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somehow-a-human · 1 month

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Whose POV is it anyway?

An Introduction

DO NOT ASK NEIL ABOUT FAN THEORY

Cracking down on the storytelling of Good Omens season 2 through the lens of a changing narrator.

If you haven't read this interview with Good Omens cinematographer Gavin Finney, and you're interested in the fantastic dedication and detail that went into this TV show, definitely give it a read. Not only is it lovely, but Neil also posted the article with a caption mentioning that it's got so many secrets in it. Obviously that made me take a closer look.

I have already gone into a fair bit of detail about the different Lens Filters that Finney mentions in the article in a separate post and I will be referring to them quite a bit so if you aren't familiar with them I would suggest reading that first!

This first post is going to cover the basics of changing narrator/POV's and I'll be writing additional posts for separate episodes/minisodes/scenes since there's obviously way too much to cover in a single go. So shall we take our first look?

It's no secret that something's a *bit weird* with season two, and there are SO many theories about it. I love to read speculation, metas, theories, and opinions, it's definitely fun but my personal ideas align more with the idea that we're simply being shown the events of season 2 through the memories of multiple narrators, different POV's, and it slightly skews the story, sometimes within one continuous scene.

I am also a sucker for a good multiple timeline theory but that isn't this post.

Lens Filters

As I stated above, I wrote a post about each of these individual filters earlier. What I didn't go into in that post was speculation about the filters. While I think they're pretty straightforward, especially the filter for hell (Black Pro-Mist ((BPM)), I think the other two have a bit more room for speculation.

Bronze Glimmer Glass

BGG was described by Finney as being used for 'bookshop scenes', but after S2 back numerous times and paying as much attention as I could to the lighting and colouring of the scenes, I think this is generally true but not always true. There are times when bookshop scenes seem to use a different filter, and other locations also seem to be shot with the BGG filter as well. I think BGG aligns with Aziraphale's POV. Or if Not Aziraphale, an outside-of-Crowley narrator? Based on the scenes (which we'll specifically get into in other posts) which BGG seems to be used, context clues, character behavior, etc, I think BGG clues us in that we're seeing, if you will, through Aziraphale's eyes.

Black Diffusion FX

BDFX was described as being used for 'Crowley's present day storyline' and fuck me, that's not ominous or weirdly phrased at all Mr. Finney! This filter definitely aligns with Crowley. Most of the time he's separate from Aziraphale it seems that this is the filter being used, and certain scenes switch filters mid-scene when he begins to go off on snarky Crowley-centric commentary.

Catch-22 & Herzog

The books on Gabriels bookshelf, great books obviously, but I think books that are also meant to give us context about the story. Pride and Prejudice is a love story about making snap judgements on someone's character, and coming to recognize somebody might be good despite their title or appearance. The Crow Road is a story about life, death, love, morality, mystery, and God. 1984 details the tragedy of Julia and Winston's attempt at falling in love while living under in a police state. You see my point?

That's why I wanted to touch a bit more on Catch-22 and Herzog specifically when talking about the possibility of changing narrators/POV's in Good Omens 2.

Catch-22 frequently switches narrator and the events described are often not necessarily sequential. This way you're getting information about previous scenes as the story continues, so while you're reading the book you're forming a more complete image of the events as the story continues from different characters POV's and iterations of the story. Sound relevant?

Herzog is the other book I wanted to talk about. To be fair I haven't read Herzog in full like I have Catch-22 but I pulled out my copy to reference and flip through a bit to remind myself. Herzog unlike Catch-22 doesn't switch narrators but the narration by the main character, Herzog himself, switches between first and third person throughout. When he is narrating through his letters, you get a deeper look at his thought processes and emotions. It also relies on flashbacks to bring context to the life of Herzog.

While these books touch on other elements that are relevant to the Good Omens story, namely Yossarian's relationship and views of God in Catch-22, the way these stories are told intrigued me for this context.

Crowley's Hair

Yeah I'm gonna mention the hair, because I think the hair is linked. Crowley's shorter sideburns, trimmed mutton chops in the 1827 flashback, and shorter Job wig seem to be clearly aligned with the BDFX filter/Crowley's POV as far as I can tell. I don't know if this means it's just another way to denote POV, but it seems way too consistent not to mention it. The longer sideburns, fuller mutton chops, and longer Job wig all match up with Aziraphale's POV or the BGG filter. My thoughts here are that his hair is another hint of who may be relaying the information to us, AKA is it internal or external. I am making my best guesses though and there are still some situations that I feel less sure about. For example, when Aziraphale takes the Bentley to Edinburgh and Crowley is in the Bookshop with Jim his sideburns are long, is it because he's remembering these scenes unreliably? Is Aziraphale imagining the events? Is it because Jim is present? A brief fluttering thought I toy with from time to time is the fact that in the before-the-beginning scene they are long, and what that means in context of the rest of the season.

S2 Promo Posters

Finally this set of season 2 promo posters showing the characters thoughtfully considering scenes in their heads just gives me a lot of these POV vibes.

I'm planning on doing individual posts for specific scenes, episodes, and minisodes that require detailed breakdowns. I'll update this list with links as the posts are finished!

POV "Your 'Something's Wrong' Voice"

POV a Trip to Hell and a 25 Lazarii Miracle

POV a Companion to Owls

POV The Dirty Donkey & I think I Found a *Clue*!

POV Bodysnatchers & Cosplaying a bookseller

POV 1941

POV The Ball

POV The End?

Whose POV is it Anyway - a Conclusion

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149panda149 · 6 months

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TGCF: My theory on the inspiration behind the 4 calamities

In some of the oldest Chinese myths and legends, there are 4 guardian gods of the four cardinal directions - the green dragon, white tiger, crimson bird, and black tortoise, and each have a colour, season and element associated with them. I'm not sure if anyone has made this connection before, but I'm writing it down if anyone is interested. There are spoilers about the calamities' identity.

First, the 青龙（qing long, green dragon) --> Qi Rong, Night-touring Green lantern.

The qinglong's territory is the East, and its colour is qing, which means green, or turqoise. Its element is wood, and its season is spring. Closely associated with royalty and the imperial family.

Now, for the similarities with our favourite green goblin. "qing" is literally the colour in Qi Rong's title, and his colour scheme. Qi Rong has a habit of hanging corpses from trees, which may be his relation to the element "wood". He does not have any obvious coleration with the season "spring"- perhaps he was born in spring. He is royalty, part of the imperial family as cousin to the crown prince.

Second, the 白虎（bai hu, white tiger)--> Bai Wuxiang, White Clothed Disaster upon the Earth.

The baihu's territory is the West, its colour is white, element is gold/metal, and its season is summer. It is the king of all beasts, associated with disease and war, often used as a guardian symbol by soldiers.

On the other hand, Jun Wu's title, alias and colour scheme are all white, and has plenty of weapons that may be his link to the element of "gold/metal". I don't think he has anything to do with summer, but feel free to correct me if I'm wrong. He is king of the gods, a god of war, and the one to spread the human face disease.

As east and west are considered a pair, the guardian spirits are meant to reflect each other. In Chinese poems and such, symmetry is important, and both Qi Rong and Jun Wu were princes, one becoming revered by the highest of gods, covered with masks and false identities, one becoming the object of disgust by the lowest of ghosts, using his real name and face. There is a certain poetic symmetry to it, don't you think?

To the second pair. The 朱雀 (zhu que, crimson bird)----> Hua Cheng, Crimson Rain Sought Flower

The zhuque rules over the south, its colour is red, element is fire, and its season is summer. It is the king of all birds, more powerful than even the phoenix, immortal and undying. As such, in many places it is also considered a symbol of life.

Now, to the most popular ghost king: Hua Cheng. The english translation of his title is "crimson", and his colour scheme is indubitably red and autumn-y shades. He also re-re-met Xie Lian in autumn ( I think - I mean, the leaves were all red in the donghua??), and has died again and again to return like the zhuque. He is the king of all ghosts, with a great determination to live(sorta? are ghosts alive??) for his love.

Lastly, my personal favourite, the 玄武 (xuan wu, black tortoise)---->He Xuan, Black Water Sinking Ships

The xuanwu, also called a tortoise, is actually the only spirit to be a combination of 2 animals, a snake and a tortoise. It rules over the north. Its colour is black( sometimes depicted as dark blue), element is water, and its season is winter. In earlier legends, he is considered a guide and guardian to the netherworld, of death and of long life.

Thus, to our poor indebted water ghost. He Xuan's name is "xuan", the same! goddamn! character! as the spirit! His title and colour scheme are all to do with the colour black, and he is a water ghost because he died because of the Water Master. He has been marked by death, yet survived and vowed revenge. This, and the fact that his house is called the Nether Water Manor, is probably his relation to the netherworld of the xuanwu.

