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headkiss · 9 months

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annaaa im rewatching cm again and reentering my hotch phase and u are my ultimate favorite hotch writer so may i please beg for something sweet with him? maybe like making dinner or doing some other activity together? of course this is totally absolutely no pressure at all thank u i love u <33

kait my love angel bae i am so honoured to be ur fav hotch writer 😭🫶 this one’s for u and i hope u like it!!! | 0.6k of fluff

Aaron can hear you moving about in the kitchen when he gets home.

It’s something he’s had a hard time getting used to, the intimacy of it all. The sound of pots clanging and spoons scraping dishes as you stir things. It’s the reminder of having someone there, of never really being alone. Sure, he’s not used to it, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

He’s good at being quiet, has to be for his job, so he shuts the door softly behind him and toes off his shoes. Sneaking down the hall, he spots you through the doorway of the kitchen, your hair up, back of your neck exposed.

Hotch leans a shoulder against the doorframe and watches you cook for a little, the stress of the day sort of melting away as he does.

You only catch him when you turn around, jumping and dropping the spoon you’d been holding onto the counter. “Aaron!” His name is dragged out in a whine, “you’ve gotta stop doing that.”

“Watching you cook?”

“Using your agent feet on me.”

He huffs a laugh at that one, a smile spreading over his face freely the way they seem to spread around you.

“Whatcha making?”

“Just some pasta. You wanna help?”

You offer him an apron, the neck dangling from your fingertips. Aaron takes it easily, tossing it over his button up that he’d worn to work. It’s a funny juxtaposition, the crisp state of his shirt and the stained canvas he wears over it.

“Where do you want me, chef?”

Whenever Aaron’s gone, you tend to worry and worry. That he’ll get hurt, that he’ll get tired of juggling you and his work. Then, he comes home to you, putting on your apron without complaining, and you’re not so worried anymore, because it makes sense. Having him beside you makes sense.

You grin at him over your shoulder, now turned back to the boiling water on the stove, “there’s some veggies in the fridge if you wanna cut those?”

“‘Course.”

As he walks behind you to get to the fridge, he pauses to push a kiss into the side of your neck, his arms weaving around your waist. You lean into his touch like an instinct, like there’s a string that shortens whenever he’s near, tugging the two of you towards each other.

You’re lucky to get him this way. Where everyone else sees Hotch, you only see Aaron.

Conversation comes easy as you cook together, Hotch getting a cutting board and setting himself up at the counter next to the stovetop. Not the most functional spot, but it’s the one closest to you, so he chooses it anyway.

Aaron’s not one to open up quickly. He doubts himself, questions whether he’ll be too much for the other person, worries that they’ll get fed up with his scattered schedule and leave. And then he met you and things were different.

He’d had to cancel your second date because of a case, and you’d barely blinked, telling him on the phone that the anticipation will only make it so much better, that it isn’t his fault and you’d be there when he got back. You said all of the right things and he sent you flowers and that was the start of the best thing that’s ever happened to him.

Now, you live together and your toothbrushes share the same countertop and it might not be perfect all of the time but it’s as close as possible, he thinks.

“Hey. Try this for me?” You’re holding out a spoon, a little bit of pasta sauce on the end, your free hand cupped underneath it to catch any that might fall. “Please?”

You never need to say please with him, Aaron thinks, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t like the way it sounds in your voice.

He leans towards you, bending to taste what you’re offering him.

“It’s perfect, sweetheart.”

Hotch isn’t lying, but even if it wasn’t perfect, he’d still tell you it was. If only to see the way your face lights up with your smile, the way you bounce a little on your feet.

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la-muerta · 3 months

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Xiao Shunyao 肖顺尧's performance of his original work, 《山 (Mountain)》

Look, I'm not kidding when I say this song changed my entire brain chemistry. It's such a perfect fusion of old and new, both in terms of musical style and lyrics.

So the lyrics first. Co-written by Yang Haolong and Xiao Shunyao, it also incorporates two poems: 《满江红·怒发冲冠》 (often attributed to legendary Song Dynasty general Yue Fei, although the authorship has been contested) and 《七律·长征》 ...which was written by Mao Zedong 💀 so I'm not really going to talk about that bit lol other than that it's an interesting juxtaposition of poems since the Mao Zedong poem is about the Long March (military retreat by the CCP).

But since 《满江红》 is in 词 cí form, it's meant to be sung. Instead, he does the first verse of the poem as a lyrical recitation (0:23 to 0:37) and the second verse (1:55 to 2:25) in the 高拨子 gāo bō zǐ singing style of Beijing Opera, which is usually used by warrior characters. Honestly my favourite part of the whole song because the resonance and clarity of his voice is just *chef's kiss*.

And the combination of Beijing Opera, rap, lyrical recitation, and that rockstar growl?! Insane, what a vision. I also love that he used the 韵白 yùn bái style of narrative speech for the beginning because it reminds me of 说书人 or storytellers you see in c-dramas (used for the backstory exposition in the beginning of both The Untamed and Mysterious Lotus Casebook).

