#why is ascendancy not a sitcom?

[ginger-snap-talkin-nonsense]

How many shows and movies do I have to hate/stop watching in order to get a media diet as diverse as yours? Obviously I’ve already stopped watched every cartoon/TV show released after 2010, as that fact just automatically means they’re inherently terrible now, and cut out any media made by those evil LGBTQ+ people destroying the animation industry with their evil tropes. But I want to do more, and who better to ask than the person who inspired me to restrict what I watch to an extreme degree in order to loop back around to enjoying watching a TON of media. Because I have a complete understanding of why that makes sense obviously.

Oh, and I also cut out watching any indie animation, most Internet horror generally, quite a few sitcoms (But always publicly CLAIMING that I enjoyed watching them, of course), most LGBTQ+ Youtubers other than Lily as well, and just so much more! So, how much MORE media do I have to restrict myself from watching/enjoying even further before I ascend out of this reality, loop back around like you did, and end up being able to enjoy a whole LOT of media again?

Oh how sweet! The Tumblr whore of Babylon sent me two messages in 24 hours as though they haven't been running around town getting their dick wet in every askbox. Are you hoping I'll dispute this nonsense and make you feel at home again, sitcom anon?

You can't recapture the magic between us, you harlot-you've already broken my heart. I thought what we had was special!

[imamotherfuckingstar-lord]

A Warm Cabin

Jim Hopper x Reader

Summary: Hopper comes home from work to his girls.

A/N: request by @leo-heart

- Hi, I just saw that you are taking Hopper requests and I wanted to ask for something fluffy, where reader is taking care of Jane for the day and hopper comes back home to find them asleep on the couch or something. Just really, really fluffy, please. Set during season 3.

The dirt road leading up to the cabin was worn down from all the times Jim Hopper’s truck had driven it - back and forth, from here to there, and each time, whatever stress or annoyance that had been bugging him, faded as he got closer to home. Tonight, he was in a particularly great mood – work was effortless, Flow hadn’t bugged about his smoking, and he had a bag of take out to share with his girls. The truck came to a stop, and he turned off the truck. Seeing the lights on still, he got out of the car and tossed the cigarette he was smoking – making sure to step on it as he ascended the steps to the cabin. He unlocked the front door and walked in, expecting to see Eleven and you watching television on the couch. The television was off and when he checked his watched, he saw that The Golden Girls, a new sitcom you had enjoyed, was about to come on.

Closing the door behind him, making sure everything was locked up, he went to place the takeout on the table and turned to the couch. You were in a sitting position but slouched back – El’s head was resting on your lap and the two of you were holding hands, fast asleep. He watched for a moment, pure joy on his face, as you snored a little. Giving the room a glance, he saw about a dozen bottles of nail polish on the coffee table, along with the latest teen magazines and when he drew closer to the couch - he caught a glimpse of red hair on El’s bed. He walked over to where you sat and kneeled beside you, placing a hand on your shoulder – he gave it a few rubs before your eyes fluttered up. Your hazy smile made him grin and he stood up, leaning down to put a kiss on your forehead.

“Hey, sweetheart, sorry I’m late,” he apologized, receiving your hand when you held it out to him. His fingers tangled with yours and he gave it a gentle squeeze. “I got hamburgers and fries.”

“Maxine’s sleeping over,” you yawned.

“I figured,” Hopper chuckled, nodding to his daughter. “How did you tire out two teenage girls?”

You shrugged, brushing hair away from El’s face. “I let Mike and Lucas come over – they played like ten rounds of rubber necking with the girls.”

Hopper’s eyes narrowed and he sighed. “Why do you want to give me a heart attack?”

A laugh erupted from Eleven’s room, and you laughed. “That one is a handful though.”

“I heard that,” Max hummed out, the sound of her moving around the bedroom stirred El awake. She sat up and welcomed her father home, getting up to give him a hug before disappearing into her room. Hopper took the opportunity to sit next to you, gathering you into his arms. His body felt warm and inviting, as your head rested against his shoulder.

“Long day at work?”

“Not too bad,” he answered, his fingers dancing up and down your shoulder. You gazed up at him and smirked, his face proud and at ease.

“Content looks good on you, Jim,” you noted.

He shrugged, suddenly bashful. “Yeah, I guess so.”

You laughed at his embarrassment and called for the girls. “Come get the food! Golden Girls is about to start.”

Hopper groaned when you nudged him to grab the remote, he handed it over. “Go get out of the uniform, I’ll grab us some beer.”

Doing as he was told; he gave you a false annoyed glare when you smacked him on the behind as he got up. Max groaned, catching the act as she walked into the living room, explaining that it was total gross. You laughed and got up from the couch to grab the beers from the fridge. Hopper walked into the bedroom but came back out – standing in the doorway as he took in the scene before him. El was gathering the plates for the takeout and you were allowing Max to pop open the beer bottles – which made him wonder what else you allowed the girls to do when he was gone. The two of you were terrible parents, he noted, smiling when you quickly snatched the bottles from the teen. Of course, Max had her own family, but she had become such an important fixture in this home – he liked to tease that you had given birth to the fiery girl, since the two of you were so much alike.

Then there was El, his little girl.

You had effortlessly filled the role of mother, had fallen in love with Eleven, just as he did. She was truly his and yours – both of you would and have done everything to keep her safe. You loved her and it showed, with every glance and hug. He could spend a lifetime in this small cabin, existing with the three of you – watching as you danced around with the girls or gave them important life lessons, offering up personal experiences about love and growing up. Smiling when he would get moody about the boys coming around too often and always kissing him on the cheek, reminding him that they were all just young. He knew he was lucky to have you – a wonderfully, beautiful person. Who never walked away from his baggage or grumpy days, the hardship of keeping El a secret for so long and the hardship of letting her grow into her own person.

He was thankful for you, for the love you provided that warmed this once cold cabin.

“Hey, Sheriff doofus, you coming to eat or what?”

Max gave Hopper an annoyed look as she took her place next to Eleven on the floor, who was holding back a smile as she changed the channel on the television. He glared at the red head, holding back a smile when he noticed you trying to contain a laughter in the kitchen. Rolling his eyes, he told her to be quiet.

“Just eat your damn food,” he grunted, giving you a wink as he disappeared into the bedroom to change.

You moved onto the couch and placed the beers on the table.

“Here, Mom,” El said effortlessly, eyes glued to the screen, as she handed over a plate of food to you.

“Thanks, babe,” you cooed, nudging Max with your foot. “Take it easy on Hop, his wit isn’t as fast paced as yours. “

Smiling with pride, Max shrugged as she snacked on a fry. “He’s not that bad…”

“He’s pretty cool,” Eleven agreed, her eyes widening as the show started. “– it’s on! Dad!”

Hopper, having heard the entire exchange because all the women in his life only could speak above a yelling level, emerged from the bedroom. He had changed into more comfortable clothes and when you patted the seat next to you on the couch, he smiled. He moved across the room and took his place, giving Eleven’s hair a little ruffle when she handed over his food. Smiling when Max casually passed the beer to him off the coffee table, shushing everyone when the Golden Girls theme started. He took a long sip and when the two of you exchanged a knowing smile, all he could feel was contentment in his heart.

#jim hopper x reader #hopper x reader #jim hopper #stranger things

[pynkhues]

Do you have post-Emmy predictions or thoughts for Snook's career?

Oooo, I'm actually not too sure? She's such an incredible actress, and I'd really love her to hit the A-list, but her choices even since Succession started and her star rose have been kind of odd ones? Like Pieces of a Woman was such a bit part for her, albeit one in an interesting art house movie, Run Rabbit Run saw her as the lead in a pretty terrible psychological thriller, and The Beanie Bubble? Just - - yeah.

Really odd choices.

I do suspect her career has likely been impacted a bit by the fact that she moved back to Australia, married another actor who has a steady, ongoing gig (Dave Lawson's a part of the core ensemble in Utopia which is a very good and very funny sitcom here!) and has had a baby, to say nothing of the pandemic, and I think she's perhaps still feeling out herself what she'd like her career to look like.

That said, I thought it was really smart that both Sarah and Jeremy have gone back to theatre for their first major roles post-Succession, and Sarah's move I think is particularly smart strategically given it's a Sydney Theatre Company production being performed on London's West End, which kind of relaunches her in theatre in two different spaces.

Sydney Theatre Company is a huge deal in Australia and a world class company - Cate Blanchett and her husband, Andrew Upton were co-artistic directors there for a number of years, and it's a home for many of Australia's best actors like Rose Byrne, Toni Collette, Hugo Weaving, Heather Mitchell (my beloved!!). Sarah already had a relationship with STC prior to Succession - having played Joan of Arc in the STC production of Saint Joan in 2018 - so for one of her first major roles after the series to be back at the Company does really feel like both a homecoming and an opportunity to ascend within the theatrical elite in Australia. The production though that she's in being in the UK's West End I feel offers that two-fold as well.