To the pair of south and north. Both Hua Cheng and He Xuan have suffered and suffered again, yet Hua Cheng chooses to linger on due to hope and love, and He Xuan due to revenge and hatred. But hatred and love are two sides of the same coin. If Hua Cheng hadn't experienced the hatred from his childhood, he wouldn't have thrown himself from the city wall and met Xie Lian. If He Xuan hadn't loved his family, so much, he wouldn't have broken that hard after their deaths to lose himself to hatred and empty vengence.

Aaaaaand that concludes this essay. Keep in mind that this is a theory, and probably even isn't true, but if anybody wants a more detailed description of the guardian spirits, or to know more about the similarities between the mythical creatures of ancient china and tgcf, I will be more than happy to make a part 2.

Thanks for reading!!

#he xuan #tgcf #bai wuxiang #hua cheng #qi rong #four great calamities #heaven official's blessing #tian guan ci fu #black water submerging boats #black water sinking ships #night-touring green lantern #crimson rain sought flower #white-clothed calamity #shan hai jing #meta #tgcf meta

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avidlylivid · 11 months

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everyone meet Lee Nova she has been spinning in my head at rapid speeds for like a week now

i love space and she does too, so i based the layout (loosely) on an official space heroes comic cover i saved a while a ago (under the cut)

i made this to be entered in @ultimatebabygirlsupremebattle 's competition for transfem leo(s)

(space heroes cover + short rant)

look at this and tell me it doesnt go hard. this is supposed to be for a knockoff series why did the creators put their budget into this masterpiece i am so upset there aren't more high quality covers available

ight so when drawing nova, i realised

despite watching 2012 tmnt from day 1 i never drew ANY of them

it is hard to pick names i completely forgot how difficult it is, i've been vibing with the same name for 4 years, sorry to everyone figuring out theirs

on the topic of names i was going to have her be 'Lenova' but it is apparently an obscure name and sounds too close to the 'lenovo' tech brand

backgrounds are hard

i need to practice colour theory oh god this is a mess

i hate drawing the knee/elbow pads i hate drawing them

character design hard :/

uh last few things if i draw any propaganda for her in the competition there is a very real chance her design will change slightly due to the fact i have never drawn the 2012 hamato siblings + her design currently feels a little too minimal. i personally don't think she'd change much about her appearance but she'd do a little more than this

also big thanks to my friends listening to me rant about her and sending a ton of progress screenshots, love you guys /p

#tmnt 2012 #2012 tmnt #leo 2012 #2012 leo #transfem leo #lee nova #bright colors #viv.png #viv.zip

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allyeardepression · 1 month

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@jegulus-microfic | march 17 body | words: 687

hiii i’m hangover and on a train again so there’s probably like a million mistakes but i kinda like it so enjoy:3

tw: mentions of sex (if there’s anything else feel free to point it out)

Regulus’ bus was late, which meant he would also be late. At least the professor in his drawing class was understanding in such cases.

When he finally got to the university, Regulus sprinted up the stairs to the second floor, where the class took place, his giant drawing folder banging against his legs, almost knocking him over. He burst into the classroom, breathing heavily and babbling apologies.

As the professor said, ‘No problem, Mr. Black’ sincerely, Regulus went to his easel, laid out all his equipment, and looked up to see today’s model.

Oh shit.

Oh fuck.

Before him stood the personification of the sun, or maybe some kind of god, watching over the huge star. The guy had the prettiest honey-coloured skin, golden glasses, that made his Bambi eyes bigger, sat on a perfectly straight nose and below it were lips. Oh, those lips. They looked so soft, so kissable, Regulus felt the need to test that theory.

His body must have been created by Michelangelo with his beautifully sculpted abs, chest, thighs (oh, those thighs), and most importantly, the V line leading to the large cock that Regulus suddenly needed to feel inside him.

The thought made his cheeks and neck feel a little hotter, but not as hot as when the guy turned his head slightly, looking straight into Regulus's eyes. The corners of his mouth turned up in a soft smile, and Regulus swears to god that the man winked at him.

“No moving,” came the professor’s voice, bursting the little bubble between Regulus and the model. He turned his head back to its previous place, mumbling apologies. His smile stayed on the pretty face for the rest of the class.

***

“Alright, that’s it for today; see you on Friday,” the professor said, dismissing his students. Regulus’ drawing wasn’t finished due to his tardiness and the distraction in the middle of the room.

He packed all his things, putting them in the folder. Regulus could see Pandora waiting for him next to the door, smiling that knowing smile of hers. He frowned in question and got a nod towards the exit in response.

As they walked out, Regulus understood the silent conversation they just had. Right there, propped on the opposite wall, stood the model, now dressed. Even in his low-waisted baggy trousers and tight cropped t-shirt, he looked like a god. When he spotted Regulus, his lips turned into a wide grin. Oh, for fuck’s sake, even his smiles were perfect.

The guy approached him after Pandora whispered to him that she would be waiting for him in the smoking room, leaving with a wink. He stopped three steps from Regulus, still smiling and extending his hand.

“Hi, I’m James." Reg shook his hand, saying a quiet ’Regulus’ in answer. “Oh, like the star, right?” Regulus died at that. This man wasn’t real; he couldn’t be real.

He just nodded with a slack jaw, and James chuckled (skskskskwhatthefuckthatwassocute). Regulus couldn't say a word, so they stood in the corridor staring at each other until the other guy cleared his throat and pointed at the folder on Reg’s shoulder. “Can I see your drawing?”

“Um-“ he looked down and thought about it for a second. “Well, it’s not finished, so...”

“Do you want to finish it? I live, like, two blocks from here,” James said. In the next second, he must’ve realised what he said, because he started a little panicked. “Wait, that came out wrong. I’m sorry. I meant that-“

“I would love to, actually,” Reg cut in. “If you don’t mind, of course.” James’ face lit up. He took Regulus’ folder and led him down the stairs.

On their way to the flat, they made small talk, telling each other about themselves.

As they got into the apartment, James started undressing immediately, while Regulus was setting up everything he needed.

During the whole process, they continued talking, laughing at the absurdity of the situation.

When Regulus was done and James approved the drawing, the other man stayed naked. Not long later, Regulus was undressed, too, and well, his need was fulfilled.

#jegulus #starchaser #dead gay wizards #james potter #james x regulus #regulus black #jegulus microfic #marauders #the marauders #artis regulus #model james #university

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witchthewriter · 1 month

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𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧; 𝑆𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑇𝑤𝑜

I’m so overwhelmed by the House of the Dragon trailer and the photos and the theories and the new hair and the DRAGONS and UGH.

THE NEW DRAGONS!

Sunfyre!

Looking very similar to Syrax tbh ... I cannoot wait to see him in the sun. He's supposed to be so PRETTY.

Moondancer!

The mount of Baela Targaryen - bbys grown up! She looks a bit reptillian like in the face and we haven't really seen that in the other dragon designs and I'm here for it!

I'm not 100% sure but I think this is ...

Dreamfyre!

The mount of Helaena (and other Targaryens, Dreamfyre is very quite old). I hope she's more blue in the sunlight - oor maybe this is Vermithor??? What do you guys think?

THE NEW LOOKS!

Rhaenyra wearing her hair up seems to be the new look now. Out of her face, ready for battle, ready to take her rightful place.

Alicent doesn't seem to be wearing her more ... modest clothing. The last time we saw her, she was dressed with a large pendant of the Seven Point star (faith of the seven). To me, it feels like she's unravelling. Her faith seemed put on, and now her focus is entirely somewhere else.

Daemon back with the long hair; personally my favourite. Anyway, anyway, the trailer hinted at the battle between Aemond & Daemon... I have no idea how this is going to play out but I trust the creators.

THE NEW CHARACTERS!

(ew aegon)

These must be new members of his small council?

Jace going to the Starks for aid. Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. I can't wait to see these interactions.

I really don't like this relationship. Mostly becaise I don't like Criston Cole. But I do think Criston has moved into a bit of a stepdad-like position for Alicent's children. Well, at least Aemond and Aegon. It's also insinuated that Alicent and Cole have a sexual relationship.

And look at my poor lovely Helaena, we know what's going to happen... I hope her story changes in some way. She deserves justice, and to have more screentime for the character. She's way more interesting to me than Aegon - he's so dry, boring, awful.

LOOK AT MY GIRLS, JUST LOOK AT THEM! Amongst the council, wearing the colours of their father's House. Baela & Rhaena are my sweet girls.

(can't believe all this is happening because rhaenyra & alicent were in love...)

photo cred: Dae on pinterest

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majorproblems77 · 1 month

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Sacred Realm updated which means im actually so excited to be making this omg

Hi there Sacred Realm fans! :D

It is I, the one who makes the analysis posts on various comics on the internet. (With permission course) Because I love doing them and they bring me joy.

If you are unaware of what Sacred Realm is, it's a Legend of Zelda AU about a new Link who gets a little medallion that makes him a badass, also it can hold the spirits of heroes from across the realms (Including my fave boy ever okay)

Before I begin, I'll get the important stuff done, This is done with permission from @zelda-the-sacred-realm, and all art from the comics belongs to the comic artist. Please do me a favour and go and check it out because it's a wonderful comic and extremely well-drawn and written.

