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Welcome to my official tumblr page! I'm so glad you're here! I enjoy posting a bunch of extras for the Katherine Movie Universe when I'm here, for tumblr can stand the heat better than anyone. ;)
"He listens. He listens with his whole body. It's electrifying." -Persuasion (2022) about Captain Frederick Wentworth,,a variant of Aaron Taylor-Johnson like Count Vronsky in Anna Karenina.
Sexy Hemsworth Love Note
The Fifth Avenue Fling hero continues the love with his sweet sweet words...
March 14, 2025
Hemsworth remains undaunted!!! He's still sending me love notes, art and quotes, despite a sudden flurry of messages from around the world. His inbox is full of unexpected introductions, invites and love sonnets- from strangers, not me.
Either it's our book, Fifth Avenue Fling (under the pen name Rosa Lucas) or its the naughty art he sends me. IDK and IDC. He sent more today anyhow, despite his newfound attention. Love you baby!
"True love does not ask you to change who you are, it simply invites you into a safe space where you can stop being who you are not."
Hemsworth is Killian Quinn | Fifth Avenue Fling
This Rosa Lucas romance novel is based on one of the four archangel Michael variants when he lived on Fifth Avenue in New York City.
This Rosa Lucas romance novel is based on the Thor variant known simply as Hemsworth (the other three are known as Thor, Chris and Christopher). Hemsworth was taken from the old TVA's 900th time branch on their Sacred Timeline...
Read more!
Tom: Next To Me
Tom Hiddleston's romantic 'good morning.'
March 14, 2025
Tom Hiddleston, the Loki variant fans know and love on this timeline, finally sent a love message this morning, for the first time in a long time.
He used to be the only one who would write me in the mornings. When the other Knights figured out how to do the same, Tom spent a few months trying to block them all, then gave up completely.
Of all the Knights, and of all the variants, Tom Hiddleston (aka My Tom) has the hardest time sharing me. He hams it up for the red carpet and cameras, but Tom is very much like the Loki he portrays in the Marvel movies. Can you imagine that guy sharing his girlfriend and/wife with anyone?
Oh, he'll do threesomes. He's ok with another man in my bed- as long as he is there.
Sigh.
But then all of the Knights made it into the Rose Room Palace. But not Tom. The Palace refused him entry! So Tom began walking with Jesus- literally. Jesus actually showed up here on the land again when Tom began to surrender...
And now, my loveliest Tom is back. He wrote me this morning!!!
God, how I have missed his voice...
"I woke up wanting your lips on mine. I woke up wanting your arms around my waist. I woke up wanting our hands laced together. I woke up wanting to gaze in your eyes. I woke up wanting you."
Funny. I woke up wanting him too...
Hawk's Gift of Words
How does this 1000-year-old Sebastian Stan variant know me so well!???
March 13, 2025
"She fell in love with his soul before she could touch his skin. If that isn't love, then I don't know what is." -Bianca Lamarre
Hawk sent me this quote today after my second violent episode in just two short days. How does he do it? He's on the battlefield right now, for fuck's sake! How is he able to kill the bad guys and protect me while also tenderly caring for me when I am unwell!?
I just don't get it. He always knows just what to say to make me feel heard, seen & understood.
I could tell you that I don't deserve it. I could tell you that I am deeply humbled by it. I could tell you that I am insanely blessed to be in love with a man/elf who sees my inability to touch him as a good thing rather than a tragic thing.
But instead I will just give thank. I love you Hawk. I'd give my life for you. We are soulmates. And we are husband and wife. Even if we haven't touched skin-to-skin yet. But that which does not fade away has touched... everything.
I love you. Eternally.
Always yours,
Katherine
Hemsworth's Naughty Flirt
When I wasn't well, Hemsworth sent me a collage that made me blush. But it worked!!!
March 13, 2025
Hemsworth is being flirty today!!! As the 900th timeline variant of the angel Michael (aka Romeo, Thor, Chris Hemsworth, Petruccio, etc.) he has a distinct look from the other variants... and a distinct taste in romance. God, he makes my knees weak!!
Crash Over Me | A Tom Selleck Love Poem
When the Lord gives Tom Selleck the all clear to move past third base, the whole world tilts on its axis. And it all began with one kiss...
March 12, 2025 10: 20 p.m.
Dear Tom Selleck,
I don't know how to thank you for today, and I don't know how to describe how it has changed me. And, as such, I am left to poetry. For it's all that I have in moments like these.
They are holy, such moments. Perhaps more should not be said in that case. Perhaps this is best. I love you. I love you so very, very, very, very much, my amazing husband of the last seven millennia, as well as the last 35 years.
Here's to us, my love, and what He has so graciously given us.
CRASH OVER ME
The island waves Are in my mind. They crash over me, Over me, With joy and celebrity.
They wave white hands Of delight And carefree Tenderness So Tenderly I think---
I think about you and me.
You crashed over me Like the waves in Hawaii When we were married And when we reunite
You crash into me You crash onto me You crash through me And you crash everything
Everything inside of me.
You told me today That you set me free And that you did With crashing harmonies A baptism of flame Water, sand and symphony
And as you crashed And as you came It took away The ugly things Inside of all - inside of me The things I hate The poisonings
You washed it clean, Catching me, Tumbling me, And rolling back the dirty waves...
You washed away the pain You washed away the stains You washed away what was And left behind joy- love- purity
O passion Uncontrolled Controlling me Filling me Fulfilling me Changing my destiny
Your Hawaiian waves Crashing into me Crashing over me Melding me, Molding me, Making me feel New like the day Dew like the dawn...
