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the-fiction-witch · 4 months

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Character Samuel Brawne

Couple Samuel X Reader

Rating CUTE

I ran down the stairs and found my mother working in the kitchen,

"Mother!"

"Yes, samuel?" she asked,

"Look what Toots did to my book!" I complained and showed her my book covered in drawings and doodles by my little sister,

"Ohh dear, that's a shame," she said,

"a shame! Mother! I waited six months for this book to arrive! I saved my money for a year for it!"

"Alright, alright, I'll give you some money and you can go into town to the bookstore to replace it."

"Really?"

"Yes, take the money from the cookie jar and head off, just be back in time for tea."

"Thank you, Mother," I smiled hugging her, I ran to the cookie jar and grabbed the money.

I hurried through the house, I grabbed my coat and hat from the door, I headed out and off into town, I avoided people and got to the little bookstore.

I pushed the door open immediately relaxing as I smelt the sweet scent of books and burnt oak wood, the books lined the sweet blue shelves. I headed in and searched the shelves looking for a replacement for my book.

"Good Afternoon," A voice caused me to perk up, I looked to the counter and saw a sweet girl in a gorgeous cream dress with a long braid down her shoulder, she worked with a pile of books she wrapped them with twine and wrote little price tags for each of them.

"Ohh Afternoon," I smiled as I did my best not to blush at the sight of such a beautiful girl, "I uhh I'm sorry I've not seen you here before,"

"New to town, and new to the store." She chuckled, "Miss Y/n Y/l/n,"

"Pleasure to meet you Miss Y/l/n,"

"And you are?"

"Mr Brawne,"

"Pleasure to meet you too sir,"

"Are uhh are you liking it here?"

"So far yes, we moved into the little house by the river,"

"Ohh that's such a lovely house, you'll love the spring views there," I told her,

"I'm sure I will,"

"I uhh We live up in the house by the woods,"

"Ohh really, that's such a beautiful house it must be so nice even in this rainy weather,"

"It is that's true,"

"So? How can I help you sir?" She smiled,

"Of course yes," I nodded, "I need a replacement book,"

"A replacement?"

"Yes, My sister got hold of my book and... drew all over it."

"Ohh noo! I'm so sorry to hear about that sir," She said, "Well hopefully I can help you find a replacement."

"I do hope so, I waited so long for it, paid all my money for it as soon as I knew it was being released, but hopefully I can replace it, Mary Shelley Frankenstein."

"Ahh a wonderful read, I waited around for it too." She giggled, "I have had a few of them but most hand sold."

"They have!"

"I should have one more I think, give me a moment Sir," She said as she went into the back of her shop cluttering and clattering around, "Ahh! here we are." She smiled as she came back with the book in hand,

"Perfect,"

"The last one in the shop," She smiled, "That'll be six pounds."

"Si-six?"

"Yes sir,"

"Ohh... I uhh I only have four,"

"Oh, I'm so sorry, if you like I can hold it for you until you can pay for it?"

"No, no it's alright I uhh I don't know how long it'll be I'll just come back when I have the money and hope you have it,"

"...Ohh, alright then sir, I'm so sorry I couldn't be more help."

"That's alright not your fault, have a nice day Miss Y/l/n,"

"I will do, try to have a nice day yourself, Mr Brawne,"

I nodded and headed home through the rain, I felt awful at not being able to replace my book but still, I was happy I got to meet Miss Y/l/n, I helped my mother with dinner returning the money to the cookie jar, I sat silently at dinner and then by the fire afterwards watching the dark rain out thew window. I felt so sad but also so sweet, I heard a knock on the front door so I went and got it while my sisters and mother did their usual business.

I got up and went to the door opening it up unsure who to expect but I saw no one, I glanced down to the doorstep and saw a copy of Frankenstein on the doorstep with a sweet cream ribbon and bow, My heart jumped with joy to see it I quickly picked it up clutching it to my chest to keep it from the rain, I looked trying to see who left it and I caught the view of Miss Y/l/n just mounting her bike, she waved so I happily waved back, before she headed off down the road.

