to be Miss E Coli. We interupt this nonsense for some breaking news. As I was writing this, I was interrupted by an earthquake.

This must have been God breaking free of the heavens and blessing the union between Rory and Jess. Or more like Satan breaking free from the earth and cursing this bitch.

Smoother than a fresh jar of Skippy, this SexCriminal.

This was a grade a Filet Mignon Okuh right here. I will continue to delight in the fact that Rory and SexCriminalJess dated for 6-7 months and despite all the fretting from adults with nothing else to do but nose into the sex lives of adult teenagers, they never have sex, and after all that fuss and furious cockblocking she just ends up screwing Dean instead. The fact that the adults in Stars Hollow are so in awe of Jess' sexual prowess to believe that if Rory were to be in his presence unsupervised for mere moments, her clothes would just fly off and they'd be found humping on the floor is hilarious and infuriating but also, not completely untrue.

"There goes my nephew the Gigolo" He's in awe the speed in which his nephew works, as it would take Luke over 4 years to get Lorelai upstairs alone to makeout.

#SexCriminals Look at all this furious naked humping going on. By god, I bet she's already pregnant. This is the sexiest complete avoidance of eye contact I've ever seen. You better hurry and put a stop to this, Adults!

That kiss was so chaste Mama Kim wouldn't even blink. She could bring them to church and use them as explemary role models for abstinence. They're even Leaving Room for Jesus. Luke:

That was A MINUTE. I know we're going to hear from Lorelai at a future time about how Crusty impregnated her with the speed of a jackrabbit on Adderall, so Jess could theoretically knock Rory up in a few seconds using telepathy or something, but give the boy some damn credit. Can't you people let this kid have ANY fucking joy (or privacy) in his life? I am so mad. It takes a lot for me to get mad at Luke Danes. This is what Luke and Lorelai are imagining will happen in less than a minute:

#gilmore girls #denise rewatches gilmore girls #Let The Shit CIrcus Begin #I mean #Let The Games Begin #LTGB #jess mariano #literati #rory gilmore #luke danes #gilmore girls season 3 #ive reached my limit for today with this one #Luke sucks

[mellowgoop]

Ok so, I generally hear this line as some evil somebody wishing dracula back, but this time I couldnt help but remember how often Alucard was called the vampire messiah or something similar in season one when the people needed him to save them from dracula

so like, this has to be him laying low, right? It just looks so aggressively like a disguise and before long hes going to be in the same position as these french elite vampires begin to fade out and dracula becomes the bigger bad

(spoilers) not to mention, him saving Richter in the true SOTN portion of the series is going to be particularly emotional this time from the looks of things ;~;

#castlevania nocturne #castlevania #tfw you get to drop designs for rondo richter and sotn alucard in your show... insane

[sherwoodknights]

SP 1999 EPISODE 5 LIVEBLOG

And thus begins the final 2 parter of the series!!!!

Uh oh its 1794 and they're at an orphanage in paris

I'm gonna get my heart ripped out by the Dauphin aren't I goddammit

THE KIDS CALLING HIM YOUR MAJESTY LMAOOO

MY POOR BOY STOP SHOUTING AT HIM

I don't care what version of the story it is, I can and will get emotional over the Dauphin

LEAVE THE CHILD ALONE HES A LITERAL CHILD STOP MAKING HIM INSULT HIS PARENTS FFS

Who is the spooky man in the mask

Richard E Grant are you the spooky man in the mask

HE JUST FULL ON PUNCHED A WOMAN IN THE FACE AND STABBED A MAN IM NOT SO SURE THATS RICHARD E GRANT

Transformers wishes it has explosions like this

Awww percy being nice to the painter what a king

Women in pretty dresses yes please <3333

Marguerite in red dress is GORGEOUSSSS

Suzanne is also gorgeous for the record

PERCY AND MARGOT STOP HAVING FIGHTS IN FRONT OF THE PRINCE

SHES LEAVING HIM?????

Please tell me that was all part of a plan

I do not care if you are the Prince of England sir you will not touch my wife

Oh no

Oh I don't think it was planned at all

Margot you know what happened the last 2 times you were alone in france

Ugh ffs Chauvelin leave her aloneeeeee

"Your English is better than mine" says the British actor to the American actress

God they're so bad at small talk

Yeah Marguerite why have you left Percy we'd all like to know

Stop enjoying this so much Chauvvy damn

GET YOUR HANDS OFF HER SHES SLEEPING

Oh wait he was waking her up my bad

What do the French government want with Marguerite thoooo

OH SHIT MAYBE IT IS A PLAN

GODDAMN THEY HAD ME FOOLED

Robespierre has a model village akdndjeksndnd??????

Robespierre rolling his eyes and looking disgusted while Marguerite talks about falling in love with Percy lmaoooooo

She is a person thank you very much don't call her a piece of propaganda

Omgggg do we get to see margot back on stage lets gooo

"You should be in politics" oh robespierre if only you knew

WHY IS ROBESPIERRE LIKE A SULKING CHILDDDD

Chauvvy with a cigarette is kinda hot????