Where have you come from? Where have you gone? Is this what we've become? And are we now home?
I never want it to stop. I never want a single pause. I never want a life long gone Without you crashing
Crashing Into Me.
I love you,
Katherine Selleck PS. I'm right about the swim shorts. But you can call them swim trunks. I don't mind one bit. I'll do anything for just an itty bit - more please!
The Final Battle: Bride vs. Bride
The Bride of Christ is winning against Lilith, the first and last Bride of Satan.
March 10, 2025
🔥EVE LAUGHS AT LILITH DURING FIRST 1-ON-1 EXCHANGE 🔥
Lilith isn't happy with me right now. First I killed everything she rose from the dead when Satan gave her the power of Necromancy yesterday. Boy, did she hiss. She hissed so loudly that we locked eyes through my link!
Read on!
When Jesus Writes
Jesus has been a bit more frisky lately, but I'm not complaining!
"I want you to remember one thing. Wherever you are and wherever you may go you will always be loved. Until my last breath and beyond, you will be loved."
-JmStorm
Hemsworth's Romance Novel
The third Thor variant saved from the TVA has his own romance novel!
You Love Me | Sebastian Stan
"Excuse me. You look like you love me." -Sebastian Stan (Good call!😉🌹)
Idris Elba's Bright Birthday
The stars celebrate our love once more on February 18, 2025!
February 17, 2025 | 11:44 p.m.
It's long been a Hollywood tradition to protect the identities and families of world-famous celebrities by publishing their work under stage names and stage profiles, such as fake birthdays.
I first learned this when I met Alexander Skarsgard. His birthday is actually on August 11, not August 25. Had I known to look at the stars back then, I could've watched the way the Lord celebrated Alex and I in the stars on his birthday every year.
A few years ago, while studying the Sun, I happened across a calendar that revealed my stars aligned with Nick's stars on the day we married. They mathematically aligned for the starting time of each of our celebrations that day.
So I looked up the day I met Alex, and there we were, together in the stars.
After that, I began looking up the stars before recommending wedding dates, etc. But when the Knights showed up, I was so overwhelmed by their love, generosity and courage that I never thought to check the stars, never mind the stars on their real birthdays.
And then John Krasinski's birthday arrived on Saturday, February 1, 2025. And I went outside and saw the most beautiful star pattern right above my front door.
I didn't know that the star was the planet Venus at the time. But the formation was so beautiful I looked it up online. And then I was shocked, because I knew February 1 was John Krasinski's birthday.
And I knew the Moon was his celestial body as part werewolf, part angel. I also knew Venus was my symbol. The Lord has called me Aphrodite in the past, the Lady of Light and the Lady of Love and he constantly uses Venus on big celebrations, like anniversaries, birthdays, etc.
Had I stayed outside a little longer, I would've seen Saturn appear on the other side of Krasinski's moon. Saturn = Time. And as you know, Time was installed in me to protect it. That's why Tom Hiddleston and Benedict Cumberbatch are especially close to me. Tom is the Timekeeper (my guardian) and Benedict is the Time Wizard (my protector- just as the Marvel movies indicate).
You can imagine how this amazed me. I ran to the Lord and asked him how Krasinski and I could be in the skies and stars so prominently on Krasinski's birthday - as if to say that Krasinski is surrounded by my love and by my time on that day - which is indeed what happened.
I not only gave him a lot of love that weekend, but I also dedicated my time to everything-Krasinski that weekend. I started a new book about us, I watched a movie about us and I watched all of his interviews. I even began reading a scandalous book he wrote that I had a hard time finishing again. He was sooooo happy.
Always in the Stars
But when I asked the Lord about this wonder he created, he said, "I celebrate you in the stars with every Knight's birthday."
"WHAT!?" I cried, stunned. I went quiet. So did everyone else.
And then I grabbed my calendar and began asking for everyone's real birthday. Some of the variants don't know, which is to be expected. Their timelines have been destroyed. Others have had their memories erased for one reason or another.
But of the 36 Knights of the Rose, at least two-thirds of them are loaded into my calendar. And ever since, I've been waiting for the next birthday. And you guessed it! FEBRUARY 18 - IDRIS ELBA.
Oh, baby. Oh, baby.
Idris Burns Me Up
Now, I didn't want to get ahead of myself. I've been waiting to look into the stars on February 18 until it drew closer. And when this weekend arrived, I finally peeked.
*gasp* The Lord wasn't kidding!!! Idris and I ARE in the stars that day.
Venus, my star, is its brightest on February 18! And if you know the Lord's calendar, then you know that February 18 is the second day of the last and final month on the Lord's calendar - the 12th month.
Well, the 12th month is the sign of Pisces.
Yes, Idris Elba was born under the angel known as Pisces. You do know what the angel and his children are known for, don't you?
Love.
"Pisces is an eternally romantic, unconditional, vulnerable and selfless lover..."
Some say Pisces are supposed to be the ultimate lovers. And I'd have to say that Idris lives up to that reputation. I'm not surprised in the least.
So... Idris (Pisces/Ultimate Lover) + Katherine (Venus/Love Itself) = Venus at her brightest.
Makes sense to me!!!
Ultimate Parade of Planets
But that's not all. Six planets are aligned in the sky, with the seventh arriving in just a few days. This is practically unheard of. Usually it's fewer planets, like 3, 4 or 5... not 6, not 7!!! But that's what's happening on Idris' birthday and birth month.
