Keith had heard of merfolk before, multiple people had claimed they were real but he had thought nothing of them. He had always thought mermaids were nothing but a tale for little children. But now, on the floor of the boat, a very real, very scary merman sat, well lay, before him, gasping for breath with a long slice up his side and a large hook sticking into his flesh. His razor sharp teeth and intimidating tale gleaming with blood did nothing but intimidate Keith.
“S-shiro! Come here!” Keith stumbled back and fell to the floor as he hit the side of the large boat. The fisherman come skidding around the corner at the sound of the shout but he too, yelps in surprise as he took in the sight of a bleeding merman before him.
“o-Oh” Shiro mutters and quickly makes his way over to the creature. He takes one look at the hook and winces. He couldn’t just leave the thing to suffer, so he had to act quick.
“Sorry about this.”
Shiro yanks the hook out and immediately puts pressure on the wound, the creature passes out after a loud wail of pain. “Go and get the big tank, we can’t chuck him back, he’s injured and bleeding.” Shiro tells the shell-shocked Keith who hesitates before taking action.
They get the creature bandaged and in the tank filled with water, not without great difficulty, however. The unconscious merman had been heavy to lift, hard to lift over the top of the tank. Once it was all done and the creature was resting in the tank they sat back and let the situation sink in.
They had caught a merman.
Now, in this day and age it wasn’t unheard of people catching out of the ordinary things like colossal mutant squid or oddly beautiful sea creatures but this, this was a different situation entirely. Keith and Shiro had been on the sea for many, many years, since they were practically kids, actually. They had been catching sea creatures and only a handful of times did they get anything other than the normal fish or shark, sometimes they would reel in something they themselves didn’t even know of. But never a merman.
The relationship between misogyny and romance: a SJM study
Why female desire* isn’t problematic, but A Court of Thorns and Roses is.
In which I wade into an issue in depth, praying that the flame war gods do not strike me down.
**Please note that this essay discusses only the misogynist elements of SJM’s writing in the ACOTAR series. There are obviously other problematic elements that require acknowledgement, but this is the one I feel confident in addressing. I haven’t read any of ACOWAR yet.**
*also, female desire in this instance refers to the desire of thepresumed female reader of romance. The reading of romance and YA is obviously not exclusive to women, although a lot of the assumptions of SJM’s work ascribe to the concept of a binary gender.
You get to write 3x08 of Supergirl. You can do whatever you want with it and the writers have to make 3x01-3x07 lead up to it. What's your pitch?
OH SHIT I LIKE THIS ASK THIS IS MY IDEAL EPISODE:
ok so 3.08 starts off w maggie and alex and lena and kara having dinner together at a nice fancy restaurant. there’s laughter and banter and maggie’s giving lena this look w a smirk. lena stands to pay the bill, kara goes to the bathroom and maggie just turns to alex and is like ‘so, lena is gay and in love with your sister’ and alex just laughs and then is like ‘what?’ lena and kara come back, lena says something flirty to kara and maggie just smirks at alex. alex is shook.
NEXT SCENE the four of them are walking in the dark, the night is dark and brisk. maggie and alex walk with their arms linked, kara and lena hang back and stroll together. soft flirting is exchanged. they are soft gays. alex gets a call, her and kara go to the deo. maggie convinces lena to get a lift home on her motorbike.
j’onn gives them the details of their case - some alien perps using space technology. winn says is using the computer to track the heat signatures or some shit. he makes a comment about their double date. kara is blushed and flustered, alex is like ‘omg kara likes her too’. shook af. winn finds the alien perps.
kara is standing by alex’s locker as she gets into tactical gear, she’s saying how much she liked dinner and she’s glad maggie and alex get along w lena. alex puts an arm on kara’s shoulder and asks her if she has feeling for lena and that she can tell alex anything. kara gets angry, says she’s still mourning monel - she storms off
MEANWHILE BACK AT THE LESBIANS: maggie and lena are at lena’s office. lena apologises, saying she had to pick up something from work and that maggie can go, she’ll get her driver to pick her up. maggie says not to worry. lena offers maggie a drink. maggie accepts, but just a small one. the bitch is a responsible driver. lena pours a huge drink and sits down at her desk, looking at the file. maggie asks if everythings ok. lena opens up about her father’s estate, she has paperwork to go through about it. she talks about her shitty mom. maggie hesitates before telling her simply about her parents. lena nods in solidarity and pours her a bigger drink.
alex and kara do their mission, there’s a sick action scene, and at the end, alex - ever the big sister - questions kara about lena. kara gets super angry and flies off in a huff. j’onn raises his eyebrows, says something dadlike, like give her time and space to figure stuff out. alex sighs and says she knows, she’s just worried she’s rushing into things w a lena.
kara is at the place where monel got yeeted, the open field. she sits in the middle of it. she doesn’t cry though, she just sits hugging her knees staring at the stars. alex finds her there, and sits beside her, grumbling about being too old for sitting on the ground. ‘you don’t need to tell me anything’ alex says ‘but i want you to know that whenever youre ready to talk about anything, monel or lena or whatever it is, i’ll be here because i love you’ (kara hasnt spoken at all about monel up until this point, refusing to whenever someone tries to engage her in that conversation). kara turns to alex and she says ‘i thought i love him, but i…. i don’t miss him like i’m supposed to. i regret that i had to send him away, i regret that we didn’t get the time we were supposed to have together, but….. i don’t miss him’ and alex knows that kara doesnt need her to say anything to make it better. she just needs a hug. alex throws her arm around kara’s shoulder. kara sighs and leans into it. alex’s phone beeps and she opens a message and laughs. ‘let’s go get maggie from lena’s, those idiots’
CUTSMASH TO THE LESBIANS AGAIN. lena and maggie are having a dance party in lena’s office. grunge music is playing and theyre both super drunk. we’ve never seen lena like this. neither has maggie. lena trips over her own feet and lands on the floor, laughing. maggie drops down next to her, clutching a bottle of scotch, also laughing. she turns off the music. ‘so what’s the deal with you and little danvers’ maggie asks and lena’s like ‘is it that obvious’ and maggie’s all ‘lmao im a professional lesbian’ lena’s all soft and talks about how much she likes kara and how she’s an idiot for falling for a straight girl, even more so a fuckin super. maggie says dont count her out just yet, maggie’s seen the way kara looks at lena and it’s decidedly unstraight, and the fact that lena’s a luthor means shit all to kara. lena cries. maggie gives her the bottle.
nek minit, alex and kara turn up. ‘let’s go, drunky’ alex says, picking maggie up and leading her from the room. maggie hugs lena before she goes and is like ‘ur my best friend now im love u no homo’ alex offers to give lena a lift home too, but kara says she’ll sort it out.
after alex and maggie leave, kara picks up lena and puts her on the couch. she can see lena’s been crying and she asks what’s wrong. lena looks into kara’s eyes. her hair’s a mess and her eyes are bloodshot and she looks terrified.
‘i think im falling for you kara’. kara’s breath hitches and very very very slowly, lena leans in. kara is still. she doesn’t stop her. they kiss. it’s soft and tender with an air of passion that kara hasn’t felt in a long time. they pull apart.
‘i’m sorry lena, i cant do this now. not yet’ she flies away, knowing she has to figure out her shit first.
back at alex’s alex is getting maggie into bed which is proving difficult. suddenly, kara’s in their living room and she’s teetering on the edge of breaking down and then alex catches her and she’s crying in her arms. maggie’s still drunk as a skunk but she grabs her phone and she texts lena and just goes ‘kara’s here. r u ok?’
and then cut to lena and she’s still alone in her office and drinking. she takes a deep breath and says ‘i will be’
It was December and the whole of Hogwarts was preparing for Christmas. It was one of the most anticipated events in the year- Christmas break. Students were packing their cases in their cosy dormitories. All fires were emitting an enjoyable warmth that made everyone feel less like an iceberg.
You were in your (y/h) dormitory, sitting cross-legged on your four poster bed watching everyone get packed. You were staying at Hogwarts for the holidays as your parents went for a ‘winter break’. Quite a lot of sixth years were staying. One of those was Draco Malfoy, the guy that everyone despised. He was kind of attractive in his own continuously-angry way. He always kept watch on the trio- Harry, Ron and Hermione. They were also staying. Draco was left alone without his own gang, Crabbe and Goyle. Looks like Draco is a solo artist in his stalking mission this Christmas. He had a ‘slight’ obsession with the three Gryffindors; he always tried to get them caught. Whenever something suspicious was occurring, Draco was up and sprinting to Snape’s office. It was as if he was a robot mechanised to report to Snape all the time.
As soon as every student that was packed and ready for the train left, you went to the library where the trio was hanging out. You walked over to their table to say hi and ask how they were since you had to socialise with someone during this rather boring Christmas.
“Oh…erm, hey (y/n)! Staying for Christmas are you?” Ron stuttered whilst trying to close up the book he was so passionately reading.
“Yeah, I am. How did you guess?” You couldn’t help being sarcastic when Ron asked such a pointless question. Ron blushed and turned back to looking at the cover of his book while Harry and Hermione laughed at your remark. You felt bad for making fun out of Ron so you quickly apologised and left them to their thing. You were walking through the aisles of books when all of a sudden you felt a determined tug on your shoulder. The force of the tug made you bump into a bookshelf behind you. To your surprise, Draco was standing there, impatiently looking at you and the mess you just caused.