Now, grab some popcorn, and a drink and please enjoy me rambling about a comic that I enjoy so much. :D

Lets begin!

First, some sass

Damn, possessed Link got a mouth on him. Low key I love him, he looks like he could go for round two like right now. Wouldn't be surprised if he went for the hero of time next.

My eyebrows shot up at this.

Time KNOW's

let me repeat that

TIME KNOWS. HE KNOWS WHATEVER IS IN THE MEDALLION CAUSING THIS.

(More on this later)

He knows he knows he knows he knows he knows

I can hear the mocking voice of Link while he is saying this. Time has experience with this particular entity before.

Okay, so here is when it gets interesting.

Possessed Link or this entity I suppose, referring to Time and in turn Hylians as 'Your Race' Tells me a couple of things.

This thing in the medallion isn't a Hylian spirit. So as much and as fun as a dark link theory is, I dont think it could be.

Time arguing that we're not perfect, again referring to Hylians sounds very much like an "I'm speaking with a god speech"

I present my theory on what is in the medallion.

An extra spirit, a god of some description, from the spirit realm. Out to get revenge on Hylians.

Time has been to the spirit realm, in his games. (I am under the assumption that those still occur in this canon please do correct me if I'm wrong here.)

I'm convinced that this thing in the medallion is a deity of some kind because of the eye colour. I can't get over it.

This style of blue, with no pupils.

We've seen it before.

On Hylia.

From Chapter 2 fate PT2

And here is the first time we see it on Link for comparison, With Sky's alongside him for comparison for what Hylian eyes look like.

From Chapter 2 Fate PT3

The colour isn't exact so it can't be Hylia herself I dont think, but, i believe that there is a spirit trying to escape the sacred realm and is using Link to do it.

Okay, enough of my conspiracy theories moving on!

Link you gotta wake up!

Sky thinks so, I love the coloured speech bubble, what a good idea.

OH BOY I LOVE THESE PANELS

You know those scenes in video games when you're fighting off something that's trying to possess you and you have that ominous-sounding echo that seems to reverberate through your head. But is also muffled at the same time?

(If I find a game example I'll link it)

This. Put that noise you think off over this.

KICK ITS BUTT LINK GET IT, GET BACK IN HERE.

These five panels tell so much when it comes to how much effort Link has to go through to fight off the medallion possession. I wonder if its going to be easier or harder for him to fight it off as he gains spirits in the medallion.

You can really feel his struggle and I just love it. The visual storytelling is incredible in this comic and I will fan girl about it all day because I just love it so much

I'm thinking he says this to gauge just how bad this possession is. time seems like the guy who would, especially as he already seems to know what this is.

I wonder if he really is the hero of realms?

Yes, Time. Yes, he is.

The face he dosent remember any time he's possessed by the medallion is a little worrying.

Makes me think that could be used later.

Like, Link dosent remember fighting this ice comet now. What if he fights an enemy while possessed, breaks the possession then has to relearn how to defeat it because as possessed link he's not gained any information.

Man Link is a cinnamon roll sometimes and I love him dearly okay.

Alrighty, thats me finished with my rambling. Thank you so much for sticking with me through this! And thanks again to @zelda-the-sacred-realm for the permission to do these i really appreciate it.

Please please go and check out the rest of the comic if you haven't it's amazing :D

Thats me finished for this chapter, so I'll be headed out!

Hope you have a wonderful day! :D

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thyme-in-a-bubble · 2 years

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tulip

A/N: listen, I just wanted the vibes, I didn't feel like fleshing out a whole and complete story, just stuck to the nice images floating up in my brain noggin.

summary: "...that we all just wanna be happy, want each other to be happy, so that’s just what we should do, be happy together..."

warnings: Steve Harrington x reader x Eddie Munson, just vibes without a plot, kinda love triangle, polyamory, kissing (so many sloppy, messy kisses), allusion to masturbation, unprotected sex, threesome, dirty talk, praise, fingering, oral sex, blowjob, handjob, tiny bit of impact play, penetrative sex, tiny bit of size kink (it's canon, Steve is fat af), let's be honest it's mostly just a bunch of cuddlefucking, reader being blind with love, Eddie being a chaotic little bean and Steve being the "grown-up" in the dynamic

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Running up to greet your neighbour, like clockwork, your stomach was filled with thousands of butterflies, “Eddie! When did you get back?”

Pulling you into a hug, he lifted you a few inches off the grass, and beamed into your hair, “not that long ago.”

“We missed you here,” you hummed, closing your eyes, and breathing in his familiar scent.

Pulling back, he kept one of his hands on your shoulder, huge grin still plastered on his face.

“So,” it was still summer, why did his rings still feel so cool against your skin? “are you like some big-time rock star now?”

“Nah,” his thumb played with the strap of your tank top, “it was just a few small dive bars across Indiana. Not exactly CBGB,” he loosened his grip, ghosting his fingers down your arm before disappearing completely, assuring that your body was completely covered in goosebumps if you weren’t already, “but what about you? How was your summer?”

“Oh, nothing crazy,” you sucked in a sharp breath of air at the loss of contact, “mostly just worked a lot…”

Gliding his vision over your form as you crossed your arms, he bit his lip in an effort not to smirk at what he asked next, “and how’s Steve?”

“Steve?” your eyes grew wide, “h-how would I know?”

“News travel fast here in Hawkins,” he breathed out, leaning back against the picnic table behind him, then added with a sly grin, never taking his eyes off you, “also we are next-door neighbours and the walls on a trailer are not very thick…”

“Oh my god…” your hands shot up to cover the tomato that was now your face, “oh my god!”

“I had no idea you could make those noises…” he kept going, clearly having a field day with this.

“Eddie, please,” you groaned into your palms.

“Yes?” he grinned.

“Don’t… you-,” you pealed your hands off your face and stared determinately up at the clouds, not daring to look at him for even a second, “can you just pretend you didn’t hear any of it?”

“I don’t know if I can do that, sweetheart,” the dungeon master clasped his hands together, interlocking the fingers, making his metal rings clang together, “and I am really fucking good at playing pretend.”

Taking a deep breath, you winced slightly, “please don’t say stuff like that…”

“Why? Because you’ll stick your big strong boyfriend on me?” then added in a voice dripping in sarcasm, “ohh, so scared. What’s he gonna do? Style my hair?”

You already had your suspicions that you still weren’t over your agonising and ancient crush on your next-door neighbour, but this just confirmed your theory in the most mortifying of ways.

Finally backing off, he stopped snickering and asked, “so how did it happen anyways? You and him.”

“Why do you all of a sudden wanna braid each other's hair and talk about boys?” you finally looked at him.

“You’ve just never had a boyfriend like that before, colour me curious.”

“Yeah, well if you look past all the hairspray and the charm, he might just surprise you,” he certainly had surprised you. Sure, you’d known him for years, gone to the same school, but he’d always just been the popular boy in your eyes and nothing more, honestly thought he was kind of a dick at first, but then the two of you happened to have the same summer job and everything changed. To say that he wooed you was an understatement. To be quite frank, he’d given you a summer romance worthy of being transcribed into a book with Fabio on the cover. He had made you fall in love with him. Just, until now, you had assumed that those feeling would have somehow cancelled out the long-festering ones you had for Eddie, but alas, seems that wasn’t how it worked.

Still whining softly, you came down from your self-induced euphoric high.

Yep, you were still very much in love with him alright! Damn it. Why couldn’t it just be simple and clean, one person at a time, but no! Clearly not! The sight of his figure now occupying your bedroom window’s view once more had driven you over the edge and had been enough of a spark to give you one of the best orgasms you’d had on your own in a long time.

“Well, that was… wow,” someone uttered, and you ripped your wet fingers out from your underwear and sat straight up in the bed, jumping at the sight of your boyfriend standing in the doorway, mouth agape.

“How long have you been standing there?” did you hear me moan out a different name than yours?

“Long enough,” he breathed out, the raging hard-on in his slacks being clear as day, “although, now I really wish I had been here just a little sooner. Could have given you the real deal to drool over instead of being stuck using your memory,” he crept closer.

“Who says that I'm done?” you tried to filter out your still active spank bank.

Situating yourself at the foot of the bed, kneeling, he stared down at you, parts of his perfect hair flopped forward, sheltering his dark eyes. Reaching out, caressing your glowing cheek, he skimmed the pad of his thumb over your lips and you kissed it softly.

“The stamina on you, babe. It’s enough for a whole football team to have fun with and you’d probably still ask for seconds,” finding his zipper, you tugged on it, getting one layer closer. Slipping his thumb inside your mouth, letting your tongue explore the familiar digit, he muttered, “you drive me fucking crazy…”

Practically drooling over the way Eddie’s fingers moved over the strings of his guitar, you sat close enough to see every single vein pop out, straining against the difficult riff. Practically laying down on his messy bed, his eyes were locked on the instrument itself, seemingly unaware of your hungry eyes, properly thinking you were still reading the magazine in your lap.