Getting back into STC though I think opens her doors again to local connections, particularly with the Cate Blanchett set and given Blanchett's been moving steadily into producing in Australia, I could see Sarah being cast in one of her productions? Hopefully a film, given The New Boy and Shayda were infinitely better than Stateless, haha.

In my experience with actors in Australia, the ones with young children tend to lean towards theatre residencies and TV because it's (generally speaking) better / more flexible hours and steadier work, and in many ways, Australian TV is having a bit of a renaissance right now with shows like The Newsreader, Deadloch and Boy Swallows Universe, so I could absolutely see her headlining a mini-series? Perhaps a literary adaptation?

I'd love to see her in something from Jane Campion, Jennifer Kent or Goran Stolevski, and I think all three are a possibility - Goran probably least at this stage just because he's such a new voice.

I think she'll probably pop back up in some US films and TV, and I think she'll probably land a few really meaty ones, but I do kind of think she might be more likely to work between Australia and the UK in the future? I couldn't quite tell you why, and I could be wrong, but yeah. I guess my prediction is that she'll have an incredible career, but I don't necessarily think it'll be US-centric post-Succession, or tremendously high profile.

#i mean #i would love her to be tracking for an a-list career but i actually don't even really think she wants that? #it's an interesting thing to think about #i just want her to be in good stuff #and the stc production is definitely good #i didn't get to see the original run in 2021 and i regret it soooo much #i've heard nothing but extremely excellent things about the one-woman dorian gray show #and i know she'll kill it #sarah snook #succession cast #welcome to my ama

[yen-doodles]

This is a small thing for my Sitcom au. I randomly remembered a piece of dialogue for "Shark tale" and it got the shadowpeach gears going. Might write this into a full fic but for now I'll just get the thought out

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Sun Wukong watched as Xiaotian ascended up the stairs, waiting for the boy to get to his room and shut the door before he turned back to Macaque.

SWK: you have some nerve pulling a stunt like that!

Mac: here we go *rolls eyes*

Mac: I don't see why it's such a big deal, all I did was take him out to the movies. He was stressed out about an assignment so I took him out to get a break, he had fun!

SWK: the "big deal" is that you took MY SON out without notifying me where you were or where you guys were going! I had entrusted you to keep him safe

SWK: doing this sort thing with yourself or your lousy friends is one thing, but doing it with my kid is another. I need to know where he is incase of emergency!

Mac: well look- your son is perfectly fine! Not hurt, is feed, and had a good time. You're worrying yourself over nothing

SWK: yeah nothing happened this time, but the problem is that it could of

Mac: Gods- you're acting like you never snuck out when we were back in highschool

SWK: that was different Macaque, things are different than back then

Mac: why? Because you are a lawyer? Because you have a college degree and I don't?

Mac: don't wanna ruin your perfect life with the likes of me?

SWK: no. You know very well that's not the case. It's because I'm a parent now, I have a responsibility to go to work and come home everyday because that boy up there expects me too and needs me in his life! *points towards Xiaotian's room*

Mac: *chuckles* you really have it all then huh? A kid, a law degree, a nice house, a well paying job... you're really are someone important now Peaches

SWK: Macaque stop...

Mac: bet they really love you with how great your life is now

SWK: Mac stOP-

Mac: but I wonder, if they would love you if you were still some nobody and not the big shot you are now!

SWK: NO ONE LOVED ME WHEN I WAS A NOBODY!

They both sat stunned.

SWK: *falls back on the couch* I was nothing...

Macaque sits next to him.

Mac: I did.. I loved you

Mac: *sighs* before.. the degree and the big lawyer job... and everything, I loved you even if you were a nobody

Mac: because regardless of how much or how little you had, to me you were someone. You were everything... and that was enough for me..

#shadowpeachshipping #shadowpeach #lego monkie kid #lmk macaque #drabble #lmk #lmk mk #lmk qi xiaotian #lmk sun wukong #Sun Wukong #six earred Macaque #Sitcom au

[power-chords]

“Won’t Get Fooled Again” may be #1 on the list of radio-abused iconic Who songs but I never tire of hearing it, ever. It excites me as much as it did the day it found me. “Baba O’Riley” is more beautiful; it is my single favorite piece of recorded music and possibly their greatest composition as a band. But it is a deeply spiritual, contemplative song that projects its kinetic energy into the realm of the transcendent. It elevates itself to this unfathomable height. I am humbled by it as much as I am intoxicated. I listen to it and I am in a state of sensory communion with god. Baba is a prayer, a supplication that ascends toward a generative frenzy. WGFA’s trajectory is downward. It’s obliterative. A bomb dropping.

WGFA possesses a similar intoxicating quality, but it is pure Dionysian physicality that is doing the hypnotism. It delights in the idea that you would be so easily fooled (ha) by simple energetic conversion; that the experience of bodily rapture could indeed lead you astray, and you would enjoy every moment of your most destructive impulses, mistakenly believing them to be acts of creation, in service of or devotion to a higher ideal. What you perceive as the spirit entering you is just brute animal bliss: to fight, fuck, consume, conquer. It taunts you with this and you love it! (“DO YA?”) You rejoice in your own abasement and you encourage your own delusions; you are their fiercest cheerleader. And it’s great. It’s the best thing ever! I watch the Shepperton performance regularly to remind myself that it just doesn’t get any better.

This is also why its continued use in film, television, and advertising is so poetic and hilarious and inevitable and appropriate, even when its meaning is being flagrantly misconstrued or just willfully disregarded. (It may be second only to “Born in the U.S.A.” in this category of politically appropriated AOR.) It is Townshend’s most openly joyous anthem to nihilism. Irony and cynicism have never been so god damned FUN! Bring on the annihilation, the sitcoms, the car commercials, Top Gun: Maverick. Meet the new boss, same as the old boss.

#the who #pete townshend

[disneymbti]

Joey Tribbiani and Rachel Green from the sitcom "Friends"?

Hi there, sweetie! I really hope you like this a lot!

Joey Tribbiani's MBTI Type, Big Three and Enneagram Type

MBTI Type: ESFP [The Entertainer]

ESFPs are very outgoing and lively people. They thrive in groups and prefer not to spend too much time alone.

They are very observant, focusing closely on the details rather than the grand scheme. They think in terms of the present.

Entertainers tend to prioritize emotion when making decisions, concerning themselves more with how their decisions will affect others. They are empathetic and diplomatic.

They rely more on opportunity than rigid scheduling. They are spontaneous and playful people, with a passion for finding new adventures.

Big Three: Leo Sun, Leo Moon and Leo Rising

Leo Sun: The Sun rules the sign Leo, which is why Leo Suns all about ego, will, and character. They’re known to be creative, playful, and bold.

Leo Moon: Possessing a wellspring of inner warmth, Leo Moons are beyond generous. As an act of love, they’ll shine their light onto those they care about.

Leo Rising: Leo ascendants bask in the glow of sunlight, radiating positivity and charm. Performers through and through, those with this friendly, radiant, and outgoing placement exude confidence and strength.

Enneagram Type: 7w6 [The Pathfinder]

Basic Fear: Sevens with a six wing have a deeply-rooted fear of missing out. They want to be trustworthy and honor commitments, but they also want to leave room to allow for last-minute opportunities.

Basic Desire: Their basic desire is to feel fulfilled and happy. They express this by searching for joy in every small thing that comes their way.

Pathfinders defend themselves by rationalizing away negative feelings. They unconsciously convince themselves that they are happy, even when they are not.

Rachel Greene's MBTI Type, Big Three and Enneagram Type

MBTI Type: ESFP [The Entertainer]

ESFPs are very outgoing and lively people. They thrive in groups and prefer not to spend too much time alone.

They are very observant, focusing closely on the details rather than the grand scheme. They think in terms of the present.

Entertainers tend to prioritize emotion when making decisions, concerning themselves more with how their decisions will affect others. They are empathetic and diplomatic.

They rely more on opportunity than rigid scheduling. They are spontaneous and playful people, with a passion for finding new adventures.

Big Three: Taurus Sun, Sagittarius Moon and Libra Rising

Taurus Sun: The Bull tends to be drawn to a creative, indulgent lifestyle — and we wouldn’t expect anything less from a Venus ruled sign. They're also thought to have a stubborn, loyal and grounded personality.

Sagittarius Moon: The Moon is considered to be lucky in Sagittarius, as it brings excitement, adventure, and abundance. However, those with Sagittarius Moons can be defensive at times.

Libra Rising: Finding balance in life is essential for Libra risings, who prefer things to be even-keeled and civil.

Enneagram Type: 3w4 [The Expert]

Basic Fear: Enneagram type threes with a four wing are afraid of failure. They tend to throw themselves into their careers and do anything it takes to succeed.

Basic Desire: Their most basic desire is to succeed and feel valued. They may show this by seeking validation of their hard work and successes.

Experts defend themselves by adapting or changing their personalities to fit their environment. This makes them great communicators, but may also lead them to being misunderstood or feeling fraudulent.  