“What the f-” you were cut off by Draco dragging you out of the library discretely but confidently so that Harry, Hermione and Ron didn’t notice anything. You tried to question him but Draco just squeezed your wrist even more to indicate for you to keep quiet. He guided you all the way outside to the Forbidden Forest. It was freezing cold and you weren’t wearing appropriate clothing. You were wearing just a pair of skinny jeans and a t-shirt while Draco wore pretty much the same as you but he was wearing a black shirt and coat with his black jeans. His pale skin and platinum blond hair faded in with the glistening snow. His blue eyes looked colder than ever before. He looked like he meant business. He turned to face you as soon as you two were deep in the forest. Draco looked around to make sure no one was there watching you.
He looked straight into your eyes with a serious expression. He licked his lips and parted his lips to speak.
“What book was Weasley reading?”
“What? You brought me all the way out here to ask me such a pointless question? You’re fucking ridiculous!”
“What was the book called?” He was stern with you. He looked like he really wanted answers but you just weren’t in the mood to tell him anything.
“Go find out for yourself, I’m not your little messenger Malfoy.” You began to stomp back towards the school when drastically you felt yourself being pushed forward. You turned around to see Draco punching the rock-hard tree. His knuckles began to bleed as he punched the tree even more.
“For fuck’s sake (y/n)! Can you not just tell me the name of the goddamn book?!” He was enraged. He was practically losing all of his sanity. The blood from his knuckles trickled down onto the delicate snow. Your eyes widened when you realised that he was storming in your direction. He looked like a mad man- his knuckles were bleeding, leaving a trail of dark red blood on the snow, his eyes were focused on you and his body was as stiff as anything.
“Draco, I didn’t mean to-”
“Shut up! You’re fucking useless! Get out of my sight or I will kill you with my bare fucking hands!” He was panting heavily, clearly from his anger. He walked towards the school with great speed. You were cemented to the spot you were left in. Your heart was racing and your mind was a mess. You thought he was really going to hit you or even kill you. Anyway, after 3 minutes of just standing there pointlessly, you made your way to the school.
~30 minutes later~
You were just walking through the dungeons for no apparent reason. You were indeed going to spend some time alone here so you might as well explore the castle.
You noticed a black figure racing towards you, clearly set on it’s target. You tried to ignore the person by looking down at the floor as you continued to make your way through the dungeons. Draco grabbed your forearm and, once again, guided you to some place.
“Will you ever leave me alone?” You shouted at Draco provocatively. Why couldn’t he just leave you alone for the day? What did he want now?
He didn’t reply to your question. Shortly, you realised that he was taking you to the Slytherin common room. He stranded you in the dark common room as he shut the door. No other Slytherin stayed at Hogwarts for Christmas, it was only Draco. He walked confidently towards you keeping his head low but his eyes were on you the whole journey. He stood frozen in front of you, not doing anything. After some time you decided to question him but you were straight away cut off by Malfoy.
He grabbed your face and abruptly crashed his lips to yours. His movements felt rushed and hungry for some attention. His vein-covered hands held your face in place forcefully so that you wouldn’t even nudge. Chaotically, your hands found his chest and attempted to push him away. He kept his hands stubbornly on your face, keeping your lips locked to his. To be honest, touching his chest was a blissful experience. His torso definitely was nicely shaped and muscled. His kissing skills weren’t bad either although your lips didn’t even work with his.
You had to think quickly- you couldn’t show Draco that you wanted him to do this to you. Your hand fell to Draco’s cock. Misleadingly, you were rubbing him through his jeans, making him smirk into the one-way make out. This was an indicator to grab and squeeze the hell out of his dick. He pulled away rapidly as if he was just burnt by boiling wax. He scowled and glared at you. Before he could process what you did, you ran for the door. As soon as you reached for the doorknob your back hit the cold stone wall. Draco pressed his body against yours, placing his hands on either side of your head. You were trapped.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, little Miss (y/h)?”
“I-” You stammered but were quickly muted by a furious Draco.
“Now I’ll have to teach you a lesson, won’t I? You need to learn to respect people.”
He pushed his leg in between your thighs, positioning himself forcefully near your vagina. His face was just inches away from yours. His minty breath was hitting your face slowly. You kept your face still while Draco was eyeing you up and down and biting his lip sensually. He was irresistible. He moved his lips near your ear.
“You’ve been rude to me today and I don’t like that (y/n). You have really angered me and now you have to pay the price for what you have done.” He murmured into your ear just above a whisper. His hands wandered to your waist and trailed up and down your figure. Your breath began to pick up speed as Draco’s eyes explored your whole body. He licked his lips in appreciation of his sight and the slightest moan escaped his lips as his hands cupped your breasts. Although you were greatly enjoying this intimate moment with Draco, you couldn’t lose the fight. You tried so hard to concentrate on something else other than Draco’s thigh rubbing forcefully against your skinny jeans. A tingly feeling grew in the pit of your stomach. You wanted Draco, or anyone for that matter, to make you cum. In these sort of situations, you usually break and end up sleeping with the person luring you into their pants. You had to admit, Draco looked pretty fucking hot against your body with his eyes fixated on your face, waiting patiently for a reaction. After a minute or so of having Draco touching your whole body and rubbing his thigh against your jeans, you gave up.
Your lips parted and let out an exasperated moan of pleasure, also causing your hips to grind in unison with Draco’s leg. You caught him by surprise which just made him smirk right at you.
“You like that, huh? Couldn’t resist me any longer?”
All you could do right now was kiss Draco passionately.His lips felt magical- they were smooth and definitely knew how to kiss. Your hands flew up to his hair, tugging on large strands of hair violently. He groaned into your lips, sending a wave of excitement to your sex. Your hips rocked into his leg even more, wanting him desperately inside of you. Draco’s lips were viciously biting,sucking and licking all over your neck and jaw. It was obvious that he was turned on. You tilt your head back so that Draco can get better access to your neck. He was leaving hickeys all over you, letting everyone know that you were in there with him. Good thing that there was barely anyone in the castle during the holidays and you could wear a scarf to cover yourself up. With every hickey he printed on you, you moaned in appreciation of his doing. This made him smirk more than he already does on a daily basis. He detached himself from your neck and looked straight into your eyes with a hot, flushed face and his hair sort of messy. He licked his top teeth imitating a vampire.
“Its getting kind of hot here, isn’t it? Want me to take this all off?” All you could respond with was a soft moan. Draco’s breath became heavy all of a sudden. He had you right under his control and you were ready to oblige to his commands. This turned him on more than anything. He liked being dominant.
“If you want me naked then you’ll have to strip it all off yourself.” Your eyes opened up and Draco could instantly see the sparkle in them. Hastily, you shook his coal-black coat, followed by unbuttoning his inky shirt. His torso was completely bare now. His skin was a beautiful pale colour and his muscles were sharply defined. You ran your hands down his torso in a figure eight. Your cold hands made Draco shiver and breath in deeply. You leaned against his torso and began to suck under his collar bones and right under his jaw. It was evident that these were his soft spots as his jeans bulged even more than before. When your hands reached the top of his jeans, your hands gently dropped down to his zipper. Your fingers were fiddling with his zip, teasing the weakened boy.
“Jesus fucking Christ, just unzip it (y/n).” Draco was growing impatient with your teasing. You obliged to his command and unzipped his jeans, dragging them down with his boxers instantly. His member sprung out of its cover. It was already covered in pre-cum. Draco let out a blaring moan which echoed across the common room. He finally opened his eyes and drastically threw your top across the floor followed by your jeans, bra and panties. Both of your bodies were fully exposed to each other.
“Fuck (y/n), you’re so-” You cut Draco off with your lips before he could even finish his sentence. You two were a complete mess- your make out was wet and chaotic. Your hands tangled in Draco’s hair, messing his usually-perfectly-gelled hair. His hands darted to your thighs and slightly pushed you up while squeezing. Straight away you knew that he wanted to fuck you against the wall. You jumped up and let your legs dangle on either side of Draco’s lean body. Draco was keeping you in place by forcing you against the wall and holding the back of your thighs. Due to him having to hold your whole body up, his arms were covered in veins. He looked so mesmerizing. You were both steaming hot and in need of each other. Draco didn’t wait any longer and he slammed into you, his full length filling you up. Your screams bounced off every single wall in the common room as Draco’s thrusts grew in speed and force. His head was down on your breasts, leaving hickeys all over you again. His lips escalated to your jaw, where he left a trail of hot kisses down to your collarbones. Your breathing turned into panting. You felt yourself getting closer and closer to your climax.
“I’m close..” You managed to blurt out in between your heavy panting. Automatically, Draco put more force into his thrusts, hitting your g-spot repeatedly.
A few seconds later, you let yourself go and you cummed all over Draco’s member. This must have stimulated him as you noticed his eyes closing and his lips parting slightly. His hips decreased in movement but became more intimate. You rocked yourself on his cock slowly to ease you both down from your high. Soon enough, Draco pulled out of you and placed your feet back on the ground which resulted in you dropping to your knees from the previous event. You felt really weak but really great at the same time. Both of you were trying to catch your breaths. Draco looked down at you and lightly laughed.
“You okay there? Want to go to my bed?” You nodded in approval. Draco threw his black shirt to you and he put on his own boxers to cover himself up a bit. You obligingly threw his shirt over yourself. It smelled of him; his specific scent. He always smelled like a crisp-cold morning in the woods. It was pleasant. You practically drowned in the shirt but it was a good thing as it covered your butt. He looked you up and down and smirked again.
“You should wear my stuff more often.” Confidently, he walked to where you were sitting down. He picked you up bridal style and carried you up to his dorm room where he laid you on his bed. As soon as you were safely on his bed, he walked over to the other side and joined you. He took the duvet and covered both of your still-steaming bodies. He cuddled up to you with one hand resting on your waist, pressing you close to him. You both instantly fell asleep as soon as both of you relaxed and made yourself comfortable.
