#jasmine russo
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Teeth
Part 10
Werepanther!Billy Russo x Female Reader
Masterlist
Warnings: Nothing much really, some smut, some angst, loads of dumbassery.
I'm waiting for you outside.' Is what he texts you on your first day back to work.
'Why?'
'Isn't it obvious?'
Oh, you hated him.
He looks fucking hot, because of course he does, dressed in his usual, but unbelievably attractive, work attire.
The bane of your existence that he is, gives you a nod of his head in greeting.
"I'm driving you to work."
The audacity.
You stop right in front of him, looking up at him evenly, trying your hardest not to smile, or look away, or look down at his lips-
"What makes you think, I want you to drive me to work?"
He returns your stare easily, and if you were any less angry with him, you would have folded.
"I know you don't feel safe, and I want to help you with that however I can."
"I didn't ask for your help, I'm fine on my own." You say obstinately.
A smile pulls on his face for a second, and you feel yourself get even angrier that he would find humor while you stare him down.
"I know you're fine on your own," he says, leaning into you.
You gulp at the praise, taking a step back, he guides you, corrals you, until your back is pressed against his car.
"I know how strong and how capable you are." He follows up, bracing one hand on the car right beside you, you glance down at it, observing the shine of his watch, feeling your heart vibrate rapidly in response to his closeness.
"I think, you're maybe one of the best in your fields- if not the best and I don't think there's much problems you can't fix."
"Uh-" You try to protest.
His other hand pressing against the car on the other side of you makes you shut up really quickly. You look up at him as he looms over you, the scent of jasmine filling your senses, his eyes are even, and dark, demanding your attention.
"But I know security, and your safety is very important to me. So get in the car, and let me at least drive you to work."
Your eyes drop down to his lips.
God, how you want to kiss him. Just throw caution to the wind and slant your mouth against his until you steal his hot breath with each slide of your tongue on his-
Shit. This was not the way you wanted to interact with him today. You wanted to be casual and indifferent, pull away and keep your distance, not think about jumping him the minute he got too close to you.
You knew how he would play this, gentle and earnest now, and then cold to you later. If whiplash was a person, you'd be staring right at him.
You still couldn't shake the way his words made you feel. The way he believed in you so easily made you want to melt into a hot, sticky puddle at his feet.
So you find some common ground, nodding your head in assent, watching him lean away from you. You turn, pulling the door open, and climbing into the passenger seat of his car without looking back.
It's a lot more torment than you can manage. The whole way there, you're thinking about how easy it would be to fuck him in the back seat, have him drop his pants and you'd lift your skirt and sink right down onto him. You wonder what kind sounds he'd make-
"Do you want to pick the music?" He asks easily, unlocking his phone and leaning it your way.
Your hands shake when you take it, picking a song you like and letting it play.
You study him intently, he keeps a straight face as the song plays.
It burns at you to the point where you have to ask.
"What do you think?" You ask evenly, trying your hardest not to ramble.
Do you like it? Do you hate it? I'm sorry if it's shit.
You don't understand why you need his approval so much. Why did it matter to you?
What was it about him, that made you want every ounce of attention he could give you?
"It's good. It's not my specific taste but I like it." He answers, glancing over at you.
You smile.
"It's really funny. I think I have the best music taste but also I'm so insecure about it too." You try to explain, beating yourself up after you say it.
You watch his mouth twitch in amusement.
"That's very cute."
You turn away to look out the window so that he doesn't see how wide you smile.
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"I just noticed- you got your necklace back." Bily comments, as you sit across from him in his office.
You raise a hand, touching the panther.
"Yeah," You say with a smile, "Someone brought it back for me."
"I'm glad to hear it."
You swallow with a nod, eager to get back to discussing work, trying to reduce the amount of time you spend around him, worried that you'll just keep saying stupid shit.
.
He doesn't like the distance.
The physical chasm between you was hard enough to handle as is, but now you're actively trying to avoid him as much as possible at Anvil.
Sure, the drives to work kept you close, he was able to see you everyday, talk to you, even just a little.
But you'd taken to holding your tongue around him, smiling and nodding, or giving one word answers when necessary.
It was fucking agony.
He wanted that sweet girl back, the one that found difficulty in keeping quiet.
Billy suspected it was in part his fault. He doubted he was the most welcoming face, and he knew sometimes he came across dismissive when he was trying to tamp the beast down, his slipping self control could make him come across as irritable. There was also the guilty feeling in his chest when he got too close. He didn't want to devalue your work in any way.
But keeping you safe had become necessary.
With the robbery happening when he'd been dealing with the full moon, Billy realized that he'd have to be more vigilant.
New York could be so unsafe, and Billy would not let another hurt you.
He swallows angrily when images of the little scratches on your skin materialise in his head.
Killing those men had been necessary. Carving their faces up until they had been barely recognisable, leaving them in a place easily found by the target audience was detrimental.
The predator had been pleased with the shocked faces of those that had observed his work. The message had been clear; tread lightly, there was no criminal organisation out there that could keep anyone safe from him.
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Billy wakes up when you say his name.
He blinks, sitting up in bed rubbing his eyes when he catches sight of you.
You're dressed in a satin nightdress, his hands clench into fists, eager to get his hands on the material.
He says your name, watches you smile at him as you get closer.
He's not wearing anything, only the black sheets tucked around his lower half protect you from seeing his hardening cock.
You don't seem to mind his state of undress, crawling into his bed, and not stopping until you're straddling his lap, right atop his covered cock.
He groans, and he watches you smile mischievously.
You lean closer, and Billy tilts his head up, closes his eyes, eager to kiss you.
All you do is press your forehead to his, rubbing your nose against the slant of his.
He says your name, a plea, an ask of desperation, begging you not to tease him.
You hum, little fingers wrapping behind his neck, a comforting hand on the edges of shredding his self control.
When he tilts his head up for a kiss, you move your head back.
Your fingers wander, exploring what's yours. Billy closes his eyes and surrenders himself to it, feels the trace of your gentle fingers over his collarbones.
He tilts his head back, all the weight of his torso propped onto his arms keeping him upright. He feels your fingers explore them too, carefully assessing each bicep, each line of his muscle.
He hopes you like it- the shape of his body- he hopes you like what you see.
He lets out a low groan when your fingers trace his chest, his skin tingles in the best way. He feels so open, vulnerable for you, and he can't fathom enough thought to build any walls against you and the way you make him feel.
He lets you explore his torso, eager fingers reaching behind to rub your soft hands against his back. His breath catches when he feels your nails claw against his skin for a brief moment.
He raises his head, tries to kiss you again, only to have you pull back with another teasing laugh.
Why were you punishing him? Hadn't he endured enough torment?
Apparently not, because in the next moment you drop your head to kiss his neck.
"Fuck." He grunts, tilting his head to give you more space to work, letting you kiss his neck to your heart's content.
You let out a hum of delight and his cock jumps, he loves the sounds you make.
You take it as an invitation, beginning to rock your hips against his gently, while you kiss his neck.
When kissing is not enough, he feels your teeth come out to play.
Perhaps you were a predator too.
Biting and licking and kissing his skin and all he wants to do is give in to you, let you take anything you wanted.
He just wanted to belong to you.
"I'm close." He warns, gasping as your hips speed up, doesn't remember any point in his life where he was this on edge from just someone touching him.
He can't fight it, fingers gripping your hair, pulling your head back so that he can press his lips to yours.
He wakes up, cock aching painfully.
It doesn't take much, just the dip of his right hand below the thin sheets, pretending that his rough palm was really your soft one, and stroking himself to completion easily.
His body heaves in air, post-orgasmic bliss easing the tension in his body.
