Titus Andronicus: "Well That Escalated Quickly"
Romeo and Juliet: "Shut Up, You’re Like 12"
Julius Caesar: "I Came Out Here to Run the Roman Empire and I Am Honestly Feeling So Attacked Right Now"
Hamlet: "[AGGRESSIVELY PRETENDS TO GO INSANE AND…
marvel give me a short about sharon’s undercover time as a nurse/steve’s neighbor and that one time she had to fight off ninjas from steve’s apartment while he was like, making dinner and sitting alone reading obama’s biography
With the music turned up really loudly because he’s a gentleman and he thought the noises were her having sex.
Now *that’s* how you start a show.
Sweeney Todd 2014 Lincoln Center - The Ballad Of Sweeney Todd
Wow. That was not at all what I was expecting. How very fitting.
This is a great concert and you all should track it down and watch it.
895. Muggleborns wonder why there’s a large group of friendly, teenage ghosts around Hogwarts. They’re led by a funny boy with red hair who likes to joke around with Peeves, and he always says that they’re Dumbledore’s Last Army.
I’ve cried myself dry.
How does Zinat interact with Arwen, Aragorn, and Faramir?
This installment of THIS BIRD MY SOUL takes place around about FA 2—Boromir and Aragorn are off retaking Arnor most of the time, while Faramir and the council govern from Minas Tirith. Harad has been seeking to establish an alliance with Gondor and hammering out trade agreements, questions of borders, protected rights, etc. for about three years. A marriage between Zinat and Boromir is meant to cement these agreements and strengthen the new friendship between these two empires. To that end, Zinat (escorted by the crown prince) is invited to Minas Tirith to meet Boromir and give her consent.
(that visit is spoken about in more detail in this chapter. At some point, I’m going to organize these in chronological order, I promise.)
But I really wanted to write this section because I want to pull in some other material I have laying around about Boromir and Faramir, about Boromir’s sexuality (previous discussion here and here) and how that ties into Zinat’s relationship with Faramir. So, uh…this is about all of them not getting along!
I know, I am so good at prompts.
[you can find Arwen and Eowyn here, btw]
(CAVEAT: I have not been a massage therapist for very long. This is literally just me spitballin’—at the same time, this was a really good exercise for me! I like using the assessment part of my brain.)
It’s been tossed around in fandom that Bucky’s muscles have to be pretty f-ed up from having a cybernetic, metal arm grafted onto one side of his body. From the perspective of a massage therapist, that’s 100% accurate—but the issues don’t stop there. At the very least he’s got functional scoliosis and massive compensatory muscle strain, enough adhesions to make Jesus weep, and tons of somato-emotional holding points.
(This is set shortly after The Winter Long, so about a year and a half after the events of Late Eclipses.)
Visiting the Court of Cats is probably not something that’s ever going to come naturally to me. I’m all too aware that I’m not really welcome there; that many of Tybalt’s subjects would be just as happy to see the back of me, preferably forever. Sure, there’s been a lot of death and chaos since I started hanging around on a regular basis, but…
But no. It made sense that not all of them would welcome me with open arms. I just had to hope that all the damage that was going to be done by my presence had already happened.
"October, could you please stop walking like you’re on your way to an execution?" asked Raj. He sounded peeved. That was understandable: he and Chelsea had been in the middle of some sort of video game death match when Tybalt had called and asked him to bring me to the Court. "Uncle Tybalt wanted you for a reason. If he’d been planning to gut you, he would have done it at your place."
"Okay, one, I don’t generally worry about Tybalt murdering me without a good reason. And two, I don’t belong here."
"Uncle Tybalt says you do." Raj said it as if it were perfectly reasonable. Sure, I was a changeling, and sure, I wasn’t Cait Sidhe, but if Tybalt wanted me here, I belonged here.
I gave up. Arguing with Raj was just going to make us both cranky, and it wasn’t going to get us out of here any faster.
We passed from one mismatched hall into another, and suddenly a wall of flesh was looming up in front of me. I blinked, taking an automatic step backward. The wall of flesh became a tall man, built like a linebacker, with a ragged edge on his left ear and tabby blotches in his light brown hair.
"October," said Gabriel, and swept me into an embrace that was as tight as it was unexpected. I made a small, protesting noise. He didn’t let go. "You came.”
"Gabriel, please do not break her," said Tybalt from behind me, sending a wash of sweet relief over my growing confusion. "It’s hard enough keeping her from breaking herself. I don’t think she needs the help."
"Sorry, m’lord." I was set back on my feet as Gabriel let me go and stepped back, smiling broadly enough to show his jagged teeth. "I’m just pleased to see her."
"It’s nice to see you too, Gabriel." He and his mate, Opal, had both been poisoned by Oleander de Merelands when she came back and had a go at murdering me. Opal had been nursing at the time, and three of their four children had died.
I realized with a pang that I didn’t know what had happened to the fourth. There just hadn’t been time to visit the Court of Cats, and every time I thought about asking, I told myself that Tybalt would have told me if their last child had recovered. Asking him would just make it all too real.
"She looks confused," said a slim, white-haired woman, stepping out of the shadows and looking at me quizzically. I had never seen Opal in her human form before, but I didn’t have to be a genius to know who she was. "Your Majesty, did you not tell her why she was here?"
"I know nothing," I said.
Opal’s smile was sudden, and as bright as her husband’s. “Then I have a surprise for you.” She turned, stepping back into the shadows.
When she reappeared a moment later, she was holding a little girl in her arms.
The girl’s hair was dark gold, with surprising blotches of white. Brown tabby stripes crossed the gold, and their pale golden ghosts crossed the white. I would have put her at three to four years of age, if I had seen her in the street.
Tybalt put a hand on my shoulder. “Cait Sidhe children who are born in cat form age more swiftly than human children, at least until their first shift. She had hers yesterday. She’s a year and a half old. Her aging will slow now, and she’ll catch up to herself when she turns ten or so.”
"It’ll be a while before she’s talking, but she’s smart, and she’ll learn fast. She’s been learning for her entire life," said Opal, with a mother’s pride and fierce joy. "Alazne, this is October. This is the woman who saved you."
The little girl raised her head, looking at me as warily as any semi-feral kitten. Then she detached her arms from her mother’s neck and reached for me.
"Would you like to hold her?" asked Opal.
My cheeks were wet. I realized I was crying as I answered, “More than anything.”
The little girl was purring when she settled in my arms, and all was right with the world.