#joey tribbiani #rachel greene #friends 1994 #disneymbti #mbti types #esfp #astrology #zodiac signs #leo sun #leo moon #leo rising #taurus sun #sagittarius moon #libra rising #enneagram types #7w6 #the pathfinder #3w4 #the expert #matt leblanc #jennifer aniston

[moonillfated]

.・。.・✭ 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘰 & 𝘔𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘴 ✫・゜・。.

"Even before I met you, I was far from indifferent to you." 🚬

☆ !! Happy birthday @raggedy-dxctor !! ☆

As much as Corin hated summer, it was always a nice view to watch the town nestled amidst rolling hills and drenched in soft hues of fire riding the sunrise, he tracked all streaks of orange blazes and tiger fur sluggishly ascending behind the horizon and overlaying the mountain tops like milkweed monarchs, resin and the plumage of a scarlet ibis. He leaned against his palm and sighed annoyingly as the sky turned to acacia marmalade and tumbleweed cotton candy. Fucking shit, why did his birthday have to be during these heats? The final embers of daylight casted a veil of twilight upon the sizzling asphalt outside the diner, a box of inseparables matches and an empty butterfinger packaging. It reminded the honey haired male of his old treehouse, where it always smelled of burning chalk and late breakfast. He groaned again while pushing himself away from the window and heading towards one of the bar stools, in the cusp of summer's rich warmth a cold fruit punch easily did the trick. They closed about an hour ago, having spend a little too much time with the last remaining visitor - he gave the little girl a jawbreaker after she showed him her Lisa Frank sticker album.

After taking a seat behind the counter and turning of the shitty hallmark sitcom on the old cathode ray-tube TV, Corin took off his apron and threw it aside on one of the pub tables. One of his annotated books was laying open on the wood with condensation rings, passenger to Frankfurt. He grimaced and quickly grabbed it, mouthing a small 'sorry Agatha' while hastily scrubbing off the moisture from the cover. Some other unnecessary and less precious items were placed there earlier during customer service, like an envelope from his neighbor Sherry, who constantly rambled about government conspiracies and how she wanted to hook up with a royal guard. Probably a job rejection, dental records from her ex fiance, or ugly infomercial floral maxi skirt coupons. Corin fetched himself a drink and sipped on the icy cocktail slowly as he waited for the door bell to jingle. There was still time left before he was picked up so he began reading rather lazily, skimming over the pages through round lenses and enjoying his cooling beverage. A calico cat walked past the large windows of the building and Corin found himself smiling softly at the flecked feline, her soft fur was matted, all oriental rugs and marble cake. He hummed as he adverted his hazel eyes from the kitty and continued scanning through the paperback crime fiction.

1975, the outskirts of Sacramento, far away from the shore and bustling turnpikes. His best friend Milo had found an old pickup truck, whose tailgate has clearly been through stuff, abandoned in a messy, green understory. He recalls how the unruly boy handed him the red volume with busted knuckles, scraped knees and a missing tooth. They spent the entire day there as Corin quietly declaimed his new gift with pooh bear bandaged fingers, scrabble boards and a spirograph. If he were being honest he didn't concentrate much on the book, because he already went through it so many times - something about ministers insisting on kittens. Between the idyllic backdrop of their small hometown, was the diner that they spent all their money on to open. With regular patrons beckoned inside by the smells of rich coffee and the atmosphere of pure nostalgia and camaraderie, Corin's eyes drifted to the yesteryear polaroids on the wall. He emptied his glass as he jumped off of the chair to place it in the sink and shoved the piece of literature aside carefully, outside night was beginning to settle as one of the diner's owners started to turn off the fluorescent lights.

As if on cue the entrance signaled being opened, Corin rolled his eyes as he heard the soft thumps of canvas sneakers against tile. "How about you start showing up on time?" The brit snapped playfully and heard Milo scoff, he didn't even have to look at him to see the shrug of his shoulders. "Can't teach an old dog new tricks." Just like last year, the younger male agreed to prepare a birthday night-out while Corin took on the working hours. Corin laughed lightly as he switched off the last lustre of a bulb and turned to face his cocky friend, and just like always that stupid leather jacket squeaked like melting rubber. He noticed how Milo's shaggy black hair was even more disheveled and messy, top crinkled like he's been chewed up by a cow. "Did you get hit by a tractor?" The other clicked his tounge and eyed Corin like he was the most irritating thing he had to deal with. His demeanor was tinged with an edginess that tended to keep poeple at arm's lenght, but Corin found it cringe if anything really. "A baler if you really give a shit." They could go on bickering for the rest of the evening but he'd end up being beaten up like a pinata when the taller male had enough.

"My god dude." Corin ridiculed and grabbed his jacket from off of the hanger by the entry. Milo always had been too reckless and bold for his own good, raven between doves and words sharp like shattered glass. Throwing forks out of ferris wheels, climbing wicker braid utility poles and ever the misfit as Mrs. Corenthal oh so lovingly dubbed him. "Close." He teased and bumped his shoulder against Corin's as he followed after him, the older of the two shoved back against him flippantly. Just across the beanery was Milo's motorcycle, a sleek cruiser with shiny silver details. The tires rutted stubbornly against the hot gravel over the months, oil puddles now way too dry and long gone to see on the concrete. Before either of them considered the idea of a shared buisness, during days of madeleines and holographic boomboxes. They used to play with post soviet comics and pogo balls, when Corin wrapped those stupid sesame street bandaids over Milo's bleeding cheeks on the toilet floor during third period science. It was childhood stratagems, handwritten bonbon wrappers, something short of bittersweet and purple stained.

"You comin' or what?" Corin didn't realize he froze after wrangling the keys out of the locket, quickly jogging up to Milo and taking the spare helmet. Even blindfolded it was familiar to sit on the upholstery leather of the vehicle. Suddenly the blue eyed man shifted and Corin barely managed to grip a chain hanging from Milo's jeans to steady himself as the obsidian colored scrambler leaned to the side. "Can you at least warn me next time?" Flushing barely at the embarrassing yelp that slipped out, hands coming up to safely curl around his waist. A small twitch, but that was all. Finally settling according to the proper safety precautions and squirming around for a solid eleven seconds to get comfortable, Corin rested his forehead against the healthy shoulder of the rider. "Better not drag me off to the middle of the forest again." It was a rather nice suprise sure, but he wouldn't put it past the incendiary to bury him alive where nobody could find his body. An irked grumble is all he got in return, accompanied by a kick to his ankle. "Dick." Corin gritted out through a painful hiss, tightening his hold around Milo's stomach and gazing at the now closed restaurant.

He scarcely registered the engine starting before he felt the upcoming wind on his jaw, fluttering past them as Milo drove across the streets. Summer was hell but this made it bearable, now they were drifting over the highway towards the neighboring city far up east. Furrowing his eyebrows under the helmet and digging his fingers into the belt of Milo's pants it was an obvious, wordless sign of confusion that he hoped the other would get. Great, the guy finally got enough and he was going to end up behind a fucking graffitied dumpster by the side of the road. Ignoring that line of thinking as he pulled himself closer to the rough surface under his face, Corin watched the passing signs and traffic symbols. The zooming of the rolling tires brought back a memory from camp, when he used to smile at all the kites and paperplanes. Soon enough the scenery became brighter with neon shades of red and blue, a metropolitan aurora borealis. He lifted his head up to take in all the surroundings and upcoming tunnels when Milo switched gears to a faster limit. In a quick duck they overtook multiple cars with precise outstrips, fluidly retreating into a straight position. Corin's arms loosened again when the intrepid move was over and the motorbike continued to rush over even cement like before.

Nearly an hour later the two arrived in Memphis, both hunched over the dark two-wheeler. The city's center was busy as always, loud crowds and nightclubs, like a massive lambent slinky. Corin was hardly holding onto Milo anymore, the tips of his palms faintly brushing over his hips as the brash male set a steady pace. It was nice to be back here for a little trip and private party, with luck maybe his corpse wouldn't be vandalized. They drove into a parking lot not far away from where the majority of the people collected like moth balls and dust. Corin was the first to hop off of the seat like always and yanking the helmet down to place it down. His best friend rolled his neck and the snapping joints that popped under the movement made the bartender shiver.

"Are you actually planning on talking to me today?" Corin crossed his arms over his chest and tilted his head gayly. Milo just quirked a split eyebrow and continued to lock up his beloved, his baby. "Are you planning on stopping with that whining?" As if genuinely offended by his comment, Corin let out an insulted gasp. Without further words or sarcastic remarks, Milo lazily strolled along the illuminated pedway towards the teeming center of arching magnolias and the Delta's melancholic breeze. 1983, Beale Street. On the eighteenth of August, the two were barely teenagers. Milo's broken wrist held a copy of Robin Run-the-hedge, and the smell of nicotine - charted remnants of tobacco and smoke, still used to bother him. And Corin collected poplar tree seeds behind his tutor's pergola, convinced it was a fairy's cotton hassock. And if they ever held hands because they were scared of losing eachother in the throngs of Tennessee? Well, that was between them and the hopscotch drawings.

