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Inside the super-sized Glee reunion on The Flash-Supergirl musical crossover

Darren Criss is singing his heart out. Grant Gustin and Melissa Benoist are tap dancing. “It’s literally a Glee episode,” Gustin jokes. No, the Fox series hasn’t been revived. The trio are actually reuniting for the first time since their days on the Emmy-nominated hit series for a different kind of musical — and Criss may finally get his revenge.

His Glee character, Blaine Anderson, received a slushy facial from Gustin’s Sebastian Smythe back in 2012, but now the tables have turned, with Criss assuming the mantle of the dastardly DC Comics villain Music Meister in the highly anticipated Flash/Supergirl musical crossover. “It is funny that the last time I worked with Grant, he was the bad guy and he was singing at me, and now I’m the bad guy singing at him,” Criss says. Though it’s a different set, with the quick turnaround and prep, Criss concurs that this all feels familiar. “It’s just Glee,” he says.

In the March 21 episode of The Flash, Barry (Gustin) and Kara (Benoist) find themselves trapped in a movie musical of the Meister’s creation — an hour that has been years in the making. “We’ve always talked about doing it, from the very beginning, more in a joking way,” says executive producer Andrew Kreisberg. Gustin, however, was initially curious. “I didn’t ever think it would be a real thing, so when they told me it was real, I was like, ‘How?!‘”

Here’s how: As the Scarlet Speedster and Girl of Steel experience turmoil in their interpersonal relationships, they’re whammied by the Music Meister, a less mustache-twirling, more manipulative villain who causes victims to break into song. The character was famously voiced by Neil Patrick Harris in the Batman: The Brave and the Bold animated series. “I have made a pretty decent career of only taking over roles as made famous by child stars,” jokes Criss, who also played the titular wizard in the Harry Potter musical.

“I could not be happier that he’s here,” gushes Benoist, whose Glee character Marley Rose was mentored by Blaine. “He’s killing this role. He’s bringing such a fun energy, the way he did on Glee as well.”

Being fans of movie musicals as kids, the power-stripped heroes end up trapped in a golden-age send-up involving rival gangs and their kids falling in love — though expect many of the couples to come with a twist. The only way out? Follow the Meister’s script till the end. It may be a prison to them, but it’s heaven to Benoist. Noting she was born in the wrong era, the actress takes delight in the vintage ambience while sitting on a ’40s-era nightclub set. “Not that I don’t love the [Supergirl] suit, but it just feels good playing the same character in a completely different setting,” she says. “I’m eating this up.”

The Glee alums aren’t the only big names attached to the special episode. In a nod to Kara’s favorite film Wizard of Oz, everyone else in the vocally impressive cast is playing a character within this movie, from Jesse L. Martin, Victor Garber, and John Barrowman as rival mob bosses to Jeremy Jordan’s club pianist and Carlos Valdes’ aspiring artist busboy. Cherry-picking the movie musical genre — West Side Story, Singing in the Rain, and Guys and Dolls among the show’s inspirations — the hour also features some original songs, including “Runnin’ Home to You” from Oscar-winning La La Land duo Benj Pasek and Justin Paul, as well as the bubbly and playful Rachel Bloom co-penned tap duet “Super Friend.” “It’s a goofy song and it’s very consistent with that style of Crazy Ex-Girlfriend,” Gustin says.

“We were approached by Rachel Bloom, who reached out to us and she really wanted to write a song for us,” Kreisberg explains. “And Greg [Berlanti] had a relationship with Pasek and Paul, so we sat down with them — we hadn’t even seen La La Land with them, but Greg had been such huge fans of theirs.”

The episode also includes several covers, among them the Benoist solo “Moon River,” and an ensemble performance of Jackie DeShannon’s “Put a Little Love in Your Heart” that brings the denizens of the ’40s nightclub to their feet as the Meister conducts Jordan, Valdes, and John Barrowman in an epic, upbeat dance number choreographed by Glee’s Zachary Woodlee. “Some things are just star-crossed,” Valdes says of his two worlds — superheroes and musicals — colliding. “Some things are just destined and written in the stars. This felt like one of those instances where it was just something that was going to happen.”

Jordan concurs: “Ever since they announced the cast of our show — plus the casts of Flash and other shows having so many musical theater people in them — it was only a matter of time before they harnessed those talents and made something into it.”

All involved have unquestionable talents when it comes to singing, but Barrowman says the DeShannon piece doesn’t play to his strengths: “I’m exceptionally confident vocally, but they show me the dance steps and I’m not a hip-hopper, no way,” says Barrowman, who practices his moves on set between takes. “I panicked.” Still, Barrowman was determined to be involved once he learned of the crossover. “I hadn’t heard anything and I just basically then said, ‘I think you would be daft or stupid not to have me in this, really,‘” he says. “But they planned on it all along.”

On the flip side, Gustin says he was excited about slipping back into his dance shoes. “More than anything else, my true foundation was tap dance,” the actor says. “It’s been cool to get back to it.” Adds Benoist: “It’s funny how things stay in your muscle memory. It was fun to pick it back up again and see your body and be like, ‘Oh, we remember how to do this.'”

With everyone in one room, Barrowman admits, “I’m a bit fan-boying out to be honest,” explaining that he watched his castmates’ former projects Glee and Smash. “What a nerd,” Jordan responds upon hearing the news. “He plays it super cool backstage, so you wouldn’t know he was geeking out.”

Beyond Glee, the hour marks an even bigger reunion as Gustin and Supergirl‘s Chris Wood — who, along with co-star David Harewood, will guest in the crossover, but not sing — went to school together, while Criss counts Valdes, Pasek, and Paul as classmates. “It’s been a very sentimental crossover on so many levels,” Criss says. “Every day, every scene my mind is being blown. I can’t believe I’m here with Melissa Benoist and Carlos Valdes. ‘How do you guys even know each other? Oh, that’s right, you’re both superheroes!'”

Fun fact: Another classmate of theirs, Andy Mientus, also previously played a villain on The Flash, with Criss joking it’s about damn time he appeared in the Berlanti-verse. “I was wondering why everybody else I knew had been on the show but me,” Criss says with a laugh. In truth, Kreisberg says Criss was destined to play this role. “Darren so brings him to life,” the EP says. “I’m not sure who we would have gotten to do it if Darren had said no, but it turned out to be one of those things where we wanted Darren and Darren actually wanted the part. It was very kismet.”

Should the crossover prove successful, Kreisberg even has hopes for a sequel, and Criss would be elated to return to the wild, wild world of singing superheroes. “I would have liked to have written some songs,” quips the actor and musician, who landed the role too late in the process to do so. “I want to come back, I’m not done — then I’ll have my true payback!” Watch out, Flash!

The musical crossover will kick off at the end of Supergirl‘s March 20 hour, with the majority of the action taking place during The Flash‘s March 21 episode, both airing at 8 p.m. ET on The CW.

Spirit in the House - chap 8/10

Modern!AU Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Reader is in a coma after a car accident. Bucky moves into your apartment and find your spirit still hanging around. (Based on Just like Heaven)

Word Count: 1,965

Warnings: Language, Mention of Cheating

A/N: Grab your bottles of wine ‘cause the last 3 chapters are going to be extra cheesy. Sorry for the wait, hope this is worth it. 

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6] [Part 7] [Part 8] [Part 9] [Part 10

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In the fifth month of your coma, your spirits declined. So to speak. Your chances of survival were very slim.

Bucky didn’t visit you often, he was afraid he might run into Peggy. But everytime he visited, he always placed a soft, lingering kiss on your forehead and you could feel the gentle pressure of his lips against your skin.

He never mentioned that to you, so you never commented on it.

Bucky would read books to you, watch movies with you until he fell asleep on the sofa, too tired to move. Most of the time, he was trying to fight off sleep so he could stay with you a little bit longer.

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Collarbone

A/N: This… is disgusting, plotless, irredeemable fluff. I’m sorry. 

“What’ll it be, hon?” 

This waitress can’t be for real. She’s ambiguously middle-aged, with poorly-bleached, preposterously floofy hair piled on top of her head. Wide hips, blue eyeshadow, one bad tooth - the works. She’s like a caricature. Hell, she’s even chewing gum, smacking it cheerfully between her tongue and her teeth. She’s unbelievable, is what she is. This whole diner is unbelievable. And true to his penchant for unbelievable things, Mulder is absolutely delighted. 

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Zuko X Reader - Hopeless

Request:  Could I have an imagine for A:TLA? Zuko is hopelessly in love with you but while you do return his feelings, you refuse to make any ‘big’ decisions before the war is over, so could the imagine include his many attempts of sealing your hand for him? -Anon

Well, here ya go! It’s really long, like over 2000 words oops.


Yesterday you had kissed Zuko. Today you were avoiding him.

While you and Zuko were close, and you both had strong feelings for each other, you wanted to wait until the war was over and done with to make any rash decisions regarding your relationship with him. It would hurt you too much if something happened to him and you were together. At least this way, if one of you was seriously injured, or even killed, you wouldn’t be losing a partner. You’d only be losing your friend.

“(Y/N)-”

“Zuko, I told you. I can’t, okay? I can’t make any huge decisions right now.”

“Can I remind you that you kissed me yesterday? That seemed like a pretty huge decision.”

“I was tired and overcome with emotions then. I just think it’s best we not get involved romantically until after… all this.”

“(Y/N)-”

“I have to go, Zuko. Toph wanted to spar.” You began to walk away, but paused a moment to look back at the teen. “I just don’t want to risk losing my boyfriend as well as my best friend.” Zuko nodded, which you took as a cue to leave. Zuko understood the reasoning behind not wanting to make the decision before the war, but he thought that was all the more reason to make the decision. If you were about to go to war, it would be good to let go of your feelings, right?

Zuko was determined to at least get you to admit you loved him before the war was over.

Attempt #1: Flowers

“Katara?” Zuko held a bouquet of flowers in his hand. It was small, and the flowers were mostly wilted as they had been growing in a shady, sad spot in a forest, but it was a bouquet nonetheless. He was bringing them to the waterbender to see if she could maybe perk them up, or at least to see if the flowers had the stamp of approval before being given to you.

“Hmm?”

“I have a question. If someone gave you these flowers, would you accept them?” He held the small bouquet out to the girl, and she looked at them before reaching out a hand to hold them closer and take a better look.

