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rae-gar-targaryen · 2 years

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Rating basic white boys, eh? All three Spidermen at the same time less gooooo

Are we talking their versions of Peter Parker, or the ACTORS? You know what?

I can write an essay. *cracks knuckles* lets goooooo

Tobey Maguire:

I don't think I could adequately describe the HOLD Tobey had on me when I was young. The big blue eyes. The keeled, soft-spoken voice. I had a massive crush! He's got a vibe like an older boyfriend you'd have in college who's read a lot of Kafka, but doesn't judge you if you haven't. A little aloof and clueless in a fun uncle way. Still hot.

Yikes, I Don’t See The Appeal || Not My Type || He’s Alright || I See The Appeal But I’m Different™ || Cute But On Alternating Wednesdays || He Has A Kind Face And That’s Good Enough || Pretty || Gorgeous || I— I Love? We Don’t Deserve Him || Now Dig On This

Tobey! Peter Parker:

Kind of sad-sacky? A terrible boyfriend. But sweet nonetheless. He'd offer to bring you dinner and never show up. Good for some exquisite angst, a romantic night beneath the stars. And not much else.

Andrew Garfield:

This is a misdirect because the prompt said rate AVERAGE white men. And I THINK WE ALL KNOW. A top-TIER boyfriend. Listen, I don't wanna get explicit here (just kidding, I do) but this man makes me INSANE. Like I don't understand. Is it the fluffy hair? The brown eyes? The existential dread he goes through in every interview? I wanna be in a book club with him, I want to bake him a cake, I want to do a lot of things that I don't think I'd be able to look him in the eye afterward. Every time he wears a new colored suit, I feel years added to my life. (When well he follow the LOOK and wear a suit with no shirt? Free the titties, AG, it's 2k22). He has a VIBE about him that says "cool, but also frenetic." Let's eat ice cream and talk about it. Let's make out in a flower field.

Andrew! Peter Parker:

Top-tier. You're telling me this dude who was into photography, who skateboarded and looked like THAT was a loser in high school?? Get real. That's your "lemme see the aux cord" at a party boyfriend. He unapologetically loves the Shins, looks good in a beanie, is a lil stumbly-bumbly but SO hot. If you gave him your number at a college party, he probably wouldn't text; but it's because he accidentally wash his hand with your number on it. Don't worry, you guys can make out in a library about it.

Tom Holland:

My tumblr in 2018 was a VERY Tom-centric place. Seriously, you can search my tag "th babe" and that'll answer this question. He's got a kickin bod and seems real stupid, but in a sweet, golden retriever kinda way. Like you know you'll have fun in the summer, and he'll take you to the beach and encourage you to try something new, like surfing. He's got a lot of energy, which is great. Doesn't seem like he seasons his food. But he's got great arms. The real question is, do I want to date HIM, or Zendaya?

Tom! Peter Parker:

Illegal. A literal child.

let's rate some average white boys

#lovely anons #the spidermens #white boy rating system

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bloooooottt · 11 months

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The new teacher

Your a 17 year old student and your a girl with daddy issues, falling in love easily to any older man figure, a curse almost

Quick disclaimer- big age gap, praise, teacher student situation.

She walks into her class, the teacher wasn't there yet, her head held low as the rest of the class seemed down, upset from the previous teacher quitting their job, she sat down quickly next to her best friend, bella, she nudges you gently to catch your attention, you turn your head to her

"Apparently our new teacher is this hot guy-"

Bella giggles and the classroom door opens, making everyone's head turn

"Apologies I'm late-."

The man spoke, sending immediate butterflies through her stomach, deep voiced, charming and oh his smile will be the death of her, she couldn't help but smile.

"Anyways-.. the names Mr franco."

He said as his eyes trailed past the class, making eye contact with her as he smiled,she couldn't hold eye contact and immediately turnt away. A little while later in class, he gave a task for everyone to do, yet she was focused on his dark brown fluffy and curly hair, his deep brown eyes, slight facial hair and his white polo top with the top button undone, he looked at her and she snaps out of it and began to write, a few questions down she got confused and her expression was very showing of this.

"What the f-.." she whispered under her breath, catching Mr.Franco's attention, he came to her desk with a gentle smirk and leaned on her table, his arms were so big and veiny, looking at his arms as he leaned on the table.

"Need some help?"

He said quietly whispering and making eye contact, she quickly snapped out of it and pointed at the question, he explained it to her then questioned her on it.

"Okay so whats the answer hm?" He said with a smile,

"35?.." You replied hesitantly, looking up at him, his face lit up as he walked next to you

"Mhm- good girl.." He said softly while smirking, which made her heart drop as he then patted her shoulder.

He returned to teaching and the class went by incredibly fast considering how distracted she was, the final bells ring and everyone got up and packed their bags.

"Nuh uh uh-" He said wiggling his finger and shaking his head looking at you.

"I need to stay behind and talk to..you-"

He said with a gentle smirk walking toward you as everyone left. He pointed at the front of the class hinting you should follow, she followed as he sat on his teacher spinny chair, wiggling his pointer finger meaning for you to come closer, you hesitantly stepped closer, not sure how close he wanted you as you stood at the end of his chair, he chuckles slightly as you shuffled closer, leaning into your ear.

"You seemed a bit distracted in class mm?...you seem smart, your not a naughty girl? Are you?~"

She stuttered and became flustered at his confrontation, not sure whether he was flirting or whether she was being delusional.

"Hm.. I wouldn't want to have to.. punish you."

He said with a mockingly chuckle as he leaned away from your ears, making you blush unsure what he meant.

"I'm just kidding.. I wouldn't give you a detention so soon-"

She sighed with relief as she realised he was referring to detention and.. nothing else.

"Sorry sir i- got alot on my mind-" you said stutterish and flustered, he smiled at you and pointed at the door telling you to leave.

"See you tomorrow's lesson then?"

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theofficialdorklore · 2 years

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Rayman: Human AU #1

This is a human au about rayman:

Ly still looks the same but is human, she wears a carmine pink beret with a deep sky-blue jean jacket, a pink tank top with deep sky-blue flower patterns around it, a black skirt, and baby blue sneakers. Ly is only a nickname, her real name is "Victoria Steinberg". Ly would also have a light purple hair clip that resembles a cat.

So minimus would just have light blue hair and bears a resemblence to Izuku Midoriya.

And i think that flaming would look like Katsuki Bakugo as a human, but with chest hair.

Globox would be like Ugandan-American.

Rayman would be Franco-American.

Flaming would just be a crude, arrogant, short-tempered, and aggressive person. But he does like listening to K-pop (especially Apink) and wearing Tohru cosplays.

Goth would just have fluffy light sky-blue hair and would still have his small pointy hat, and also have black eyeshadow

#rayman #rayman au #rayman human au #human au

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here-there-everyfuckenwhere · 2 years

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I love how people on this site are saying “Yasper did nothing wrong” and “free Yasper 2k22” but like

Dudes... my bros.... we all know he literally murdered somebody. Was it justified? Sure. Was Xavier a dick who deserved it anyway? Absolutely. Is Yasper still my poor little meow meow? You bet-

#ray rants and junk #not ted lasso #the after party #the afterparty spoilers #Yasper #Ben Schwartz #Dave Franco #.... new tumblrsexyman?#aniq/Yasper #I hate how we went from #Yasper I love you but if you say panic room one more time-#to A Friend Wouldn’t Do This so quickly ;-;#guys I have been thinking about this show nonstop since episode one aired #I was SO adamant that Yasper Was Not the killer #I was so swept up in his narrative and the musical numbers in episode three that I didn’t look at the facts #just goes to show that if anyone attempts to murder me using some elaborate scheme I’ll probably fall for it so long as my murder is #a lanky white boy with fluffy hair

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game-set-canet · 2 years

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Manbuns? Thoughts.

yes, no and it depends 😂 I have a weakness for men with longer hair (Stefanos Tsitsipas, Marco Bezzecchi, Antonio Giovinazzi, Franco Morbidelli, etc.) and there's really nothing like a well-groomed Manbun!

