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#late 70’s early 80’s au
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When the Levee Breaks
pairing: Remus Lupin x reader
tags / warnings: friends to lovers fluff then smut, mutual pining, smoking weed (be responsible irl), high sex, explicit descriptions of oral (f receiving), fem!reader
NSFW notes: A LARGE PORTION OF THIS FIC IS NOT SUITABLE FOR MINORS; DO NOT READ IT IF IT ISN'T APPROPRIATE FOR YOU! HOWEVER, because such a long portion (like 2/3) has no sexual material (except for the implication at the very beginning), i have clearly marked where it becomes NSFW in case any age-appropriate readers want to read only up to that point (i know some people just want fluff not smut even if they're of age, and that's so chill); i will say there is drug use before then, so still adult material, but fluffy around that; please please be responsible for your content consumption
random notes: set in the late 70's / early 80's, following canon of when the marauders would've met but the rest of the world building (e.g. au) left ambiguous title inspired by a song on one of the albums mentioned idk why this turned out similar to The Prettiest Star with Sirius Black, but i guess my fantasy is just to listen to music intensely with someone then fuck lovingly lol
word count: 6.4k
hope you enjoy! thank you if you read it! 🫶
You watch as his long fingers, practiced and adept, roll the spliff. You liked this part. You could stare at his hands under the guise of watching the rolling. Remus didn’t have to know how far from pot your mind wandered when you did. He didn’t have to know it made you wonder every time what else he could do with this fingers. Imagine how they would feel on you. In you. 
At the thought, you squirm where you’re seated on his settee next to him. He chuckles in a low tone. 
“Antsy?” 
“No.” 
He can tell you’re lying. You can tell he can tell. But you don’t care. As long as he can’t tell why you’re lying, it doesn’t matter, and you can keep wriggling.
“Whatever you say, jitterbug.” 
Your wringing hands catch his attention, and his eyes fix on them even as his hands continue their work. 
“Next time, you’re rolling it,” he says through a smile. “There’d be nothing left to smoke by the time you finished shaking it everywhere,” he laughs, too amused with himself, giggling as if he were already high. 
“Remus?” you start, and he shakes his head and chuckles, loving how you get when he teases you. 
“What?” he smiles, eyebrows shooting up at you, both a welcome and a challenge for you to say whatever you’re about to. 
“Can you remind me who provided this wonderful gift on this wonderful afternoon?” You shake the baggy you brought to his flat not 15 minutes ago. 
He laughs, now nodding, and concedes, “You’re right, sunshine. I should be so grateful.”
Remus brings the spliff to his mouth to lick the edge of the paper, and your retort gets caught in your throat as you fixate on his tongue. 
A bit too late, a bit too quiet for your usual banter, you say, “You should be, Moons. I can still take it home and smoke by myself.”
“Oh now I’ve rolled it for you, yeah? Didn’t realize you were just here for my services. Should’ve known you were just pretending to love me till you got what you wanted.” He holds up his finished work — a beauty really — in front of you as he finishes his joke. You hum affirmatively, taking it from him and looking it over. 
You inspect it exaggeratedly and with a theatrical sense of casual satisfaction tell him, “Hm, not bad. I was starting to regret the long con, but I think this was worth it.” 
He’s giggling as he gets up, bumping his body against yours before he does, going toward his record collection. He walks over lazily, unhurriedly, his bare feet quiet on the floor, his hand coming up to mess with his hair. His loose, comfy clothes do a lot to hide the muscles you know are lean but strong underneath.
“Come help me choose,” he says over his shoulder as he falls to one knee to scan a lower shelf. Almost a whole wall of his small apartment is covered in shelves, boxes, stacks of records. It looks a mess, but it’s actually meticulously organized by release date.
You follow him, come up just behind him. You crouch, too, not all the way down like him. You lean on him, resting your head atop his, bringing your arms around his shoulders and neck. 
He moans casually, seeming happy, and grabs your arms where they fall across his chest. 
“Oh, Rem. You should know…”
“Hm?” he asks, looking up at you. You look down at him, seeing his warm smile upside down. 
“This is the real reason I’ve pretended to be your friend all these years,” you fake seriousness as you nod toward the records. Remus rolls his eyes, but his smile stretches further across his lovely face. It pulls on a long scar that runs down his cheek. 
“And may I ask how you knew when we were eleven that one day I would own such an epic collection?” 
“Easy. You wore a Led Zeppelin t-shirt one of the first days we knew each other.”
He’s taken aback by your giving an actual answer. 
“Did I really?”
“Yeah,” you shrug, smiling down at him. The warmth of reminiscing about those childhood years softening you. 
“I think I remember that shirt,” he smiles nostalgically. “How do you remember that?” He twists in your embrace, coming to sit on the floor and pulling you with him. You’re sitting close to each other, and he’s watching you, rapt. 
“I don’t know,” you shrug. “I remember being so nervous and lonely at the beginning. Wanting to make friends. And you seemed nice, so I noticed you.” You shrug again, look down for a moment, not wanting to express embarrassment at a more honest recollection: you had a crush on him immediately, even back then, even before you were really sure what it was you were feeling — that came with the years that followed. “The day you wore that shirt, it was like something familiar I could latch onto. Someone who liked something I liked.” Remus is smiling adoringly at you. Listening as intently as he is, looking as giddy, he looks like a child at the greatest story time ever from his seat on the floor. 
“I even tried to talk to you about it,” you confess, cringing teasingly at yourself.
“Yeah?” He sits up straighter like a puppy hearing someone at the door. 
“Yeah,” you exhale. 
“I don’t remember that happening.”
“That’s because it didn’t,” you laugh. “I said tried to talk to you. I got too nervous and ran to hide before I could get the words out.” 
He’s shaking his head in disbelief, his smile still plastered on his face.
“I can’t believe I hadn’t noticed you yet.” Remus looks especially contemplative for a moment then hums, biting his lower lip. “It’s crazy. Trying to think of my life before you is like remembering a blank canvas.” 
Your cheeks warm and so does your heart. 
You’re smiling a beaming smile at him but say, “There wasn’t much to notice. I was pretty quiet. And besides, your attention probably couldn’t handle a single thing more given you were getting to know Sirius and James.” He laughs lightly at the good memories but shakes his head at you a little more pronouncedly. 
“I’m sure there was a lot to notice. I was just an idiot. And quiet, too. By comparison to that lot anyway. They spoke enough for the three of us. I probably would’ve wimped out if I’d tried to talk to a pretty girl like you back then.” The edges of his entrancing brown eyes crinkled from his smile. “I mean… to be honest… I’d get nervous for a while, talking to you at first.”
“You didn’t,” you tease but secretly really want to hear more.  
“I did, yeah. Of course I did,” he laughs at himself. “I had a big crush on you. James and Sirius wouldn’t let me live it down for ages.” 
You’re shocked at this news. And maybe your face shows it. What it doesn’t show is how desperately your mind is racing, questioning: “Wait, could things have been otherwise? Did he actually like me as more than a friend at some point? Did I ruin it somehow?”
Remus tenses slightly, his smile no longer reaching his eyes, which are attentive at your reaction. 
“That was a long time ago,” he jokes to fill the silence that is beginning to stretch too long, his tone awkward.
“What happened?” you whisper, unable to help it. 
He takes a second to answer, like he doesn’t know what to say. He’s searching your face, and you’re not sure how much he can read there. 
He shrugs. His face gives an “I don’t know” scowl. He’s trying to escape answering, but you don’t let him.
“Remus,” you laugh and shove him playfully. 
“I don’t know,” he giggles. “I don’t know. Then I got to know you I guess. And we became friends.” 
You give a scoffy laugh. You know he probably didn’t mean it that way, but your stomach sinks at the idea that getting to know you would remedy him of his crush. You’re staring at the floor when his voice breaks you out of your thoughts. 
“Hey, you okay?” He’s trying to keep the playful atmosphere, but you hear true concern in his tone. “Did I say something I shouldn’t’ve?”
You want to say “yes,” but you wouldn’t be able to tell him which part. So, you don’t say anything.
“I didn’t think you’d mind, after all these years,” he says more softly.
“No, Rem. Of course I don’t mind.” You shake your head as if dismissing the idea, attempting a laugh that still comes out strained. “I was just surprised is all.” 
He’s watching you, nodding subtlety, worrying his lower lip between his teeth. 
“Let’s choose something, yeah?” you nod next to you toward the wall, desperate to redirect attention.
“Yeah, yeah, ‘course.” Remus turns toward the records, skimming across his stacks. A thought catches him, and he moves purposefully toward a different shelf.
“What are you thinking?” you notice, your interest piqued. 
“1971,” he says as if it’s an answer. It is to you. 
1971: the year you met. 
He pulls out a well-worn record, and the strain on your smile finally dissipates to easy delight. You come stand next to him, and he hands it to you. 
“Do you remember how much we listened to that then?” he asks. 
“How could I forget,” you smile, your fingers tracing the cover of Led Zeppelin IV. 
It came out November 1971, but neither of you could get it till at least a month later, during Christmas break from school. When you finally did, the two of you listened to it nonstop. You absolutely loved the album, but you knew you listened to it that much because it was an easy excuse to hang out with Remus. You’d been listening to music together, often just the two of you, ever since.
