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non-writers will never understand the mental illness of writing an entire conversation in your head while doing dishes and then forgetting every word the second you open a blank doc
Just started reading Sherlock Holmes and all the adaptations are wrong. This man is a delight. He gets excited about hemoglobin and is ecstatic at the thought of Watson as a roommate. He purposefully forgets how the solar system works so he has more room in his brain for crime. He shows Watson the dirt stains on his trousers and he can tell what part of London they come from based on color and consistency. (As far as i can tell Watson didn't ask, Sherlock just gets back from walks and tells Watson about the stains unprompted.) The text specifically says "Holmes was certainly not a difficult man to live with." Why does every adaptation make him unpleasant and rude, he's literally just eccentric. He's such a goober, I love him.
‘(…)one of the most important cultural experiences of the generations that grew up from the ‘30s to the ‘50swas the Saturday afternoon serial of the Buck Rogers type - alien villains, true American heroes, heroines in distress, the death ray or the doomsday box, and the cliffhanger at the end whose miraculous resolution was to be witnessed next Saturday afternoon. Star Wars reinvents this experience in the form of a pastiche: that is, there is no longer any point to a parody of such serials since they are long extinct. Star Wars(…)satisfies a deep (might I even say repressed?) longing to experience them again: it is a complex object in which on some first level children and adolescents can take the adventures straight, while the adult public is able to gratify a deeper and more properly nostalgic desire to return to that older period and to live its strange old aesthetic artifacts through once again.’
(Postmodernism and Consumer Society, 1998)
Nothing has really changed since that time. The Force Awakens simply uses modern technology to hide its archaic form. And it’s not just Star Wars - you can see a pattern here. Movies like Drive, Nightcrawler, every single superhero movie, every reboot of a long-forgotten franchise and then a reboot of a reboot and so on and so forth. We live in a culture of retrospection and anachronism. It’s almost like our contemporary society is stuck in some kind of never-ending cycle of nostalgia without ability to produce something new.
Description: Ominis and Riana never really cared for each other until they bonded over their studies. It was then that Gaunt discovered that no one described the world as beautifully as that wise, herbarium-making Ravenclaw who had fired up his imagination. Ominis simply loved those descriptions.
Maybe not just descriptions.
The rustle of pages being turned.
It was one of Ominis Gaunt's favorite sounds. His sensitive hearing sometimes irritated him, letting in noises that gave him a headache, but this situation also had its advantages. He could hear the pleasant sounds better, and he had a whole list of them. Lately, the pleasant rustle of paper that accompanied reading had taken the top place - partly because it was satisfying and calming, but mainly because of who he associated it with.
It was Riana Innes who sat next to him and provided him with this pleasant sound every time they studied together.
It all started completely by accident, a few months earlier, when a resigned Ominis went to the library to prepare for a test. He usually didn't do it alone; although he had mastered many helpful spells, the fact that he couldn't see made it easier for him to absorb knowledge with someone's help. Although Sebastian was his best friend, he wasn't the best study partner. Even if intelligent, Sallow had - according to Ominis - sometimes a too easygoing approach to studying, which is why Gaunt stopped trusting him in this aspect. It always got dangerous when Ominis heard a dozen or so pages being shuffled, and then Sebastian saying that he "only skips what definitely won't be on the test".
The upcoming Charms test was too important to risk Sebastian skipping the material. And so Ominis ended up in the library, where he didn't feel the best, especially by himself - he might have had some peace there, but he didn't like being around other students too much if it wasn't necessary.
The name "Gaunt" didn't exactly bring flowers, rainbows and warmth to mind, but rather a ruthless family of pure-blood heirs of Salazar Slytherin. There were various rumors circling about Ominis; some students were even afraid of him, especially because he walked everywhere with his wand held out in front of him, which could guide him. In addition, the fact that he was a Parselmouth did not gain him any fans at all, on the contrary, it created more and more, sometimes terrifying rumors.
On the one hand, Ominis did not mind that some students were afraid of him. He had his peace and usually was not forced into interactions that he did not like. On the other hand, he was sometimes depressed by the fact that he was often associated only with the evil of his family, which he really did not want to have anything to do with.
