#lemonshark words

[pencildragons]

yeah i have an sti

Shadow

caT

Infection

#lemonshark words #fh #fantasy high #kalina fantasy high #shadow cat #d20 fantasy high #d20fh #fhsy #d20 #dimension 20 #dropout tv

[mihrsuri]

I really want to do my end of year sappiness post right now so I am going to do it. This year. This year, this year was the year that the fact that I made it is something I have to talk about it, because honestly I wasn’t sure between everything. And in the trauma (the activated Jewish Trauma Genre), in the hate I have also found love. Am Yisrael Chai. We live. I live.

Which is why I have to first send my love to my Jewish Mutuals/Friends and to Jumblr - @cephalopodvictorious @captainlordauditor and just, every one of my Jewish Mutuals and people who have sent kind words. Who have made me, a patrilineal mizrahi jewish woman reconnecting with her heritage and faith because of abuse feel Jewish enough to go to Synagogue.

This year was, despite everything the year I reconnected with old friends (shout to my friends in physical space - E, R, C and C), I took an art class, I swam more, I wrote a bunch of words, I found my love of art again and discovered that I might, might be good at it, I even asked for things like gifts even though it’s Terrifying.

To my saatis. My sisters. My chosen family. Thank you for everything - the phone calls you let me schedule, the chats and the wise words and the blorbos and from some of you the in person hugs (there will be more I will offer hugs to and I will also hug again). @shes-a-voodoo-child @bibliothekara @wheresonichedgehogwnt @pearlsthatwereeyes @star-anise @notabuddhist @kawuli lemonsharks @maevedarlings @ruffboijuliaburnsides @taibhsearachd @blackeyedgirl-writes @armyofthedaegiloth @strangeetudes @findingfeather

@bessemerprocess @sarking @jesidres @kshandra @amadistuff FRIENDS. FRIENDS. Love you to the moon and back - and we are here. We are here.

And @geeoharee - The Sherlock Content <3.

To the Pocket Friends Who Have/Are Becoming(If It’s okay obviously!) Become Friends: @rahabs whose kindness I will never ever forget. To @theladyelizabeth who patiently answers my questions about all kinds of Tudors Things and who is like, The Best. To @nocompromise-noregrets for Ellie, for answering archives questions and just in general. To @gen-is-gone - a saati in the making, holder of correct Doctor Who Opinions forever. To @herawell - the bravest when scared, indulges my OT3 verse. To @miabicicletta - one of the best fic writers, so generous and kind and whose comments make my entire day. @eidetictelekinetic - my favourite Tudors Fic Writer is my Friend Now and is awesome.

@jkthinkythoughts <333333.

@lorata - whose worldbuilding leaves me in awe and who is just, frankly absolutely great.

@isagrimorie because CORRECT DOCTOR WHO AND BEST META

@feuillesmortes for never failing to make me think, to post beautiful poetry and for the best H7/EOY sources and for always, above all being kind.

@hoursofreading @becauseforoncethisisme (special shout out to you <3) @disredspectful (oh my gosh your words)

@anhaga @goshawke @beatrice-otter @alexseanchai <333333

Also @nurselaney for indulging my Thomas/Mihrimah Content and also the women of the SOE.

@sherwoodknights for Scarlet Pimpernel and also Patrick Gibson feels.

@quillington - for correct Anne Boleyn and Scarlet Pimpernel thoughts and also being The Sweetest.

@lordlykisses - kindness and Taylor Swift. And @cleoselene for Taylor Swift and kind words I will also never forget.

To The Cromwell/James Frain Appreciation Brigade - @uncheckedaggression @reallyginnyf (also a fellow hurt/comfort enjoyer) @cinemaocd - thank you <3.

To all the West Wing Discord People - I adore you. Thank you for being so kind and welcoming and wonderful.

And to all my mutuals. Thank you for bearing with me this year, with so much kindness. I know it���s been A Lot but I have, despite everything felt so so loved.

#lil is a sap

[portlandrowismyhome]

Borrowed Time: Chapter Two

part two of the serial killer Lockwood and co AU. Warnings for severe angst, mentions of torture, non graphic injury descriptions, minor language, fear, ANGST no comfort unless you count the horrific sadness of memory. Short chapter but more soon!!

please note this is a sideblog and all replies will come from @waitingforthesunrise. I truly appreciate comments and thoughts!!

tag list: @neewtmas @lemonsharks @givemea-dam-break @teaandtoastandthyme @givemea-dam-break @cordelia-street @paysomeonetopaysomeone @malteevars-kee-devi @the-biscuit-agreement @krash-and-co @oceanspray5 @smol-being-of-light @skies-of-gray @ikeasupremacy @wellgoslowly @oblivious-idiot @jesslockwood @tangledinlove @superpositvecloudshipper @peachesanddandelions @charmquarkstrangequark @pathetic-atthedisco @ladygrayish @saelterlude @carlyleandco @carlyleons @naivedaydreamer

CHAPTER TWO

Lucy awoke to the golden afternoon sun and the heavy weight of a cat on her chest.