Andrew in a silly revolutionary beanie is too cute lmao

Who are they looking for

OH SHIT THE GUY THEYRE LOOKING FOR IS HANGING FROM THE CEILING

Yeah you go you funky actress stick your scene partners head into your chest

Oh god margot had to share a carriage with Chauvvy AND Robespierre?? That must have been the world journey in the worlddd

Oh nevermind the actress is a raging bitch

Aksjejskekrkrk she insulted robespierres playwrighting abilities

"It's an honour, Citizen robespierre-" "no, its an intrusion" lmao what a line

PERCY STOP KISSING YOUR WIFE CHAUVELIN IS RIGHT THERE

PERCY AND MARGOT REUNION AGAIN <3333

Uh oh the shaver cut Robespierre he's gonna dieee

He doesn't believe Percy is the Pimpernel despite the fact that he admitted it to Chauvelin??? Trust issues in full throttle I see

You go percy save that woman I believe in you

ROBESPIERRE BALANCING THE GLASSES ON THE WIG AGAIN LMAOOO

SIR THE DAUPHIN IS A CHILD DO NOT DARE BRING HIM TO TRIAL

The only time I will agree with Robespierre in this series is when he refuses to put a 10 year old on trial and execute him

Honestly Andrew looks so fit in his revolutionary disguise

Oh no where's the woman they were gonna save gone

OH FUCKED SHES BEEN DROWNED AND HER NECKS BEEN BROKEN

Stop bullying margot you bitch she's more of an actor than you'll ever be

We get a lot of sassy robespierre this episode and I'm enjoying it honestly

I hope the guy on stage rips his pants

Not out of spite or anything I just think it would be funny

I swear to god if she sabotages Margot ill cry

Girl what the fuck kind of Epilogue is this

DONT CALL MY WIFE A TRAITOR YOU BASTARD

Shoutout that one random man in the audience for starting to sing i guess????

Look he saved Marguerite from looking completely stupid good on him

Two seconds ago they were insulting her and now they're carrying her through the streets on shoulders??

Aww percy looks so proud of her <33

Another episode done!

Only one episode left this season now, I can't wait to see how this goes!!

#the scarlet pimpernel #sky liveblogs #sky watches sp1999 #the scarlet pimpernel 1999 #richard e. grant #Martin shaw #elizabeth mcgovern

[neowinestainedress]

rebs!! within europe, which country would you say have many polyglots?

i personally think it's italy bc i think people there understand 2/3 other languages beyond intermediate level? do you think italy provides solid language-learning system in schools (compared to your european counterparts)?

This is longer than I expected, I had many complaints to do lmao

Honestly, I have no idea... I think Italy sucks when it comes to teaching languages. I learned English by myself because in elementary school the English teacher was never the same and every year we basically did the same things over and over again. In middle school I had better teachers but I didn't have a base so I struggled a lot and one direction and tv series saved my ass. In high school we do grammar for the first two years and then the other three are just literature, so if you're fluent, you're fine, but if you're not, it's going to be hell. (Probably it depends on the professor too, mine was pretty strict and I found her funny and iconic only because I was good, but some of my friends that weren't fluent hated her a lot, and they were right)

We only do another language in middle school (either French or Spanish). I learned French but yeah... The professors were terrible, I only had a good one in the second year but it wasn't enough. I mean, I was better at French than English back then, but I hated it so much I almost completely lost all my knowledge after.

After middle school, if you want to study languages there's the "linguistic high school" but from what I know it's not like it's much better, especially for languages like German or Chinese.

In Italy there are some regions that have other official languages like French, German, and Albanian (don't know if it's official, but a lot of small countries in the east-south speak it).

I just think Italians are slick and most of the time speak with their bodies, and when it comes to understanding others we are not like French (sorry not sorry) and even if the pronunciation is not perfect we just think about getting to the point. Also, quoting that tweet that was popular saying "Portuguese, Spanish and Italian speakers understanding each other without speaking the same language" it's true. We have the same roots so for survival needs I think we can communicate pretty well, and at least understand what we're saying. Still, I don't think many of us are fluent in more than another language. But probably I'm thinking too much about the older generation, idk the younger ones seem to be more interested in languages, I think the Universities that involve languages are the most popular rn, so this could change in the next few years? But we are also a very old country (many old people and no newborns) so I don't think I'm wrong for now.

I would say Switzerland is the most polyglot because they speak Italian, French and German but it's based on the cantons, so I'm not sure they speak more languages in a single one. The other one is probably Germany. They seem like the most open-minded and also very global, but I don't know much about the school system.

In conclusion, I think that the Italian school system is just really hard and puts students under a lot of stress without making them accomplish a lot, and that involves languages too. I wish I was the only one, but if you ask young people where they learned English, 80% of them will answer like I did, on their own, with music, movies, and fanfictions... that tells you everything about how the system teaches languages. Also, I think that the ones speaking more languages are the mixed couples children (I'm one, but for reasons, my Spanish is hanging on a thin line) and the second generations' children that speak Italian, their parent's language, and one or two that they learn later on. But white Italians? Either they're passionate about it or they don't care. This is also why I talked about being open-minded, unfortunately, Italy is going through a very bad fascist turn of events again and foreign languages are seen as threats, the prime minister wants to fine people for using English words when they speak, and that's all from 1925. Not saying that if you don't speak other languages you're fascist, but that's another factor to consider when you analyze the way people act when it comes to the topic, you simply might not be good at that (just like some people are not good at math, or art and so on) but that doesn't give you the right to push foreign languages down or mock them, or treat people that spend time learning a new one as if they're stupid.

So what I'm thinking is, in the new generation there's a lot of us speaking more than 2/3 languages but I think at least 70% is because those are already the mother tongues (so Italian because they were born and raised here and then the one they speak with the family) the rest is taught at school but only if you want to learn them. Considering the oldest generation makes up most of this country, I still think we're losing compared to other places in Europe.