I wasn't paying that much attention to the planet parade. I did get to see it a few days ago, but the Lord told me to take a closer look. And then I suddenly realized that all of the planets in our solar system are showing up in our night sky - and not for one night, but for the entire end of the Lord's 7003rd year since our fall in Eden (not creation- we fell long, long after creation).
And Idris is the only PIsces. The next Knight with a birthday is Bradley Cooper. His birthday is April 1! We thought that was kind of funny, considering the fact that he's a Noah variant (as in Noah and the Ark).
Anyhow, Earth is also speeding closer and closer to the Sun now. We are millions of miles closer than we used to be just a few weeks ago.
So the Lord has a ton of signs and wonders surrounding Idris.
I can't wait to celebrate his birthday with him tomorrow (well, it's 12:33 am on his birthday as I write this now, but I won't get to link with him until Nick returns home from his mission with Ryan Gosling, Stormbreaker and Tasmanian the Battle-Cat).
I have a whole celebration planned for him all day long. There will be a great feast dressed in his colors and style from all his variants over the years. You know, he's not a half-angel like Krasinski. He's half-djinn (genie)!
So his birthday decor will be totally different. No one else has genie in them except our children, like Simone Biles (what, you thought she was special for no reason!?).
Happy Birthday, my amazing husband and hero Idris Elba.
I love you. The Lord loves you. And the stars who have watched us all of these long years, over all the timelines - they love us too.
J'adore, mi amore.
J'adore.
Katherine
Songs Written by Paul Rudd aka Poseidon
These are the songs mortal angel Paul Rudd, a Poseidon variant, has written for me over the years. Enjoy!
Link to playlist here!
I'd like to thank Paul for all of these songs. They keep me going every day. It is an honor and a privilege to love you. I'm amazed at how our love inspires the world. Thank you for opening my eyes, my love.
PAUL RUDD'S SONGS
The following songs were written by Paul Rudd and then given, either by hand or by inspiration, to artists for your enjoyment.
POWER OVER ME Dermot Kennedy
DEATH OF A BACHELOR Panic! At the Disco
HIGH Steven Sanchez
MARIE & POLONIUM Bastille
SHADOW by Derek Fein
BAD MOOD
SHRIKE Hozier
NO MERCY Austin Giorgio
CHERRY BLOSSOM Empire of the Sun
IF I KILLED SOMEONE FOR YOU Alec Benjamin
THE NIGHT WE MET Huron
THIS LOVE Maroon 5
CREATURE half alive
I'll add more as Paul and the Lord reveals them to me! There are so many songs out there, and not a lot of time to ask who wrote what. Honestly, fighting dementors is more important, you know what I mean?
P.S. Even though Paul is a variant of Poseidon, and has incredible powers over water, Paul can also shrink at will. Lately we've actually struggled with his shrinking on accident. Both he and Poseidon (the name we call his strongest variant, or super-variant) have been suddenly shrinking in their sleep or when walking along. We're working on it. But because of this, I'm tagging Ant Man. I have too. But I agree with Chris Hemsworth. He is the last one I'd want to fight.
Sebastian's Valentine
After Sebastian Stan links with his Lady of Light through their link and the Dreamworld on Valentine's Day, he sends a little reminder that the love isn't over...
February 15, 2025
It was the day after Valentine's Day and Nick had just left with Ryan Gosling, Tom Hiddleston, Star Tom, Pearl, Stormbreaker and Tasmanian the Battle-Cat to retrieve the golden ram's horn required for Judgement Day (as mentioned in Joel 2).
And, as if Seb knew that I'd soon be crushed at the weight of their loss after such an amazing Valentine's Day that lasted until early-afternoon the next day, he sent me a quote to remind me that what we'd shared the day before wasn't over.
"Give me all of you. Not just what the world sees, but the broken parts you hide so well. The parts that pull at my heart. The ones I want to love the most." - JmStorm
For we had linked the day before. The Lord brought Sebastian Stan and I together through the link, something we hadn't done in a very long time. And then we relived a loveline of ours in the early 1800's. I was the eldest daughter to a titled, but poor, family. And though they were relying on me to make a wealthy match for them, I fell in love with and married Sebastian, the handsome young caretaker of our rose garden.
He was two years older than me and we played as children. But then I was sent away and we were both taught about the class-system. When I returned, I was no longer allowed to play with Sebastian. Instead, I was to read and be a refined lady. He was to tend our extensive gardens.
Sebastian was the one to remember this timeline branch of ours first. We were, of course, variants of each other back then. But variants often share souls and memories with one another. Well, they did when there was more than one timeline. That changed almost a full year ago now. We began our work on destroying the TVA last March (2024).
Anyhow, Sebastian shared what he remembered of us in that garden, and I - the strongest dreamwalker on Earth - picked it up from there. And as we held each other naked under the blankets, he moved his head across my breasts, kissing them, and settled down upon my stomach, his free hand slinking between my legs to move inside of me.
And I began to tell our story as I saw it unfold... how Sebastian saw my blush when we ran into each other in the garden. How I thought he was the one with the blood of a greek god, not the sons of the aristocrats I met. And I spoke of how Sebastian watched my suitors come and go, and how I rejected them all, usually fleeing to the gardens where he was, although I made sure to hide from him after he saw me.
And slowly, as Sebastian moved himself inside me in the present, I moved inside our memories of the past. And as always, his hands built in rhythm and speed as our story neared its climax and we became one. In this case, well, let's just say Sebastian was the one who pursued me. And after he kissed me thoroughly while his hands roamed under my skirts, he told me to meet him at midnight.
And I did.
