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Lesbian Speed dating: Darcy/Sif

Darcy watched Karen ass as she walked away. She was so absorbed that she’d totally missed the next person until they clanked into the opposing chair. “Friend Darcy,”

“What the fuck?” Darcy tried to get her brain back into gear. That was Lady Sif. That was Lady Sif in full armor, vaguely clanking as she slid onto the chair Karen had just vacated. That was Lady Sif from Asgard at lesbian speed dating. The woman in question was casting a wary look about the room but seemed completely at ease in what Darcy assumed was her uniform.

Settling in her chair, she gave Darcy a warm smile. “It is good to see you,” Sif said without preamble. “Thor asked me to keep an eye on you and to make sure you had at least one success”

“What. The. Fuck.” Darcy’s temper flared. “At least one ‘success’?” Her voice had gone high pitched and the murmur of conversation around the room dimmed. "That, that motherfucker. I’m going to taze him into next week.” Indignation flooded her as she reached for her purse; to hell with Tony and his money, to hell with Thor and his fucking patronizing attitude.

"Friend Darcy,” Sif interrupted Darcy’s move, grabbing her wrist. ‘This is not only for you, but for me.” Darcy blinked, tirade cut short by the non-sequitur. “Thor knows that I’ve taken…,” she paused, searching for the right word.

“Lovers?” Darcy hazarded a guess, shifting back into her seat.

“Shield maidens in the past.” Sif continued, bypassing Darcy’s suggested label. ”From what he told me about this gathering,“ nodding back to the room at large behind Darcy, “there are many strong warriors here who might interest me, yourself included.”

“Wait, I, what?” Darcy stammered, gaping at the other woman.

Sif gave her an appraising look, hand loosening on Darcy’s wrist. "I understand you took down Thor, a feat in and of itself, but also stood tall against Malekith and the Dark Elves,” she continued, moving from Darcy’s wrist to hold her hand, tracing the skin there with her thumb. Sif’s hand was warmer than Darcy had expected, with rough, oddly placed calluses from sword fighting. “I’d be pleased to take you out for mead and further discussions?” Darcy watched Sif give her another obvious once over, radiating satisfaction. Her eyes had gone a bit darker, more predatory

“I,” speechless, Darcy found herself flushing under Sif’s combination of hot and scary. “How about we start on mead now?” She said, signaling the waiter.

The drinks arrived faster than she thought possible, letting her sip her drink as Sif took over the conversation. Darcy found herself swept up in the storytelling; Thor signaling for help as needed, helping with SHIELD. “To daring friends,” Sif pounded back her drink. Darcy followed, choking on the too sweet mead. If they were going to keep drinking like this, she thought, the bell couldn’t ring soon enough. Then, as if in answer, the bell sounded through the hall. Sif took her hand again and laid a brief kiss upon it, “I hope to see you again soon, Friend Darcy.” And with that, she was gone, leaving Darcy to circle her number on the note pad.

Thank You

Thank you to the Groundhog Day cast, creative team, crew, orchestra, and the staff of the August Wilson Theatre.

Thank you for all the hard work, dedication, and love you put into bringing this beautiful show to life.

There is so much more to say and yet no words can do justice to what this show has given me and hopefully many others.

It gave me a place to call home, even if just for a few hours.  

It gave me a community on the internet to feel a part of outside of those hours.

It gave me something that made me feel when I often struggle to engage emotionally.

The true beauty of art is the gift it gives us of a place to exist where everything makes sense when the world outside does not.  Where you can be surrounded by strangers, yet not feel alone.  A place where, when the house lights dim, in that brief moment of darkness and silence, save for the whirring of moving lights as they go to their first cue position, the audience, the actors, the crew, the orchestra, and the house staff, let go of all that keeps us apart and become one. Joining together to find that transcendent synergy which creates the experiences that keep us all coming back for more.  They will be carried in our hearts and returned to in times of darkness.  

We, audience and performer alike, will all move on into new phases of our lives and I look forward to following the cast and creative team wherever their careers may lead.  I will however think back fondly on this show and these characters and the spring turned summer during which I could visit with them.  

May the message of valuing the life we are given and the people with whom we share it spread beyond the confines of the theater’s walls to the world at large.