How did everything lead to this?
. . . . . . .
Thank you to everyone who read this! This is my first Harry Potter related story. I decided to write a Draco smut with no other parts to it but I felt like there has to be more to the story. This is going to be a story with parts to it so that its not a super long read all at once!
Any comments/critique is welcome and appreciated!
I am open to taking any requests- oneshots, imagines, stories, ships, sortings, etc. :)
the awesome @skittycat21 requested a continuation of my fic, ‘what I wish they showed us after the party’ which takes place after 2x08. But chronologically, the balcony scene is what takes place after that scene so I decided to rewrite that instead according to how I wish it happened (because we can all agree that that conversation was hopeless, also they discuss the suicide attempt in that previous fic so I left it out here).
The early morning sun crept up on Brooklyn almost warily and Alec watched from Magnus’ balcony as the streets became busier and busier. Magnus cautiously made his way out to Alec, already anxious that he was anywhere near a balcony considering recent events. Standing next to Alec, Magnus weaved a hand between Alec’s arm and torso. He could already hear how hard Alec’s heart was beating.
Alec looked down at Magnus’ hand which rested on the ledge next to his and opened his palm. Magnus immediately interlaced his fingers with Alec’s and turned to rest his chin on the Shadowhunter’s shoulder. He smelt of soap and coffee, and Magnus’ heart clenched at the thought of him having to leave to the Institute soon. Alec relaxed into his boyfriend’s touch as Magnus leaned in to tenderly press a kiss to Alec’s jaw. Normally, such an action would have caused Alec to tense up, but right now it was just what he needed.
Magnus turned back to the city and leaned the side of his head on Alec’s broad shoulders. Alec closed his eyes and breathed in the calmness that Magnus brought with him. “How many Downworlders do you think live in New York?” asked Alec.
“I don’t know,” replied Magnus. “But they’re not all your responsibility.”
Alec let out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding and squeezed Magnus’ hand. “But you are,” said Alec in a small voice and Magnus’ heart broke.
Magnus muffled his mouth into Alec’s shoulder, smiling at the boy, and pressed a kiss there. He didn’t know what he had done to deserve someone so caring and loyal. Most people would have run away by now – they had run away. But Alec was so determined to hold onto any kind of feeling he hadn’t had before. And Magnus didn’t know how to deal with it. “I can take care of myself, Alexander,” replied Magnus, only half-jokingly. If there was one thing he didn’t expect from Alec, it was the boy risking his own life for him. Maybe Magnus thought he didn’t need it, or maybe he thought that he didn’t deserve it.
Alec leaned the side of his head to Magnus’. “I know, but it can’t have ever been this dark,” he whispered and Magnus realised just how scared Alec was.
Squeezing Alec’s hand tighter, Magnus could feel his heartbeat increasing. He wasn’t talking enough. And after the incident at the party, that was one of the most dangerous things Alec could do right now. “Talk to me, Alexander.”
Alec clenched his jaw and bore an expression that Magnus hadn’t seen on the boy before. Magnus could feel Alec’s hand becoming sweaty as he repeatedly shook his head and took several steps back, releasing their hands. “I can’t, I… I don’t know how,” stated Alec, breathing hard and swallowing air.
Although some would argue against it, Alec had naturally been a very anxious person. He was just extremely good at hiding it. Alec was never relaxed, not until he met Magnus. Whenever he was around the man, Magnus balanced him.
It became clear to Magnus that Alec had never really had someone that he allowed himself to be vulnerable around, nobody to be able to get his anxious thoughts out on. He made sure to be the most composed around Izzy and Max, in desperate need to prove that he could always protect them, that he was the level-headed one. And he just felt downright embarrassed to bring up the issue with Jace or his parents.
“Hey, hey, hey…” said Magnus, reaching a hand out to place it on Alec’s tense back. He began to stroke the base of Alec’s neck but it only appeared to make Alec more uneasy. He abruptly turned away from Magnus’ touch to which Magnus recoiled his hand. A look of immense worry took over his face.
“There’s so much at stake here and I…” Alec pulled at the collar of his shirt in an attempt to ease himself. “I can’t breathe,” he choked out helplessly and Magnus felt his stomach churn.
Alec stumbled back onto the armrest of the outdoor bench, too preoccupied to take a proper seat. Magnus stood in front of him, reaching out to Alec’s shoulder and pulling his head into his chest. “I’ve got you, you’re alright,” he said in a soft tone, stroking the boy’s back. “You’re okay,” he continued, fingers moving to run through Alec’s hair as he pressed reassuring kisses onto the top of Alec’s head.
Alec coiled his arms around Magnus tightly, breathing in every bit of him, making sure that he was still here. Alec hated feeling so weak, he was supposed to be the collected one. He felt like he had no right to be in this emotional state now. His life wasn’t at threat, after all. But Magnus made him feel comfortable enough to be in this state unapologetically.
Alec felt Magnus’ fingers tingling against his scalp and didn’t protest when streams of magic helped calm him down. “I’m sorry,” Alec murmured and Magnus frowned. “I know I’m meant to be strong right now-”
“Don’t apologise,” said Magnus firmly. “Look at me.” Magnus lifted Alec’s chin up. “I’ll be honest, there’s not much that I can reassure you of right now. But if there’s one thing that rings true, it’s that we’re going to be okay.”
Alec’s eyes darted between Magnus’ eyes and mouth. He was so close. “You don’t know that.”
“Maybe I don’t. But I’m here, now, whatever you need,” Magnus said, stroking the spot under Alec’s glazed eye.
Alec knew he was falling in love – fast – and yet, it was the most calming thing in the world.
i hope you enjoyed, let me know what you think! if you have any prompts or scenarios for me, please head over to my ask box.
The Night Manager: Secrets of Le Carre revealed at TV Festival
The BFI Radio Times Festival hosted key members of The Night Manager’s cast and crew last month, with Oscar-winning director Susanne Bier, executive producer Simon Cornwell and cast members Alistair Petrie and Tom Hiddleston sharing backstage secrets on this magnificent edge-of-the-seat spy thriller.
There will be some paraphrasing – you try deciphering my notes a month later! And apologies to any of the speakers if I attribute a quote wrongly or misquote.
Radio 4’s Front Row presenter Samira Ahmed was on hand to chivvy the info out of them.
What made you want to do it?
AP: The scale – even though it was the BBC – the settings, the budget to make it happen. Thanks to Tom and Hugh’s involvement, AMC and others got on board. The budget worked without being gratuitous.
SB: I come from low budget film, so I’m used to expanding small into something worth looking at.
SC: The budget was bigger than many films, we were free to do stuff we wouldn’t normally do.
SB: The story is about being drawn into the world of lavishness. You can’t do that without it being rich. Crucial was Roper’s location. That would set the bar for everything else.
A lavish location was key for The Night Manager
TH: The crew make it look more expensive than it was. The interior of the Alps hotel was inside tents! It’s a testament to an impeccable crew.
SC: When we found the Majorca location – originally Greece in the script – we had to rewrite.
AP: The private jet was a cardboard loo roll.
SB: It was a private jet!
AP: There was a guy with a light pretending to be the shining sun. Secrets revealed!
(At this point, Susanne’s reactions made it unclear whether AP was making this up!)
We revisited the clip of Danny’s attempted abduction, closing in on Pine’s eye through the hole in the door. Remembering how the tenseness set in almost immediately, you could almost taste the IMAX audience relive the original moment. The panel discussed how that frantic scene came together.
SB: Whenever you direct a scene you have one single idea. We had this leisurely, relaxed scene completely turned over.
AP: Susanne’s method is to go straight into rehearsal, thrust straight onto set. The crew can get nervous when cameras aren’t turning and you’ve nothing in the can. There are so many elements of the story to fit in but endless rehearsal means everyone knows where they should be. Being in the middle of it is a privilege.
The panel discuss the intricacies of a busy scene
SB: You have an idea, you collect material. You know this particular moment is going to be there. There needs to be real emotion. You don’t see the actors acting, you’re in the emotion. And child actors are just as ambitious as adults.
TH: The casting of Hugh Laurie was genius. His presence, his casting presented a conflict, so affable and likeable (in comparison with evil Roper) he (Roper) is charming, funny, loves his family but is responsible for awful things – all the stuff is paid for by arms.
SC: That scene was a Masterclass in acting and directing. A brilliant piece of construction. It’s in the book but came alive on screen.
AP: The nanny was the director’s daughter, Alice, just 19. I felt like a creepy old man but she put me at my ease: no, we’ll have a dance, no worries.
They moved onto the fire alarm test scene, where Pine breaks into Roper’s office looking for evidence.
SB: This shows why Tom is so brilliant. What he does, he thinks, “Who is Roper? Where would he put stuff?” Not many actors can do things just with their face like Tom.
TH: It’s my favourite scene in the book and a testament to Le Carre. You read it with a propulsive momentum. The internal compulsion within Pine is active even when he’s still. It’s classic suspense, a ticking clock time window. The props were chosen carefully: Churchillian. Boxing. Stalingrad. Roper’s fantasy of powerful statesmen yet rough enough for a boxing ring.
We took a moment to appreciate the glory of Tom Hollander in the restaurant scene where Corky loses it.
Corky tries to warn Roper about Pine
TH (jokingly): The manhandling was improvised. He didn’t ask permission. I’m scarred for life.
SC: John le Carre loved the whole experience on set. The scene is in the book but not so bold and exciting.
SB: Tom Hollander went way more extreme than we’d all anticipated.