This turned into a rant, and you just learned to never ask me anything ever again I'M SO SORRY PLEASE FORGIVE ME

Also, can you explain why you think we're almost fluent in 2/3 languages? I'm curious to know why it looks like this on the outside.

#answered #everloving-avenue #never make me speak on anything ever again #wrote a fucking drabble on languages somebody lock me up #me: i have no idea #also me: writes the bible

[canmom]

L'aventure de Canmom à Annecy - Vendredi 2: The Tunnel to Summer, the Exit of Goodbyes

It's almost a week since the day now but here's more Annecy writeups! I will be republishing this whole series in a very fancy filterable way on canmom.art soon, so look out for that!

Friday's second act was the new anime film The Tunnel to Summer, The Exit of Goodbyes (夏へのトンネル、さよならの出口 Natsu he Tonneru, Sayonara no Deguchi), a title which conveniently only uses kanji from the first ~10 levels of Wanikani so it's nice and easy to read. That said, this showing had both English and French subtitles, so I didn't need to lean on my Japanese knowledge this time. Here's a trailer...

This film seems to have been out in Japan for long enough that it's already available on nyaa (GJM are working on a sub), but this was actually my first time hearing about it. It was originally a light novel by Mei Hachimoku, then a manga, and now an anime film by Tomohisa Taguchi.

Taguchi has a pretty good track record as a director, although mostly stuff I've not seen. In fact the only of his works I've seen before is the original series Akudama Drive (2020), which is a very stylish scifi heist anime. He also directed the recent Bleach film, and the 2017 Kino's Journey TV anime, as well as a number of adaptations of the Persona games.

As seems to be customary for screenings at the Bonlieu Grand Salle, he and one of the producers (I regret that I didn't make a note of which of the three) came on stage before the film to comment a little. [That guy on the left - I'm not sure his name but he seems to be one of the main people running Annecy, since he introduced most of the films and carried out interviews at most of the Grand Salle screenings I went to.]

Taguchi remarked that most of his previous work has been action, so this more grounded romance film was a big change of pace. He spoke about wanting to capture the loneliness of the two main characters. The animation was carried out at Studio CLAP, a young studio whose previous work is Pompo the Cinephile, which we watched on Animation Night 123.

This film actually ended up winning the 'Paul Grimault Award', one of the three awards bestowed to feature films, which is named after a French animator who I presently mostly know from the bus stop by Cinema Pathé; at some point I gotta dig in more lmao.

So, with all that introduction... what sort of film was it? I went in expecting a solidly made summer movie in the Makoto Shinkai idiom... and that is indeed precisely what I got.

The story concerns two highschoolers, Kaoru (our main viewpoint character) and Anzu. Kaoru is a boy whose sister died when he was young, leading to his parents breaking up and his father falling into alcoholism. Since she was attempting to retrieve a beetle for him, he blames himself for the death - a sentiment shared by his father. Anzu meanwhile is a new transfer student who arrives at the school and immediately makes waves by acting standoffish towards the other students. She has aspirations to become a mangaka, following in the footsteps of her grandfather, but this has estranged her from the rest of her family who disapproved of his lack of success. So she severely doubts her own talent.

The pair meet on a rainy day waiting for a train that is delayed by hitting a deer, at which Kaoru lends Anzu his umbrella. This train stop becomes a recurring motif throughout the film, symbolising the evolution of their relationship. The other major element is a local legend of the 'Urashima Tunnel', which can grant wishes, at the price that time is drastically slowed down inside the tunnel, so that seconds inside the tunnel pass as hours outside. Kaoru discovers the tunnel is in fact real, and might give him a way to save his sister; Anzu follows him and the pair start researching the properties of the tunnel (e.g. its effect on phone communications), and draw up a plan to enter it and get what they want, even if it sends them thousands of years into the future.

Naturally they grow closer together and start to form a romantic relationship. Kaoru learns about Anzu's manga, and comes to the conclusion that she doesn't lack talent at all - and he also knows (somehow) that the tunnel is not capable of bestowing talent, only restoring things that were lost. So in the end (spoilers!) Kaoru enters the tunnel in secret without Anzu knowing. Eight years pass on the outside during which Anzu becomes a successful mangaka, still eaten by her highschool relationship; inside over a matter of minutes Kaoru finds his sister, and spends a little time with her, before realising that actually what he really needs is to be with Anzu, so he texts her and starts running back. They reunite near the entrance of the tunnel, smooch, and live happily ever after (even though Kaoru is still a high schooler and there's an eight year age gap lmao, this just straight up isn't even mentioned as a potential issue).

Generally I enjoyed the buildup a lot more than the final act. That this kind of movie centres on a heterosexual relationship is inevitable, but Anzu and Kaoru's hesitant relationship is genuine and sweet - the scene where Kaoru is reading Anzu's manga as she anxiously waits for his opinion is especially well observed. The pair's efforts, led by Anzu, to analyse the properties of the tunnel through experimentation is fun, since that's precisely what I would do if confronted with a magical tunnel of time dilation. That said, the central fantastical conceit, the time dilation tunnel, doesn't feel like an especially interesting metaphor.