“Well, they’re kind of sad, Zuko. Are these for (Y/N)?”

“Yeah.” He pulled his hand away as Katara grabbed the entire bouquet.

“Oh, nice flowers. I didn’t know you and Katara were a thing, Zuko.” You seemed to come out of nowhere, just in time to see Katara taking the flowers from Zuko’s outstretched hands.

“Oh no, I’m not- we’re not… I was just-”

“Relax, I was joking. Katara, Sokka wants us to go get some supplies.”

“Alright, I’m coming.” She handed the bouquet back to Zuko, giving him a quick look of pity before walking off with you. As you walked away from Zuko, Katara leaned closer to your ear. “They were for you, you know.” You sighed, nodding your head.

“I know.”

Zuko simply frowned at your receding figures. He was going to have to try harder to get you.

Attempt #2: Fire

It was a rare night, everyone huddled around a fire, laughing and acting like the world was alright. Katara and Aang sat next to each other, talking in hushed tones to themselves. Sokka was poking at the fire, making sure he kept it aflame despite the fact there were two individuals who could firebend sitting across from him. Toph was doing her best to make Sokka’s attempts fail, sticking rocks up into the fire and kicking pebbles in Sokka’s general direction. You and Zuko just sat next to each other, watching the others and occasionally saying a few words.

You were tired. It was rare you had a night that you weren’t stressing or working, and you wanted to take this opportunity to sleep early, but spending time with the rest of the Gaang was so rare that you were sticking it out. After your fifth yawn in twenty minutes, though, Zuko nudged your shoulder.

“Hey, go to bed if you’re so tired.”

“I’d much rather stay out here with everyone. Besides, it’s more comfortable out here, right?” You and Toph had bent some makeshift couch-like seats for everyone to sit on, and sitting with Zuko on one of the rock couches by a fire was much more comfortable than laying on the ground with only a blanket and a small, worn pillow.

“Go get some rest, (Y/N).”

“I’m not-” you yawned “-that tired.” Zuko simply rolled his eyes, as if to say, “Whatever you say,” and wrapped his arm around your shoulders.

Only thirty minutes later, however, you had fallen asleep. You were pressed against Zuko, arms wrapped around his waist and head resting on his shoulder. Your hair tickled his neck, and your breathing was loud, but he made no effort to move you. Instead, he asked Sokka to grab his blanket and pillow and got comfortable.

The next morning you woke up to the sound of Aang’s laughter and Appa’s noises. You opened your eyes to see Aang playing with his beloved animal, which as strange because you didn’t remember falling asleep outside. It wasn’t until you sat up that you realized you and Zuko had fallen asleep around the fire. You quickly got up, leaving Zuko with the blanket, and went to change. You ran into Katara moments later, and she looked at you with knowing eyes.

“Friends fall asleep with friends, Katara,” you insisted, but she knew what was really going on. Zuko might just succeed in his quest after all.

Attempt #3: Sparring

It was good to practice, especially with the war coming up. You and Zuko were doing just that, sparring in an attempt to brush up on your skills.

“I’m probably not the best person to be practicing with,” you had said over and over, knowing that Zuko planned on going after his sister and that he should be practicing with Aang, a firebender. But Zuko had other plans. He didn’t really need to practice, he just wanted to spend some alone time with you, and work on getting you to admit your feelings out loud.

“It’s fine. It’s always nice to spar with an earthbender.”

“I can go get Toph, she’s a better opponent.”

“No, no, you’re fine.” With that, you two began to train. Toph had taught you some moves, and you were now able to sense where people were with your earthbending. You were practicing that by trying to spar Zuko with your eyes clamped shut.

“You sure you can do that?” he kept asking you, but you nodded every time.

“I’m good. I’m pro.” You would laugh and send a rock his way. Now, you were far from pro. You could kind of sense where he was going, but when it came to his bending, you had no clue when it was coming or where it was going. You were on your butt more than you were on your feet.

“Yeah, you’re a real pro,” Zuko said, holding his hand out to help you get up. You sensed this and reached out to grab it. He pulled you to your feet quickly, and you were launched up. You opened your eyes to see Zuko’s face mere inches away from yours, and you felt his arms hovering around your waist. “Sorry. You’re light,” he said, not making an effort to move away from you. He was staring into your eyes, and you were staring into his enchanting gold ones. You two stayed like this for what seemed like ages. You wanted to pull away, but you simply couldn’t bring yourself to it.

“Hey, (Y/N), using those techniques I’ve been teaching you?” You were broken from your trance and quickly pulled away from Zuko, knowing that Toph would be able to sense how close you two were.

“Yeah. I’m not too good, though.” You laughed, glancing over at Zuko as you did so. “I kept getting knocked off my feet. Think we could practice some more?”

“Sure, I’m not doing anything.” Toph waved, motioning for you to follow her, and you shot Zuko a quick apologetic look.

“I’ll ask Aang if he wants to spar you. Seriously, it’d be better to train with someone who would actually be a challenge.” Zuko shook his head.

“No, it’s fine. I’ll go to town for some food or something.” You shrugged and walked off with Toph, who was shooting you a grin.

“So, you and Zuko were pretty close together back there.”

“Oh, shut up.”

Attempt #4: Clothes

“Zuko! Hey, I need your help with something.” You had your head stuck out of your tent, and you were motioning for Zuko to come in. He slipped in and you immediately began to talk. “Okay, so I thought that since we’re hiding out in the Fire Nation for a bit I should wear some Fire Nation clothing, right? But I think I look ridiculous in it.”

“Ridiculous how?”

“Ridiculously out of place.”

“Let me see.” You dropped the blanket you were using to cover yourself to reveal your outfit. A red, midriff-baring top and a pair of simple red pants. Zuko began to laugh, and you quickly went to cover yourself again. “No, no. You only ridiculous because you tied the top wrong.”

“I did?”

“Yeah. Here, turn around, I’ll fix it.” You spun, and Zuko began to fix the top.

“Thanks. I’m glad I didn’t go outside looking like a complete idiot.” You could feel Zuko’s breath against your neck as he chuckled softly.

“Only I would’ve noticed.”

“Still.” You felt his hands brush against your back as he finished tying your top.

“There. I fixed you.” You turned around and gave him a smile.

“Thanks, Zuko.”

“No problem, (Y/N).” Once again you were in a situation where neither of you could look away. You were frozen.

“Well, I better leave. Now that I can go into town, I want to look at some stuff in this shop Katara told me about.” You broke the trance, moving around Zuko to leave your tent. “Thank you again.” Zuko simply smiled in response, and you left him alone in your tent.

Attempt #5: Before the Battle

“(Y/N).” You stopped to turn to Zuko, who had just called your name.

“Yeah?” You were getting ready to go with Katara and Zuko to find Azula, and you still had to grab one more thing when Zuko called you.

“Look, we’re about to go fight my sister. She’s really dangerous.” You nodded your head.

“I know, Zuko. Can I go? I have to grab something…”

“(Y/N), just wait.” He put his arm on your arm to keep you from leaving, and you looked up at him. Once again, you were trapped in his golden eyes. Slowly, he leaned down and connected his lips to yours. You found yourself almost kissing back, but you pulled away.

“Zuko, I-” Words escaped you. You couldn’t think of what to say. “I can’t kiss you.”

“But you have.” Zuko had tried to understand, but at this point, he couldn’t. You were kissing him back, dammit! But you still wouldn’t admit anything. “(Y/N), I love you. I’m in love with you, you know that. How could you not? But you still refuse to admit your feelings for me. I just want to hear it once, ‘I love you, Zuko.’ Just once, (Y/N).” You bit your lip.

“Zuko, I’m sorry. I’ve made my decision. Not until after this.” You shook your head, a sad look on your face. “Look, I have to grab something, then we can leave. Go get Katara.”

Zuko had messed up. He realized that as you walked away.

What Got You:

Everything seemed to happen in slow motion. Zuko was taunting Azula, something about not using lightning. Azula then shot some lightning at Katara, who Zuko quickly jumped in front of. He was struck, fell to the ground, and you heard yourself and Katara scream as Azula laughed. You began to sprint towards Zuko, but Azula shot at you with some fire, so you stayed back. Katara tried to approach him to heal him, but Azula then began to fire at her.

There were tears streaming down your eyes. You watched in fear as Azula went after Katara, but you knew the waterbender could handle herself, so you ran to Zuko. You collapsed beside him, held his hand, begged him to be alright. It felt like ages before Katara chained Azula down and ran over to heal the fallen prince.

“Thank you, Katara,” he mumbled after she had worked her magic. He sat up slowly and looked from Katara to you. You were both crying.

“Zuko,” you whispered through your tears. “Zuko, I thought you were going to…” You broke into tears again, wrapping your arms tightly around his torso, momentarily forgetting his was injured. “I thought I was going to lose you.” Zuko loosened your grip around his body and looked you in the eyes. He reached a hand up to wipe a tear from your cheek.

“You tied your top incorrectly,” he said after a moment, causing you to giggle slightly through your tears. “It’s actually better that way, I think.” You couldn’t stand it anymore. You leaned in and captured his lips with yours. It was a gentle, sweet kiss, and you never wanted it to end.

“I love you,” you whispered against Zuko’s lips. “I’m in love with you.”

“I know,” Zuko mumbled back, a small smile playing on his lips. “Now kiss me again.”

Making Bruce Wayne blush

I felt inspired today, and so here’s for my second post on Tumblr…Some Bruce Wayne loving. Hope you’ll enjoy. 

WARNING : Mention of sex. 

(My masterlist blog here : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com)

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Tonight, at yet another boring charity gala, you decided that your favorite game was DEFINITELY “Make Bruce Wayne blush”.
It wasn’t an easy game, and sometimes, when he was broodier than usual, it was like playing on “hard mode”…but it was so worth it when you succeeded.

Part one of your plan, was always to make him jealous. He was more receptive to your teasing when jealous. His mind was always somewhat slower when jealous, focused on the fact that it wasn’t him flirting with you, but some asshole he suddenly didn’t like at all. 


