“Mayhem” is an old English legal term for the crime of maiming someone. Originally it referred to maiming by cutting off a body part that would hamper the ability to defend oneself in combat, such as a limb, but it later extended to all body parts. So if you see an old prison record stating someone was arrested for “mayhem” it doesn’t mean they were causing mayhem, it means they cut bits off another person
I KNOW YOURE NOT MEANT TO CRY AT I DID SOMETHING BAD BUT GIRL I AM BAWLING SO HARD AND IT IS BECUASE THIS WAS MT FAVOURITE AT THE SS AND IT STILL IS AND I WAS SO FUCKING OVERWHELMING BY HOW GOOD THIS SONG ONES AND TAYLOR KEPT GRINNING AT ME AND STARRING INTO MY SOUL WHEN SHE WAS PLAYING US THIS SONG AND NOW I AM IN MY BEDROOM CRYING I LOVE YOU SO MUCH TAYLOR YOU ARE A FUCKING GENIUS
IF YOU GUYS HAVEN’T READ THIS YOU ABSOLUTELY HAVE TO.
THIS IS NOW MY #1 MOST FAVOURITE MT!PROMPTO FIC OUT THERE AND YOU HAVE TO READ IT. (My friends, who are also MT!Prompto writers, feel free to burn me at the stake. I have betrayed you, but it’s worth it)
I CAN’T EXPLAIN TO YOU HOW MUCH I LOVE IT, BUT HOPEFULLY THE CAPS WILL MAKE MY INTENTIONS CLEAR. IF I BOLD THINGS MAYBE YOU’LL UNDERSTAND HOW MUCH YOU NEED TO GIVE THIS FIC A TRY.
WILL YOU GIVE IT A TRY NOW?
In all seriousness, what’s gotten me this into this fic is the unique style and perspective used to tell a story that we’ve already seen in the fandom. Dad!Cor helps MT!Prompto come to terms with being human, or otherwise helps him cope with his past, with his friends’ support.
Except, this is written in a way that’s very raw. And by that, I mean the author captures the undertone of rigid simplicity that’s a result of Prompto’s technical upbringing. There’s little to no emotion when written in this perspective, and rightfully so since Prompto doesn’t understand that just yet. It’s kinda like reading from a robot’s perspective, go figure.
It’s like seeing the world as though you’re reading from a manual, but the facts–like bullet points in their brevity–have so much emotion laced into it that even without the character acknowledging what it is, you’d get caught in it anyways.
WILL YOU READ IT NOW AND BE AS HAPPY AND IN PAIN AS I AM?
It is Fassy’s birthday! (and tomorrow is mine yay! I will be officially 19 in less than 12 hours -I want to be little again tho- :D)
So, it’s celebration time!
In the year 1977 a boy named Michael was born on the second of April in Heidelberg, Baden-Württemberg, Germany.
He was a very adorable boy, little Fassy, playing Superman games with his cousins in Ireland…
(the shark grin is the same!)
He grew up, appeared in a few productions, started to show himself,
as Hermann in Hearts & Bones (2001)
as Sgt. Burton ‘Pat’ Christenson’ in Band of Brothers (2001)
as Guy Fawkes in Gunpowder, Treason & Plot (2004)
as Harry Coleburn in A Bear Named Winnie (2004)
as Caz Miller in Murphy’s Law (2005)
as Azazeal in Hex (2004-2005)
and then this role came but he still had time to show himself for real…
as Stelios in 300 (2006)
as Esme in Angel (2007)
as Barney in Wedding Belles (2007)
and then Hunger came (but I won’t put a gif or picture of him in Hunger because it really makes me sad seeing him like that…) after Hunger we saw him in Eden Lake (2008) as Steve:
then Thomas Rainsborough in The Devil’s Whore (2008) came with his hair and beard…
after Thomas, Conor came with his charm (but still I don’t think he is a good man.) in Fish Tank (2009)
ooh, the one that followed is one of mt favourites for sure, he was so yummy in this role of course but he was really shining in the scenes as well, the first time that I watched him (actually I watched 300 before this, but I didn’t know it was him)
of course I am talking about beloved Lt. Archie Hicox in Inglorious Basterds (2009)!
he was the star of his scene for sure!
Quintus Dias in Centurion (2010) followed Archie.
then Burke in Jonah Hex (2010) (I still haven’t watched this film though…)
and we saw another of my favourites, dear Rochester in Jane Eyre (2011)
the following role of him earned him many many new fans for sure:
he became the young Magneto/Erik Lensherr in X-Men: First Class (2011) he met James again which resulted in a life ruining bromance *sigh*
you both are…
Erik was followed by A Dangerous Method (2011), Shame (2011), and Haywire (2011). As Brandon in Shame we saw what he really got you know and perfect acting…
and in Haywire:
he was simply delicious.
after these we got David, Edwin Epps, the Counselor and Frank.