Compared to the films of Makoto Shinkai, which visually and narratively it hews very close to (complete with the coloured highlights), the notable divergence is that the couple don't end up separated and do get their happy ending. Kaoru's decision to break their compact and leave Anzu alone outside the tunnel for eight years ultimately... just doesn't matter too much. He realises he needs to move on, says goodbye to his sister, and reunites with Anzu. I think it might be more interesting if Anzu actually ended up moving on and starting a different relationship and Kaoru had to face up to the fact that he has thrown away his one connection, but then I'm a miserable bitch who loves suffering lmao. Alternatively, I think it would be really cool if they actually did send themselves thousands of years into the future, although it would put this film into a very different genre.

In any case, the ending to this film ultimately left me a little cold. Yay, breeding pair got together.

Even so, it was absolutely an entertaining film; the environments are suitably beautiful, the animation is solid. Whether you'd enjoy it will probably depend how much you enjoy the "summer movie magical romance" subgenre. If you like Makoto Shinkai's movies, you'll probably like this one. If you hate Makoto Shinkai's movies, I expect you'd feel much the same about this one.

Speaking of Makoto Shinkai, I was a little surprised not to see Suzume in competition. But in general it seems pretty random which anime studios decide to submit their work to Annecy. Some studios like Science Saru have a pretty close relationship with the festival, others seem to ignore it entirely. (Perhaps it is a case of like, for smaller studios it's a valuable chance for promotion, but Makoto Shinkai is basically guaranteed a massive worldwide audience so he doesn't need to bother to come out to France?)

#l'aventure de canmom à annecy #film #anime #the tunnel to summer the exit of goodbyes #animation #annecy festival #annecy #Youtube

[fairytaleslive]

What are your top 12 favorite fairy tale princesses/heroines?

@ariel-seagull-wings Thank you for this question! <3

I admit that this was harder to narrow down than I thought and I am sure that tommorow I'll remember some childhood favorite that I forgot to mention, but here I go:

1) Kate Crackernuts She is the "less bonny" sister who runs away from home, visits the fairy kingdom like it's nothing, single-handedly saves her sister and saves her Prince. This girl has done it all. I wish there were more adaptations though. The Czech one from 1993 is decent but it focuses more on the love story between Anne and the young king, so Kate doesn't have as much space as I would prefer. And with the book retellings being on the rise in the past years, I am surprised that no-one dared to tackle this story…. (there is a book by Katharine Mary Briggs, I've tried to read it but the language-wise it's a very difficult and frankly, boring read)

2) Allerleirauh I love nearly all variants of this tale, be it German Allerleirauh, English Cap-o'-Rushes, Catskin or Czech Princess With the Golden Star. I definitely prefer versions that go with forced marriage to an evil king, rather than to the Princess's own father and many of my favorite adaptations choose this path as well, be it Russian "Donkeyskin" (1982), Czech "Princess With the Golden Star" (1959) or Czech "You're a Princess, Láďa!" (1979) - which is a more comedic version where the Princess crossdresses as a boy and becomes a kitchen helper.

3) The girl (Bohdanka) from The Seven Ravens I like The Wild Swans and The Six Swans variants just as well, but I very much prefer the Czech version where the siblings are not royal and Bohdanka only becomes a Princess by marrying the young king. I love the 2015 Czech adaptation (Netflix), the 1993 is a bit too dramatic for my taste and takes the spotlight from the heroine which I think is a shame. Märchenperlen's The Six Swans from 2012 was on the other hand very well done, with the story concentrated on the bond between the siblings and the love between the girl and the King, as it should be.

4) Cinderella She was my favorite when I was a child and I always enjoyed Němcová's version* which is actually similar to French "Finette Cendron" and has Cinderella killing ogres before the whole shenanigans with balls and slippers even start. *Božena Němcová (1820–1862) was a Czech collector of folk fairytales I need to talk about my favorite adaptations some other time because this post is already getting way too long :).

5) The heroine from East of the Sun and West of the Moon As with Allerleirauh, I like all the variants of this tale I've read so far, I love how it gender reverses the usual trope and it's the heroine who sets off to save her lover who is, for the most part, more of a passive character (ok, special shout out to Black Bull of Norroway, who literally slays a devil/dragon)

6) The Princess from "Fearless Mikesh" Doesn't matter if we're speaking of the written tale by Němcová or one of its film adaptations, such as The Brave Blacksmith (1983) or Fearless (1988), the core story is the same: a young man sets off to learn how to fear and decides to find a kidnapped and/or enchanted princess that disappeared from her kingdom. The princess secretly helps him on his way, often in different forms (as a fox dwarf or an old hag), to test his skills and to lead him to the magician who cursed her. (cool girl, shapeshifting powers probably borrowed from the evil wizard who kidnapped her, helps the hero to save the day)

7) Růženka (Rose) from "The speaking bird, the water of life and the three golden apples" by Božena Němcová (gets magical objects, saves her brothers, resurrects her mother, reunites her parents and calls it a day) Recently a variant of this tale was adapted by Sechs auf einen Streich series: Three Royal Children/Die drei Königskinder from 2019.