He sits up, tosses the sheets off with his other hand and moves to clean himself up.
You're still asleep. He can see you through the open curtains of your room.
You'd started sleeping with them open, maybe a day or two now, and the beast hums, contented that he may have factored into you feeling safe in your own home.
You shift, pulling a pillow tightly into your body, tossing a lithe leg over it.
Billy smiles to himself, admiring you curled up, wishing he could be there with you.
He shakes his head, takes a deep breath. Your safety came first, and he was making steady progress on that- too much progress for him to stop now.
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Sometimes he texts you at the end of the work day to tell you that he's waiting by his car for you. Other times, he shows up in your little office space, leaning against the door to look at you steadily until you notice him. Today, it's the former.
You've been doing this little dance for almost a week now, you're not sure how sustainable it is, but you're stubborn, and you refuse to indulge him in any kind of deeper interaction because you know he's just going to pull away again.
It was all muddled in your head, the way you felt about him, and the lengths you went to so that you could hide those feelings, the way he acted toward you, not saying a word to you in the elevator, but holding you so tight after you'd been attacked.
It was obviously, just better to pull away, which you had definitely been trying to do. You knew it would save you a lot of heartache later.
Unwilling to admit to yourself that maybe you were in heartache right now.
You almost fall when you see him.
He's bent over, foot propped against a little ledge built into the wall behind his car, running a soft cloth over the tip of his boot.
He's dressed in partial tactical clothing, tight shirt tucked into combat pants, and your mouth dries up at the very sight of him.
"Billy?" You call, as you make your way to him.
He raises his head, says your name in greeting.
When he catches your eyes roaming the expanse of his chest he looks down.
"Ran some combat sims today." He explains.
You nod, swallowing.
"Right." Is all you say, opening his car door and slipping inside without another word.
You let out a shaky breath.
Holy fuck was he hot. Surface of the sun scorching and even worse when dressed in attire that forced you to think about how he would look using a gun.
God, you squeeze your thighs together, trying to ease the ache inside of you. This definitely was not helping you pull away from him.
You startle a little when he opens the driver's side door and slips inside.
Your eyes are fixed directly forward, you hear him take a deep breath.
"How was work today?" He asks, his voice hitting a low timbre, still soft despite the rumble.
"Good," You reply, matching his soft tone, uncaring of how innapropriate it might be.
Your clit was aching too much for you to worry about appropriateness.
"I like solving problems." You follow up unnecessarily.
He hums, you squeeze your eyes shut when his car roars to life.
"Are you hungry? We can stop for something on the way home." Billy offers.
Home, because both of you were going to near the same destination.
"I'm okay." You answer tersely, "I'm gonna whip up something at home."
He nods, deep in thought.
"Is it okay if I stop? I'm not feeling to cook for myself today."
Your mouth parts, you turn to him. He glances at you when he notices your movement.
"I can- If- If you want- I'm making pasta and I always make too much-" Fuck fuck fuck, what were you doing? What happened to keeping your distance?
You take a deep breath to gather your thoughts.
"Would you like to come over for dinner? I'll make pasta. Or it's not a problem if you want to get something else-"
"-I'd like that." He interrupts, and you can't help the heat that flushes throught your body.
"Good." You nod in acceptance, turning away from him to face forward once again, pretending to be casual when really, you could feel the slippery glide of your arousal between your legs.
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How many times does he have to fight himself, before it's too much?
Your scent fills the enclosed space of his car, your arousal so prominent he can near taste it in the air. It wraps around him, seeps into his every pore, torments him.
The beast rages.
Billy swallows, tightening his already white-knuckled grip on the steering wheel- a few more minutes of this and he's going to damage his car.
He glances over at you, you're typing animatedly into your phone, he studies your hair, memorises it, takes another deep breath.
He wonders how soft the skin of your bare thighs would be, he thinks about the way it would feel against his face.
He takes another deep breath at a traffic light, tries to be calm but the only air he can breathe is full of you.
"Are you allergic to anything?" You murmur, seemingly deep in thought.
He forces himself to think for a moment.
"Allergic- no, but I really hate green beans."
You hum, typing something into your phone.
"No green beans. Got it."
You accept it so easily, you don't ask why, and he likes that. He likes how easy you accept him.
"I don't like broccoli either, and cabbage is on thin ice."
At this, you give a little giggle, he smiles at the sound, feels himself be put at ease.
"I love broccoli, but I hate the way people make it seem that picky kids are a parent's worst nightmare. No one faults adults for being picky. I'm sorry if your parents made you feel bad for not liking what you don't like."
He sighs, blinks, doesn't want to turn the atmosphere sour with his past, but something inside of him itches for the comfort you would no doubt give.
"I don't really have parents." he says softly. He watches you turn to look at him from the corner of his eye.
"You don't?" You ask.
He shakes his head slowly, eyes fixed on the road as the traffic light turns green.
"I grew up in a group home, I don't know if my parents would have made me feel bad or not, but the people that took care of me definitely did." He ends with a humorous tone in his voice, trying somehow to lighten the mood.
He's hyperfixated on every breath you take as you process the information.
"I'm sorry." You finally say.
"It's-"
"-Are you really going to say it's alright? Was it actually? Did you feel safe and protected? Did you get to have toys and your favourite foods?"
Billy hadn't expected this. No one before had really prodded him after he'd given the brief overview.
"No." He says simply.
"Is that why you hate green beans?"
Right on the money.
"Yes." He answers, vaguely aware that he's shutting down, trying not to overshare his traumatising childhood.
"What's your favourite food?" You inquire softly.
He spares a glance in your direction.
You look at him evenly, Billy can tell your mind is already made up, despite his next attempts to change it.
"You don't have to-"
"-I know. I know I don't, but I want to. I know you're my boss, and maybe this is not the most appropriate thing, but maybe we can be friends too."
He couldn't fight the smile that pulls at his mouth even if he tried.
"Of course we can be friends." He murmurs, sparing another glance from the road to look at your face. Captivating in every way, blissful shelter, in a raging storm.
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A/N: What song would you play for Billy that perfectly encapsulates your taste in music?
Mine is either Devil's Advocate by The Neighborhood or Take A Slice by Glass Animals
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i’ve had this long list of td surname headcanons (and i guess some of them are nationality headcanons) for a while and haven’t done much about them, so…
here are each generation’s surnames! (except for rr since i’m not too confident about them)
gen 1:
harold norbert cheever doris mcgrady V
cody emmett jameson anderson
lindsay tyson
noah könig (german)
eva barta (czech)
izzy clark
owen fraser
trent evans-grant
gwen kennedy
heather ryeo
bridgette summers
leshawna simelane (south african iirc)
beth spring
devon ‘dj’ joseph
alejandro burromuerto (spanish)
sierra kauffman (german)
tyler wilson
ezekiel miller
courtney cortez (spanish, or from somewhere where they speak spanish primarily)
duncan butcher
katie wan (malaysian)
sadie peterson (originally was gonna give her a romanian surname but here is peterson)
justin kāne (hawaiian)
geoff jasper
gen 2:
josef ‘jo’ kaczmarek (Polish)
brick macarthur
anne-maria chahuán (chilean)
michele ‘mike’ russo
cameron corduroy wilkins
rudolph ‘lightning’ jackson
staci sterling
zoey gates
dawn oakwood
scott brackin (irish)
dakota milton
sam stevens
beverly ‘b’ jones
gen 3:
ella ito-courtemanche (japanese and french)
scarlett montgomery
max mayhem (yes. i’m actually giving him that as his surname. get sillyed)
jasmine reynolds
shawn tremblay
dave korrapati (indian, more commonly in telugu-speaking areas)
sky sanderson (i was a bit uhm. stuck with this one. i looked up ‘cree surnames’ but found only three. i went for this one but i’m still uncertain.)
amy martin
samantha ‘samey’ martin
topher mccann
rodney rogers
sugar silo
beardo mbomio (equatoguinean)
leonard howe
gen 4:
nichelle ladonna (italian)
bowie davis
emma fletcher
julia hartwell-hughes
priya khan (indian)
millie carter
chase boonmee (thai. it means ‘reliable, generous, loyal’. ironic)
raj ghosh (indian)
wayne watterson
mary-kate ‘mk’ yí (chinese. in honour of fai yí, my beloved)
damien reid
hezekias ‘zee’ guzman (argentinian (it means ‘good man’ which is what he is!!!))
rhinffrew ‘ripper’ bowen (welsh (WELSH RIPPER REAL))
caleb garcia (hispanic)
axel sanchez-guðmundsdóttir (hispanic(?) and icelandic. yes, apparently ‘axel’ is an icelandic name!)