You rarely had the occasion to make him jealous though, as he rarely let go of you during one of those charity soirée. He knew you were uncomfortable at those, and he knew you found his arm around your waist comforting. Besides, he loved to show you off to anyone he’d talk to that night. And you absolutely loved that he liked it, it made you feel good about yourself, that billionaire ex-playboy Bruce Wayne was proud to date you. You were rarely alone…but sometimes, a particular guest would take up all his attention, and you’d slip away to the bar to get something to drink, and escape the boring conversation about trade and such. 


Tonight was one of those occasions, and to hell if you weren’t going to take advantage of it. 

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Inside the Super-Sized 'Glee' Reunion on 'The Flash'-'Supergirl' Musical Crossover
Good luck staying in your seat during this episode

Darren Criss is singing his heart out. Grant Gustin and Melissa Benoist are tap dancing. “It’s literally a Glee episode,” Gustin jokes. No, the Fox series hasn’t been revived. The trio are actually reuniting for the first time since their days on the Emmy-nominated hit series for a different kind of musical — and Criss may finally get his revenge. 

His Glee character, Blaine Anderson, received a slushy facial from Gustin’s Sebastian Smythe back in 2012, but now the tables have turned, with Criss assuming the mantle of the dastardly DC Comics villain Music Meister in the highly anticipated Flash/Supergirl musical crossover. “It is funny that the last time I worked with Grant, he was the bad guy and he was singing at me, and now I’m the bad guy singing at him,” Criss says. Though it’s a different set, with the quick turnaround and prep, Criss concurs that this all feels familiar. “It’s just Glee,” he says. 

In the March 21 episode of The Flash, Barry (Gustin) and Kara (Benoist) find themselves trapped in a movie musical of the Meister’s creation — an hour that has been years in the making. “We’ve always talked about doing it, from the very beginning, more in a joking way,” says executive producer Andrew Kreisberg. Gustin, however, was initially curious. “I didn’t ever think it would be a real thing, so when they told me it was real, I was like, ‘How?!‘” 

Here’s how: As the Scarlet Speedster and Girl of Steel experience turmoil in their interpersonal relationships, they’re whammied by the Music Meister, a less mustache-twirling, more manipulative villain who causes victims to break into song. The character was famously voiced by Neil Patrick Harris in the Batman: The Brave and the Bold animated series. “I have made a pretty decent career of only taking over roles as made famous by child stars,” jokes Criss, who also played the titular wizard in the Harry Potter musical. 

“I could not be happier that he’s here,” gushes Benoist, whose Glee character Marley Rose was mentored by Blaine. “He’s killing this role. He’s bringing such a fun energy, the way he did on Glee as well.”

Being fans of movie musicals as kids, the power-stripped heroes end up trapped in a golden-age send-up involving rival gangs and their kids falling in love — though expect many of the couples to come with a twist. The only way out? Follow the Meister’s script till the end. It may be a prison to them, but it’s heaven to Benoist. Noting she was born in the wrong era, the actress takes delight in the vintage ambience while sitting on a ’40s-era nightclub set. “Not that I don’t love the [Supergirl] suit, but it just feels good playing the same character in a completely different setting,” she says. “I’m eating this up.”

The Glee alums aren’t the only big names attached to the special episode. In a nod to Kara’s favorite film Wizard of Oz, everyone else in the vocally impressive cast is playing a character within this movie, from Jesse L. Martin, Victor Garber, and John Barrowman as rival mob bosses to Jeremy Jordan’s club pianist and Carlos Valdes’ aspiring artist busboy. Cherry-picking the movie musical genre — West Side Story, Singing in the Rain, and Guys and Dolls among the show’s inspirations — the hour also features some original songs, including “Runnin’ Home to You” from Oscar-winning La La Land duo Benj Pasek and Justin Paul, as well as the bubbly and playful Rachel Bloom co-penned tap duet “Super Friend.” “It’s a goofy song and it’s very consistent with that style of Crazy Ex-Girlfriend,” Gustin says. 

“We were approached by Rachel Bloom, who reached out to us and she really wanted to write a song for us,” Kreisberg explains. “And Greg [Berlanti] had a relationship with Pasek and Paul, so we sat down with them — we hadn’t even seen La La Land with them, but Greg had been such huge fans of theirs.” 

The episode also includes several covers, among them the Benoist solo “Moon River,” and an ensemble performance of Jackie DeShannon’s “Put a Little Love in Your Heart” that brings the denizens of the ’40s nightclub to their feet as the Meister conducts Jordan, Valdes, and John Barrowman in an epic, upbeat dance number choreographed by Glee’s Zachary Woodlee. “Some things are just star-crossed,” Valdes says of his two worlds — superheroes and musicals — colliding. “Some things are just destined and written in the stars. This felt like one of those instances where it was just something that was going to happen.” 

Jordan concurs: “Ever since they announced the cast of our show — plus the casts of Flash and other shows having so many musical theater people in them — it was only a matter of time before they harnessed those talents and made something into it.” 

All involved have unquestionable talents when it comes to singing, but Barrowman says the DeShannon piece doesn’t play to his strengths: “I’m exceptionally confident vocally, but they show me the dance steps and I’m not a hip-hopper, no way,” says Barrowman, who practices his moves on set between takes. “I panicked.” Still, Barrowman was determined to be involved once he learned of the crossover. “I hadn’t heard anything and I just basically then said, ‘I think you would be daft or stupid not to have me in this, really,‘” he says. “But they planned on it all along.” 

On the flip side, Gustin says he was excited about slipping back into his dance shoes. “More than anything else, my true foundation was tap dance,” the actor says. “It’s been cool to get back to it.” Adds Benoist: “It’s funny how things stay in your muscle memory. It was fun to pick it back up again and see your body and be like, ‘Oh, we remember how to do this.'” 

With everyone in one room, Barrowman admits, “I’m a bit fan-boying out to be honest,” explaining that he watched his castmates’ former projects Glee and Smash. “What a nerd,” Jordan responds upon hearing the news. “He plays it super cool backstage, so you wouldn’t know he was geeking out.”  

Beyond Glee, the hour marks an even bigger reunion as Gustin and Supergirl‘s Chris Wood — who, along with co-star David Harewood, will guest in the crossover, but not sing — went to school together, while Criss counts Valdes, Pasek, and Paul as classmates. “It’s been a very sentimental crossover on so many levels,” Criss says. “Every day, every scene my mind is being blown. I can’t believe I’m here with Melissa Benoist and Carlos Valdes. ‘How do you guys even know each other? Oh, that’s right, you’re both superheroes!'” 

Fun fact: Another classmate of theirs, Andy Mientus, also previously played a villain on The Flash, with Criss joking it’s about damn time he appeared in the Berlanti-verse. “I was wondering why everybody else I knew had been on the show but me,” Criss says with a laugh. In truth, Kreisberg says Criss was destined to play this role. “Darren so brings him to life,” the EP says. “I’m not sure who we would have gotten to do it if Darren had said no, but it turned out to be one of those things where we wanted Darren and Darren actually wanted the part. It was very kismet.” 

Should the crossover prove successful, Kreisberg even has hopes for a sequel, and Criss would be elated to return to the wild, wild world of singing superheroes. “I would have liked to have written some songs,” quips the actor and musician, who landed the role too late in the process to do so. “I want to come back, I’m not done — then I’ll have my true payback!” Watch out, Flash! 

The musical crossover will kick off at the end of Supergirl‘s March 20 hour, with the majority of the action taking place during The Flash‘s March 21 episode, both airing at 8 p.m. ET on The CW.

ultradreamologistblog  asked:

hi 👋 I just wanted to say I've been following your for ages & your tumblr is goals af - I also wanted to ask/say I was so disappointed to find that people on tumblr are just outright hating on acowar & completely disregarding the fact that it did have some wonderfully beautiful moments with our fave characters, there was more representation (I mean hello Helion & various other sexy poc) & we got a nice ending where no one died - isn't that what we have all been praying for since September!? Pt1

I’m not ignoring the fact that there were no flaws in her writing or some of the decisions she made about the plot but it’s just so sad to see what once was a wonderful & loving fandom (albeit as but of a salty one) become something nasty. I just wanted to ask how you felt about how no one is focusing on the good right now as well as looking forward to all the stuff in the novellas ☺️ Pt 2
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Oh man! This is great! And I gotta tell ya, I have positive posts and theory posts READY TO GO! I’m just stalling on the posts cuz not everyone has read the book yet. So I’m waiting.

But a mini list of things I was/am super excited about in ACOWAR:

1) Maas FINALLY got more distinguished about skin color in this book! The illyrians were golden-brown. (It was odd when she said Lucien was too—but again not complaining.)

2) I’m happy that we have a main character who is gay. And I know that not everyone is okay with how it was done, but I said this before and I’ll say it again, I would rather Maas try and get it wrong then not try at all. And I know people who identify really REALLY hard with Mor’s story in this book—so it can’t be all bad.

3) We also got some GREAT Azriel moments!!! Which I honestly needed. He is an interesting dude. And Maas was on her game for his scenes. She did a LOT of showing and not telling when it came to his decisions and interactions ESPECIALLY with Elain. And let’s just say my heart grew three sizes.

4) She left us with mystery! I NEED to know what Nesta really is! I get she’s probably a witch, but by what the Bone Carver said—that can’t be all! I NEED to know why Vassa said Mr. Archeron was like a father to her! I need to know if Elain is a low-key shadowsinger, or if Truth-Teller allowed her to travel through the shadows! WHY DOES THE CAULDRON LIKE ELAIN???! It’s not supposed to feel! SO WHY was it showing Elain how mad it was when Nesta took from it? What did it show Elain when it lured her from the war camp, and did it have ANYTHING to do with her reaction to Azriel?!

5) The set up for NESSIAN was fantastic. Like. I can’t even explain how great it was when they likened her to a death god and him to a god of warriors. WHO BETTER TO WALK HAND IN HAND WITH DEATH THAN A WARRIOR?! 💀💔🗑 classic Maas meaning right there

6) LUCIEN GETTING HIS GROOVE BACK! That poor child has been cloistered away, living in exile in the Spring Court—he finally got to spend his wings! He got to go on a mini quest! He went into the library to get a book to READ FOR PLEASURE. He still loves Jesminda—that was pretty clear—but he is learning to be his own man again. He was surrounded by people who valued his opinion. By people WHO ASKED for his opinion! JAYSUS. And not I think he is gonna do big things. He’s gonna see the world, meet his real dad, Use his Spell-Cleaver powers to save Vassa and maybe fall in love with her. Because let’s be honest, she seemed pretty in line with Jesminda and Lucien seemed to value Jes’s choice to love him. Ugh. My sweet fox!