8) The Peasant's Wise Daughter from the fairytale of the same name (outwits the king, fights for justice for the lower class)

9) The Princess from The King of Seven Veils ("Il Re dei Sette Veli", collected by Antonio de Nino) It's kinda like gender swapped King Thrushbeard or Němcová's Punished Pride: instead of a proud princess refusing a perfectly nice king, here we have a beautiful but vain king who refuses a lovely princess. And she does what any other girl in her position would do: sets off to the world with a regiment of soldiers (they always come in handy), in one kingdom she saves a princess, in another she saves a queen, before finally arriving the the land of the King of Seven Veils. He falls in love with her and she embroiders his veils with a picture of a monk and a nun (because he said he won't marry her unless he becomes a monk and she becomes a nun), but he doesn't take a hint, so she leaves him an actual written note and returns to her kingdom, so he can pursue her :D. I just had to include at least one Italian fairytale, I love how active the heroines in Italian fairytales are, many of them just literally go around the world and save random people before returning home/finding true love for themselves. And I love this one especially because it was loosely adapted as a Czech 1999 TV fairytale film "The Princess of Rimini" which I adore to bits <3

10) The Frog Princess/Vasilisa the Wise While the Princess from Fearless has magic because of her curse, Vasilisa seems to have magic independent of Koschei's powers. And I am always here for witch-princesses, we need more of them in our fairytales. Shout out to Mila Sivatskaya as Vasilisa the Wise in The Last Warrior (2017) who is literally a kick-ass apprentice of Baba Yaga in this adaptation.

11) Beauty from Beauty and the Beast No, it wouldn't be fair to omit "Belle" whom I loved from Jeanne-Marie Leprince de Beaumont's version even before I've seen the timeless Disney movie.

12) Princess Desirée from The White Doe/The Doe in the Woods by Madame d'Aulnoy She is not a particularly active character which might make her a strange choice among the others I named, but I was always fascinated by her curiosity of the outside world and later by her free life in the woods where she's a doe during the day and a human by night. As a child, I thought it was a cool deal and I was disappointed when she got "saved" by the Prince and left the woods where she's been so happy.

Honorable mentions: Fanta-Ghirò the Beautiful, Molly Whuppie, Sorfarina, Janet from Tamlin, youngest princess from Salt Above Gold, Tatterhood…

#favorite fairytales #fairytales #asks

[popcornforone]

Family Is More Than Blood

Chapter 3 of the Is That All Mr Gutierrez Series

Master list

Chapter two

Welcome back to Javi G my lovely’s. We’re still world building but I’m loving my plan for this series se.

I might actually do a few less chapters I have had a re think but I’m really enjoying doing this. He’s so different to my beloved Dave.

Most of this is written from the readers perspective but there is a surprise later…

Synopsis: You find Javis dad unconscious on the floor of his office, which springs a chain reaction of events which may very well jus r change yours & Javis lives.

Word count:2000

Warnings: this one is technically safe for under 18s but the series isn’t over all. Medical conditions, rush to hospital, mentions of fits strokes & medical conditions, fluff, pining, unrequited love, being over emotional. Omg I wrote a kinda safe fic… what’s going on with me

Thank you all as always for the read it’s really appreciated, all feedback is welcome

Your papers spill out of your hand & fly across the floor. He is slumped across the office tiles. You think he’s having a Stoke. His mouth is foaming & his body is having a fit. Thank god for the recent first aid responders course you took 6 weeks ago. Since everything that’s happened, you’ve been really proactive to be as good a person as you can, taking every first aid & life saving course possible, learning Portuguese & French, learning about all the agricultural the family does, ready for when the day arrives that this will be passed to Javi. But you were not expecting some of your new skills to be used so soon.

“Javier” you shout as you drop to your knees next to him & get your phone out to call for an ambulance. “Mr Gutierrez can you hear me” you check his pulse, it’s still there but it’s faint. You flick his tongue out of his mouth to make sure he doesn’t swallow it & put him in the recovery position. The voice down the phone speaks to you.

“Yes hello, hi”you say in a calm voice as you give them the address of where you are “Mr Javier Gutierrez Senior has had a fit & possibly a stroke, I have put him in the recovery position & I’ve made sure his air ways are clear, should I call for more help or can I leave him here while I get his medical records?” Your in full action mode & are in control, ready to do whatever the medical professionals people tell you to do, who reassure you that they are 7minutes away & getting to you as fast as possible & to keep talking to you on the phone. You can’t help but think to yourself, would anyone else have found him in time to have helped him. Was traffic from the hotel on this Wednesday morning, in your favour to get here earlier than usual? Fate you feel, has played a huge part in the safety & Protection of Mr Gutierrez senior.

You pace up & down the hospital corridor, you had called Mrs Gutierrez on the way in the ambulance telling her about her husband & had since called Javi, Luna & Sergio, his children. You might have found him slumped on the floor gasping for life, & knowing his full medical history, but as you are not family, the doctors aren’t telling you a thing. This means that every 3mins, your boss & friend Javi messages you asking how his dad is. You feel

Helpless that you can’t answer. You’ve been all the help in the world but now you feel completely useless, a spare part hanging about.

Sergio arrives first with Mrs Gutierrez & she hugs you & thanks you for working out what was going on so quickly. “I just wish i could tell you what’s happening, I’m not next of kin, so they won’t tell me” I calmly say as I hug her & Sergio goes to talk to a doctor. “You may as well be family my love, you know us better than we know ourselves & you helped us today. I will forever be in your debt” my phone pings again from Javi & his mum sees my face light up when I see that it’s him. “You know family is more than just blood & next of kin” she says but before she can say anything else, a pregnant Luna arrives & the three of them go into the room where Javier Senior rests. You decide now that most of the family is here, to go grab a coffee & something to eat & then message Javi to say you’re heading back to work, because the business still needs attending to.