#cw flashing lights #xiao shunyao #肖顺尧 #mysterious lotus casebook cast #LHL cast #chinese culture #sorry just me rambling about music analysis and poetry

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cleromancy · 4 months

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oracle year one born of hope from batman chronicles #5 (published 1996) is hands down the best defridging story ive ever read for a lot of reasons--the first being just that its such a damn good comic in the first place. but every time i read it im so struck by the way it reframes the casual *incidental* violence done to barbara in TKJ, where she's just an obstacle in the joker's way to get to jim (to get to batman) and it's not *about* her. on the very second page of OYO we have this:

the entire page (...minus bruce in the bg up there) is drawn from barbaras point of view while she recounts the incident from her hospital bed. literally recentering her and her perspective, her experience and her feelings. where TKJ sensationalizes and sexualizes the violence done to her we see an illustration of her choice--love for her father, "don't get up"--then the shock and pain of the injury, then the operating room.

and she opened the story with "i cant believe i was such an idiot," berating herself for not looking through the peephole or using the chain on the door before she opened it, emphasizing that she knew better, and its a very human response to being the victim of something like this--almost fixating on a small mistake you made. inside the story its about the grief and the sense of control bargaining gives you--"if only i had--!" and then on the meta level its actually addressing the "well why DIDNT barbara look through the peephole???" (<- the answer being that TKJ never considered whether or not she would have, bc that was less important to the story than hurting her.)

and the next page. god. its masterful:

the balance of OYO being a response to TKJ on a meta level and the genuine story-level exploration of barbaras feelings just in the first 3 pages alone... chefs kiss. the way it addresses the previous bullshit storytelling choices--but builds something new off of them, because that shouldn't be the end of barbaras story.

and its so fantastic bc it doesn't shy away from barbaras ugly feelings...

she's so angry and she's allowed to be. and thats also what makes it such a good defridging--that its a resonant portrayal of becoming disabled. anger, grief, humiliation, shame, fear, the absolute *slog* that is recovery, the realization that your independence has been compromised... it really reckons with what this means for her in that moment and moving forward.

just posting this one bc i love her...

and the crux of the story is barbara taking control back over her life, barbara not feeling helpless anymore. its a superhero origin story to its core and its fantastic at what it does.

and i mean... i do always feel iffy about this part:

the juxtaposition of her wanting to do this without batmans help with her, well, unknowingly accepting bruces help. makes seesaw motion with hand. i always feel like its a bit of a weak spot... i like elements of it, particularly *because* this work is addressing so much of TKJs bullshit; this is making bruce actually care about barbaras injury because fuck you he *should* care, he *should* do something. and barbaras need for independence and her struggles to accept help are pretty central to her character and in a story about disability... i mean interdependence is a core tenant of disability rights activism, no man is an island and all that. but btwn it being bruce who finds richard dragon for her to train with, and richard dragon both being yknow a man and not a wheelchair user himself, it falls flat. which is really something you notice bc the rest of the story is so damn good... its hard for me to put my finger on exactly what i think they should've done instead, bc they only had 18 pages for this story and like. it's incredibly tight, not a panel wasted, so it *was* important that barbaras teacher be someone we the reader already know, and there was no *time* to establish some other way for barbara to find someone of richard fucking dragons caliber on her own without bruces connections.

but that i guess does bring me to. the other thing i find frustrating re: OYO which is just that it's. 18 pages collected with two other stories, neither of which is memorable... i mean how many other year ones of a heavy hitter like barbara freakin gordon can you think of with less than a single full issue? and batgirl year one had 9 issues (9 mediocre, mediocre issues). i dont think OYO needed that much time (but hey neither did fucking bgyo)... but come on. come on!!!!!!

anyway whatever. oracle sweep

#dc #text #note for the record that like #barbara had already been doing oracle stuff all the way back to suicide squad in like 1988 #and i think the first bop mini was the winter before this came out #but when i say this is the defridging story i hope u still know what i mean.

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butterfly-lies-chase-them-away · 7 months

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Hi there! I hope you are doing well! I really love your writing and saw that your requests were open so could I humbly ask for a gn!Reader X Alfie? They get into some trouble but no one's aware of the fact that reader is actually the most dangerous person in the room.

"You don't know what kind of trouble you've gotten yourself into"

"And you have no idea of who you're fucking with."

I don't know if you want to go a supernatural route with this one or have reader as a very dangerous actor in the world of crime (I really loved The Boogeyman, by the way, the atmosphere you created around it was just *chefs kiss* lovely). But I leave the creative liberties to you. (Please feel no obligation to have to write this though!). Thanks so much ♥️!