“Fuck, I remember we’d listen to it in my room,” Remus reminisces. “And even Sirius, the biggest Zeppelin fan of us all, couldn’t take it anymore,” he laughs. “He’d turn it off when he found us listening to it, scolding us for ‘abusing a sacred thing.’”
“Yeah, I remember.”
“Oh, look at this,” Remus startles you, excited. He pulls another record off the same shelf.
“This is too perfect,” he giggles. “I didn’t remember this came out then,” he muses, looking it over. “Probably didn’t get my hands on it till much later, I guess. But it’s like it was made for us. For you.” He hands you Just As I Am by Bill Withers, but you still don’t get what he’s saying. He sees your confused look and chuckles. “Second track,” he hints. Your eyes land on “Ain’t No Sunshine.” 
“Sunshine”: Remus’s nickname for you for years. You had Sirius to thank for it actually. He’d said you and Remus were like yin and yang. And since you all already called him “Moony,” you had to be “Sunny.” The other three of you cringed at the sound of that, so he tried “sunshine” instead, conceding it was close enough, and it stuck. Over the years, Sirius and James used it less and less, Remus more and more.
“It’s your song,” Remus urges, knocking his shoulder against yours. “There literally can’t be sunshine when you’re gone because you are sunshine.” He sounds too excited, and it’s adorable. 
“You sound like Sirius saying he’s serious,” you tease. He just laughs and takes the record back.
“Whatever, grumpy. It’s an epic song, and you know it, and now it’s yours, and I don’t care if that’s cheesy.”
“I love it,” escapes you, teasing tone gone. His eyes snap to yours, and he looks at you warmly.
“Alright, sunshine,” he whispers. A beat. “Wanna listen to it?” he asks, voice almost normal again. You nod gladly then go back to the sofa as he sets it up.
Remus soon comes back and joins you. He grabs the spliff from between stacks of snacks you’d prepared for the afternoon then looks over at you.
“Ready, sunshine?”
“Mhhm.”
“You do the honours.” He hands it to you and grabs the lighter. Rather than handing that to you too, he lights it for you as it dangles from your parted lips. 
You take a long drag, feeling it enter you and welcoming it. You cough lightly as you exhale slowly. You are no novice but are still always a cougher. Remus still always giggles when you do, but it’s never mocking. He has a glass of water ready for you, knowing you well, always looking after you. You trade him the water for the spliff, which he proceeds to hit with equal enthusiasm and less wheezing.  
You pass it back and forth for a little while. It’s strong stuff and just three hits in, you feel it engulfing you. The settee feels softer; the music sounds better. 
“Ain’t No Sunshine” is playing, and in your dazed state, you’re sure this is going to be the peak of the album even if it doesn’t coincide with the peak of your high. You close your eyes, and you can feel the music on your skin. 
Remus chuckles next to you, and your face turns to him.
“You look so stoned right now,” he explains, giddy. 
“That’s because I am,” you laugh. Once you start laughing it’s hard to stop; once Remus joins, it’s almost impossible. 
You chat easily, observations and jokes from both of you greatly benefitting from the induced assistance. Remus has a revelation about your listening to HI-fi while high. Your mind is blown multiple times at how deep the lyrics are. 
“They’re all talkin’ at him, but he doesn’t hear a word they’re sayin’, Moons! Not a word! I should do that,” you tell him as if it’s the most urgent thing in the world. He cracks up. “He’s so right, you know? Gotta keep the sun shining through the pouring rain, you know?”
“Uh-huh, I know, sunshine, I know,” he just laughs at you.
“You have such a nice smile, Moony,” you observe, dazed just as much from the feelings perambulating through your system than the pot doing the same.
“Yeah?” he asks, exaggerating it till he’s all teeth and squinty eyes. 
“Yeah,” you laugh. “It looked funny upside down over there,” you remember. “Watch!” 
You flip over on the sofa till your feet are up where your neck should rest and your head is dangling off the edge where your knees would normally be. You smile up at him. Remus doubles over laughing with you, bringing his face much closer to yours as he leans into it. 
“You’re right. Looks funny,” he tells you much more softly than you expected after his cackling. He watches you intently then brings a hand to your upside down face. He traces your features lightly, and it’s warm and tingly. His long finger travels down your nose, across your eyebrows. 
“C’mere,” you whisper to him.
“Where?” he whispers back, his voice a gruff chuckle again. 
“Down here!” you whisper-yell. 
You pull his shoulder down and start kicking his legs up as he contorts until you get him in the same position as you. You end up side by side, upside-down on the sofa. 
Each of you giggles at the other as you steal side glances. Your faces, pulled the wrong way by gravity, softened more than normal by the smoking, look even goofier through your incessant giggles and pointless efforts at holding those back.
You listen, and laugh, to at least a whole song like this. You kick each other’s feet throughout. As one of your kicks brings you closer to Remus, he rolls over to tickle you. You laugh so loud you can’t even hear the record over it. 
“Stop, Rem! Stop!” you plead. “I’m already too dizzy.” 
He keeps it up a moment but soon takes pity on you and helps move your body the right way around, his strong hands manipulating you easily. 
“Alright, dizzy. Enough upside-down,” he says as he fixes your now crazy hair. 
You just nod and shift closer to him. You rest your head on his shoulder, and he shuffles to a comfortable height for you, laying his own head on yours. 
A primary reason you enjoy getting high with Remus: you both get snuggly. You’re touchy normally, even more than most best friends you’ve seen, but not overly so. When you’re high, it’s overly so. But it somehow doesn’t feel weird. In fact, it feels wonderful. 
So, it feels wonderful, not weird, when you absentmindedly reach over for his hand. He gives it to you easily, and you begin caressing it. 
“Your skin is so soft, Rem.” You pull his hand closer to you, bringing it close to your face, looking it at like you’ve never seen a hand before. Remus takes the opportunity and quickly grabs at your nose playfully. You giggle at this as he responds to your initial comment.
“In between all the scars maybe.” He sounds matter of fact. There’s a lot less pain in his voice now when he talks about them than when he did in your younger years. You look forward to the day when you hear no pain there at all. 
“No, the scars too,” you correct him gently, and you bring your thumb to a scar that runs from the top of his hand up to his forearm. You trace it with reverence, and he shivers at your touch. You know for a fact you’re the only person in the world he allows to touch them. You’re so grateful for his trust, and in this moment, your emotions heightened, your inhibitions lowered, the vibrations of the music moving through you, you feel the need to tell him so. 
“Thank you for letting me touch you, Moony.” 
Remus has been watching where your hands are connected until now, but at your words, he looks into your eyes. He just looks at you for a long moment. You can’t tell how long, time elongated and indeterminable in your current state, but you’re completely comfortable to sit in it through its entirety, looking straight back at him. 
Eventually, the softest grin blossoms on his face. You mirror it. 
“Thank you for not being afraid to,” he whispers. You genuinely don’t understand. 
“Why would I be?”
“You know what I mean,” he tries to explain. He looks down in shyness but back at you before continuing, “Maybe ‘afraid’ isn’t the right word. Maybe it’s ‘disgusted’ or something…” 
His voice is fading to a low whisper by the end, like the louder the words are the truer they’ll be. 
Without hesitating, you tell him the truth: “Remus, you’re the least disgusting person in the world. You’re beautiful.” He grimaces like he can’t believe you, so you go on. “You are.” 
You turn your body even more toward him, bringing your connected hands to your almost shared lap and bringing your other hand to caress his cheek. 
“Silly Moony. You’re so sickeningly beautiful,” you chuckle. Your hand runs up through his hair. “This hair is ridiculous,” you inform him, tousling it. He leans into your touch like a content puppy. “These eyes.” You trace circles around each of them, first skimming his eyebrows then looping around. “They’re the easiest thing in the world to melt into, no pot needed.” You feel them crinkle as they smile into your compliments. “This nose.” You trace it slowly. “These lips,” you say more softly. You feel his gasp when you touch them then feel nothing, his breath held as you trace them. “And your scars,” you say with some finality. You trace a prominent one across his face. He closes his eyes while you do, opens them again when you reach its end. “You beauty isn’t one to be ruined by scars, Remus Lupin. Your beauty is the kind that incorporates the scar and makes that beautiful too.” 
Remus squeezes your interlaced hands. Your faces are so close to each other that you could see his eyes moisten as you tell him all this. He closes them before full tears form and moves his face that tiny bit closer till his forehead rests on yours. You nuzzle his nose, and he nuzzles yours back. 
“It’s so quiet,” you whisper, breaking the silence — noticing the silence. You didn’t notice when the album ended.  Remus just hums in response. 
The silence is loaded but peaceful. You don’t want to pressure him into having to say something back after you let yourself get so intense with him. It wasn’t about what he said back; it was about his understanding how you saw him, how you hoped he would see himself. 
So, with his eyes still closed, you give the scar that runs across his nose a light kiss, do the same to another larger one across his jaw. Then you bring your head back to his shoulder, snuggling into him to mark the end of the moment, no further pressure necessary. 
Remus shifts his body closer, as close to you as possible. He brings his arm around your shoulders without letting go of your hand. He’s holding you close, and your arm crosses your chest to keep your hands intertwined. He kisses the top of your head — new, sweet — then rests his own there again — familiar, warm. Your thumb absentmindedly strokes the back of his hand. 