for me personally, there are a few categories that have to be met for me to like the manbun as

it must look really neat

it shouldn't look too straight and too severe, I like it better when sometimes single hairs are hanging out/protruding than when it is completely straight

the hair must be long enough for this - the manbun doesn't look so good with hair that is too short

if someone wears a hairbun I think it looks even better when I KNOW he could wear the hair open and still look good - I don't know if this makes sense for anyone except me but if someone wears a manbun and I KNOW he looks amazing without it, i think this man looks even hotter

let's watch this video: Celestino Vietti's manbun looks good, still not as good as it will look one day, but definitely on the right track - Luca Marini at the other hand looks...uhm...interesting, but there is A LONG WAY to go until this looks like a manbun (if it is ever to become one 😂)...

and now let's discuss some examples:

Adrien Rabiot has a quite average manbun - nothing too fluffy, nothing too spectacular but really nice and suits him so well. He doesn't wear it all the time and also looks good with open hair - an important criterion for me

Franco Morbidelli with some quite fluffy ones. but on race weekends he usually wears a cap over his hair and so the Manbun can never really work, which I think is a shame...he looks so so good with it, but he doesn't show it off and that's sad...

Eamon Farren is quite critical because I first thought his hair is too short for a manbun but he knows how to pull it off, he looks confident and on point with it...(and some single hairs are hanging out and I love this!)

not a real manbun but it's killing me everytime: Stefanos Tsitsipas and his (half)ponytail hairstyle: OH MY GOD how I LOVE Stef's halfponytail (like he had in Tokyo this year but (the even better one) the halfponytail of Laver Cup 2019)! I don't know if there's a photo/video of Stef with a REAL manbun...but for me his halfponytail is...I don't know how to put it into words...just..."🥵🥵🥵" <- that's it.

I would say Antonio Giovinazzi is the best example of a phenomenal manbun. Really. 10/10. Nothing to complain. Just amazing. looks great, not too straight, well-groomed, fits him well, he also looks incredibly hot when he ties his hair up - so what more do I want?

#I loved this question so much #hope my answer was...interesting?#thank you for sending me this!#feel hugged lovely anon #manbun #ask me #it's the name of the game #anonymous #lovely anon #also: sorry for my english I'm so tired I can't thing straight

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random-imagines-blog · 5 years

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Evening Wear {Dave Franco Oneshot}

Requested by: Anonymous Wordcount: 2618 Summary: On a snowy night, you and your husband Dave Franco venture out and share some tender moments. It just so happens to be caught, and brought up later on. Warning: A swear or two.

“Guys, it’s only a minute until midnight!” Your friend called out from the living room. You and Dave were in the kitchen, enjoying some of the snacks that had been put out for the grand New Years Eve party that your friends were throwing in their New York City penthouse. The large windows of the living room overlooked Times Square where you could see hundreds of people were gathered in the cold, snowy night to watch the Ball Drop. You could have stayed in LA with your friends and family there, but both you and James wanted to experience the chilly weather that New Years Eve should come with. You each grabbed your flutes of champagne, and walked towards the windows to see everything going on below. Snow fell in fat flakes from the sky down to the ground but you could still see everything with clarity. You were wearing your favorite evening gown, which was long enough to drape onto the floor and covered your arms with sleeves that were just warm enough - but you could forget the gown when Dave put his hand on the small of your back. That was all that you could feel. His fingers slid slightly against the fabric, and you wished for a moment that you were wearing nothing so you could feel his body heat against you. He himself was dressed up in a very nice suit, with his tie matching your dress. Without a doubt, you were the cutest couple at this party.

Everyone in the penthouse found their New Years Eve kiss partner - even a couple of people were stuck together by meddling friends, which was very amusing to you and Dave. As two people who were in love with each other, and still in the newlywed phase of your relationship, you thought that everyone deserved to feel this way with someone. You didn’t have to go looking for your partner, because Dave had stuck next to you throughout the night, only disappearing to go fetch you a refill on a drink.

“Five! Four!” One friend started, and then everyone joined in. “Three! Two! One - HAPPY NEW YEAR!”

With a dramatic sweep, Dave had his arm around your waist and dipped you close to the floor. You weren’t scared for an instant. You knew that he had a good grip on you and would never let you fall. He himself bent down low to press a kiss onto your lips only seconds after the ball had dropped. You smiled into the kiss, loving the way that his lips felt, how you could taste the champagne and the chocolates that he had been eating, that his musky cologne seemed to surround you and get caught onto your skin.

The kiss was the highlight of your night - so far. Not too long after, Dave called for his driver to come and pick the two of you up and return you to your own hotel room. Goodbyes were said, hugs and cheek pecks were given out and a couple of more laughs were had before the two of you bundled back up and went down the private elevator to get into the car. Snowflakes were still falling, and there were a lot of people walking home from Time’s Square. Of course, paparazzi still managed to catch the two of you and take a couple of shots of you getting into the back of the car, but that didn’t matter much. Being an actress, and one half of a hot celebrity couple made you well-adjusted to that sort of thing. Let them take pictures of you and your hubby looking amazing on a magical night! It was no trouble to you at all.

The streets were congested, however, and the driver warned you that it may take some time to get back to the hotel. Dave responded by telling him that it was no trouble at all, and that there was no rush. The champagne was still rushing through your head, making you feel bubbly and cheerful rather than tired. You laid your head down on Dave’s shoulder and started to press small kisses to his neck, tickling him, making him chuckle but he didn’t try to push you away. He retaliated by tickling your waist with his nimble fingers which caused you to double over in laughter. It was enough to bring a snort out of you, which made Dave laugh all the louder.

“Where are we?” Dave asked, looking out the window. He noticed that you’ve barely moved in the last half hour, but the windows were tinted so it was a bit harder to figure out exactly what was out there.

“Central Park.” The driver said, curtly. “It appears that there is an accident up ahead, we may not be moving for a while.”

“Keep the car warm for us,” Dave said, undoing his seatbelt. You asked him what he was doing but he didn’t answer. He opened the door and stepped out into the cold, and held his hand out to you in the way you imagined a prince doing to a princess in a fairytale. You reluctantly took it and found yourself out there as well, the wind blowing against your neck. Out here, everything seemed to be lit up.

“What are you doing?” You asked, letting go of his hand to wrap your arms around yourself. You didn’t expect to actually be outside in the cold weather long, and your gown wasn’t entirely appropriate against the elements. Dave took his suit jacket off and put it around your shoulders, bringing you a bit more warmth, thanks to his body heat.

“We’re going for a little walk,” He said, holding his arm out to you. You shook your head in disbelief at how foolish Dave sometimes could be. But that wide grin of his always pulled you in. You hooked your arm in his and followed the lights down the paths of Central Park.

The snow was more wet than fluffy at this point, and melted upon meeting the ground so it wasn’t packed around everywhere. It made walking much easier, though it did grow icy at some points. The Park wasn’t deserted, as you thought it may be around one thirty in the morning, but the people were few and far between. Under some of the colorful Christmas lights that were still strung up, Dave paused and looked around. He let go of you to shove his hands into his trouser pockets. “If you’re cold, we should go-” You started, but he cut you off with a kiss. “What was that for?” You asked, blinking flakes out of your eyes.

“I like the colors on you,” He grinned cheekily. “And you look adorable in my jacket.”

“Could you be anymore corny?” You laughed, looking down at the ground as the flush hit your cheeks. The cold might have held a hand in that but right now you were feeling toasty and warm.

“Hey there Chandler Bing, I’ll have you know-” Dave said, then cracked into his own laughter. The champagne was definitely hitting the two of you hard. “I’ll have you know that I can be really corny.”

“Prove it.” You challenged, folding your arms in front of your chest.

“Alright, here, look, look!” Dave said. He reached into the pocket of his jacket, which was still on you, and pulled out his phone. Pressing the button, he revealed his lock screen to you - which just so happened to be of you. “You’re my lock screen - and my home screen!” He unlocked the phone with his fingerprint then flipped it to show you your own face again. You brought your fingers to your lips as you giggled at his enthusiasm.