"Forgot how vibrant this place is." Corin murmured over the booming music festival close to the sauntering pair. Milo nodded in agreement and nonchalantly jaywalked, flipping off the ruby red stickman as he crossed the avenue. "I'm not paying for your fine." The older scolded and flicked his arm when the they arrived on the opposite side, many shops and all sorts of niteries lined the jammed streets. Under the shroud of an indigo, starless sky they arrived in the heart of Memphis late at night. The charming blend of history and modernity followed the cyan ripples of the Mississippi River, devil-may-care attitude and escapade scars. "Quit acting like you don't already." Milo quipped back, flashing his teeth. That reckless abandon that Corin admired but could never quite embrace, a caged bird unsure of its newfound freedom. A radiant summer afternoon, near the koi pond veiled behind the ivy-clad stone walls of Mr. Corenthal's mediterranean villa - the lady with the polka-dot bucket hat and persian cat Edgar. They forgot their sandcastle toolkit, a bottle of mello yello and some indie blockbuster Looney Tunes strip in her garage. The two ambled down the streets and soon enough Milo abruptly halted infront of a small, tucked away bakery. The lanky male stepped aside, spiked arm cufflinks like a silver vice, and urged Corin to walk inside first. With a suspicious side glance, obviously baiting, the shorter headed over the threshold and Milo followed.

"What is this place?" Corin asked softly as the aroma of pastries and coffee hit his nose. Warm, crisp and cozy. Milo tapped the rim of his glasses, leading him to one of the booths in the corner. "The fuck does it look like to you? Not a fuckin' laundromat is it?" Scooting into the narrow seats was not really a challenge, both of them already had enough practice in their own diner. "Oh shut up." Corin grumbled, throwing his feet onto the bruiser's lap under the table out of spite. An annoyed half snare got caught in Milo's throat as the older pressed his soles into his stomach, sure enough leaving behind pale pattern stains. "Get your fuckin' feet down." He gritted the warning out with a joshing exhale but not actually making an attempt to remove them. Corin smiled and placed them over his thighs, feeling the torn patches of ripped denim under exposed calfs. "Don't push it birthday boy." He knew that Milo didn't really mean any of it but it was always fun to goad, so he applied even more weight onto the other's legs.

After a few minutes of back and forth bickering, a waitress came to take their orders. Milo decided on an espresso, while Corin allowed himself a proper treat. 1981, Cherokee. Beside a babbling brook they buried Corin's hamster and sent out origami boats. Way later the same day when the sun waned, they raced towards a meadow. Doodling in their tattered sketchbooks, penning over 'The taming of the Shrew' each time Shakespeare wrote Sly. The young girl who took their order shortly returned with a tray in her slender hands, with a joyful beam she handed it over. Milo lit a cigarette with his steel zippo lighter and took a single drag before Corin shot him a disgusted look, he was going to get an earful later definitely. The meringue pie arrived, a delicate confection of fluffy sweetness and zesty lime filling. Milo leaned back in his chair as he gazed out of the window at the moonlit cityscape, a contemplative expression played across his usually stoic features. Corin watched him fondly, stabbing his fork into the crunchy top layer of the pie.

It wasn't anything special, or extravagant, or expensive. But it was summer and they were young, it was still Marlboro boxes and slices of pie. They had time, to rewrite more chapters of assay mark romance novels, to freeze more ice packs. Summer lasted only so long, no matter how much they both disliked it.

Yeah, Corin thought looking at Milo, this made it bearable.

[tellthemeerkatsitsfine]

Sometimes, I remember that part of Nish Kumar's appeal is how openly he talks about being an ascended comedy fan. One of us. Other times, I wonder how much of why he's specifically one of my top very few favourite comedians is because he's an ascended fan of exactly my taste in comedy.

I have all episodes of 30 Rock and Parks and Rec saved on my computer, because for years and years they've been my go-to shows if I'm not in the middle of a new show and I just want to watch one or a few episodes of something. It's now been a few years of me always having a new show on the go so I haven't been doing that, but still, every once in a while I'll try to find an episode from any season of either show in which I don't have the whole thing memorized, and I can't do it. Doesn't matter how long I go without revisiting them, I'll still know every line that's coming when I put an episode on.

Can't quite say the same about the US Office, but that's a big one that I've used over the years to substitute as a go-to "watch a random episode" show when I was trying to take a break from 30 Rock and Parks and Rec so I wouldn't have them quite so memorized. And I've seen all of Community a bunch of times, have also rotated it in as the go-to rewatch to break up the 30 Rock and Parks and Rec at times, though earlier this year I rewatched some early episodes and realized there was some stuff that I didn't remember. I fixed that by rewatching what was meant to be just the Ian Duncan episodes (to accompany listening to John Oliver's Bugle), but turned into rewatching almost the whole show.

Garth Marenghi's Darkplace I didn't discover until last year, but I immediately recognized it as a genuine work of genius (I'm not being joking or hyperbolic there, everyone should watch it) and a fun thing to rewatch and try to count the layers of jokes. UK Office I've only seen twice, once when I was in high school and everyone watched it, and once this year. It's a good show. It's fine. It's hard for me to tell how much of my "I mean this is good, I'm not sure I understand the claims that it's the best sitcom of a generation" reaction was genuine or just because I saw it through a prism of not liking Gervais. I definitely think the more recent movie was genuinely bad.

What I'm trying to say is that overall Nish Kumar has excellent taste in return-to-all-the-time comfort shows, and if his comedy career ever takes a turn for the worse so he needs something else to do with his life, he could always take a position as my best friend.

(I say this with apologies to my current best friend, and as I write this I realize that very weirdly, Nish Kumar has technically met my best friend. I mean, he's seen him. We sat together at the front of Nish's show and at one point Nish asked me if I knew the guy next to me. Probably a thing he had to ask instead of assume because my best friend looked quite out of place at a Nish Kumar show, visibly a jock among nerds. My best friend is a wonderful man and I do love him, but all my efforts to make him watch 30 Rock have failed, so yeah the offer to replace him is on the table.)

[zirhlikuzgun]

January's classic experience: A classic saga of January's good-old adventures (prior to the Pokémon experience) - Part 109 = {Driving Ib and Ib - Part 109 🠊 The Triss team's sitcom show - Part 109 🠊 Parody adventures with Luffe and Sjanne - Part 109 🠊 The Angora guys by night - Part 109 🠊 Fritz and Poul (ft. Split) records their livestream commentary for "January and co.'s hero-brave sad-to-fab quest thru their hero-brave journey from sad to fab" - Part 109} ▶ [Mr. Müller's audio/video commentary for "January and co.'s hero-brave sad-to-fab quest thru their hero-brave journey from sad to fab"] January's hero-brave journey from sad to fab - Part 109 = [Mr. Schüster's audio commentary for "January and co.'s pre-historic quest"] January and co.'s pre-historic quest - Part 109 = January and co. saves the day, to break the pre-historic spell - Part 18: January and co. fights those crises in Planet Madson - Part 4: January and co. defeats EVE and R7038XX ⁄ January and co. obtains the full version of the eight melodies

And now, back to the show.

...slightly off-mark, as he accidentally hits the party, by hitting one of January's friends as well, thru critically wounding Conan, so however, Cid then transports January and co. back to the cottage, where Conan is critically damaged from the fight, and evenutally, Conan are severely injured, by realizing that one cannot win all battles simply using brute force, and he stays in the cottage to heal, but anyway, Cid are forcing to rejoin the ream, so he rejoins the party again, and then, January and co. continues to climb Mount Madson, as they trek up the mountain, by taking a boat out on the Madson lake and while they're trying to cross a lake in the center of the mountain path, they're suddenly sucked into a whirlpool which brings January and co. into George's abandoned underwater laboratory, where they find George's benevolent large robot named EVE, who explains that she was built with the purpose of protecting January in his time of need, and are at the same time claiming to have been built by George to protect January, so she joins January and co. on their adventure, but just then, however, the glass windows in the lab then give way, flooding the lab and whisking January and co. back to dry land, and then afterwards, after the laboratory had been flooded, January and co. leaves for the mountain's peak and continues their trek, by learning that EVE is so powerful that she can kill enemies in a single blow, cause January and co. are getting some good help of EVE who helps them ascend, cause that's exactly why EVE is so powerful that she can kill enemies in a single blow, but however, another robot (implied to be an upgraded version of the one fought at the cabin) are suddenly attacking them at the summit, cause EVE are suddenly challenged by R7038XX, who had become an upgraded variation of R7038, so now suddenly, R7038XX and EVE are then dueling on the mountain, as R7038XX gains the upper hand, but however, as a last resort, their quick ascent ends as EVE sacrifices herself to defeat a large robot, so however, with all of the sudden, EVE self-destructs, by destroying R7038XX in the process, hence George's robot gets self-destroyed to destroy it, by leaving it behind the seventh part of Queen Mary's song, hence the wrecked EVE had now been revealed to contain a melody for January to learn, so now with that, January and co. are therefore finding a chip in EVE that plays the seventh of the eight melodies, and then, ahead at the peak of the mountain, they continue up the mountain until they reach a cliff near the park, where they find a cave barricaded by several immovable rocks, and eitherway, along with the cave, they find George's gravestone, well just then, suddenly, some crystal fragments appears and it reveals George's spirit who contacts January, by teaching him the final melody, and he therefore relays to him the final melody, and then, after learning this melody, January and co. are therefore heading back to Magicant to sing the full song to Queen Mary, so now, when they had traveled back to Magicant, January and co. relays the full song back to Queen Mary, as January sings the melodies that he had learned to Queen Mary, and then however, she recalls the rest of the song, by recalling the melodies along with her adopted young alien brother named Giygas, thus teaching January the eight and final melody in the process, and reminisces about Giygas that she loved as her own brother, and eventually, just as Mary does not just only remember the song, she casually remembers that her true identity is Maria, George's wife and Giygas' former caretaker from a long time ago, cause she reveals herself that she is George's wife, Maria, and she explains that she sang the eight melodies to Giygas as a lullaby and that she and Giygas loved each other very much, akin to a mother and her son, and then however, just as she had revealed herself as Maria, especially that she had realized her true identity, Maria passes on, as she therefore vanishes, thus Magicant, which had been revealed to be a mirage which had been created by...