I went inside and took my book back sitting by the fire as I undid the sweet bow opening it to find a small card inside,

"I hope you enjoy, Mr Brawne,

Perhaps you can pop into the shop tomorrow and we can chat about the book,

X Miss Y/n Y/l/n,"

I blushed hard and pulled the book close to my chest giving the spine a little kiss, "I'd be delighted too," I muttered,

#thomasbrodiesangster #tbs imagine #tbs imagines #thomas sangster #thomas sangster imagine #thomas brodie sangster imagine #thomas brodie sangster smut #thomas brodie sangster #tbs #tbs smut #bright star #samuelbrawne #samuel imagine

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sweetbubblies · 2 years

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Gassy Centaur OC : Another friend of Bo

I was meaning to this a while a go but I’m finally getting around to it - His name is Golden Thunder, but most simply call him Thunder and occasionally

- Former show horse, getting attention for both his beauty and brawns, so he’s still a little bit of a diva even if he’s retired -Lovely shiny creamy golden coat and tail, with a very formattable height of nearly 20 hands high - Largely spends most of the day grazing out on the pasture or getting brushed by tourist to the farms

- Very gassy but doesn't like farting around others, so you can hear him stinking up his stall with gas all night, leaving a big pile of horse manure for the farm hands to find - Despite not wanting to do it front of the audience, loves the relief of farting and pooping so will shamelessly rip and dump when alone (or thinks he is) - Loud warm farts with heavy gas that really hangs in the air -If Thunder lets one slip around himself else he’ll deny he farted all together, folding his arms and looking away (maybe letting out another toot) - Like Bo loves to be spoiled by treat, sugar cubes,and sweet red wine when he get some. On that note; Thunder farts and poops shamelessly when he’s drunk

#Bo the gassy cowboi #Tails from Southgale Farm

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justafriendofxanders · 4 months

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wanna be clear i'm not trying to toot anybody's horn for 'queer rep' here. i'm just weirdly fascinated by straight men who have been ostracized in some way (ie. having nerdy or unconventional interests, identifying with their heart/head rather than brawn or traditional masculinity) and how they relate to queerness. often it comes out in the "open-mindedness" or "not bigoted" rhetoric which is, imo, another flavor of the 2000s/2010s enlightened atheism trend where social conservatism = lack of intelligence and intelligence = masculinity (or its substitute). anyway this is not a callout post or whatever. just observations

#another kind is straight male actor who frequently plays gay men #ANOTHER flavor is the observation that the macho sports stuff involves a lot of tights and touching #oh and also the dude who started reading lesbian separatist manifestos and developed what i can only describe as internalized misandry

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beatnicksellar · 2 years

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DIY

Partnerships sink in the sea Egos end a successful spree Hand grips loosen over time Before it becomes true crime All the fallen angel investors Picking bones of benefactors Brains and brawn part ways Kicked out as the band plays A solo album on the top shelf An ethos of doing-it-yourself Reliance is a virtue to avoid Silver linings of the schizoid Too many cooks in a kitchen Chefs with their own opinion Perverting the purity of work Blow it up like Howard Roark Support ‘zines on a bookshelf So learn how to do-it-yourself Time to toot that diffident fife “Book Your Own Fuckin' Life”

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hotwings0203 · 3 years

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I JUST SAW FIGHT CLUB AND HOOOLLYYY-

Bro could you IMAGINE FightClub!Bakugo?

Tw:noncon, language, harassment

Okay okay get this: you’re down in the basement listening to the usual men holler and punch each other around while you do your job as their cute little “accountant”. While many of them have good jobs and a real life, the actual members don’t have time or the intellect to juggle the numbers and money around as fast as you can. You’ve been coming here for a while now, and you’re used to the jeers and wolf-whistles coming your way since you’re basically one of the few or only women who dare to come down here.

But there’s one fighter who just can’t seem to take no for an answer.

Bakugo fucking Katsuki.

The man is ruthless, he’s relentless, he’s a force to be reckoned with on the battlefield. You swear he’s had to have taken a shitload of steroids in his youth, otherwise how else could he have built up that much muscle? There’s no way an average gym-goer has that kinda build.

He’s always the first and the last one out in the rink, swaying back and forth with his fists up, a twisted grin on his face that was so reminiscent of a wolf before it lunges for its prey.

It usually took more than two men to pull him off the unconscious bodies that he had just beaten to a pulp, effectively breaking one of Fight Clubs Rules: get up when someone is down.

But he’s too good to let go, no one has the balls to tell him to take his money somewhere else since they’re all scared shitless of him.

Which leads him to believing that he’s practically a god down here, that he can conquer anything: including you.

No one really calls it harassment because no one really cares. What’s so wrong in a guy having a little crush? What, you came down here seeing all this testosterone but you can’t deal with it yourself? Don’t be a prudish bitch.