“That is pretty corny, Dave.” Your voice finally squeaked out between the giggles.

“Y/N, you have no idea how many corny things that I would do for you.” Dave put the phone in the back pocket of his trousers, walked up close to you, and entwined his fingers with yours. He leaned in forward, pressing his forehead against yours, the tips of your nose touching. “All these lights, but you’re the only one glowing.”

You laughed again at the corniness, but thought up something of your own. “All these plants but you’re the one smelling fresh.”

He laughed pretty hard at that one, grinning so much it looked like his face might start to hurt. He let go of one of your hands, but kept hold of the other one, and spun you like a princess right into your arms. He swept some hair out of your face so he could look at you more completely. He pressed a kiss on the tip of your nose, and then recoiled. “Holy shit - you’re fucking freezing!” He said, with a look of horror on his face.

“A little bit,” You said, noticing that your lips had started to tremble. Dave looked at you, sizing you up, then turned around and crouched down.

“Climb on!” He said, motioning you over. You laughed apprehensively this time, trying to remember how much he had to drink, but he kept encouraging you. Without much else left to do, you climbed onto his back, and wrapped your arms around his shoulders. He hiked up your legs, your dress draping between them, showing off the skin of your calves which immediately broke out in goosebumps. He carried you back the way that you two came, and to where the car had only moved a couple of inches. The driver rolled down his window to ask if you would like for him to open the door but Dave had already taken the liberty of doing so.

“It is so cold it there,” Dave said, closing the door behind him after the two of you had spilled into the back seat.

“That’s what you get for coming to New York in the winter,” The driver said with a thick accent, making the two of you giggle even further.

Despite, or maybe even because of, your little foray into Central Park, your New Years Eve was fantastic. Though, of course, now that the holiday was over, it was time to get busy again. Over Christmas and New Years Eve, you were on break from filming a movie, and on January second, you were expected to go right back to work and leave your husband to his own career. The airport was busy and the two of you reluctantly departed with a kiss to your separate terminals to catch your different planes. Whilst you were going to Vancouver to get back to shooting your new movie, Dave was going to LA to film a talk show, and then spend a little time with his brother before going to some auditions.

Your flight was long, but it was smooth. The couple who were seated next to you recognized you and you gratefully gave them an autograph on a napkin, a selfie and engaged in some conversation during the flight. Dave was brought up, of course, and you were happy to say that you two spent New Year Eve together and that he was doing really well. Unless they got creepy and grabby, you were happy to talk to fans and thought it was really sweet when they asked how your relationship was doing.

Oh, it was also nice because you adored gushing over your husband. It was such an easy thing to do.

“I hope you have a nice evening!” The couple said to you when you had to separate at customs. “And we’ll definitely be seeing your movie when it comes out!”

You smiled widely an waved them goodbye while heading out into the Vancouver sunshine. Granted, it was still freezing cold and there was a layer of snow over just about everything, but at least the sun was shining. You thanked God for little miracles.

You took a cab to the set and gave a generous tip for the driver’s silence, then made your way to the trailer. Nothing has changed, which was a good thing, for it meant that no one came around snooping. Dave’s picture was framed on the small table beside your bed - you liked doing things old school sometimes. After making sure everything was alright, you went to find the producer to find out what was needed for the day.

Turning on the TV, you yawned as you settled into your mattress. Jimmy Fallon’s face took up the screen and you knew you had the right channel. Your eyelids felt heavy from a long afternoon and evening on set, but you made sure to stay awake, at least until your husband’s interview was done. After what felt like a long introduction, Dave finally strode onto the stage with a big grin on his face and shook Jimmy’s hand.

Dave was wearing the shirt you gave him for Christmas and holy heck, did he ever look amazing. You sat up, feeling a bit more awake now, but that wasn’t the only thing you were feeling. You may only have left him this morning but you missed him terribly. You breathed out a sigh as you brought your pillow onto your lap and tuned out the rest of the world to only pay attention to the television.

“You’re here because you have a new movie coming out but there’s something else that we’d like to talk to you about...” Jimmy said, looking around to build up the suspense.

“What did James do now?” Dave joked, making the crowd, Jimmy, and even you start to laugh. It was true - James was a bit of a weird guy and it usually was up to Dave to try to explain things.

“Nothing in public,” Jimmy said, still cracking up. “We want to talk to you about New Years Eve.”

You furrowed your eyebrows at the mention of that night. You had been with Dave the whole time, so there was certainly no scandal there. What could Jimmy possibly want to talk about involving that night? But you knew right away when a picture of the two of you in the park. His expression was so on display - the look of love in his eyes as apparent as the falling snow - that you flushed even remembering that night.

The camera panned back to Dave who was seen grinning like a fool. “That was a great night, Jimmy.”

Another picture went up on the screen of the two of you kissing. An ‘aww’ came from the audience this time. “Not sure if that’s how you two usually dress for the weather.” Jimmy chuckled. A third picture, this one clearly showing off how his jacket was draped around your shoulders, was shown off.

“Actually, I have a question for you,” Dave said, adjusting himself on the couch to try to hide how red his face was.

“What’s that?” Jimmy couldn’t help asking.

“Can I get a copy of those? They’re really great.” He continued to grin as the host laughed, and agreed that he would try to get a hold of the photographer to get some prints of those photos.

You giggled and pressed your hand against your mouth as the interview went on. You definitely needed a copy of those photos for your own collection. It was just too bad that it was too late to use them for a Christmas Card because they were the sweetest thing you’ve ever seen.

#Dave Franco #Dave Franco x reader #Dave Franco oneshots #celebrity #celebrity oneshots #celebrities #celebrities oneshot #oneshots #oneshot #request #davef

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frenchfryspaghetti · 6 years

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Responsibility

Reddie buy a hamster as requested by @stanleyurisisalive ! In loving memory of my hamster who just died

Pairing: Reddie

Word count: 1.1 k

Warnings: none, this is pure fluff

Eddie's legs were strewn across Richie's legs one morning as he continued to read his favorite book, The Perks of Being a Wallflower. His soft wavy hair created a fluffy halo around his head. Richie gazed at him softly. The young man sipped his coffee and looked out the window. Morning sunlight illuminated a young woman jogging with her chocolate lab. Richie felt a sense of longing tug at his heartstrings. His mouth started moving before he could fully comprehend what he was saying.

"Eddie we need a pet."

His gentle green eyes looked up from his place in the book and his eyebrows furrowed.

"What did you just say?"

"We're going to the pet store today."

Eddie rubbed his face with his hands and let out an exasperated sigh.

"Why can't we ever have a normal Sunday? Ever heard of that Richie? You know, laying in bed all morning, watching tv together, eating junk food, avoiding responsibility. Emphasis on that last one Rich. You're not responsible enough to own a live animal!" Eddie explained to his fiancé.

Richie was already out of bed and rifling through their closet for a shirt. Birds called from the trees outside. Richie smiled lightly, thinking about what to name their new pet.

Closing his book and setting it on the bedside table, Eddie sat up and stretched with a groan. His fiancé's plans didn't surprise him. None of his ideas surprised Eddie anymore, considering they were an insane daily occurrence. These seemingly random ideas was another reason Eddie fell in love with him. He knew their life together would never be dull.

******

The bell chimed as they walked into the bright store on a sunny afternoon. They meandered through the store, looking at the fish and reptiles.

"Richie we never even discussed what we were getting or if we were getting a pet in the first place!" Eddie huffed.

"You drove me here, did you not?"

Eddie scoffed and mumbled incoherently under his breath. His attention spiked when Richie suddenly sprinted ahead. His eyes tracked the mop of curly hair bouncing ahead of him. A small furry rodent was running on a brightly colored wheel and Richie was absolutely entranced.

"Really Rich? A hamster?" Eddie asked incredulously.