We'll be right back after the break...

#January and co.

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Did Ryan Reynolds 'steal' Matthew Perry's character from FRIENDS? Here's what we know Matthew Perry seems to believe that fellow actor Ryan Reynolds drew inspiration from his iconic sitcom portrayal and incorporated similar performance elements before achieving fame in the entertainment industry. Confidential sources close to Perry reveal his unwavering conviction that Reynolds borrowed his character and delivery without ever acknowledging it publicly. Matthew Perry's decades long resentment towards Ryan Reynolds Insiders disclose that the Friends actor has carried these sentiments for over two decades, unable to find closure. The focus is on Reynolds' involvement in the late 1990s sitcom Two Guys, a Girl and a Pizza Place, where he inhabited the character of Michael Bergen for four seasons. During this period, Perry strongly suspects Reynolds may have observed and emulated certain aspects of his beloved Chandler Bing character from Friends. The depth of Perry's conviction stems from his deep emotional connection to Chandler Bing and the significant impact the character made on popular culture. As insiders explain, Perry's portrayal of Chandler resonated deeply with audiences worldwide, making it understandable why he might feel unsettled by potential similarities in the deadpool actor's work. ALSO READ: Why is Matthew Perry apologizing Keanu Reeves for his memoir? Here's everything we know   Matthew Perry responsible for Ryan's successful career? According to an insider, Ryan's sitcom Two Guys, a Girl and a Pizza played a pivotal role in shaping the Red Notice actor's artistic identity as both a performer and a creative force in the industry. It served as a blueprint for his distinctive voice and ultimately influenced his career trajectory as an accomplished writer and producer. Ryan Reynolds swiftly ascended to stardom in Hollywood, seamlessly transitioning from television to starring roles in blockbuster films such as Deadpool, Free Guy, and numerous others. While Reynolds has never explicitly acknowledged Matthew Perry's character as a source of inspiration, sources emphasize that from Perry's perspective this is irrelevant. The insider further revealed that Perry finds it particularly irksome that Reynolds has never made any reference to the alleged influence. However, it is crucial to note that Perry does not harbor any aspirations of achieving the same level of success as Reynolds. Perry is known for his candid acknowledgment of the detrimental impact his own struggles with substance abuse had on his life, recognizing the near-fatal consequences it posed. ALSO READ: Ryan Reynolds was reluctant to remarry after his divorce from Scarlett Johansson: A look at their relationship   [ad_2] Read More

[seraphiism]

𓆩 ღ 𓆪 𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐍

( if i were to live a thousand years, i would belong to you for all of them. )

chara : ran haitani fandom : tokyo revengers quote cr : michelle hodkin

nights with ran are never quite what you expect. if you went back in time, told yourself what routine fell on said day, you'd think you were lying.

it is 10:29 on a friday night. you are lounging on the couch, fingers absentmindedly combing through blond and black strands. ran sits cross legged on the ground before you, attentively watching the television before he scoots back against the couch, wedging his way between your knees.

"this is, uh, very domestic of you."

ran looks up at you, brows raised in question.

“what is?”

“i dunno,” comes your hesitant voice, “we’re watching a family sitcom together while i play with your hair -- because you asked me to, by the way.”

“want to do something else?”

“no, i like this.”

your response comes immediately without a single thought; the words are so genuine that ran smiles instinctively. his gaze focuses once more on the screen, the apartment filled with silence once more. you roll your eyes occasionally at the cheesy jokes they throw in, curious how much the writers get paid for this, but you do like this. you like spending time with ran and finding solace in each other’s presence. you like being with him and knowing that you could merely just sit together and you would still be happy.

the show you’re watching is about marriage and settling down-- the ups and downs of having that hectic family life, one you don’t imagine you would have in a very long time, if at all.

it piques your interest in a weird way, truthfully, and before you know it, you’re thinking about your future : where you see yourself in the years to come, whether life will be kind to you, and whether ran will always be by your side. the words spill out without much consideration, and you almost regret it, afraid of where this conversation could possibly lead.

“ran ran, do you ever think about that stuff? getting married and all?”

of course he wouldn’t, is the initial thought; you’re both so young-- it’s not like ran has had the most ideal lifestyle for such things. being in a gang, getting into endless fights -- it’s the farthest thing from peace and tranquility, but you’re still here, despite it all.

ran pauses. you almost sense a newfound tension in his shoulders, but maybe you imagined it -- but what if you didn’t? what if you fucked up and brought up a topic he wasn’t comfortable discussing yet? what if --

“not really. why, you wanna get married to me?” ran looks up at you again, a familiar grin on his face. it’s annoying-- it’s really annoying, and you hate the fact that your face burns up at this teasing. maybe you were paranoid for no reason. “let’s get married, then.”

"wh--"

his grin grows wider. you didn’t know it could do that. gross. 

you stammer on your words, feel your soul ascend to the void-- somewhere ungodly, probably, and ran doesn’t say a single word. not one word. he watches and waits, entirely amused. he’s serious, he is. he’s never really thought of things in the long run; marriage has never seemed like it would be in the cards for him, but then again, life has a strange way of playing out.

“stop looking at me, ugly. watch the show!”

“you didn’t say no.”

“so?”

“so? try again later?”

you can feel your blood pressure shooting through the roof. with your face on fire and that stupid, smug expression on his, he divides his attention to the show. you start messing with his hair again, mumbling under your breath in purpose of shifting the topic to something less embarrassing.

"did you want french?"

"a french kiss?"

you stare at him, entirely deadpan as he meets your gaze for the third time in what feels like twenty years.

"braid. did you want a french braid, dumbass?"

"you can do whatever you want if you kiss me."

you sigh in defeat, shake your head at his nonsense, and lean down to kiss him. he smiles into the affectionate gesture, all too amused at your theatrical annoyance.

“i’m going to cut your hair, then.” you murmur against his lips, laughing when he chuckles at your half-hearted threat. the strings of your heart ache with a tenderness as you gather the courage to speak again, your body still warm from his touch. “i’ll marry you, dummy. but we’ve got all the time in the world, so let’s wait, okay?”

ran blinks at you in utter shock -- he didn’t think he’d get this far. he swallows hard, takes a few moments to process what you’ve said, and now he’s grinning-- again.

“try again tomorrow?”

“ask me again and i’ll really cut your hair, ran.”

“day after tomorrow?”

“why don’t you look up if it’s possible to get divorced before we even get married, baby?”

ran laughs when you protest as he climbs onto the couch with you, effectively draping himself over your body. his lips meet yours in another kiss, one that begins and ends with a promise of a happy future and ending.

( he’ll ask when the time is right, when all the cards are in place, and when that day comes, he will know it to be his fondest memory with you. )

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyorev x reader #ran haitani #ran haitani x reader #this was supposed to be broken up in little parts but i didnt mean to write this much so i just made it a stand alone #but maybe i'll write a lowkey part 2 or smth . do not perceive me i love him ur honor #don't ask me why ! he is lame and yet i #.: writing

[majestyeverlasting]

Hello! Congratulations on your one month Tumblr anniversary! I just discovered your blog and I love it 🥺

Could you please do prompts 1 and 2 with tfatws!Bucky x reader please? Or any Bucky that inspires you the most! Maybe something a little flirty, if that's okay with you of course, but mostly fluff? I was thinking of Bucky and reader in the early days of their relationship and it could be the first time they spend the night together and they do cute stuff like a night routine, or they just enjoy each other's company?

Thank you so much and congratulations again! ❤

Hi, thank you so much! Also, here's your crown for being patient: 👑. This is such a cute request so I really hope you like the direction I took it in. I tried to sprinkle in a bit of everything you asked for. There's cuddles, kisses, and some sweet and intimate moments in bed. Happy reading!

♡ Prompt 1: “Look at your arms… I gave you goosebumps.”

♡ Prompt 2: “Close your eyes, I promise you’re gonna like it.”