#ok i kept two of the comeback surnames. i actually really like them. bite me.#(i hope i used that phrase correctly)#btw geoff’s surname is based off this really nice person from my school i met during our oliver! production!#he doesn’t go to my school anymore because he graduated. i hope he’s doing well#i’m realising now that priya and raj’s surnames are both surnames of my classmates.#like i genuinely didn’t name them after these people. this is a total coincidence#IF there is any mistakes in this please correct me. a lot of these are taken from websites#(i made up the first gen surnames first…. i actually looked up ‘canadian surnames’ LMAO)#oh yeah i named noah after someone i know too (my german exchange partner). also he’s like. a king#I LOVE NAMING THINGS#IT’S SO FUN#naming characters is one of my favourite parts of creating characters#(although i accidentally named two octuplets characters after like. people idk.)#((and one character was nearly named after a WWI war general!))#ANYWAYS#total drama#td#I AM NOT TAGGING ALL THOSE CHARACTERS
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Fang/Ginger Concept
This has been sitting in my docs for months so I might as well put the WIP on my blog! Hopefully I will have the juice to finish it this summer (-ω- )💕
↓ Plot outline below: ↓
Ginger and Gust travel to Sandrock on the now-completed road from Portia in hopes of finding a cure for Ginger’s so-far terminal illness from the reclusive Dr. Fang, who has rumored success with curing, or at least alleviating symptoms for, mysterious and unknown illnesses.
After meeting with Dr. Fang, Ginger is prescribed a strict regimen of medications. The medicine is unusual but very potent, and Ginger must also return each month (weekly in-game) for treatments as well. Ginger enjoys the bus rides to Sandrock—even though its sun is even harsher on her than Portia’s—and Dr. Fang is much less scary than his name sounds.
Fang has already started practicing speaking to his patients more clearly with the help of the builder and he tries his best to be friendly. Ginger is easy to speak to, and her voice is soft, so he doesn’t find himself on edge very often. Gust is very distrustful of Fang’s intentions outside of his treatment plan for his sister, but the medicine is helping, so he keeps his snark to a minimum.
(During one visit, since they arrive at night, Ginger and Gust are stuck in the saloon during a sandstorm the following day. It’s worrisome, because Fang was very specific on when Ginger needed to be given her next dosage, but they hope one day of difference won’t hurt. Fang arrives at the saloon that afternoon in his sandstorm hat—looking a great deal cooler than he is—to deliver it to her by hand.
Ginger thinks he was really amazing to do something like that, but Fang is used to Sandrock’s cruel weather, and thinks nothing of it. Ginger offers to at least pay for his lunch, and Fang tries to refuse, until Gust insinuates it’s very rude to refuse hospitality that way. Fang is much more aware of social formalities these days thanks to his builder bestie, so he agrees to eat with them. Ginger talks to him nonstop for the entire meal.)
(They spend some time together each time Ginger visits, as he is her only acquaintance/friend in Sandrock, and she wants to tour the town and surrounding areas as much as she is allowed. There are cute things like parasol holding and talking (when Russo accompanies her on the trip instead of her brother), but little else. It’s very pleasant for both parties.)
Ginger begins to feel better, and her treatment changes to every-other month. It seems like an awfully long time after seeing the doctor so often the seasons previous, and she writes him a letter to check-in. Fang mentions this to the builder and she asks if he has written her a reply. He has not. The builder explains that it is good manners to respond to a personal letter like that, and Fang holds the builder’s opinions quite high, so he tries his best to formulate a response.
After a rough start, speaking in a written form turns out to be much simpler than talking in person. He tries to thoughtfully answer each of the questions Ginger asks him, and then gives the letter to Jasmine to send back to Portia.
Upon her next visit, Ginger is elated that he wrote her back, and loves the idea of having a pen-pal in Sandrock. Fang has never heard of such a thing. Ginger explains, and Fang is reluctant, but agrees to always send a response if she writes to him.
They begin to write to each other frequently, and Fang enjoys it more than he thought he would. It is simpler to say what is on his mind when writing, and he can always look back on what Ginger had said to make sure he understood correctly. Ginger is having a lot of fun with it, and sometimes includes little trinkets she made by hand. Fang doesn’t really know what to do with them, but supposes they are kind gestures and he should say thank you.
In a letter from the first of Spring (*for the dramatic effect), Ginger tells Fang that she sat out on her balcony and watched the sun rise, and stayed in its rays as they fell over the trees. Russo was so concerned when he found her doing that, but she had sat in tearful, happy awe for nearly fifteen minutes by then, just enjoying the feeling of the sun on her hands and face. She promises to not make a habit of it yet, but that she was so eager to see if she could. Fang is very happy to read that—he is always happy to see the positive effects his care can bring.
The next visit, Gale accompanies Ginger and Russo to meet Dr. Fang for himself. He is his usual jolly self and thanks Fang deeply for his work that has brought his beloved daughter so much joy and energy. He invites Fang back to Portia for a small, expense-paid vacation as a show of thanks, and Ginger pushes hopefully for Fang to accept. He’s wary, but agrees to go. Ginger is so excited, and asks her father if she may spend the day with Fang while he visits with Mayor Trudy. Gale agrees to that as well, and takes Russo with him to let the young'uns have a nice playdate.
Fang and Ginger have an actual playdate, and do a few activities around town at Ginger’s request. Fang tells her about the Whack-a-Mole game instead of playing it, since neither of them are very athletic or aggressive, but he has played it with the builder once before. Mostly they walk around town and talk from sunset to evening, and after it is dark enough, Ginger asks Fang if there is somewhere safe in the desert to stargaze.
He takes her out a ways (someplace with grass?), and they stargaze there for a while. They go from sitting to laying, and it would be obvious to anyone except for Fang that Ginger is crushing on him very hard. She moves in close enough to rest her head against his shoulder, and talks about how excited she is to show him around Portia. Fang is very surprised by the close contact, but it’s not unwelcome, so he doesn’t move away. He really has no idea what to do, so he just lays there like a bump on a log.
Once it’s officially late, Fang escorts Ginger to the inn, then heads home to pack a bag for his impromptu trip. X teases him a little bit about his date, but Fang tells him that the builder already explained the difference between playdates and dates to him.
Come morning, Fang and X meet the Gale family at the bus stop, much to Ginger’s absolute delight. She takes his wrist to guide him into the bus, and along the way asks her father if she can pretty-please sit beside Dr. Fang for the ride back home. Gale can’t say no of course, and Ginger giddily ushers Fang into one of the bench seats with her. She offers him the window seat, and Fang asks if she prefers the window seat from the way she talks it up. She does, so Fang nods for her to sit there despite her insistence that she has landmarks to point out to him. He says he can easily see out the window from the aisle seat to see what she is pointing out, and Ginger thinks he’s very gentlemanly for it.