Brave Little Protector (Alfie Solomons x Gn!Reader) ONESHOT (Request)

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Pairing: Alfie Solomons x Gn!Reader Soft!Alfie

Word Count: 3025

Warnings: People getting their ass bEAT

Summary: (The request)

A/N: The second I saw this request, I had to write something for it! I love me a good badass!Reader, babes can take care of themself, Alfie's just an accessory B) I decided not to make a supernatural!au cause I'd end up going on a long tangent about it :,) but they a cutie either way. And thank you Anon for the praise for The Boogeyman, I really do appreciate it and everyone else who has commented on my works. Hope you enjoy :P

Alfie Solomons was a notorious figure in the underground world, his reputation as a formidable gang leader extending far and wide through the labyrinthine alleys of Camden Town. To those who understood the intricate workings of the criminal underbelly, the mere mention of his name sent shivers down their spines, a chilling reminder of the ruthless power he wielded.

People from all walks of life, whether they operated within the realms of legality or tiptoed on the fringes of society, couldn't deny the aura of dread that seemed to envelop Alfie's very presence. Those who dared to underestimate or dismiss the gravity of his influence were, in the eyes of many, nothing short of naive fools courting their own demise.

Rarely did audacious souls dare to challenge the formidable Alfie Solomons, but when such attempts did occur, they were recorded as legendary tales whispered in hushed tones throughout the criminal underworld. Those who dared to challenge him often found themselves on a path of inevitable destruction, their folly etching a grim tale into the annals of Camden Town's dark history.

The stories of those who managed to elude Alfie's grasp were often spun with threads of disbelief, their fear of retribution overshadowing any desire to share their harrowing experiences. In Camden Town, the mere notion of crossing paths with Alfie Solomons was enough to strike dread into the hearts of even the most fearless, rendering the very idea unthinkable.

As the icy tendrils of a winter's night clung to the desolate streets, Alfie Solomons, his ageing frame guided by a trusty walking cane, ambled with deliberate steps. The chill in the air seemed to conspire against him, provoking the familiar twinges of sciatica that sometimes plagued him. It was a reminder of his mortality amidst the stark, unforgiving season.

Walking in lockstep beside Alfie was a stark contrast – a much smaller figure, whose steps danced with a lightness and exuberance that seemed to defy the biting chill of the night. A radiant smile adorned their face, and their words tumbled from their lips with an innocence that shimmered like a beacon of hope amidst the darkness of Camden Town.

In the shadow of Alfie's formidable presence, this smaller, seemingly innocent companion stood as a testament to the paradoxes of life. Their very proximity to the notorious and rugged gang leader underscored the unexpected juxtaposition of vulnerability and strength, a reminder that even within the darkest of realms, elements of purity and brightness could still endure.

As Alfie ambled through the frigid night, his piercing gaze descended with an unmistakable warmth upon the young companion, Y/n who strode by his side. The affection that danced in his eyes was a striking contrast to his notorious reputation, a rare glimpse into the complex layers of the man behind the legend.

In the merciless world they navigated, such a connection could be perceived as a vulnerability, an exposed flank for those who knew how to exploit it. But beneath the calculated veneer of the streets, there existed a complex tapestry of loyalties and alliances that transcended the apparent incongruities. Like an arrow aimed straight for the heart, the bond between Alfie and his young companion was an enigma, a target that could confound the presumptions of those who attempted to unravel the mysteries of their relationship.

On the cobblestone pavement outside Alfie's well-worn distillery, Y/n gracefully led the way, a chivalrous gesture as they reached out to open the door. It was an act that spoke of a quiet camaraderie, a dance of respect and familiarity that had developed between them over time.

Their steps carried them across the threshold, neither of them paying heed to the group of shadowy figures huddled across the road. Unseen by Y/n and Alfie, this vigilant assembly of men had stationed themselves with a sense of anticipation, a veiled presence that held secrets and intentions yet to be revealed. The stage was set, the players unaware of the waiting audience, and the looming encounter hung in the air like an unspoken challenge, waiting to unfurl its fateful drama.

“That was such a good film, thank you for taking me Alfie.” Y/n effused with genuine delight, their appreciation evident as they leaned in to press a tender kiss to his cheek.

Alfie's response was a soft, genuine smile that crinkled the corners of his eyes. He gazed affectionately down at Y/n, his voice laced with warmth. “Well I gotta treat my sweetheart, yeah..I’d be a fucking fool not to.” he quipped, the endearment rolling off his tongue with an ease that bespoke a depth of affection that transcended the gritty world they inhabited.

Alfie's distillery had transformed into a sanctuary of affection, momentarily removed from the harsh realities of the world outside. The room was dimly lit, casting a soft, intimate glow as they basked in the afterglow of their cinematic escape.

Y/n's fingers traced a gentle path across Alfie's cheek, their affection evident in the lingering touch. "I appreciate it, Alfie," they replied, their voice a soothing melody that underscored the depth of their gratitude.

Alfie's laughter resonated in the room, a rich and melodious sound that could warm even the coldest of hearts. He cupped Y/n's cheek with a rough, calloused hand, drawing them closer. "My dear, you deserve nothing but the best," he declared with a fervor that bordered on reverence. "And I'm the fortunate one to have you by my side."

In the cocoon of their private moment, the outside world seemed a distant memory, and the connection they shared transcended the constraints of their gritty surroundings.