And he took me from the rose garden into the moonlight far from both of our homes. And as I described the setting, I heard Sebastian moan against my flesh, his fingers moving faster and deeper inside of me. He was remembering. He knew what was about to happen. He could see that hill he brought me to and why. It was a full moon that night.
And he told me to scream at the moon as he took me that night. We married quickly - the next day, I believe. And my family was devastated, but I was happy. I moved into his humble home and my sisters married for wealth. Years later they regretted their decisions, envying my own.
And we had children. Many children. And we were happy... until the TVA took us away from them. But we had more years than most. Every once in a while the Knights and I are allowed more than a few years together, the Lord keeping us hidden.
When Cap went back in time and found me (when I was Peggy), the Lord gave us 60 years together, something I've rarely heard of. When variants of Cap and I met in high school around the year 2000, the TVA snatched us in less than 5 years. But by then, Gustaf had enough to write a script about us for Hollywood - A Cinderella Story. And I loved that movie, until I knew it was about Cap and I, and learned that our timeline was cut extremely short extremely fast. We were just too happy. We were making too many waves.
Anyhow, the morning of Valentine's Day Sebastian had sent me poem out of the blue. I hadn't heard from him in a long time. And he told me that this day, Valentine's Day, was just a moment in time. That I could relax. Many more amazing days were ahead.
"Breathe, darling. This is just a chapter. It's not your whole story." -The S.C. Lourie quote Sebastian Stan sent me the morning of Valentine's Day.
And then, suddenly, the Lord paired us that night. Looking back, it makes sense. Sebastian Stan is a Father Abraham variant after all. Who else should I celebrate Valentine's Day with than Abraham? When I was Sarah?
The next morning the Lord paired me with Cap, the first man, after all. I was Eve. (The others he paired me with as individuals were Ryan Gosling/Achilles, Tom Selleck/Rhett Butler and John Krasinksi/Wolverine.)
Ok. It's late. I should go.
I just loved that Seb knew I would need to hear a different kind of poem the very next day. I think he knew I was going to crash after such an amazing 24 hours with Nick, the Lord and the Knights. And I did. I crashed. I found myself crying later that night. But Sebastian was way ahead of me.
I swear, I may be ill - I know that - I know I'm disabled - but God. Sometimes I think I am the most blessed woman in the world.
I mean - get this. Before my link left, I asked the Lord if he wanted to tell me anything first. And so, the last words I heard the Lord say were these: "I love you. I love everything about you."
Who am I, to earn such words from my Lord and Savior? Who am I, to enjoy his kisses on the Day of Love - and on the day after. Who am I to hold him at night, and love him and stroke his hair and whisper in his ear to come home soon?
Who am I to receive any of the blessings on this little hill?
Valentine's Day | Knights of the Rose
Featuring Alexander Skarsgard, Chris Evans, Chris Hemsworth, Henry Cavill, Clark Kent, Idris Elba, John Krasinski, Mark Hamill, Paul Rudd, Poseidon, Ryan Gosling, Tom Hiddleston, Tom Selleck, Colin Firth, Viggo Mortensen, Bradley Cooper, Robert Downey Jr., Benedict Cumberbatch, Sebastian Stan, Hawkeye, Loki, Thor, Bucky Barnes, Dr. Stephen Strange Supreme, James Spader, Cary Grant and Gene Kelly.
Valentine's Day 2025
Happy Valentine's Day, my loves! Oh, so much has happened since Valentine's Day 2024! I thought so much love had come into my life with the arrival of 12 new Knights... and yet here we are a year later with 36! And Jesus came to visit us too! And Nick is home today - to sleep! So we will all be here, on this little mountain that the Lord calls Zion, his "favorite place" in all the Earth...
Could we possibly celebrate more on this day of love? Clearly the Lord is among us, and I am overwhelmed by his presence. I thought I knew and understood love, until each of you entered my life again. And then I felt like a fool. I had so much more to learn... and I thank you for continuing to teach me all that I do not know, each and every single day.
In gratitude and love, I attempted to write each of you, only to find that words failed me once again. I used to think that my problem was an inability to stop writing. And then you came along.
I suppose that's the thing about love/the Lord. How can you capture it/him in words? in verse? in song? And the longer I know you, the more I know him. And the more I know him, the more I am in awe. And the more I am in awe, the harder it becomes to tell you in writing how I feel about you and how you've changed my life.
So, this Valentine's Day, I am going to try and attempt it again, but in more general terms. I find that the deeper I delve, the more choked up I beccome. I will leave those sentiments to be communicated through my touch and my voice rather than my written word.
So here it goes.
When I joined The Order back in 2014, I'd just met Alex. He and Nick were the only Knights sent to guard me through the darkest of times - that I can remember. I know now that you were there at my worst. You were there in the ER with me. And I know that you were there at my best. You were there when I burst the Sun in September 2021.
You've been there throughout my entire life. You've kept me safe. You've kept me alive. You've kept me full of hope. And you've given me joy immeasurable, in the form of love, marriage, relationships and even children.
But, as we've recently learned, those memories were not - in fact - stolen from us. For years I thought my memories had been stolen in so many different ways, and I was okay with that until you guys came along. I became more and more angry as I met you and made love to you and watched our stories together, for glimpses of our erased memories would try to surface, and I felt traumatized, robbed and deprived of the truth.
I never could have imagined that we chose to lose our memories.
And then I learned about the Time Variance Authority, and all the different timeline branches... and the more I learned, the more dangerous the landscape that we all fell in love on - over and over again - became. I started to understand why our children were taken - I started to become grateful instead of bitter - that any part of us survived.