They spend the bus ride talking, mostly Ginger while Fang listens, and they arrive back in Portia in the late afternoon. The townies are very welcoming for the doctor that has helped their ailing sweetheart so much, and it’s a little overwhelming for Fang. Dr. Xu is very excited to meet him, and asks him in length about Seesaian medicine. Ginger is a little too soft-spoken to save Fang from being bombarded just yet, so Gale is kind enough to wave everyone off until the next day, “give the doctor some breathing room”, etc.
Ginger is more than happy to take Fang back to the mayoral manor and show him around instead. She gives him a tour, shows him his room they made up for him, and then tells him when dinner will be ready if he’d like to rest before then. Fang definitely needs a lay-down after so much socializing, and takes her up on the offer. He lays in this giant fluffy bed and thinks about the stark contrast between his world and Ginger’s, but is too tired to think about it too much. After a short nap, he tidies up and goes downstairs for dinner as instructed.
Obviously Ginger made sure his seat was beside hers, much to Gust’s suspicion and annoyance.
The next day Ginger happily shows Fang around town, and tries to not worry too much about the fact that her brother has accompanied them literally everywhere. It’s fun even though they’re not technically alone, but she still wishes she could get some time with just the two of them. Fang seems less comfortable with Gust’s hovering, mostly because Ginger doesn’t seem to notice at all Gust’s constant mad-dogging.
That night, Ginger sneaks out of the house with Fang, to show him the beach in the moonlight (a sight she’s very familiar with) and to spend some time talking without a chaperone.
#my time at sandrock#my time at portia#mtas fang#mtap ginger#gust#and like... russo and gale nfksjanjajgka#mine#fang/ginger#i still dont know if i wanna call it ginfang or fanger fajksnjkangjagka FANGER#fanfic#ginfang
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Masterlist
Billy Russo x Reader
Bond to Happen Series List
Into the Unknown Series List
Billy Russo's Pet Series List
Possession One shot?
Oneshots/Drabbles/Etc. Master List
The Darkling x Reader
The Greed of Men Series List
Single Glimpse of Relief One Shot
TASM!Peter Parker x Reader
Magnolia Jasmine Series List
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Masterlist pt. 2
Masterlist part one.
Billy Russo;
Drabbles;
// Pretty // River // Stained // Alone Together // Mine // Kindred Spirits // Scruffy // the world was on fire // card sharp // I’m the girl that’s kickin’ the coke machine // coffee and trigger fingers // possession // rabbit // chilly days // the wolf and the rabbit // sugar lips // Moondust // blood // we all have a hunger // broken crown — #2 // like a heartbeat // Diet Mountain Dew // affection & attachment // it’s strange what desire will make foolish people do // violets and baby’s breath // mercy & rebirth // summertime, and the livin’s easy // our blood is burning // my lover’s got humor // say you love me // I’m all I’ll ever be // comfort // Jasmine — #2 // my church offers no absolutes // you stood in my doorway // blood & butterflies // atom to atom // warmth // comfort if you need it // drops of Jupiter // tell me how I mesmerize you // domesticity // tease me, please me // dandelion fluff // the darkest little paradise // I’m just gonna call you mine // lemon & honey // devotee // the fox // a quarter for a kiss // perditus // Diamastigosis // Insomniac // Penelope // Polaris // Amare // Safe // woods & witches // untamed // Heavy in your Arms // Ain’t that a kick in the head // Gunpowder & Stitches // she’s the last true mouthpiece // Cherry // I want your love // Dandelion // From You The Flowers Grow // Northern Lights //
Yandere drabbles;
// teeth // walk on water just to kiss me // rebel //
Dark fics;
// you got me dancing in the dark // Natural //
Werepanther!Billy;
// Marked //
Rabbit Heart.
The Chain.
Monsters in the Dark
Imagine Being Loved By Me
Wicked Game
Ephemeral
Take Me To Church
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"Begin Again"
Original gif by @chuck-cox
Matt Murdock x Reader
General Audiences, fluff
Warnings: None. Past Reader x Billy Russo mentioned.
I know I promised Dark!Matt x Reader first but I was listening to Taylor Swift while studying and this practically wrote itself. You guys think my world literature professors will give me extra credits for this?
Reader and Matt go on their first coffee date, and Reader can't help but notice just how different from her last relationship Matt is. Can be read as a stand alone or as the second part of "Ghosted", my angsty Billy Russo break-up fic.
"I've been spending the last eight months
Thinking all love ever does
Is break and burn, and end
But on a Wednesday in a cafe
I watched it begin again"
Begin Again - Taylor Swift
MY MASTERLIST | BUY ME A COFFEE
He was already at the coffee shop when you entered. You didn't know exactly why, maybe because you had tried to drag Billy there for weeks before finally giving up, but you had expected Matt to be late or not show up at all.
But he had, and somehow he had known it was you, if the adorable way he jumped up from his seat, big boyish smile on his face, was anything to go by. You waved at him until you realized what you were doing and put your hand down, instead stepping over to plant a shy, tentative hello kiss on his cheek, his smile growing even bigger at your sweet gesture.
"Hi, Y/N"
"Hi, Matt" It was probably the wrong move, but your curiosity got the best of you, "How did you know it was me?"
"I didn't" He joked, "I actually got up for the last five people to enter that door"
Your snort was inelegant, but his own chuckle told you he at least liked your spontaneity. You appreciated it, it was nice not having to feel self-conscious of your every move, wondering if maybe if you were a little more sophisticated, a little more pretentious, a little more like them, then maybe he would…
"It was your perfume" Matt explained, interrupting the darker turn your thoughts were taking. "Orange, strawberries and flowers, like jasmine. And something else, a woodsy undertone, patchouli, maybe cedar… no one else in the entire city smells quite like it"
There was a soft fluttering sensation in your stomach at his involuntary revelation of the amount of attention, the time he must have spent thinking about the way you smelled.
"It's called 'Luz'" You disclosed, "and they don't make it here. My mom sends me bottles of it to remind me of home"
"Light" He translated, nodding to himself as if the mystery made sense to him now, "It's fitting, you're luminous and warm, like sunshine"
His face turned beet red, horrified look in his expressive eyes and you understood he hadn't meant to say that last part out loud, but you enjoyed the compliment.
Besides, Matt Murdock was cute when he was flustered.
You took mercy on him, grabbing the back of the chair in front of you for something to do, to diffuse the tension. Matt, though, ever the gentleman, stopped you.
"Allow me, please" He requested, before pulling your chair out and helping you in once you were seated, and you felt yourself melt a little.
"I love that song"
"What?"
"What a heavenly way to die" Matt motioned at the headphones hanging from your neck, "what a time to be alive… because forever is in your eyes… but forever ain't half the time I wanna spend with you…" he hummed, deep voice barely over a whisper, along to the song that you were playing on your phone.
"You have very good hearing!" You commented, impressed.
"Yes, well…" He trailed off, shrugging. You wondered if he was afraid it would kill the mood, talking about his blindness, if he was scared you would bolt if he reminded you, or if it would be rude of you to tackle the subject so soon.
Maybe you were the one scared of fucking up.
Either way, you decided to deflect.
"I didn't take you for the Troye Sivan type"
"Why not? I'll have you know I'm hip, I'm very hip"
It was a total breach of first date protocol, not even you were so socially inept to not know bringing up an ex was a huge no. But you found yourself doing it anyway.