TH: It was such a pivotal scene and so exciting. The moment of Corky’s demise and Pine’s elevation to the top rank. JLC was magnificent in that scene. Pine settles him quite quickly in the book but JLC refused to be settled – like any great actor, he forced me to achieve more.
SB: I had to direct him to accept the apologies! He was: “What about her? What about him? (being brought their correct food). Well, I think this is very shoddy.”
AP: We’re on the coffee and mints by now on the next table.
“I must apologise for my friend’s behaviour” “I think you bloody well should!”
Pine v Roper
TH: The whole character was an exploration of the malleability of identity. There is something broken and unique about Pine. All his grief curled up inside. It’s why he’s a night manager, he hides behind darkness. Burr identifies that Pine is able to slide between characters. He had to embrace the side of himself that is quite like Roper. They’re looking in a mirror divided by a moral red line.
AP: My dad was an RAF pilot who came across interesting people. One guy became a good family friend. Great company – but he was a legit arms dealer. There was a disconnect between the job he did and what it led to, and the human being. You start with the human being, before the ‘what do you do?’ They do normal things and you layer in everything else.
We’re reminded how Roper likes to show off his arsenal – and then Pine blowing it all skyward.
SB: You need the scale and the drama of the explosions but it was a metaphor of the shoot out between two men. Roper doesn’t know how powerful Pine is until then.
AP: Looks bloody good on IMAX!
TH: There could only be one attempt at the explosion, everything after that had to be shot very fast while we had the smoke and flames. Hugh is magnificent. He realises he may have lost and loses his cool.
Capturing lightning in a bottle
AP: Dr. House, put the gun down! Sometimes, when you’re pressed for time, magical things can happen. Tempers can get frayed. Then it crackles and Hugh grabs the gun, unscripted. An extraordinary thing captured under time pressure. We were blessed with catching lighting in a bottle moments.
SB: In a way, limitations can be advantageous. It forces you to be accurate and push the boundaries.
Twitter got a bit shirty over Pine having sex with the women he rescued after they were tortured – apparently, even Bond doesn’t do that.
SB: That’s not true – Jed is rescued by Olivia Colman. I don’t think they had sex.
TH: He’s in love with Sophie. She awakens his moral duty and he’s motivated partly by guilt.
Any scenes that took you to the brink?
SB: Every day! There’s always an element of not knowing what’ll happen, it’s part of the creative process.
TH: Fight scenes always look violent but have to be very safe. I love shooting action, it’s choreographic, like dance.
The will is there for Series 2!
How do you feel, watching it now?
SB: It was a heart in mouth process but now I can sit down and enjoy! It was so much fun to do – none of us anticipated the impact . We showed it at the Berlin Film Festival and everyone loved it. So rewarding.
AP: If you’re really lucky as an actor you get something that strikes a chord. I’m genuinely bonded to the people involved. You share something very special. A special little gang. You’ve no idea the emails I’ve been sending with ideas for Series 2.
SB: It’s a privilege. I’m also sending emails. JLC doesn’t respond – I’m joking – I’m really scared of saying anything!
TH: I’m really proud of the team effort. The commitment and detail of every department adds up to more than the sum of its parts. It’s like a 1000 piece jigsaw landed intact. I couldn’t possibly comment on my email correspondence.
Having raised the bar for TV drama, is there a green light for Series 2?
SC: We are working on a story for Series 2. There’s no book and no Le Carre adaptation without a book. We’d love to see it happen. There’s an unspoken contract with each other but we have to come up with something really great.
It’s the greatest export in British cinema! (Audience member)
AP: Aw, shucks!
We need to see more of the Petrie Dish
If you think Hiddleston a bit of a charmer (yes, yes, me too) it has to be noted I did leave the room with a bit of a crush on the very funny Alistair Petrie. You might say he’s now my … Petrie Dish. #sorrynotsorry
Today’s was a better episode than the last week’s.
The animation needs a lot of improvement and the direction can do the pacing a bit better. Really the story is fine but anime needs work.
Sumire and co got rescued by Naruto(’s clone). I get that she was the most injured out of the three but the amount of focus on her is starting to grate on my nerves. Somehow I don’t like her and this is not the Borusara shipper in me speaking because I also fangirl over Borumitsu (mostly brotp but borderline ho-yay). Something is not right about that girl. Either the insane focus is because she has an intentional (perhaps - the poor orphan girl who just wants her parents and the villain took advantage of this to manipulate her - kind of) part in the attacks or this is just for ship war. The former makes sense somewhat because unlike Denki and Iwabe, she didn’t receive a solo episode. The latter not so much because even Borusara (the almost canon ship) itself is in friendship mode right (I mean they are barely 8 right now). That said I have no doubt if it’s the former, she will be redeemed and will be teaming up with Denki and Iwabe in future. If it’s the latter then….meh. In all honesty, I want to see her as a well rounded character and we got a glimpse of that today when she was watching Wasabi and Namida with their families.
Boruto is such a good person. He is really like a mix of Naruto and Sasuke, so protective of their loved ones. Lol at his shadow clones having an attitude. He actually apologises to Sumire despite it being not his fault. He is becoming my favourite character day by day. That said, looking at his “can do” attitude right now, something drastic must have happened between the six months time period between academy graduation and chunin exams to make him become so demotivated that he didn’t even want to participate in chunin exams and later even cheat in it. Because he was just fine until academy graduation where he “couldn’t wait” to become a ninja. Do I smell another arc in making where Boruto goes on an adventure where he gets screwed up badly and loses his motivation?
Borusara moment was all platonic deep friendship. Sarada noticed Boruto is distressed and dragged him out to lessen it. So cute and shows how observant she is of him. That’s some deep childhood friendship right out there guys.
Naruto, Sai and Shino being reasonable authority figures. Just them being grownups makes me feel so sad yet proud. Sai being hard on himself because he wants to help fellow Root shinobi while Shino being the proud and involved teacher. Naruto…..you really need to sort out your priorities. Your son needs you more than your friend. And don’t pull your son’s ear. He is being a good boy, you will see. Also we see Sakura.
It’s so cool that everyone joins in the BoruShikaMitsu investigation. So badass of the academy students as well as the mailmen. They even come up with a plan and ambush the masked guy. And teams splitting up was so cool. Even Chocho joins in and gets tired easily. And the fight scene was so cool.
Except Sarada. Where is she? This is not definitely because she thinks this is childish game by Boruto, because she knows about the shadow. She possibly went to a reasonable authority figure. Maybe her sensei? Whoever that is.
Mitsuki definitely knows what’s going on. I think his role is just opposite of Sumire’s. He knows dark secrets but I think ultimately he means no harm. And look at that smirk. And god he is walking on water. Such a talented boy.
Borushika brotp is so sweet. He is definitely Boruto’s elder brother figure just like Shikamaru is to Naruto. Jumping in to protect his lil bro from harm.
Denki finally got to do some ninja stuff while Boruto is using his Hyuga style Gentle fist. Denki and Shikadai high fiving. And Boruto sending in a live kunai at the shadow. Just so good. Iwabe and Boruto joint attack was so good.
Metal Lee and Inojin are quickly becoming another brotp of mine. Look at all that bromance. Inojin’s smirk while drawing his sword and Metal’s sass while calling Boruto and co noisy and then getting knocked out just takes the cake.
Tayori-san and the postal bureau chief were cool while we finally get to see the villain or at least his pawn or agent with a mask. Definitely inspired by Miraculous Ladybug.
This villain is definitely going to affect Boruto’s future. I think the series will become darker from here on. Slice-of-life things will be here and there but I genuinely think Boruto is going to be darker than Naruto.
Preview….Mitsuki has to tell Boruto something. Definitely he wants to confess something about this ghost thing or is going to tell Boruto about the sun-moon thing. Either this or Borumitsu is going to sail.
Heyo. Again I’m gonna start this off by apologising for the lack of updates on this, I haven’t even been that busy, I’m just lazy like I have no excuse haha. Thanks to anyone still following this, I really do appreciate it and without messages and stuff this honestly wouldn’t have gone past the first chapter xx.
Feyre had been working for a few weeks at Mor’s coffee shop now. She worked most days when Tamlin was home, and every day when he was out of town for business. Mor loved having Feyre around to laugh with and had even told her last week that her coffee making skills had considerably improved, but Mor would still politely refuse when Feyre offered to make her a coffee.
It was long hours and the morning rush could be hectic at best, but Feyre enjoyed the challenge and it occupied her lonesome thoughts. When Tamlin was home he would disappear into his study for hours or be lost in his own thoughts when they decided to go out places for dinner. Feyre didn’t want to talk to him about his work though as she knew it would just worsen his mood, and he had made it very clear he hated talking about work with her.
Feyre had walked in one morning to see Mor attempting to decorate their specials board with crude attempts at stick figures. Feyre hadn’t meant to laugh but it caught her by surprise.
“I know I’m not very artistic but you know it’s bad when even your stick men get laughed at.” Mor huffed.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have laughed but … does one of them have two heads?”
Mor sighed, “No, it was supposed to be a Christmas hat.”
Hesitantly, Feyre reached for Mor’s chalk, “May I?”
Mor looked surprised but handed the chalk over. She left to keep setting up chairs and tables while Feyre drew. She had a number of paints and canvas’s at home but she hadn’t felt any desire to paint lately, but Feyre got lost in her own drawing and hadn’t even noticed Mor peering over her shoulder.
“Oh my god it looks fantastic!” Mor squealed, making Feyre jump.
Feyre looked it over once, it wasn’t amazing. Done with cheap chalk and in just a few minutes, but it passed for a Winter wonderland scene with snowflakes, reindeer, and people huddled around a fire holding cups of steaming coffee. From then on Mor always got Feyre to decorate the boards after she had written on them.