“So… what’s the new trend this fall?” he glanced up at you and you tried your best to act quick, avert your gaze, and look back down at the colourful pages.

“Um,” you scrambled your brain for some answer that wasn’t just about how hot he looked right now. Those hands… fuck. Those skilful fucking hands… The first thing your eyes caught sight of was a puffy, purple dress, so that’s what you blurted out, completely flustered, “purple.”

“Hm, interesting,” he plucked away at the strings, then suggested, “you know, if you want to, I could drive you to the mall.”

“Why? You hate the mall.”

“But I don’t hate you,” he stated, looking up at the ceiling of his bedroom.

Exhaling deeply, “I don’t hate you either Eddie…”

“Oh, I am very aware of how much you don’t hate me,” he ripped his eyes away from the ceiling to flash you a knowing smirk. His song suddenly stopped, as he sat up straight, fixated on something on your face, “wait, just-, you have a little-,“ and two of his fingers plucked a hair away that unbeknownst to you had stuck to your lip, “there,” he let out a sigh of relief and tucked that and a few more hairs behind your ear, “that was fucking killing me and I just couldn’t stop myself from fixing it.”

One second, he was just sitting there, guitar in lap, a hand in your hair, innocently playing with it, but what happened next felt like being struck by lightning. Suddenly, his lips pressed against yours and he kissed you. Eddie kissed you. It was much softer, gentler than you’d imagined he would kiss you, especially for the first time. You’d always thought it would be all or nothing with him every time, but no, surprisingly, the cocky bastard wasn’t like that.

Pulling back, he swiped his thumb over your cheek and looked at you dreamily.

“Fuck…” you breathed out, desperately wanting to go dive back in for more, but then thoughts of Steve found you and your head slumped down, “fuck.”

“I gotta know, how long has it been?”

“What?” you looked up at him in utter shock.

“What, you didn’t think I knew? Honey, you aren’t that subtle at hiding your feelings.”

“I-… Eddie…”

Taking a deep breath, he looked you over once more, and guessed quietly, “you still like him, huh?”

“Yeah… but I-“

“Like I said, not subtle at hiding your feelings,” he cut you off, scooting further away from you on the mattress, “It’s okay. All I want for you is to be happy and if that means Steve, then that’s fine by me.”

“Eddie…”

“It’s fine,” he rushed out, “I’m fine, promise.”

“Do you like him?” Steve asked hesitantly, looking down at your comparatively small hand, how it was engulfed in his.

“Yeah… I never really stopped…”

Eddie had been your first serious crush. He was your neighbour. He was funny and sweet and kind. He had just kissed you! Of course, you liked him.

“Do you-… do you still like me?”

“Yeah,” you breathed out, never doubting it for a moment, “I never stopped.”

“So, you like him… but also me?”

“Yeah,” you nodded slowly.

“Okay… okay,” you could see the gears turning.

“…okay?”

“I’ll be back later,” he let go of your hand and got up, “I need to go talk to him.”

“You, what?”

Stopping in his tracks, he spun around, rushed to you, and bent down to give you a kiss. Raising a hand to touch his forearm, you let out a shaky sigh against his lips.

Pulling back, he took a deep breath, then stated quietly, “I love you,” then turned back to his determent mission, “wait for me to get back, okay? Wait right here,” and vanished out the door.

“Good morning!” a singsongy voice woke you from your slumber.

“Munson, it’s like 2 am.”

“So, what, you want me to wake her with an ominous good evening? Uh! I should remember that for my next campaign, that could be creepy as fuck.”

Blinking your eyes open, you squinted up at not just the man who had promised his return, but also an unexpected visitor.

“Hey,” you gave a soft smile.

“Hey, babe,” Steve breathed out, sitting on the bed beside you, while Eddie hovered in the background of your still sleepy eye line.

Slowly sitting up, you took a moment to look from one to the other, inspecting if there was any danger at play, but all you saw were just bright smiles. “So, I’m guessing you two didn’t kill each other?”

“No,” Steve informed you, stroking your hair, properly taking care of some of your sleep-induced frizz. He then looked back at Eddie, “we just had a long talk…”

“Yeah…” he agreed slowly.

Why did they look so buddy-buddy all of a sudden, “…talk?”

“Yep,” Steve nodded.

“Turns out,” Eddie joined you on the bed, “we’ve got more in common than you might think,” he fiddled with his rings, spinning one of them around his finger.

“Really?” you hugged your knees to your chest.

“Mhm,” Steve hummed, “just to save you from a long-winded description of every little thing we talked about, the important takeaway is that we both care about you a lot and want you to be happy. We want to make you happy. So then we came up with an idea-“

“Well,” Eddie interjected, “I came up with it, I suggested it.”

“Yeah, yeah, that’s not the important part-“

“But I did, I just think she deserves to know that-”

“And now she does!”

“So, um,” you sat there and carefully observed the looks they shoot at each other, “what is this idea?”

“Yeah, it’s, um…” Steve started, “that we all just wanna be happy, want each other to be happy, so that’s just what we should do, be happy together.”

Furrowing your brow, you breathed out a tiny chuckle, “do you mean-“

“That we all just bang?” Eddie interjected with a grin, “that’s one word for it, sure.”

“Seriously?”

“What? Do you not want to?” Steve’s hand came to rest on your knee.

“No, that’s not what I was saying, it’s just a pretty serious thing, so I, um, I can’t really tell if this is all just some elaborate joke or am I dreaming right now? I’m totally dreaming!” leaning forward, Eddie reached under the duvet and pinched you, “ow! Hey!”

Doing a double take at the stink eye he received from Steve, Eddie clarified, “see, not a dream.”

“You could have just told me.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t,” he smiled, obviously taking it as an excuse to touch you.

“So,” Steve gathered your attention back up, “if you’re in, then we are as well.”

“Both of you?” you searched their eyes.

“Yes,” they both chimed.

“Really?” you jumped slightly in your seat, making the blanket fall from your body.

“Yeah, really,” Eddie confirmed.

And with that, you tackled them both in a big hug, giggling as their backs hit the mattress. Closing your eyes, you felt kisses begin to bloom on each side of your face. Turning your head, you first caught the lips of Steve, then turned to kiss Eddie, whose fingers were already tangled in your hair.

Soon, the kissing and cuddling turned into more. You were now sprawled out, your back leaning against Steve’s warm chest, and with Eddie's head between your legs, eagerly pushing your blue, floral nightgown up well above your hips.

“Jesus fuck, if only you knew the amount of times I’ve dreamt about this,” he nibbled at your thighs.

Gliding a hand down to palm your left breast, Steve kissed your neck, effectively starting a fight with your eyelids to make them stay open and actually experience the glorious sight in front of you and not just feel it. “He doesn’t even know the half of it yet, I’m telling you, man, once you start, you can’t ever stop, she’s like a drug…”

“Then it’s a good thing you don’t mind illicit substances, do you, Eddie?” you grinned, watching closely as his face greeted your clothed cunt with a blissful peck over the small soaked spot, then promptly hooked his fingers into the sides of your light underwear and tugged them down, tossing them over his shoulder.

“Drugs? Me?” he joked dramatically, “well, I would never. I have never done anything illegal in my entire life! I am just as innocent as a little baby,” his eyes locked with yours as he ran his palm back up your leg until it met your bare core. When you let out a genuine laugh, he exclaimed, “oh, fuck, remind me to make you laugh one day when I’m inside of you, please, holy fuck would it feel incredible.”

“Well, I’m not gonna stop you if you wanna get I clearer picture-“ your giggle became more breathy as he sank his long middle finger into you, groaning at the way your joy made your walls clench down around him.

“Fuck,” he dove in head first, not being able to wait any longer, needing a taste. Growling something incoherent against your clit, your jaw hung loose, and you found one of Steve’s arms for support, digging your nails into it, surely leaving a few crescent marks in its wake.

Feeling Steve’s knuckles gently tilt your chin up in his direction, he kissed you, swallowing your moans on his tongue. Gradually rotating your upper body to face him more, it didn’t take long for Eddie to peak up, notice your twisted form, and then swiftly flip your hips around, detaching himself just for that moment before going back in.

Pulling your knees up under you, you felt Eddie's hands wrap around your hips. No, it wasn’t just his hands. He was basically hugging you, pulling your hips up and closer to his face.

Moving your sloppy kisses away from Steve’s sweet lips, with one hand he pulled his t-shirt over his head, and you started trailing your messy pecks down his neck, shoulder, chest, abdomen, and soon your nose was pressed into his happy trail, smiling as he tugged the rest of his layers off for you.

Smiling so hard that your face almost hurt, you wrapped your fingers around the thick length presented in front of your grin, but before you could do anything more, you felt two of Eddie’s fingers curl inside you, making your eyes roll and your back arch.