She lay there, blinking at the blank ceiling; Miss Younge’s cat patted a heavy paw on her cheek. 

“Took you long enough,” a disgruntled voice said from the floor, and with a burst of cold awareness Lucy knew where she was. 

She was in Lockwood’s bedroom. 

More correctly: she was in Lockwood’s bed. 

It felt so familiar because it was the second time. It felt so strange because this time there was no messy-haired boy asleep beside her. 

“Hello, Skull,” she said quietly. There was a leaden weight inside her ribcage; words felt heavy and forced, like slow molasses. 

Lucy closed her eyes against the warm sunlight and tried to remember what had happened earlier. What day was it? Had the trip to Barnes and that awful, horrific phone call only been this morning? And Lockwood’s voice on the phone, that pleading note in his voice —

The cat meowed protestingly as she sat up and swung her legs over the bed.

“Did Holly bring you up?” She asked the Skull. It was all a blur in her head: staring at the phone in her hand, the burst of pain in her chest, and the sudden tip and swing of the room. 

“Holly put me in a bag — a very smelly and disgusting bag, if you even care,” the Skull complained loudly. “And you could barely walk in a straight line. George had to practically fight you into bed. Holly asked if I would smell up the kitchen — as though that blond boy isn’t a worse health hazard! And—“

Lucy picked up the pillow from Lockwood’s side of the bed and held it to her chest. She had clutched it tightly against her in sleep, and she hoped desperately that the Skull had not noticed. It still smelled like him….a faint hint of citrus, something like the dusty books of the library…the first morning she had woken up beside him, his arm still draped over her waist and her leg over his….she opened her eyes and studied the faint worry lines traced across his forehead….Anthony Lockwood. He looked tired even in sleep. 

“Are you crying?” The Skull demanded loudly. “Are those tears? What kind of independent agent are you?”

Lucy set the pillow down. “I’m not crying,” she snapped. “Don’t be ridiculous.”

She wished she could cry, but her eyes were dry as a bone and just as heavy. She slid off the bed and crossed to the window, peering out into the bright afternoon. People crossed the street below, wrapped in coats and colorful scarves. The winter sun glinted off the taxicabs and the shiny rapiers of a pair of Fittes agents climbing into a car down the block. 

That other morning, waking up beside Lockwood, she had left, too. 

She had stared at his dark lashes and purple signs of sleeplessness, and wanted. What, she didn’t know. 

She had stumbled into his room that night, gasping, unable to breath, the panic choking her words, barely able to make it through the door. And then his arms were around her, and his scent and his voice…

Do you ever think about dying? She asked later, lying beside him in the darkness, his hand tracing slow circles on her waist. 

His fingers paused. Yes, he said quietly. But not with the same love. 

She clutched Lockwood’s hand, choking on the words she wanted to say. Don’t leave. Take me with you. Sometimes I want to go, too. I see the way you look at the ghosts. You’d trust me, wouldn’t you? You’d stumble through my door if you couldn’t breathe? Or would you let it take you away? 

But she only said, I’m glad you’re here.

I’m with you, he said, and drew her closer. 

And then the morning had broken and she had slid out of the warm bed and into the cold dawn because she couldn’t breathe, and it was all the fault of the sleeping boy. She had stumbled through Arif’s empty aisles and something within her wanted to run and never look back. 

If he dies —

She hadn’t wanted to finish the sentence. She had stood in the doorway in Portland Row and looked at Lockwood’s panicked face as he tumbled down the stairs and felt an overwhelming sense of dread. 

“Luce!” He had said, fear gasping through his nonchanlent tone. “I thought maybe…I woke up and you were…”

She held up the box. “Just donuts. That’s all.”

He nodded, trying to catch his breath, and Lucy had tried to drown her fears in icing. But, like ghosts, they returned in the night. 

The Skull interrupted her thoughts. “Do you really think that boy is worth all this, Lucy? If you ask me, it’s a handy way to end it. And look! Maybe he left you the house! I can see it now: Skull and Co, in gold letters….”