Mor would sometimes leave Feyre alone for a few hours when it was quiet so she could run some errands and the trust Mor had in her blew Feyre away. Even if she wasn’t always left by herself. Most days Mor’s friends frequented the store such as Amren, a small but wicked looking woman who awed Feyre but also made her want to avoid eye contact. Amren was nothing but friendly towards Feyre and would always leave her an especially big tip so Feyre made an effort to make small talk. Amren owned her own jewellery store where she made her own accessories and was an old friend of Mor and Rhysand’s family.
Rhys’s brutish looking friends, Cassian and Azriel, were also usually hanging around the shop. Their favourite table was hidden away in a dark corner where Azriel would all but vanish in the darkness, but since Feyre had started working, Cassian would drag Azriel to tables that were closer to the counter so they could talk. Despite their imposing looks, Feyre found both of them to be quite friendly towards her and it wasn’t long before she found herself smiling before they had even entered the shop as she could hear their booming voices approaching from halfway down the street. They ordered the same thing every day, just a black coffee for Azriel, no sugar, and Cassian always had the most expensive and extravagant, whipped cream topped coffee they served, complete with chocolate and caramel syrup.
Rhys had so far kept his distance.
One morning after Lucien had dropped Feyre off for the day, Mor had been telling Feyre about an awful customer she had once had when the door swept open. Mor stopped mid sentence to beam at whoever had just entered. Feyre had her back to the door but she knew who it was was from the intensity of the gaze she felt was trained on her back.
“Well look who finally decided to come and check up on his shop.” Mor teased.
“You know I’ve been busy Mor. As I’m sure you’ve also been, training Feyre to make coffees that surpass even your own.” Rhysand purred.
Mor scoffed, “Who told you that?”
“Next time I’m locking him outside in the cold.” Mor laughed despite her icy tone. “Seriously though are you just passing through or staying for a bit?”
Rhys sighed, “I think I need to just sit down and clear my head. Wanna make me one of your famous coffees?”
“Coming right up!” Mor smiled.
“I wasn’t talking to you.” Rhys said, before flashing me a grin and taking his seat.
“How tragic. Disowned by my own cousin.” Mor said shaking her head. “He likes a cappuccino with two sugars.”
Feyre worked at the machine alongside Mor as she made other orders but Feyre could feel that violet gaze fixed only on her.
“How come Rhys hasn’t been around? Cassian and Azriel are always here.” Feyre asked Mor quietly.
“I think he’s just been really busy lately. He gets restless when he’s stressed so I doubt he wants to hang around here all day.” Mor replied as she turned on the coffee grinder.
The loud machine drowned out most sounds making Feyre nearly having to yell for Mor to hear her.
“Is it work related? The stress I mean.”
“Sort of. He works also as a spokesperson for the Illyrian community, making sure no one treats them badly.”
Feyre hadn’t had much experience with these Illyrians as she had only recently moved to town to be with Tamlin.
“Have people treated them badly in the past?” Feyre ventured.
“Oh Feyre, I wish I could say people in this town weren’t discriminatory but the world just isn’t like that.”
“I’ve never heard of Illyrians.”
“Well you live with Tamlin right? He lives in the flashy part of town, the opposite end to the Illyrian people so you probably haven’t ever seen them.”
Feyre finished making Rhysand’s coffee and moved to bring it out to him when Mor added, “He’s fussy about his coffees, sometimes I have to remake them a few times before he’s satisfied so don’t feel bad if he doesn’t drink it.”
“If he complains we’ll see how much he likes hot coffee poured in his lap.” Feyre said before freezing. Mor had turned the coffee grinder off just as Feyre had started to respond allowing Rhys to hear every word.
Deciding to play it off, Feyre continued on her path to Rhys and set the coffee down before him, arching her eyebrow in a challenge.
Rhys grinned up at her before painstakingly slowly, lifting the cup towards his lips. Feyre watched in anticipation and nearly screamed when he suddenly placed the coffee back on the table.
“It’s a little hot. I think I’ll wait for it to cool. Thank you.” Rhys said while giving her a cocky grin.
Swallowing her annoyance, Feyre marched back behind the counter with a grimace. Mor only laughed, before handing Feyre some new orders.
A few coffees later and Feyre looked up as an empty cup was set on the counter. She looked up to see Rhys gazing at her thoughtfully.
“… Was there anything else I could help you with?” Feyre asked, suddenly remembering that for all his jokes, Rhys was technically her boss.
“You changed the coffee.” Rhys said without any hint of emotion on his face.
Mor, who had been out the back gathering more stock, suddenly reappeared and miserably failed at looking like she wasn’t eavesdropping.
“I tried a different blend. Mor’s been encouraging me to experiment.”
Feyre felt the back of her neck dampen with sweat as Rhys failed to respond, only staring at her mutely.
“Did you like it? I can make another if you didn’t. I’m sorry, I know you like it a particular way-” Feyre babbled before Rhys cut her off.
“It’s okay. I liked it. Could you make me another?” Rhys asked, almost shyly. “Please?” He added as an afterthought.
Feyre nodded unable to speak she was so relieved. Rhys moved back to his table while Mor swooped in on her.
“That was incredible, you even got him to use his manners! I didn’t even see you change up the recipe.” Mor gushed.
But Feyre had already begun making a new coffee and wasn’t really paying attention to Mor.
“He always asks about you.” Mor said quietly.
“Nothing weird, just asking how you’re going at work. If you seem happy.” Mor continued.
Feyre said nothing as she went to take out the next coffee to Rhys. He smiled again at her as she placed it down and this time drank from it immediately. Mor watched them from the counter, an odd look on her face.
Over the next few days Rhys would come into the store and ask Feyre to make him a coffee. Sometimes he stayed to chat with her or Mor, other times he would have to leave quickly. Cassian and Azriel asked to try the special coffee that Rhys kept having but neither of them seemed to like it. When Amren asked to try it, she all but spat it back in the cup with an apologetic look at Feyre afterwards, “Sorry, I guess everyone likes their coffee differently.”
Feyre never made Rhys’s coffee for anyone else from then on.
One morning, Rhys was sitting in his usual spot by the counter where he could talk, and more often, tease Feyre, when Mor rushed in.
“I’m sorry I’m late Feyre! Everything’s been okay?” She asked.
“It’s fine, everything’s been going good today except for that weird guy who keeps trying to talk to me.” Feyre laughed while motioning at Rhys.
Rhys just winked and said, “I can’t start my morning without a coffee and your sweet face anymore Feyre Darling.”
Feyre responded with her usual, “Prick”, before turning away to serve a customer.
“She seems to have warmed up to you.” Mor said breezing past Rhys.
When there was no longer any people to serve, Rhys joined Feyre and Mor at the counter. He was staring at the specials board which still showed part of Feyre’s Winter wonderland scene and now also had a drawing of a coffee with a Santa face dusted in the foam.
“Now I know you didn’t draw this Mor.”
“First, I’m offended you think I have no artistic skills. Second, I’m impressed with how well you know me. Feyre is our resident artist.”
“You’re very good, ever think about doing an arts degree?” Rhysand said to Feyre.
“I have… but I don’t really think it’s for me.”
“Why not? You clearly have the talent for it.”
“I already told you, I can’t.” Feyre said angrily.
She turned from him and went to clear some dirty tables. When she returned Mor and Rhys abruptly stopped their conversation.
“Well I’m going to go do a stock order, Feyre do you think you could update the specials board? Thanks!” Mor said chirpily before disappearing out back.
Fear seized Feyre as she wiped clean the board. Rhys hadn’t said anything since she’d finished cleaning and she didn’t appreciate the way his keen eyes watched her. Feyre held up the chalk just inches from the board but couldn’t bring herself to write anything.
“What’s wrong?” Rhys asked, concern tingeing his voice.
“Nothing. I just don’t feel like doing this right now.” Feyre was horrified to feel tears beginning to well up.
Now Rhys seemed really concerned. “Feyre?” He asked. “Are you okay? Talk to me.”
Feyre couldn’t even look at him she was so embarrassed. She fought with herself for what felt like hours. On one hand she wanted to tell Rhys about her biggest weakness. But on the other, she knew she could be mocked for it or even worse, lose her job over it, and Feyre did not want to stop seeing her friends.
She almost said nothing. Almost brushed it off with an excuse. But when she looked up at Rhys’s face, his eyes were so open and trusting. Nothing but understanding touched his gaze and Feyre knew he had already guessed as much.
“I can’t read.”
Rhys nodded as if he knew all along. “Does Tamlin know?”
“And he never thought to teach you? Or get someone else to?” Now there was anger laced in his words. It instantly made Feyre recoil.
“It’s not like that. I’ve never really had to learn. And it’s not like I’m completely stupid, I’ve memorised a few basic words.”
“I’ve upset you. I’m sorry, I don’t think you’re stupid at all.” Rhys quickly apologised.
There was an awkward silence before Feyre spoke again. “I had only just started school when my mother died. My father lost everything to his grief. I dropped out of school to help out around the house. I did paper rounds to get money for food.”
“Where is your family now?”
“A few towns over. When I met Tamlin he wanted me to move in with him almost immediately but I couldn’t leave my family alone. So Tamlin promised they’d be looked after if I went with him.”
“Is that why you’ve never applied to college?”
Rhys pondered this. He started saying something before dropping it entirely. Taking a deep breath he tried a different tactic. “First, let me say that I think you’re incredible for putting your family over your own education. And while it makes no difference to me, and it doesn’t change who you are, but, if you’d like, I could teach you.”