“Stick out your tongue baby,” you felt one of Steve’s hands run through your hair and the other join your right one at the base of his cock. Tapping his heavy dick on your outspread tongue, he sucked in a sharp breath, “Yeah, that’s my girl.”

Pulling away, you suddenly lost the toe-curling contact of Eddie's tongue and fingers. Getting back up, he just stared for a while, completely hypnotised, and leisurely took his dark clothes off.

As you began to swallow Steve whole, you felt a sharp whack hit your glimmering pussy and then a pair of hands yank your ass back up into position. “Fuck, you’re so wet,” Eddie moved in close, tapping the leaking head of his cock teasingly against your screaming clit. “Just begging for me to come in a play… would be so easy to just-” and he sank into you, causing you to moan filthily around Steve’s length. “Jesus fuck, yes!”

This was something straight out of a dream. They were both inside you, filling you up. Holy shit, the fact that this was actually real life made you feel like you were gonna pass out in the best way.

Rings digging into your skin, Eddie used your hips at first to fuck himself on you, effectively pulling your lips from Steve and letting your blissful sounds run free.

Blinking up at Steve, he reached down to cradle your face, moving close to kiss your cheek sweetly, “you like that, huh? You like the way Eddie feels inside of you?”

Sliding one hand down to palm your boobs, somewhat stopping the way Eddie's thrusts made them jiggle wildly, you whimpered, “y-yes.”

“Yeah, you do? Are you gonna cum?” he nuzzled his nose against yours, “cream all over his big dick, huh?”

As Eddie’s palm came down on your ass, all you did was nod and screw your eyes shut.

“There you go, there you go, baby, that’s it,” Steve smiled at your bliss.

Letting out a shaky breath, your knees didn’t just threaten to give out, but actually did when Eddie pulled out of your still quivering cunt. Flopping down on the mattress, the boys didn’t leave you lying there long before hugging you close and pulling you further up the bed, keeping you safe and warm in between them.

Keeping your eyes closed, you felt Steve’s stomach against your spine, making his breaths deliberately clear for you to copy.

“You good, Y/n?” Eddie scooted closer to you, kissing your nose.

“Yeah, I’m perfect,” you smiled, resting a hand on his chest, “just really r-… re-…”

“…Relaxed?” he suggested the word out brain was too fogged up to recall.

“Yes, relaxed…”

Lazily grinding into your backside, it almost felt accidental that Steve slipped inside of you at the moment he did, not that you were complaining, they gave you enough time and cuddles to coax your body back to them, making you starved for more.

Dipping his head down, Eddie buried his face in your tits, capturing one of the hard nipples between his teeth. You could feel him fucking his fist, being pressed all the way up against you, occasionally nudging the tip up against your sensitive clit.

“God, you’re so fucking cute!” Eddie squealed and nipped your boob.

“Being such a good girl for us,” Steve groaned in your ear, causing the hair on the back of your neck to stand up.

“Making all those gorgeous sounds,” Eddie chimed in, “you’d think you were the musician.”

Letting out a meek giggle, “you know I can’t sing for shit,” unintentionally clenching down on Steve’s cock in the process.

“Shit, you’re fucking choking me, baby,” he gasped, snaking his arms around your waist, hugging you tighter.

“Shut up,” Eddie jumped slightly, quickly forgetting about the comfort of your boobs, “shut up! I said I wanted to feel that!” his genuine eagerness and childlike jealousy only made your giggle evolve into an actual laugh, almost stopping Steve’s ramming completely.

“No, seriously dude, if you keep making her laugh like that, I’m gonna cum,” Steve pleaded.

One hand found Eddie’s face and you brought it down, first giving him a slow, soft kiss in a successful attempt at silencing the comment that was about to fly off his tongue, then when his mind was effectively melted, you reached down your other hand to help his feverish jerking, all the while still giving him the most tranquil of make outs.

Keeping his own fingers around the base, you stroked the rest of his length, rubbing the tip up against you, gathering more of your arousal and soaking his dick even more.

Feeling the high grow, you saw the edge of the cliff right there, you could taste it, you were so close. Steve’s size had long ago stopped being a surprise to you, but at this moment, this very moment, holy fuck did he stretch you out in the best fucking way, successfully making you see stars. Big dipper, little dipper, Orion's belt! All of the constellations, clear as day.

Trembling in between them, your head bowed down low, curling in on yourself as you cried out in pleasure.

Feeling in that exact moment Steve cum as well, he buried his face in the crook of your neck and filled you up, pumping against your throbbing walls.

It didn’t take long either for Eddie to follow suit, panting, you opened your eyes just in time to look down and see him paint your messy cunt his hot load.

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ladymarycrawley · 9 months

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The blondie I'm in love with - Mason Mount

Request: Mason has a fake girlfriend but with a happy ending please (requested by @masterclassbaby sorry baby, I kept you waiting so long for this 🙈 hope you like it!)

Warning: one of my worst pieces to date I think but after months of lacking any motivation to write about Mason I got struck but this idea all of a sudden last night so

Tag list: @masonxomount @prideofpd @masterclassbaby @chelsealover @johnstonesfc

Summer’s hot and sunny weather it’s like the secret ingredient for good things to happen, such as good holidays in beautiful places. Better if shared with people we love and have fun with. That was the case for you and Mason who got the chance to spend some time together with some of your mutual friends, spending days at the beach and nights out, staying up late.

Another thing that usually happens in summer, football related, is the transfer window where players say goodbye to the teams they've played in until that moment and let some new teams welcome them for their new adventure. Mason made no exception as he was among those players too.

The season that just ended wasn’t the best of his career for sure and he needed that month away from football to clear his mind as well as relax.

“Well now everyone will make up some weird theories about your new hair colour and that'll be so much fun"

Clearing his mind meant also doing some crazy things such as dying his hair platinum blonde (something that was quite en vogue among those football players…what’s the fascination behind it?). Most people, the ones who liked drama more than anything else, were certain there was some deep meaning behind those style changes.

"You'll be the one to blame"

"Me?? What does it have to do with me?"

"Cause it's always some girl's fault"

You rolled your eyes, making him giggle.

"As if"

"We could turn the whole situation at our advantage and make it fun"

"What do you mean? You're scaring me, Mount"

“Well, we could pretend you’re my girlfriend and you’re the one girl to blame”

You served him a kind of puzzled look, not seeing the whole point of the thing.

“And so? What’s the sense of it all?”

“Just to give them something to talk about, you know the transfer window is here and I’ve had enough of random people assuming things about myself and my future as a player so we’ll give them a distraction”

"I'm not sure I want to be their distraction…"

After a one of a kind, rather weird courting you gave in and accepted to be his fake girlfriend: behind the cameras and the paps' flashes you kept on behaving normally, as if nothing happened, as if you were still a couple of good friends and nothing more.

One of the reasons why you didn't want this thing to happen was because you knew, like it or not, something deep down your soul would have changed the way you perceived him and, consequently, the trajectory of your friendship. You always had a soft spot for him, not only because he was one your best friends but because something stronger was burning inside of you.

When his best mates would nudge him to tell him someone was watching or it was time for him to start his little act of the boyfriend in love your heart started racing: the way he would move closer to sneak his arm around your waist and graze the pad of his thumb against your hip bone, matched with the tender touch of his lips lingering against your jaw made you feel kind of dizzy. What if you were falling in love with one of your closest friends, for real, not just to play some senseless game?

"We would really make a cute couple" He whispered in your ear, giggling.

You giggled back, annoyed by how this thing was a bit too funny to him.

"We should break up at some point, you know that?"

"Who said that?" He kissed the sensitive skin behind your ear, causing goosebumps all over your arms.

"God Mase, I hate you sometimes"

The smirk on your face as he was holding you tight to him made you a very bad liar, there’s no other place you would have rather be in.

Those days were soon turning into a slow agony: Mason would swim close to you and give you underwater hugs, napping with you on the same bed, placing his hands on your hips in the club at night so your bodies would sway together to the rhythm of the loud music. You were doing all the things a couple would do but you weren’t a couple.

This dynamic cooled down when it was time for him to get back in business as things at Cobham weren’t going particularly well but you were sure he’d have sorted it out as he was Chelsea through and through. But you were wrong.

He avoided talking about what direction his football career would have taken even with you, who used to be the one he would tell everything, even the smallest things.

When the day prior to his official announcement he sat on your bed in your London house to tell you he accepted the bid Manchester United made for him so he would have moved up north rather soon you felt as if the whole world was falling upon your shoulders and Mason was your whole world.

"Wh - what? You're not a Chelsea player anymore?"

The sadness filling his eyes was heartbreaking to say the least, he was gutted to leave his heart's club, most of all because he was kind obliged to do so if he wanted to go on playing, which was the thing that mattered the most to him.

Mason nodded as his chocolate pupils followed your body falling to the ground, on your knees.