"Eds, are you kidding me? This small ball of fluff! It's so cute! Oh my god! We can get it a wheel! What will we name it? Where will we keep it?" Richie rattled off on a tangent as Eddie stood looking down at his adorable fiancé.

Richie's eyes darted back to the small creature in front of him as its nose touched the glass. The tiny ball of fluff then skittered into its house. Richie tilted his head back goofily to glance up at his partner.

"Eds? Can we get one? Pretty please?" He smiled sweetly.

"Why would I️ have driven you here just to say no?" Eddie smiled adoringly.

The lanky man squealed and stood up with the largest grin on his face. He looked like he had just been accepted into college or given a promotion. Long arms wrapped around Eddie's waist, pulling him flush against Richie. Richie locked eyes with Eddie before leaning down to press a loving kiss to his lips. His arms dropped from Eddie's waist as he jumped up and down excitedly.

Richie called someone over and pointed out which hamster he wanted. A woman helped get the hamster out and put it in a box for them. Richie held the box against his chest protectively as they went to pick out supplies. Every few minutes he would lift the box up to eye level before whispering something like 'I'm your dad now' or 'you're gonna love me more than Eddie'. The two thanked the woman and continued wandering through the store. Eddie led him down an aisle with hamster supplies.

"So apparently these little fuckers like to chew on things so we need to buy it something to bite. Also help me pick a cage. Richie which one? Richie... are you even listening to me?" Eddie snapped in his face making his head shoot up. An apologetic look graced his features as a lopsided grin formed on his face. He pointed at a cage and they decided to pick that one.

"He's my child Eddie! Our child! Stop calling him it!" Richie yelled at Eddie as he asked another question.

"Okay, So what's his name then?" Eddie deadpanned.

"Franco."

"Wow you've thought this out, huh?"

"No, that just popped into my head."

"Well it works for me!"

The two continued to banter and select an array of items for their new found child. They checked out and left. The whole ride back, Richie was watching the box intently as Eddie turned around corners to make sure his hamster was okay.

As they arrived home, Richie opened the door before Eddie had even put the car in park. He was talking excitedly to the small box making Eddie chuckle as he got out of the car to grab the rest of their supplies.

They spent the rest of the day assembling the cage for Franco and arranging it just the way Richie wants it. Eddie admired his fiancé as he stuck his tongue out in concentration. He found it adorable.

"Eddie how the fuck am I️ supposed to attach this part?"

"Give it to me dipshit." He helped Richie connect the tubes before handing it back.

"How did you do that so fast? You're magic!" Richie exclaimed.

They sat on the floor and played with the little creature between their legs. Richie chuckled every time the hamster touched him. Eddie refused to hold him as he knew how many germs one hamster could carry.

"Just hold him! Franco feels unloved by you." Richie said with a pout as he held the furry thing up near his face.

"Do you even know how many germs they have?! Get that thing away from your face!” Eddie sputtered.

The sun set, casting an orange glow on their walls. Eddie's hair was set alight and flickering light danced over Richie's face. Their laughs rang into the evening air. The hamster ran on his wheel unbeknownst to the happiness he gave the two.

After eating ordered pizza for the night, the two crawled into bed. Richie lay his head on Eddie's chest as his hand crept up to his hair. Richie's long fingers tangled themselves in Eddie's soft locks. A content sigh escaped Eddie’s lips as he pressed a light kiss to his lover's head.

"Thank you." Richie whispered softly.

"I️ love you." Eddie's heart warmed.

"I️ love you more." Richie nuzzled his head into Eddie's neck.

They held each other for a long time as stars sparkled in the darkened sky. The moon rose and cast shadows in their room. The hamster awoke and ran on his wheel for the rest of the night.

"Why the fuck did you let me get one of those?" Richie groaned into his pillow early the next morning.

"Responsibility Richie! Responsibility."

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All-American Boy chapter 6

Chapter 6

Dean:

“I’m sorry,” Dean breathed, pulling away entirely and standing up. He ran a hand through his hair. “I’m sorry, Cas, I can’t.” And without looking at the other man, he promptly pulled open the sliding door and went back inside.

Thank goodness everyone else was already passed out on either the couches or the floor. Dean didn’t want to talk to anyone right now. He just wanted to get as far away from here as possible. He felt dirty knowing he’d kissed Cas back even though he was in a relationship, and even dirtier knowing he liked it. All he wanted to do was go back out onto that deck, apologize for acting like a shit-head, and kiss Cas into oblivion. But, he couldn’t. He couldn’t do that to Max. It was bad enough he was keeping their relationship a secret from his friend, Cas and Charlie being the only two besides Max himself who knew Dean was bi. No, he’d waited too long to be with Max to just throw it all away like that. And if they did break up, it was doubtful they’d remain friends. And what about Alicia and all their LARPing friends? What if they chose Max over him? What if Cas did? No, it was for the best if Max never ever found out about what happened on Kevin and Channing’s deck that night.

Dean pulled out his phone to text the only person from Moondoor who wasn’t at the party that night.

Dean: Hey you still up?

Jo: Yeah. Watching once upon a time. Whats up?

Dean: I need a place to crash for the night

“What happened?” Jo asked, engulfing him in a hug as soon as she opened the door.

For once, Dean was glad Jo had a strict zero alcohol policy. Watching her mom work the Roadhouse had pretty much made her never ever want to be around drunk people. After tonight, Dean couldn’t exactly blame her.

Dean squeezed her tight before letting her go. “I don’t really wanna talk about it,” he said, looking around her room. “Where’s your roommate?”

“Frat party,” she said, moving aside so he could come in. “She thinks she’s gonna meet her Dave Franco there or something. I dunno.”

“Whatever. Look, I promise I’ll tell you in the morning if you promise not to tell a single soul, but right now I gotta sleep this off, okay? Lawrence is a long walk when you’re smashed and I can’t feel my toes,” he sat down on her big fluffy blue rug. “Just toss me a pillow and a blanket and I’ll be fine.

“Did you come from Kevin’s?” she asked as she grabbed her purple Star Wars blanket off the back of her chair, throwing it and one of her bed-pillows at him. She was starting to piece it together.

Dean frowned down at the galaxy pattern of the pillow. “You actually sleep on this?” he asked, looking towards her bed.

Sure enough, her comforter was a matching purple mess. At least it was better than Charlie’s Doctor Who bedding. Why couldn’t his friends just have normal bed sheets like Dean’s black and white ones or Cas’s brown and blue ones, or even Max’s olive and brown set. Even Channing and Kevin used some weird-ass floral Star Wars bedding. At least she didn’t sleep under a fucking quilt like Garth. And he was pretty sure Garth’s roommate, Ash, slept on a burlap sack.

“Shut up,” she said, flipping him off. “I’m gonna go get ready for bed,” she said, grabbing her toiletry bag. “Just go to sleep, Dean. You’ll feel better in the morning.” She shut off the lights and left the room.

Dean tried to get comfortable on the floor but his feet poked out of the Jo-sized blanket. He was just thinking about how maybe he could ask her to switch with him when he drifted off into dreamland.

When he woke up his head hurt like someone’d run over it with a tractor and the inside of his mouth felt thick as he tried to swallow. He ran his tongue along his teeth, they felt gross and fuzzy. He sat up and the whole room started spinning and his stomach felt queasy.

“Morning, Sleeping Beauty,” Jo said, pulling an earplug out and looking up from whatever she was watching on her laptop. “You look awful.”

“I feel awful,” Dean admitted, fishing his phone out of his pocket and pressing the button on the side to check the time. But nothing happened. “Phone’s dead. What time is it?”

“Almost two. You slept forever,” she observed.

“Yeah,” Dean said, pushing the blankets off of himself. “Alcohol will do that to you.”

“But it wasn’t just alcohol was it?” Jo asked, wrinkling her nose.

“No. It wasn’t,” Dean admitted. He stood up with a grunt. Sleeping on the floor in combination with his hangover made him feel thirty years older. At least.

“You gonna tell me what happened last night? Well, besides the obvious?”