Feyre was speechless. To her, providing and looking after her family had been second nature. No one, not even her father or sisters had ever really thanked her for it. And while it had never caused her regret, Feyre had always hated that small illiterate part of herself. She owned a phone but could barely use it. She had a job but only because it consisted of little reading. It was this that made her reach for Rhys’s hand to shake.
Rhys held her hand for just a little longer than was necessary but it didn’t feel odd to Feyre at all.
I would like to apologise for my absence from CrossDressing and posting on this blog. I do still have pictures to post from BWBG and I still love dressing. I’ve just had no desire to dress for quite a while now, and I do not know when I will next dress in my own clothes or home.
Ever since visiting Cindy the first time I have thought differently about CrossDressing, and I’m glad. It’s made me realise that I want more out of it, I’ve been taking pictures hidden in the bathroom for too long. I was constantly buying new clothes, wigs and shoes to keep things ‘new’, this is not what I want from my hobby. Especially as every item I buy doesn’t even get worn for even an hour a month, it just doesn’t seem worth it. The most ‘at home’ I have ever felt with my hobby has been with Cindy, as it is an accepting environment. However back at home I’m hiding in the bathroom trying to get as many pictures as possible late at night, which just isn’t enjoyable for me anymore. I want more from my dressing however I don’t know what that is, I’ve thought about the idea of modelling ever since Cindy said I would be great at it. That put a huge smile on my face and is probably the happiest moment I’ve ever experienced whilst dressed.
It was also amazing being dressed and having a social aspect to it, at home it is very isolating and the only social aspect I get is online and mostly anonymous. Most of it is also simply complements on how I look dressed up, and not directly about me as a person. When I dress up I’m expressing my natural femininity as an image, my feminine personality. It’s not a form of escapism or another persona, it’s another image of who I am. It’s not another persona or a way of escaping for me, it’s a way of expressing more of who I am. Plus I really love 'women’s’ fashion.
However the fact that fashion is 'mens’ and 'women’s’ really gets to me in a way, it’s more accepting for a woman to be masculine than it is for a man to be feminine. I also think that clothing should be masculine or feminine, so individuals can wear what suits their personality, not clothing simply assigned to their gender.
I do know I would like my CrossDressing to be a lot more social and known. Due to the way it is viewed by society it cannot be simply told to someone like it could most other hobbies. It is best told one-to-one and even that is hard, you cannot be aware of how they will respond. It isn’t simply accepted or disliked. If it is accepted, they may not even ask what dressing means to you or any other questions like that as the fact that society drives you to approach it one-on-one makes it seem that your sensitive about it therefore they do not want to ask anything that may be too personal. This means you have to take time to explain your personal reasons behind it. It may also simply be a result of prejudice, and they may think they know all the answers already where in actual fact it’s unique to every individual.
Even when I want to talk about it with someone who knows, I have to wait until I can talk to them privately to avoid being overheard by others. So even though they know and I’m with them, I’m still hiding it. I do not feel safe talking about it with someone who knows in a public place, which is still very isolating.
It is said to “be the change you want to see in the world” however with societies views on CrossDressing I really have no idea what could even be done or how to even start. As it’s forcing most CrossDressers to stay in the dark, therefore it is not known or understood by most people. If it was seen more often, it would likely reduce prejudice etc. the only hope I can see currently is that some Transgender individuals are beginning to be accepted. This is not the same at CrossDressing but it does give hope that society may one day understand it and accept it.
It’s so in the dark that I myself as far as I’m aware haven’t even seen another crossdresser in person, ever. Just myself. CrossDressers are a lot more known online, however I myself am afraid to step outside dressed up or even tell others about it in a public place. I always worry it could easily cause a scene. I wish a lot more people would see it as interesting like quite a few that I have told do and not something to be concerned about, like it needs 'fixing’ or is some kind of personality disorder.
The fact that I cannot even affect how it is viewed within my own home or family gives me no hope whatsoever that society as a whole will change its views anytime soon. Which I hate, as I do not want to continue hiding it and feeling isolated. I do not agree that it is something that should be, however we’re driven to hide it no matter what we believe. This also means I’d have difficulty going out dressed up as I couldn’t even walk out the door whilst dressed up without letting anyone know I would be doing so.
I have no reason to go out dressed up but if I ever did I don’t know how I’d go about it due to this. I’d also be worried that being dressed up outside may cause a scene or make others feel uncomfortable if they know I’m CrossDressed and do not accept it. I also worry that some may act out irrationally because they see it as 'abnormal’ and others may frown upon it because of their religion or culture.
If anyone who knows me personally has read this, please contact me. Talk with me about it, I wish so much for it to be more social and to not feel isolated offline. Due to the fact that nobody does, I find it hard to talk about it even with people that know because I have no idea how they feel about it and how interested they really are.
If anyone else who has read this feels as I do, understands or has any thoughts. I’d love to talk, on here or on Kik (PinchedSlinky).
Sorry for the slight delay. School has been pegging homework and assignments at me left right and centre. I hope everyone enjoys the story, it’s taken me hours to perfect it. Also, I apologise for the length. Hope I didn’t go overboard. Please show me what you think whether through likes or comments! I’ve done something a little different towards the end. Hope you like it ;)
You were humming. An activity you did so rarely, you surprised yourself. What was even more surprising, was you were taking more time into preparing dinner than usual. Spaghetti and meatballs. Yes, it wasn’t the hardest dish to create, but you weren’t the most marvellous chef and wanted to play it safe. Why was that? Well… a certain red-headed psycho that lived under your roof. It was a forced living arrangement at first, but now, you wouldn’t have it any other way. You found Jerome Valeska, although still slightly frightening, great company. You wanted to impress him in every way possible. Was that strange? Probably. Unusual? Certainly. Worrisome? Absolutely, but you didn’t care one little bit.
Your humming had now escalated to a full-scale acapella session. ‘Without Me’ by Eminem. A favourite of yours. You knew all the verses off by heart and considered yourself quite the raps-woman, although you wouldn’t sing it in front of anyone else. Especially not Jerome. You’d probably die of embarrassment.
Four hours! Jerome was supposed to be home four hours ago! It was ten thirty, and there was still no sign of him. Your stress sweated out of your pores, shredded your nails with your teeth and turned you into a fidgeting mess. Pacing back and forth, checking the clock every other time you weren’t peeking through the curtain.
‘Stay calm y/n. Stay calm. He’s probably just caught up. Yeah, that’s right. Just caught up…’ But a voice in the back of your head decided to rebut.
‘But what if he’s more than caught up. He might have left.’
‘Not without saying goodbye.’
‘Why would he bother with that? It’s not like your important.’
‘That’s not true. That’s not true. The way he acts around me. Those looks. It can’t be an act.’
Olicity heaven (with a bit of hell in the last 4 minutes)
It’s official, season 5 of Arrow has started! It’s a shame the season is so short (starting at 5x17 for some reason. Weird) but I’m enjoying it so far!
I’m only slightly kidding. There was very little about the previous 16 episodes of the show that remotely interested me, and I doubt I’ll ever watch them in full; I saw all the ‘best’ parts in gif-form and short clips and that will do as far as I’m concerned. And you may think that disqualifies me from giving my opinion on the final 7 episodes of the season…but I’m going to anyway. Because what I have to say about 5x20 really only concerns one aspect of the show.
This episode was amazing for us shippers. So many wonderful moments. And a few terrible ones as well, but I’ll save them for last, lest I be accused of harshing people’s buzz or being overly negative.
So first, the positives.
This is gonna be nothing groundbreaking. You’ve all seen the episode; you’ve posted and reblogged and tweeted the gifs, with all the appropriate accompanying squeeing. But let me break down my favs:
What's your favourite version of pride and prejudice?
((OOC: Oooooohhhhhhhhhhooooo boy. I hope you have a cup of tea.
So, I’m going to make this about the 1995 TV series and the 2005 film, because watching 5 minutes of the the 1980 TV version made me die inside, and I still haven’t watched the film from the 40′s.
First off - the 1995 BBC mini-series.
Because it’s a TV series it covers the development of the characters and the nuances of the plot much more comprehensively, because, well, you’ve got 5 hours and 27 minutes of period drama goodness.
The Lake Scene.Need I say more?
Jennifer Ehle is Lizzie. She is perfect and I love her. The same goes for Susannah Harker as Jane. Rosamund Pike is beautiful and it’s a close thing, but…
Actually I think I prefer most of the casting for the TV series to the film, because they just match the characters much better in my mind. But I still really like the casting for the film. The inner struggle is real here folks.
Okay, so you’ll notice that I haven’t specifically mentioned darling Colin yet. Let me be clear. I love Colin Firth with a burning passion in all my soul. ……….but………… *whispers* I actually prefer Matthew Macfadyen as Darcy.
Now look, before you turn on me…
To me Macfadyen’s portrayal is much more natural and believable. We see him through the same blinkers as Lizzie after the initial terrible impression, which obviously get worse once she ‘learns’ about Wickham and Bingley. But then once those blinkers come off you really see how mistaken she’s been. That revelation doesn’t have such impact with Firth’s Darcy. I feel like the pride and the prejudice is more balanced in the film version. Firth’s Darcy is a bit of a haughty dick a lot of the way through, so Lizzie not liking him feels justified - rather than it being about the balance between her pride being hurt and influencing what she believes later and Darcy overcoming his prejudices.
I don’t know. It could just be the rain scene puppy-dog eyes that have turned me over to the dark side………….but I’m cool with it.