"Hey, are you -" He asked, getting up in a rush to take you.

"Don't touch me"

He gave you a puzzled look and you soon provided him with an explanation.

"You knew it, you knew you'd have left Chelsea and London from the beginning. That's why you dyed your hair this awful blonde that makes you look like a fuckboy. I hate you. You just used me for fun and you knew it from the beginning!" You cried out, trying to fight back the tears.

“You agreed when I told you about the fake relationship”

“Yes but you did it only because you already knew you would have left Chelsea and you used me as a shield against the fucking press!”

“I - didn’t know anything about United, we were in talks but it wasn’t official at all!”

“Fuck off Mason” You muttered, lowering your eyes as if you were looking for something on the carpet your tired body was abandoned on. Mason didn’t dare to look at you either, keeping his gaze down too.

"I dyed my hair simply because I liked it, because I had a shitty season felt the need to change something…I like you too"

"You what?" Your eyes now had to stop looking for something that didn’t exist on the floor and start to look at the handsome boy before you who just happened to say something quite powerful.

"Y/N I wanted to have some fun, yes, but I also liked you for quite a while and I didn't know how to tell you not to ruin our friendship." He kept on explaining with the softest voice.

“Oh so you now think you can get away with it by saying some sweet words??” Yes, those sweet words surely had an effect on you and denying it was the biggest lie ever.

“Come to Manchester with me”

That invite left you in a shocked state as it was the last thing you were expecting: why should he ask you to follow him away from London? You were good friends but that’s not the kind of question usually asked to someone who’s only a friend.

“Did you hear what I said?? I don’t even know if I want to be your friend anymore. You just used me and now you’re asking me to leave my city, my everyday life to follow you?”

“Yes, because I love you”

The three words. Mason just said those three words to you.

“You’ve always been there for me when I needed it, you always keep up with my shit, including faking a love relationship, but now I feel like I’m ready to have a real one. I wanna get home from training and see you there, dozing off on the sofa and kiss your forehead or taking you out to dinner at some fancy place”

Mason was there, looking as the most fragile creature you’ve ever seen, opening his heart to you with no fear, he was being the Mason you fell in love with, little by little, over the years.

Warm tears, joyful ones this time, started rolling down your cheeks as you threw your arms around his neck, causing him to fall flat on the mattress.

“I hate you, blondie”

“You love this blondie, you’re such a bad liar” You got lost in each other’s eyes that were shining with a different light, a warmer one.

“This could be the moment where I confess I’ve always been secretly in love with you but I won’t” You whispered shyly, making him smile.

He smirked and caressed your lower back in a circular motion.

“You hid it quite well actually” You both giggled before he pressed his lips against yours in a real kiss, one of those sloppy but heartfelt kisses that took you to another dimension, a dreamy and ideal one.

The moment you were living was just too intense to think about anything else and soon you found yourself straddling him, not even realising the speed at which your clothes fell on the floor, too busy making love to him for the first time.

That bed felt like the best place on earth, the one where all your dreams and hopes became true, the one where you were safe from every danger the outside world might be holding against you.

“This is not just a summer thing, right?”

“This will be a thing for many summers to come”

Mase’s arms were now your home, the shelter you would have run to in case of extreme glee or of unbearable pain, it was the place to be.

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phlurrii · 2 months

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am i hearing that you(by association also Meau) likes space? if so, whats your favorite space photo? (top 5 if youd like)

Spacespacespacespacespacespacespacespace.

Okay disclaimer, I’m not a space nerd, I don’t know a lot of details. I am simply FASCINATED by it and love to hear about it!!! But I’m awful at science X3

First up!!!

Gods eye/Helix Nebula!! The fact there is a nebula in space that looks like a human eye it’s EVERYTHING to me,,, between the colours, size, name, and my endless curiosity on how it swirls like that it just tickles me brain .w.

Self explanatory. WE HAVE A FREAKING PHOTO OF A BLACK HOLE. A WHOLE ASS. LIGHT DEVOURING, ANOMALY. (I think) LIKE??? EXCUSE ME???? If anyone knows how we took a photo of it given it eats light I would love to know please and thank you,,,

Butterfly Nebula. Look at it. Look at this insane gas formantion,,, the edges themselves look like they’re moving towards the center and just form out of no where form the blackness of space and it’s just so FREAKING cool,,,

Not so much a neat space thing, mostly just a thing I’ve always treasured!! I love constellations and one of my earliest favourite was Orion! Between the archer, the easy to identify belt patter, and the fact the constellation is directly above where I grew up… it means a lot to me, Orion means home ;3c (also thank you Akira Fuji for the lovely photo)

Last, but not least, the planet 9 theory! (Not a real photo, mock up for a documentary!) my last visit to a planetarium form in Chicago many years ago! And they had one of those ceiling documentary rooms where they go into all the details about a possibly 9th planetary body orbiting WAY out there! It was facinating and I haven’t a clue how true it may or may not be nowadays, but it’s always grabbed my attention there’s one more freezing cold celestial body vibing about X3

Anywho those are my top 5 favourite space things, space is cool, please tell me space facts if you ever have them ;3

#ask #peppercosmos #cosmos eheheh

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austinsastrology8991 · 10 months

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> NUMEROLOGY THEORY < get mad

This is easily my most controversial post. but if you want to watch me spit in numerology face, then please read away

Alright i love my numerology. But i think its complete bullshit. Ive read so many sites and intepretations but they just say the same shit everytime, but when they explain themselves im like wtf that barely makes sense - for example life path 3 is jupiter, and it means; creativity, communication, inspiration. And i guess it makes enough sense to not question it. but i question everything, and i think we can do better than that >And thats where i come innnnn >>> 1 sun : MERCURY - Mercury is the first planet of our solar system, the sun aint a planet it just bright - all life path 1's dont act sunny at all, they act smart and calculated and they are 'independent' but the concept of the sun is not independent - the sun loves to share - mercury is independent, because to have an opinion requires an independent thought from others perspectives. - 'goal orientated' - so we all just don't care about our goals? bull shit fuck that, sounds like a mercury thing to only care about ur own opinion anyway - the sun likes to share and be the 'star' 1 energy don't it focused (like mercury) 2 moon : VENUS - the moon is not about the other (2 people) moon is technically a selfish energy, its about how you feel (yes people make you feel s type of way, but if you lonely, you gonna feel like shit anyway) venus is more appropriate planet for 2, becasuse 2 people requires diplomacy snd sharing, not the moon, the moon acts as a reflection, but it is not diplomatic, its selfish (but adorable) it takes 2 people to love and thats what venus all about, thasts why 2 should be venus (not 6 i'll get into dat) but this one should be pretty straightforward 3 Jupiter : EARTH - Jupiter is abundance and it could be 3 but theres a better answer for jupiter (coming up) 3 is earth because 3 is the holy trinity, god clearly loves earth the most, so its 3 okay, and everyone likes 3 (apparently) 3 is creative - there is no planet more colourful than earth - 3 is communicstion (everything on earth makes a lot of noise) and its inspiring - everywhere you look theres something inspirational on earth - you cant say that about any other planet - the rest of them just got a surface i guess 4 Uranus : Mars - whoever made up 4 as uranus imma slap the shit outta. 4 is a stable number (4 corners to mske s house) 4 is stability -4 is the emperor in tarot - uranus is nothing like that uranus is a crazy as fuck boiiiiiii. mars is far more appropriate, mars wants something it gets it (like emperor, in tarot) also a square is a 4, and thst mskes sense for mars because he all about conflict and competition. also they practical and sensible, and if your as bold as mars, your dsmn right you better be pracitcal or your gonna look like a fool and mars dont want thst.

5 Mercury : Jupiter - i understand 5 is about adventure and exploring, but its so much more fitting for it to be jupiter than fkn mercury. you see how dumb this shit is now??? look at the bigger picturre yall; numerologists didnt study the planets and it shows. 'change and progress' thats jupiters schtick, well hell its a little uranusy but mercury is a stretch. also everyone likes jupiter snd thsts why he 5 - he in the middle because everyone like him 6 Venus : Saturn - now ik your thinking saturn is karma and karma is infinite so it should be 8. well no your wrong, karma is not infinite. its however much you do you get back > think about how you draw the number 6 - you write a line (you do something) and it comes right back at ya (the cirlce bit). its also the lovers because saturn got a ring and everyone wanna find their special person to put a ring on > also saturn loves you, but he loves smacking you too. just like someone who loves you 7 Neptune : Uranus - ok this one does make some sense... because its about solitude and introspection... but anyway it took god 7 days to make the world - and the creation of the world changed the game you could say (like uranus is about change) - it also makes sense for uranus, because to change the world, you gotta observe it not be apart of it (to understand how it works) but you know what neptune does make sense here, so i get where they coming from

8 saturn : Neptune - wanna know what actually infinite? your spirit, spirituality, GOD IS INFINiTE - not yo karma - jesus fkn christ lawd save us and please forgive me for saying yo name in vain as many times as i do but WAT DA FUCK HAPPENED - Ik its associated with being a boss or a leader but to me its about achieving yo dreams, the real boss is someone like 6 or 4 (saturn - mars) and ik you thkink 6 is about love - but yall got no clue how much strength and fortitude it takes to love and it shows, thsts why saturn slaps you in the face as often as he be do > A leader must be in tune with god or they gonna get cancelled and not be givin leadership (dont forget who in charge you little shit)

9 Mars : Pluto - "embarking on a lifelong quest to quench an insatiable thirst for growth and new experiences" um okay - so how tf is that mars? mars is thirsty, but he dont care about growth he just wants some pussy. BUt pluto... now that makes more sense. Pluto wants the truth no mstter the price, and our life path 9's are on a infinite journey of digging and digging and thats what pluto do. pluto will literally put himself in jail just to see whst it feels like, mars will just fight everything, to attain his goals. pluto willl let you punch him to see how hard you punch. Stay dumb - yes i made this up - just as the old numerologists made it up - you dont have to believe me, thats why i dont believe in you.