Dean groaned and moved to sit on the edge of her bed. She’d raised it up a bit so he had to hop a little to get up there.

“You have to promise that you won’t tell anyone. I mean it, Jo.”

“God, I promise…” Jo whined. “Jeez, what is it? Did you do something awful?”

Dean took a deep breath. “Cas kissed me,” he said, squeezing his eyes shut and waiting for the inevitable explosion that was surely gonna come from Jo.

To his surprise, all she said was, “So?”

“And I kissed him back.”

“Again, so?”

“So? So it’s not a good thing, Jo.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m dating Max!” Dean practically shouted.

Jo looked surprised. “Oh,” she breathed, looking down at her laptop.

Well, Dean never meant to spill the beans on that one. “And, yeah, I’m bi by the way but I’m guessing you already knew that?”

“I kinda guessed,” Jo admitted, with a little shrug.

She and Dean sat there for a moment, neither one saying a word.

“I think I’m gonna tell them,” Dean spoke up after a while. “I think I’m gonna come out to our friends.”

After his phone had a charge, Dean messaged all his friends, asking them to meet for dinner at the Globe. Everyone said they’d be there, everyone except for Cas. His roommate hadn’t even responded, and because he was using Messenger and Dean knew for a fact he read it. At least he hadn't left the Messenger group.

As suspected, Cas was not at the Globe when he arrived, But everyone else was, so Dean plopped down next to Max and after a quick hello to the group began digging into his burrito. He was nervous so he didn’t make much conversation, focusing rather on eating his Taco Bell. When he’d crumpled up his Doritos packet, Jo looked at him expectantly and Dean knew he had to say something now, or else he never would.

“Uh, hey guys,” he said, getting the group’s attention. “I… I kinda have something important to share with you all… It’s not easy to say but, uh, well…”

Charlie must’ve realized what he was about to announce because she smiled and reached out from across the table to put her hand on his arm. “You can tell us anything, Dean,” she said and everyone murmured their agreement.

Dean swallowed. “Well, the thing is…” he took a deep breath before continuing, looking down at his plate rather than his friends’ eyes. “I’m bi.”

“Yeah, we know,” Garth said with a small chuckle.

Dean looked up and glared at Charlie, certain it was her who blabbed. “You knew?”

“Yeah, well, nobody is that obsessed with Harrison Ford without being a tinsy bit bi,” Garth said with a shrug.

Dean recalled the several Han Solo prints he’d gotten at last year’s Comic Con that were currently hanging on the wall above his bed. Okay, maybe he was a little obvious. Especially maybe with that picture. The one where Han’s shirt is drastically unbuttoned.

“Yeah, well…” Dean said, playing with the balled up burrito wrap on his tray.

“Hey,” Max said from beside him, putting an arm around Dean’s shoulder. “I’m proud of you, babe.” He leaned in to kiss Dean on the cheek.

Everyone stared at them and Dean cleared his throat. “Oh, yeah, and me and Max are… a thing?” He looked at Max, and the man nodded.

“Yeah, I’d say we’re a thing,” he said, rubbing his hand down Dean back.

The only thing that would have made Dean happier would be if Cas were there with them.

Cas:

Dean returned to their room around nine that evening, as Cas was writing a paper for tomorrow’s class.

“Is that how you spent you Sunday? Homework?” he asked as he kicked off his shoes.

Cas looked up from his laptop briefly before going back to typing. “Yes, and I don’t see how that’s unusual considering Sundays are always study days.”

Dean didn’t say anything and Cas believed his roommate was done talking, but after a moment, he spoke up again. “Is that why you weren’t at dinner?” he asked, the hurt in his voice obvious even though Cas could tell he was trying to conceal it.

“I wasn’t sure where we stood…” Cas said, his voice sounded small.

Dean sighed. “I’m dating someone, Cas…”

Well this certainly took Cas by surprise. “Who? Since when?”

“Um, Max… Since Friday night,” Dean admitted, sitting down at the edge of Cas’s bed.

Castiel could see him out of his peripherals from where he was sitting at his desk, but he didn’t turn to look at the other man.

He stared at his laptop screen as he talked. “You’ve been dating him for two days and you couldn’t be bothered to tell me?” His voice sounded angry, though he was trying to hold back. “Did you sleep with him?”

Dean scoffed and Cas heard him stand up. “What’s it matter to you?”

“Well, you kissed me back, for one. You’re in a new relationship, and yet rather than, I don’t know, letting me in on this information, you kissed me back,” Cas said, feeling himself grow angrier.

For some reason this felt like a betrayal. He didn’t know why, it was only a kiss. It wasn’t like he and Dean slept together. It wasn’t as if Dean cheated on him.

“That was an involuntary response!” Dean shouted as he began to pace. “What did you expect me to do?”

“No, the involuntary response was when you froze up,” Cas argued. “And what did I expect you to do? Pull away! Not kiss me back. Twice!”

“I was drunk! And high, if you didn’t notice! You were too!”

Cas finally turned to look at his roomate. “No, you kissed be back because a small part of you wanted to. Maybe the weed and alcohol lowered your inhibitions, but that doesn’t mean you didn’t want it.”

Dean chuckled humorlessly. “Oh, so you think because we both like guys that I automatically want you?” he asked, his voice venum. “Why would I want you when I can have Max? You’re just some nerdy guy I live with and Max is, well, Max! It’s no competition!”

Cas felt as if someone stabbed him in the chest with a flaming sword. No, a lightsaber. He felt as if he’d taken a lightsaber to the chest.

That’s when the words exploded out of Cas. Words he didn’t even mean. “Well, you’re just a dumb asshole jock! I don’t even know why we’re friends!”

Dean and Charlie were the best friends Cas had ever had. But he wanted to hurt Dean, in that moment. Hurt him the same way he’d hurt Cas.

“Fine,” Dean said, losing his momentum. “If that’s how you feel.”

It wasn’t.

In the weeks leading up to Christmas break, Dean and Cas avoided each other as much as possible. Which was difficult considering they lived together, but both of them seemed perfectly content pretending the other didn’t exist. Most nights, Dean stayed with Max anyway.

Their in-fighting took a toll on their Moondoor friends as well, with Garth, Charlie, Gilda, Kevin and Channing texting Cas telling him Dean would get over whatever funk he was in. Whereas Jo, Krissy, Alicia, and Max gave him the cold shoulder. Because of this, Cas stopped having dinner with the group, preferring to get his food to-go and take it back to his room. Nobody knew why Cas and Dean were fighting, as far as Cas knew, but nobody pried either. Cas preferred it that way.

Cas did his studying for his finals in his room. The closer it got to Christmas break, the less and less Dean came home, even after classes. Cas figured he was either staying with Max or studying in the library. He missed him, if he was being honest. He was honestly hoping his roommate would invite him for Christmas since the dorms closed for three weeks and Cas had nowhere to go. But now, there wasn't a chance of that happening.

Gabriel was dating a girl named Kali and in an attempt to impress her agreed to go home for the holidays to meet her family in India. Her family celebrated Diwali instead of Christmas, but even though the festivities would be long over by the time Gabe closed shop for a week and headed to Mumbai, her family was still eager to meet him. Because of this, Cas had nowhere to go when classes ended on the fifteenth. He really didn’t like asking other people for favors, preferring to be self sufficient, but he knew Kevin and Channing were going back to Michigan for the holidays and their apartment was going to be empty for a few weeks. Maybe it wouldn't be so inconvenient if he crashed in their living room while they weren’t there?

Since they were leaving in two days, Cas quickly sent a text to Kevin, asking him if he was okay with the plan, before returning to his studies. Not even a couple of minutes later, Kevin texted back saying he was more than fine with it and that if he wanted to, he could come home with them. Cas politely declined, saying he didn’t want to put any of them out. A place to stay would be more than enough help.

Cas used his Bulldog Cash to buy a bunch of ramen packets and other instant meals so that he’d have something to eat while dining was closed. He also saved up some money over the summer working at Tricksters Sweet Tooth, his brother’s candy store, and had a credit card Gabe had given him in case of emergencies. At the very least, he wouldn't starve.