“Bakugo, I’m at work right now, I don’t want to.”

“C’mon toots, this ain’t even real work, you’re just fumblin’ my hard earned cash.” He grins slyly and crosses his bulging muscular arms, leaning against the doorway of the little office you’re given to work your magic.

You turn in your rickety seat and glare at him, ignoring the way he licks his lips and lets his eyes roam all over your body. “If I’m so shit at my work then go somewhere else and stop bothering me.”

He chuckles in his baritone voice and shakes his head at you. “Naw, can’t do that sweets. If I did then I’d never be able to see your pretty face again now, could I?” Bakugo leers at you and you turn your face in disgust.

“I don’t wanna go out for lunch, or ever with you. Now get out before I have to call someone in here.”

“Oh, is that so?” He uncrosses his arms and steps through the threshold, his body growing larger and more menacing as he slowly draws closer to you. Luckily a fight had broken out near the office months ago so there was no more door from the aftereffects, but that didn’t mean you felt safe even with open space.

“G-get out. I’m serious, Bakugo-“

“-Call me Katsuki, angel. And you don’t really mean that, do you? Look at you, you can barely look me in the eye when you say such mean things.” His voice drops an octave as he comes to stand in front of your seated form, towering above your wide eyes, clenched fists and trembling figure.

He leans down and you flinch and gasp as his breath ghosts over your face. He places both arms on either side of your chair so you have nowhere to look but him.

“You’re such a nice breath of fresh hair down here, through all the blood and violence. You’re like a flower...” he tucks a stray hair behind your ear and breaths out a laugh when you turn your head and squeeze your eyes shut.

“A flower, so fragile...a flower that smells so fucking good...” you feel like you can’t properly breathe as he leans in next to your ear and inhales deeply.

“A flower waiting to be deflowered herself.”

“What’s going on here?” A lanky body in the doorway appears.

Bakugo pulls back and turns his head ever so slightly towards the dude, growling under his breath at the interruption.

“We’re in the middle of something here, so you can just get the fuck ou-“

“-Well, it doesn’t really look like she’s into whatever you’re doing,” the man scoffs and takes in your pale face and shaking hands.

Bakugo stands to his fullest height, almost neck and neck with the man at the door.

“Yeah? I didn’t hear a complaint from her.” He cocks his head and stretches, allowing his muscles to ripple with each movement, something that didn’t go unseen by your much skinnier savior.

But he doesn’t back down. He only swallows and rubs the back of his neck.

“Well, we’re all being called out to put our bets in for the next match anyways, so you better come out before we get our asses kicked.”

The blond grumbles about weak men and no balls, then casts a dark look at your frozen figure before shouldering past the man at the door, almost knocking him down.

As soon as he’s out of your line of vision, you exhale and relax into your seat.

“You okay?” The fallen soldier scrambles back up and cautiously approaches you, looking over your body in a way that didn’t remind you of Bakugo undressing you with his eyes...rather, it was a protective, and worried once-over.

“Yeah, he’s just...a lot to handle sometimes. Doesn’t know when to quit.” You laugh shakily and run a hand through your hair.

“No wonder the dude’s a menace. He’s used to getting what he wants, I guess.” The man acknowledges this grimly, and for the first time you’re relieved that finally someone hasn’t turned a blind eye to your harassment.

“Are they really calling us down for bets?”

“No, I just said that to get him off your ass. Didn’t seem like you liked whatever he was doing.”

You give him a wobbly smile and he returns it.

“Sooo we should probably run before he comes back up here, right?”

“Oh most definitely,” you actually giggle before leaping out of your seat and joining the man to bound up the steps two at a time to freedom.

You both end up bonding pretty well over the weeks, even going out for coffee and lunch dates here and there. You’ve come to really like him, his shyer demeanor more than a majority of the ragtag men down in the basements, his chivalry refreshing to you amongst the blood and foul language thrown around the ring.

You feel like a woman with him, not some piece of ass like you were used to.

Bakugo noticed all this, of course. You started avidly avoiding him, ducking your head down and hiding behind your new ally before he could open his coarse mouth and stalk towards you. He couldn’t find you in your dingy office anymore either, because your savior was up in a cafe doing the calculations with you, laughing away about the latest matches.

That has to change. Effective immediately.