Lucy studied the bedroom. It was a shambled sort of tidiness: half-hearted attempts had been made at cleaning up, but clothes still lurked on the seat of the armchair and books gathered dust beside the bed. 

“Compared to that hole of a garbage disaster you call an apartment, Lockwood was a cleaning maniac,” the Skull remarked. 

“He didn’t change the flowers.” Lucy pointed to the vase of flowers beside the bed in the ugly vase she had given him their first Portland Row Christmas. It was meant to be a joke, but Lockwood had solemnly replaced the flowers every week and refused to acknowledge the hilarity. The flowers were wispy and rotting. 

She closed her eyes. “They’ve been there for weeks.”

“So? Maybe he had better things to do with his life than stuff flowers into the vase some girl gave him.” 

“He wasn’t…”

“Doing well? Applause! Brilliance! Someone give her a prize, the girl’s a genius!” The skull smirked from the green jar. “You’ve been convincing yourself that your leaving would solve everything. It just made more problems, and Lucy Caryle doesn’t like that. How dare her brilliant plan not work?”

“Shut up,” Lucy snapped. She tried to smooth her crumpled blue shirt over her waist, doing her best not to glance at Lockwood’s closet door. 

“You’d wear his sweatshirt if you weren’t such a coward,” the Skull said. “Oh wait! You couldn’t bear anyone knowing you have feelings. I bet you’d smell better, though.”

“You’re in a jar! You can’t smell.”

“I can detect the aura,” the Skull remarked with satisfaction. “That god-awful cat is scratching at the door again, Lucy. Oh, for heaven’s sakes. Just put it on and let’s go downstairs, I’m bored silly.”

Lucy slid her hand over the hanging shirts, Lockwood’s one concession to proper organization. She knew he kept a gray sweatshirt hanging somewhere…and really, it was just because she couldn’t go and change at her old apartment, could she? And Holly’s clothes wouldn’t fit her….she swept her hand across the top shelf and knocked something heavy to the floor. 

A blue notebook stared back, tumbling open to reveal closely-written pages. 

“Lucy!” The skull said. “The cat is looking at me. Lucy—”

Lucy knelt and picked up the notebook, smoothing the pages. There was a date in careful ink at the top….With a jolt of recognition, she knew what it was. 

“It’s Lockwood’s diary,” she said quietly. 

The Skull groaned loudly. “Of course he kept a diary. I bet he went to that gloomy graveyard and sat on his parents graves to write in it. But only on windy days so he could mess up his hair and feel something. Oh, Lucy looked at me today,” the Skull moaned, “and I’m such an stupid idiot I just looked back with my mouth hanging open.”

Lucy barely heard. She sat back on her heels, feeling the weight of the notebook in her hands. “What if Lockwood knew something?” She asked. “What if he wrote what cases he was working on? What if it wasn’t a kidnapping? Our cases could have been crossing.”

She tried not to think about all the ways the caller could have abducted him. An invitation to a single case….a note signed in her name, asking to meet privately…

He would have walked into the trap singing. 

Lockwood, she thought desperately, Lockwood, you’re such an idiot…

There was a sudden knock on the door, and Lucy jumped to her feet. She felt off-balence without the rapier attached to her hip. 

Holly peered around the door. Her eyes were shy underneath the long, dark eyelashes, and Lucy wondered disgruntledly when she’d had time to do make-up and her hair. 

“Good morning, Lucy,” Holly said hopefully. “I just wanted to…check on you. There’s food downstairs, if you’d like? You should really eat something. I’ll get you a drink.I—”

“Holly.” Lucy held out the notebook, her voice cracking. “Have you seen this notebook before?”

“It’s Lockwood’s, I think. He carried it around sometimes.” Holly crossed the floor and touched Lucy’s arm gently. “Lucy…we’ll find him. We’ll try everything…”

Lucy looked into Holly’s eyes, searching for some kind of reassurance. She wanted to push the other girl away, she wanted to scream, she wanted to hug her tightly. She wanted things to go back to the way they were; but when was that? There had been good moments, she was sure of it, but all she could remember was standing on the doorstep and looking at Lockwood’s sleep-dazed face and thinking if he dies now I’ve killed him. If he dies now I couldn’t save him or I could and didn’t and —

And so it was better to go while there was time. 

But, Lucy thought, what if the time had already almost run out? 

Across the city, same time 

“Is that really all you’ve got?” Lockwood asked mockingly. “Pitiful.” 