He spent the next week and a half dicking around in Fallout on the PS4 he'd lugged to Kevin's apartment and watching The Hundred and Supergirl on Netflix.

The day before Christmas he caved and used his summer earnings to grab some frozen pizzas from a local grocery store near the apartment. No way was he eating Ramen or any other noodle based food on Christmas! It felt kinda sad, not seeing anyone for the holidays. He wondered what Gabe was up to in India. He knew his brother sent him a present right before he left, but he wouldn’t be able to check his mail until the dorms opened back up again.

Most of all, he wondered what Dean was doing. Was his roommate spending Christmas with his family or Max’s? What would they exchange as far as gifts went? They’d only been dating about two weeks, so probably nothing extravagant. Cas tried to focus on beating Fallout 4, but the whole game seemed lackluster now. Everything did.

He missed Dean.

On Christmas he baked himself another frozen pizza and watched Christmas Story, Elf, and Nightmare Before Christmas (What? It was totally a Christmas movie too! - Not that there was anyone there to judge him anyway…) Every half hour of so he obsessively checked his phone, hoping for a text from Dean or a call from his mother or one of his siblings, though he knew he’d be disappointed. Charlie and Garth texted him at least, and that was nice.

The week between Christmas and New Years dragged. He began texting Charlie throughout the day just to pass the time. He hoped he wasn’t bugging her too much.

Cas: How was your Christmas?

Charlie: It was nice. We went and saw my mom in the hospital. Read to her.

Cas: You and Gilda?

Charlie: Yeah. I did xmas with her folks this year. It was great! They're wonderful people <3

Charlie: Haven’t had that in a while...

Charlie’s parents were in a car accident when she was twelve. Her dad died on impact, and her mother had been in a coma ever since. She lived with her grandma when she wasn’t at school.

Cas: I’m glad. I watched movies and ate pizza in my underwear. It wasn't as awesome as it sounds. :(

Charlie: That kinda sounds horrible. I’m so sorry Cas. :'(

Cas: It’s ok. I wish I could have done christmas with dean but he’s not talking to me.

Cas: And he’s with Max.

Charlie: I’m so sorry Cas. I wish he’d get his head out of his ass and realize that you’re perfect for him.

Cas looked down at his phone. How the hell did Charlie know Cas liked him?

Cas: You know?

Charlie: :/ yeah. Sorry. Dean told me what happened.

Charlie: But even if he didn’t I can see the way he looks at you.

Charlie: And vice versa

Cas: LookED. As in past tense. In case you forgot we aren’t exactly talking.

Charlie: It’s not really my place to say… But don’t give up on him. Not yet.

What did Charlie mean by that? Cas desperately wanted to know but didn’t want to pry. Maybe, after break was over, he could try talking to Dean again. He could apologize and maybe they could go back to being friends. That is, if he could get over this stupid crush of his. He was still totally lost on the guy, even after all the distance. Cas had it bad.

Cas sighed and looked up at his Playstation. The Telltale Game of Thrones download was finished. Finally. At least he’d have something to occupy his brain for a bit.

Over the course of the next few days Cas played through all of the Telltale games he got with the PSN gift card his brother had mailed him for his birthday. This included, all four seasons of the Walking Dead game, Batman Telltale, Guardians of the Galaxy, and the Borderlands one. He even replayed the Wolf Among Us. But that only got him through New Year’s day. The dorms didn’t open back up until the fifth!

Ugh, he groaned. Opening the Netflix app on his PS4. Maybe he could start a new series? 2018 is going swimmingly! he thought as he tried searching for a show to watch. Netflix had taken so much down recently. Finally, he settled on watching the Office, for the upteenth time. He fell asleep halfway through season one.

On Thursday morning he was woken up by a knock at the door, which was weird since he knew for sure that Channing and Kevin weren’t coming back until Sunday night.

He went to the door and looked through the peephole. Standing on the other side was none other than Dean fucking Winchester.

To be continued...

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A guide to the fandom of French politics/lolitics

I found something similar going around in the Spanish lolitics fandom (I think?) and thought it was kind of funny, and what with French politics going world-wide since the elections in May and Macron making himself heard around the globe (and before you come at me, he’s also got his flaws too, I’ll fully agree with you there), I thought it would be cool to open up the wonderful fandom of French politics (and our ships!) to our international friends. So sit tight, this is probably going to be long!

First off, who are the big names you’re likely to find the most often?

Emmanuel Macron

° Not surprising since he’s our new president.

° He’s actually pretty smol. Especially when standing next to other taller world leaders.

° He’s a lot younger than the other members of the French politics fandom. (He’s 39).

° Can’t take selfies.

° POUDRE DE PERLIMPIMPIN.

° (It’s even a song).

° He looks like a pretty cool guy but does have some shitty policies he wants to put into effect (*cough* doesn't necessarily plan to stop nuclear energy jobs even though they are polluting *cough*).

° Literally seems to think that he’s some kind of king/God.

° Loves Europe & the European Union (like, Emmanuel Macron x the EU is as canon as Emmanuel x Brigitte).

° Likes cordons bleus (and I get him, cordons bleus are amazing), chocolates and eating off the kid’s menu and is essentially a child in an adult’s body.

° Apparently even the official cook at the Elysée palace makes him little cordons bleus. (And he loves them).

° Is probably going to be annoying in the upcoming five years but we currently kind of like him. Or at the very least, he hasn’t fucked up too bad yet. (But please don’t cozy up to Trump too much).

° Is far better at speaking English than most French politicians (and possibly even the current US president) and uses expressions that are probably twice his age and that nobody uses anymore.

Manuel Valls

° He’s from Spain Catalonia but he’s French.

° Our former Prime Minister. Apparently he tried to join Macron’s party after the elections?

° The scapegoat who gets blamed for everything, even stuff he isn't fully responsible for.

° Had flour thrown on him that one time.

° Often angry, but he does smile sometimes. (They’re actually rays of sunshine)

° Really did try to save the Parti Socialiste but didn’t manage and ended up quitting it. Is more of a center-left candidate??

° Dealt with a wide variety of shit ranging from terrorist attacks to being slapped across the face.

° The VEINY HANDS ™.

° King of the style game and sometimes wears see-through shirts. (cf La Rochelle, 2015).

° Was kind of friends with Macron (he was the one who convinced Hollande to hire him before they started to work together).

° People are beginning to realize that their hatred towards him was misdirected, which is nice. Hell, some are even beginning to appreciate him, which is even better.

° Gave that one really amazing speech at the Assemblée Nationale on January 13 2015 and got a standing ovation for it.

° Probably chilling off somewhere now? Or is he still trying to join En Marche?

° Has a cute Cairn Terrier called Homère. He even used to bring him to his meetings at the Elysée palace.

Benoît Hamon

° Former member of the Socialist party. He tried hard to save it, he really did.

° Is basically a Hobbit.

° Has lots of cute pairs of glasses.

° Good with kids.

° REGION BRETAGNE EN FORCE!

° His real name is Baenoît Hamon.

° Even shared a picture of his kebab once and it was way more popular than President Macron’s official portrait.

° Deserved so much better.

° Is an actual cinnamon roll, too good for this world, too pure.

Arnaud Montebourg

° Toll ™.

° Often seen hanging out with Hamon.

° A rebel, he resigned from his post as economy minister from Hollande’s government.

° Is a drama queen.

° Loves everything with the label “Made in France”.

° Has fluffy looking hair.

Phillipe Poutou

° Far-left anticapitalist.

° He literally has no chill and will destroy you if you give him the opportunity.

° Popular among the young voters (I think???).

° Can also be really cute and adorable when he doesn’t vent about the evils of capitalism.

° Too cool to wear an actual suit.

Jean-François Copé

° Sometimes wonder whether he’s an actual politician or not.