"Your leg okay? That was quite a walk from the pictures," Y/n inquired, their concern etched in the crease of their brow as they looked to Alfie.

Alfie, his resilience undiminished, offered a reassuring smile. "I'm good, love. Just need a bit of rest with my darling dearest," he replied, his endearment laced with a fondness that tugged at the corners of Y/n's lips, drawing a warm and melodic laugh from them. In this tender exchange, the intricate dance of their connection continued, an unspoken harmony that resonated deeply in their hearts.

"Sounds absolutely perfect," Y/n murmured, their words steeped in affection as they leaned in for another kiss, eager to savor the shared moment of intimacy.

However, their tender exchange was abruptly interrupted by a series of loud, jarring bangs emanating from outside the distillery. The sudden noise shattered the cocoon of their shared affection, its ominous presence casting a shadow over the serene sanctuary they had created. Instinctively, their gazes darted toward the source of the commotion, their bond and sense of unity instantly alert to the ominous intrusion.

With an explosive force, the door to the distillery was sent careening off its hinges, shattering into splinters as a torrent of men surged into the room. The deafening cacophony of their entry shattered the tranquility that had enveloped Alfie and Y/n.

Startled, both Alfie and Y/n instinctively turned their heads toward the source of the thunderous intrusion, their expressions a mix of surprise and apprehension. The unexpected arrival of this hostile horde signaled a sudden and unsettling shift in the quietude that had previously defined their evening, plunging them into a maelstrom of uncertainty and danger.

The leader of this unwelcome intrusion, a towering figure with a sneer etched across his face, stepped forward, his gaze fixed squarely on Alfie and Y/n. "Well, well, what 'ave we got 'ere?" he taunted, his voice dripping with condescension. "The great Alfie Solomons and 'is little sweetheart, out for a romantic evening, are we?"

Alfie's jaw clenched, his eyes narrowing as he assessed the situation. Beside him, Y/n stood with a stoic resolve, a fire smoldering in their gaze.

Unfazed, the leader continued his verbal assault, "You thought you could just prance about like the bloody king of Camden Town, didn't ya? Well, it's time someone brought ya down a peg or two."

"Looks like the old man can't even walk. This game's gonna be a cakewalk," sneered one of the men, his derisive words igniting a chorus of laughter from his companions. The arrogant jeers danced in the air, further taunts poised at Alfie and Y/n.

A steely determination flickered in Alfie's gaze, his jaw set with unwavering resolve. "I may be injured, mate," he retorted, his voice a low, threatening growl. "But it ain't gonna change the fucking outcome."

The room crackled with palpable tension, the standoff between the encroaching aggressors and the defiant pair of Alfie and Y/n poised on the precipice of chaos.

With a predatory glint in his eyes, one of the men leered menacingly at Y/n, a malicious grin twisting his lips. His predatory words were laden with insinuation as he gestured toward Y/n with a disdainful sweep of his hand.

"Oh yeah, what if we have a bit of fun with this pretty little thing?" he taunted, his voice dripping with perverse suggestion.

Alfie's voice, low and filled with an unmistakable menace, sliced through the air like a blade. His eyes, once warm and affectionate, now bore an intensity that could wither the bravest of souls. He fixed a steely glare upon the man who had been leering at Y/n, his words laden with a potent threat that brooked no defiance.

"Don't even fucking look at them," Alfie growled, his tone a chilling warning that hung heavy in the room, daring the man to challenge his unwavering protection of Y/n.

Alfie's restraint was pushed to its limits, his knuckles white from the intensity of his grip on his walking cane. Y/n, though, stood resolute, their countenance unwavering, a storm of defiance and readiness brewing within their gaze. The room crackled with a dangerous electricity, each passing moment a taut string stretched to its breaking point, as the battle of wills and the impending confrontation hung heavy in the air.

"What you gonna do about it, old man?" The thug sneered, his lips curling into a menacing grin as he towered over Alfie.

Y/n cast a swift, purposeful glance back at Alfie, their head tilting ever so slightly. With a subtle shake of their head, they signaled for him to hold his ground, their unspoken message clear in its intent. It was a silent plea for Alfie to stay put and let them handle the imminent threat, a testament to the trust and unity that defined their partnership in such dire moments.

Alfie, though filled with a burning desire to defend, knew that in this tense situation, Y/n's strategic decision was both prudent and necessary. He reluctantly nodded in reluctant agreement, bracing himself for the unfolding storm, while Y/n took the forefront in a bid to protect and confront the encroaching danger.

Alfie then displayed an air of unaffected composure as he slowly pivoted away from the confrontational thug. With measured steps, he navigated toward his favourite armchair, its plush upholstery a stark contrast to the tense atmosphere in the room. Leaning on his cane for support, he took a seat in the armchair with a graceful ease that seemed to defy his years.

"Nothin’," Alfie replied with a quiet, determined tone, his eyes unwavering in their gaze. The group of men erupted in a chorus of mocking laughter, casting disdainful glances toward Alfie.