Then Came the Sun

At the beginning of the evening, your knuckles met the wood of Bucky’s apartment door three crisp times before the air in the hallway grew quiet again. The only sounds that remained were the buzz-like hum of the complex’s lights and sirens wailing somewhere off in the distance. You remembered staring at the small, silver plate that his apartment number was engraved upon. When the door finally opened, you were met with his warm eyes and easy smile.

Time passed like the flowing waters of a river from that point on. Carrying you from an initial state of nervousness, to a place in which you were much more comfortable. Enough so to truly admire and familiarize yourself with the space he called his home. In the kitchen, you read the short grocery list that was pinned to his refrigerator with a small black magnet; even offering to go shopping with him sometime within the coming days. And once in the living room, you picked up the stack of old polaroids that rested on the lower tier of his coffee table, flipping through them as he watched.

But what delighted you most of all was the way your touches began to linger longer than they ever had. The two of you eventually found yourselves on the couch and sharing a snack of popcorn. And though the TV played charming, little vintage sitcoms, you were much more engrossed in each other. Bucky was the one who finally grabbed the remote and turned it off. He settled back into the cushions with a content sigh, and pulled your legs into his lap.

That’s when he started telling you stories. About his parents, childhood, mission, and other fascinating things he’d experienced over the years.

But there was one that struck you as particularly funny. It was about him and his boyhood friends staying in a cabin overnight and scaring each other with stories about what lurked outside. It was the mental image of a young, terrified Bucky that was humorously endearing. Because the man he’d grown into was someone who didn’t jump or flinch at anything—let alone scare from stories about monsters in the dark.

What made you crack was when he admitted that he let out one of the loudest screams of his life that night when his friend’s dad abruptly came to check on them from the neighboring cabin.

Your tiredness surely played a part in why you found it so amusing. Nevertheless, your melodious laughter ascended within the living room.

Bucky’s face became alight as if he’d just been exposed to the most beautiful sound he’d ever heard. But it was late, he remembered. And the walls happened to be rather thin. So as a few stray chuckles escaped him, he pulled you closer, and softly urged you to shhh between pressing kisses to your cheek. You repositioned to bury your face in his chest as your amusement dwindled.

He was warm and sturdy. After a few residual giggled bubbled up out of you, you straightened back up to meet his gaze.

A measured exhale left you. “I’m sorry. Everything’s ten times funnier when I’m tired—gosh, this is embarrassing.” You scooted away from him and covered your face with your hands, shaking your head. He pulled them down.

There was a kind sparkle in his eyes and a smile pulling at his lips. “Hearing you laugh like that only makes me wanna spend a million more nights with you.”

Heat crept up your neck. “You’re just saying that so I don’t feel like an idiot.”

He snorted. “You’re not an idiot. And I meant what I said.” You gave him a playful roll of your eyes. “C’mon, let’s start getting ready for bed, pretty girl.” He pushed himself to his feet and extended his real hand to you, wiggling his fingers. You accepted it and allowed him to guide you to his bedroom.

Upon entering into it, your bags were on his bed where he’d placed them when you first arrived.

“You can have the bathroom first,” he said as he parted from you and began to pull off his shirt. You could see the faint ridges of his ribcage and abs. By the time he was completely shirtless, you hadn’t looked away and his gaze happened to meet yours. All he did was give you a little smile that made your chest flutter as you began to pull out your pajamas from your overnight bag.

You casted another glance over at him not too long after. He’d stepped out of his pants and was adjusting his plaid blue boxers to rest higher on his hips.

“Buck?” Your voice came out smaller than you’d intended. He raised his brows. “Would you mind if I wore one of your T-shirts?”

“Got a color preference?” You shook your head. Before going to dig through one of the dresser drawers, he caught the way you pulled your lower lip between your teeth to prevent yourself from smiling. “Let’s go with this gray one. Wanna catch it?” You held your free hand up to let him know you were ready. When you caught it, he murmured, nice.

Upon making it into the bathroom with your sleepwear and toiletry bag, you paused to take a good look at yourself in the mirror. If you weren’t being deceived, you appeared to be glowing. You looked happy. After changing, you began to brush your teeth, taking in the modest bathroom. A few of Bucky’s toiletries rested on the sink counter and there was a medicine cabinet that likely held others. You went against your curiosity by not opening it for a peek. The air smelled faintly of men's deodorant.

A knock sounded moments later as you were in the middle of washing your face.

“Yes? I’m almost finished.” You said as you rinsed the cleanser from your face.

“I was just gonna ask if I could step in for a second.”

“Yeah, it’s fine.”

And eventually you found yourself sitting on the closed lid of the toilet as he started his night routine. There was something wholesome about watching him brush his teeth for the first time. He peeked at you through the mirror a couple times and you made faces just to see the way he smiled around his toothbrush.

When it came time to crawl into bed, there was so much gratefulness within your heart. Being with him compared to no other feeling that you had come to know.

Along with the rustling of the sheets, the faint sound of the city bustling to life could be heard from the world outside. Bucky’s back was turned towards you as he got situated, and you watched the graceful rippling of his muscles as he got comfortable beneath the sheets. Then he rolled over to face you.

The dim lamplight and your proximity allowed you to notice details about his face that you hadn’t before. There were a few freckles peppered over the bridge of his nose. There was also a small scratch on his left cheek tucked amid his stubble. Meeting his gaze allowed you to see the earthy tones that were flecked within his irises.

His lips curled into a smile. “Ready to shut the lights off?”

You reached out to run a quick finger over the freckles on his nose. “Mhm”

After switching your bedside lamp off, you expected him to follow suit with his. But he studied you instead—in a fascination that suggested were worth beholding. It made you feel as though you were bare before him. As if he could somehow see the thoughts that dwelled in your mind and the passions that lived within your heart. You wanted to hide and let him in in the same breath. He had the type of eyes that promised safety. Under their gaze, seconds stretched like minutes.

He’d never looked at you quite like that before.

“What is it?” You asked in a sweet murmur.

He shook his head. “Nothin.’ Just thinking.” With that he moved to turn his lamp off, leaving the two of you in the dark. His proximity registered in your mind all the more, his presence tangible. “G’night,” he added.

“Good night.”

Neither of you moved for the first couple minutes. Being by each other’s side in that way that was new. But before long, you let your foot drift to meet his in a gentle brush. Bucky remained still. Then you let it trail further up his calf, and felt the minuscule twitch of the muscle. You were waiting to see if he’d do something. But he laid there and welcomed the feeling. The moment you stopped, however, draped an arm over your waist beneath the sheets.

“C’mere,” he murmured.

The two of you shifted so that your back was pressed to the front of his body. His fingers slipped under your shirt—his shirt—to trace the soft skin of your stomach. He never let them stray any higher than the immediate space around your belly button. The sensation sent a pleasant warmth through you.

Even after a whole night of being with each other, that moment seemed to carry more weight than them all.

The sheets that were draped over your shoulders smelled like him. You were in his bed; the private place he retreated to rest at the end of both good days and those that could have gone better.

As Bucky’s exhales graced the back of your neck, the newness and intimacy of it all began to truly establish itself as a reality. You became all the more grounded in it when his soft lips met the nape of your neck. A shiver traveled down your spine and faded away despite how long you wished you could've held onto it.

Upon opening your mouth to say something, no words came out. You weren’t sure what to say. Or if there was really anything to say at all. Bucky’s fingers were still on your stomach. And even though a slight daze had taken residency within your mind, you managed to realize that he was drawing tiny hearts with the tip of his index finger. You huffed a laugh.

“What?” You could hear the smile in his voice.

“Are you drawing hearts?”

Bucky chuckled. “M'surprised you could tell. I’m terrible at drawing ‘em.”

“Not as terrible as you think.”

The two of you continued talking for a little while longer. You weren’t sure when you fell asleep. Awakening the following morning brought both familiarity and an inexplicable spark of excitement. Similar to the feeling of waking up in a hotel room while on vacation. Except Bucky’s room was worlds better.

Your back was turned towards him, but you admired the way sunlight shone into the room from the space around the closed blinds. Everything appeared to be dipped in a toasty golden glow.

When you rolled over he was laying on his stomach, cheek pressed into the pillow and pink lips parted. Because the sheets had lowered to pool at your waists, his back was exposed. All it took was gently scratching the space between his shoulder blades for his eyes to flutter open. They were a bit puffy, and he blinked a few times before smiling and letting them slip closed again. It had been forever since he’d woken up to a gentle touch in the morning.

He shivered when you spidered your fingertips down his spine. And the hair on his arm raised as you went on to caress his bicep. You smiled and moved to press a kiss to the top of his shoulder. “Look at your arm, Buck... I gave you goosebumps.”

“I know.” There was a rasp to his voice.

Having remembered what he traced on your skin the previous night, you decided to trace a little heart in the center of his back. He must’ve been able to tell because he propped himself up and reached for the small journal and pen he kept on his nightstand.

He faced away from you as he jotted something in it.

You poked his back. “What are you doing?”