You sit together in the quiet a long while. You close your eyes, breathe Remus in, let his body, his presence envelop you then just bask in it. Everything feels pleasantly heavy — the air, his body where it touches yours.
You settle into him, and without your noticing you’re doing it, your hand on his stills. 
“Don’t stop,” he whispers. 
“Hm?” you need to ask, unsure what he means. You look up, and he looks down, and your faces are a breadth away from each other. 
“I liked how you were touching me,” he whispers. “I always like how you touch me,” he adds like a secret. 
He brings his hand that’s not holding yours up to your face. First, the backs of his fingers brush lightly over your cheekbone then he rests his hand there. His fingers hold your jaw; his thumb caresses your cheek. Like you tend to do, you lean into his touch. 
His gentle, soothing touch flutters your eyes closed. Your inability to see his face makes it less scary to respond, “I always like how you touch me too.”
“Yeah?” he sighs, his hand holding you a bit more tightly, his thumb coming down to graze your bottom lip. You nod slowly, his hand moving with your head.
“Do you ever think about other ways we could touch each other?” he whispers. Your eyes fly open at this and land on his: lidded, dilated, gazing into your own. 
“Do you?” 
“I asked you first,” he giggles. “And I’ve already told you a secret today. It’s your turn.”
“What secret?” Your voices are still soft, whispering even though there’s no need for quiet other than your intimacy demanding it. 
“About my crush.” 
“I had a crush on you too,” you tell him. “So now we’re even.”
“That’s not fair, sunshine,” he smiles. You smile back. 
Then, after a moment, like he can’t help it, “You did?” 
“Of course I did.” 
“What happened?” he echoes. 
“Nothing,” you confess. 
His eyebrows furrow, unsure how to interpret this. His eyes hold hope and trepidation at once. 
“I got to know you… And we became friends…” you continue. His expression falls, and you’re pretty sure you recognize this look as disappointment. But you go on, “And it made me love you all the more.” 
You’re ready to read his expression closely this time, but you don’t get the chance before he’s kissing you, before you’re kissing back. 
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It’s slow. Deliberate. His lips push on yours; his arms bring you closer. His tongue teases your lips, and though they part in response, his tongue traces them rather than push in. You whimper at the feeling of it, and he moans at your reaction. He breathes you in, covers your whole mouth with his, devouring the sound, devouring you. 
Now his tongue enters your mouth, exploring, playing with yours. You’re not sure whether his movements are slow or whether they just feel slow because you’re still high. You are sure you have no desire to speed any of it up. 
You bring your hands to either side of his face, holding him gently but pulling him to you. He follows easily, and when your chests are almost flush, you trace your hands down to his shirt and pull him on top of you as you lean back, lying down on the sofa.
You keep kissing a deliciously long while then Remus goes beyond your lips, kissing along your jaw leisurely. He mouths at your skin, licking, nipping his way unhurriedly down to your neck. Here he languidly runs his tongue along the length of your neck, kissing your pulse point, nipping behind your ear. 
Everywhere he touches is buzzing, and you shiver at the sensation. When his breath blows cold air on your now wet skin, you shiver even harder, your body shuddering against his above you. He chuckles into the crook of your neck and continues. 
After another while of his working his way down, he has to pull the neck of your shirt down to reach further. You bare your neck to him, loving his exploratory path. 
When his mouth leaves your skin for the first time in several minutes, your impulse is to immediately pull him back to you.
“Let’s take this off,” he whispers sedately, gruffly, tugging at your top. 
You pull it off and don’t waste time unclasping and sliding your bra off as well. Remus looks at you, dopey and delighted, but without further ado, pushes your chest so that you lie back again. His hand stays on you and begins lazily kneading your breast as he brings his mouth back to you.
He kisses the base of your neck and continues his previous ministrations across your collarbones. He seems to be on a mission to trace the entire surface area of your skin with his wandering mouth, and you have every intention of letting him and enjoying every long second of it. 
As he makes his languorous way down your sternum, you arch your back, pushing up into him, and bring your hands to his messy hair, holding him close. You scratch and tug, needing somewhere to release some energy, every part of you he’s touched left humming warm and electric. He groans into your chest, and you’re certain you feel the vibrations move through your skin, across your chest cavity, and into your heart, where they ricochet within it, making it beat faster. 
“Remus,” you whine adoringly. He hums into your skin again in response and speeds up his southward trajectory just the slightest bit. 
His face comes between your breasts, and he runs his teeth down the valley, then licks his tongue up the same path. You shake a little, and his hand squeezes your breast tighter. The other one he mouths across until his tongue traces a slow, wet circle around your nipple. This shoots a hot, jolting current straight from where his mouth is connected to you down to between your legs.
He’s gentle for a while, moving back and forth between your tits, often agonizingly slowly, his hands kneading at your chest all the while. Without your expecting it, though, he bites one of your hard, sensitive nipples and tugs lightly. You squeal and push your chest into his mouth. He keeps going, switching as he fancies between rough and tender. 
At a bite of the side of your breast, you rut up into him, and the movement has you feeling how wet you are. You’ve never been this wet before before direct stimulation. 
Remus holds your hips down to the sofa but moves from your chest to your stomach. His roaming mouth proceeds at its perfect, maddening pace. It meanders to your ribs, down your sides, not following a straight path down. 
Once he eventually reaches the threshold of your pants, he looks up at you. 
Remus looks higher than you’ve ever seen him before. He looks elated, in awe. 
“I want to spend hours and hours on your body like this,” he tells you, nuzzling his face into your lower stomach, kissing it as he detaches from you.
“Remus,” you whimper, running your hand into his hair and inadvertently thrusting your hips up. He chuckles, still sounding high, but his voice is as low as you’ve ever heard it.
He takes your trousers and underwear off in one efficient but slow tug. He pulls his shirt off much faster, and you touch all his skin you can reach before he’s repositioning himself.
Your thighs feel cold now uncovered, but it’s nothing compared to the sensation of fresh air on your soaking cunt. As you adjust your body, you feel a thick wetness drip from your entrance down to where your arse meets the sofa. You feel the coldness of that wetness even more as Remus pushes your legs further apart to position himself between them. 
You’re completely sure you’re wetter than you’ve ever been before, but you’re not sure if you could possibly be as wet as you feel, thinking the high could be heightening your sensation of it. You’re worried it’s too much, worried you’ll put Remus off. 
“I can clean up a little if —“ you start, but you’re cut off by Remus diving in, running his flat tongue slowly, firmly up from the base of your puddle up to your pubic bone. A strangled, prolonged gasp functions as the end of your sentence.
When Remus licks you again, your thighs shake on either side of his head. You feel him laugh into your cunt, and this time you imagine the vibrations shooting all the way up your body, following the chaotic roadmap his mouth left lingering across it.
Remus pulls back from you and rests his chin on your pubic bone, looking up at you. 
He informs you simply, “You taste delicious, darling.” He looks drunk on it. 
“Everything tastes better when you’re high,” you tease.
“Then I’m really going to enjoy this,” he smiles. “But I’m pretty sure you’ll get me high just by letting me do this other times.” 
“Other times?” 
“Well, yeah…” he giggles. His eyes bore into yours even though he’s the length of your torso away. “I though this was a first, not an only…”
“Good.” You sound giddy. “Just checking.”
“Silly,” he shakes his head at you. You thrust your hips up and laugh at the expression he makes when you bump his face, like he’s dazed. He squeezes your thigh harshly where he’s holding you. 
“Behave, sunshine. It’s feeling dangerous down here.” 
“I thought you were enjoying it.” 
“I am.” A bite at your hip. “And I’m seriously getting the munchies, so just…” You don’t understand the end of his sentence, the words muffled against your skin as he starts eating you out.
It’s heavenly. High as you are, in love as you are, you think you’re on cloud nine. This gets you wondering where such an odd expression even comes from. It seems so random. 
“Moony?”
“Hmm?” is grunted into your cunt.
“Why do you think it’s called being on cloud nine?”
He pulls back. The whole lower half of his face shines in your slick. 
“Why are you thinking about that right now? Am I that bad at this?”
“Bad? It’s amazing.” You ruffle his hair in your groping hands. “Which is why I’m on cloud nine, which is why I’m thinking about that right now. Your hair is as soft as clouds, Moons.” 
“You’re ridiculous.”
“Am not,” you giggle.
“Are,” he teases.
“Can you keep going now? It felt so good. Your mouth is ridiculous.” You thrust your hips up at him again.
“Ridiculous and bossy,” he complains, but he’s smiling hard, and before you can even think of a retort, he does as you bid. 
His mouth takes its time between your legs. He spends eternities teasing you: mouthing at the tops of your thighs, licking up your bikini line, nipping at your clit without giving it the attention he knows you want from how loud you whine every time he gives it the slightest graze. He loves all over your vulva, not leaving any part untouched, unworshipped. His tongue fucks into your entrance languidly; it swirls there. He licks your labia, sucks on it, gives the same attention to your clit when you moan loud enough. He travels back and forth, seemingly enjoying all of it too much to stick to any one attention too long. The next time he lands on your clit, he prolongs it.