I also believe if god is real, why wouldn't it be simple? why not correlate each number (and there only 9 numbers - excluding 0) why would it not be in the order god intended it to be?

#numerology #astro community #astrology blog #astro theory

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deadloverscity · 4 months

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varadeva aus that makes me lose sleep : (pt.1)

drunk!deva ! I have a wip but it's too small and I genuinely would love to read different takes on drunk!deva, like genuinely what does he do

Marriage fics because it just fits them well. There are so many layers, like it could be for political reasons. The popular theory that both of them were the least liked kids from their respective tribes so they're hitched because wohoo it will reduce conflict. Or, it would be a choice either way ahead in the story because it was a way to save Deva and his mother's life, or at the later part after the ceasefire to convince shouryangas not to start a rebellion. There is just SOO many possibilities, personally them getting married before the whole fiasco is amazing because no one knows what kind of maniac deva is lol. like the least favourite kid gets the least favourable marriage alliance but jokes on everyone the potential spouse in question has a fatal flaw of loyalty and would move dynasties for whom they love. I am also a tgcf enthusiast so you can see where I am going. oh my god if anyone wants to build on any of this PLEASE LET'S BRAINSTORM

I really wanna see them as enemies to lovers but someone will have to open my eyes for that. They're too sweet to me to even think they'd start off on the wrong foot

A CRACK MATCHMAKING AU brought to you by Varadha's loyalists! just comedy because I think khansaar needs comedy sometimes like miserable planning to get varadeva together or maybe they are alr together and others just don't know it yet lol

soulmate fics!! I am sucker for them, so here me out literally any type of soulmate settings, the black/white vision to colour (insane given neel's colour grading) or red string of fate. And, of course my personal favourite where it is either only the shouryangas or the mannars who believe in it (like a folklore/tradition), not taken seriously but so much room for angst. r 18 so pls skip if you're minor or uncomfy:

smut which includes a very specific throne in Khansaar

OBESSION !! OBSESSION !! just works so well with them + filthy conversations.

service top deva

#salaar #varadha #varadeva #who wants to write together word sprint time #deva #i love them so much #tgcf #projecting tgcf onto everything atp

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beeoftheanxieties · 9 months

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So, @da-proti-toku-grem kind of inspired me to make a lengthy post, sharing some positive vibes across the fandom, listing the reasons why I love each member of Joker Out and why I would go full mom-mode on them and cook for them and bake them gluten-free cookies.

Anyway:

A Joker Out, brain-rot, appreciation post

(members listed in alphabetical order)

Bojan

First up - as someone who had the chance to see them live, he is an insane performer

His ability to enchant the crowd is insane and you can tell really well that he has great acting abilities too

Watched him in Gospod Profesor too, spot on for someone who is a so-called amateur

His singing voice is... amazing to say the least, it feels really unique

Also, the way he talks, the sound of his voice, the words he uses, his pronunciation, if there were awards for talking he would get one

The languages he speaks, I want to study him, linguistically, he is truly a phenomenon

We of course love a bilingual king

He looks like he has his priorities straight

I also respect him so much for how open he is about his mental illness

I might relate to him a bit too much at times whoops

And the fact that he can somehow befriend literally anyone??? Love that

His friendship with Jere is the main one of course

Oh yeah and the fact that he literally helped people who collapsed at their gigs a few times

Bless him, he deserves all the rest he is hopefully getting

Jan

First things first, I have a soft spot for math guys

And the way he talks about math is fascinating (but you still won't get me to like it Jan)

Cat dad???? We absolutely adore Igor and a man loving cats is such a green flag

I know people say he mumbles a bit and it's hard to understand him at times, but idk, he talks nice and slowly, so it's still really easy to understand him

He comes from my home region, so I am very biased haha

Also, every band needs a guitarist with luscious locks

He absolutely owns the colour red, that colour was invented specifically for him

The nose ring suits him so well too, this man KNOWS what fits him

And if that ends up being jackets with nothing underneath when he performs, THEN SO BE IT

I know people call Kris the lesbian icon, but from what I've seen lesbians are very drawn to Jan as well

Oh, and he gives me Klaus from the Umbrella Academy vibes (I blame the hair and the pink boa)

Jure

Holy shit, sunshine in human form????

The most underappreciated one in the band imo

His surname literally means 'cat' and I am so normal that Jan has called him 'muca'

He also comes from my region haha, bias again

He's really good at filming, he actually shot a few things for RTV (national TV station) and edited them as well, god, talent

Also playing drums... I have sang, I have played guitar, played bass, but drums is something I feel like I could NEVER do, so hats off to you

As @da-proti-toku-grem pointed out, THE MOLE ON HIS LIP? weak knees, yes

He also reminds me of a good friend of mine and I vibe with him so much, I feel like I would vibe with Jure as well

I really don't like the fact that drummers tend to get ignored and I just wish there was more Jure performing content

Though I love it how every time, during Novi Val, he comes to the front and hangs with the others

His hair also looks so soft and fluffy aaaaaa

Again, biased but he resembles my bf the most out of everyone so hmmmm

Kris

The baby of the band! (and the only one in the band I could actually call 'mulc')

In case you didn't know yet, he's half Dutch

And he speaks Dutch, which, as someone who speaks Dutch (in theory, not in practice) makes me really happy

I wish to study him linguistically as well

Also his parents' story feels very close to me, as I'm dating outside of my culture as well

According to him he was menace as a kid and I think we should normalise the fact that you can become a better person as you grow up

But pls don't honk at me on the road Kris, pls, I will cry

The songs he wrote??? NGVOT and Vse kar vem??? Oh boy, I love them, adore them

His holey sweaters are also a vibe

Dutch fans, if you don't shower him and the rest of the band with gifts at their Dutch concerts, I will be mad

Also gotta honorably mention Maks

They gotta be my fav nepo-but-not-really babies out there

Kinda like Maya Hawke?

I am ranting

He also looks like the only member of the band that I would fight, and idk why

Also, I must know if he supports Max Verstappen haha

Minus points for chemistry though, I cannot with that

Nace

Okay everyone

Here we go

We have reached my beloved

I love all of them, but Nace just a bit more

It was love at first sight, I cannot lie

I have a soft spot for bassists and he might actually convince me to try and play bass again

He has been playing it for so long too??? like wow

Oh and of course; THE TATTOOS, BLESSETH BE THE TATTOOS

I will always go feral about his tattoos

At every concert

I know he was the last to join the band but it looks like he fits in so nicely, it's beautiful

Strong mom-codded dad friend vibes

He kinda is the dad of the band haha

And he looks like he gives amazing hugs (lucky all of you who had managed to get one already)

A nice addition to the band

Oh and he's apparently shit at sports which is like... felt

Plus the fact that he wanted to be a vet?

Me too boo, me too, but neither of us is there now

Anway, I'll stop now. In conclusion, this band has my whole heart and they deserve every good thing that happens to them and so much more.

#joker out #nace jordan #jan peteh #bojan cvjetićanin #kris guštin #kris gustin #bojan cvjeticanin #jure maček #jure macek #bee's rants #this probably makes me sound so delulu but I swear I am not #though i will admit #i have yet to have gone outside today #anyway let me know what y'all think about our boys

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pensat-i-fet · 1 year

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Mi campeón (Julián Álvarez x Reader)

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"Wake up", said your classmate, laughing at the faces you were making trying not to fall asleep.

You had been trying to pay attention all morning, but it was hard when you had barely been able to get any sleep the previous night. After the semifinal win for Argentina, in which your boyfriend Julián scored a brace, the adrenaline in your body made it impossible to fall asleep. And you also spent two hours on facetime with him once he was back in the hotel.

Because of university, you knew you couldn't go to Qatar from the beginning of the tournament but you really hoped to be there for the final if the team reached it. It was then that you were told there were visa problems that made it impossible for you to travel over there. The disappointment was hard to hide but you did your best. Julián had enough to worry about.