As the tension in the room thickened, one of the men took a step forward, encroaching into Y/n's personal space with an audacious display of aggression. His movements were purposeful, and his presence loomed like a dark shadow, a palpable threat that demanded attention in the charged atmosphere.

"Look at that, not even gonna defend you! You don't know what kind of trouble you've gotten yourself into," they taunted, their voices dripping with malice as they addressed Y/n.

Y/n's response was swift and intense, spoken with a fierce determination that echoed through the room. "And you have absolutely no idea who you're dealing with," they retorted, their eyes flashing with a mixture of defiance and readiness.

Before anyone in the room could react, Y/n sprang into action. Their fist cut through the air with a precision that caught everyone by surprise. The punch connected with the thug's face, producing a resounding crack as it landed. The perpetrator was sent tumbling backwards, crashing to the ground with an audible thud, his overconfidence shattered by the unexpected and powerful blow delivered by Y/n. The room fell silent, save for the groans of the fallen thug, and the tension hung heavy in the air as the consequences of underestimating Y/n became painfully clear.

Surprise rippled through the other men like an electric current as they hastily raised their firearms, their eyes widening in alarm. However, Y/n's reflexes were quicker than their adversaries could anticipate. In a swift, fluid motion, Y/n snatched up a nearby bottle of rum, the glint of desperation and determination in their eyes.

With precise accuracy, they hurled the bottle directly at the man's outstretched hand, the shattering impact resonating through the room. A sharp cry of pain filled the air as the bottle struck its target, causing the armed man to crumple in agony. The firearm slipped from his grasp, clattering to the floor in a cacophony of clinks and thuds. Y/n's decisive action left a stunned silence in its wake, the other men left momentarily disoriented, their well-laid plans unravelling before their eyes.

With a lightning-quick movement, Y/n seized the fallen firearm, their fingers closing around its cool metal frame with practised ease. Without hesitation, they aimed the weapon, the room bathed in a tense, anticipatory silence.

A sharp, echoing report reverberated through the room as Y/n's first shot pierced the air, striking the first man's knees. A guttural cry of pain filled the space, his legs buckling beneath him as he collapsed to the ground, writhing in agony.

With calculated precision, Y/n turned their focus to the remaining men. One after another, they pulled the trigger, each gunshot punctuating the air with a resounding crack. Knees buckled and cries of pain rang out as each man's mobility was abruptly compromised. The room descended into chaos, as the once-vainglorious group of thugs now found themselves on the receiving end of their own malevolence, their domination overturned by Y/n's relentless resolve.

As the room filled with the cacophony of agonized moans, Y/n's determination remained unwavering. They stepped forward with deliberate purpose, ensuring that none of the men would pose any further threat. Kicking the firearms scattered around the fallen assailants, Y/n sent the weapons skittering across the floor, the metallic clatter serving as a stark reminder of the once-potent danger they represented.

Each gun was systematically nudged beyond the men's reach, ensuring that there would be no opportunity for them to regain their footing and make any attempts at retaliation. The room, once charged with hostility, was now a scene of retribution and defence, Y/n's actions a resolute testament to their commitment to protecting both themselves and Alfie from further harm.

“We’re done here, yeah?” Y/n asked, their voice tinged with a sense of authority and finality.

The men on the ground were consumed by the overwhelming pain coursing through their battered bodies, rendering them incapable of providing any coherent response. With an air of purpose, Y/n lowered their firearm to the floor, a symbolic gesture of de-escalation.

Y/n then proceeded to seize a couple of the men by their collars, their determination undeterred. With Herculean effort, they dragged the incapacitated assailants out of the dimly lit distillery one by one, the gritty ground marking their path. It took several strenuous trips to remove all the wounded men, a silent testament to Y/n's unwavering resolve to ensure their incapacitation.

Amidst the turmoil and the rearranging of the scene, Alfie remained seated in his cherished armchair, a serene smile gracing his lips as he observed the events unfolding before him. In his aged eyes, a sense of satisfaction gleamed, knowing that the indomitable spirit of Y/n had safeguarded both their well-being and his own.

Locking up the distillery door with a resounding click, Y/n's gaze returned to Alfie. The enigmatic smile that graced their features bore a subtle, almost innocent quality, belying the fierce determination that had manifested moments before. In that fleeting moment, an unspoken understanding passed between them – a partnership solidified through shared challenges, and a newfound respect forged in the crucible of adversity.

Alfie's hearty laughter filled the room, a warm and reassuring sound that resonated through the distillery's dimly lit space. His eyes sparkled with an appreciative twinkle.

"Come here, my brave little protector," Alfie beckoned, his voice tinged with both affection and admiration.

Y/n, ever attentive, gracefully moved closer to Alfie. With a practised gentleness, Alfie reached out and took their hand, fingers intertwining in a wordless connection. Slowly, he drew Y/n toward him until their lips met in a passionate and tender kiss. In that shared moment, amidst the aftermath of turmoil and conflict, their bond grew stronger, solidified by an unspoken understanding of the challenges they faced together.