"It's not that, it's just my ex… whatever we were, he hated bubblegum pop and YouTubers, he was more into jazz and the old big ones, you know? Ray Charles, Nat King Cole, all that stuff. He said my music taste was- that it wasn't real music"
You braced yourself, reading Matt's face for any sign of judgment or discomfort your social faux pass might have caused him.
"No offense, but he sounds like kind of a dick" he replied, without missing a beat. You let out a relieved laugh,
"Yeah, he kind of is"
Luckily, your favorite waitress -and friend- showed up then, saving you from having to expand on the Billy Russo subject. Theo didn't say anything as she took your orders, but you could see her smirk as she took Matt in, undoubtedly analyzing everything about him in those few seconds. She gave you a thumbs-up as she went back to the counter.
You'd have to ask her later if she really did like Matt or if she just liked him cuz he wasn't Billy, but for now, you decided to take it as a good sign.
"I like this place" Matt commented, casually head tilted slightly, as if he was listening to something you couldn't. You wondered if that was the case. "The atmosphere, the music, the people. I must have walked right by it a hundred times going to work, and I never even noticed its existence"
"Most people don't" You explained, "The Slat is one of Hell's Kitchen's best-kept secrets. And luckily, that's just the way the owners like it" The best part of the place was that, how tiny and cozy the small hole-in-the-wall Cafe was. It was charming and vintage in a genuine way as if an old lady had decorated the place (it had) about thirty years ago and no one else had dared or bothered to touch anything. The floors were naked worn-out brick, the sturdy furniture metallic and mismatched, and real geraniums were hanging from the discolored walls. Combined with the lo-fi hip-hop beats coming from the old speakers and the smell of roasted coffee and burnt toast, you imagined it made for an interesting sensorial experience even for someone without his sight.
But the truth was, you had an ulterior motive in your choice of venue. You didn't only like this particular coffee place, but you felt safe there, your friends worked there. And there wasn't anything remotely sexy on a coffee date. Meeting at night could, in your experience, give a guy the wrong idea. Plus, a dinner date lasted at least an hour, so if it didn't go right, there was a lot of time for awkward silence or boring conversations. Coffee was easier, cheaper, and if you wanted to bolt, you could do so after fifteen minutes or so.
Not that it was going to happen now. Matt was charming, and he was making you feel comfortable. He didn't seem entitled or overbearing at all. No, your only regret so far was that Matt had kept his dark glasses on. You had only seen him without them a handful of times, and you got the distinct impression he would never take them off at a public place if he could help it, and, as insensitive and shallow as it was, you were finding yourself wanting to gaze into the pretty hazel of his big doe eyes.
And at that very moment, as if reading your mind, he chose to take them off.
"I'm glad you invited me" Matt was talking again, so you let go of your stupid longing thoughts and focused on listening, "otherwise, I would have never found it"
"I'm happy you like it, then. I know plenty of dive bars and hidden gems I can show you if you want…"
Matt did the adorable head tilt thing again,
"Does that mean there are going to be more dates?"
You felt your face warm up again, but Theo, bless her heart, chose that moment to bring your drinks, saving you again.
"Here you go, guys, one latte for the gentleman, and one caramel macchiato for the lady. Also, one hot cinnamon roll. On the house" she punctuated with a wink, making it clear she wasn't only talking about the perfectly split in half pastry. And something about her tone must have been obviously teasing because Matt lowered his head, abashed but still smiling.
"I apologize for Theo, she's still undomesticated"
"It's ok, I'm glad to know I have your friend's seal of approval"
You hummed distractedly, still giving Theo the stink eye as Matt tore onto his half of the pastry, moaning involuntarily as the warm, gooey deliciousness melted in his mouth. It was impossible to turn your eyes away from the curve of his jaw, the way the muscles of his neck worked as he chew, from his plump pink lips as they closed around the pastry. You wanted to reach out and clean the drop of sauce on the corner of his mouth with your fingertips, wanted to feel the prickle of his stubble against your palm, wanted to taste the cinnamon off his tongue.
You wanted him.
The realization washed over you like an epiphany, a benediction. After months and months of comparing everyone you met to your not-quite-ex, and finding them lacking, now Matt was making your heart skip a beat (or two or three) by simply being himself. Kind, chivalrous, cute. Not that you hadn't noticed when men exhibited those qualities before, at least objectively you had. But none had been able to move you, to attract you quite like Matt was doing. Had you been too busy obsessing over someone who treated you like trash to really allow yourself to react to those guys? Or was Matt Murdock simply hot enough to break through your haze of apathy? Did it even matter when he was reaching for your hand on the table and setting your skin alight with the softest, most innocent of touches? Pleading with the sweetest voice to… what?
Right. You would do right to pay attention to what he was trying to say. Probably.
"... hope you don't think I'm too forward for asking for this on our first date" To be perfectly straight, you were ready to agree with anything he would have requested of you right then, those huge hazel eyes of him ought to be illegal. "But I've been wanting to do it for a while and I'm not exaggerating when I tell you I think I might die if I don't kiss you right now"
If your heart was skipping before, at that moment, it stopped altogether. Or maybe, it started working on override, taking over completely, brain willingly and cheerfully relinquishing control of your body to it. Because next thing you knew, you were leaning over the table, pressing the most delicate, gentlest of kisses on Matt's delectable lips, sparks going off under your skin from that single point of contact. It was pleasing.
It was blissful.
It wasn't anywhere near enough.
And Matt seemed to feel the same way because, in a flash, his hand was finding your face, cupping it, keeping you in place as his lips pressed against yours more insistently, moving against them, coaxing them open just barely, just enough for your breath to mingle with his, just enough for the tip of his tongue to slide between your lips and withdrawing. Just a taste. Just a tease. Just a promise of what was to come if you dared to take what he was openly offering to you.
It was enough to make your heart race, wild and erratic, like a hummingbird trying to escape the cage of your ribs.
Matt broke the kiss, as breathless as you, forehead resting against yours, fingertips still clinging to your neck, not ready to let go of you yet. You could understand though, boy did you understand, you didn't want to let go either but lunchtime was running out, and you both had to get back to the office.
Once again, Matt seemed to be reading your mind.
"I don't want this date to end just yet" He confessed, thumb tracing your lower lip. You puckered your lips, kissing the pad.
"Me neither…"
"Can I walk you back to work?" His earnest request made you giggle.
"Well, we do work at the same building, you know.I think that means we have to walk in the same general direction…"
Matt giggled too, probably because he was still a little high from the kiss more than out of amusement at your cheeky comment. Somehow, you couldn't find it in yourself to mind.
"Lucky me then, I get to spend more time with you"
Would you guys be terribly late if you pulled him in and started a make out session there and then? But no, Matt was finally leaning away, letting you go back to your own seat, as much as you regretted it.
"A lot more time, probably" You pretended to sigh, "the Jones case will keep us in the office all night…"
"We can kick Foggy and Karen out, get some dinner together, a little lame for date number two, but I can be charming enough to make up for it" Matt joked, but you liked the way it sounded.
"Will you walk me home after, Mister Murdock?"
There surprise was clear on his expressive face, but he recovered fast.
"Of course" He stumbled out, "What kind of gentleman would I be if I didn't?"
There was something at the back of your mind, like you could almost think of a name in reply to that. But it was just out of reach.
And whatever it was, it couldn't be more important than the man in front of you.
"Great. Then it's a date"
Oh yeah, whatever it was, it couldn't possibly be more important than Matt Murdock and his dimpled, dazzling, adorable smile…
#matt murdock#matt murdock x reader#fluff#matt murdock x you#daredevil#charlie cox#fanfiction#imagine
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Monthly Members' Fics — Aug 2023
The Luckiest Man Alive by Delgumo
(America/Russia)
After a failed suicide attempt, Ivan finds himself held against his will in a mental hospital. While there, he meets an interesting gentleman.
the sparrow sings in a gilded cage by TheGoliathBeetle
(America/Russia, America/England)
Alfred, the future king.