7) Nesta showed some serious vulnerability and she stopped acting like a jerk to push people/feeling away. She is a complicated being. And she showed a lot of depth in this book. I think she is 100% aware of the mating bond. But Idk about Cassian. And what were her and Amren really doing in the Court of Nightmares? Did Amren tell Nesta she’s a witch, or was Devlon the first person to say that to her? WHAT IS SHE REALLY?!

8) ARCHERON. SISTER. FLUFF. Dudes. Oh, my dudes. After they saved Elain and Nesta ran to Feyre first and then they all slept in the bed together JUST LIKE OLD TIMES. KILL. ME. DEAD. I WAS ALIVE! THE FEELS! It still causes me physical pain to think about it!

And gosh. I could go on. But I’ll stop here. Maybe make a post for later. LOL.

this is the golden age (of something good and right and real)

♡♡♡ for the lovely @jackiemoreno, the brightest star in my sky ♡♡♡

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“I miss you.”

“I miss you too, darling.“ Lena answers right away, accent thicker than usual despite the fact she’s been back in Ireland for so little time. “Just two more days until I’m back home.”

Kara presses the phone closer to her ear, closing her eyes and concentrating until she can hear the steady rhythm of Lena’s heartbeat. She sighs for what feels like the thousandth time since her girlfriend has been gone, never mind the fact it’s only the fifth day of their week long separation - her heart aches as if they’ve been apart for months.

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Through Dangers Untold ch 1 (Elucien Labyrinth AU)

Elain has made a grave mistake and wished her sisters away to the dangerous realm of the goblins. To get them back, she’ll have to navigate a maddening labyrinth—and go toe-to-toe with its powerful, enigmatic ruler. Elain finds herself drawn to the red-haired Goblin King, but is he the tragic, lovesick prince from her mother’s stories, or a wicked faerie who’s only toying with her?

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Originally posted by theworldisworthagif

Their mother did not spend a great deal of time with the Archeron sisters, even before she died. Their father was in charge of their education, and he passed it on to a rotating series of tutors; the nanny minded them at play, the cooks fed them, the dogs cuddled with them when they were upset.

But mama Archeron did one thing, often in her elaborate party dresses, putting them to bed while her guests laughed and drank downstairs: she told stories. Elain remembers them well, remembers how often little Feyre fell asleep halfway through, how Nesta would sulk and declare that she didn’t need stories, she was too old for them, and would end up listening raptly by the end anyway.

She remembers one story best of all, would request it over and over again.

“The Goblin King,” her mother says, her beautiful painted mouth tugging into a smile. “Was one of the High Fae, a very long time ago.”

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anonymous asked:

photographer jughead meets a shy betty and through instagram they become a power couple

A real cole sprouse Jughead huh? You got it! This may be a little different but hang tight!
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He tagged the location for his most recent instagram picture and posted the beautiful field of poppies, keeping his theme strong still. As a photographer it was important to have an organized social media platform where models and jobs could see your work, instagram was almost a form of a portfolio for the real world. He clicked on the location and pulled up someone named “Ronnielodge” s instagram.

Staring intently at the picture he couldn’t believe how beautiful the blonde haired model was. The focal point of the photo was a gorgeous, long legged, golden haired blonde wearing a simple white sundress and looking away from the camera, a peek of her dimples showing as she stood in the poppy field he had just been at. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from her and clicked on this “ronnies” instagram to see if he could find more pictures of her. Of course there were group photos and dramatic pictures of the dark haired girl he assumed was Veronica. Clicking on a particularly funny shot he couldn’t help but smile at the pretty blonde in a very short cheerleading skirt with the NYU emblem, her tongue sticking out and her hands in the air. So she went to NYU? So did he.

Picking his phone up he dialed his best friends number

“What’s up Jug?” Archie answered on the first ring

“Do you know a Veronica Lodge?” He asked quickly

“Hi nice to hear from you too, yeah the dorm is fine. Oh the poppy fields were nice? That’s great.” Archie rambled

Jughead rolled his eyes and grinned
“Hi arch, Veronica Lodge?”

“Oh yeah man, she’s a total babe. She’s in my civics class and I’m kind of in love with her….she’s off limits dude, I’ve been trying to get a date with her for ages!” He warned

Jughead rolled his eyes again
“I’m not interested in her. I’m interested in her friend..blonde she’s a…”

“Say no more, you’re talking about Betty Cooper, her and Veronica Lodge are inseparable. Hey! I actually heard them talking about heading to the poppy..” Jughead hung up the phone and pulled instagram up again, typing in Betty Cooper.

Her page was simple and well managed, pictures of books and coffees, selfies of her and her friends, a few family shots and a bunch of pictures of her and animals. His eyes glanced up to her bio and he instantly smiled

“Betty Cooper: I’m 22, half of the pair B&V, future veterinarian and hopeless romantic.”

After about half an hour of debating, he finally pressed the follow button, pleasantly surprised when she followed him back only minutes afterwards.

He became obsessed, searching campuses to find her, spending hours refreshing Instagram, following Veronica just to see pictures of her. It all came to fruition when he finally found her leaning casually against a coffee cart, balancing books and a coffee cup as she tucked her phone into her pocket. He walked towards her, the warm sunshine spurring his confidence on as he grabbed the books from her hand and she smiled up at him, her eyes instantly widening when she recognized the face.

“Oh Thank you so much! Its Jughead right?”

He nodded, still speechless at being this close to perfection,
“You followed me on Instagram right? You’re very talented, I could look at your pictures all day. The places you go to take those pictures? They’re amazing, I’m so jealous.”

Jughead smiled before rubbing a hand in his neck nervously, “I could take you. Ya know.. to some of those places.. they’re not that far and it would be amazing to photograph you.. I mean if you’re okay with that! You don’t have to be..” he rambled before Betty cut him off and smiled brightly

“I’m no model but … I think that would be pretty awesome” she giggled and grabbed his phone inputting something quickly
“That’s my number, text me anytime. If I’m not in class or cheerleading I’m usually always free.” Taking her books from him, she went on her tippy toes and pressed a kiss to his cheek

“Hope to hear from you soon Romeo.”

Pretty soon Jugheads Instagram was filled with photos of Betty in various settings, she was so beautiful and as her boyfriend he took great pride in showing her off on all social media. Betty took photos of him as well, after he taught her how to use his camera it was over, her own Instagram held pictures of the dark haired boy and couple shots. Around NYU they became known as “couple goals” and almost everyone knew they were meant to be. Some of the More popular shots were featured in Buzzfeed articles and they were happily dubbed “the Romeo and Juliet of NYU”

Being a writing major Jughead didn’t appreciate the poor choice of coupling but hopeless romantic Betty swooned nearly everyday she read a new article on the pair.

Many, many Years later when their son had decided he was finally old enough for an instagram, Jughead and Betty had welcomed it with open arms.

Their love story was forever documented by a series of Instagram photos and they could only Hope Cody would fall in love the way they had, because hey if it was good enough for Betty and Jughead it was good enough for him.

@hexxvx asked for a post on Italian idioms, and this is it. Now, we have A LOT of them (as many languages do), and I really didn’t know which ones to select, so I just went with some pertaining to three major groups (those who mention animals, body parts [I mostly left out the vulgar ones here, but I could make a post on those too if you’d like me to] and food) and a couple of bonus ones. The Food and Miscellanea categories are under the cut because this is already long enough as it is, hahaha.
Enjoy and please ask if you have any questions!

ANIMALS

In bocca al lupo/in culo alla balena – Good luck/Break a leg (lit. “in the mouth of the wolf/in the ass of the whale”)

Honestly, I tend to use the first one more ‘cause the other is a bit gross, haha. I someone wishes you “in bocca al lupo”, you should answer “crepi [il lupo]” (“may [the wolf] die”) or also, if you are a loser like I am, “viva il lupo” (“may the wolf live”), while if someone says “in culo alla balena” the correct reply is “speriamo che non caghi” (“let’s hope it doesn’t shit”).

Il bue che dice cornuto all'asino – The pot calling the kettle black (lit. “the ox calling the donkey horned”)

When somebody accuses someone else of a fault which they themselves share. We’ll get to other meanings of “cornuto” later (spoiler: it’s cuckold) which give this idiom subtler nuances.

Una gallina dalle uova d'oro – A golden goose (lit. “hen with the golden eggs”)

Coming from Aesop’s fables, this idiom refers to something that generates great profit.

Una gatta da pelare – A tough nut to crack (lit. “a cat to skin”)

“Avere una [bella] gatta da pelare” basically means being faced with a difficult task, and I guess because poor cats rightfully won’t let you skin them so easily.

Menare il can per l'aia – To beat around the bush (lit. “to lead the dog around the yard”)

Don’t be fooled by the meaning that the verb “menare” has acquired nowadays (at least in central Italy): the poor dog is not being beaten, but rather led around in circles without a real purpose. This is an old idiom, also featured in Goldoni’s plays, dating back to the 18th century!

Prendere due piccioni con una fava – To kill two birds with one stone (lit. “to catch two pigeons with one fava bean”)

The meaning is essentially the same, though our version is less cruel and more precise (I honestly don’t know why one would want to catch pigeons in particular, though).

Un freddo cane – Damn cold (lit. “dog cold”)

When someone says that “fa un freddo cane”, they mean that the day is the coldest they’ve seen in quite a long time. The addition of “cane” is, basically, a way to insult the cold itself, and can actually be applied to other expressions as well: if a broken limb “fa un male cane”, for example, it means that it hurts real bad.

Sputare il rospo – To spit it out (lit. “to spit the toad out”)

You’ve been guarding a secret that weighs upon your chest, and a friend of yours is trying to get it out of you. After a couple of useless tries, they might lose their temper and burst into an exasperated: “Sputa il rospo!” (“spit it out!”) in order to persuade you to confess.

BODY PARTS

Avere le braccine corte – To be tightfisted (lit. “to have tiny, short arms”)

It’s not a particularly nice thing to say, but this idiom applies to those who just won’t spend their money, ever. If one is a bit stingy, we say he or she has short arms, so short that they can’t reach in their pockets!