"I'd never let anyone hurt us, Alfie," Y/n reassured, settling on the arm of the chair, their gaze unwavering as they looked down at Alfie, a protective resolve burning in their eyes. The sincerity in their voice was palpable, a fierce promise to shield and safeguard.

A small, appreciative smile played on Alfie's lips as he met Y/n's gaze. "I know you won't, darling," he affirmed, the tenderness in his voice underscoring the trust he had in their bond. "But if you’re ever in trouble, always come find me, yeah?"

Y/n leaned down, their lips meeting Alfie's in a tender kiss, sealing the pact with a shared moment of intimacy. "Always, Alfie," they whispered a vow in the midst of uncertainty, a testament to the strength of their connection, even in the face of impending danger.

- A/N: I've probably never written something fast before, but I was just so invested that I cracked it out immediately 💀 But I hope you enjoyed it, Thank you Anon for requesting this, I enjoyed writing it and look forward to writing more. :)

#fanfic #alfie solomons #alfie solomons fanfic #alfie solomons x reader #alfie solomons imagine #peaky blinders alfie solomons #peaky blinder fanfic #peaky blinders #peaky blinder imagine

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tracobuttons · 6 months

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Man, the juxtaposition between Mark saying how he’s both using the time given to him and losing track of it in the ‘Death Remembers’ upload is just *chef’s kisses*

#markiplier #unus annus

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foundfamilywhump · 6 months

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What's your favorite thing about found family whump? 👀

-- @whumperofworlds

oOOOOOOOH GOSH LET ME LIST A FEW thank you, i love to talk about found family whump it is everything 2 me (clearly)

the inclusion of different people gives so many possibilities for how badly things go, it's like. you get to directly whump one or more people but everyone in their found family by proxy. the ripple effects are just. chef kiss.

the character dynamics on the whole, you get to explore so much. do people have understood roles with each other (nobody come @ me about Replicating The Nuclear Family Blah Blah that's not what i'm talking about, i'm talking about like. you see yourself as The One Who Keeps Everyone Safe, you see yourself as The One Who Makes Plans And Keeps Calm, you see yourself as The One Who Helps Everyone Stay Happy, etc) that are disrupted/threatened by a traumatic event?

the potential for Backstory. with a found family it's like okay, so where is your family of origin, then? SO MUCH on the table for angst and pre-existing trauma in that. do they come from a background of loss? abuse? etc? and if they don't, if they had or have a happy family there's that juxtaposition, that looking around and realizing their friend/teammate didn't, and maybe the whump is the first time they truly realize it, truly understand or connect the dots.

you just get all the good tropes in there y'know, characters used against each other, hiding injuries/trauma to prevent involving another character or scaring them, the miscommunication and misunderstanding often involved in early day found family dynamics or when someone is insecure about their place, the big damn heroes rescue scenes, OUGH, feels good. what DON'T i love about found family whump tbh.

#gav gab #whump #whump tropes #THANK YOU FOR THE OPPORTUNITY TO TALK ABT THIS #IT IS MY FAVE THING #whumperofworlds

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merakiui · 6 months

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aaaaaah, this is so late but! wowza, your latest rollo fic. i was perplexed, like, how could your brain came with such banger ideas and symbolisms?? (not restricted only for your rollo fic but for all of your fics, that rook one also tho.. chefs kiss)

:O thank you so much!!!!!!!! Rollo activates the part of my brain that works in overdrive when I need to get something done. I wrote the fic and its symbolisms so quickly after looking through Bible verses on obsession/lust. There is just so much inspiration and opportunity for religious symbolism with Rollo!!!

✧ the bible verse about lust and temptation being evil and thus giving birth to death - it's a juxtaposition to what Rollo's doing in the fic: knocking you up when you're most fertile. So then if (by the bible's standards) lust gives birth to death, it will seem so when Reader inevitably falls pregnant (as she didn't want to get pregnant in the first place), but for Rollo this is the beginning of life and all great things. So from his perspective, his lust is giving birth to happiness and fulfillment, but for Reader it causes her immense grief.

✧ the number three (i.e. Rollo doing things in threes like answering on the third ring or knocking thrice) - symbolic of divine harmony and wholeness.

✧ the crow - a representation of death, destruction, and grief in the bible.

✧ the goat - often a symbol to represent satan/the devil. However, goats (and lambs) are often used in animal sacrifices, whether to appease the divine or darker forces.

✧ the winter weather - oftentimes, we associate death and gloom with winter because plant life shrivels, animals hibernate, and it becomes deathly cold and quiet. Yet the friendship Rollo and Reader have is so very warm and wonderful. It's also a fitting backdrop to mirror/contrast their dispositions: Reader is a warmer, happier force that balances Rollo's colder, darker force.