Arthur, the future queen.
Where does Ivan fit in all of this? He doesn’t, that’s the truth. But his teeth nibble Alfred’s lower lip anyway, and Ivan clicks the door shut behind them.
Heat in Russia's care by FangsofLightening
(Prussia/Russia)
Russia had no right being this gentle. He was supposed to hurt. To force and take with no regard to Prussia's feelings.
hide and seek by hopeless_nostalgia
(England/Japan)
It’s the late autumn of 1903, and tensions are higher than ever. When an invitation to a ball in St Petersburg arrives at Kiku’s doorstep, he almost rejects it then and there, but Arthur manages to convince him to go– for the sake of maintaining peace, no opportunity to settle the affair could be missed.
That being said, the sorry state of the Russo-Japanese negotiations was far from being the only worry in their minds.
Prologue (CanUkr DILF AU) — Chapter 2: Not So Dinner Date by maplequeen
(Canada/Ukraine)
It's been about a month since Katyusha has moved in with her brother Ivan and since she first met her charming neighbor, Matthew. After finding out that Ivan is staying late at campus, Matthew invites Katyusha out for a nice night out for dinner so the two can get to know each other more....but it's DEFINITELY NOT a date!
Last Dance by FangsofLightening
(South Italy/Spain)
Tears were ignored as they moved across the floor. Hands grabbed and clung every time they came together, unwilling to let go for even the brief moments they were apart.
Jasmine in the Sheets by Elvent
(Kazakhstan/Uzbekistan)
The bed smells like sweat, sneaky treacherous horse fur, and remnants of perfume that has turned more sour than anything, but Serik chases after that last whiff of fragrance like a determined eagle fixated on a prize.
#axis powers hetalia#hetalia world stars#hetalia#aph fanfiction#hws fanfiction#hetalia fanfiction#hetalia writers' association#post: monthly fic round-up#august 2023
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the other me by xan van rooyen (trans mc)
this rebel heart by katherine lock (polyam relationship, two bisexual mcs, one gay side character)
iron widow by xiran jay zhao (polyam relationship, three bisexual mcs, mc is also possibly nb or genderqueer)
call down the hawk by maggie Stiefvater (gay mc, bisexual mc, bisexual side character)
the prey of gods by Nicky drayden (can’t remember the specific kind of rep)
it’s not like it’s a secret (lesbian characters and relationship. please maybe note on the poll that the submitter would really really not recommend this book? i think it’s important to let people know of queer books, but also this book relied on so many stereotypes — about lesbians and Asian-Americans — and had a cheating subplot and was just….)
beating heart baby by lio min (trans mc)
the borrow a boyfriend club by page powars
may the best man win by zr Ellor (trans mc, bisexual mc, nonbinary mc, queer side character)
a promise broken by Lynn o cochroft (trans, aroace guy is one of the two mcs)
not your sidekick by cb Lee (lesbian mc, sapphic relationship, trans side character)
always the almost by Edward underhill
the spirit bares its teeth and hell followed with us both by aj white
a day of fallen night and the priory of the orange tree by Samantha shannon
generation one by pittacus lore (gay mc, not a huge part of the plot though. but confirmed in-text)
last night at the telegraph club by malinda lo
you’re not supposed to die tonight by kalynn bayron
lady midnight and sword catcher both by Cassandra clare
Star Wars: black spire by delilah s Dawson (aroace mc)
Star Wars: the empire strikes back 40th anniversary short story compilation (idk if it counts as a queer book but one short story was a sapphic love story)
one of us is lying by Karen mcmanus
two tuns of fun by
birthday by Meredith russo
invisibly breathing by
i’ll give you the sun by judy Nelson (i think! not sure if i’m remembering her name right)
brooms the graphic novel by jasmine walls
this queer girl is going to be okay by dale walls
two mummies / two daddies (kids picture books)
death’s country by rm romero
redsight by Meredith mooring
the death i gave him by em li xu (tumblr would LOVE this book)
Been outside by shaz zamore
ALSO: a note to op. this blog is such a great idea, but have you considered setting up a google form for submissions instead? they work for people who don’t have Google accounts, and you can export the entries to a spreadsheet automatically instead of manually that way too. if you let submitters view previous responses you can prevent repeats too?
I've queued most of these! Exceptions below:
-Star Wars: The Empire Strikes Back 40th Anniversary short story compilation: since only one of the stories is queer, I'm not going to include it. This is absolutely arbitrary, I realize, but for short story collections, I'm looking for them to be mostly queer.
-Two Tuns of Fun: I couldn't find any book by this name.
-Two Mummies / Two Daddies (kids picture books): are these individual books? I couldn't find anything with these exact titles.
-Beating Heart Baby and The Priory of the Orange Tree were already queued (they were both in my initial batch of queued books prior to going live with the blog).
The google form is a good idea and something I'll consider! At the moment, it doesn't save me any work, and actually creates more. I would need to check every submission anyway to make sure it's correct and in the format I want it in. Currently I've got a Google Sheets spreadsheet with all books (both queued and posted) for people to check if their suggestion has already been submitted. Thanks for the idea, though!
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LORD OF THE LOST Reveal Cover Version of Cutting Crew’s '(I Just) Died In Your Arms', Feat. Anica Russo
[Photo Credit: Jan Season]
Shortly after revealing an exciting new music video for Roxette’s “The Look”, featuring German pop star Blümchen (a.k.a. Jasmin Wagner) as a duet partner, LORD OF THE LOST have unveiled a cover of another legendary 80s classic, Cutting Crew’s “(I Just) Died In Your Arms“!
The new song off of LORD OF THE LOST’s upcoming first full covers album Weapons Of Mass…
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About || Izayla Bizemoux
Animal: Cat or Panther like, just like the coeurls. Her quick to anger nature but focus rivals that of the beastkin she rides into battle. She is much faster than most of her opponents and will sometimes keep poison on her nails for close combat interactions.
Color: Warm, earth tones are a common thing among Iza's wardrobe. A lot of red and browns with a touch of gold though she also fancies black.
Song: Phoenix by Cailin Russo & Chrissy Contanza
Number: Two.
Day or Night: Both however she prefers the golden hour, the seducing dance between the sun and the sky she calls it.
Plant: Jasmine
Smell: A mixture of Jasmine and Vanilla. She keeps her scent light enough for enemies not to be able to detect her but sweet enough to seduce.
Gemstone: Iza does not wear a lot of jewelry when she is out but for formal dinners and meetings she is seen wearing a mixture of emeralds and diamonds.
Season: Autumn. Something about the different smells, food and the rain that sooths her mind. She also has a sweet tooth for anything cinnamon and pumpkin based.
Place: Everywhere. A sky pirate that finds the beauty in all places but misses Thavnair from time to time.
Food: Iza loves a lot of Meat and pasta based foods. The way to her heart is definitely adding fish or mashed popotoes as a side dish.
Eorzean Deity: Though her religion is the Sisters as is her motherland, Iza chose Azeyma, the Warden, keeper of the sun and goddess of inquiry.
Eorzean Element(s): Starting from a Dancer to changing to Reaper the one element Iza still commands and uses in battle is Fire. She showed an affinity for it at a young age and kept her flame since then.
Drink: A sweet white wine vintage and all types of tea. She is of the belief of not getting so drunk to the point of losing her sense but she likes feeling nice. Don't mistake this as she is more than capable of drinking most people half her size under the table.
Tagged by: @umbral-flare-ffxiv Thank you bby!