Avere la coda di paglia – To have a guilty conscience (lit. “to have a tail made of straw”)

The expression probably dates back to the Middle Ages, when those who had been defeated or condemned were made to walk around wearing a straw-tail, that could easily get burned to add to their humiliation. Someone who has a tail made of straw worries about seemingly minor details, and acts defensively out of fear of being exposed.

Braccia rubate all'agricoltura – Someone who isn’t very bright doing a job they’re not fit for (lit. “arms stolen from farming”)

A funny one, albeit undoubtedly snobbish. It can be said of someone who’d be better off cultivating the land rather than exerting themselves in intellectual purposes.

Essere di bocca buona – To eat anything (lit. “to have a kind mouth”)

A person who is “di bocca buona” will not request an elaborated (and probably expensive) dish, and will rather be satisfied with whathever they’ll find on their plate.

Fare le corna a qualcuno – To cheat on somebody (lit. “to put horns on somebody”)

Some argue that the origin of the idiom is to be sought in the Greek myth of the Minotaur, born of the adulterous relationship between Pasiphaë, queen of Crete, and a bull. Generally speaking, “fare le corna” is a propitiatory gesture thought to keep bad luck away.

Fare orecchie da mercante – To turn a deaf ear (lit. “to do a merchant’s ears”)

Its presence in written Italian has been attested since the 14th century, and in a comedy written by Anton Francesco Grazzini in the following century, the author himself explains it thus: “[Merchants] only hear what pleases them”.

Non avere peli sulla lingua – To not sugar-coat things (lit. “to not have hair on one’s tongue”)

This expression is fit for someone who always says things the way they are, if a little harshly, without worrying too much about the way others could react.

Togliersi un peso dallo stomaco – To take something off one’s chest (lit. “to take a weight off one’s stomach”)

Basically the same as in English.

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Guide To Colormancy

Colormancy is using colors and their correspondences for divining purposes. It is a method of divination that I haven’t found too much about on here, so here is a little guide to using colormancy, different techniques, and color correspondences.

Techniques:

There are plenty of different ways to use colormancy, for it is a rather broad form of divination. A few suggestions on what to use:

  • Cards: using colored cards can be a very easy way to use colormancy. You may then use them exactly how you would any form of cartomancy. It is my personal preferred way of using colormancy, mine are about the size of standard tarot cards and I lay them out as if I was doing a Tarot reading.
  • Buttons: putting a bunch of small colored buttons into a bag and pulling them out one at a time or tossing them onto a divination grid is another easy method of colormancy. You could also use colored rocks, beads, crayons, marbles, or anything else small that you can easily pull from a bag.
  • Color Wheel: Simply taking a color wheel and turning it into a spinner and flicking it when you wish to get a fast easy answer is an easy beginner method.
  • Pendulums: If you have a pendulum or necklace this is another easy method. Print out or make a pendulum chart or grid and when asking your questions interpret which color the pendulum swings over.
  • Color Generators: For those who enjoy using technomancy and modern witchcraft you can use random color generator sites to randomize and provide you with the colors in response to you questions. It is also a fast way for witches on the go who have a cellphone.
  • Dice: Rolling a dice with different colored sides is another easy way for beginners in divination and colormancy to start out. If you don’t have a dice with different colored sides you can easily make one by finding a dice you do not mind painting up and paint the sides with either paint or nail polish. You could also, if you are good at arts and crafts, make your own dice from paper and color the sides.

There are numerous other ways to use colormancy of course. Find what works for you best, these were just some easy suggestions.

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anonymous asked:

OHOHOH! Can you please do the “Welcome to fatherhood.” prompt?

For the promp #37. “Welcome to Fatherhood”, and inspired as well by this lovely gifset courtesy of @wholeperson

Sorry I’m just now getting to this, anon. I try I really do, but I’m slow. 

Also I’m southern, and the linguistics are too. Apologies in advance. 


Paternitas


 Gordon County Hospital, GA

9:23 pm

 I lean against the wall of the break room, trying to center my thoughts and calm my breathing. 15 years as an L&D nurse and cases like that one never cease to shake me up. I need a cigarette. My heart is beating out of my chest and my hands are still shaking. It’s just adrenaline, I know.  I haven’t eaten since before I left home and my sugar is in the toilet. {I need food, not a cigarette}, I think as I absent-mindedly rub the patch on my upper arm. {For the kids.} I’m doing this for the kids.  

 A debbie cake and a bottled water later, I pad down the hall to check on my patient. She’s out of surgery now, and it went well. God, just one tiny sliver of placenta can wreak so much havoc.  So much blood…. I wonder what in the hell happened to bring her in in such a state. A home birth gone wrong, maybe? No. She wasn’t even dressed in a nightgown. I guess it isn’t important now. Her poor husband looked about as frightened as I’d ever seen. I think I heard they arrived by chopper?? Not medevac, though.  Important folks, apparently.  They looked like they’d both just come from work, truth be told.  This patient assessment is going to be interesting.  

 When I get to the room the husband (? No ring I see) has exchanged his blood- saturated suit for a set of standard issue ‘dad scrubs’, and is sitting by her bed, studying mom’s face intently. He strokes a lock of hair from her face, leaning in and murmuring something unintelligible. He sits back down in the guest recliner, still holding her hand as he brings it to his lips for the most tender of kisses– once, twice. The gaze on her face is not broken. I wonder if he even blinks.

 He’s cute. Very. I shake my head at my inappropriate thought and proceed to the bedside with her chart in hand and a load of questions to ask. But I really wish I could leave them alone. 

 Flipping back through my notes at the nurse’s station I kick off my crocs and hear my toes crack. I’m only 40.. just, in fact, but tonight I’m feeling everyone of those years.  FBI….Huh. And his name is Fox? Suits him… {Jesus, Susan. Get a grip.}  This one’s clearly taken, old girl. What’s gotten into you? I need sleep, that’s it. I’m getting punch drunk already. This usually doesn’t happen til the end of my shift…

*Clearly* taken.

He never let go of her hand throughout any of the inquiries. He stroked her thumb continually with his, startling and glancing her way from time to time as if hoping she’d stir, maybe thinking she had. I’ve seen my share of jittery new dads– but this one seems, I don’t know, for lack of a better word….. spooked.  Lost. Thrust into a foreign universe and flailing. It’s clear who is his anchor here.

When I asked if he was the father (he’s listed as such on the chart, but I’m required to ask for my notes) his eyes went wide and expressionless, and he looked at her again, as if waiting for an answer.  “Yes, yes” , he repeated, nodding,  testing the words and looking at her. (Looking for permission?) I wrapped up my initial assessment, vitals strong (-ish, her BP could come up a bit), capillary refill: good.  Bowel sounds present. No distension. No hint of fever or infection. All good signs. She could be out as early as a couple of days. Dad sits quietly close by, giving me space to work but not much more than that. His knee bounces with anxiety.

I finish quietly, wash and unfasten from my clipboard the standard pamphlets and literature: birth certificate form, social security, “Getting to Know Your Baby”, “Welcome to Fatherhood”, “Mommy and Me: An Introduction to Breast Feeding”.  I hand them over with a small smile and he glances down non-committedly before placing them on the bedside table. He scoots the chair back close to her side and again strokes the same wayward lock of hair from her closed eyelids, and again, kisses her hand.  The tender expression of adoration convoluted with worry is so profound and unabashed that I find myself staring, my face growing hot, but I thankfully recover quickly and begin to go over her condition, letting him know what to expect when she wakes… she’s a fall risk…she’ll need help to the restroom….call a nurse if you need one…he nods, nods.  I hope that at least some information will give him his bearings, a comfort perhaps, but I think maybe it has no effect at all. He hears me but I get the sense he’s just waiting on her. His eyes plead with her to wake, to tell him what to do. Apparently she’s an M.D. (?! This case gets stranger and stranger…), so she should pretty well know her way around things, at least until they bring the baby in. Parenthood is tricky. No one really ever knows it all.  I think back to the birth of my first daughter. The elation, the fear, the absolutely necessity to have her at my side immediately and at all times.

He hasn’t yet asked to see his son.

Once they wheeled her in for the d&c he took off like a shot to the nursery, shouting questions of where and why over the child with fierce protectiveness but I sense it was more for her knowledge than his need. He was a sentinel, utterly at her service, unconscious as she was, but he was also her proxy in every sense of the word.

He hasn’t been back there since, though.

Baby from what I hear is fine; APGAR was a 9, nuero: solid. Good thing, too. Had his condition deteriorated we would have had to transport him to a bigger facility with a NICU. Somehow I sense that separating these 3 would prove problematic. Thankfully the nurses have been able to tending to the boy here with no trouble. Her milk is starting to come in though, and if she doesn’t wake soon I’ll need to express some for her. Engorgement is a bitch. I need to make a note to remind myself. 

 2:30 am

 Time for vitals again. They’ve wheeled the baby in I see. And now there’s a man outside their room. A broad guy, balding and with glasses, looking stern but exhausted as well. I’m assuming a friend but he looks and acts like a bodyguard. He gives me a polite nod, but a suspicious once over as I enter the room. Dad is still at his station. Wide-awake. He should sleep, if he knows what’s good for him. Ha. Real life is about to hit. Newborn induced sleep deprivation is entirely another animal.

 But, God, the way he looks at her. Utterly besotted. The intensity of his love  is all around him, a thrumming, golden aura, even as his body has begun to sway lightly in exhaustion.

 I hate to disturb them but her BP is still a bit low for my liking. We’ll need to continue pushing fluids. 

 "Hi there. Me again,” I smile apologetically. “Baby boy has joined y’all, I see?“ 

 "Yea, I uh, I wanted him to be here when she woke up.“ 

 I don’t comment that she may very well be out for the next 12 hours or so.

 "Well, the nurses fed him I’m sure, so you should have a few peaceful hours. They mostly just sleep and eat at this stage. And poop.” I chuckle, but the joke falls flat. 

 I need to make sure the baby’s nurse comes back for a diaper check. This guy isn’t ready.  I note the various monitors and change her bag. 

 "Would you like to hold him?“ That gets him to look right at me, with an unidentifiable expression.  He looks over at the bassinet, back to me and his mouth opens, but nothing comes out. He’s blinking furiously.  Bless. Indecision and panic are clear as day in his eyes. But something else, too. He looks…guilty. It’s the strangest thing. I can sense that he wants to hold the baby but feels unworthy.