“As for that, the rest is just a test of your endurance.  You gotta love life.”

Champions adjust.

anonymous asked:

sometimes it just hits me and im like wow lustfulcat is really out here doing work and providing FREE labour so english fans can get translations 😫 i cant even express my graditude enough through words yet here i am writing this message. ily so much 💜

This is something great to wake up to, thank YOU anon for your lovely message. As I’ve said before my work isn’t entirely unselfish. I do this to build hype for Saezuru/Yoneda Kou so I have people to fangirl with. My plan is working! mwuahahahaha *twirls evil mustache evilly* 

So I’m not even 5000 words in yet and so far my six months pregnant heroine has:

  • shot a reverend (though she was good enough to just notch his ear by way of warning instead of doing him real injury… she’s a very good shot.)
  • threatened to shoot him a second time (In the other ear, for starters)
  • threatened to shoot his hired muscle in the groin (so not the ear this time)

and therefore successfully defended her new home and stopped him from taking her niece and nephew from her.

Originally posted by somethingwhosnottaken

So this writing thing is going well….

Ok, as requested, here we go. And since I am an actual author (i swear) and there is an actual fic, I will say some words to explain. Because (yet another thing that will be edited later) I apparently did a crap job of using imagery to convey what the fuck happened to my man’s face in Noctis Obscura

Putting it under the cut in case almost everyone some people don’t want to know all about this shit.

Please forgive this hack job of an edit but maybe one day i’ll actually try to draw his fine ass (i won’t)

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new genre concept: soft apocalypse

the world as we know it has ended and mother nature starts taking back what’s hers. there are no zombies or cannibals or murderous bandits. the most valued members of the community are those who know how to garden and farm, sew and weave, treat wounds, work wood or build with bricks, cook from scratch. 

people bond together to begin rebuilding instead of killing each other. everyone teaches each other whatever they do know and works together to figure out the stuff none of them know. books become incredibly valued resources because they’re often the only way to learn critical information. if someone is elderly, disabled, or otherwise unable to work at the same level as most of the community, they’re taken care of by the others, not told any sort of “survival of the fittest” bs.

as the generations ware on, communities begin expanding into small cities. some of the settlements even find ways to repurpose solar or wind power on a small scale and have electricity in some of their buildings. storytellers wander the countryside telling tales of the old world in return for some hot stew or a place to rest for the night, and the mythos of the new world start to incorporate elements of the past. the only thing that remains constant is that humans survive, and they do it by working together.


red spoils blue in his own way

does this count as spoiling?? idk he indulges his bf sometimes


  • the reason melodrama is so complex is that it simultaneously celebrates and criticises parties as a place where the rules no longer apply 
  • parties give us an illusion of control? confined in the world of the party it’s all ‘our rules, our dreams’ and we are ‘kings and queens’
  • homemade dynamite is such a call to arms for our generation okay it feels like a metaphor for the potential we all have to create change 
  • but equally could be a metaphor for our self-destructive tendencies??? 
  • the louvre is beautiful because it glorifies the tiny beautiful moments, relationships that don’t last forever but are still beautiful and priceless and are still works of art - masterpieces and still good enough for the louvre
  • also this is a song about writing a love song? ‘broadcast the boom boom boom and make ‘em all dance to it’ that is literally the conventional role of pop music? 
  • okay but hear me out i think liability/hard feelings are two versions of the same story, liability immediately after the split and hard feelings in retrospect!!!!! there are so many parallels!!!
  • let go of this endless summer afternoon vs. every endless summer’s eating me alive 
  • well i guess i should go vs. well i guess i’ll go home 
  • big mistake of dancing in my storm vs.  how you’d dance for me 
  • i am obsessed with how sober ii explores the performance of being a young adult like ‘oh how fast the evening passes’ and the references to ‘champagne’ suggests some form of performed sophistication 
  • ‘we told you this was melodrama’ could play on this idea of performing a role, or alternatively could play on the way society views the lives of millennials - melodramatic and ridiculous!!!
  • ‘they’ll talk about us, all the lovers, how we kissed and killed each other’  reminds us that this is our legacy, this is how we live forever - it’s super self-reflective and seems to call on us to consider the mark we are leaving on the world BUT also ‘romanticises us making us the stuff of myth and legend, we are immortalised forever in our scandal 
  • writer in the dark!!!!! so like to begin with that double meaning - kissing her literally in the dark / kissing her while he kept her in the dark about how he really felt 
  • this is lorde’s ‘blank space’ revenge song okay fight me on this 
  • her secret power is being able to keep him forever bc she ‘locks him in her heart’ he’ll rue the day he kissed her because in doing so he sealed his fate!!!
  • okay so love of my life supercut: every chorus is like the actual supercut playing back all the good parts back - that sunny pre-chorus with the repetition, mirroring the idea of a highlights reel playing over and over again
  • but it’s also a metaphor for seeing a past relationship through rose-tinted glasses/the way nostalgia makes things beautiful - she is only remembering the beautiful parts
  • okay but the ultimate storyline of the album seems to be from green light, sober, homemade dynamite we get the impression that ‘all there is, is the party’, whereas liability reprise suggests that ‘maybe all this is the party’ which is such a beautiful and hopeful discovery for the album to make - leading straight into perfect places, which celebrates life with all it’s imperfections and flaws!!!
Reasons They Do That