His skull snapped back against the wall with the force of the blow. He sighed, letting himself crumple to the floor and steadying himself against the concrete. His head was spinning badly enough he almost could forget there awful pain in his ribs and the pooling blood beneath him. He thought of Lucy’s smile. Lucy! He should have told her. Something, anything. That he was sorry for loving her like he did; so broken, so painful, in so many pieces. It hasn’t always been like that. He had thought, for a few months, he wasn’t so unfixable after all…That one night she had come to him, running from the darkness, and he had woken with her in his arms in the small hours of the morning. He had felt whole, then. And now —

A hand twisted his face upwards. “You’re thinking of her,” the voice snarled. “She’ll come.”

“She won’t,” Lockwood said with all the strength he could. 

“She will. She has to save you, after all.”

Lockwood sighed, his breath burning his ribs. “She doesn’t have to save me…”

“Maybe not. But she thinks she does. That’s all that’s needed.” The figure chuckled and crouched on the ground. “Do you recognize me, Anthony Lockwood?”

Lockwood stared into the hollow, burning eyes of a man that had changed little in four years. He leaned back and waited for the pain to come.

“Yes,” he said. “I do.” 

to be continued ~

#lockwood and co fanfiction #original fanfic #original fanfiction #Anthony Lockwood fanfiction #Lucy Carlyle fanfiction #Lockwood and co fanfic

[lockwood-fic-recs]

Thanks so much for all the effort you put into this, I've discovered some really cool new fics through this acc! Life's quite hectic though and I struggle to get through lengthy fics ... Do you have any short recs (Ideally less than 4k)? Thank you (:

ah thank you for supporting us!! it's honestly so nice to know that people are enjoying this account <33 completely valid, sometimes life gets in the way of enjoying those long multichapters 😭 don't worry though, we've got you covered! 4k-ish and under recs, coming right up :)) before we start, i also recommend checking out any of the fics in the Lockwood and Co Flash Fiction Collection on AO3! A lot of the ones there seem like the perfect size for you <3

First Question, Alive or Dead? by lemonsharks | T | 4,200 Words | Cot3 | No Warnings

The aftermath of Kensel Green. It takes them a while to get from the ambulance to breakfast table.

2. Old Sun, New Morning by hailqiqi | T | 4,096 Words | Locklyle (mentioned), Lockwood & George & Kipps | No Warnings

It would be nice to be a camp bed, probably. Camp beds didn’t get their plans and belief in reality ripped to shreds in a single night. They just sat on the floor, being too short but still strong enough to hold teenage boys. Unfortunately for Lockwood, his roommates wanted to talk.

3. So This is What it Feels Like to be Home by fastidious_and_a_mess | G | 3,936 Words | Georcy in the context of eventual Cot3 | No Warnings

Having had a frustratingly fruitless research session, George is deeply disappointed to find the kitchen empty of biscuits. Fortunately, they have everything they need to make their own. Unfortunately, Lucy's never baked in her life. Fortunately again, George is a pretty good teacher.

4. Just Before The Walls Come Down by WaitingForMyHogwartsLetter | T | 3,921 Words (Over 3 Chapters) | Pre-Cot3/Platonic Iron Trio (Can Be Read As Either) | No Warnings

Lockwood & Co, a quick study on the physical touch love language from different POVs.

5. Eye of the Beholder by cassiopeia_story | T | 3,661 Words | Locklyle | No Warnings

Lucy is fed up with Lockwood calling her beautiful.

#ask #answered #portland row housekeeping #fic rec #ship: cot3 #ship: locklyle #ship: platonic iron trio #ship: georcy #character: lucy carlyle #character: george cubbins | george karim #character: anthony lockwood #character: quill kipps #character: holly munro #rating: t #rating: g #category: multi #category: f/m #category: m/m #category: gen #status: completed #length: oneshot #length: multichap #author: lemonsharks #author: hailqiqi #author: fastidious_and_a_mess #author: waitingformyhogwartsletter #author: cassiopeia_story #lockwood-fic-recs #lockwood & co #lockwood and co

[taraljc]

somehow I ended up re-watching all of Lower Decks like twice and am in 2000 words into Mariner/Ransom holodeck sexyfunawkwardtimes ridiculousness set after 'Strange Energies' and I missed the memo that this week we're getting Crisis Point 2.

so now I have to figure out do I keep writing? do I wait for the season to end and see what's up?