 He lowers his chin to his chest, pauses and swallows. “Um…no… I… I don’t want to wake him.“  All of my maternal inclinations are screaming at me to hug this poor boy, who isn’t a boy at all. I tamp down the urge, and decide instead to turn my attention to the baby.

 I lean over the to take a glance. They’ve got the room fairly warm so he’s loosely swaddled in addition to a hospital issued t-shirt and diaper. His arms curled above his head, snoozing away. He smells of clean laundry and lavender baby shampoo. What a cutie. Just a dusting of strawberry blonde hair, long lashes of the same shade. He’s got his daddy’s chin. I watch his lips and cheeks mimicking the age-old suckling reflex. Oh heavens. I do miss this. "You won’t, don’t worry. Babies love to be held.  He might even sleep sounder that way.”

 Again he swallows. I won’t push.  

 "Y’all have a name picked out?“ I want to make friendly conversation, because I feel like this guy could use a friend, but mostly I want to leave. I feel awkward and oddly intrusive. Something about his room feels holy and sacred in a way I haven’t encountered before. And I’m trespassing.

 He blinks. As if the idea just occurred to him. "Um, no. No not yet.”

 "Well, never mind that. No hurry. He’s just precious,” I hug my clipboard to my chest and flash a nurturing southern grin, “Congratulations.“ Lord what a drawl. My accent really does get worse at night, especially deep into a shift. But I do mean that, wholeheartedly.  Oh, get ready I think. This love is like no other. 

 His eyes flit over to the baby, who’s begun to stir and whimper and then glances up at me, alarmed. I walk over and place my hand on the tiny human’s rapidly rising and falling belly, and place a firm but gentle pressure there. I lightly jiggle and ‘shhhh…’ softly. He settles instantly and resumes his slumber.

I feel dad’s eyes on me. Yes, he loves this baby. Suddenly the man’s paternal instincts are almost palpable.  And yet he holds back.  I smile over at him again, reassuringly. “See? Nothing to it, “ with a wink. No need for any hardcore parenting truths right now.

 As I gather my things and wish him a good night, tell him I’ll be back in a couple of hours to recheck her vitals but I’ll try not to wake them, in case he wants to rest his eyes for a while.  Something tells me he won’t.

He thanks me routinely and I turn to walk out. At the threshold of the door I hear the plastic of the chair crack and I turn around, wondering if he needs anything.  His attention isn’t on me, but the baby, walking over to the clear bassinet and peering over. He hasn’t touched him yet, only gazes down at the newborn with earnest curiosity that quickly blooms into boundless wonder, and finally, an expression of such heartbreaking devotion that I feel my eyes begin to burn and a lump lodges behind my throat. I freeze. He gently mimics, exactly, his movements from earlier. He strokes the baby’s face, no hair to move but along side his cherubic cheek just the same. Then places a finger in the baby’s palm, which instinctually grips his father’s outstretched digit. He leans close, so carefully close, and places an impossibly soft kiss on the tiny hand, lips trembling.

 “Hi.” He mouths.

 His face begins to crumple slightly and he gathers his entire bottom lip in his teeth, desperately trying to contain what’s so obviously a flood of emotion.

“Hi.” He says again, now a strained, high pitched whisper.

Feeling like an interloper,  I make my exit as quietly as I can and scurry down the hallway.

 The whys and how’s of their appearance at this lonely small town facility are inconsequential, really. They are just parents now. New parents. With vast, phenomenal, uncharted waters lying ahead of them. And yet, something tells me they are well equipped for such territory. Call it experience, call it optimism, call it hope, call it what you will.

{Good luck you two}, I think, walking toward my station and yearning for my shift to end so as to return to my own two sleeping babies at home. 

Fin

New Info

Hello everyone! A week or so ago I received a message here on Tumblr from a person who claimed to know information about a certain model and her involvement in bearding/secret gay relationships. After exchanging some emails, this person shared all of their information with me but asked that I used code names so that no one gets in trouble (as they believe much of this could be traced back to them or others mentioned). If you have any questions about code names please feel free to message me privately and I will be happy to share a little more with those who ask nicely. I would just like to be respectful of this person’s wishes.

This info concerns a model we all know (Model 1) and her past relationship with another model we all know even better (Model 2). It was requested that I simply copy and paste the information in full. The person who sent me the info didn’t disclose their identity so I’m unsure how trustworthy they are. However, my impression was that the info wasn’t outrageous enough to change anything we don’t already know so I am leaning towards trusting this person. It is up to you to make up your own mind. 

“You must know something about me:  i have a very very good & detailed memory (since i was a child) i always remember what people don’t, + very specific dates & conversations + the little things.My doctor says that it’s certainly unusual but it does not completely fit as idetic memory per say (i’m considered smart+ but not a genius).I tell you this because it’s very important in this story, it will help you understand why i remember so many details and things :) (even though i had to check a few things up with my 2 friends before writing this to you, just to be 100% sure)

Before i tell you this story, i want to make something very clear: i do not know Model 2, i’ve never met her.i’ve met Model 1 only once, in early 2013 in Paris, it was before she started to “date” that Famous Actor.
Both girls are not from my “models generation” (i’m 38, French, i worked as a model from 96 to 2000, no big covers but some very high profile fashion shows in haute couture & prêt-à-porter in Paris & Milan), it was still the golden age, with all of the worldwide famous supermodels around).
Anyway, this is important because of someone i have worked with a few times back in the day, who now is a well known Actress (& a good one), we are not friends, we haven’t seen each other in a few years, but we still have 2 good mutual and trustworthy friends: i’ll explain later).
i won’t give you photographs of our past works together, even if i quit modeling a long time ago, i don’t want to be identified, i hope you’ll understand.On the other hand, i’m pretty sure if some specific people read this story, eventually they’ll find out who my 2 friends are (but they’re both ok with this, they don’t really care).
Ok, so my good friend is under 35, also French, she recently retired as a model, she was never famous but she has had a few high profile campaign in Europe, but was never a VS model.(i don’t want to give more details about her).
She’s bi, (i’m a lesbian by the way), and we’re both the lipstick kind.
The only female model she’s dated was Model 1, it didn’t last (just for a few weeks), it was a rebound, for both of them.She introduced her to me in Paris in early 2013. we had diner together (with a few other people).i didn’t know who she was, i remember thinking “her face looks familiar” i thought she was gorgeous, natural, surprising not too shallow, nice & kind of shy.During diner my friend mentioned that Model 1 was walking for Victoria’s Secret, and it hit me “of course, ok now i know where i saw you before, got it”
Before meeting with her, my friend had told me on the phone, that Model 1 had recently ended a long & complicated relationship with another model, Basically, the break up was mutual but they remained good friends.My friend didn’t name the other model or said anything specific about her (but it was a “her” for sure).i remember asking her “are you ok with her still being so close to her ex ? ” she answered: “i don’t care, after what she said about their relationship, it’s ok”
Anyway, a couple of weeks after that diner, my friend called and said it was over..it was never serious, just a fling, so no big deal.
A few months later, i was checking a french tabloid magazine at my doctor’s office, and saw this article about that Famous Actor’s apparently new girlfriend and i clearly recognized Model1.I called my friend right after, i remember asking her: “ what the hell ?? that’s Model 1 with Famous Actor, right ? she said "yes, i saw the pics yesterday too, a bit of a shock to be honest, Z & Y (2 friends who were with us at that diner) also called about it” i asked: “so she’s bi ? sounds weird to me”(after the diner i was pretty sure she wasn’t bi, but maybe i had understood it wrong, you never know (and to be honest my female gaydar is not always perfect ;)she had a little laugh: “you’re kidding ?? she’s as straight as jodie foster” (her exact words, i swear, it made me laugh)“ok, so….. bearding contract ?” i askedshe answered: “looks like it to me,i think there’s no way she’d sleep with a guy, even for publicity”
i have to explain that beardings contracts were already very much known & used during “my time”, it was also a good boost for a model’s career…So it didn’t shock me when she agreed it was highly probably that, and it didn’t shock me about Famous Actor either: there were already very big rumors about him back when i was modeling, so…
part 2:Some time ago, we talked about it again (we were with a longtime friend of ours: (let’s call him B), who is a quite well known in Paris, he works on many fashion week shows, he’s gay and super cute (he dated a famous Male Singer in the late 90s/ it still makes us laugh because back then, we’d tell our friends that the Famous Singer was gay, but no one’d believe us !! (who’s laughing now ;)
All of a sudden, B asked my friend if she was still in contact with Model 1, she said “no"we both asked him :"why? have you seen her recently, how’s she doing ?"he said "oh, yes, i worked with her a few months ago; she’s doing fine” and that was it…it was strange because he always has something else to say about people (whether it’s nice, bad or funny, always an anecdote,especially with famous people in the fashion industry)
We both asked him “and ?? that’s it ?? does she have a new boyfriend ? (winking at him)he laughed, and he hesitated, and after a few seconds said: "well, let me tell you something ladies, between us, she must have been asked to shut up recently”
My friend & i asked him what he was talking about, B said “well, last time i worked with her, i asked her how things were going between her & her friend, because of what she had said at X’s birthday diner party (i won’t use the real initials for privacy) we were both at, the year before” he continued: “because she had been acting strangely that night & talking about some stuff"he said: "her reaction was very weird, she tried to convince me that she was sick & because she had had a few drinks that evening, her medication had made her say crazy things that weren’t real”
i told him “well maybe it was about Famous Actor ? did she reveal stuff about the beard thing” (it made sense to me) & my friend agreed.he replied with a little smile: “oh no no, she wasn’t talking about Famous Actor that evening”…
To explain:
A bit more than a year earlier (which is about 2 & a half years ago), they were both at X’s birthday diner party in Paris (a french designer, not very famous to people outside the industry, but quite known, also someone my friend and i had worked with in the past: + our friend (B) is good friends with)he said: “ At some point in the evening, she was clearly tipsy & was chatty in a weird way about someone"i told him "so what ? Did she say mean stuff about someone ?"he said "no, more like she wanted to talk about something, without directly talking about it, because she couldn’t or somethnig like that”.My friend and i looked at each other, with the “what?” look on our faces “what are you talking about ? we don’t understand”
He added: “at the end of this diner party, just a few of us stayed (that’s where the former model well known Actress comes back), he said "M was there by the way (the actress, i won’t use her real initials either), (he mentioned her to us, because he knows i like her and that i have worked with her a few times back in the day)
Apparently there were 7-8 people, a few of them (including the Actress) were on their phones while chatting, and started to make comments about Famous Actor’s new "girlfriend”…Model 1 had left the party earlier (i must precise).
He continues: “ We were talking about how f***ing pathetic & crazy the whole bearding situation had become, we couldn’t believe that after all this time,tabloids were still selling that shit to the public…”,  M said “yep,but a straight relationship sells more & studios would lose a lot of money if people knew about some very closeted stars…the more famous,the higher is the risk for them to lose their career over it”…“but it brings good paychecks to a few models, so.. you know , win-win”
He continued: “someone added (another person): "yep, look at Model 1, it works for her"M said "i know right ?” then he said M added “and what was wrong with her tonight ?”, the other person answered “apparently she knows stuff and she’s struggling not to talk about it, because it’s huge”..that person continues “i tried to make her talk,but it didn’t work, then she left”
Then B said to my friend & i : “Most of all thought that night that it was about another famous closeted actor she knew about, but i found out a few weeks later that it was in fact about a very famous closeted singer she has direct connexion with”
we said “are you sure ?? for real ??"he confirmed it, but he didn’t say male or female though.we asked him a few times, we really begged him to tell us..
but he just said "no ladies, not this time, this is way too hush hush for now, i’ll tell you in a few years, if it’s not out yet..ok ?”
That’s the end of my story.
The reason why i talk about it only now: i didn’t really give it much thought after that conversation, not knowing who that was anyway (or not knowing about the connexion), it wouldn’t change my life, i like gossip like anyone, but i’m not the detective type, i didn’t really care to be honest; i just felt bad for that person and for Famous Actor for being closeted, wondering if they were really happy that way.+ i had to take care of other things in my life, that were way more important..
BUT, a few weeks ago, the 14 years old daughter of a friend of mine and her best friend were having a loud argument in the next room, while we were having diner.My friend’s wife asked the girls what the problem was : the friend said “she thinks the kaylors are right and i think she’s an idiot to believe it"We laughed because none of us had any idea what they were talking about, then my friend’s daughter explained briefly the "kaylor thing” to us….i laughed but i was intrigued (my gay curiosity was picked i guess), so after diner, i asked her to show me the proofs she had..She showed me a bunch of stuff on tumblr, including the detailed time line while explaining things to me at the same time, she showed me a few interviews and videos…she was very excited.i’ll admitt i was intrigued.To be honest i vaguely remembered Model 2 from her VS years, but nothing more, and i didn’t know much about Female Singer (except for her many boyfriends reputation, her 2-3 big hit songs and her few cat videos on IG that i find funny (loving cats as well), and i definitely didn’t know about the gay or beard rumors.
But when she also showed me the various elements about Model 1 & Model 2 , within 10 minutes pieces of the puzzle started to fit together, and i thought about meeting Model 1 that evening, and of course about everything my 2 friends had said….i asked her to show me about the time line, to see it the dates could fit, and they did, + she also showed me the little saab video of them together, and my gaydar really buzzed (i showed it to my girlfriend, and her gaydar also buzzed)i was mind blown, i couldn’t believe it, i laughed, thinking “holy shit, if the other thing’s real too, now i get it why he didn’t tell us”.
i didn’t say anything to my friend’s daughter though….i told her i believed there were indeed very interesting elements, but that she couldn’t be sure until it was confirmed (i know i feel bad, but what was i supposed to tell her ??)
The day after, i called my friend,and asked her if Model 1’s ex back then was Model 2…she said she didn’t want to talk about it, that it was the past, and that she didn’t care about that anymore…i didn’t insist, but the way she said it, i’m pretty sure (knowing her for so long) that it was her way to somehow confirm it…
As a conclusion, i do believe that you Kaylors are probably right,(knowing Model 1 & Model 2’s “close friendship” was right, why not the rest ?) but i have no direct proof that Model 2 & Female Singer are actually dating.
All i know is things that can not be proven directly unless my friends & i are called in to testify.i hope i won’t get sued over this :(
Anyway, i wanted to share this with you because after all the hard work and research some of you apprently did, i felt that at least you deserved to know what i know :) “