Some students had no idea what to think of Ominis, and Riana was one of them. Although they had been classmates for six years, she probably exchanged a few words with him at most when they had to work together in Herbology. From what she knew from rumors, he scared her a little, but from experience she could not call him someone dangerous. He probably behaved the most decently of all the boys in the year, but she guessed that it was due to his noble background. But who knew what he was really like?
Unlike Ominis, Riana appeared in the library very often, thanks to which she was perfectly aware of where the books on a given topic were. That is why on that rainy March day she confidently walked towards the shelves where her required books were located. However, she stopped dead in her tracks when she noticed Ominis, whom she had never met there before, slouched over a book. If it had been anyone else, she would have had no problem. She would have gone over, taken her book and left. However, since Gaunt could not see her, she was not sure how to behave. She thought that maybe she should announce herself to him somehow, so that he would know that no one was trying to make an attempt on his life - which was quite likely at Hogwarts. Or maybe it was an idiotic idea, because he could sense it? Maybe even then, when she was still keeping a safe distance of a few meters, his wand had let him know that a confused Ravenclaw was standing and staring at him as if she were about to clash with Salazar Slytherin himself? After all, it wasn't so far from the truth...
Riana decided to stop torturing herself with wild ideas and simply go for what she needed, although not without stress. When she approached the shelf, and therefore Ominis, she noticed that he didn't even raise his head. Apparently, he didn't realise in any way that he wasn't alone, so the girl decided to speak up anyway.
"Sorry," she wanted to add "Ominis", but even knowing his name, she had the impression that it would be strange to address him directly. "I'll stand next to you for a moment. I don't want to scare you."
Ominis raised his head and turned it towards her voice, not really knowing what was happening. That voice was familiar, and yet he couldn't place it on anyone...
"Uh... Thanks?" he finally spoke, and Riana could see from his expression that he was at the very least confused.
"You probably don't recognise me," she said quickly. "Riana. From Ravenclaw."
She hoped that he would recognise her by her name alone. After all, they had been in the same year for six years, right? He probably knew her by name...?
"Ah... Yes."
It dawned on Ominis. Riana Innes. She was indeed in his year, but he didn't know her very well. Either way, it was nice of her to introduce herself.
Riana began to browse the books on the shelf, but after a moment, out of pure curiosity, she glanced at the volume lying in front of Ominis - and realised that it was the book she needed as well.
"Oh, you have the book I'm looking for," she said immediately. "Are you studying for Charms?"
"Yes, I am," he replied, a bit confused, because he didn't expect the girl to talk to him again.
Riana hesitated. So far, he hadn't eaten her. Nor had he threatened to curse her and her future offspring. Nor did he send a venomous snake after her...
Merlin, her imagination was probably a bit too wild sometimes.
"Do you mind if I sit down next to you?" she asked, and only then did the nerves of asking a boy she barely knew about this hit her. "You know, actually... It's the same test, so we could use this book together... I mean, if you want. If not, I'll wait for my turn."
"No," Ominis blurted out. "I mean, you can sit down, yes."
Riana was actually glad that he couldn't see her face and sighed with relief. Despite everything, she was still a little afraid of his reaction, carefully taking a seat next to him.
"I'll sit quietly, I promise."
"You don't have to," he said surprisingly firmly, and before she could ask for details, he added, "We can use this book together."
Ominis was cursing himself for leaving Sebastian behind. He might have been a bit of a hothead, but studying with him didn't expose him to the kind of situations he found himself in now. He had nothing against Riana, he barely knew her anyway, which made it a bit awkward.
Riana nodded, then reminded herself that Ominis couldn't see her. She slapped herself on the forehead, then looked at the book and realized that... He couldn't see the text either. It was only at that moment, for the first time in so many years, that she began to wonder how he studied at all. Did someone just read everything to him? But if so, why was he there alone...? Ravenclaw curiosity wouldn't let her stay silent.