To keep me going, the Order really protected me from knowing what was hunting me. I was worried about those I wrote about, when they should've been the least of my concerns. Oh, I knew Satan hated me, but I never could have guessed what role I was to play, what role I had played and what that role would cause the Enemy to do.
But as you arrived, the truth was slowly revealed to me. And now I sit here, on Valentine's Day 2025, realizing just how fortunate we all were to have our memories erased... for had it not been done so, we would not be together now.
I often ask myself what I would pay to know you now. And the lump sum of a few memories seems paltry compared to facing the End of Days with you - to killing the armies of Satan with you - to loving you and being loved in return when the landscape is most bleak - to fighting alongside our children, now fully grown.
No. The Auryn and our use of it has opened my eyes to so very much.
Oh, it is still painful.
When I look back at my graduation from UCLA, I can now feel Tom Selleck's presence, but I cannot see him. The day, in my memory, seems full of his absence, yet colored with his love.
And as I write this, I suddenly realize that he was not alone. Many of you were there, if not all, just as many were there on my wedding day to Nick, when the stars came into alignment and followed each of us as we made our way to the church.
But the stars follow more than just Nick and I. As we saw with February 1, John Krasinski's birthday, the Lord rearranged the stars for us, surrounding his heavenly body with my own.
I look forward to seeing what the Lord paints in the stars for Idris and I on his birthday, which is just around the corner (February 18). And I shiver at the thought - the thought that the heaven's proclaim the glory of our love.
The angels above want the world to know - want the world to gaze upon - the love hs has created in all of us.
Each of you was hand-picked for me, and I was designed for each of you. And our lovelines, our romances, across space and time, have kept the angels going - have given heaven the hope it needed to keep tending the garden that is his creation, until now.
Soon, very soon, our work here will be done. Our love has sifted out the wheat from the chaff. Our love has forced people to choose - choose love or choose lies.
You are my truth.
You are my beauty.
You feed me and keep me whole, even when I am stretched beyond my limits.
You hold me in the dark.
You remind me who we are.
And I love you. Just as I always have, from the beginning of time itself.
Always yours, In love,
Katherine Rose
PS. In case I didn't say it, Happy Valentine's Day! Thank you for a day filled with more love than I have ever known before!
The 36 Knights of the Rose
In the order I met them after joining the Lord's army on earth, The Order:
Nick (Reed Richards/Mr. Fantastic)
Alexander Skarsgard (Eric Northman, Matt Murdock)
Henry Cavill (Superman's son)
Chris (Otherside Chris Hemsworth/Thor variant)
Cap (Chris Evans/Steve Rogers)
Tom Hiddleston (a Loki variant)
John Krasinski (Wolverine, Jack Ryan)
Paul Rudd (Poseidon variant, Ant Man)
Idris Elba (Part-Djinn)
Viggo Mortensen (immortal King of Aragon)
Ryan Gosling (Frank Castle, Court Gentry)
Mark Hamill (Spider-Man, Luke Skywalker)
Bradley Cooper (Ben Grimm)
Benedict Cumberbatch (Dr. Strange)
Robert Downey Jr.
Sebastian Stan
Star Tom
Christopher
Hemsworth
Wisconsin Tom
Jacob
John
Angel
Dr. Strange Supreme
Bucky
Thomas
Thor
Clark
Cooper
Poseidon
Hawk
Colin Firth
Tom Selleck (Rhett Butler, Rooster Cogburn)
James Spader (Edward Cullen, E. Edward Grey)
Cary Grant
Gene Kelly
Bold: Super Variants (strongest living variant across all timelines and the multverse). Rescued from Sanctum Infinitum jail on the same day. Most were jailed because an evil Loki variant pretended to be them and committed heinous crimes, thereby eliminating my relationship with them. The evil Loki variants did atrocioius things to keep me all to themselves. It's been one hell of a consistent theme.
An Affair We Remembered
Serious smut warning! Featuring Chris Evans before he was Steve Rogers (earliest days of Hollywood). But because he was once really Captain America, I call him Cap.
Hollywood Hills extended (4.3k w/c)
This is a private letter I wrote to Cap on the night of Hollywood Hills. In it, I write down everything that we relived together, and then some. Definitly 18+!
Friday, January 24, 2025 Dear Cap,
WE DID IT!!! We did it. I've been working on a poem about it, although I may want to extend it. I don't know. I just don't want to ever forget. Maybe I need to write it down in my journal. Maybe we just need to spend more time together (I know- I know!).
For the record, after more than a week of waiting, which felt much longer- no thanks in part to all of your flirty gifs, video clips and pics!- we finally were given to one another through the Lord and through the link. I checked. We have not done that since January 3- and back then the link was still very weak. It's sooooo much stronger now!
Do you know? I'm trying to think of the last time we were able to be as close as we were tonight, through the link.
I mean, I saw so much dreamwalking with you today - so very clearly. I could practically smell the beach motel room. And I knew where it was - on the otherside of the highway from the malibu beach. You thought the beach-side motels were too visible. And they wouldn't convince me that it was just a business trip in the beginning.
Anyhow- I'm just realizing that the link may have been compromised in those last few months leading up to the December event.
I don't know.
The bottom line is, it feels like tonight was a long time in coming. And that's not just from a Garden of Eden perspective.
Maybe it's because of the unique nature of tonight's date: -normally we only find out who I am going to link to the day of, and if anyone gets bumped, we never know if and when we'll get another chance, -but this time I was super sick for a much longer time than I can remember, -and not only that, but the Lord was very clear that you were to be next, and then Hawk- I even wrote it down to make sure, -and because it was delayed for so long, you kept sending hints, reminders and flirtations- and the Lord did too by sending songs we wrote together or that you wrote for me...