I don't want to set the story after Beckett and Jennifer have gotten together because I love them together. But the idea of Ransom getting obsessed with Beckett's holodeck workout programmes after she refuses to tell him anything about hers after she saves the day by kicking him repeatedly in the nuts while he is a disembodied head trying to eat the ship, and discovering that she has completely rewritten that scenario on Gelrak V where he's the one still in the cage and she's the one fighting the gigantic guy who likes to read, and he doesn't know whether to be deeply offended or deeply aroused or deeply offended while being deeply aroused just amuses me too much to let it go at the moment.

Plus I tried to explain how Boimler using the holodeck to create an algorithmic predictive behaviour model in order to pre-interview which Beckett then turns into her own personal therapeutic widescreen Star Trek movie complete with lens flare is exactly the sort of thing Reg Barcley would do, only I got all of maybe 30 seconds into 'Hollow Pursuits' before my BFF and flatmate @lemonsharks noped out so hard because of Barclay's incel energy that I felt bad for my teenage self for enjoying that episode tremendously the first time I saw it and not being squicked.

but the fact that Boimler does not see it as problematic in the least is so BOIMLER.

#lower decks #star trek lower decks

[jimabernethy]

Images by @jim_abernethy // I'm just clearing customs shortly but here are a couple of images from some of the guests that successfully made friends with lemon sharks this week! Words cannot express properly this life-changing experience! We had over 10 Tiger sharks and 7 different hammerheads. Hope to see you with us very soon! @jim_abernethy @wildlifevoiceinc @_mafq @marthafernandeztorres @welch_lucy @luissanchezrango #love #compassion #beautiful #lifechanging #inspirational #worthmorealive #savesharks #lemonshark #Bethechangetheworldneeds (at Tiger Beach) https://www.instagram.com/p/CLJ1JQCpUaH/?igshid=zv8kr6ex4jbk

#love #compassion #beautiful #lifechanging #inspirational #worthmorealive #savesharks #lemonshark #bethechangetheworldneeds

[wheremermaidsdwell]

lemonsharks replied to your post: @lemonsharks yeah it was engraving job with the...

Oh man big mood and also would that our is of 15 years ago see our us of now, right?

man if I could reach back in time i’d scream to my younger self to get into therapy and see a psychiatrist. plan. chase dreams. be bold. love and make more friends. i incidentally would still say to fuck it and go to art school but like. try to come out with more of a plan ya feel. 

also to keep writing. take writing courses. boo. boo. I have come to realize that I’m a really good writer. For so long I thought I was terrible. I’m still not good at finishing long stories though. i have so many thousands of words that I just need to finish and oh the stories.

#lemonsharks #i have many thoughts about the this incidentally

[sekritjay]

Jay’s Follow Forever 2017/18 - Fuckin’ Lamestream Sellout Edition

This playlist and all previous follow forevers are available in the links below!

(2014/15 | ►♪♫♫ ) | (2015/16 | ►♪♫♫) | (2016/17 | ►♪♫♫) (2017/18 | ►♪♫♫)

In contrast to last year, this year we’ve collectively been nervously watching what that fucking horse is going to do next, hoping that that horse-catcher is about to tie to noose around both the horse and whichever twat let it in in the hospital in the first place.

So it was with music. Mainstream acts were left in the lurch allowing newcomers to come in and make a name for themselves, reflected in who got featured in last year’s list. This year however big name bands have reminded us that they can show the newbies a thing or two about how hold a tune

Given just how good 2018 has been for music, I left this year’s Follow Forever as late as I could just to jam everything in. I want to take this opportunity to thank all of you for sticking around, filling out my dash with things I actually care about and just y’know... reminding me that I value the friendships I made online as I do in cursed Meatspace

I’m following a few more people this year so a brief explanation - every year I pick out songs that either I associate most closely with you (assoc), or songs that I feel you would like that you may not have heard before (rec) and I always ensure that they’re songs released in the same period as the post. Gotta keep my hipster credo yanno?

Tumblr has had a torrid time in these past couple of weeks and I feel that it’ll be time to move on to pastures new and fresh. Say the word and I’ll be there too