I personally have a thing for Blonde Fassy (he is perfect as ginger tho, for sure) and he was even hot as a robot…
Edwin and his perfect beard (I hate the character tho, he may be the worst for me)
and the sexy bastard the Counselor:
this movie was basically porn.
extreme eyefucks (you’ve been warned!):
sweatpants porn (continuation of Shame):
the infamous first scene:
black shirt of sex:
and intense stare porn:
bonus because I love this:
X-Men: Days of Future Past Erik was even hotter:
yes… you’ve ruined us Fassy…
and now I am trying to prepare myself for Slow West, Trespass Aginst Us and Weightless (untitled Terrence Malick project is finallt titled can you believe it?!)
because as far as we saw of Silas, we are ruined.
but put all these important roles and films aside, he is a now 38-year-old goofy and adorable man with a smile so big that when I see it I can’t help but smile as well…
and he is hot as hell…
smoking Fassy deserves a special place don’t you think?
and at last my personal favourites!
yeah, I enjoy that too.
I hope he is having a wonderful birthday! He is a real talent and a real beauty. He has come so far.
cute pic of the other place i intern @ . that is the phone room where u make calls it has fish wallapepr. its literally mt favourite part of the studio. but im anxiety about phone calls so I will never go in there
Why do you dislike the billy bragg version of the internationale? I'm probably biased since that was the first one I ever heard, but it's mt favourite by a lot
Billy Bragg’s a left liberal and he wrote left liberal lyrics to the anthem of international communism - “you have nothing if you have no rights”, “respect makes the empires fall”…he even changes the word “internationale” to “international ideal”… sorry but it’s trite liberal crap, and even his rationale for writing new lyrics is just wrong, the original lyrics aren’t hard to understand at all, and they connect people right through history as well as internationally.
The original British lyrics are full of stuff like going on strike, mutinying and shooting your own generals, and he took all that out…he actually removed all reference to class from the internationale. It’s an unnecessary and shameless piece of liberal revisionist historical vandalism.
Ashton sighed as he started coming out of the unconscious world, knowing exactly what woke him up.
“Babe.” He moaned, getting a groan from your sub-conscious. He tugged on the duvet you had stolen throughout the night, wanting to cover up the draft which was spreading over the leg. “Babe, blanket.” You groaned again, this time you’re sleeping figure rolled towards him and into his chest. “That’ll do.” He groaned. But a minute later your sleeping body was too hot. Still sleeping, you fought your way out of the cocoon you had created, Ashton stole his half of the duvet back quickly as you cuddled into his chest, his body heat making up for the heat you had lost from the cocoon of blanket. Ashton kept threating to buy another duvet and hide it by his side of the bed if you kept stealing it, but you both knew he never would. If he did, he wouldn’t be able to cuddle you during the night, and he loved your cuddles too much.
“Marco?” You called as you descended the stairs after showering.
“Polo” Came the reply from the living room. You walked in to see Calum sprawled along the sofa in only his joggers, watching some football [soccer] show on the TV. “Lazy morning followed by an afternoon date?” He asked as you approached him. He wanted to make the most of his day off. Devoting all his time to you.
“Okay.” You replied as you leant down to peck him on the lips. Your hand grabbing the hat from his head and placing it on yours as you pulled away and ran away from his grabby hands. He chased after you, catching you easily as one of his strides matched three of yours. Lifting you off the floor and stealing a kiss.
“You steal my hat, I steal kisses.” He grinned.
He sighed as he placed the final bit of clothing into his case. He zipped it up and stood it up next to the wall by the door. His packing for tour complete, all he had to do was leave, in 8 hours.
“Babe have you seen the penguin?” He asked as you walked out of the en-suite in your pyjamas [or rather one of his flannels and your pyjama bottoms]. Said penguin hidden behind your back, un successfully as the penguin was clearly seen.
“Penguin? What penguin?” You asked crab-walking over to the bed. He smirked as he looked at you.
“So there’s not one behind your back?” He asked and you jutted out your bottom lip, pulling the penguin round the front of you and holding him to your chest.
“But I’ll be lonely if you take him.” You batted you eyelashes a few times.
“But who will I cuddle at night?” He asked, trying to win the battle. You shrugged, silent for a moment.
“I know, Calum!” You smirked, safe to say, you managed to steal Pengy off him while he was on tour.
Michael: You lay in bed, under the blankets as you watched your boyfriend leave and re-enter the room multiple times, muttering under his breath.
“Where is it?” He whispered to no one in particular, moving more stuff around and re-searching the same pile of clothes he’d looked through multiple times. “Kitchen maybe.” He left the room, his footsteps echoing down the stairs, and back up minutes later. He re-entered the bedroom you shared [well, his but you practically lived here so it was both of yours now].
“What are you looking for?” You asked from your spot on the bed. “Michael.” You continued after a minute of no reply.
“My jumper. Have you seen it?” He asked.
“Which one?” He asked.
“Mt favourite one.” You looked down at the grey hoodie you were wearing and slid further underneath the covers.
“No?” You replied.
“Is that an answer or a question?” He asked turning to you and narrowing his eyes. “What are you wearing?”
“Michael.” After an intense staring contest, which you won, he sighed defeated and crawled back into bed.
“I want it back tomorrow.”
“Whatever you say Clifford.” Wads your only reply. You both knew he loved seeing you in it anyway.