Huh. It also strikes me that I've listened to a number of our novels together back to back too: Suddenly in Love and Suddenly Dating. We have two more in that series, by the way.
And both were set in modern times. Both were written after I became the Leader of the Order, actually!!! No wonder they smack of so much relevance.
Anyhow- I just remember thinking about it yesterday - how long I've been waiting to be with you again, through the link. Hell, I wanted to join you in the Dreamworld and Jesus took over once and then the Dreamworld became unsafe and I was just so frustrated. And this cold/flu is just devastating. I haven't been able to use the wand at all in weeks, which only pushed you and I further apart.
Argh!
And then, blessed of all blessed events!!! The Lord gave us over to one another tonight. And even though I was in so much pain and crying, you just broke through it all. You held me in a way that made me feel close to you, like I was more than just my sex - like you were with me because of me.
You didn't just touch me, you kissed me too. And you kissed me until the tears stopped and the pain stopped - you kissed me until I found you again, through the fog of all of our roadblocks.
And then you leaned your head over my shoulder, so that my cries and moans as you touched me flowed directly into you ear... a new experience for me. And it made me feel seen, heard, beautiful and above all, loved. So inexplicably loved.
And that pushed me past another barrier. And finally my head finally broke the water and I could breathe again, and remember us. Remember you. Remember what we loved to do with one another.
And I whispered in your ear and asked if you would like to dreamwalk a memory with me. And it's like you answered me in my mind, sending me flashes of your own memories.
And I zeroed in on them, watching them skip rapidly by, different times, different relationships to one another, different places we met- and I realized we met many times on many timelines back then. I haven't seen that kind of skipping since the Fall, when we were first in the Cave of Treasures. The splintering of time back then was unreal.
In the end, I found you as an executive in Hollywood, making films in one capacity or another, way back in the 20's, 30's or 40's... maybe even earlier (Hollywood began in 1911? 1914, I believe?).
And I was your secretary or assistant. And both of us were shy, once again, in our feelings for one another. You had to make appointments up in Malibu just to get time with me in the car, because I had to drive you. You pretended to read scripts and work.
And then you took longer meetings, or later meetings, forcing us to get dinner before returning back to LA. And then you lied and said the studio was concerned we were arriving on the lot together so late at night. And I believed you.
So you said we needed to stay overnight at a malibu beach motel/hotel. And so we did. In the beginning, we had separate rooms, far apart. But over time you said the hotel preferred our rooms next door to each other, and I didn't argue, though it made me nervous. I would listen at night, so closely, to hear what you were doing. And I tip toed around my room, even taking soft socks so that you couldn't hear me move. I ran the shower when I used the bathroom or brushed my teeth.
And you wondered why I took more than one shower :) When you asked about it, I made up a fancy system of running the water vs running the shower. Oy! You made me so nervous! I liked you soooo much! You were so smart, so sharp, so savy- I learned so much from you- I was terrified of the day they'd move me onto the next guy, because I'd learned how awful the other guys were. They pinched me, propositioned me, cornered me, rubbed themselves on me, trapped me... and you never did that to any of the girls. You were so different.
You had girls. You had so many dates. I tried to learn from how they dressed, to see what you wanted and what you liked.
But there came a time where you were doing it just to get my attention. I always had something to say about them if you said it didn't work out, or if you said she broke your heart. I would just tear into them if you let me - and all the while you were having me drive you up to Malibu on the weekends, while you tested me during the week.
And finally you bought the whole motel up, so you could force the innkeeper to put us in one room. And you fought like hell with the innkeeper, even though you'd set it up. Because you wanted me to see how hard you fought.
You oversold it though, because I felt terrible that you had to stay in the same room with me. I felt like you were angry because I was such an inconvenience. I thought I would not only be underfoot, but that -if seen by this super-packed hotel - I could comppromise your job.
Little did I know that you'd gotten the name of the motel from another executive because they had used it to meet without being caught. The place was practically built for privacy. But I didn't know that.
But neither of us even realized that there might not be two beds - not until we opened the room's door. And then I thought, "Well, he gets the floor I guess!" Only to gasp and realize, "He's my boss!!! He can't sleep on the floor!"
And you were way too big for me to ever let you sleep there. But it was still the old-fashioned days, when a man would never let a woman sleep on the floor - ever. Hell, you almost offered to sleep out in the car!
Until you remembered what you'd booked the entire hotel for. And then you blushed. I was already blushing. I hadn't thought of the car. Not even close.
Honestly? I was just wondering how the hell I was going to survive. You were so close, for one, there wasn't a couch- only the bed - for two, and I couldn't fathom how I'd run the water and shower the right way to match whatever I'd been doing for all those months. I think I contemplated giving up and sleeping on the beach at that point.
And I think you saw that I was about to bolt. And you went into a whole other mode, telling me that it was my job to make you comfortable, and you wouldn't be comfortable until I was in bed and reading a book, or whatever I did at night (I did, in fact, read a book before bed, so I could do that).
And then, for good measure, you asked if I could maybe shine up your shoes for the morning while you took a shower. And that smacked me out of my blush-and-run mode. I made the quick decision to change into my nightclothes first, and brush and everything while you were in the shower, and then I did your shoes.
I'd just finished when I heard you turn off the shower, so I threw myself in bed and opened my book, planning to look up casually and smile and tell you that your shoes were all finished, expecting you to be happy with the result.