@aliyamirat - (rec) - Nont for Sale - Sudan Archives

@acequeenking - (rec) - I Let Love - Hero Fisher

@actual-hivemarina - (assoc) - Power - Peace

@barbex - (rec) - Wall of Glass - Liam Gallagher

@bettydice - (assoc) - City Looks Pretty - Courtney Barnett

@carboncinicolcaffe - (assoc) - Nothing to Regret - Robinson

@clancybrownseyebrows - (assoc) - you should see me in a crown - Billie Eilish

@codenamecynic - (rec) - On the Subject of Breathing - Bryde

@cognitiveinequality -(assoc) -  Bathed in Light - The Dirty Nil

@continuous-spec - (rec) - Different - The Academic

@curiouscanvas - (rec) - Be More Kind - Frank Turner

@dakoyone - (assoc) - Sober - Mahalia

@darthfruitbasket - (rec) - Beauty Queen - Zuzu

@dearophelia - (rec) - Babywoman - Charlotte Carpenter

@eletaniia - (assoc) - Samaritans - IDLES

@eponymous-rose - (rec) - Love Has All Been Done Before - Jade Bird

@faejilly - (rec) - Saturday Sun - Vance Joy

@ferociousqueak - (assoc) - Paradise - George Ezra

@fistfulofgammarays - (rec) - Strong References - Drug Church

@fortunesque - (rec) - Albion - Friede Merz

@fourthage - (rec) - Hi Hello - Johnny Marr

@itsmyfreakin - (rec) - Give It All Away - Sydnee Carter

@interstellarperformance - (rec) - Be My Mistake - The 1975

@jadesabre301 - (assoc) - Turn - The Wombats

@janiemcpants - (rec) - Nightmares - Easy Life

@kiramaesavestheworld - (assoc) - Too Much Fun - Sea Girls

@lady-z13 - (rec) - Too Real - Fontaines D.C

@ladysmaragdina - (rec) - Love Ain’t Enough - Jacob Banks

@laur-rants - (assoc) - Out of My Mind - Brooke Bentham

@lemonsharks - (rec) - Touchdown - Imbibe

@loquaciousquark - (rec) - New Houses - Two Door Cinema Club-

@maxxiedemon - (rec) - Ventura - City of the Sun

@musanocturnis - (rec) - Everytime - Boy Pablo

@mystery-moose - (assoc) -  One Point Perspective - Arctic Monkeys

@onetruetea - (rec) - The Shadow - Millie Turner

@orchidcactus - (rec) - If You Wanna Love Somebody - Tom Odell

@pagerunner​ - (rec) - Restoration - Grace Gillespie

@pandapez - (assoc) - When We Wake Up - Asylums

@pearwaldorf - (rec) - Vintage - NIKI

@prideling - (rec) - Blue Lights - Jorja Smith

@probablylostrightnow - (assoc) - Champion - Barns Courtney

@proserpine-in-phases - (rec) - Charlemagne - Blossoms

@servantofclio - (rec) - You’re the One - Stereo Honey

@shadesofmauve - (rec) - Curse of the Contemporary - Laura Marling

@shadoedseptmbr - (rec) - Records - Demons of Ruby Mae

@siawrites - (rec) - Moonlight - KAWALA

@sinvraal - (rec) - No Pressure - The Kooks

@skybound2 - (rec) - Heart of You - Kim Churchill

@stabby-salamander - (assoc) - Loaded - Miles Kane

@stationlittle - (rec) - Seul - Caleb Kunle

@swaps55 - (assoc) - Holy Mountain - Noel Gallagher’s High Flying Birds

@syzara - (assoc) - Grace - Lewis Capaldi

@tarysande - (assoc) - Sky Full of Song - Florence + The Machine

@tetrahedrals - (assoc) - I Love LA - Starcrawler

@theherocomplex - (assoc) - Mother Whale - Megan Airlie

@theladyw - (rec) - Talia - King Princess

@thessalian - (rec) - Sometimes - Gerry Cinnamon

@thewebmonkey - (rec) - Youth in Overload - Crewel Intentions

@thievinghippo - (rec) - No Roots - Alice Merton

@thisonelikesaliens - (rec) - Miracle - CHVRCHES

@twigcollins - (rec) - Your Dog - Soccer Mommy

@venatoris - (rec) - Crowded City - Black Honey

@w0rdinista - (rec) - Strangers - Tia Gostelow

@zendelai - (rec) - Take It or Leave it - RedFaces

Thanks again for everything. Truly. I hope that you remain on my dashboard for as long as possible. And if anything’s broken send me a message, I haven’t checked any of the links ¬-¬

#music #follow forever #no but srs this year has been great for music

[hornkerling]

Tresspasser thoughts - Nasrin

part 1 of some angst-fluff for @lemonsharks - ties in to most of the ficlets I’ve written about this pair, but especially this one. 

Eluvians hurt. Vivienne was used to magical costs. Any discipline worth its metaphysical salt demanded something in exchange, even if you refused to turn Tevinter. Vivienne told countless students as much, in he grim years before Celene’s court.