"Good luck", you heard your professor say when you walked past him on your way out of the classroom.

"Excuse me?"

"For the final", he added, pointing at the Argentina shirt you were wearing.

"Right. Thank you. We'll need it".

"I'm sure the little man will work his magic and get the cup. See you next year".

"See you then".

Not being able to go to Qatar meant you were travelling to Argentina a week earlier than you would have on a normal uni year. The team was going to travel there anyways and both you and Julián had plans to spend Christmas with your families in your hometown.

The two of you had known each other since you were babies. Born two months apart and being neighbours your entire life, even though you hated each other when you were kids. Everyone could tell the change in your relationship once you got a bit older and it was a couple of years ago that you proved their theories right by starting to date.

Now you have followed him to Manchester but not to Qatar. The last time you were away from each for so long was probably ten years ago. But the wait was almost over now. You were going to see him in a couple of days.

"Another penalty?"

Your family house erupted with all types of colourful insults dedicated to the referee who had just given another penalty to France, which meant they equalized again and the match was ending in a penalty shootout.

Julián had already been taken off, so that meant he wasn't going to take any penalties. A part of you was glad, even if you always trusted him to score it. But the thought of him missing it and getting abuse from people broke your heart. And he'd also blame himself after a great tournament, forgetting every good performance he had before. So maybe it was for the best he was on the bench right now. Even if you knew he wouldn't be happy about it.

It only took a couple of minutes for the penalty shootout to be over, but to the entire country, it felt like it lasted several hours. But they had done it! Argentina were the world champions! Your boyfriend was a world champion. It was hard to believe. It seemed it was only two days ago that you were playing with him and all the other kids in your neighbourhood after school. And now there he was, champion of the world. It wasn't the first trophy he had won but it was the biggest he could ever win.

Even though you knew he wasn't going to get access to his phone for a while, you immediately sent him a text congratulating him and telling him how proud you were and how much you loved him. He always read your messages first even if he had to scroll down to find them because you were always the first one to text.

Your family decided to go out and join everyone celebrating on the streets but they couldn't convince you to go out as well. You wanted to be away from the noise when Julián called you.

When you heard the ringtone, you sprinted from the kitchen to the sofa to get the phone.

"Hi! Oh my God, you won! I'm so proud. I love you so much. Look at that medal! I can't believe you are a world champion. Can you believe it?"

He just laughed at how you couldn't stop talking. That was what you always did when you were nervous or very excited about something. And while he found it adorable, he knew he had to wait until you were done before he could say a word.

"And Leo winning the world cup now…he's just the best. Well, second best. You are the best. You should hear what people are saying about you in England. Everyone is praising you. It's so nice they finally could see how good you are".

After that, you took some deep breaths signalling you were done with your monologue and Julián just said a simple te amo before telling you all about the match and parading the phone around the dressing room so you could congratulate everyone.

"I gotta go. We'll continue the celebrations in the hotel. See you tomorrow. Finally!"

"Yes. Finally", you said, rolling your eyes and making him laugh. "Te amo, mi campeón" (I love you, my champion).

"I love you more".

Between the jet lag and the anticipation of Julián being back in a couple of hours, you couldn’t sleep at all. So you decided to go back to a habit you had at the beginning of your relationship and that you didn't get to do as often nowadays. You took a piece of paper and wrote him a letter. Most of the time, you just wrote about random things. Someone you saw on the street and that made you laugh or the exam you had to do that week. But the longer letters were those where you poured your heart out to him. This time, it was going to be a very long letter.

After a quick breakfast, it was time to go meet the team. They had planned on seeing their families briefly and then going to the huge parade that was taking place in their honour. The entire city was full of Argentinians waiting to see their heroes.

You only had one hero that you needed to see, but when he finally appeared, you couldn’t move. It was the weirdest sensation and something that had never happened to you before. But you just stared at him while the rest of the family kept running in his direction.

Julián was looking around trying to find you and when he finally spotted you, it was his big smile that finally made you move and run to hug him.

"I missed you", he whispered.

"God. I missed you more".

People kept bumping into you two while moving around the very crowded room, but you didn’t care. You could have stayed like that forever.

"Do I have to go to the parade?"

"No", you said, laughing. "You have to stay with me and never leave again".

"As much as I would love to do that", he said, pressing his forehead to yours, "I still need to leave. I can't say it won't take long but after I'm back I'm not separating from you for longer than 5 minutes every day".

"Okay".

After a long kiss that felt too short for both of you, he was taken back with the rest of the team. But the good thing was that now that you had seen him, you could join in the celebrations.

"I can barely stand", said your mum when you finally sat down after hours of dancing and singing.

"Same".

"Is Julián going to meet us soon?"

You looked down at your watch. "Soon-ish. If they can escape the crowd".

You both laughed at that, thinking about how the bus could barely move because of how many people were there.

"There they are!", said your dad, pointing at the group of players approaching.

It didn't take Julian long to get to where you were all waiting. He lifted you in his arms and started to spin you around, making you laugh.

"Stop! I'm going to be dizzy!"

"I already am dizzy with happiness and love", he said, making you laugh again.

"And drunk".

"I only had a beer".

"Then you are really cheesy", you said, giving his lips another peck.

"Says miss love letters", he taunted you. He loved your letters but also loved teasing you about them.

"Speaking of that", you said, opening your bag to get the one you had written to him this morning.

"Should I wait to read it?"

"It's long, so better save it for when we aren't surrounded by so many people".

When he was about to give you another kiss, someone tapped him on the shoulder to ask for a photo. Great, more fans had gotten inside what was supposed to be the private area.

"It's ok", you told him when he looked at you, a question on his face, "take the photos. I'll wait".

Once people saw one of the players taking photos with fans, they all thought they could get one. It was then you started to notice people pushing you so they could get to Julián and to other players.

"Be careful!", you said to someone who pushed you so hard, he almost made you fall.

"Shut up", was his only response.

You were about to tell him a couple of things when you saw Julián noticing what was going on.

"Hey! That's no way to talk to her. Apologize right now".

When the man heard Julián's words, he turned red. His embarrassment was punishment enough but he turned back to apologize to you.

Julián ignored everyone else so he could get closer to you.

"You ok?"

"Yes. It's just too many people in such a small place and you know how much everyone's been drinking too".

"Let's go", he said, grabbing your hand and leading you to where the cars were.

"We don't have to leave yet", you complained. You didn't want him to cut the celebrations short because of you.

"I want to. Really. I rather spend time with you than stay here", he said, caressing your cheek.

"Ok then".

Back home, he was getting the same amount of attention but from family members this time. Even though Julián never stopped holding your hand and moving you closer to him, he had to pay attention to at least 10 people at the same time. It looked like they were taking turns.

"Finally!", he said, falling down into your bed while you closed the door.

"How tired are you exactly?", you asked, laying down next to him and putting your head on his chest.

"Exhausted. But I don't want to sleep".

"What?", you laughed. That didn't make sense.

"I want to stay awake and spend all my time with you. I can't believe we survived a whole month away from each other".

"I know", you agreed, closing your eyes and holding him tighter.

After a couple of minutes, you remembered your mum was making some mate and asked Julián if he wanted some. When he said yes, you went to the kitchen to get it.

He sat up in the bed and remembered that you had given him a letter earlier, which he still hadn't read. So that's what he did while waiting for you to be back with the drinks.

"My love, telling you that I missed you would be an understatement. But the pride I've felt this whole month made everything more bearable.

I've been thinking back to the times when we played in the park with our friends. How you were always teasing me and how I told my parents you hit me with the ball on purpose, when it was actually me hitting you. I remember the day we confessed our feelings to each other, when you told me all the teasing was you trying to get my attention because you already liked me. And then I had to tell you that I was doing the same…but in a more aggressive way.

I love that we still are those silly teens. I love that we are not afraid of making fun of each other because we know it all comes from a place of love. Even if some people don't understand it. Like your new teammates. They probably think we are really weird in Argentina.

We once said we'd be together every step of the way while we make our dreams come true. That's why I moved to Manchester with you. That's why I felt guilty for not being able to be with you during this World Cup, but didn't want to tell you so you wouldn't feel bad. I never wanted to be a distraction. But I felt guilty. I can finally say it. And I felt so sad when I realised I wouldn't be there when you won the tournament. I guess you'll have to win it again to compensate for it.

But the biggest thing that this month away from you has shown me is that I never want to experience this again. I never want to be away from you again. I want to spend every day of my life with you…".

You got back to the room before he finished reading the letter but he had read enough. He got up from the bed and took the drinks from your hands so he could put them on the table.

"What?"

But he didn't let you say more. He kissed you, holding your face gently, as if you were made of glass.

"Me too", he said, smiling.

"You too what?"

"The letter. I want that too. I want to spend every day, every second, with you".

"Good, because I wasn't going to take no for an answer".

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