“You’ll see in just a second—okay, done,” he said. “Now close your eyes, I promise you’re gonna like it.” So you did.

And when you opened them, you were staring at a page with two hearts drawn in black ink. They looked nice. Quite rounded, but nice. “I thought you were terrible at drawing hearts.”

“You boosted my confidence last night.”

“Somebody would pay good money for that drawing, you know?” You were only teasing. “An original piece by the James Buchanan Barnes himself.”

That made a laugh rumble through his chest as he placed the journal back on the nightstand. “How 'bout you buy it?” A lazy smirk crept across his face. “I’ll accept payment in the form of kisses.”

“Then consider me sold.”

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[incorrectquotesconaisseur]

SO GUYSSSS I JUST FINISHED READING RULE OF WOLVES AND WHAT THE HELL???? I am a MESS

(so here are my thoughts that I had while reading it)

❗❗RULE OF WOLVES SPOILERS❗❗

• Lol Nikolai has a horse named Punchline, I love him so much

• Sankta Zoya Y E S

• Nina is sooo badass I love her - Brum needs to die btw

• Fjerda is a little shit

• "If not for Nina, their blessed termite eating at the heart of Fjerda’s government" - did I mention I love Nina?????

• Nikolai is a freaking mastermind and I love him

• OMG THEY HAVE AN ANTIDOTE FOR PAREM NOW???? HELL YEAH take THAT Fjerda!!!!

• Nina adopting Kaz's mindset when back at the Ice Court is what I live for

• UGH THE APPARAT

• Nikolai is soooo in love with Zoya I AM GOING CRAZY

• Zoya's "you forget that in Kerch greed is a virtue" gave me MAJOR Kaz vibes... I miss my crow babies

• Maybe it's an unpopular opinion, but I don't really like Ehri

• ZOYALAI NATION, HOW ARE WE??? ARE WE CRYING?

• I just REALLY love the found family trope and seeing everyone gathered in Zoya's rooms and Zoya curled up on the couch next to Genya I just AAAAAAAAA

• I absolutely adore the whole concept of the Darkling's prison and the CONSTANT sunlight he has to face HA - Alina vibes

• OMG "bring me Alina Starkov" WHAT THE FUCK I have literal chills ESPECIALLY after seeing the S&B trailer:)

• Nina being so confident in everything she learned from the Crows gives me so much serotonin I WANT MY BABIESSS

• Oh my god... I like prince Rasmus, he gives me major Nikolai vibes

• I draw immense satisfaction from Kaz and Zoya using "podge" as their preferred curse word :))))

• NIKOLAI CAN SEPARATE HIMSELF FROM HIS DEMON???? King behavior

• HOLY SHIT ALINA AGREED TO THE MEETING here we go again, fam

• I'm seeing Nikolai talking a lot about accepting his death and being undisturbed by the prospect of it and it feeaks me out - if he dies, I die with him

• Random, but: they need to get the thorn stuff from the Order of Sankt Feliks or whatever, right??? Maybe they have to steal it... and they would require expertise... MAYBE SOME CROWS PLS???????? (I am such a clown)

• Okay wait... so the letters that prove Nikolai is a bastard are in the druskelle sector... PLEASE TELL ME NINA HAS TO BREAK IN THE ICE COURT the fact that she is back there ALONE makes my heart clench so hard... I MISS MY CROWS

• FUCK ALINA SHOWED UP (also Oncat apparently and now I want to cry about Harshaw again)... AND MAL I can't take this I AM HYPERVENTILATING

• I AM LEGIT ON THE FLOOR Yuri is still there FINALLY understanding that the Darkling is evil AND NOW MY MAIN MAN GOT HIS POWERS BACK oh, I love the chaos

• NIKOLAI FUCKING CARRIES ZOYA'S RIBBON IN HIS POCKET nobody fucking touch me

• THE WEDDING IS FOR GENYA AND DAVID????? I AM SOOO CONFUSED what the heck

• Nikoali is the most fucking badass amazing cunning freakishly intelligent idiot I have ever seen in my entire life, my love for him is immesurable, I cannot put into words just how awesome his awesomeness is TAKE THAT MAKHI YOU BITCH

• OH HELL NO the demon is trying to escape SMACK THAT BITCH NIKOLAI BABY

• Oh wow, Rasmus is crazyyyy af he isn't anything like Nikolai my perfect boi SORRY

• OMG Nikolai's dad us a good guy??? I feel so sorry for him... SO NIKOLAI WAS RIGHT TO BE A ROMANTIC huh

• FUCKING HELL again with the nichevo’ya???? Darkling bby, what the HECK

• Nononononooo NO NOOOO NOT DAVID WHAT THE FUCK LEIGH

• "This is what love does" one of the most powerful quotes tbh

• Wait... they want to???? STEAL??? titanium from the Kerch??? .... DOES THIS MEAN.... C R O W S?????

• Okay but... the Darkling's POV? POWER MOVE I love it!!! And the fact that he uses Aleksander as his name with zero reticence now is just *chef's kiss*

• I'm sorry but... I don't like Mayu's chapters I AM SO SORRY I DON'T

• Nina is my badass queen STEP ASIDE PEASANTS

• All these SoC Easter Eggs and mentions are driving me insane

• Idk why but imagining the Darkling drinking beer is sooo funny to me

• I AM LOSING MY SHIT they are in Ketterdam KETTERDAM does that mean ....DOES THAT MEAN ....I better see my Crows or I am throwing hands

• The Zoyalai conversations in this book are KILLING me

• OH MY FUCKING GOD so Kaz took the Emerald Palace over and renamed it THE SILVER SIX???? LIKE???? I AM LEGIT CRYING???

• Ummm...Zoya, honey, WHY do you want to VOLUNTARILY stay away from Nikolai, HUH?????

• THE ONLY REASON HE AGREED TO HELP NIKOLAI WAS BECAUSE HE GUARANTEES INEJ'S PROTECTION if that's not L O V E idk what is YAAASSS KANEJ

• FUCKING SHIT JESPER!!!! IT'S JESPER!!!! WYLAN!!!! I AM FAINTING MY BABIESS

• The Crows' banter is WHAT I LIVE FOR

• Kaz is the most cold, badass and calculating motherfucker on the planet, I love him soooo much

• No NO NOO JORAN IS THE ONE WHO KILLED MATTHIAS????? HOLY SHIT I am sooo scared LEIGH WHYYYY

• Kaz's reaction to Nikolai's demon is legit the funniest shit ever

• Kaz and Nikolai are bffs - THIS IS HEADCANON LEAVE ME BE

• Queen Leyti has severely disappointed me

• I am having waayyyyy too much fun reading about the Darkling among blindly faithful monks - this is the stuff of sitcoms

• (I know the Crows only had a cameo and they won't pop up again, but I can't help desperation wanting to see Nina reunite with them and PLEASE GIVE ME INEJ!!!)

• Honestly, it's pretty cool getting to have a look in the Darkling's head - it's SUPER fucked up

• OOOOO the blight vs the Darkling = the only confrontation I want to see

• FATHER AND SON REUNION

• I don't care much for Hanne x Nina, but I have to admit that they make a very cute couple

• FUCK THEY BROKE STURMHOND'S BLOCADE FUUUUCK

• WAIT NO it was their plan all along HOLY SHIT electricity RULEZZZZ who knew physics would prove THIS useful???

• UUUGHH FUCK THE APPARAT I am so sick of this guy - Zoya was right, they should have killed him

• I am really pissed at the Darkling- YOU FUCKING ACKNOWLEDGE HOW MUCH RAVKA NEEDS YOUR HELP, YOU SEE NIKOLAI'S BRAVERY, YOU KNOW YOU CAM HELP, AND YOU DO NOTHING??? BRO WHAT THE FUCK

• HELL YEAH ZOYA IS A DRAGOOON fuck some shit up sweety Y E S

• MY SKIN IS CLEARED AND MY CROPS ARE WATERED BY THE DARKLING RAISING A MOB TO CALL ZOYA "SANKTA"

• Also... the Darkling winking at Nikolai? FLERT

• WHAT THE FUCK???? HANNE DIED??? holy shit, why???? WHY CAN'T NINA BE HAPPY???????

• Nikolai is an absolute SAVAGE in a debate

• Idk what to think abt Rasmus... he was kinda badass for standing up against Brum

• SOLDIER. SUMMONER. SAINT. slap me and call me a hoe I SCREAMED WHEN I READ THAT

• ZOYA AS QUEEN, SIGN ME THE FUCK UP

• Okay I stan the Darkling again

• ZOYALAI IS CANON I REPEAT ZOYALAI IS CANONNNNN

• OKAY WOW HANNE IS A FULL-ON BADASS yep, I stan

• I really???? LOVE??? this ending for the Darkling??? Idk but it is VERY fitting

• ALINA!!!! AT ZOYA'S!!!! CORONATION!!!! my life is complete

• FUCKING SHIT INEJ!!! INEEEEEJJJJ my queen my love AAAAAA

• The conversation at the end between Alina, Zoya and Genya DESTROYED ME

• STEALING THE HEART OF SANKT FELIKS yes please BRING THE CROWS BACK!!!!! I NEED ANOTHER CROWS SEQUEL!!!!