As the person mentioned at the end, they were really quite impressed with us and the amount of diligent research on Kaylor and other fake relationships we have collectively gathered.  Again, feel free to message me with any questions and take this all with a grain of salt for now. I am only a vessel for the info this person was willing to share.

He had been turned in the turn of the 1800’s.

A handsome man had taken him by the arm, lead him on a magical evening of dancing, dining and wining. Then on the stroke of midnight leaned down for a kiss on the neck and had gone for a bit instead. However, the creature had not realized that he was a soldier and part time dancer and he beat the life out of the creature. The bite, infected with the curse of the living undead, changed him and he found himself among the ranks of the undead soon after.

For some time, he adjusted to the best that he could. He learned, he made mistakes, he picked himself up and he ran like hell from hunters when they found him. Through the years he got good at hunting, carefully pacing himself so he would not end up like those that drowned themselves in the stuff and practically begged to be slaughtered like squealing pigs.

When he found himself comfortable with how he was operating he found himself bored. Sure he could become a brilliant business man who could charm his way into fabulous and ludicrous wealth, he could live out his days as the nightmare of humanity, he could work to the fulfillment of humanity and perhaps learn the skills of doctors and cure ailments that could kill.

Then the War of 1812 happened.

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Aflutter (Commission)

Rating: G

Pairing: Saitama/Genos

Summary: Genos is a fire demon with a purpose and he wants Saitama’s heart

A/N: Commissioned piece by @thecruixe

Genos looked out upon the darkened plain. Beyond the ring of charred dirt he had left was long stretches of fallow ground. He frowned and got up. He had barely scorched the ground when he landed, a clear sign that the old man’s heart wouldn’t last much longer.

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Personalities

Victoire is put together. She’s stunning and smart, a bit of a perfectionist, possibly even a control freak. Vic likes everything to be perfect, from her handwriting to grades to her platinum hair to the rest of her life. Her looks mean she is easily pigeon holed. Because of it, people are often surprised to find that she’s quite funny. The Victoire the world sees and the Victoire known by her family are two very different people. She’s mastered the art of showing people exactly what they want to see and projecting a certain image to manipulate their opinions. Vic is poised and sophisticated, with a penchant for designing clothes. Despite what people may think, Vic is quite self conscious and is constantly second guessing herself. She constantly feels inferior to her family, especially when she is compared to her parents, which is quite often. She survives on coffee and macaroons. Victoire isn’t always easy to approach. The glow around her is almost ethereal, which can be quite intimidating for those unused to it.

Dominique is full of contrasts. She’s the definition of confidence, but is quite insecure. She’s aloof, but craves love and friendship. Some muggleborns might describe Dominique as the Marilyn Monroe to her older sister’s Grace Kelly, and they would probably be right. Dom is fun loving and spontaneous, the life of the party, and naturally talented, even if she doesn’t apply herself in class. She’s always making mischief, skipping class, dating the cutest boys, throwing parties, or pulling the occasional prank. Dominique is quite a quidditch fan, and a pretty good chaser, as well. Like the rest of her siblings and cousins, Dominique has some trust issues. She’s quite like a wolf. She’s aloof and cautious, and tends to stick with her pack. Many of Dom’s friends are people she has known since she was young. It’s a rare occurrence for an outsider to break into Dominique’s inner circle. Dom is the girl everyone wants to be, but nobody has any idea to how to go about it. She can be harsh. In her third year at Hogwarts she earned a fearsome reputation after breaking Imogen Welch’s arm, no magic needed, for trying to push Rose into the Black Lake. Dominique is not the sort of person whose bad side you want to be on, and everyone knows it, though getting on her good side is easier said than done. Dom loves the beach, and while her sister is maybe closer to their mother, Dom is a daddy’s girl.

Louis is charming. Albus often describes him as “that surfer dick,” and it’s a pretty good description. With his curly blonde hair and eternally tan skin, Louis quite looks the part, and he often acts it as well, cool, laid back, and charming. Louis is flirtatious and a bit of a man-whore. He also loves quidditch. If he’s not hitting the beach, he’s out on the pitch, where he and Frank Longbottom II make an incredible pair of beaters. Louis makes friends easily, particularly when the people in question happen to be attracted to him, which is quite frequent. He carries quite a bit of Gryffindor pride around with him, and would fight anyone who dared insult his great house. Louis could be a straight O student if he cared enough to study. Grades were never really Louis’ priority. As along as they were high enough to keep his parents off his back, he never gave a damn. Louis did always excel in subjects with hands on approaches. Dueling was one of his better points. Louis is confident, to the point of being arrogant, and believes he can do just about anything. Many of his nights at Hogwarts were spent drinking firewhiskey down by the Black Lake and swimming with the giant squid.

James is the golden boy. Charismatic, dashing, and popular, he excels at just about everything. He possesses a rare, indescribable quality that draws people to him in crowds. Being the firstborn son of the great Harry Potter helps as well. James typically doesn’t get shy or nervous, although on exactly three occasions crushing expectations pinned on him by the entire world caused anxiety attacks. James is a very popular person, the sort that leaves everyone pining for a glimpse into his world. James wears pristine body armor crafted out of confidence, and it never fails to protect him. Even from a young age he was able to appear so perfectly, unwaveringly confident that nobody else ever really questioned his abilities. He constantly questions himself, though, never sure of what he is doing. Unlike Victoire, though, James saw it as his duty to wreak havoc upon the halls of Hogwarts alongside his cousin, Fred. James inherited the mischief gene, and is always up to something, be it rigging the Slytherins showers to spew foam instead of water or managing to levitate Filch’s mattress into the center of the lake without waking the sleeping castle caretaker. James is also a dork. He loves muggle magic tricks, even though he’s awful at them, and has a penchant for dumb puns and cheesy pickup lines. James has a love for quidditch, and killed it as a beater with Fred until he graduated. James is very protective of his siblings and cousins, whom he loves more than anything in the world, and would duel anyone who looks at Albus or Lily the wrong way. James can be quite arrogant, though this sometimes ends badly due to his clumsiness. He’s very smart, and doesn’t mind studying, though he usually does it in the library while it’s empty out of fear his friends might catch on.