Your legs shake; your back arches; your whines grow loud before turning strangled, and Remus takes his cue to reserve the relaxed approach for later. He picks up his pace, gripping your thighs tightly and shakes his whole face into you, alternating between licking and sucking rhythmically at your clit. You cum hard, and it feels like it goes on for minutes. 
With your eyes closed, you truly feel like you’re floating, your only anchor to the world Remus Lupin where you feel his body attached to yours. 
You’re laughing in pleasure, and the laughs turn to pants as you slowly, slowly come down. You love coming down to an already high baseline, and you giggle at the sensation of relaxing into a still heightened state. 
It suddenly strikes you it feels like it’s been years since you talked to Remus, heard his mellifluous voice, and you startle your eyes open searching for him. 
You see him immediately. He’s gazing at you with equal parts ardor and adoration, but when he sees your expression, his shifts to concern. 
“Hey, hey, what’s wrong, my love?” He rushes to hover just above you. His face is close to yours again, though it’s scanning all over your body. His hand holds your face gently, his other arm holding him up. “Did something feel bad? Does something hurt?” 
“No, no, I’m fine, Moons, I’m fine,” you rush to reassure. “I just missed you,” you explain.
“Missed me?” His eyes shoot to yours. “I’m right here, love; what do you mean you missed me?” He can’t help a subtle giggle, and his adoring expression takes back its rightful place on his beautiful face. 
“I just thought I hadn’t seen you in too long.” Your hands caress his face, thread through his hair. “Or heard your voice…” 
“Hmm,” he hums, leaning into your touch. “I’m right here. What do you want me to say?”
“Anything,” you smile. 
“I love you.” 
You’ve heard them before, but never like this, and they’re the best words in the world, in the universe. 
“Remus,” you sigh, leaning up to kiss him. He tastes intensely of you, and you laugh into the kiss. “I’m sorry I got you so… so slicky.”
“I don’t mind,” he chuckles. “Means it was good, right?”
“Beyond. ‘Good’ is like… like one colour out of a whole rainbow for how that just felt.” 
He’s beaming down at you and kisses you again, lingering there. 
When he finally separates from you, his caressing thumb comes to wipe some slick at the corner of your lip. You grab his hand and kiss each of his fingers lightly. Then you lick down his long index finger, your tongue finding and following a scar up his hand to his wrist.
You look into his eyes, and he’s staring at you, transfixed. 
“I was thinking about your fingers when you were rolling the spliff.” 
“Yeah?” His voice is a desperate sigh. 
“Yeah.”
“What were you thinking about?” 
“How beautiful your hands are. How they’d feel touching me… How your fingers would feel inside me…”
“Fuck,” he whispers. “You wanna find out?”
“Yes,” you moan. 
“Get them nice and wet for me, and I’ll show you.” They’re already lingering at your lips, but he slowly pushes them in. You welcome them enthusiastically and lazily suck on them, swirl your tongue around them.
“Fuck.” His voice is low. “Fuck, I want to feel everything there is to feel with you.”
“Mmm,” you nod, your mouth still full. 
Remus takes his fingers out, kisses you, and lets his mouth stay on yours as his fingers trace down your chin, your chest, your stomach steadily, leaving a wet path. When they reach between your legs, you squirm in anticipation. 
He rubs a couple of tight, slow circles on your clit. You’re so sensitive, and it feels amazing. You mewl into his mouth where it still hovers just above yours. 
“Ready, my sunshine?” 
“Mmhhmm.”
Remus pushes two fingers into you ever so slowly. You release a low, slow whine the whole time he takes to press in. He gives you gentle kisses, eating it up. When his fingers are in to the hilt, you wonder how you didn’t feel devastatingly empty every moment of your life before this one. When he adds a third, you’re sure you will every moment after.
You clench purposefully around him, and he moans into your mouth. Closing your eyes again, it’s the easiest thing to let yourself be consumed by the sensations, by Remus. 
When he curls his fingers inside you, you clench again, this time automatically. You grip his hair and clutch his back, your arms pulling his body close to yours. 
The spot he starts massaging feels like it’s a blazing fire, but everywhere else you’re connected, your chests, your mouths, is scattered scalding embers.
You’re savouring every second, every sensation, already feeling another high building but relishing in the time it’ll take to get there. 
You run your hands down Remus’s back, feeling the bumps of his scars, the grooves of his defined muscles. For the first time all afternoon, you feel a desire to hurry… 
You start moving your hips to meet his rhythm, eager, even more than for your own climax, for your turn to take your time on him. 
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karalynlovescake · 1 year
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Dreamling AU that I might have to write where Dream's siblings literally can't help him out of the fishbowl even if he asks because Reasons, but in this scenario they actually feel bad about it so they all just kind of decide as a group to keep an eye on his boyfriend Hob. Death is obviously great company and they get along well and Desire is like "i know about ALL your fantasies you kinky bitch, you're so great for my repressed big brother," and makes sure to spend the late 70's and 80's sending a variety of pale goth men in his direction. Despair shows up at the bar to keep him company when he's depressed enough to drink himself unconscious. Destruction actually met Hob once in the early 1600's and that didn't turn out well for Hob so he just sends a postcard from wherever like , "good luck, hang in there, my brother's an idiot but he's got it in him to not fuck things up this time." Delirium actually met Hob back in the early 1800's when he was doing a lot of opium, and she takes him to raves and concerts. They run one of those unofficial drug checking stations together because Del hates it when her big sister shows up to collect the people she is trying to party with.
Dream gets out and everyone is like, welcome back, we've been taking care of your boyfriend for you, and Dream (who is well aware that he stormed out on Hob and then didn't see him for 133 years) is like my what? And he gets invited to the next family dinner and Dream is like ??? And Destiny's just like, I got outvoted, he can stay.
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TIME TRAVEL?? AU
Or is it. CPOP. SPOP??? Idk BUT LOOK. LISTEN
MUSIC GROUP MADRIGALS.
Roles‼️‼️‼️ I tried my best to match them up, I think I did pretty good. Honestly a few of them changed, but not by much. Agustín and Félix essentially just stay writing music and being backbones to the group. I mean yeah, the other members write songs, but those two kind of. Put them together.
Alma: Manager, Producer
Felix: Instrumental, Writer
Agustín: Mixer, Instrumental, Producer
Julieta: Vocal, Center
Pepa: Sub Rapper, Sub Vocal, Main Dancer
Bruno: Main Rapper, Dancer
Isabela: Visual, Dancer
Dolores: Lead Vocal, Ad libs
Luisa: Vocal, Dancer
Camilo: Lead Rapper, Sub Vocal
Mirabel: Leader, Lead Dancer, Face, Vocal
Antonio: Maknae, Dancer, Sub/Backing Vocal/Ad libs
I spent an unhealthy amount of time on these photocards but. These would've likely been from their first album release, at least the one with Antonio in it.
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As for names. Y’all know I suck at those so. My unoriginal slf could only come up with this. Honestly it’s an improvement considering my last tho 💀
Miracle Beat (Styled M1R4CLE BE4T) There's a 1, for Mirabel, the leader, and then then two 4's because there are 9 total members.
Fandom Name: Rhythmatics. Maybe.
Sub Groups. Basically just smaller groups of the main band (like MiSaMo from TWICE)
Julieta, Pepa, Isabela, Dolores, Luisa, Mirabel- Mad Girls (Styled MAD☆GRLS). Play on "Madrigals".
Bruno, Camilo, Antonio: Vibe (Styled VI3E). Their music is played in, and the 3 is for how many members.
AS FOR MUSIC. Thinking movie ost, but similar to AKMU as well. Maybe a bit of middle era Twice. As for concept. I wanna say Time/Time Travel. Like the numbers represent an era. Essentially, the concept is they all time travelled from a different decade and formed a music group in order to cover for their “strange” behavior (whether it’s literal or not is up for debate). I wanna say this takes place in modern times, cause Antonio’s is 90’s based, so it’s at least up to 2010.
Formation would look. Like this <33
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An idea was the band started in, idk, the late, 70s, early 80s?? So it roughly takes place in the early 2000s. But then some wacky time travel and space-time stuff happened. So now Alma, Agustín and Félix are kinda just in the 2000s. Julieta is from the '10s, Pepa is from the '20s, and Bruno is from the '30s. Odd thing us, they're still triplets, and Alma's still their mother. She rolls with it. Yes, they do still fet married to Agustín and Félix.
Then there's the grandchildren. Alma had found that once they hit 5, they kind of just were set in a perpetual time or decade, so when asked when they were born, their month and date would be the same, but the year changed. So like Mirabel would say something like "March 6th, 1975", because each Madrigal is set at the beginning of the decade.
If there is magic (which there might be, idk) their rooms would look different. It'd be very similar to the decade their from. Like Luisa's room would look like a 60s teenage girls room, or Antonio's would look like a little boy's room from the 90s.
WHAT AM I TALKING ABOUT. DOES THIS EVEN MAKE SENSE???
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Idk. Im crazy.
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It’s funny that someone brought up Alice Cooper and your AU Adam & Hyde, because I’d been wondering what your characters’ taste in modern/more contemporary music would be. Like if they each turned on something from mid/late 20th century - now, what music artists would they like?
Erik will love Opera above all else, no matter what time period he's in. His tastes will not change with the times.