“Yo, newbie. How you been? Haven’t seen you fightin’ here for a while,” Bakugo claps his meaty hand on the scrawny guy’s back, nearing sending him toppling over.

“Yeah, y’know, just haven’t been feeling it lately.” He rubs the stinging feeling away from his sore shoulders and side eyes the blond suspiciously. He had seen firsthand just how bad-news of a guy he was, and he didn’t wanna get caught up in all that.

But Katsuki wasn’t just all brawn. He had some brains, too.

“Look, I know I prolly gave off a weird first impression with Y/N back then. But it’s all in good health, ‘was just messin’ around like I always do.”

“Yeah, sure...”

“How ‘bout we get some coffee or somethin’? You seem like a solid dude, plus we got shit in common to talk about.”

Like fucking around with my bitch.

“Uh, you sure? I kinda’ wanted to see the last fight,” he trails off unsuredly, scratching his jaw as Katsuki steers him away from the growing crowd.

“There’ll always be fights, man. I wanna show you that I’m a nice guy.”

Bakugo Katsuki was not a nice guy.

And everyone knew that too, which is why when some shifted to give the duo a curious glance he met them with a death glare. Any gazes locked on Katsuki’s hand wrapped around the lanky guy’s shoulders were immediately casted down.

You didn’t see your savior for a while.

It had been two weeks since he mysteriously disappeared from his usual place in the outskirts of the crowd, because unbeknownst to you, a certain fighter was keeping him away from you and convincing him to have a friendly brawl over lunch.

You only found out about it on a Friday night, when a crowd much bigger than before was gathered in the dim basement, voices hushed and whispering.

“What’s going on? Why’s everyone so quiet?” You whisper to one of the usuals.

“‘Heard Bakugo’s fighting some dude that was handpicked by himself. He somehow managed to convince the poor bastard to have some kinda’ match with him.”

You felt your heart sinking.

“Who did he pick?”

“‘Dunno, some skinny guy, a newbie I think. Hasn’t been around for too long so I guess he doesn’t know how big of a monster he’s gonna be beaten by.” The groupie shrugged, and you felt the blood drain from your face.

Without saying another word, you spun around and started running around all over the place looking for either of the two.

You end up stumbling into the men’s bathroom, desperate beyond salvation to stop this bloodbath.

He’s there, he’s at the urinal and he yelps when he hears you barge in. You avert your eyes and let his adjust himself as he sputters indignantly.

“Y/N? What’re you doing in here? This is a men’s-“

“Don’t fight him.”

“What?”

“Don’t fight Bakugo, please, he’s gonna kill you, I know he is-“

“-Calm down, what’re you so worked up about? C’mon, I would’ve thought you’d had a little bit more faith in me to be able to stand my ground.” He teases you but you don’t find it funny, on the contrary you’re terrified out of your mind for his life.

“Did he put you up to this? How could you fight him, you’ve seen what he does to the other guys in the ring!”

“Well yeah, but he knows not to go that hard on me. Actually, he’s not that bad of a guy, we’ve gotten some drinks for the past two weeks and I was wrong about him.”

You gape at him. “Wrong? You saw how he cornered me that one day!”

He shrugs, not put off by the distant memory. “The guy just came back from a fight, he still had testosterone going through him. You can’t blame him for wanting to let a bit of it out, right? You should really give him a chance y’know, he talks about you all the t-“

But you can’t hear anymore, this is madness, there’s barely 10 minutes left until they’re going to call the two down for their death match. You need to find the source of this problem firsthand.

And somehow, a little voice inside your head tells you exactly where you know he is.

You round the corner to your office and there he is in all his glory, seated like a king on your chair, leaned back with his knees spread, carelessly looking through your bank statements and bet papers.

He barely looks at you as he says, “Oh there you are, I was starting to think you’d miss the show.”

You sink to your knees.

He looks up at that.

With a tight chest and burning eyes, your dry throat barely permits you to choke out, “Bak-Katsuki, please, please don’t do this. Please don’t fight him.”

He cracks his neck and leans forward, regarding you with dark vermilion eyes. He looks your position over appreciatively before speaking.

“Why not? He’s so good and great isn’t he? I’m just trying to show you how right you were, after all. I’m sure he’s got a fair chance of beating me.”

You shake your head vigorously, knowing what he’s playing at.

“No, no, you’re better, please. I was wrong about him, I shouldn’t have been friends with him, please don’t fight him Katsuki I’ll do anything-“

“-Oh you’ll do anything I say regardless of if I beat him to a bloody pulp or not. You wanna know why?”