Javi arrived back at his villa around 6pm & you are still in his office, sorting out the next part of the legal expansion for the company, headphones on, typing away letters, ready to be filed & approved by lawyers once Senior Gutierrez is back to full health. You only notice him when his arms drape around your shoulders & you can smell that expensive cologne. That fluffy hair feels so good against your neck & your gasp is one that you know is full of love & safety, not that you would ever let Javi know. He slowly removes one of your headphones & whispers to you.

“What you did today was above & beyond, you have no idea what you actually did, I’m sorry they wouldn’t talk to you, but thank you from the bottom of my heart & my families. We are all so enamoured by what you did so selflessly”. He whimpers, you can feel the sorry in his voice, he’s trying hard to be strong, but that’s never been Javis strong point. He’s carrying & nurturing, the most well mannered respected man. He has a persona to play but deep down he’s still that teenager who you fell for. He is ageing handsomely like a fine wine.

“Javi…” you reply softly turn in the office chair to look at him & caress his face “… you know I am strong enough for the both of us. You know I’d do that all again tomorrow, & I know that if it was my mum you’d do the same. Because I know you tried all you can to help with dad before” “sshhhhh… don’t talk about the pain, we have each other & that’s all that matters” he interrupts before holding you close. He still smells magnificent, his curl at the front of his head trying to work out where it’s going to go. An embrace of safety & emotion for you both. One you both cherish so much but you wish was so so much more. The temptation to lift his head, twist the curl & bring his lips to yours. The tension is there in your body waiting to be unleashed. You pine for your friend & wish you could comfort him in so many ways more than you currently are.

Eventually the hug breaks & Javi wipes a few tears away & sniffs. “How did I get so lucky to have you in my life…” Javi mumbles. That lip is quivering & you can feel the moment is approaching, the moment you’ve waited for since you were kids “… as my assistant & best friend, no one could ask for more. my life would be a shambles without you”. You always hope that one day he will want it & ask for more, that he will see you more than just your childhood friend & his assistant. But these little moments of weakness & vulnerability between the two of you just keep happening. You hope every time you’ve just misheard, but no, it’s always the same reply. But because it’s happening more regularly now you’re wondering if he is just saying it to convince himself. Those large brown eyes always linger for one extra heart beat each time.

The moments passed & your back to being friends, & his assistant. The lingering just a flash moment that flew past, as you say “that it would Javi, that it would” before holding his hand, reassurance that he is doing the right thing in his life & that everything is going to be okay. “So what I’ve organised today…” you then talk about what you’ve put in place for Javi for the next few days & how the business on all sides will cope with his father being away from it for a few days. Javi would much rather talk shop than talk emotions, that can wait for another day. He takes in your every word & watches your hands type & click away at the lap top & the schedules & plans, it calms him to know you have everything so well organised.

•

“Mr Gutierrez, you wanted to see me?” It’s 3 days later. Senior Gutierrez has been allowed home from hospital. It was just a fit due to his existing medical condition, but he hit his head on the way down & suffered a concussion. The doctors have told him to take it slow but he is in the office in his lounge wear, looking at everything that has been put in place while he’s been sick. He had already thanked you for everything you did that day, so this must be something important. “Ahhh yes I need to talk to you. Please take a seat” he plops himself on the sofa & pats the seat next to him, which you fill instantly.

“Family is important, my wife, my children, my extended family, & you & your family. We are all apart of this machine, weather we like it or not, & you & your family we have embraced with all our hearts…” he starts his speech gasping for air occasionally as ex smoker & an asthmatic, it’s usual. Your mind is racing. Usually chats like this end with a thank you for your service or it’s not working. He can see your body tense & become nervous. “… some members embrace & love you more than others.” He looks at you inquisitively. You realise you’re not losing your job.

“Life is short my love, you of all people know this, I want you to grab it with both your hands & embrace it. & if my soft sweet boy can’t recognise his own feelings for you, then you need to make it happen” you look at him in shock but blushing “Javier I…” “the man adores you, please make sure it happens, because you are clearly made for each other” He interrupts you & holds your hand reassuringly like you & his son do. “It will bring you both the happiness & the family you deserve” you go to answer but then In walks his nephew & Javis cousin Lucas to talk business. “I think that’s all I need to discus with you today. I’ll see you on Wednesday for our usual schedule meeting?” Javier senior says. You nod “so glad to see you back to work Javier” “well without you, I might not be here” you leave him to his meeting with Lucas.

As you drive to your meeting afterwards, your mind races. Javier Senior know you are in love with his son & is telling you to do what his son doesn’t have the courage to do. Ask him on a date. He is right. You are in love with him & life is too short. You’ve learnt that so many different ways in the last few years. It’s time you told him, it’s time you did something. It’s time you made Javi your someone special, & not wait to be asked anymore.

*

The day before Javier was released from hospital he spoke to Javi, who he noticed was distracted. Javi said it was the stress of the situation, but Javier could tell that his boy was nervous. “The last time I saw you this nervous was the day she came home, after what happened in Rome…”He asks him “stop waiting Javi, have some conviction ask her out” he says. Javi smirked at his dad “what if I muck it up though Papi Id lose her forever, as a friend, as a colleague, as the girl who’s lips felt like no one else’s?” Javi replies. “Well son, you need to take that plunge because life is short & you don’t want to one day sit here in hospital, & not have her be allowed to know what’s going on with you, family is more than just blood & love is more important than that.” Javi looks at his dad & smiles. He’s been given his blessing already to add you to the family officially, but he’s not sure he has the courage to actually instigate it & reveal his true feelings for you.