I can see Adam enjoying progressive rock, particularly from the 70's or early 80s, things that maybe touched on unpleasant topics and use weird imagery akin to Pink Floyd's "The Wall" he'd be that guy that prefers Genesis with Peter Gabriel over Phil Collins.
Hyde strikes me as a metal guy. I see his tastes being pretty eclectic, Probably even likes heavier stuff like death metal but then randomly in his play list you'd see something more fun. Sandwiched between bands like Cannibal Corpse and Behemoth you'd suddenly find something like Creature Feature.
Watson strikes me as the type to enjoy the Beetles and other rock bands that came out of the 60s.
Quincey would be into pop music, something bright and fun and catchy that he can dance too. Anything catchy on the billboard hot 100 would suit him
Larry strikes me as a Hip Hop or RnB type though he'd probably like a broad variety of artists and genres.
Theo is another one who doesn't really strike me as sticking to one particular genre, she'd love showtunes though, her favorite musical would probably be Wicked.
Selma would like country, especially sadder songs, the kind you hear playing in a bar down south late at night when you're trying to drown your sorrows.
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“But now it was a concentrated exploration; they must spend the entire night in the air. [...] Armand observed everything, passengers, stewardesses; he spoke with the pilots; he lay back in the deep first-class seats listening to the engines roar. Double-decker jets particularly enchanted him. He must try longer, more daring adventures: all the way to Port-au-Prince or San Francisco, or Rome, or Madrid or Lisbon, it didn’t matter, as long as Armand was safely landed by dawn.“
From a 2023 perspective this sounds like a grim way to spend your time, but flight in the late 70′s/early 80′s was pretty cushy.
In the United States airlines were regulated until 1978. The Civil Aeronautics Board dictated flight paths, schedules, and pricing, so the only way for airlines to attract customers was via amenities. After ‘78 prices that were previously exorbitant (the average flight was around $400 by current inflation standards) suddenly dropped, and the customer base exploded.
Which means Daniel and Armand were hitting the skies at just the right time: tickets were cheap, but the race to pack as many bodies into a plane as possible was just beginning, and cushy double decker jets were still in the skies.
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First class diners ate multi course meals from fine china. Once their bellies were full and they fancied a drink they could go upstairs-
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...and sprawl out in the beautiful first class lounge.
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These are earlier 70′s models but you could pretty much go up and treat the lounge as you would any social space.
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Even if you were flying coach PanAm had you covered with a full upper deck dining area and lounge.
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In the 80′s, English liner RegentAir had a full cocktail bar. Other airlines had pianos and other live music to entertain first class passengers.
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The first class lounge on a Japan Airlines jet from the 80s marries Japanese tradition with modern 80s design.
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When you were in your assigned seat the cabin for short domestic flights was still far more roomy than what you get now. And you were free to smoke on board for the duration of Armand and Daniel’s relationship.
So even if they had to watch their in flight movie on a projector screen with all the other passengers and there was no wifi to be found, Armand and Daniel had plenty of ways to entertain themselves on their all night flights. If you’re gonna be stuck in the air with a vampire boyfriend then this really is the way to go.
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okay im attempting again to post my
RDR2 Modern AU Music Taste Headcanons
and if this crashes tumblr again i’ll be upset beyond belief
Arthur: Honestly enjoys whatever’s popular at any given time, but has a deep love for country classics. Johnny Cash in regular rotation.
John: 2000′s emo shit, grunge and Vocaloid. probably wanted to look just like Machigerita-P at some point. (ditto, honestly.)
Abigail: 80′s chick music and riotgrrl rock. Very fervent enjoyer of all things Cyndi Lauper, Stevie Nicks and Courtney Love.
Dutch: the most godawful mix of incel indie and RYMcore post-rock. ever wanted to hear a constant rotation of Swans and Weezer?
Hosea: showtunes and comedy music. big fan of Weird Al, Bo Burnham and ESPECIALLY Tom Lehrer. adores the original Cats soundtrack.
Micah: hideously tryhard noise music that he moreso enjoys tormenting others with. this guy will play Whitehouse on any and all first dates.
Charles: his autism is anti-loud noise flavor, so he errs towards ambient chill pop stuff like Animal Collective and Beach House. (the kind of thing i hate sorry charles)
Sadie: any and all country songs about killing or inconveniencing your husband. also Paramore.
Bill: bro-country. got tricked into listening to Ram Ranch once and cried for three hours.
Javier: gives me metalhead vibes but also the only artists I think he really cares about are Gorillaz and Arca and i cant explain why
Lenny: probably enjoys most things. i think he likes late 90′s conscious rap like De La Soul and A Tribe Called Quest a lot tho
Sean: goofy boy rock bands like Tub Ring and The Presidents of the United States mixed in with the most awful 2000′s trash rock that he pirates
Kieran: white gay twink indie like Car Seat Headrest, Cavetown and a little bit of Jack Stauber
Mary-Beth: unironically, movie soundtracks. this the kind of girl who sits around listening to the LotR score like a dork.
Tilly: any and all mainstream 60′s-70′s music no matter how lame or dorky. absolutely adores the really early boy band era of the Beatles.
Karen: rave music, hyperpop, breakcore, basically anything that’d cause a victorian child to explode.
Uncle: his playlist is just a russian roulette game, most of the time you’ll get prog rock and sometimes you’ll get Jimmy Buffett and it’s pretty much a crapshoot.
Grimshaw: mostly likes jazz, is usually too busy to listen to any music and if you asked her her favorite artist she’d shrug and say “leonardo da vinci i guess”
Swanson: enjoys metal and punk, is basically just that one joke that was in every ad for Monsters University. (you know the one)
Strauss: Field recordings of people screaming. nah but fr i dont think he actually gets much out of listening to music. classical maybe. hes old.
Pearson: old-timey folk songs and sea shanties. big fan of The Pogues as well. Javier told him about Scottish pirate metal once... big mistake.
Molly: mid-2010′s tumblrcore girl pop. every argument with Dutch is usually book-ended by relistening to “Cry Baby” or “Norman Fucking Rockwell” again
Jack: fucking baby shark or some shit idk hes four years old
Trelawny: 90′s and 2000′s r&b and pop. this man WILL scam you and then go home and listen to TLC.
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modern au luke skywalker in my opinion would be very into 80’s pop and classic rock with some 70’s mixed in (NOT JUST BECAUSE STAR WARS IS A LATE 70’s/EARLY 80’s IP) but taylor swift would be his guilty pleasure send tweet
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43, 45, & 50
Thank you!! 🥰
43: You've heard rumours of a tenth upstairs ghost who doesn't often venture out of their room to visit with the other residents of the house. Who are they? (i.e. make up a ghost OC. I know i'm putting you on the spot. I just want to see what you come up with.)
I have enough as is!
I’ve always liked the idea of a foreign ghost that crash landed on BH soil. I know the idiots once said they thought about fighter pilots too, but scrapped the idea and then had the two Luftwaffe Pilots in 1x06 BUT. I have visions of, possibly even British, a downed (non descript) Air Force pilot who, has been hiding their true nationality for DECADES. And or, even Gender. Female RAF pilots became common, women did have to keep the country afloat after all. So it wouldn’t surprise me that, c1940, or even 1917 if they managed to course correct that incorrectly; there’s a German living under BH’s roof that no one knows is A) German - their English and look is just that good and B) Is one of the best (female) fighter pilots of the past century. Imagine The Captain; he has no love for the navy so I doubt her dare for the RAF either, or a woman doing a man of his time’s job. OR, a Cold War era spirit. Similar premise, similar fiery death. But like, yeah, who fought over British soil at that time is beyond me.
45: What song(s) do you think would annoy certain ghosts the most?
There’s so many! I think, if anything, it’ll be whatever songs are currently on repeat. Especially in the 70s and 80s where you couldn’t really escape - and or novelty songs that were number 1 for AGES. Or, anything 90s house - which I don’t exactly see Heather liking herself at that age - but there comes a point from about 1986-1990 where all the chart topping songs sound exactly the same; they’re produced by the same people and have the same amount of cheese. This pattern continues into the 90s and moulds into house and rave culture. That, and or the late 90s Britney/Nsync era, of Kitty busting her moves, would get old and fast.
Here’s two early 80s awful novelty songs I think would drive (some) of the ghosts up the wall, and even Pat who lived through their chart topping tenure:
50: Name an AU you haven't seen someone create content for, but which you'd love to read a fic or see some art for.
AI’ll presume as this doesn’t specify an already established au that I have to make one myself now. Ummmm. There’s so many dull the ghosts come back to life in Mike & Alison’s time - which yeah, ok, is very unimaginative yet easily comprehensible - however, id like a series of historical AUs in which the ghosts are all alive, some crossing paths and some not, with some of their in time contemporaries, in each other’s past timelines. I’ve been trying to work this out. As in, how would they all fair in the 1980s (Pat & Julian) verses say the 1780s (Kitty) or the 1580s (Humphrey) !! You get the idea. I want macaroon!The Captain and Humphrey being able to actual fly to France off the cuff to get laid, ok? And Julian dodging Lizzie I’s axe. By buttering here up abit.
Also, more ghosts drawn in each other’s periods please!