Tagging: @deliev @oazuredragoon @bunaribae @unbloomingmoonflower and anyone else who hasn't done it!
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Welcome To My Blog!
Nickname: Didi or Deedee
Nationality: Afghanistan
Ethnicity: Middle Eastern/Asian
Quote that describe me: “I don’t compare myself to anyone or care about what others say because the truth is nobody can play my role better than me”
Favorite Authors: Rina Kent, Holly Black, Ana Huang, Holly Jackson, Robert Greene, Tahereh Mafi, Jennifer Lynn Barnes.
Languages I can speak and understand: Pashto/English, {Urdu-intermediate Level, Hindi Beginner Level, Korean a few phrases}
Learning Languages: German
Favorite artist: Chase Atlantic,Ateez, daniel di angelo , the weeknd
Who I look like and the personality of in Real life: Jude Daurte ( TFOFA) Jasmine ( Aladdin) Mulan ( Mulan)
Loves: Books, Katanas, Taekwondo, Badminton, Crocheting, Aaron Warner, Grayson Hawthrone, Jeremy Volkov, Cardan Greenbriar, Dante Russo
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Earlier this year we completed 6 videos for @panicatthedisco filmed over the course of 9(.5) days. This was a massive undertaking for our crew and cast and this entire team knocked it out of the park. I will never get over the intricacy and care of every aspect. Thank you to everyone who made these happen❗️
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repost and fill in the words you most associate with your character !!
ANIMAL : Phoenix
COLOUR : Pastel Pink / Pastel Blue
MONTH : April
SONG : Phoenix - League of Legends, Cailin Russo, Chrissy Costanza
NUMBER : 6
DAY OR NIGHT : Night
PLANT : Lotus
SMELL : Fully bloomed Yīnghuā tree & lotus blossoms
SEASON : Spring
FOOD : Steamed Pork Buns, Scallion Pancakes and Hot Pot
DRINK : Jasmine Tea
ELEMENT : Fire
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Rules. Opens. Wanted plots. Temp muse list under the cut.
OC Muse List
Katie Bell - 20s. mutant with rapid healing powers. Nurse. heterosexual. Scarlett Leithold
Jasmine Calder - 20s. werewolf. daughter of the alpha— practically royalty. bisexual. Madison Beer
Rosita Chavez - 20s. Hacker. Lesbian. Jenna Ortega
Hattie Blake - 30s. Journalist. Conspiracy theory enthusiast. Heteroflexible. Emily Ratajkowski
Penny Harrison - 20s. Exotic dancer. Heterosexual. Natalie Alyn Lind.
Piper Fitzhugh - 40s. Witch. Shop owner. Bisexual. Kristen Bell
Lady Charlotte Graham - 20s. Daughter of a Duke. Bisexual. Sabrina carpenter
Kirsten “Kiki” Jefferson - 30s. Yoga instructor. Bisexual. Jasmine Tookes
Zoe Clay - late 30’s. Personal assistant. Heterosexual. Emily Blunt
Bianca Cruz - 30s. Nanny. Bisexual. Ana de Armas
Hilary Kensington - 30s. Socialite. Bisexual (closeted). Margot Robbie
Heather Moretti - widow with a secret. Empty nester 40. Bisexual. Rachel bilson
Amelia “mia” Perdue - 20s. up and coming starlet. Former Disney kid. Heterosexual. ariana grande
Edie Templeton - 20s. Waitress. Single mom. Bisexual. Sarah Sampaio
Gracie Holt - 20s. Student. Sugar Baby. Bisexual. Madelyn cline
Alessandra Russo - 20s. Daughter of Mob royalty. Heterosexual. Dove Cameron.
Claire Harley - 20s. Cocktail waitress. Demisexual. Olivia holt
Princess Nellwyn - 20s. Medieval fantasy type au friendly. Heterosexual. Adelaide Kane
Canon Muse List
Raven Reyes - the 100. Bisexual. Lindsey Morgan
Sam Winchester - supernatural. Bisexual. Extremely selective. No wincest. Jared padalecki
Zatanna Zatara - DC. bisexual. Pinar deniz.
Barbara Gordon - DC. Heterosexual. Ellie Bamber.
Selina Kyle - DC. bisexual. Ana de armas.
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In my Mid-Year Freakout Tag 2022, I stated that I wanted to read all 40 books that I physically own by the end of the year. Below is a list that I’ll update at the end of every month in an attempt to hold myself accountable. Wish me luck! (I’ll need it.)
1. The Thousandth Floor (1), Katharine McGee (TBR Buster Challenge)
2. The Dazzling Heights (2), Katharine McGee (TBR Buster Challenge)
3. The Towering Sky (3), Katharine McGee (TBR Buster Challenge)
4. Renegades (1), Marisa Meyer (TBR Buster Challenge)
5. Archenemies (2), Marisa Meyer (TBR Buster Challenge)
6. Supernova (3), Marisa Meyer (TBR Buster Challenge)
7. Meet Cute, Nina LaCour, Sara Shepard, Nicola Yoon, Katie Cotugno, Huntley Fitzpatrick, Kass Morgan, Katharine McGee, Meredith Russo, Jocelyn Davies, Ibi Zoboi, Jennifer Armentrout, Emery Lord, Dhonielle Clayton, and Julie Murphy (TBR Buster Challenge)
8. Concrete Rose, Angie Thomas
9. The Jasmine Throne, Tasha Suri
10. She Who Became the Sun, Shelley Parker-Chan
11. Eleanor Oliphant is Completely Fine, Gail Honeyman
12. Everything I Never Told You, Celeste Ng
13. Little Fires Everywhere, Celeste Ng
14. The Storied Life of A.J. Fikry, Gabrielle Zevin
15. A Man Called Ove, Fredrik Backman
16. A Thousand Ships, Natalie Haynes
17. My Policeman, Bethany Roberts (June)
18. On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous, Ocean Vuong (June)
19. Loveless, Alice Oseman
20. Radio Silence, Alice Oseman
21. In Other Lands, Sarah Rees Brennan
22. The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Nighttime, Mark Haddon
23. Get a Life, Chloe Brown, Talia Hibbert
24. Written in the Stars, Alexandria Bellefleur
25. Attachments, Rainbow Rowell (Reread)
26, Landline, Rainbow Rowell (Reread)
27. Bringing Down the Duke, Evie Dunmore
28. Anxious People, Fredrik Backman
29. Out of the Easy, Ruta Sepetys
30. Everyone in this Room Will Someday be Dead, Emily Austen
31. All the Light We Cannot See, Anthony Doerr
32. Bridge of Clay, Markus Zusak
33. Catherine House, Elisabeth Thomas
34. The Ravens, Kass Morgan and Danielle Paige
35. My Year of Rest and Relaxation, Ottessa Moshfegh
36. Magic for Liars, Sarah Gailey
37. The Inexplicable Logic of my Life, Benjamin Alire Sáenz (Reread)
38. The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes, Suzanne Collins
39. Arrête avec tes mensonges, Philippe Besson (June)
40. Les fiancés d’hiver, Christelle Dabos
41. Brokeback Mountain, Annie Proulx (June)
#My 2022 Physical TBR#TBR#booklr#bookblr#bookish#book#books#bibliophile#your neighborhood bibliophile#your friendly neighborhood bibliophile
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Pronostici basati su nient'altro che vibes:
Miglior film
Esterno notte, regia di Marco Bellocchio
Il signore delle formiche, regia di Gianni Amelio
La stranezza, regia di Roberto Andò
Le otto montagne, regia di Felix Van Groeningen e Charlotte Vandermeersch
Nostalgia, regia di Mario Martone
Miglior regia
Marco Bellocchio - Esterno notte
Gianni Amelio - Il signore delle formiche
Roberto Andò - La stranezza
Felix Van Groeningen e Charlotte Vandermeersch - Le otto montagne
Mario Martone - Nostalgia
Miglior regista esordiente
Carolina Cavalli - Amanda
Jasmine Trinca - Marcel!