Albus is laid back. He’s easy going, witty, and likable, quick to smile and easy to banter with. He’s quite charming, like his brother, but is better with words. Unlike James, Albus isn’t a star at the center of a solar system, a fixed point around which everything orbits. At least, he doesn’t think so. Albus instead stays stuck to his tight knit group of friends. The only real time he takes on the entirety of the spotlight is in a quidditch match. Albus is an incredible seeker, with fast reflexes and an innate ability for quick thinking. For the first few years of his life, Albus really struggled to find his own identity. He was always Harry Potter’s second son, and as the world fell in love with his older brother, he was James Potter’s little brother. At Hogwarts, he was known to be one of the most popular kids in school, but he didn’t break out as his own person until the summer before his seventh year, when he became the youngest seeker to ever win a World Cup, though he isn’t as quick as his older brother to embrace the limelight. He’s known to sleep around a bit, though it’d be difficult to be as infamous as his cousin Louis. Al tends to not sleep very well, and survives off of coffee. Albus is very intuitive. Out of all of his cousins, he gives the best advice. A lot of times, his slight shyness comes off as aloofness, but anyone who has spoken three words with Albus Potter knows he isn’t either of those. Instead, Albus is quite friendly, and extremely likable.. With him in the room, everybody else always looks like they’re trying too hard. He’s easy and calm, good under pressure. Albus doesn’t have much of a temper, only ever raising his voice when quidditch is on the line. He has a gift for sensing when people need advice, comfort, or silence. Despite this, he had no idea Scorpius and Rose were falling in love until they said it to his face. Albus tends to bottle up his emotions due to some trust issues caused by global fame. At times he gets annoyed with the constant fatherly comparisons, and has even avoided doing things he wanted to do simply because they were things his father did.  A common misconception about Albus is that he’s quite arrogant, like Louis or James, and he can be slightly so at times, but Albus tends to be the most grounded. He’s also loyal to a fault.

Lily is popular. She’s a solid member of the quidditch team, playing her mother’s position as chaser, and has a large array of friends. She dedicates time to her social life, studies, and quidditch, making her more well rounded, like Vic. She does have a bit of a temper, though, just like her mother. Can be a bit silly. Lily loves making people laugh, and is quite good at it. Is typically brilliant in school, but has always struggled in potions. Lily is a hard headed Gryffindor with total confidence in herself and not many fears. Lily protects her own, especially her boyfriends, since her family never seems to accept them. Lily harbors an intense hatred for reporters, just like the rest of her family. She is very social, witty, and sporty, and always enjoys a good party. She’s also very determined. When Lily sets her mind to a task, she will complete it or die trying. She’s outspoken and confident, completely unapologetic, and willing to fight anyone who hurts those she loves. Lily is fire. She’s very hands on, and would much prefer to be out doing things than sitting in a boring classroom listening to stale lectures. Lily is a people person. She remembers names and thirty second conversations, and other things most people would forget. Although she is extremely friendly, Lily can be quite critical towards people and their own reputations.

Rose is an odd mix of both of her parents. She’s beautiful and intelligent, top pf her class, but also has a great sense of humor and enjoys letting loose. She has a tendency to be the “mother” among her friends, and is definitely the responsible one, but occasionally causes a bit of trouble. Rose’s skill is just not getting caught, which is how she managed to secure her position as a prefect. Rose is kind and accepting of other people, as long as she doesn’t see them as a threat to those she loves. Rose is a thinker, always trying to figure people and situations out. This sometimes leaded to overthinking. Rose is a ton of fun at parties, where she Dominique typically kill it on the dance floor. It often irks Rose that she isn’t able to control her emotions, seeing as she’s quite a logical thinker. Typically Rose is the one trying to steer her friends on to a slightly less dangerous path. Rose is usually cool headed, but does have some of the Weasley temper. The one thing that really gets her going is being compared to her mother, something the tabloids do often. On occasion, Rose has been known to butt heads with her mother, mostly because of their similarities. Both are quite stubborn and believe themselves to always be right, which creates a vast landscape for arguments, but that isn’t to say the two are not close. Rose has a good, if not dry, sense of humor. Sometimes her two natures battle each other, the good girl and the bad girl. Typically there’s a compromise. Unlike her mother, Rose is a staunch believer in astronomy, but her imaginative beliefs tend to stop there. Rose is a coffee addict. She’s warm, witty, and very dedicated to her family.

Hugo is a bit like his father, but not much like his mother. Music has always been a passion for Hugo, though for a long time Hermione viewed it as a hobby, and not something her son should pursue as a career. Hugo is very kind. He’s good looking and sweet, very genuine. He talks to a lot of girls, but isn’t the womanizer that Louis is. Hugo’s grades have always been good, but nothing special. Really he only kept them up to keep his mom off his back. Hugo hates sitting in classrooms. It just so happen that his three cousins his age, Lily, Louis, and Lucy, all share this trait, which unified the four in their crusade to create fun at Hogwarts. Hugo has always been good at sorting out his emotions, even if he doesn’t frequently share them. As far as songwriters go, he is probably one of the best of his generation, with a natural talent for weaving together lyrics full of emotion that stick in your head for days. Hugo is also a big quidditch fan, like every other member of his family, and in his sixth year, was even convinced by Albus to finally step out on to the pitch, where he excelled. Often times, Hugo feels the need to prove himself. To Hugo, living up to his parents’ legacy is impossible, but he tries hard to prove himself nonetheless. Hugo is genuine and caring, a “good” guy who doesn’t avoid responsibilities and always does the right thing, unless, of course, the right thing is going to bed at curfew or staying out of the Forbidden Forest.

Molly is like her father, if he had a serious fun streak. She’s dorky and sweet, silly and fun to be around. Molly has never been easily embarrassed. She’s also extremely attached to her books, and can usually be found carrying around at least three at any given time. Molly loves to have fun, but usually doesn’t get into trouble. Molly is clean cut but quirky, and perhaps has more in common with her namesake than she realizes. Molly is naturally clever and curious, and was always very enthusiastic about school and studying. She loves the library. In general, Molly is very good-natured. She’s never had much of a temper, and has always handled the spotlight well. Whereas some of her family members might act out, Molly was never that sort. While she was always quite terrible on a broom, she loves watching quidditch, and gets extremely into it, as does the rest of her family. Season tickets to matches are a must. Molly tends to be quite organized and prepared for any situation. The one thing she hates most is not knowing, and not being able to prepare. That, she gets from her father. She lacks the artistic talent her younger sister possesses, but is great with words and numbers. Molly is fun loving, witty, and gets along with just about anyone, though she can be a bit tightly strung. 

Lucy is artistic. She’s always been gifted in all aspects of art, from painting to pottery to photography to singing. Lucy is friendly, though apprehensive of new people. She is very open and relaxed, and doesn’t do well with negativity. Lucy has a love for crystals, photography, and painting, and goes out of her way to make people feel comfortable. She is also good friends with many of the paintings that hang at Hogwarts, particularly the ones that are off the beaten path and tend to not get as much attention. Lucy likes to pretend she isn’t as die hard about quidditch as her family, and often teases them for their obsession, but she is equally as crazy about the sport. Lucy is happy and positive, typically all smiles and giggles, things that draw people to her. Lucy has always been mature for her age. She’s also known to be a pretty good liar, a skill she has used a couple of times to get out of hot water, usually pertaining to being out after curfew. Lucy is a vegan, and conscious of humanitarian causes, just like Hermione. This often earns her some teasing from her cousins. Lucy isn’t as uptight as her sister, or as “nerdy,” as Dominique would say, but does like reading, though she prefers muggle literature, something Hermione turned her on to. 

Roxanne is cool. She’s chill and soulful, kind to everyone but quite popular. Roxy doesn’t follow trends. She sets them. Dominique would call her “groovy.” When Roxanne was fifteen, The Quibbler began championing yoga, citing a group of monks in India who used the practice to strengthen their magic. Roxy became a massive fan. She’s also quite healthy. She and Lucy actually bonded over their veganism. Roxanne loves pottery, astronomy, the beach, music, and traveling. Roxy is always picking up teas from all over the world, as she’s a bit of an addict. While she doesn’t seek out trouble, Roxanne loves to have fun, and is quite adventurous, which did get her into some hot water during her school years. Roxy hates lying, and is a very accepting person. Judgement isn’t really her way. She’s gorgeous and cool, easily sexy, maybe even a little edgy, like Dominique, but isn’t really as aloof. Out of the bunch, Roxanne is one of the easiest to approach and strike up a conversation with. She can typically find common ground with just about anyone. Very supportive. Into humanitarian causes, just like Hermione and Lucy.

Fred is James’ second half. It’s a running joke in the family that he and James are the twins, not he and Roxanne. Fred is a lot like James in that he is adventurous, courageous, popular, and mischievous. Fred can be quite the flirt, and he has a smile that makes all the girls weak at the knees. Fred tends to be exciting and lovable. In fact, it’s hard to find a person who doesn’t like Fred Weasley. He was always extremely good at defense against the dark arts, transfiguration, and charms, but sucked at potions and herbology, and could never really be bothered with those subjects. Fred is very relaxed, and a definite foodie, much to the delight of his grandmother. Fred has a lot in common with his mother in that he is driven to succeed, at least where quidditch is concerned, competitive, blunt, and a natural born leader. 

I really want to talk about the conclusion of the Lost Children arc, and Jill’s importance as a character.

One thing I see a lot of Berserk fans wish for is that the series could go back to the darker tones of arcs like Lost Children, the latter half of the Golden Age, and of course, the Black Swordsman arc. But the lighter mood is something that’s actually been developing since the manga’s beginning - it’s been gradual but it’s been consistent, and all the different characters Guts has encountered on his travels have been meeting better and kinder fates. Colette died horribly and had her corpse desecrated, then Vargas died cleanly and with hope of being avenged, then Theresia survived and carried physical and psychological scars as the price…and now Jill lives too; not undamaged, but she makes it out clean and strong and hopeful. And even though the Lost Children arc contains piles of dead children and shows Guts at one of his lowest points morally, this is the moment where the light breaks through at last.

And Jill is the character who brings this light into the story, and an incredible amount of hope too.

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