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YES FOR SURE! I love that Beverly and her sisters are basically trained assassins, I was not expecting that at ALL but I love it for them we love bad ass women and with Harry’s mom?! You did a really good job of tying history in with their pasts since it was such a monumental part in time for people, I can’t but also can picture Beverly using a sniper 😭💀
okay I'm glad you liked it because that time period was fucking insane. And like I already knew that obviously, and I took AP US History and AP US Government back in the day, and I've also just done my own research about all those decades because it's like were people sucking and fucking in the 40's and 50's???? And the answer was basically no! Then the mid to late 60's happened and people went nuts, and that carried well over into the 70's and 80's. Not to mention all the counter culture. And with Vietnam being the first televised war, people were starting to wise up! But it was also like the hippies weren't helping by spitting on veterans when they came home, you know? It was like these people were drafted and had no choice to go to Vietnam, same for the other wars. Like it's such a complicated system!!
And then tying in European history with like my own heritage I thought was important. Like you can't just ignore what happened at those camps. And like I remember when I watched Transparent, it really stuck with me when they'd show flash backs of the the late 60s/early 70s of parents forcing their kid to eat and being mad that they wouldn't and the kid snapped and was like, "WE'RE NOT IN THE HOLOCAUST", and like these people had so much untreated trauma!! Like how after the depression people still hoarded papertowels and other good well into their old ages because they were afraid of being dirt poor again. Like women in the camps stopped getting their periods, and they were lucky if they survived at all. Entire families were wiped out. And then none of them talked about it when they the survivors got their lives back. They found new homes and carried on. My step-grandmother's parents survived and they were just were never the same, and it's ultimately what killed them later in life.
ANYWAYS I think when writing any period piece it's important to tie these things in so we're not romanticizing or glorifying some of the worst periods of human history. You have civil rights movements happening all over the country, Kennedy being shot, and the rise of Harvey Milk. I think that's why I don't typically write pieces where the settings are recent history because it's like how can I not mention these things? I'd love to write a 70s/80's AU, but like I know myself and I'd need to tie in the AIDS epidemic because how can I just ignore that????
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It’s a wonder Blitz made it through the 80′s with Magnus “sees it on MTV and wears it” Chase, Alex “Everything neon” Fierro, and Hearthstone “buys the cheapest thing in stores”
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Happy 79th Birthday to The Big Yin, Billy Connolly.
The comedian and actor Billy Connolly was born on November 24th 1942 in Glasgow, into a poor and not altogether stable family; he left school at age 15 and served as (among other jobs) a shipyard worker, a paratrooper in the Territorial Army, and a welder, the latter including a stint building an oil rig in Nigeria. Shortly after his return, Connolly quit working and, supporting himself with the money he’d saved, concentrated on learning to play folk music on the banjo and guitar. He became a regular on the Glasgow folk scene, instantly recognisable with his wild hair and beard; he drifted in and out of several bands before forming the Humblebums with guitarist Tam Harvey in 1965. Gerry Rafferty (later of Stealers Wheel and “Baker Street” fame) joined sometime later, and the group built a following with their live performances, which spotlighted Connolly’s humorous between-song bits.
As Rafferty’s songs became the Humblebums’ primary musical focus, tensions among the members escalated; Harvey departed, and Connolly and Rafferty recorded two albums in 1969 and 1970 before disagreements over Connolly’s concert comedy split them up in 1971.
Connolly soon began performing around Scotland and northern England, concentrating more on comedy but still mixing occasional folk songs into his act. 1972 saw the release of Connolly’s first album, Live, and also the debut of The Great Northern Welly Boot Show, a musical play Connolly co-authored with poet Tom Buchan based on his experiences in the shipyards of Glasgow. The show was a hit in Edinburgh and London, and Polydor signed Connolly to a recording contract. In 1974, his Solo Concert album sparked protests from the Christian community over a rowdy routine in which Connolly described the Last Supper as if it had taken place in Glasgow; all the publicity only helped his career, and he was quickly becoming one of Scotland’s favourite entertainers.
His 1974 follow-up album, Cop Yer Whack for This, became his biggest hit yet, going gold in the U.K., and the comic take on Tammy Wynette’s “D.I.V.O.R.C.E.” became a surprise number one hit single in 1975. That same year also saw Connolly put in star-making appearances on Michael Parkinson’s chat show and at the London Palladium. He consolidated his success with a rigorous touring schedule over the next few years (including the massive Extravaganza tour of the U.K. in 1977), and continued to release comedy recordings on a regular basis into the ‘80s.
During the late '70s, Connolly began taking on acting roles in television and film productions, and tried his hand at playwriting, with somewhat less success. His first marriage dissolved in 1981 amidst an affair with comedienne Pamela Stephenson (whom he would later marry in 1989, the same year he shaved off his trademark shaggy beard). Taking up residence in London with Stephenson, Connolly continued his comedy career while taking on more theatrical and television roles.
Toward the late '80s, his appearances on American television became more frequent, which – along with an unsold pilot for a Dead Poets Society series – helped Connolly land a gig replacing Howard Hesseman on the high school honour-student comedy Head of the Class in 1990. His highest-profile American exposure was short-lived, however, as the series was cancelled after just one season; however, Connolly was back on American airwaves in early 1992, starring in the sitcom Billy. It too was cancelled after a short run, and after appearing in the film Indecent Proposal, Connolly returned to the U.K. (though he still officially resided in the Hollywood Hills).
In 1994, he hosted the acclaimed series World Tour of Scotland, which explored the flavor of contemporary Scottish culture. It proved so successful that Connolly hosted two further exploration-themed BBC series: 1995’s A Scot in the Arctic, in which he spent a week on a remote northern Canadian island, and 1996’s World Tour of Australia. Lent a new respectability, Connolly appeared in BBC Scotland’s historical dramas Deacon Brodie and Mrs. Brown, the latter of which also featured Judi Dench and was released worldwide to much acclaim.
In 2012, Connolly provided the voice of King Fergus in Pixar’s Scotland-set animated film Brave, alongside fellow Scottish actors Kelly Macdonald, Craig Ferguson, Robbie Coltrane, Emma Thompson, and Kevin McKidd. Connolly appeared as Wilf in Quartet, a 2012 British comedy-drama film based on the play Quartet by Ronald Harwood, directed by Dustin Hoffman. In 2014, Connolly appeared in The Hobbit: The Battle of the Five Armies as Dáin II Ironfoot, a great dwarf warrior and cousin of Thorin II Oakenshield. Sir Peter Jackson stated that “We could not think of a more fitting actor to play Dain Ironfoot, the staunchest and toughest of dwarves, than Billy Connolly, the Big Yin himself. With Billy stepping into this role, the cast of The Hobbit is now complete. We can’t wait to see him on the battlefield.”
In September 2013, Connolly underwent minor surgery for early-stage prostate cancer. The announcement also stated that he was being treated for the initial symptoms of Parkinson’s disease.
Connolly had acknowledged earlier in 2013 that he had started to forget his lines during performances, adding later he was finding it hard to remember how to play his banjo.
In 2017 for his 75th birthday Glasgow bestowed upon Billy three 50 foot murals , to add to the many murals in the city, in 2007 and again in 2010, he was voted the greatest stand-up comic on Channel 4’s 100 Greatest Stand-Ups. He once again topped the list on Channel 5’s Greatest Stand-Up Comedians, broadcast on New Year’s Eve 2013.
Recently Billy has spoken about his Parkinson’s saying that  he now walks “unsteadily” and that his “hearing is going”. He admits he would love to go back on stage but that “I don’t know if I can do it with the state my mind is in.” he appeared on Radio 2’s Chris Evans show and told him “I don’t think the way I used to,” he went on…“….and steadily more symptoms come and it’s incurable. It’s not going to end. As a matter of fact, I had a Russian doctor in New York who said, 'You realise this is an incurable disease?’"And I said, 'You got to get a grip of yourself, stop calling it an incurable disease, say we have yet to find the cure. Give the guy a light in the tunnel.’”
Billy retired from his stage shows officially IN 2018, but he has kept himself busy, he hit our screens with another series of his Great American Trail, which will follow him as he replicates the route taken by Scottish immigrants who came to America in the early 18th century. He also brought out a new book, called Tall Tales and Wee Stories, to launch it Billy’s face was projected on to buildings in Glasgow and Edinburgh.
In November 2019, The Glasgow Evening Times named Connolly as The Greatest Glaswegian as determined by a public poll. Connolly has been a patron of the National Association for Bikers with a Disability.  His first sculpture, which is inspired by his past as a welder, was released in March 2020.
When recently asked on BBC's The One Show, what is it like living with Parkinson's, he said: "It has its moments. It's like just now, my left hand is shaking. I used to be able to stop it by staring at it, but it doesn't work so much anymore. It's not a frightened of me as what it used to be."However, during the BBC documentary Made in Scotland, viewers became worried about the star's health after he said: "My life, it’s slipping away and I can feel it and I should."I’m a damn sight nearer the end than I am the beginning. But it doesn’t frighten me, it’s an adventure and it is quite interesting to see myself slipping away."
However, Billy made it clear following the documentary that he was not close to death, and posted a video online to address viewers' worries.
In the video he could be seen playing his iconic banjo, saying: "Not dying, not dead, not slipping away. Sorry if I depressed you. Maybe I should have phrased it better."