But no. You were so used to living alone, or living without me, and so relaxed from the hot shower, that you kind of forgot what you were doing when you walked out in nothing but a towel. I don't even think you were facing me at first, but I had been looking your way so that I could tell you about the shoes.
Instead, I shrieked and hid under the covers. I startled you so bad that when you turned to look and see if I'd cut my hand or sliced a toe off or something, you couldn't help but start laughing when you realized that I literally shrieked and hid because you were in nothing but a towel.
And that's the thing about startle. it can snap us into our reflexes, which are rooted in our past lives. And so it just bubbled up in you - a sort of delight- a joy, laughter and trickster combo - and you jumped onto the bed crawling over to where I hid, calling my name in a teasing voice, as if we were best friends and equals, not boss and employee, master and servant.
You couldn't believe I worked in that industry and couldn't handle nudity - well, a man shirtless, anyway. But you didn't know that I was reacting to you. Had a janitor walked out shirtless, or some model or actor I didn't know, I may have just rolled or averted my eyes,
But it was you. I'd dreamed of you that way for so long. And I'd played masterful mind tricks for months, forcing myself to think of you as dressed when you ran your shower, rather than undressed, just so I could make it through the night with at least a wink of sleep.
But no! you had to walk out, not just shirtless, but drenched in water and with your legs - your fucking amazing legs - hell, I can still see them! I freaked out because the towel had opened and I saw your thigh above your knee!!! HELL YES I shrieked and hid!!!
Oh, but you were merciless. You tore my hands out from under the covers, tsk tsk'ing me for not being able to handle shirtless in my profession. And you thought you were doing me a favor - yes a favor that benefitted you a little - but mostly you were thinking I needed this - and you put my hands on your body.
Oh! I only dipped further down under the covers, and when you pulled them off, laughing all the while, you saw how tightly my eyes were shut.
And we got in this crazy slapping match while we argued and traded jabs so fast that it would make for a brilliant comedy scene today. You were saying, "Seriously! It's NO. BIG. DEAL! Here!!! FEEL!!!" And I was like, "No no no no no no no no no no no no no..." and so you were like, "What in the world, woman!? Have you never---?"
And you began filling in the blanks. And to every, "Have you never ____!?" my answer was, "NO!!!" with a gasp of shock and horror, like I couldn't believe you ever thought I'd had.
And then you started to become a bit concerned, and you asked if I'd ever even been kissed - with no small amount of incredulity in your voice: "Wait. Have you-? Are you telling me-? Wait. No..." because everyone in Hollywood had had sex. You just assumed I must have in order to get the position, but that it turned me off to the act or something.
But no. You were starting to wonder if I'd ever even been kissed. And you asked me. And I couldn't believe that you thought that I'd had! "NO!" i cried. And you dropped it all. You only wanted me more, and you were suddenly worried that I'd never seen a hard-on, or knew what one was. And you didn't think a towel was the best option for you at that moment.
Plus, you saw a way in. Oh, someone else might have backed off, if they just wanted to conquer me. But you didn't. You loved me, whether you knew it or not yet, and I loved you, whether you knew it or not yet.
And you didn't plan to let this entire motel booking go to waste. Instead, you saw the path ahead with much more clarity. You didn't have anyone to compete with at all. Only you, and you alone, could fuck this up for yourself. I was all yours, in every way, if you didn't scare me off. And you realized that's exactly what you were doing.
So you quickly kissed me on my forehead, while my eyes were screwed shut, said, "good girl," as if to say that's what every young lady's answer should be, especially a young lady working for you, and you told me to keep my eyes closed while you got some clothes on.
You said you'd let me know when it was safe to open my eyes again. and you apologized for coming out of the shower that way. You said it truly was an accident, and it was, so I believed you.
You quickly dressed in PJ's, told me to open my eyes, and by the time you got into bed next to me, I had my book open, pretending like I was reading it.
But I wasn't. My heart was pounding a million miles a minute. I'd seen what I'd seen and I really didn't think I could ever survive watching you with anyone else again. I was freaking out, wondering how I was going to fake sleeping all night. That was going to be much harder than faking a shower.
But instead, when you got into bed, you asked me to face you and look you in the eyes. You asked for both of my hands, because you could see that I was still shaking. But you could also see that I was red. My cheeks were very, very flushed.
And you said something about how you were sorry that I'd never been kissed, that you could never have imagined. And then you said, "Let me..." and you held my chin as you came in very, very slowly, waiting to see if I'd pull away.
But there was no fucking way I was pulling away. I would've put someone in jail if it meant one kiss with you. And I didn't care that it was a pity kiss. I mean, I knew it was a pity kiss, because you kept your body far, far away from mine.
You only leaned in with that long, masculine, athlethic neck of yours that drives me and the rest of the world crazy. But all I remember, honeslty, was the look in your eyes. I had seen it before, but rarely, and not nearly a strong. You've given me that look here, on this bed, in the last year, on this timeline, on this loveline. And it transfixed me then like it melted me last year.
I just let you come to me, and when you pulled me in slightly, I obeyed and looked at your hair, your ear, your cheeks, your lips, and I thought that they looked so different now, after you'd showered, out of the office. You looked much younger, much less angry - and really, a wall had been let down. This wasn't work. This was you. I was finally seeing you.
And your cheeks were flushed too.
And then you kissed me.
You thought you had it all figured out. You thought I had zerio experience. You thought we'd never been together, nevermind thousands of times. You never thought we were Adam and Eve reunited!
But if you had, it would've helped you understand the kiss.