Now, mirror melting round her, eyes full of grit and heartbeat pressing up too close against the inside of her skin, a part of her wished she could push her younger self down the stairs.

“Vivienne?” Nasrin stood on the other side, good hand out to catch her as she staggered under what felt like the weight of re-forming bones. Theologically fascinating. But ghastly. “You still with me?”

“Always, darling.”

Nasrin stared at her, ashy under rift-light, all bloodshot eyes and old sweat and concern. “I don’t think bodies are meant for this,” she said. “Not ours, anyway.”

“No shit.” That was Bull, sill towering above all the spindly trees and broken stone structures around them, even hunched over and wiping his face with the back of his hand.

Vivienne shook her head. “Honestly,” she said. “The pair of you are quite tedious.”

“Won’t you complain?” Nasrin said, with a tiny smile. “Even a little? Join in the fun?”

“Divines don’t have any fun,” Bull said. “If they did, think you’d be slumming it with the Inquisition for two years, boss?”

“That’s quite enough from you.”

“Apologies, ma’am.”

Look at us, Vivienne thought. Bickering our way between worlds.

The three of them were scratched and limping, each trip through the mirrors leaving a little less behind, and Vivienne wasn’t sure if she wanted to freeze Bull solid for making the Nasrin blush, or embrace the ridiculous, insightful ben hassrath for distracting all of them from the way they could all see the bones in the Inquisitor’s left hand. If they could all bicker, they were safe from flash fevers and twisting wolf puzzles and the way Nasrin was pushed, fist first, into each Eluvian, the rest of her body a gaunt, unwilling passenger no matter how much she swore or fought.

Though, she mused. I shouldn’t think of him as ben hassrath now, after that last fight. Vivienne still shuddered when she thought of the brief, lost look on Bull’s face when Viddasala named him Hissrad. A moment of held breath and weighed options—a game Vivienne did not understand.

She was glad she did not have to kill him. Glad she and Nasrin did not have to try and save the other from the death of a friend.  

Unsettling thoughts.

Nasrin sighed, letting her good hand close around Vivienne’s left. “I’ve gone soft,” she said. “Hunts were easier five years ago.”

“Only because the stakes are higher, marquise.”

An echo of a smile for that. “I thought this was all going to be meetings and ceremony,” she said. “I was prepared. I was going to be bored stupid and it was going to be fine.”

“Bored stupid,” Vivienne murmured. “Not with me, surely.”

She laughed as Nasrin blushed under her layer of grime.

“When we complete this task, Inquisitor,” Vivienne said, squeezing Nasrin’s hand, “We are going back to the palace baths.”

“Um. I—” even here, it was a joy watching her squirm under a light hold and few words. “We’re not done.”

“No, dear,” Vivienne said. “Not at all.”

Nasrin knew what the others were doing, Did her best to join in the banter, let herself unravel a little as Vivienne warmed and teased the way they hadn’t managed in years. Not in person. She let Bull complain and mock them both and did her best not to sit on the uncanny ground laughing until she wailed.

The world always narrowed down to small things.

Fighting Viddasala, feeling herself fray around pain in her hand that felt more solid than the rest of her body, Nasrin remembered the Fade. The slow drip down her back that said she was random chance and poor luck, instead of anyone’s Herald. She remembered hopelessness and fears writ large on tombstones and Hawke’s wild-eyed instance that they all run, that this was her hunt, not Nasrin’s. She remembered bowing before the image of the Divine until even she knew it was a wistful snatch of spirit – an echo of a human leader who did harm as well as good. The loss, so huge then, felt bruise-like now.

If you are frightened, marquise, Vivienne had told her in the panicky, crowded midst of it, one hand over Nasrin’s mouth and the title a barb between them, pretend. Until you don’t need to.

Not with you, she’d said against the other woman’s palm. Foolish and besotted and only half knowing it. I don’t pretend with you.

Now, Nasrin knew herself a liar. She pretended with all her strength, ignoring her own face and everything Vivienne could probably read from it by letting the damned anchor drag her where it will. She fought. She fell over. She dropped her left dagger forgetting that her fingers didn’t want to bend. She let herself blush and love and lose herself whenever she and Vivienne had half seconds of privacy and she pretended, the whole way through, that it was another quest, another puzzle. That she wasn’t sure, with each Eluvian, that she was about to die.

Nasrin knew what the others were doing. She did it right back, until she found herself the only one standing among Qunari statues and yellowing grass.

“I suspect,” Solas said, as Nasrin staggere forward, scanning for the bodies of her friends in the ruins, “You have questions.”