Long Live The Big Yin! 
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Mi Corazón es Tuyo
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TITLE: ​Mi Corazón es Tuyo PAIRING: Spencer/OC RATING: T CHAPTER: One-shot SUMMARY: The BAU are in Laredo, Texas on a case and an old friend of Kaitlyn’s stops by.
[A/N - I know Narcos takes place in the late 70′s/early 80′s, but for the purposes of this one-shot, it happened in the early 2000′s. So this is an AU for Narcos and regular for Criminal Minds. I kinda wanted to wait until I had finished Narcos to post this, so I googled to see how the series ended so I wouldn’t get anything wrong.]
Kaitlyn stared at the crime scene photos pinned to the board, trying to find some connection.
They were in Laredo, Texas chasing a serial arsonist, who also liked to take one victim hostage.
“Careful there, cerebrito (brainiac). I can practically hear the gears turning in your head.”
Kaitlyn spun around. Only one person had ever called her that in her life.
“Javi!” she screamed. She ran to him and threw her arms around his neck. Her team watched the interaction between her and this strange man, including Spencer. “Oh my god, what are you doing here?” she asked him.
“I could ask you the same thing. Heard your name around town.”
She rolled her eyes. “It’s your family’s annual get together, isn’t it?”
“Um, I’m actually here now. Permanently.”
“Oh. Well, how’s your father?”
“He’s good. He’s good.”
The two stared at each other for a moment before Javier looked over at her team.
“Are you going to introduce me?” he asked.
Kaitlyn blushed. “Oh! Right!” She led him over to her team. “Guys, this is my good friend Javier Peña. Javi, meet the BAU.”
“THE Javier Peña?” Emily asked, “As in the one who helped take down Escobar and the Cali cartel?”
“One in the same,” Javier said. He didn’t really like to talk about his time in Colombia.
In fact, Kaitlyn avoided the subject altogether.
“How do you know Katy?” Morgan asked, ever the big brother.
“We met when I was down in Colombia,” Kaitlyn explained, “I was on vacation and Javi here saved me from being shot. We’ve stayed in touch ever since.”
“You were almost shot?” Spencer asked.
“Uh, yeah. Guess some of the cartel guys heard an FBI agent was down there and decided to try and kill me. You know, the usual stuff.” Kaitlyn said it so nonchalantly that it worried Hotch. She did the same thing when it came to close encounters on the job.
Maybe this was where it had originated from.
“Hey, I’ve gotta be heading back, but I’ll see you later okay? We’ll catch up,” Javier said, “Don’t work too hard.” He kissed her temple and she playfully shoved him away from her.
“Estúpido (Asshole),” Kaitlyn muttered.
Javier winked at her. “Pero amas cariño (But you love it, sweetheart).”
When Kaitlyn turned back around, her entire team was staring at her. “What? Let’s get back to work.” She walked back up to the board.
“You didn’t think it was a good idea to tell us you have a friend who worked for the DEA?” Hotch asked her, quietly.
“I’m sorry, Hotch. I honestly never thought you guys would meet.”
“We’ll discuss this later.”
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Kaitlyn met Javier a few days later before they left for Quantico.
“I hope you know I’m in deep shit with my supervisor,” she told him, “Although did I complain when all that shit went down with Emily? No.”
Javier laughed. “I’m sorry. If I had known that would get you in trouble, I wouldn’t have just shown up. But I couldn’t resist when I heard you were in town. Big guy didn’t seem happy to see me, though.”
“Big guy? Oh, you mean Morgan? He’s just protective. He’s actually exactly like you. Sleeps with anyone he wants to, no strings attached.”
“And what about you?”
“What about me?”
“What’s going on with the guy with the long hair?”
“Spencer? What about him?”
“Oh come on. I noticed the way he looked at you and the way you were trying so hard not to meet his eyes.”
Kaitlyn hit Javier on the shoulder. “I’m supposed to be the profiler, not you!”
“So what’s the story?”
Kaitlyn shrugged. “Got a job in the BAU, met Spencer, end of story. But enough about me, what about you? Any women in the picture?”
“Miel (honey), there’s always women in the picture.”
Kaitlyn laughed. “You don’t ever change, do you Peña? What about Steve and Connie? They still together?”
“Of course. Went back to Miami after everything blew over.”
“You two still keep in touch, right?”
“Of course. He wasn’t just my partner, he’s my brother.”
“I’m surprised you didn’t transfer to Mexico.”
Javier shook his head. “I’m done with Narcos and Sicarios. Bebita (baby girl), I don’t work for the DEA anymore.”
“Why? What happened?”
“I found out some stuff that caused a huge scandal, so they asked me to resign.”
“Oh my god, Javi. I’m so sorry.”
Javier shrugged. “It’s fine. I’m back working on my father’s ranch.”
“My Mexican cowboy. Sexy.” Javier smiled.
Kaitlyn’s phone started ringing. “Hello?”
“Hotch said we should be good to go in about ten minutes. We’re just waiting on you,” Spencer told her.
“Okay. I’ll see you soon then.”
“I love you.”
It wasn’t the first time they’d exchanged “I love you’s” but it never failed to take Kaitlyn’s breath away. “Yo también te quiero (I love you too).” She heard Spencer laugh.
“I don’t know what that means, but I gonna assume you reciprocated.”
“I did, idiot. See you in a bit.” She hung up and saw Javier smiling at her. “Shut-up.”
“C’mon. Don’t want you to miss your flight.”
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Kaitlyn nearly did miss her flight thanks to security not wanting to let Javier through.
The security guard had to call Hotch and get clearance from him first.
“Idiotas (Idiots). I’m fucking FBI! I hope they know I could have them fired in a heartbeat!” Kaitlyn snapped, pulling her luggage out of Javier’s Jeep.
“Fácil allí pequeña mama (Easy there little mama). Don’t break a nail.”
“Shut-up Javi.”
He hugged her. “Hey, take care of yourself.”
“You too.”
“And when you and that boy get married, I want an invite, do you hear?”
Kaitlyn’s cheeks burned. “Yes, hermano mayor (big brother).” She kissed him on the cheek and hurried onto the jet. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”
“It’s fine, Kaitlyn. We wouldn’t have left you behind,” Hotch told her, “Wheels up, everybody.”
Hotch went to the back of the jet to call Jack, Rossi and Morgan were sleeping, JJ and Emily were talking quietly, and Spencer sat next to Kaitlyn.
“You and Javier never did anything, did you?” Spencer asked her.
“Reid, if you have to ask that question then you don’t know me very well.”
“It’s just…you two seemed pretty close.”
“And we are. Spencer, Javi is just the Mexican version of Morgan.”
Spencer thought about that and then started laughing.
“And besides, mi corazón es tuyo.”
“Gonna have to translate.”
“My heart is yours. Always has been and always will be, Spencer.”
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AU’s I’ll never write but spent way too much time thinking about to not share with anyone - part 2
- Spider-man into the spider-verse sobbe AU
Imagine Robbe and Sander as Spider-mans from different universes that get to meet each other when someone evil is messing with a particle collider trying to navigate through parallel universes and indeed finding a way of doing it and confirming parallel universes exist when all these Spider-mans start coming together in one single universe?
Imagine how happy Robbe would be to find out that the multiverse theory he has always believed in is actually true and multiple universes do exist and they’re pretty much like he always believed them to be?
Imagine Sander being the Spider-man from late 70’s, early 80’s or something like that, who’s really into David Bowie and has a whole artistic vibe going on, who doesn’t seem to have that much patience for beginners and doesn’t understand for the life of him how technology works but won’t ever admit it and everyone (all the Spider-mans included) think he’s just so effortlessly cool it’s kind of unfair? And then imagine Robbe being the 2020’s Spider-man that just got his superpowers and doesn’t exactly know how to use them or navigate through all the changes that are happening in his life and he’s a little lost most of the time but he’s got heart, so he’s trying his best and although it’s not always easy, it’s enough?
So imagine when all hell breaks lose and all the Spider-mans have to work together to fix the glitch that’s making them go from one parallel universe to the other, Sander finding himself being weirdly protective of the newest Spider-man of all of them, wanting to help Robbe understand what’s happening to him and how he can control his superpowers and use them in the correct way, and Robbe’s such a calming, nice, positive presence around him that it makes Sander feel the happiest he’s been in a long time? And imagine Robbe getting confused at Sander not knowing how technology works and finding it endearing how he gets frustrated when he can’t get simple things done because he was born in a different era so he’s not used to things from this century? So Robbe patiently shows Sander how things work, from his coffee machine to his ipod, that he ends up giving Sander as a thank you gift for helping Robbe in the beginning, so he can listen to Bowie all he wants, wherever he goes?
And imagine them both falling in love as time goes on and eventually getting heartbroken at the thought of not being able to be together due to the fact they’re from different parallel universes, until another Spider-man, or rather, the only Spider-woman from their group, the smartest person of them all, Yasmina, tells them there’s a way they can find each other in paralell universes, so they promise each other to do that when each one of the Spider-mans has to go home, and they do just that?
They find each other in every single parallel universe that there is and they are always thrilled to learn everything about the other all over again, paying attention to the things that are always the same, like Sander’s passion for Bowie, art and Robbe, and Robbe’s kindness, enormous heart and love for Sander, and also the things that are a little different, like how sometimes they’re still both Spider-man, but other times they’re just teenage boys in love, sometimes meeting for the first time at a beach, other times at a friend gathering of sorts at school, but always finding their way back to each other?