° Is sometimes problematic ™

° Says chocolatine instead of pain au chocolat (which is downright wrong >:(( ) (Question à part: ça se dit où "chocolatine" exactement?? Ca va bientôt faire quinze ans que j'habite en France et je suis jamais tombée dessus?? Ca a toujours été "pain au chocolat" chez moi???)

° Never really scores any higher than 0.5%.

° Always enthusiastic and up for a good laugh.

° Memes.

° One of the rare right-wing politicians to actually be part of the fandom since everybody else ranges from the center (Macron & maybe even Valls) to the far-left (Poutou & Mélenchon).

Jean Lassalle

° He’s not really a big name, kind of a centrist?

° Has a heavy accent and loves his region very much.

° Lives a down-to-earth-appreciate-everything kind of life.

° Is probably one of the only politicians to actually be a really adorable person in real life.

° Appreciated by both his fellow politician colleagues and the general public. (Which is a real feat here).

Christiane Taubira

° The Queen ™

° She's from French Guyana.

° Everybody loves her.

° She’s amazing, that’s all you need to know.

° She won’t let you mess with her: she might be smoll but she’s always ready to brawl (and clash you in the Assemblée Nationale).

° Has the law legalizing gay marriage named after her, like how cool is that???

Jean-Luc Mélenchon

° He's on the far-left.

° He's the hologram guy, loves modern technology.

° Has developed a legit game called "Fiscal Kombat", where the Mélenchon character fights other French politicians to make them give back money, counter frauds and earn as much cash as possible to implement his program.

° He's actually from Morocco.

° Is either angry or will take a great satisfaction in publicly clashing you.

° He has no chill and will call you out to your face.

° Always up for a fight and lives off drama.

° Is a sore looser tho.

Our international players:

Justin Trudeau

° The French speaking cousin ™ (with a slight accent)

° He’s not French but he’s basically considered as part of the fandom.

° Like Macron would say, he’s “part of the club” (yes, he really did use that expression).

° He got on well enough with the previous government,and currently has a thriving bromance with Macron.

° They probably diss Trump together in French.

° We’re all looking forward to anything more they can give us.

° Can also be spotted on photos with François Hollande and Manuel Valls.

Theresa May

° The annoying friend from across the Channel.

° Brexit with Benefits ™

° Likes football.

° Speaks English only.

° Probably a source of conflict over Europe and the EU.

° Still the English member of our Franco-British (or soon to be English-only?) bromance.

° Hopefully introduced Manu to the wonders that are Fish & Chips.

Barack Obama

° He may no longer be president but we still love him.

° Had a soft spot for Hollande’s poor English.

Angela Merkel

° Proud member of the pro-EU squad.

° Holds the flag for the Franco-German bromance.

° Was bros with Sarkozy and seems to like Macron a lot.

° Also an avid football supporter.

As for our ships, well here’s what we’ve got to offer :))

The French only ships

Vallande: François Hollande and Manuel Valls

° I don’t know, it’s the first of the political ships I really heard of.

° Apparently it was a thing??

° Basically the president and his Prime Minister.

° There is legit real fanart out there if you look hard.

° They seemed to be happy when they were together sometimes, so I guess there’s that??

° Unfortunately they then broke up when Valls left Hollande’s government to run for the left wing primaries. I guess not every pairing can have a happy ending :(

° **Edit: I just happen to have found an entire blog dedicated to the ship (Vallande is real les amis), and it's the most unlikely thing ever but also fucking hilarious! (Je ne sais pas qui est derrière ce Tumblr, mais... Merci, pour le coup, ça m'a bien fait rire ^^).

° **Edit 2: Guys, just... Check the “Vallande“ tag, I promise it’s worth it. ^^

M&M’s/Vacron: Manuel Valls and Emmanuel Macron

° Probably the most popular/biggest ship in the fandom for now.

° They have a complicated ™ relationship.

° They used to be kind of friends??? But Macron essentially stabbed Valls in the back by using Valls’ declining popularity and problems to push himself forward. ° I’m not even sure where they stand at now. Probably former colleagues?

° Although Valls did immediately back Macron after losing the socialist primary final to Hamon (whether that is to be taken as a sense of affection/friendship/something else towards Macron, I’ll let you decide for yourself).

° We still ship them though.

° All the more so because there are lots of pics (and non-photoshopped ones I might add) that are out there.

° (Perhaps they even ship themselves, who knows?)

° Oh and Vall's official nickname for Macron when they were in the same government was "Microbe", which basically means germ (if you translate it literally) or squirt.

° We also have AO3 fics and fanart. (Seriously, the M&M's fandom is amazing :)).

(Add Myriam El Khomri and you get an OT3).

(But Valls and El Khomri look more like embarrassed parents and Macron their overly-enthusiastic five year-old).

(Or you can add Najat Vallaud-Bellkacem if you’d prefer).

Cinnhamonbourge: Benoît Hamon and Arnaud Montebourg

° The Cuties ™.

° Also quite popular in the fics and fanart territory.

° Fluff, fluff and more fluff. (And possibly the occasional angst, but it's mostly fluff).

° Team “Looks like a cinnamon roll and actually is a cinnamon roll”.

° Well Hamon is, Montebourg can get a little more angry at times.

° But they like each other, that’s the most important part.

° Both are now former members of the PS, Montebourg quit in 2014 and Hamon only a month ago.

° Used to hang out together a lot.

° Probably diss Hollande (and Macron’s) government together.

° Organize cool-looking parties.

° Like flowers.

° Probably drowning their sorrows and crying over the state of French politics together. (With a bottle of fine champagne).

(You can even add Valls if you want an OT3, not sure they’d get along tho).

(Is Macrontebourg also a thing? Just askin’) (Although we all know Arnaud and Benoît belong together).

Along with Montebourg, apparently Hamon and Taubira were also good friends :)

Marine Le Pen x Florian Philippot

° I think this is also a thing?

° They’re basically the Evil Power Couple of French politics.

° Probably want to dominate France and are secretly building a “Grand Villain Manifesto” for the 2022 elections.

° They can stay together as long as they don’t bother us.

° Apparently people also ship Le Pen and Mélenchon???

° Is it a hate-ship??

° (Je n'en sais rien vraiment, mais je suis tombée dessus une ou deux fois… Je ne sais toujours pas trop quoi en penser ^^).

Team Destroy Capitalism: Nathalie Arthaud and Philippe Poutou

° Like the ship name suggests, they hate capitalism.

° The far-left bros.

° They’re full of bitterness and full of salt.

° Arthaud is Angry ™, elle est là pour NIQUER SES MERES.

° Often angry. Just a reminder.

° Poutou has no chill and will fight you even though he’s only a factory worker for Ford, who works REALLY HARD.

° (But he’s cool). (He can also be really nice and really cute).

° Arthaud will also fight you, especially on capitalism. Arthaud x Capitalism is probably her biggest NOTP.

° Team Tiny Candidates.

The international ships

Merkozy: Angela Merkel and Nicolas Sarkozy (aka President Bling Bling ™).

° I wasn’t really following politics all that much back in 2007.

° Apparently they were like BFF’s, and are one of the early bro-ships in French politics??

° The Oldie but Goldie, I guess that’s what we could roll with?

° The Smol bros.

° I don’t know whether they are still in touch or not but let’s hope so, because Merkel’s huge smiles are literal rays of sunshine.

Don't ask me, but there was also something with Hollande.

And Valls.

And she seems to be climbing up the new BFF scale with Macron too.

Hobama: François Hollande and Barack Obama

° Obama seemed to get along well with Macron’s clumsy predecessor, maybe his poor English even grew on him after a while.

° “Ah na wol spriking in French because ay oblairge ay oblaïge to do that.”

° President Classy ™ and President Awkward ™.

° They both exited the world stage at the same time at the end of 2016, right before shit got real.

° Might be keeping in touch and maybe even mounting a scheme to take out the Crazy Orange Cheeto (okay probably not, but let’s just imagine for a second that they are really doing this?)

(Obama was also friends with Sarkozy, if you were wondering).