A list of reasons why a character may do something:

  • They’re selfless - They just can’t leave the kid that’s stuck despite the probability of them dying in the process of saving that kid.
  • They’re selfish - They just can’t do something because they’re too focused on what may happen to themselves
  • Their past - A dog once bit them when they were a young child and now they’re wary of dogs (doesn’t matter if they provoked the dog, bc people remember things like that)
  • They know way too much - As in, they might know the statistical probability of car crashes and therefor do not drive or get into cars (though of course, this isn’t the only example of this)
  • They’re naive/gullible - The character doesn’t see that clearly this person is against them because they just don’t pay attention enough/don’t see the warning signs.
  • Conspiracies - They just went way too deep into youtube and found way too many conspiracy videos and now everything is just a conspiracy. (Perfect example: Hodgins from Bones)

All of these could work for or against your character. Whether it be the secondary character that is too selfless and has to go back and save the main character, or the “villain” is just way to naive to see that your hero is taking apart their plan. Or maybe the MC got way into conspiracies and it led them to real conspiracies in the bad government they live in.

These are only some of the possibilities that I could think of, people are free to add to this list :)

A banner I made for the Samwell Student Union, they keep track of all the events in the Check Please Fandom!

(board inspired by Check Please comic 2.1- Moved In)


(also on ao3)

inspired by @drisrt‘s amazing art (check it - and all their other stuff - out friends, pure amaze)

“It is not because Zarkon suspects anything?” Ulaz asks.

He gets right to the point. The hallway they have sequestered themselves in will only be empty for so long, another patrol unit is set to pass through there in a few minutes.

“Doubtful,” Thace says. “I have been careful.”

“Then why send you to the frontlines of Haneer?”

Thace does not like the idea either. It seems counterproductive to the Blade of Marmora’s goal to take down the Galra empire by helping them to expand it. He would much rather continue cautiously collecting what information he can from the databases on the ship as he has been.

“You act as if I am the only one going.”

“You are the only one that matters.”

“Do not worry. If I should fall another of the blades will take my place. You will not be alone in your mission.”

“That is not what I mean.”

Ulaz takes a step forward and reaches up, trails his fingers along Thace’s jaw and up his cheek. It is an intimacy they have not allowed themselves since they came aboard Zarkon’s ship.

“Ulaz,” Thace cautions.

They are running out of time.

“Give me this,” Ulaz pleads.

Thace hesitates only a moment before his resolve weakens and he grabs Ulaz’s hand, presses their foreheads together. He allows them a moment where they only have each other to worry about. A short-lived moment, gone as both of their ears perk at the sound of mechanical footsteps in the distance.

“Knowledge or death,” Thace says, pulling away.

“Knowledge or death,” Ulaz repeats. “Please. Be safe.”

Thace nods, gives him a ghost of a smile before backpedaling away and disappearing down the next hall.

Vanoss is not even subscri- THAT SON OF A BITCH!
—  Delirious, exposing Evan for not being subbed to him (x)