✧ Reader wearing all black (lipstick, dress) vs. Rollo's white (hair, pale skin) - the classic contrast of black (darkness) with white (purity), only the roles are swapped. Rollo thinks you're filthy because you drink and party and allow yourself to be led by your own temptations, while you think he's "pure" because he's been nothing but sweet and friendly to you. This reverses by the end of the story.

✧ wolf in sheep's clothing reference - this is just canon Rollo. He acts kind and cordial, but there's always more hiding beneath the veneer he curates.

✧ cat and mouse in partnership reference - the moral of this fairy tale is that cats and mice are natural enemies who will not change even if put in a dire situation. Though he will forever and always be sweet to you, it won't change the fact that he does (and will continue to do) terrible things.

✧ the orange that's part of Reader's breakfast at the end - sometimes a symbol of fertility and prosperity.

Aaaaaa forgive me for rambling about symbolism!!! orz I'm very happy you can enjoy the symbolism in my Rollo story and other stories as well!!!!! ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡) the Rook story is one of my favorites I've ever written because it's just so dark and Rook is so horrifying in that kind of plot. I'd like to write darker stories with Rollo as well!! There are plenty of ideas and concepts stored within my drafts..... >:)

#sweet messages #rollo saying you're a beautiful woman in french.......... he's SO FINE. >:( i hope to write him speaking more french in fics

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The fact that people have actually been cynical towards the fallout show on Amazon prime for many years because “BethEsDa SuCkS” and “aLl AdAptAtIoNs fAiL” just for the show to turn out to be critically acclaimed AND beloved by most fans… I’ve dreamed of times like this. Just the juxtaposition between the latest Fallout games being constantly panned by gamers to its show adaptation being praised by the creator himself.. chefs kiss.

#yes I’m still bitter over neckbeards being condescending towards me for my excitement #fallout #fallout show #fallout amazon prime

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dipplinduo · 3 months

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Just got done reading Chapter 11 and in the words of Juliana, “Ho-oly shit, Applin Dipplin.

The Pokemon battle between Crispin and Juliana *chefs kiss 🤌*

✨parent lore✨

The Applins in the POVs (we love a good juxtaposition)

He’s a fire breathing dragon lol

ATTICUS 🥺

LATIN

Anyways onto Chapter 12 🫡

"Holy Dipplin" LOL I AM GLAD YOU LIKED BATTLE SCENE BECAUSE I DISLIKED WRITING IT AND WANTED IT TO BE INTERESTING TO SOMEONE LIKE ME WHO DOESN'T CARE FOR THEMMMMMM Parent lore is parent loreing

I am so hype applin lore is peaking right about now LOL

LATIN

HAVE FUN!!

#my fics #dipplinshipping #kieran pokemon #kieran x juliana pokemon #juliana x kieran pokemon #juliana pokemon #kieran x juliana #juliana x kieran

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amphibious-thing · 2 years

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I think the thing about historical accuracy in historical fiction for me is less is this accurate and more is this misleading. Like I love anachronisms played for humour. I watched Six recently and my favourite line is probably “Got gold chains, Symbolic of my faith to the higher power, In the fast lane, My horses can trot up to 12 miles an hour” because the juxtaposition between of the modern and historical just amuses me, its simple sure but I love it. OFMD does this a lot where like Ed looks like a 1980′s leather daddy even tho its 1717 and honestly just chefs kiss 10/10 A+ fantastic consuming decision. But I HATE The Duchess with a passion because its misleading. I see people all the time who genuinely think its an accurate representation of her life, when it isn’t and this is largely because it presents itself as a super serious biopic. And things like how corsets are often presented in historical fiction is annoying because again people think it’s accurate. Historical fiction is still fiction, it doesn't need to be 100% accurate but it shouldn’t be misleading.

#historical fiction #six the musical #our flag means death #the duchess

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augustusaugustus · 2 months

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10.135 The Melting Pot

LOXTON: Scandal, isn’t it, lack of creche facilities for house breakers?

DEREK: Don’t want you to throw your teddies in the corner, just because I’ve had greatness thrust upon me.

It's so obvious that Tom Butcher is as good with kids as his alter ego is, because all the ones on the show clearly adore him.

CONWAY: What the bloody hell do you think you’re doing? MONROE: The spare bedroom.

Ummmm?

The perfect comedy episode for Derek’s first day in the top job. Steve + kids is always adorable, and the juxtaposition of the top brass & the PCs at their respective drunken social events is just *chef’s kiss*

#the bill #andrew monroe #steve loxton #reg hollis #jack meadows #derek conway #dave quinnan #june ackland #philip cato #charles brownlow #ray steele #the bill: series 10 #the bill: 1994 #the bill: episode: the melting pot #the bill: slash goggles #dave quinnan/steve loxton

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Anne-Jeanne Theoxanne du Bocquale is a time traveling adopted daughter of Lukadrien Adrienette

This is the first of my crack theories I've decided to tackle, is very much a major crack theory.

I have no actual proof of anything, except that:

According to this now deleted interview that can be read via Internet Archive, Wilfried Pain tells a fan that there would be a new character from the future.