You can barely contain a whimper as he stands and walks over right in front of you, his bulging crotch mere inches away from your face.

He suddenly grabs your hair and you cry out before he yanks your head up to meet his cold eyes.

“Because no one in here is gonna say shit to me. I run things here, toots. And if you want your little boy toy to live through today, you’re gonna watch every blow I give to him, and you’re gonna kiss the fucking knuckles I beat his face with. Got that?”

You sob as he grinds his clothed erection against your tear-streaked face, sniffling when he moans loudly and bucks into your open mouth.

A loud knock on the bare hinges stops Bakugo from pulling the front of his shorts down.

You both turn your heads and see a red-faced side-liner looking down and mumbling something about the match starting.

“‘Be there in a minute. Tell the guys to give my girl here a special front-row seat to this match, she’s gonna wanna see her man win, after all.”

The runner scampers off, leaving you both alone.

He bares his teeth down at you and you cower under his painful hold, the roots of your hair ripping from their strands.

He eventually tosses your head to the side after a few seconds of staring you down, and the second he does you clutch your sore cranium.

“I better see you down there in a minute sweet thing. You gotta get used to it anyways, since you’re gonna be getting accustomed to my rituals before and after matches.”

#tw:noncon #bakugo x you #yandere bakugo katsuki #yandere bakugo x reader #bakugo katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugo oneshot #bakugo katsuki #mha #bnha #bnha smut #mha smut #bakugo smut #katsuki smut #katsuki x y/n #katsuki scenario #mha yandere #bnha yandere

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shinyfire-0 · 2 years

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Bright Star - a little review

I have watched Bright Star a couple of times recently. I very rarely watch films more than once but I couldn’t stop thinking about this one so it deserved another viewing. And I deserved to watch it again. There are lots of things I love about this film and not merely because my latest fancy-man is in it. It tells the story of Fanny Brawne and her passionate relationship with the poet John Keats, who considered her to be his muse.

I had a boyfriend when I was about fifteen or sixteen years old. This was just before the internet and so we wrote to each other several times a week, passionately, compulsively, on thin airmail paper that crunched, similar to the paper they use in the film. The letters I sent and received were not of the quality that Fanny and John Keats exchanged but I treasured them. They had been physically present in the hands of the boyfriend (my beloved), and in some way they still contained his presence. Sending each other letters is a way of sharing a thing, a reality, even though we are separated. I thought the film explored this beautifully; Fanny loves the letters she receives from Keats - she smells them and seems to revel in their physicality, as if they are the next best thing to him, the way a physical thing can be used to convey a sentiment. I miss letters; I think they are little personal works of art, the writing, the thoughts and emotions that are expressed in them. But perhaps it would be going too far to call the letters my boyfriend and I wrote to each other ‘art’, as they were often so full of diagrams and pictures of the saucy variety.

I enjoyed the fact that it is so recognisably English; the bluebell woods, the rolling hills, the orchards. Even the light, and the way it falls through the windows that were often veiled with gauze, gives a romantic, dreamy, English look to the film.

The costumes actually look like they were handmade, as they would have been; there was a sense that someone cared for these clothes, that they were treasured and wanted and mended over time as they wore out or a child grew. And they're all so quirky, especially Fanny's clothes, you really get the sense that she herself had designed them and carefully made them. Her little sister, Toots, often wears dresses of the same material as Fanny’s, as if they'd gone to the haberdasher’s shop and bought a big length of material, and everyone got something made from the same stuff.

The way in which the characters use the everyday things in their lives - the glasses, the linens, the setting of the table, the flowers on the tea-tray from the garden, the preparation of the food, the writing of the letters, the poems - all seemed very naturalistic, as if those things had a long history and were well loved and used. The actors seem to have a familiarity with these items giving a feeling of a specific time and place, as if we are watching recognisably real people go about their daily lives.

The script is beautiful and again expresses a sense of naturalness; he forgets his poem, Fanny’s mother is wordlessly irritated by her and abrupt. And they quote his poems at each other. (What could be more romantic than saying a romantic poem out loud to the romantic poet who wrote it? Romantic or excruciating? In this film, it’s gorgeous.) He tells her about his dream of kissing a beautiful but mysterious woman, and she knows it is about her and so they fall into kiss, and it’s a moment of beauty and revelation.