I’ve received a couple of asks about how I make my icons so I’ve decided to make a small tutorial!! Honestly, I’m the most unprofessional person and trust me when I say they’re easy to make. Also, I’ve made this at 11pm (after work) yesterday because I have work all day today + the day tomorrow. I apologise in advance for any miscommunication lmao.
1) Re: Wanda and her lack of redemption arc- One of the MCU's biggest fuck yous was that they allowed Zemo to apologize to T'challa for his Father's death as collateral in his revenge scheme, but didn't have the decency to allow Wanda to do the same to the Avengers for stripping them of their autonomy and using them to hurt other people (of which the primary victims were Tony and Bruce). If they wanted to redeem her and make her more sympathetic, they really should have allowed her
I’m really sorry that I didn’t answered this last night, nonny but it was very late here and I was on mobile.
1) Exactly. But honestly I like Zemo more than Wanda for that. They allowed him to apologise, but also they showed him not being so bat-shit hateful blaming all the evil on his life to the Avengers (just the death of his family) and he neither played the victim. Like Wanda did.
The problem with Wanda lays directly in her “tragic backstory”, I mean, just listening to it, it’s ridiculous:
This is a backstory that doesn’t work for an anti-villain/anti-hero to go straight up a hero. Because it’s illogical. The audience that has a minimal knowledge of how the world works knows that blaming the person that made the weapon is stupid an illogical.
Second part of the ask:
2) to make real amends to her primary victims. Also, having her sit and talk to Tony about her anger against the American military industrial complex (which was what killed her parents) and how she conflated that with Stark. She has serious trauma that needs to be laid out. I mean, Tony could have talked about how he too realized the faults in the MID and is trying to make amends for his ignorance and inaction. How it has led him to believe in accountability and checks and balances
3) LIKE THE FUCKING ACCORDS. It would have been 10x better than Steve’s convo w/ her in the beginning of Civil War, where he treats her unintentional murder of 12 ppl as a small hiccup that can be corrected w/ “try try again”. But no, all we end up w/ is a character marketed as a child half the time, and an adult the other half. It’s character assassination and it sucks. Either show her struggle w/ redemption and accountability as a member of the Avengers, or keep her a villain.
The problem here nonny, it’s that the dynamics are terribly flawed and bad placed. With Wanda, her deed of joining the Avengers it was not for goodness, it’s was common sense and self-preservation. We never see her re-thinking about Tony or showing a single little remorse about hurting him, neither she seems to want to stop and think about the situation. Tony talking to her would have required she trying to go closer and talk but to the first moment that we see her on screen with him her intention are clearly hostile:
Look at the corporal language of this part. This is a hero? No.
This is an anti-hero? No.
This is someone who is conflict?
I dare say: no.
The point about anti-heroes and anti-villains is they know, very deep in them, they have a doubt, a conflict. Wanda doesn’t. She knows what she is doing. She knows that she is hurting someone and she knows what she did. Take a look to Bruce too:
Also take her reaction when he calls her out for mindfucking him:
Her expression seems to be the one of someone who regrets her bad deeds.
Her face hardens when he threatens her and she doesn’t speak about the topic again. Not with him, not with Clint in their oh so marvellous pep talk.
Someone that answered one of my posts said that showing Wanda’s struggles were that ridiculous scene whit with her crying in front of Clint, so the audience have to see her as a poor misunderstood child that was very scared and didn’t know what she was doing…
That’s not how it works!
Wanda should have showed struggle and conflict since the beginning of the movie! She should have interacted with people that she hurt as you said but she didn’t!
And before somebody says something…
Clint doesn’t count! Steve doesn’t count!
Clint was not attacked by Wanda, he didn’t suffered in her hands. Steve? He forgave her at the instant. He attacked his armour-less teammate because of her word. He told Natasha, one of Wanda’s victims “she with us”, like she hadn’t some right of feeling uncomfortable by her presence!
They don’t count!
The base, the point for an anti villain to be redeemed and made an ally or friend in front of their enemies is the interaction and and the villain admitting that they hurt the protagonists. It’s simple, take Regina Mills in Once Upon A Time. She never became in a full hero but she earned trust by admitting her bad deeds. She showed struggle and doubt. She became a wondeful anti-hero Wanda didn’t.
Just look at the moment when she decides to side with the Avengers:
What choice do we have?
This is someone that learned form her mistakes. No.
This is somebody that wants to fucking live. She wants to keep herself and her brother alive. There’s no doubt here. Not struggle in the loyalties. No conflict! She switched sides in the beginning and she does it again because it’s convenient for her. Not for goodness or anything that changes that she hurt people during all the movie!
She doesn’t doubt for a fucking instant to go to the “winning side”:
What kind of anti-hero can you get of that?
Which leads to CW. You said that she siding with Tony would have been the better, and yes, it would have been a good character development she being remorseful and keeping her initial supposed believes about accountability but with motherfucking Johannesburg, how it’s that possible?
Like, that’s what the Russo and M&M tried to to do and failed miserably. They tried to sell us an anti-hero. They washed her awful deeds and make her look as conflicted when she never hesitated at the beginning.
They tried to us to believe that she can’t control her powers.
And just bullshit.
They also made her clothes more clear, her hair too. Miss Elizabeth was wearing a wig, it was not difficult have one as her hair was in the previous movie.
They tried to vanish the darkness of her. Why? Because it its more difficult present a redemption for villain than a anti-hero. Or as that idiotic writers seem to think: that poor kid that did no wrong.
Because it was more easy to forgive this:
So, they invented this new Wanda, and put all the blame in Tony’s shoulders. The funny thing it’s that the audience it’s stupid enough to believe it. That might talk about the power of the female characters of being forgiven for everything as long they have a pretty face and a delicate body.
Even if it’s a character without struggles or good intentions, or remorse.
So, nonny, my opinion is firm. Wanda Maximoff’s redemption arc was a fuck you because she didn’t deserved or needed one.
Passione (Bruno's) gang seeing their crush in a wedding dress.
[ Ok cos this is crush not S/O ill keep the marriage altar options out HAHA feel free to send an ask if u want to see me write that one I also throwed Trish and Fugo in cos idk do you guys count them as fully part of the gang whatever i have time im going to wrITE THEM. Its overall not too long for each character cos i wrote for all of them apologies]
✖ BRUNO BUCCIELATI ✖ - I doubt this proud Capo would shed a tear but regardless it would definitely stun him. He’d think he was prepared to see you [I mean it’s just a dress how different will it be.] But he wasn’t prepared when you walked out of the room. - He’d have to pause for a moment and walk up to you to take a good look at your face before he agrees that he isn’t dreaming and relax. - If you two are alone he’d start letting the flatter stream in, telling you how angelic you looking in such an extravagant dress and how gorgeous he thinks you are. - He might even offering to take your hand to give you a spin in the glorious gown, making sure he can soak in how good you look in all of it, the way the cloth hugs your body and how his wish so badly he’d get to marry you someday. - If there are others around he’d surely be much more calm about it, the lightest blush covering his cheeks yet no one would comment anything and his actions wouldn’t be much different. However shooting the other members a look of disapproval if Mista they give any inappropriate comments about the way you look.
✖ GUIDO MISTA ✖ - Mista wouldn’t be anywhere near remotely subtle about it, he’d immediately walk up to you with the brightest blush on his face and drown you in flattery. - Sure as hell expect him to throw in cheesy pickup lines asking you if you’d wear that for him someday too or about how he’d never thought you’d look so good in white, and how you’d look better naked. In which then Bruno or Abba would have shot him a look and lightly punched him. - Opposite of Bucci though, if others are in his presence he’d be loud about his affection but if its just the two of you he’d shy away over too, too embarrassed to look you in the eye. Giving you side glances as he blushes and compliments you. - Sex Pistols would definitely want to have a say in this, alone or not they’d pop up and start hovering around you, sitting on your shoulders or clinging onto your hair and smushing your cheeks they can’t get enough on how cute you look. - In which now Mista would be furiously apologising for their behaviour or he himself commenting about how he wish that was him, and how it was unfair that his stand could get so close to a goddess like you but he wasn’t allowed to.
✖ LEONE ABBACCHIO ✖ - Abba would not make eye contact with you at all, averting his eyes to look at everyone but you’d he’d still tell you that you looked good. Maybe casually say something like good luck on this mission or something along those lines. - Deep inside thought his cold heart is racing, his head only forming images of you standing at the altar with him and this man cannot handle it. - Abba being Abba would also mentally note the exact time and day where this happens and you’re sure as hell when he’s alone in the mansion he’d replay this moment with Moody Blues as he smiles to himself without anyone noticing. You’ve enthralled this poor man. - If its just the two of you he’d let his hands cup your face, his fingers trail over your cheeks before adjusting your hair and just looking at you with a full blown melancholic look on his face. He’d would have internally swore to do all he can to see this waiting for him at the altar someday. It’s now his new personal goal. - If its with the rest of the gang around he wouldn’t even stand near you, probably sitting on the couch and taking in your full beauty from there, and when the other members ask him if he thinks you’d look good he’d just shrug and say something like “ Yeah whatever of course she’d look good.” while his own face heats up.
✖ GIORNO GIOVANNA ✖ - Within seconds of seeing you, regardless alone or not, he’d already have used Gold Experience to form a rose to give you, or even helping put it into your hair. - You look Amazing, and the poor Don doesn’t know what to say, deep inside he’s thanking his ancestors already for giving him a chance to see you in a wedding dress before he even got to confess to you. - Giorno being the suave boss that he is would shoot you a soft smile and give you some nice compliments about how elegant you look. - If theres other people around he’d [not so] subtly do it instead maybe saying stuff like how even with Gold Experience he’s never seen any being so beautiful before and giving you such a warm smile you yourself feel the shivers go down your spine. It was a rare sight after all to see your boss so happy with you. - Giorno might also dismiss the other members in the room to give the two of you some time alone instead as he just wants to remember such a precious moment with only the two of you and no other distractions. Maybe even using such a time to hint his affection towards you. - He’d internally swear to protect you forever, telling himself he’d make sure he marries you someday. You were the most beautiful thing to exist in his dark world of the Mafia anyway. He would make sure you never get tainted again.