Chapter Four

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[marstheprinzess]

march language goals (+ february review) 💚

hello everyone & happy new month! ♡

i did get some slightly more active revision done this month, which i'm happy about. my plans of travelling/moving to nigeria before the summer have also changed till after summer, which i was quite bummed about. i wasn't really surprised tho but i will see it as a blessing in disguise, nonetheless. i did plan on spending this summer in europe anyway, so maybe it will make more sense in the end.

my current languages:

french (A2)

dutch (A1)

edo

lets review my february language goals ♡:

maintain a 30 days duolingo & busuu streak (83 days duolingo / 51 days busuu, so completed)

watch 5 easyfrench & easydutch YouTube videos (i watched 3 easydutch videos and i think 1 easyfrench videos, but i'm honestly not sure about that one. i have been watching other youtube videos in both languages, specifically football and equestrian related but i will talk about it more in my resource list post)

watch the remaining episodes of s1 represent (netflix) (completed)

watch the remaining episodes of s1 misfit: die serie (netflix) (completed)

start watching another french series (netflix) e.g. ‘the circle: france’ (i did start watching peppa pig (netflix) with english subtitles, so completed)

start watching another dutch series (netflix) e.g. ‘die goldene stunde’ (i started to watch peppa pig (disney+) also in dutch but with no subtitles, so also completed)

work through the lessons 1 - 5 in ‘The Complete French Self-Study Guide’ (eBook) (not completed, but i got to lesson 3, so i will finish it off in march)

start to watch ‘Learn French in 5 Days # Day 1’ up until ‘Le verb s’appeler (32:27)’ (YouTube) (not completed)

create a language learning plan for edo (completed)

watch the 9 edo videos save in the watch later playlist (youtube) and take notes (i have added a lot more videos now but i have defo watched at least 9 videos, so completed as well)

watch 1 edo movie (not completed, YET but i have added it to my watch later list on youtube)

listen to all episodes of ‘Let’s Edo’lize it: An Edo Language Podcast’ (spotify) (completed, and i'm also thinking about joining her course this summer but lets see)

listen to all episodes of ‘The Great Benin Empire’ (spotify) (i only listened to 1 out of 5 episodes, so not completed YET)

start the side blog (yh no, not completed. i'm thinking of starting the side blog around april/may time, not sure yet)

and i know i have been saying i will post my resources list but i don't seem to get around it. i honestly haven't been on social media much for the last few weeks, which i will talk about in another post. but i will post my resource list at some point.

here are my march language goals ♡:

maintain a 30 days duolingo & busuu streak

completed the march challenge on duolingo

watch 5 easyfrench & easydutch youtube videos

watch at least 3 episodes of french peppa pig (netflix)

watch at least 3 episodes of dutch peppa pig (disney+)

complete lessons 1 - 5 in ‘The Complete French Self-Study Guide’ with notes taking (eBook)

start to watch ‘Learn French in 5 Days # Day 1’ up until ‘Le verb s’appeler (32:27)’ (youtube)

write down all dutch vocabularies up to the numbers on digital dialects (website)

work through ‘Niederländisch Wort für Wort’ to and incl. chapter ‘Dieses & Jenes’

watch the all alphabet & numbers related videos saved in the watch later playlist (youtube) in edo and take notes

watch at least 1 edo movie

listen to all episodes of ‘The Great Benin Empire’ (spotify)

go through the alphabet & numbers in 'Ebe Edo' (book) and take notes

that's it for now,

thanks for reading & best wishes,

mars the prinzess xx

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*none of the pictures i used are my own, unless stated otherwise. i got them from pinterest ♡

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[pumpkinpie59]

Hi again!!

Here’s a question for you! If you had to pick, what would your top five episodes be from both the 1987 and 2012 series? 😃

Thanks again, and have a nice evening! 😁

hi!

this was kinda hard lol. i love so many episodes in both shows but here’s my answer right now:

1987

5. the big cufflink caper

this one was an immediate favorite. it’s fun, silly, and clever. each turtle has their time to shine. the plot is so ridiculous but i found myself intrigued by the steps taken to solve the mystery. it’s great

4. take me to your leader

i love the concept of the other 3 turtles trying to lead in leonardo’s absence. it really shows why leonardo is so needed in the team, while showing why the other turtles have other roles. raphael doesn’t want to lead but can ground the team and is most likely to see things as they are, donatello is competent beyond belief but doesn’t have the focus needed to be leader, and michelangelo has the kindness and talent to lead but is ultimately too short sighted. it’s leonardo’s drive and ambition and confidence that make him a good leader and him needing to find that again and see that his brothers need him is such an interesting premise, and the episode is great at the execution imo.

3. four musketurtles

leonardo gets hyperfixated on a book, bonks his head, and wakes up believing his is the main character. it’s just so funny and cam clarke’s british accent reminds me of liquid snake which i find hilarious. idk it’s just fun.

2. beware the lotus

lotus is my favorite character beside leonardo so of course this was gonna be on the top five lol. i love lotus and leonardo’s dynamic, and i just love lotus as a character. even if we don’t get to explore lotus’ character very much, the episode does a great job establishing lotus’ abilities: her combat prowess, her smarts, her wit, and even her self respect. and the fact that she can defeat shredder so easily … mwah i love it.