There is much visual poetry in the film. Butterflies are used to express Fanny’s mental state. Keats climbs to the top of a tree, both an expression of his dream but also show his heightened emotional state.

The story told from Fanny’s perspective. We only see Keats when she is present or about to be present, allowing the audience (me) to share in her sense of yearning when he goes away. I was interested in the helplessness and lack of agency that Fanny experiences, despite her intelligence and skill and wit, in the face of society; primarily her mother’s fear of the scandalous gossip her relationship with Keats inspires, and her powerlessness after Keats’ friends decide that he is going to Italy to recover. Those around Fanny are not openly cruel or unkind when they point out that she can never marry Keats because of his poverty, but ultimately there is a deep cruelty here because their love cannot transcend the chains of social expectation and the need for money. Both Fanny and Keats’ noisy friend Brown share in their failure to keep him, to love him completely.

Also: the music is lovely and forms a part of the texture of the story being told rather than being external to the events of the film. And I do like Ben Whishaw.

#bright star #abbie cornish #ben whishaw #jane campion #john keats #period drama #i have never written a review of anything before now

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vermiculus-incipiens-prompts · 3 years

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PARTNERS

Septimus Crabbe and Severus Snape → Sep and Severus are treading dangerous waters when the Dark Lord sends them to talk to the Acromantula colony in the forest outside Hogsmeade, in hopes of better organizing with the intelligent spiders. Sep met with them before, so he has the experience, but Snape is far better equipped to match the beasts’ intellect. The massive arachnids bring both brains and brawn, however, and dealing with them might end up being as complicated as the webs they spin.

Marlene McKinnon and Tilden Toots → Tilden and Marlene are sent by Professor Dumbledore to spy on a rural location where people have been reporting sightings of strange beasts and black-robed figures. They hope to see for themselves what the Death Eaters might be up to, but will they find answers or just more questions?

Daisy Hookum and Narcissa Malfoy → Daisy comes across Narcissa Malfoy while out and about in Diagon Alley and with Dumbledore’s warning about the Death Eaters being up to something, she decides to try to glean some information from the suspected Dark witch. All while trying not to be put off by the small baby.

Igor Karkaroff and Walden Macnair → Back in March, Igor and Walden had travelled back to Igor’s homeland of Bulgaria to meet the giants in the wilds there. Those giants have now arrived in England and Voldemort sends the two Death Eaters to once again greet them. Dealing with giants is always a complicated matter, though, and keeping them in line isn’t without its hijinks.

Alastor Moody and James Potter → Alastor Moody hardly considers himself someone to go to for fatherly advice, but he knows a whole lot about being an adult and perhaps he has more wisdom to share than even he knows. When he comes across James Potter, anxious from a dark nightmare about the dangers the war poses to his baby and wife, he might have to let some of his gruff exterior fall away to help the younger wizard cope.

Edgar Bones and Lily Potter → Barely a month into parenting, Lily is feeling stressed and out of her depth. Edgar, still taking a backseat to the missions of the Order, is happy to feel useful and offer his help. After all, away from the fear and uncertainty of the war, he is well-versed in the ups and downs of parenthood.

Lucius Malfoy and Remus Lupin → Tasked by Professor Dumbledore to try to find out more about the other werewolves in the UK and where their loyalties might lie, Remus reluctantly goes in search of Fenrir Greyback, hoping to tail him to more werewolves. Following rumours that Greyback is sometimes spotted at the notorious Hog's Head pub on the outskirts of Hogsmeade, Remus heads there. There’s no sign of the other werewolf, but someone else notices Remus asking questions: Lucius Malfoy. He takes it upon himself to ferret out what the young Order member is up to.

#VI Prompts #VI Prompt Partners #prompt 50 #mysterious beasts and where to spy on them

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greengableslover · 1 month

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BRIGHT STAR (2009) dir. Jane Campion

#bright star #perioddramaedit #brightstaredit #filmedit #filmgifs #perioddramasource #userbennet #tusereliza #userpavlova #john keats #fanny brawne #toots brawne #ben wishaw #abbie cornish #edie martin #*film #*

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nlrpgs · 4 years

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the event hall is decorated beautifully as a standard award show would be designed. the lights dim. a spotlight shines on eli, evian and charla as they walk onto the stage and to the mics at the center. eli smiles to the audience before announcing, ❝ losers and weirdos !! are you ready to RUUUMBLEEE ?? too bad, because this is an award show . tonight we will be presenting you the first EVER neamies !! ❞ evian follows next, ❝ and guess what? everyone gets an award! you get an award, you get an award, even the dude standing in the corner there, you get an award!!! ❞ charla is last as she reads from her cue card in a robotic tone, ❝ so sit back and relax because there are a lot of them. smile. ❞ she didn’t smile as she was just here to read the meaner awards.