• I fainted, I ascended, I DIED at the last page

• NOW I NEED A SEQUEL!!!

• Leigh, you ARE goig to write what happens next, right? RIGHT? RIGHT????

#rule of wolves #row #row spoilers #rule of wolves spoilers #leigh bardugo

[wandaposting]

so, wandavision episode 8 went 80% flashbacks

stuff i liked!!

SO THAT’S OUR SALEM FLASHBACK

brown hair brown hair!!

the child actors who played baby wanda and pietro were adorable

the family gathering around for vhs bootlegs of old sitcoms was also more endearing than i expected

i heard the words “probability hex” and my soul ascended from my body

she was a baby witch all along :]

marry kathryn hahn challenge, yes

i do vibe with the way westview happened in that she did it in a fit of grief without even realize how or why

it was very sad :( flashbacks very sad

CHAOS MAGIC IS ON THE MENU, BABEY

no but the chaos magic scene was visually v nice

stuff i didn’t like!!

yeah so they deadass volunteered for hydra and how exactly were they going to “change the world” from that we have no idea, wh*don fucking up my vibes even 6 years later 💀

hope of agatha sticking around as mentor... dwindling... but i’m still wearing those clown shoes!!! squeak squeak

questions

how tf are they gonna fit the rest in one more episode

we still don’t know paul bettany’s guest star cameo, unless he was referring to himself in a visionbowl scene lmao (but sookie said this was not the case??)

fietro was under agatha’s compulsion all along yes!! so peter maximoff reveal next yes?? no??

where is monica

so is “scarlet witch” now the name of some entity like “the phoenix” is or s/t

and what was that shot of wanda staring at comics wanda descending from the heavens

hayward u sneaky fuck??

#wandavision spoilers #wandavision

[heywriters]

I know how much people love a good character development story, but is there such thing as character devolvement? Like, a character starts off being the pinnacle of the goodness of humanity, but as the story progresses, the character becomes a morally reprehensible leech? I would love to see &/or watch a great fallen hero story, but I barely see it ever.

Macbeth and every story that's ever copied Macbeth (Breaking Bad, for example, or Darth Vader). Nice guy character ends story as infamous villain.

Character development is a neutral term, meaning simply that the character is fleshed out as the story progresses. Lack of character development means there isn't much to them to begin with, and they usually exist as a prop for the plot to move around. Characters in sitcoms and children's media tend to have little development for the sake of entertainment or educational purposes.

A character arc however cannot be truly neutral since it implies change. The word provides a visual, a curve with a beginning point, a peak, and an end point. An arc can be inverted, for instance, if the character starts out on top, plummets, and has to climb up again. In the case of Macbeth archetypes, the arc ascends as he gains power, but you can imagine a second arc representing his morality that starts out high and gradually descends as he goes nuts. That's what I imagine anyway.

My best guess as to why we don't see too many Macbeth-type stories is because they are generally depressing as hell. Most people want a hero they can imagine themselves as or can imagine will help them, and then they want them to come out on top. Macbeth-type characters tend to be the serial killers, maniacs, and dictators of history, and humans in general don't enjoy giving them glory or relating to them. Macbeth is most satisfying when other characters finally get their revenge on him, but still the audience is left thinking "Could any of us become like Macbeth?"

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[noxrose]

How I’d cast the The Lost Boys CW show

I’m going to list my first choice and then other possible good choices for each role. I’ll give a reason for why I picked each one. I did some updates to my original post ;) 

David 

Originally portrayed by Kiefer Sutherland.

My first choice would be  Tommy Martinez. 

He is gorgeous and alluring, but still maintains quite an edge in his roles. He managed to really stand out as a wild and dangerous gang leader on Riverdale. He is currently doing a stellar job playing a super sexy sensitive bisexual artist on Good Trouble. I think he do a great job playing David leading the Lost Boys through all their antics. 

Other options:

Nathaniel Buzolic

He played the extremely smart cunning trickster, Kol on the Vampire Diaries and The Originals. He can also do comedy like he did on the sitcom Significant Mother. He can play charismatic psychopath just looking for fun quite well. That seems like a good fit with David. 

Douglas Booth

He is an actor with range. He’s played Nikki Sixx in The Dirt to Romeo in Romeo and Juliet. He has been in films like Jupiter Ascending and Pride and Prejudiced and Zombies. He’s played lots of characters. I could see him playing David. 

Avan Jogia

He could totally channel David’s intensity and charm like it was nothing! He’s played all kinds of characters in so many things! My favorite was Danny Desai in Twisted. 

Star

Originally portrayed by Jami Gertz. 

My first choice would be Emeraude Toubia.

Star needs to be stunning enough to have caught both David and Michael’s attention and  Emeraude Toubia is one of the most stunning women you’ll ever see! She also displayed some amazing acting skills on the show Shadowhunters as Isabelle Lightwood. Her and Jamie Gertz also have a similar look which is a plus. 

Other options:

Danielle Campbell

She did an amazing job playing a young woman discovering just how powerful she could be on the CW’s The Originals. She could go from scared and vulnerable to a fierce force to be recon with. I think that could work for Star.

Ivana Baquero

She did an splendid job playing Eretria on the Shannara Chronicles. She portrayed her character’s wit, cunning and heart quite well. It seems like a good fit for Star.

Vanessa Morgan

She is an extremely talented actress who has played compelling characters on Finding Carter, The Shannara Chronicles and Riverdale. Each character has been very different from the one to another, but all are done well. A thing all of them have in common is a certain edge and compassion to them. Compassion with a bit of edge is quite like Star. 

Michael Emerson 

Originally portrayed by Jason Patric.

My first pick would be  Alberto Rosende. 

Michael needs to come off sweet, but still capable of being a badass.  Alberto Rosende was able to do that on Shadowhunters with his character, Simon Lewis. Alberto just feels like a great fit with the character of Michael Emerson. 

Other options:

Landon Liboiron

He did a brilliant job playing Peter on Hemlock Grove. Landon knows how to acting out a character’s inner struggles quite effectively. We all know Michael Emerson has a lot of issues with inner struggles. Landon is also good at portraying physical struggles as well. Michael seems to get into a few of those too. He gets bonus points for looking a bit like Jason Patric. 

Jordan Rodrigues

He played the really good and charming character, Matt Tan on The Fosters. He is also a professional dancer. I could see him being a good Michael Emerson.  

Alex Saxon

He has a habit of playing charming good guys with a heart of gold that end up in crazy situations on shows like Finding Carter, The Fosters and Nancy Drew. He also has piercing blue eyes like Michael did in the Lost Boys. 

Dwayne 

Originally portrayed by Billy Wirth. 

My first choice is Booboo Stewart 

He is a brilliant actor and part Native American like Billy Wirth is. Booboo has done a great job playing badass characters like Warpath from X-Men Days Future Past and in American Satan, but has also done very dramatic and dynamic roles like he did in White Frog and The Last Survivors. He was able to show off his dancing skills in Disney’s Descendants movies playing Jay. He just feels like such a perfect fit for the role of Dwayne! 

Other options:

Zach Villa

His character in American Horror Story 1984 gave off such major Dwayne vibes the entire season! He was so good in AHS 1984! His look often reminds me of Billy Wirth, so he gets bonus points for that. 

Martin Sensmeier

He is another Native American actor that I could see playing Dwayne. He did awesome job playing Red Harvest in the Magnificent Seven. He didn’t have ton of lines and often had rely on acting with just his face and body langue. He pulled it off. Dwayne wasn’t a very talkative guy in the Lost Boys. It’d be good if his actor was good at face acting. 

Jade Hassouné

I saw him on Shadowhunters playing Meliorn. He often stole the scenes he was in with just his sheer presence. He didn’t get a ton of lines, but he did some great face acting and he made the most of the few lines he got. I could see him pulling Dwayne off well. 

 Paul

Originally portrayed by Brooke McCrater (RIP).

My first choice is  Machine Gun Kelly for Paul.

If you have seen him in Netflix’s The Dirt playing Tommy Lee, you know why he is PERFECT to play Paul. He completely captured Paul’s wild manic positive and yet some how still chill energy. I could really see him pulling off Paul’s look as well!  He is just perfect for the role! 

Other options:

Thomas Doherty

He was a ton of fun to watch with the manic energy he brought to the role of Harry Hook in Disney’s Descendants series. He could be a fun Paul to watch. 

Marko

Originally played by Alex Winter. 

My first pick for Marko is  Jordan Connor.

He do a good job playing the hot head Sweet Pea on Riverdale. I could see him do a good job channeling Marko’s impish energy! Also, the idea of Marko’s character being the tallest cast member makes me giggle. 

Other options: 

Austin Butler

I could see him having a ball playing the tricky Marko. I’ve seen him play various characters in Arrow, the Shannara Chronicles and the Carrie Diaries. Bonus points form the blonde hair and blue eyes like Marko. 

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