"Actually... Could I ask... How do you study...?" she asked, trying to sound as polite as possible. She didn't want to offend Ominis in any way, she was just genuinely curious how he had managed to study for so many years, especially since she couldn't imagine life without books.
"With my wand," he explained. "When I point it at a text, I can hear it in my head. But sometimes it's hard to find the right information and I don't know if I'm missing something."
"Then maybe I could help you?" she blurted out, and only after a moment did embarrassment take hold of her again. "If you want. I'm not pressuring you. But, well... I have to learn this too, so..."
Ominis hesitated, although he was pleasantly surprised. The girl seemed to have no prejudice, not because of his house, his last name, or even because he couldn't see. Besides, she was a Ravenclaw, and from his experience, every average Ravenclaw cared about studying ten times more than Sebastian - by definition. In spite of the fact that at that moment he wasn't sure if it was a good decision, he was able to admit to himself that it would be easier for him with someone's help.
"We can try."
Since that meeting, such studying sessions had become something they together did very often. Ominis stopped being afraid of studying outside the comfort of the common room, and he also learned that Riana really cared about her grades just as much, if not more, than he did. They didn't study together for absolutely every test, and they didn't have all their subjects together, but when it came to important tests, they always met in the library.
Then the sixth year ended, and the holidays came, but Ominis hadn't forgotten about that lovely and incredibly intelligent Ravenclaw, who had much more patience than Sebastian. He had hoped that in the seventh year they would be able to return to studying together, and so it happened.
It was only the end of September, and they were studying for their first test - Potions, in which Ominis wasn't an eagle, unlike Riana. He wondered where she got her saintly patience for him from, and sometimes she explained things to him multiple times.
What he liked most about her was the way she told stories. He felt like he had never met someone with such a vivid imagination. No wonder she was a Ravenclaw... Even though Ominis had never seen anything, her stories and descriptions were so vivid that he could imagine things that had never crossed his mind before. But he did not dare to ask her to describe anything beyond their studying... Until that day.
The rustle of paper beloved by Ominis was replaced by the dull sound of a heavy cover hitting hundreds of pages.
"I think that's enough for today," said Riana.
He liked her voice too - it was very girlish. She liked to talk fast and asked a lot of questions, he could even hear the subtle changes in her tone when she caught herself thinking that she should slow down. But Ominis didn't really mind her fast blabbering.
"I think so too," he admitted. "This material isn't really as difficult as I thought."
"It's not difficult, but you know how Sharp is." Riana sighed. "Oh well. It's so beautiful outside now that I think I'll go for a walk."
Ominis hesitated. He didn't want to end this meeting yet; their conversations were usually limited to school, but he wanted to finally get to know her better, not just in those single sentences they sometimes exchanged between studying. It could be risky, but then again, Riana studied with him for a reason, right?
"Can I come with you?"
Riana was glad he couldn't see the shock on her face. He was really asking if he could join her. She wasn't surprised only because she had secretly hoped that they would finally talk outside of studying, but also because Ominis still kind of... scared her. Maybe she wasn't afraid that he would curse her and she knew he was well-mannered, but somewhere in the back of her mind she had the reputation of the Gaunts. She wondered how he really behaved, beyond the typical pleasantries. If that wasn't enough, as a Ravenclaw, inflamed with curiosity, she wanted to bombard him with questions about his sight (or lack thereof), his ability to talk to snakes, his family... Ominis Gaunt simply fascinated her, so the decision was very easy.
"Sure. We could s..." She bit her tongue before saying that they could see autumn leaves. "I mean, let's go. The sun is still shining, it's not that cold..."
Ominis nodded, then sent the books back to the shelf with a spell. Then he held his wand out in front of him so that it would guide him, glowing red as it did so.
The sight seemed a bit sinister to Riana, even if she knew that he had no intention of harming her. She remembered how, especially at the beginning of school, the sight of his face bathed in that red light when he walked through the dark corridors of the castle, used to scare her. Of course, she was used to it now, but it still left a bit of a strange impression on her. It was probably because of the red... However, she dismissed those thoughts and walked with him to the exit of the library.
"You know, I'm fascinated by how your wand guides you," she finally said as they began to approach the castle exit. "It seems like it has a mind of its own."