ooc: the event will take place after the award ceremony at the after party, so your characters can react to what award they won ! on top of that, the neamies page will be posting graphics for each winner you can reblog to your character page, if you’d like ! if you’d rather see the list now, you can follow the read more and see the master list of the awards !

avery: himbo award

nat: edgiest gorl award

daph: best comeback award

phil: you’d never guess his dad award

nadia: almost broke my nose award

yerim: most likely to take your nads award

alex: snacc award

honey: ambassador of safe sex award

evie: uwu award

kat: best joth award

astrid: wildest johnson award

pax : forever bachelor award

charla: stalker award

levi: worst sister award

dante: decent brother award

oliver: one with the plants award

jae: biggest plant murder award

nara: strongest gORL award

sophia: damn you, you rich bitch award

crystal: the babie dont cry award

thorn: evie almost deded award

seph: weather boi award

julia: most oblivious award

elijah: most likely to fuk w ur lov lyfe award

rosie: best masochist award

peter: boomiest boomer award

romina: will make u her guinea pig award

ilsung: let me finally try your muffins award

kyu: ghosting award

hershey: most deaths award

mina: babie award

kato: iNfLuEnCeR award

hana: loser award

knox: edgiest boi award

noire: best hungover look award

luna: you are what you eat award

cam and julien: package deal award

chaeri: best toot award

jiah: boss bitch award

aro: always smiling award

alexis: emo award

jacob: not the diner owner award

dia: best peen artist award

caspien: very specific chair needs award

evian: no ragrets award

cain : daddiest award

leo: best drunk award

elio: brawn not brains award

van:named after a sneaker award

ryeo: pour one out award

ahreum: meanest flip award

juniper: galaxy mind award

marisol: best lighting tech

vara: baddest tats award

margo: best sugar momma award

petra: best dental hygiene award

ria: mother of all our problems award

persephone: mother of selfies award

hades: father of all eboys award

dionysus: father of dramatic entrances award

#nl;event

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the-fiction-witch · 7 months

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13th Circus

Media Bright Star

Character Samuel Brawne

Couple Samuel X Reader

Rating Spooky

Halloween Day 13

I sat looking out my bedroom window looking across the fields. This place had been set up overnight as I knew there hadn't been anything there when I went to bed last night. Now the field was full of little caravans and trailers, string lights caused the place to have a strange unearthly orange glow, and in the centre of it all this tall red and gold striped tent with a flag on top. The whole place just seemed too strange with this foreboding look to it. "Samuel!" Toots smiled as she ran into my room "Hey," I smiled giving her a cuddle "What's up?" "Will you take me to the autumn circus samuel? pretty please" "You really wanna go?" "Yeah!" "Alright, get your coat we'll get going" I told her,

she happily ran off, so I got my shoes and my jacket and headed downstairs where my mother met me slipping me some money for popcorn and for tickets, I thanked her and as soon as toots came down we headed out together leaving the house and heading down the dusty paths to the entrance set up for the autumn circus. I made sure to keep my little sister close as I bought our tickets and we headed in through the tall wooden gates with a dirty circus lettering above us. And we joined a group of others from town here tonight and a man in a red and black suit with a skull-topped cane. "Come one, Come all! The Fantabulous Autumn Circus" He said "Follow me through to our great show" He explained We were filed down the path with counters on each side, for toffee apples, popcorn, candy floss, ginger ale and other such items Each booth had an older man dressed as a clown with half-melting face paint many of them rather eager to speak to you almost jumping out at you so much so toots often got spooked.

As we walked around the tent we arrived at the freakshow and I made sure to put toots behind me as we walked past these tall cages that contained the freaks many of them not exactly happy to see us. "Behold our marvellous freaks," He explained The breaded woman, the frog man, the two-headed dog, the lobster Boy, the strong man, the Siamese twins. Each of them begrudgingly showed off as the ringmaster reached them. I did my best to rush us though as Toots was getting scared, but at the same time, I didn't want to be rude as they were still people.