Macdeau: Justin Trudeau and Emmanuel Macron

(C'est bien Macdeau le "nom officiel"? Parce que j'ai vu des choses du style Macreau, Trudon et Trudō également)

° Highly anticipated bromance that came about shortly after Macron won the election.

° Basically became canon in Taormina when they met for the G7 Summit, and we got the pics of them strolling along in the flowery gardens. (Looking extremely similar to that one scene in Game of Thrones between Margaery and Sansa)

° Trudeau is Toll ™ and Macron is Smoll ™.

° Always smiling.

° New pics and Twitter posts are always welcomed and widely shared. ° They’re always happy together and as long as their bromance is thriving, so are we.

(( But if you’d rather ship him with Valls, then there’s also canon photos you can use too :) ))

Then we've also got this but:

Does it

Really warrant

An explanation?

(There aren't any pictures, but just in case you were wondering, our friend Mister Donald the Crazy Orange Cheeto also rooted for her during the elections).

Maycron: Theresa May and Emmanuel Macron

° Also a G7 baby.

° Speak English together.

° Trying to mend bridges between the UK and France. (Because from what I’ve gathered, neither Sarkozy or Hollande were apparently great friends with David Cameron).

° Give affectionate hugs.

° Probably butt heads over topics like Europe and Brexit since May wants out of the EU and Macron is arguably one of the EU leader who loves the EU the most (like I said, Macron x EU is as canon as Emmanuel x Brigitte).

° Share a passion and enthusiasm for football. May can even be a little bit too enthusiastic sometimes ;)

° Probably also vent about the Orange Cheeto to one another.

And as a Franco-Irish member of the French lolitics fandom, I'm also really happy to be able to say that

French politicians

Seem to have an ongoing bromance

With their Irish counterparts

That doesn't seem to be going anywhere anytime soon :)

And if you really want to go deep down, here are the over-the-top-not-really-serious-recurring-pairings you can also find:

Benoît Hamon x Kebabs (It’s pure, it’s lovely, and believe it or not, it’s way more popular than you’d think more popular than Macron at any rate).

François Fillon & "Rends l'argent" (we basically want him to give back the public money he stole).

Eva Joly x The Green Glasses

° Kind of an older pairing, since it goes back to the 2012 elections (she didn't run this year).

° Joly usually wore red glasses, but to represent her Green Party (EELV), she campaigned with a pair of green ones.

° Basically what she was remembered for.

° Maybe she still wears them?

Emmanuel Macron x Cordons bleus (the truest OTP of this 2017 presidential campaign and we understand him, those things taste like heaven).

François Hollande x Being Akward (pretty much what you can resume his five-year presidency as).

Benoît Hamon x His glasses (they even have their own Twitter account apparently at LunettesBenoit).

Apparently he loves them so much he went and bought a bunch of them right before the presidential race began.

Marine Le Pen & Being a scary arsehole (basically she hates anything non 100% French, was high on drugs or something during her debate with Macron and couldn’t make coherent arguments. Blames immigrants, non French citizens and Muslims for everything wrong in the country).

She’s basically our equivalent of the horrors known as Donald Trump, Geert Wilders, Frauke Petry and Nigel Farage.

(Unsurprisingly, she's also friends with all of them).

French politicians in general x Being assaulted with food ingredients: whether it’s flour, eggs or the hand that whisks them up in the form of a slap, Valls, Macron, Le Pen, Sarkozy, Fillon and Hollande have all had it thrown at them. ^^

Après, si j'en ai oublié d'autres, n'hésitez pas à les rajouter, histoire de faire répandre nos ships et la fandom politique française à l'international! C'est ma toute première contribution, donc je n'ai probablement pas donné une liste exhaustive :))

#Hello je suis un peu nouvelle dans la fandom #et je découvre encore tous les blogs de lolitique super sympa :)#shipping politicians is also a *thing* over here #and you're all welcome to join us #French lolitics #upthebaguette #(c'est bien ça le tag pour tout ce qui est politique française?)#(j'aime trop le M&M's d'ailleurs :))#('faut vraiment que je tente la fic aussi)#lolitics

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aurianneor · 7 years

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Hamlet Omelet

You can cook oignons and tomatoes (or any other vegetables) on a low heat in the pan before pouring the eggs.

- How To - make an omelette, from 'Jamie Does...': https://youtu.be/wA_Op5SoAAM

- https://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/wordofmouth/2010/jun/03/how-to-make-perfect-omelette: As with all very simple things, the omelette has attracted a certain mystique amongst those convinced that there must be more to it than meets the eye. In the titular essay from the collected short works of Elizabeth David, An Omelette and a Glass of Wine, the 'awful genius' of post-war food writing tells of a certain Madame Poularde, celebrated throughout France for her omelettes.

The gourmands of France slathered over her light and fluffy creations, and indulged themselves with endless speculation as to her secret:

"She mixed water with the eggs, one writer would say, she added cream asserted another, she had a specially made pan said a third, she reared a special breed of hens unknown to the rest of France claimed a fourth. Before long, recipes for the omelette de la mère Poulard began to appear in magazines and cookery books. Some of these recipes were very much on the fanciful side. One I have seen even goes so far to suggest she put foie gras into the omelette."

Finally, David writes, someone saw fit to ask Madame herself for her recipe. "I break some good eggs into a bowl, I beat them well, I put in a good piece of butter in the pan. I throw the eggs into it and I shake it constantly. I am happy, monsieur, if this recipe pleases you."

- Les Nuls - Omelette: https://youtu.be/7TwG1S8Xk5A

- Hamlet, William Shakespeare: http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0099726/ (All the eggs are broken at the end).

- No, it is not what you will have on the head after the shampoo, you just need to rinse your hair with chilly water: https://aurianneor.tumblr.com/post/160878723215/healthy-hair-les-cons -dune-to-wookie

- And what about eating chicken?: Rotten S01E04: https://youtu.be/2_2kPaGIwgo

- En français: https://aurianneor.tumblr.com/post/164123918374/hamlet-omelet-vous-pouvez-faire-cuire-à-feu-doux

Other recipes:

- Super Tomato: https://aurianneor.tumblr.com/post/178633764890/super-tomato-a-long-time-ago-my-flatmate-used-to

- Ancient Rome Vegetables: https://aurianneor.tumblr.com/post/170614247865/ancient-rome-vegetables-the-higher-the-quality-of

- Golden chicken: https://aurianneor.tumblr.com/post/175341955105/golden-chicken-1-the-success-of-this-dish-depends

- Miss Terra cheers me up: https://aurianneor.tumblr.com/post/174691526195/miss-terra-cheers-me-up-tira-terra-earth-soil

- Far Breton: https://aurianneor.tumblr.com/post/172032829795/far-breton-in-french-le-phare-is-pronounced-the

- Honey, ice-cream please!: https://aurianneor.tumblr.com/post/173920497515/honey-ice-cream-please-1-tablesppon-of-honey

- Le mon coeur: https://aurianneor.tumblr.com/post/172853367915/le-mon-coeur-it-doesnt-taste-at-all-like-the

- Oh purée! du céleri-rave!: https://tmblr.co/ZprwNe2VjVBq6

- Ton/Ta Jean/Jeans/Gin Tagine/Tajine??? What’s this language!: https://aurianneor.tumblr.com/post/174213052895/tonta-jeanjeansgin-taginetajine-whats-this

- Pain à l'oeil: https://tmblr.co/ZprwNe2PyPFKN

- Tom Mozart: https://tmblr.co/ZprwNe2PKi5ry

- Empanada franco-gallega: https://tmblr.co/ZprwNe2SIGKlp

- Healthy Nutella: https://aurianneor.tumblr.com/post/176835143390/healthy-nutella-this-has-a-different-taste-from

- Coffee Invitation: https://aurianneor.tumblr.com/post/162392229350/coffee-invitation-a-

and

- Healthy Soda: https:/aurianneor.tumblr.com/post/158971101626/healthy-soda

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ladyonly01-blog · 7 years

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