The Fandom Wiki seems to think this interview is discussing season 5, but after some back and forth with a mutual, we've come to the conclusion that it's actually discussing season 4, which just so happens to be the season that Anne-Jeanne is introduced.

I've seen multiple posts of people noticing that she has quite a bit more detail than you'd expect for a small side character. She doesn't look out of place at all next to our main girl Maribug, which you can't say for a lot of the designs of minor characters.

She was slotted to be a teacher to the kids in season 5, but apparently that was scrapped. Perhaps she'll be a teacher in the new school for season 6?

As for being Lukadrien's Adrienette's daughter...

The fandom wiki claims that the vision of a T-Rex Ladybug sees in the Burrow during Chat Blanc is foreshadowing of Anne-Jeanne's existence. I'm a bit skeptical on this, but Anne-Jeanne would have needed to somehow get DNA in order to bring the T-Rexes back to life, and in Time Tagger adult Bunnyx has a pet T-Rex named Denver.

Anne-Jeane is officially introduced in season 4's Hack-San, an episode that irrevocably fractures the LadyNoir partnership.

She shows up again in Rocketear, another episode that kicks LadyNoir while it's down. (After wrangling her T-Rexes, she says she's not really sure what to do with them, and wonders if it was really a good idea to bring them back to life... Kind of an ominous statement for a show where the deuteragonist is a boy born of magic, and whose creation caused the events of literally everything in the show.)

She has a short mention in Jubilation, where her T-Rex pigeon hybrids escape and go on a rampage. Nadja Chamack asks if she has gone too far with her science creations? Another ominous statement.

It's important to note, that Ladybug accidentally wears her friend's Alliance ring while capturing the hybrid dinosaurs, and thus, gets her friend who has been pretending to be Ladybug in hot water for possibly actually being Ladybug. It's interesting that Monarque doesn't even know Socqueline was impersonating a hero, he just sees her name in the Alliance alerts and goes after her. Of course Maribug thinks it's because she's been cosplaying being a hero and Monarque found out!

Anyway, I want to make a point that the dream sequence in Jubilation is very odd. It doesn't read to me as anything other than a child's idea of what love and marriage is. For one, both French citizens and foreigners need an entire forest of identification documentation, and they need to be married at a town hall in order to be legally binding. Only then can a religious ceremony take place. Obviously Ladybug and Chat Noir cannot do that, so they are only symbolically married at a church. The babies the couple are, for lack of better words, in possession of are inanimate dolls. There's a strange haze around the entirety of the dream sequence, just like the strange haze of the season 5 finale.

One of these days I'll do a line by line rundown of the Jubilation dream sequence, but that isn't the point I'm trying to make here. The point is this: the juxtaposition of Anne-Jeanne, the actual future daughter being the catalyst for whatever the hell Jubilation was, would be *chefs kiss* excellent storytelling.

FINALLY we have the final episode of season 5: Re-Creation. Anne-Jeanne makes a cameo in an interview where she gives an ominous message:

"We all remember the worldwide nightmare epidemic followed by the victory of Ladybug over Monarch...and how the swarm of magic ladybugs swarmed the planet to repair everything and free us. This even raised global awareness. We humans have accomplished incredible things throughout history. But still, we often fall victim to our emotions, because no one teaches us how to understand or deal with them... If we don't listen to what our fears, sadness or anger are trying to tell us—

Alya turns off the monitor, and the audience doesn't hear the lesson Anne-Jeanne is trying to convey. Gabemoth had taken advantage of negative emotions in order to akumatize his victims. Presumably, future Lilamoth will do the same.

The Paris special made it very clear that our universe Adrien is just distracting himself from his grief. Bottling up and ignoring doesn't do any good. He can avoid his hurt all he wants, but it's not getting to the core issue. He needs to address his emotions in order to heal.

More propaganda!

Anne-Jeanne's dress has moonflowers on it! Guess who loves flowers and has a lot of baggage concerning the moon! Yes, that's right, our boy Adrichat! Once again, Adrien being represented by the moon is a post for another day, BUT I DIGRESS.

Plagg is the reason the dinosaurs are extinct, and has a very particular grudge against T-Rexes in particular. Well, AnneJeanne brought the T-Rexes back to life!

More of a "Lukadrien's daughter headcanon", but I think Anne-Jeanne would be using a fake name if she's actually time traveling. I like the name Aurora because Luka's hero name Viperion is based off of Hyperion, the father of the dawn who was named Eos. Eos' Roman name is Aurora. Funnily enough, I checked the Luka Couffaine tag tonight and someone else thought his daughter would be named Aurora. I promise it was just a coincidence we both came up with this name! It also sticks to the Couffaine naming tradition of ending in "A", so it's still a pun on the French acouphène :D

#miraculous ladybug #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #cat noir #chat noir #miraculous ladybug season 6 #luka couffaine #anne-jeanne theoxanne du bocquale #miraculous ladybug theory #mlb theory #ml theory #meta #love square #ladynoir #adrinette #adrienette #lukadrien

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