1. farewell lotus blossom

hehe now here’s the episode where we explore lotus’ character more. she’s insecure about not fitting in or having a family/clan. and the fact that she feels comfortable around leonardo enough to cry and laugh and tease like AHSKAHAK PLEASE I LOVE THEM. the whole onion scene is my favorite scene in the show. i just wish we could’ve seen how she dealt with her new life without the spirit within her. and more leolotus obviously. the one thing that bothers me about the episode is that shredder and his group don’t show up after chakahachi takes the role of villain. they just leave and we don’t see them for the rest of the episode lol.

some special mentions bc this show is great:

teenagers from dimension x

the maltese hamster

green with jealousy

raphael meets his match

donatello’s degree

leonardo versus tempestra

splinter vanishes

unidentified flying leonardo

turtles on the orient express

i’ve only seen the first 4 seasons and the europe side season tho so i’ll have more opinions once i finish it lol.

2012

5. the insecta trifecta

i think this episode explores raph’a trauma and fear really well, and it is by far the height of the later seasons (ngl i am a season 1 fan lol). i love raph’s interactions with splinter so much. it shows how much raph has grown since season 1, and splinter’s counsel reflects it. instead of teaching raph as an angry child, he teaching him as a struggling almost-adult. he’s patient and understanding with him, and raph is more respectful and is able to try and talk through his struggles more easily. i love it. also i have a horrible sense of humor and the ant french kiss scene sends me into hysterics every time lmao.

4. in dreams

hehe i’m a sucker for worst fears/nightmare type episodes. also the ANIMATION IS SO COOL IN THIS EPISODE??? AND CASEY SAVES THE DAY??? AND APRIL IS SO WORRIED ABOUT THEM THE ENTIRE TIME???? man i love it. i love most of the farmhouse arc but this one is so good x3

3. parasitica

i’m not even a mikey fan and i have a huge fear of insects, especially wasps. so i legit have no idea why i love this one as much as i do. but the plot is so … small? compared to the other episodes. a majority of it is just in the lair, and the turtles are the only characters other than the wasps. and it works so well. the story flows great and you feel the urgency of the situation. also mikey banging his head into the table so he doesn’t pass out is funny to me idk. also. ALL HAIL THE BEAN … why wasn’t april there tho? she was living with them during this time lol

2. monkey brains

this episode is the best donatello episode idc. not only is it the start of april and donnie becoming best friends (before then it was super awkward lol and april wasn’t quite used to him yet), but also it shows donnie’s flaws, strengths, and insecurities so clearly. i wish later episodes were this good at exploring his character. it’s like they hit his magnum opus way too early lmao and didn’t know where to go afterwards. he over-thinks. with fighting. with hanging out with april. and with his insecurities … doesn’t think april will just say yes to hanging out so he has to come up with an excuse of some sort … takes a lot of issue with the word “monstrosity” (thinks he’s a monster and doesn’t like to be reminded) … and i haven’t forgotten about april. this episode marks the first major glimpse of her powers. and when splinter first offers her training. LIKE IDK I JUST ADORE THIS EPISODE.

1. fungus humungous

is it wrong to have criticisms of my fav episode? xD i love leo’s fear, and april’s, and i do believe that donnie’s is appropriate (to some extent), but the others aren’t explored very well imo. and i wish mikey’s was the parasitica wasps instead of the stupid squirrelanoids smh. but i genuinely enjoy watching this episode on repeat lol. idk what to say rlly. it’s just interesting to me.

and some honorable mentions

i think his name is baxter stockman

never say xever

panic in the sewers

new girl in town

enemy of my enemy

karai’s vendetta

operation breakout

slash and destroy

the invasion

buried secrets

race with the demon

eyes of the chimera

the fourfold trap

the arena of carnage

the war for dimension x

mutant gangland (messy execution; fun premise)

tokka vs the world

when worlds collide

it’s easier for me to think about seasons as a whole rather than just episodes tho lol

season 1 is good from beginning to end. some episodes are better than others, but it all flows rlly well imo. also top tier comedic timing and i personally love the quick movements and quirky speaking animation.

season 2 has rlly good highs but boring lows? it does have the strength of flowing well tho. individual episodes aren’t easy for me to like (other than fungus humungous, slash and destroy, and the invasion), but there are good scenes throughout the season.

season 3 starts out super strong (with the exception of bigfoot episode and frog episode). i love the farmhouse arc so much. but then the rest of the season feels aimless and messy. i don’t rlly like the brain worm thing. they didn’t want karai to be a good guy yet so they drew out the villain karai thing way too long. i like the finale but there’s very little buildup.

season 4 should have been two seasons. the space arc is pretty fun, but a lot of the episodes had weird pacing and i wish there was more imo? like you have so many things you could do with a space arc but didn’t explore them. and then the last half was … meh. it could’ve been its own season to explore the arcs more. let april’s possession be more drawn out and a bigger issue, let don vizioso have more of an impact (especially for donnie), let splinter’s death be better written smh. also i hate the finale lmao

okay so … tbh i haven’t finished rewatching season 5 lmao. so i don’t remember lone rat and cubs, the usagi arc, the monster arc, the apocalypse arc, and the crossover arc very well. i’m rewatching the show with my sister tho so i’ll get there soon lol. but i really dislike the kavaxas arc?? it’s so useless imo?? why is tiger claw leading a cult?? and why are they resurrecting shredder when he already killed splinter which was his entire life goal?? and donnie had such a small murder problem THAT SHOULDVE HAD MORE IMPACT??? ugh. i like when worlds collide tho ajskahsk top tier. hehe ramona and apritello brain go brrr.

anyway sorry for my weird rant lol. thanks for the ask ^^

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