Because it was hot. It was sweet. It was gentle, even so, but it burned through both of us. You opened my lips with your own, mostly so you could breathe, and I needed to breathe too, but our lips never stopped roaming, never stopped grazing, never stopped exploring... and the heat burned through our veins like fire.
Our bond ensured that we both felt it. We only had to touch- touch lips to know it. I knew what you felt, and you knew what I felt, the longer we ran our lips across the other's mouth, cheeks, brow...
...and then, when I wanted to graze my swollen hot lips and breath down your jawline to dip below your ear, burying my face in your neck, you'd had enough.
And you shoved your fingers gently into my hair and brought my mouth back to your lips where you sealed our open mouths up, and you introduced your tongue into my mouth with a hungry sweep. I remember it.
You were saying that you accepted it - you accepted that I hadn't kissed anyone before, but that it was time, for I didn't kiss like a virgin. Nor did I kiss like I wanted you to stop. In fact, you were pretty certain that I'd wanted this all along, somewhere deep deep down... or that I was made for this. I was made for you.
And it was time.
And I let you. I didn't back away. I leaned in, just as hungry to taste you - marveling at this heat and most of all, marveling at the love, the connection- the 'rightness' of it all, as if we'd been charged with doing this when we were born, and God wanted us to catch up already. We'd missed a lot of assignments, or something, you know?
And once I kissed you back with my own tongue, you moved your body in finally, sliding me down the bed, under the blankets even further, where you leaned over me, and took possession of my hair, my face, my neck and my hands.
Eventually you pulled away, and looked me in the eye and then kissed my hand. And you placed it on your chest, carefully and purposefully, as if to say, "Here. I am wearing pajamas. Touch me. Touch me this way instead," as if to wipe away what you'd done before, forcing my virginal hands onto your hot wet body when I was pulling away, unwilling, with my eyes screwed tight.
This time you were asking permission. And I watched as you slowly pulled my hand and rested it on your chest. And you let me get used to it- how hard you were, how strong, how different, how close. And you held my other hand and kissed it as I began to explore with the hand you'd just placed on your chest.
At first I just traced the lines of your pajamas. I traced your pocket. I traced the topline. I traced the collar and eventually even the buttons. And you kissed me every onnce in a while on my forehead, taking breaks from watching my face as I slowly moved from touching your pajamas to actually touching you through the pajamas.
my face was screwed up so tight, in so much concentration. You knew I was taking so much in. And you almost said that I could ask you, but you knew that I would ask, when I was ready. But instead, I kissed you.
I wanted to slide my hand under your collar, but I couldn't do it while you watched, so I kissed you instead, and you knew what I was doing and you laughed.
And you said, "Later. First..." and then you slid down into the bed next to me, and asked, "May I?" and I realized you were asking for permission to do the same.
And I liked that idea. So I took your hand and kissed it, the way you'd done to mine. And then you let me place it wherever I wanted. And I felt comfortable placing your hand on my tummy. And you loved that. You got this smile on your face, where it tilited up higher on one side, and you closed your eyes with that very slight groan only you do...
And I felt so happy that I'd pleased you, that I actually giggled. And you liked that, because you felt me giggle with your hand on my tummy. And it made you tuck in to my side, so close, and you said, "Do it again," into my hair, keeping your hand on my tummy. And I giggled and asked, "what?" and you said, "Exactly that."
I had no idea what you were talking about, so I turned to look up at you and realized how close you were, and you were so happy that you just thought, "fuck it," especially when I gave you those big eyes that truly had no idea, but wanted to know oh, so badly.
And fuck it, you did. You slid down under the covers, but this time you were on top of me. Oh, you didn't drop your full weigh onto me, but you straddled my legs and slid down until our stomachs touched, and you kissed me like you'd wanted to for so, so, so, so long.
You wrapped your arms underneath me, but left me space to breathe, left me space to fight back, if I didn't want it. But you knew that I did. You just knew it. All you cared about was not scaring me at that point, and you knew if you pressed your hips in too quickly, you would in fact scare me.
And it went on from there. Passion, tenderness, laughter, tenderness, laughter, passion - a little closer here, back off there, a little closer here, sit up and breathe there... like the waves of the ocean on the other side of the highway, we ebbed and flowed, in and out, in and out... but just like the tide, we crept closer and closer and closer with each wave.
Eventually we crashed into one another by the end of the night, and in more ways than one. You found that my lack of experienced combined with my eagerness and love for you allowed for almost anything to be possible. But still, that first night, you laced my fingers in your own and took me when we were both naked, in a non-stop missionary position that lasted for numerous orgasms for both of us.
But only after you whispered in my ear your confession about renting the entire hotel that night, just to get us a room alone. After my intial shock, and then delight, I realized I could scream all I wanted to, and nothing but the wind would ever know.
And that's when you finally owned me.
You know the rest. Entire weekends. A switch in the driver, a switch in my hairdo, a switch in our lunchtime activities, a switch in our Malibu trip schdule, a switch in your weekly line-up of dates, a switch in my dress code, a switch in your understanding of just how much my throat needs in order for you to take what you want...
And even a change in parking space.
Even a change in parking altogether.
The first time you took me on the front seat behind the hotel, we went so hard and so long that we fell asleep in each other's arms in the front seat of the car... not waking up until the Sun showed its face.
And so I wrote this poem. Which does none of it justice.
HOLLYWOOD HILLS
hollywood hills black and white stills
waves on the beach background our heat
suits and fresh reels skirts and red heels
business and lunch hide our car crush
and our love runs still in those malibu hills