In every single parallel universe?
Imagine that?
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@jennystahl​​ i had this filled out in my drafts for like 2 months now, sorry 😔 but here it is
4. What was the most common argument between them and whoever raised them?
There weren't really a lot of arguments until she got older. Despite her and her parents difficult relationship she usually obeyed and wasn't really allowed to say anything back, respect your elders and all that. Not that she ever really saw anything wrong with what her parents did, she never really questioned it and lamented the lack of freedom she had, but them forcing her to grow up too soon and get into the family business at an early age was perfectly normal for her -_-
8. What was their childhood/teenage bedroom like?
Her room in her old house in Frisco Fields was very, very pink surprisingly. She’s not very girly as an adult but she grew up in the fifties, thus her room had a pink wallpaper & bedsheets and all sorts of dolls her mom got her. I imagine it somewhat like this, as she got older she got rid of the childrens toys and replaced the stuff on the wall with posters of musicians. The beatles and beach boys as a teen :)
PRESENT
6. What is their current relationship with their family?
(this and number 7 were answered so im just copypasting it)
Complicated... the love is there and all that, it's more of a business relationship though rather than a parent-child thing, especially with her dad. It's nothing that she ever questions (until aforementioned therapy sessions with her friends), she grew up in an environment where affection isn't really something she sees often and almost all her friends have messed up relationships with their parents too so while there is some resentment she never really questions that the way they raised her might not be ideal :c
The relationship with her siblings is complicated as well, especially because they're both a LOT younger than her. She was an only-child until the age of 13 and moved out of her childhood home when they were eight and six years old so there's this weird disconnect but there's a relationship nonetheless, which is weird. Eldest daughter AND only child disease 😓Not to mention that her parents are looking to make her little brother head of the family because he's a boy or whatever.. drama!
7. Do they have a partner? How did they meet, and what’s their relationship like now?
Yes.. she and Ellis met on some random job in the Hollow in 1963 that her dad was taking her along with (he and Sammy did random deals together and were also good friends 😌) and Jenny was like wow how boring. What if I just talk to this this guy's sons instead.... she thought he was some annoying teenage guy and only really talked to him whenever necessary (when her dad's business trips to Sammy's got REALLY boring). She forced herself to hang out with him more after Lincoln went to Vietnam and realized he's not so bad so they became friends :)
In actual game canon nothing really happens because he dies, Jenny just becomes sad that her friends were killed (him, Danny, Sammy and maybe Michael too because of Juliet connection.. she doesn't give a fuck abt Giorgi anymore that little rat can die) and wonders if she liked that goofy little guy with the ugly shirts, but in any case it's too late now.
We're doing au's here though (also this is as of '68) so in the good timeline they get together in 1968.. sort of. It's not a friends with benefits thing, more that sort of relationship that you know will end sooner or later for various reasons, so you're kind of living in the moment and have fun while it lasts. It IS genuine and not just about hooking up from time to time of course, it's just not the kind of thing that was built to last because it's based off of a dumb 20 year olds friendship and one of them (Jenny) doesn't really plan on sticking around in New Bordeaux. But well, who knows what will happen 😏
FUTURE
5. Did they get married or have a family? Why? If otherwise, why not?
YES! Jenny + Ellis cringe wedding in the good timeline, when she returns from LA after her failed music career (it wasn't a complete failure, she just gives it up after landing one hit that plays on the radio over and over again). She has a daughter in 1972, miss Tracy :)
6. How do they react to the changing times? Are they adaptable or do they reject modernity?
She adapts somewhat to the changing times, starts wearing a 70s hairdo with feathered bangs and all that but she's still a 60's girl through and through 😌 the seventies are cool because a lot of things from the late sixties carry over (even if she misses the carefree vibe that decade had compared to the more depressing 70s), the eighties she kind of hates aesthetically. Not that she should complain, she's a milf around that time 🙄 Overall she’s adaptable but she keeps complainign about the 80s and later decades and talks about how much better the sixties were.
7. Are their friends still a part of their life? Are there people they are no longer in touch with, or newly important people?
YES... YES! 😤 she definitely still regularly meets with her old friend group, particularly juliet and gavin.. what we said about him and danny babysitting vinnie and tracy :-) Her family she would stay in touch with too but less so than her friends - she certainly keeps an eye on her younger siblings and tries to keep them out of the “family business”, probably unsuccessfully so 🙄 but she would try to be present for them, even if the large age gap kind of resulted in them becoming closer with each other rather than with Jenny :/
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My Interpretation of Miles Edgeworth’s Edgelord Phase
I've been noticing some posts of Miles Edgeworth in a teenage goth phase. If I had to be honest, I see Miles going through a Nerd Phase than anything. As much as I love to tease how he's a Victorian Edgelord, he's not really that kind of edgelord. Perhaps, if he grew up in the 70's and 80's when that was considered edgey, then maybe. Though, Miles Edgeworth was born in 1992 and, by the time he was growing up, being punk and goth was no longer considered edgey and more mainstream by the early 2000's.
Now, Nerd and Geek Culture was considered very edgey during the 90's and bit of the early 2000's. It has only become mainstream recently by the 2010's. During those times, I can see Miles getting involved in his studies and geeking over the Samurai shows at the time. He'd likely participate in the Book Club, Math Club, Study Hall, Anime Club and so on. He'd also be the goody two-shoes that always was the Teacher's Pet, something that definitely would be edgey. He would have maybe have that one or two friends, if not Phoenix and Larry, or no friends at all, since he's very introverted and focused on his studies.
That's my theory anyways. I could be wrong, but this seems to fit Miles Edgewort's character as someone, who has always been a bookworm toward law books as a kid and a closeted Steel Samurai Nerd. Since we are talking about rebellious and edgey Miles Edgeworth, the Nerd/Geek Phase would fit him the best during his teen years. I can see Miles Edgeworth being more open about his geekdom without worrying about reputation that could risk losing his job. This also would also work with a No DL-6 AU, being under MVK or living with his rich Aunt.
Now, I do think that Gregory Edgeworth was the goth/punk edgelord during his teen years, but only because he would have grown up in the 70's and 80's when being goth and punk was considered rebellious. Though, Miles Edgeworth is unlikely to ever turn punk or be into that sort of thing. There's also understanding why goth/punk was considered edgey during those times, which would not fit well, if Miles was born in 1992.
I can tell you, as someone born in 1991 and grew up in the late 90's and early 2000's that Miles Edgeworth would have grown up at a time when goth and punk was as trendy as they come. Being geeky and nerdy was more rebellious by comparison and yes, that was my edgelord, rebellious phase. I was that kid you'd find playing Yugioh with my friends or studying while everyone else was being loud and obnoxious. I also always stayed on the teachers' good side, because I hated how everyone disrespected them almost all the dang time.
Of course, everyone has their edgelord phase, but I can't see Miles Edgeworth being the goth or punk type. Maybe Phoenix or Larry, but not Miles Edgeworth. Those are my thoughts anyways. Tell me what you think.
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I kept getting distracted. But considering that whole post about Archie and others traveling to other Bioshock AU’s. I was trying to look for this one page from a Spider-Verse comic. Also cool info when I was on some wiki’s....so the Maguire, Garfield, and Hammond Spidey’s were involved in a way in the Spider-Verse comics....nice. :D Also a appearance of the Webb verse. But that’s not the point.
What I wanted to do was to make something funny. Which is inspired or based on a page of two Spider-Men saying they saw two Spidey’s that looked the Maguire and Garfield actors.
Archie: You know what I find one of the weirdest things I’ve seen when going to these other dimensions Elizabeth?
Elizabeth: What is it?
Archie: I think the weirdest one was seeing a version of Jack....yet he looked like Nicholas Hammond.....it was so weird meeting him. 
Elizabeth: Who’s Nicholas Hammond?
Archie: He’s an actor. He played Spider-Man and Peter Parker in the 70′s Spider-Man movies and show I really like....in fact that dimension was weird. Andrew Ryan looked like Vincent Price a lot more. I couldn’t tell if Atlas looked like Sam Neil or Liam Neeson. In fact the Big Daddies look less advanced or something. As if they were guys in suits. But they weren’t......what year was that dimension in again Brigid?
Tenenbaum: 1979 or 1980? It looked like it was in the late 70′s to early 80′s.
Archie: Yeah everyone just looked different. As if they were being played by actors.....I think that was a dimension where the events of Rapture was made into a show like Spider-Man and Hulk. Or it seemed like that to me.
Tenenbaum: No wonder why I looked younger than usual. I looked like I was in my late 20′s to early 30′s. 
Archie: I mean you’re 35. Sorry to say that.
Tenenbaum: Ah it’s fine Archie. I just wanted to point that out. 
Robert Lutece: Yeah it was one of the weirder dimensions you’ve travelled to.
Rosalind Lutece: Don’t forget the Splicers looking like they were made with special effects. Like something out of a horror film.
Next I may have Archie mention he saw a Jack that looked like Armie Hammer. Then one that looked like Tom Holland. But that would mostly be a modern Arch saying that. 
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