Niccolò Falsetti - Margini
Giulia Steigerwalt - Settembre
Vincenzo Pirrotta - Spaccaossa
Migliore sceneggiatura originale
Gianni Di Gregorio e Marco Pettenello - Astolfo
Susanna Nicchiarelli - Chiara
Marco Bellocchio, Stefano Bises, Ludovica Rampoldi e Davide Serino - Esterno notte
Gianni Amelio, Edoardo Petti e Federico Fava - Il signore delle formiche
Emanuele Crialese, Francesca Manieri e Vittorio Moroni - L'immensità
Roberto Andò, Ugo Chiti e Massimo Gaudioso - La stranezza
Migliore sceneggiatura adattata
Salvatore Mereu - Bentu
Massimo Gaudioso e Kim Rossi Stuart - Brado
Francesca Archibugi, Laura Paolucci e Francesco Piccolo - Il colibrì
Felix Van Groeningen e Charlotte Vandermeersch - Le otto montagne
Mario Martone e Ippolita Di Majo - Nostalgia
Miglior produttore
Lorenzo Mieli per The Apartment e Simone Gattoni per Kavac Film - Esterno notte
Alberto Barbagallo per Bibi Film, Attilio De Razza per Tramp Limited con Medusa Film e Rai Cinema - La stranezza
Wildside, Rufus, Menuetto, Pyramide Productions, Vision Distribution in collaborazione con Elastic, con la partecipazione di Canal+ e Cine+ in collaborazione con Sky - Le otto montagne
Medusa Film, Maria Carolina Terzi, Luciano e Carlo Stella per Mad Entertainment, Roberto Sessa per Picomedia e Angelo Laudisa per Rosebud Entertainment Pictures - Nostalgia
Carla Altieri e Roberto De Paolis per Young Films e Nicola Giuliano, Francesca Cima, Carlotta Calori e Viola Prestieri per Indigo Film con Rai Cinema - Princess
Miglior attrice protagonista
Margherita Buy - Esterno notte
Penélope Cruz - L'immensità
Claudia Pandolfi - Siccità
Benedetta Porcaroli - Amanda
Barbara Ronchi - Settembre
Miglior attore protagonista
Alessandro Borghi - Le otto montagne
Ficarra e Picone - La stranezza
Fabrizio Gifuni - Esterno notte
Luigi Lo Cascio - Il signore delle formiche
Luca Marinelli - Le otto montagne
Migliore attrice non protagonista
Giovanna Mezzogiorno - Amanda
Daniela Marra - Esterno notte
Giulia Andò - La stranezza
Aurora Quattrocchi - Nostalgia
Emanuela Fanelli - Siccità
Miglior attore non protagonista
Fausto Russo Alesi - Esterno notte
Toni Servillo - Esterno notte
Elio Germano - Il signore delle formiche
Filippo Timi - Le otto montagne
Francesco Di Leva - Nostalgia
Migliore autore della fotografia
Francesco Di Giacomo - Esterno notte
Giovanni Mammolotti - I racconti della domenica - La storia di un uomo perbene
Maurizio Calvesi - La stranezza
Ruben Impens - Le otto montagne
Paolo Carnera - Nostalgia
Miglior compositore
Fabio Massimo Capogrosso - Esterno notte
Stefano Bollani - Il pataffio
Michele Braga ed Emanuele Bossi - La stranezza
Daniel Norgren - Le otto montagne
Franco Piersanti - Siccità
Migliore canzone originale
Se mi vuoi (musica, testo e interpretazione di Diodato) - Diabolik - Ginko all'attacco
Caro amore lontanissimo (musica di Sergio Endrigo, testo di Riccardo Sinigallia, interpretata da Marco Mengoni) - Il colibrì
Culi culagni (musica di Stefano Bollani, testo di Luigi Malerba e Stefano Bollani, interpretata da Stefano Bollani) - Il pataffio
La palude (musica e testo di Niccolò Falsetti, Giacomo Pieri, Alessio Ricciotti e Francesco Turbanti, interpretata da Francesco Turbanti, Emanuele Linfatti e Matteo Creatini) - Margini
Proiettili (ti mangio il cuore) (musica di Joan Thiele, Elisa Toffoli ed Emanuele Triglia, testo e interpretazione di Elodie e Joan Thiele) - Ti mangio il cuore
Miglior scenografo
Andrea Castorina, Marco Martucci e Laura Casalini - Esterno notte
Marta Maffucci e Carolina Ferrara - Il signore delle formiche
Tonino Zera, Maria Grazia Schirippa e Marco Bagnoli - L'ombra di Caravaggio
Giada Calabria e Loredana Raffi - La stranezza
Massimiliano Nocente e Marcella Galeone - Le otto montagne
Miglior costumista
Massimo Cantini Parrini - Chiara
Daria Calvelli - Esterno notte
Valentina Monticelli - Il signore delle formiche
Carlo Poggioli - L'ombra di Caravaggio
Maria Rita Barbera - La stranezza
Miglior truccatore
Federico Laurenti e Lorenzo Tamburini - Dante
Enrico Iacoponi - Esterno notte
Paola Gattabrusi e Lorenzo Tamburini - Il colibrì
Esmé Sciaroni - Il signore delle formiche
Luigi Rocchetti - L'ombra di Caravaggio
Miglior acconciatore
Alberta Giuliani - Esterno notte
Samantha Mura - Il signore delle formiche
Daniela Tartari - L'immensità
Desiree Corridoni - L'ombra di Caravaggio
Rudy Sifari - La stranezza
Miglior montatore
Francesca Calvelli con la collaborazione di Claudio Misantoni - Esterno notte
Simona Paggi - Il signore delle formiche
Esmeralda Calabria - La stranezza
Nico Leunen - Le otto montagne
Jacopo Quadri - Nostalgia
Miglior suono
Esterno notte
Il signore delle formiche
La stranezza
Le otto montagne
Nostalgia
Migliori effetti speciali visivi
Alessio Bertotti e Filippo Robino - Dampyr
Simone Silvestri e Vito Picchinenna - Diabolik - Ginko all'attacco!
Massimo Cipollina - Esterno notte
Rodolfo Migliari - Le otto montagne
Marco Geracitano - Siccità
Miglior documentario
Il cerchio, regia di Sophie Chiarello
In viaggio, regia di Gianfranco Rosi
Kill me if you can, regia di Alex Infascelli
La timidezza delle chiome, regia di Valentina Bertani
Svegliami a mezzanotte, regia di Francesco Patierno
Miglior cortometraggio
Le variabili dipendenti, regia di Lorenzo Tardella
Albertine Where Are You?, regia di Maria Guidone
Ambasciatori, regia di Francesco Romano
Il barbiere complottista, regia di Valerio Ferrara
Lo chiamavano Cargo, regia di Marco Signoretti
Miglior film internazionale
Bones and All, regia di Luca Guadagnino
Elvis, regia di Baz Luhrmann
Licorice Pizza, regia di Paul Thomas Anderson
The Fabelmans, regia di Steven Spielberg
Triangle of Sadness, regia di Ruben Östlund
David Giovani
Corro da te, regia di Riccardo Milani
Il colibrì, regia di Francesca Archibugi
L'ombra di Caravaggio, regia di Michele Placido
La stranezza, regia di Roberto Andò
Le otto montagne, regia di Felix Van Groeningen e Charlotte Vandermeersch
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