✖ TRISH UNA ✖ - She’d definitely first comment about the state of the dress, asking you a flurry of questions about the material, brand, design. All of course to cover her embarrassment. - You look stunning and she hates it, how could you look so much better than her! She’d soon enough demand to get to try on the dress too just to see if you’d be as flustered as her when you see her in it. - Trish wouldn’t flat out say it but she’d definitely leave a comment or two about how good you look in it, and the slight passive aggressiveness on how good you look. “ Dammit your figure is too slim for such a dress! Let me wear it instead!” - If there are other members around she’d try to act more nonchalant about it, trying not to let anyone notice her gawking at you, especially making sure You of all people don’t notice. - However if it’s just the two of you Trish herself would be nicer about it, telling you how good you look and maybe offering to style your hair for you or do your makeup. She herself wants to see you fully dolled up anyway, she knows you’d be stunning.
✖ NARANCIA GHIRGA ✖ - Like the excited child that he is Narancia would just gawk at you, be it if its just the two of you or everyone else is watching, the poor boy would just stare with his mouth open and blush rising to cover his face. - With some nudges from the other members he’d eventually close his mouth before taking a deep breath and letting out the loudest “ Wow.” All he wants now is to let you know just how much he loves you - His hands are covering his face now as he lets out a flustered blur of compliments all full of stutters as Aerosmith flies around him now to try and cool him down. The other members are laughing at the sight and so are you and the poor child is really overheating in embarrassment. - If its just the two of you. Its worse. He’s trying his best to act as cool as he can and giving you the weirdest compliments like how “ I like you as much as I like orange juice.” and giving a awkward wink and shaky laugh. - And if you were to comment on how cute this scene was, teasing him, he’d totally lose it and blurt out something like how much he likes you and regret it right after. - Its the cutest sight and if you didn’t like him before. You sure as hell do now.
✖ PANNACOTTA FUGO ✖ - Fugo would just looked shocked for a good few seconds before regaining his usual composure however with a bright blush covering his face. Nothing else about him will change, snide remarks would still leave his mouth but everyone would notice how much more embarrassed he seems. - If the other members tease him about it he’ll go full defensive mode asking them to shut up and threatening them while constantly making eye contact with you. If you were to laugh at his cute ordeal, his face would just get even reader. - If its just the two of you alone and you make a comment about how flustered he looks he’d quickly brush it off, scolding you a little before admitting in an accidental outburst to “ Stop fucking around I’m embarrassed enough!” and regretting it right after. - Of course like everyone else he’d be imagining you walking down the aisle to him in that dress and god bless Fugo might start tearing up a little, he’s just thinking about just how much he doesn’t deserve someone as beautiful as you especially with his stand and job being so ugly. - Fugo would still be trying to soak it all up and memorise your beauty for this, and after seeing this, might secretly beg Giorno to let him help you out on this mission instead in full overprotective mode. He doesn’t want you to get hurt at all after seeing such a blessed sight like this one.
Could you do a hamilton x reader where they're dating, both are bisexual and they're nervous to come out to the other?
this is quite a hot topic for me because I’m bi and my mother does not think 15 year olds can ‘choose’ their sexuality yet. She also just doesn’t get why bisexuality is a thing.
Bear in mind this is also a woman who thinks that teenagers are too young to realise their gender.
ugg I love her but sometimes she upsets me, you know?
You sat in a cafe, fingers drumming against the table as you stare distantly into space.
“Baby!” A loud voice called you out of your reverie, and you turned your head slightly to see your boyfriend of four months, Alexander.
“Hiya!” You grinned, standing up and drawing him in for a soft kiss. He gently nuzzled his cheek against yours as you buried your face is his silky, brown hair. You drew apart and sat opposite each other at the table.
“How’s my favourite girl doing?” He asked, resting his cheek in his hand and grinning crookedly at you.
“I think Angelica is fine…” You teased, smirking back at him. He laughed.
“Okay, but how are you?” His dark, intelligent eyes probed at yours and you felt yourself melting under his gaze.
“I’m great. Absolutely fantastic.” You fibbed, trying to put as much conviction into your voice as possible.
The truth was, you weren’t that great.
You had a secret, one that made you nervous to even think about.
You were bisexual.
How could you tell Alexander this? Many people didn’t even believe that bisexuality existed, for Pete’s sake.
Alexander could hear the hesitancy in your voice and grew increasingly concerned, but decided he would drop it for your sake. If you didn’t want to tell him, that’s fine. Hopefully he could trust you to tell him later. He would be lying, anyway, if he claimed that he didn’t have a secret that he couldn’t tell you.
His secret was that he liked both men and women.
You knew all about the previous relationships he had had with Eliza and Maria, and the fling he had with Angelica, but you had no clue about his secret relationship with John, or that one weird thing that he had with Jefferson.
…We don’t talk about that.
“Al. Aleeeex. Lexy.” He jolted as he realised that you were talking and clicking your fingers in his face. You smiled at him. “You okay, babe?“
"Oh, yeah. Sorry, I zoned out. What were you talking about?”
You rolled your eyes. “Alex…you’ve been doing that a lot recently. How are you?"
"I’m fine. Just got a lot on my mind with work.” He said, internally wincing at the lie.
You gave him a long, probing look and sighed. “I know you’re keeping something from me, and that’s fine, but could you at least not play it off as something else?”
“You’re not doing any different.” Frustrated, Alexander mumbled.
“Well, yeah I am - I may be keeping a secret but at least I’m not lying about it!” Your voice raised slightly, and Alex shook his head angrily. Truth be told, you assumed the worst. You were thinking he was cheating.
“You’re making a scene.” He said, unfairly as his voice was louder than yours. You scowl.
“Thats rich - you’re talking even louder than I am.”
“Could you quieten down? God, you’re too much sometimes.” Alexander shot at you, and immediately regretted it when he saw the angry frown on your face soften and your chin start quivering. He fumbled for a way to make amends as tears started spilling.
“Then, why do you date me?” You asked thickly, the words still venomous through your sobs. Alexander watched in horror as you tore out the door, clutching your handbag close to your chest like a lifeline.
“(Name), wait!” He called after you, voice cracking as he exited the cafe, following you.
Being a Sunday, the streets were crowded. Almost no chance of Alexander finding you in this mass of people.
You wandered aimlessly before deciding to catch the bus back to your house. As you sat alone in the near-empty bus, you couldn’t help but think over your row.
You both overreacted. You were an overthinker, and Alexander was hot-headed. You had immediately assumed the worst, and Alexander hadn’t helped by getting defensive.
You were sorry, but that doesn’t make what Alexander said okay. He knew you were self-conscious about your extremely opinionated personality.
As the bus pulled up outside your usual bus stop, you thanked the driver and began walking dejectedly down to your house.
What would you even do? You couldn’t mope all day, and your pride would not let you call Alexander and apologise.
When you got to your house, you did a double take as you saw Alexander sitting on your front step staring thoughtfully at a single red rose in his hand.
“Alexander?” You asked, incredulously. His head whipped up and he leapt to his feet.
“How did you get here before I did?” You said, confusedly.
“Drove.” He nodded towards his car, parked on the street.
“Oh.” You paused. “Alexander, I…”
You didn't get to finish your sentence as he took a huge step forward and wrapped you in a hug.
“(Name), I love you.” He mumbled thickly into your hair. You tensed up. In your four months of dating, he had never told you he loves you.
“I…love you too.” You pressed your face into his shoulder.
“Do you want to know what I was keeping from you?”
“I’m bisexual.” He says in a rush. “I didn’t want to tell you because so many people have a stigma against bisexuality and so many people don’t even think it exists…” You stare at him, shocked, before you give in and start giggling loudly. He looks hurt.
“It’s not funn-” You cut him off with a deep kiss. When you pull back, he’s staring at you with a bright blush on his face.
“I know, but there’s some humour in it.” Your giggles cease slightly. “Alex, I’m bisexual too. That’s what I was keeping from you.”
Alexander gazes, wide eyed, at you, until he cracks a grin and gives in to the humour of it all. His laughter is joyful and he grips your hands, spinning you around. You probably look like two fools, but you can’t bring yourself to care.
“I’m glad you were brave enough to tell me.” You tease him, and he smirks back, handing you the rose he was holding.
Crossover - verb. The act of taking two typically
unrelated series’ characters and having them interact; taking
character(s) from one fandom, and translating them into another series’
setting with typically little to no basis for doing so
“But I have infinite tenderness for you. I always will. My whole life.” -Blue Is The Warmest Color
His Dark Materials Crossover!
Mihashi from our world, knife bearer, barn owl daemon(female)
Abe from Lyras world, can read the alethiometer, badger daemon (male)
LONG rant under cut! Like seriously. It’s the story basics.
I’ve found a tragic lack of MR fanfic despite the popularity of the show and
the (ever-growing) size of the fandom so I’ve decided to make a stand. This is
my first ever writing for this show and character so please be gentle but
feedback would be very much appreciated. The other writers I’ve seen on here
are brilliant so I hope to uphold those kind of standards. This is just a short
fluffy piece I’ve put together inspired by the song Latch by Disclosure. Ask
box is open for requests.