"Now my personal favourite" The ringmaster smiled as we reached this woman in a long black robe I stopped short for a moment as freaked out and scared as I was I couldn't help but blush, she was so beautiful. For a moment I was confused as to why exactly she was even here. "Go on then," he told her tapping the metal cage she rolled her eyes unhappy putting out her cigarette she got up turned away and slipped off her robe revealing she was wearing only a small black cotton dress. And her skin was covered in tattoos many gasped at her but even so, I still thought she was beautiful. I smiled at her as she sat down and she briefly smiled at me before we continued and filled into the stands to watch the circus. I bought her some candy floss and I got some popcorn as we watched the gymnasts, animal tamers and other such circus business it was enjoyable but I couldn't help this strange feeling about the place it was nearing the end of the show the crowd applauded the clowns when I felt someone grab my hand and pull me from my seat.

I looked and saw it was the tattoed girl "Come on!" she said trying to tug my hand "what's going on?" I asked "You have to go" she says "Now the show's almost over" she says urgency in her voice I grabbed toots arm and followed this girl, we left the tent and she tugged us away towards the gate to leave but I stopped my body frozen as hundreds of blood-curdling screams erupted from the tent I quickly put my hands over Toot's ears so she wouldn't hear and get scared "You hold her" I told the girl before rushing back towards the tent "No don't!" she warns I pulled open the tent we just left and found it utterly empty, the stands empty, the stage had no performers just this unearthly light "Where… where did they go?" "We have to go!" "Where are they?" "You don't wanna know" she says "Come on" she told me helping Toots and I to the gate "Go, go home. Don't come back it's not safe" she said "What about you?" "Don't worry about me, it's too late for me" she says I didn't like leaving her but I took Toots back home she happily headed in telling our mother about all the fun she had but when I looked back to the circus and found the tent was gone.

#tbs #thomas brodie sangster #thomas sangster #tbs smut #thomasbrodiesangster #tbs imagines #thomas sangster imagine #tbs imagine #thomas brodie sangster imagine #thomas brodie sangster smut #sam smut #sam imagine #samuel #samuel brawne #bright star

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efrmellifer · 3 years

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that post about G’raha gave me some thoughts about how the WoL is treated by the narrative, but if I write them out I’m just gonna get worked up and possibly start crying. but I also know I’m going to forget where I was going with it if I say nothing, and (not to toot my own horn but) I think my thoughts have value, so this is me kissing the fully-thought-out version goodbye and writing my half-ideas down

under the cut in case I get long winded

I like G’raha a lot. I think he’s neat and while I haven’t actually explored it, I think Etien would see him as a hero, somewhat a flawed reflection of how he sees the WoL as his hero.

the thing that bugged me about 5.4 (other than the part I mentioned that really honest to god was my own bitterness and turning on other parts of the fandom in ways that was unfair to them) was simply that he had the answer so much, right at the beginning.

it makes sense. of course it makes sense. he’s lived so long, in so many time streams, and seen so much in those time streams that he’s just going to know so incredibly many things.

but he has the answer, and he’s allowed to have the answer.

I understand that the WoL has to be written for anyone to step into their boots-- the brains, the brawn, the heart of the party types-- but in writing an everyperson, care has to be taken that one doesn’t scrub away everything interesting, as it were.

so, I know not everyone’s WoL is going to necessarily have answers, but it seems like the WoL is just constantly run off their feet to other people who do have the answer. Y’shtola (or Matoya-- the older one). The Alliance Leaders. Cid (and/or Gaius, if we’re talking Weapons). The Exarch/G’raha Tia. Even Emet-Selch, with the whole Lifestream thing.

It feels to me like the only time the WoL is allowed to have the answer (at least in Shadowbringers, anyway) is when the party needs Feo Ul to command Bismarck to take them down to the bottom of the ocean. So it was for a joke, where Feo Ul gets to be like “oh good you finally called for me,” when, personally, I would have been calling for them the whole time. except it’s not funny if the pixie can’t yell about us being cold and cruel, is it? (okay that’s a different problem)

I am a very support-needed person. I depend on my friends and family and allies to help me do the things I need to do. I play Etien (and Betula) the same way. so yeah, sometimes someone else is goign to be the one with the answer, and that’s good.

but the WoL is just... taking orders and going places, if they’re not allowed to be the one who figures out the problem sometimes.

#just thoughts #I am aware my capitalism and punctuation are everywhere and I apologize #does this need a spoiler tag?#I didn't mention any plot I don't think

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