Ominis laughed shortly, to her surprise.
"Yeah, it's kind of like that. I have a really strong bond with it. It makes life a lot easier for me."
Riana pushed open the massive doors, finally stepping out onto the grounds. Her lungs were immediately filled with the crisp, autumn air, which made her smile. The warmth of the afternoon sun still enveloped her cheeks, making the atmosphere perfect for a walk.
"It would be a fascinating area of study of wandmaking," she continued. "I don't know much about it, but I've never seen anything like your wand."
Ominis nodded, walking forward without hesitation.
"I'm actually curious about how it works myself."
There was a moment of silence, but Ominis could feel Riana still walking beside him. She was marveling at the weather and the views, but at the same time she was gathering her courage for the question she had long wanted to ask him. She could feel her curiosity about bursting her insides.
"Ominis, can I ask you a slightly... personal question? You don't have to answer," she finally uttered, not knowing what to expect from him.
"Yes?" Gaunt replied, his voice a little higher than usual. He hoped Riana wouldn't ask about his family. He was ready to answer many questions, but he didn't feel like going into unpleasant details at that moment, especially when he felt so good, when the warmth of the sun pleasantly hugged his face...
"How much... Can't you see?" she finally asled, feeling her nerves gnawing away at her. "I mean... I know that some people can't see at all, and some have some sight and... I'm sorry, I don't know how to put it best. And I don't want to offend you."
Ominis was a little surprised by the question. Few people were so sincerely interested in the feelings associated with his disability, and the fact that Riana seemed sincerely eager to learn about them...
"It's okay." He smiled gently. "I can generally tell if there's an object in front of me or not, but I don't know the shapes or colours. I can't even see the outlines. Just... Certain changes in the light? It's a bit hard to describe."
"Oh, I see..." she replied, trying not to sound too depressing, even if her heart broke a little. She couldn't imagine living without colour, without that wonderful view that surrounded her, the colourful leaves, the big pumpkins, the bright sky...
"But the wand mainly tells me where to go, so that I don't bump into anything. It also warns me about thresholds and stairs," he said, not wanting her to think that he was feeling sorry for himself. "I may not see colours or shapes, but at least I don't fall over."
"So maybe you'd like me to... Tell you about them?"
Waking up | Kylo Ren x Reader Smut One Shot. 18+. MINORS DNI.
Word count: 1.17K
Content warning: fem!reader x Kylo; zero plot just smut, piv (unprotected), a bit sleepy I guess?, fainting mentioned
Author’s note: This is a 'hey, I'm alive' short shot (although I do have a cold). Next part of Insufferable in the works, meanwhile I hope you enjoy this one ;)
Y/N woke up in the middle of the night.
She didn't remember much. Last night, there was a fight, a scramble with the Resistance somewhere at the base, and she fainted amidst the chaos. It was Kylo who took her into his own arms and, after Y/N had been checked by the medics, brought her to his own chambers. She came to in his arms, and slept in them later on, feeling safer than ever before. It was their first time feeling each other's bodies up close, and despite the exhaustion of the battle, other things did come to their minds. After a day they both spent on exchanging tense glances, as if unsure if they should act on their desires, she fell asleep again… But not for long.
Kylo was sitting in the armchair next to the bed with his shirt open, reading something on his datapad despite the late hour. When he saw her stir, however, he immediately set it aside.
"Finally," he said with clear relief, setting the black, silky sheets aside.
Y/N slowly rubbed her eyes, trying to make them work after the nap. She almost felt like she woke up in another dimension.
"Come here," he said quietly, then kissed her gently on the lips as if waking the Sleeping Beauty. Y/N smiled at that, but she knew it was barely scratching the surface. Such light kisses were not what Kylo was known for.
"Do you ever sleep?" she asked as she kept on rubbing her eyes. Kylo let out a short chuckle and soon enough, his hands were on her, unable to stay at his sides.
She suddenly felt him starting to unbutton her shirt. She didn't oppose, quite the contrary - she was grateful, because she felt like she was sweating excessively from the heat of the nap, and yet her pounding head remembered that she had absolutely nothing on under her shirt.
Kylo seemed to have noticed it at the same time. When she felt that nothing was covering her chest anymore, she heard his heavy breathing. It happened and she couldn't even hide behind her hair.
Y/N almost jumped when she felt his icy cold hand between her breasts. He didn't even have his gloves on.
"Don't worry, you're safe… Can you breathe normally?" he asked with genuine concern, so different from his usual demeanour.
"Definitely not now," she replied, gasping for breath. He felt her heart beating beneath his hand and he couldn't explain why he couldn't take his hand away. He moved it slightly to the left breast, which had consequences for both of them.
The excitement surged through them with redoubled force. Y/N unconsciously tightened her grip on the sheets, lifting her legs just a little.
"Your heart is beating too fast," Kylo gasped, and then she finally managed to open her eyes. Kylo's huge frame was leaning over her, without his helmet, and he was piercing her with such eyes that made her feel small and completely exposed.
"If you keep on doing this… It will," she looked at his hand, still on her bare breast, "it will beat even faster."
Another shiver ran through her, and a strange, tingling sensation appeared in her lower abdomen. Kylo slowly, with little pressure, moved his hand from her breast, along her belly, to the waistband of her pants. He pulled it down and, although she couldn't see it from her position, it was too low for any decency.
The situation was clear to both of them: the tension that had been growing between them for a long time was finally going to explode. He froze in that position for a moment.
"Do you feel okay?" he whispered.
She looked at his hand, then back at him with a soft smile.
"I do… But you could make it better."
A new wave of excitement washed over both of them as Kylo climbed back onto the bed and hovered over her.
He used the Force to take her clothes off of her after she gave him an encouraging nod. Soon, there was no turning back. She lay before him, fully exposed, shackled by so many emotions she couldn't shake off. Something stirred in Kylo as he stared at her shamelessly, admiring what he had revealed. He had been thinking about this moment ever since he met her years ago.
He raised both of his hands to place them on either side of her, keeping himself comfortably above her. He could see that she liked it as she ogled him from underneath, trying to catch a glimpse of his partially exposed chest.
When Kylo lowered himself to kiss her once again, everything around them disappeared. Flesh began to rub against flesh, and their hearts began to beat in the same rhythm. Y/N buried her hands in his hair, and with one hand he lifted her by the waist, holding her as close to him as possible. When the frenzy subsided enough for her to regain some rational thought, after what felt like an eternity, she tore her mouth away from him and pulled his head towards her.
"I want you, Kylo," she whispered straight into his ear. She made Kylo feel things that he never thought were possible.
He moved closer to her ear, brushing his lips against it and whispered, "You'll get what you want."
He removed the hand that was supporting her waist and moved it to her right knee. He slowly moved one of her legs to the side, then did the same with the other. There was another burst of emotions, and she clutched the sheets again. She closed her eyes, waiting for him to move.
He used the Force again, this time to get rid of his own pants. Y/N knew he was ready and she couldn't wait. Everything else was forgotten, the only thing that mattered to them was the other person.
Kylo moved his hand under her waist again to lift her a little, and placed his other hand on the headboard of the bed. He lowered himself, she moaned, and the clock struck midnight. He filled her up to the brim, much larger than she was, able to hold her like a doll. She didn't even expect him to feel half as good as he did.
Kylo waved a hand, putting out all the lights in the room. Their other senses went crazy. He couldn't believe the effect her moan had on him when he jerked forward for the first time. The lack of light captured the imagination of both of them, stirring the blood in their veins.
No one could hear those heavy breaths, moans and whispers, the rustle of the sheets, not even the moon was a witness to them, hidden somewhere behind the clouds from which white fluff was falling. It was just the two of them, darkness and pleasure like they had never experienced before.
And Y/N had a feeling it wasn't the last time she could wake up to this.
The Force Awakens bookmark designs for the new trio and the First Order trio! :D (omg this took a million belated years to post up, but they’re all finally finished and together!!) ✨
→ on Storenvy × Prequel trio set × Original trio set