Pretend, marquise. And when we complete this task…

“Solas,” Nasrin said, “Have I ever wanted to hear one of your endless explanations?”

She lifted her head as pain shot up her arm, a small, dazed part of her enjoying Solas’s annoyed expression and storing it up for for a later she wasn’t sure was real. “Ever?”

She did, she think, sound like herself. Inquisitor. Serrault’s unlucky Marquise. Vivienne’s blessed Right Hand. Exhausted.

Nasrin.

#nasrin/vivienne #nasrin trevelyan de serault #madame vivienne #trespasser dlc #the iron bull #yes I have an obsession with how eluvians probably screw with your insides if you're not an elf #also wow I am out of practice #my fic #my writing

[pencildragons]

the amount of sheer heartbreak that harlan put into his performance of john in ep 41 ................ john baby i am wrapping you up in a big fluffy blanket

#RUINED ME BROKE ME #john doe #masked #malevolent #malevolent s5 #lemonshark words #malevolent pod #malevolent 41

[mihrsuri]

More friends + fic recs

Listen do you like gorgeous plotty AUs and also I am reliably told some of the best written porn/kink you could possibly imagine (I can’t read it but like THE VIBES) then you should totally read my saati @shes-a-voodoo-child - she mostly writes wrestling but she’s written A Lot Of Things. Also great poly.

I haven’t read any of @gen-is-gone fic but I just know that they are great because the way she writes on tumblr I just !!!! It’s so thoughtful and lyrical and great about trauma and EVERYTHING.

@bibliothekara writes gorgeous funny brilliant everything but especially character studies + trauma.

@kawuli and @lorata - my saati @kawuli has thee most amazingly written hunger games fic that makes the world make so so much sense and @lorata has the Best World Building That I Have Adopted like, her District 2 is so so real to me these days I want to have a detailed conversation about it one day.

@lemonsharks has the best AUs and the best words.

@herawell and @rahabs indulge me in writing my niche OT3 and just, the words they are so lyrical and wonderful and fantastic and I make flailing noises every single time. I AM SO HONOURED ALWAYS

@eidetictelekinetic is one of my top five Tudors fic writers and somehow now we are friends! Also the person who genuinely made me think I could write the OT3 verse and have an audience for it maybe because she wrote Handmaid.

#fic rec #friends fic rec

[trulycertain]

Tru’s (Probably Too) Exhaustive Dorian Fic Rec List

The opportunity to rec came up. So I recced... and then kept reccing. And then recced some more. Oops. Look, I’m just going to put this great big list here so it can bother everyone else. Still working on tracking down the writers’ Tumblr names and will add them as I go, but if you like the fics, please go and cheer them on!

Trevelyan/Dorian:

imago, by twigcollins (T, 89k) - Unfinished, and that's a tragedy; it has that amount of kudos for a reason. A brilliant Trevelyan and amazing Dorian characterisation that gets that mix of "crazy-smart" and "funny-but-tragic" just right. And the magic is amazingly written. 

you shall love your neighbour / with your crooked heart, by pentaghastly (T, 2k) - pretty well-known, and very good. Beautiful piningfic. 

Circumstance, by jenny_of_oldstones (G, 1.3k) - Short and sad. A piece about the differences between Tevinter and southern Circles, and what could have been.

Wool Socks, by aliencereal (E, 1.7k) - Characterisation through smut. Wanking, pining and... socks? 

tell me what you want to hear, by shirozora (Unrated, 1.6k) - "Amatus" and angst. 

five fates for you and i, by LoonyLupin (G, 2.8k) - AUs and angst, including death, a worse In Hushed Whispers, one where Halward's ritual worked... Basically, it felt like getting a really well-written kick in the face. And if you can get through that beautiful letter without crying a little, you have a harder heart than me.

Everybody Loves A Fruit Basket, by AsheRyder (Unrated, A G if I had to?, 950 words) - Bees and books and daftness and Dorian in rescue mode, and also Trevelyan being startled and impressed.

Lavellan/Dorian:

Horrible Delicacies of Thedas, by 3jarsofbees (T, 5.6k) - Ridiculous foodfic. It's by the creator of the Thedasbook posts, which should tell you everything. I recommend the rest of their series with this Lavellan, too; hilarious and clever and a little heartbreaking when it needs to be. 

A Tale of Mage & Reaver, by darthammonite (E, 31k) - Another one of those where it is unfinished and that makes me want to cry. One of my favourite fics... ever, pretty much. Just the right mix of funny and tragic for Dorian, with perfect character voice and friendships. Hilarious, with plenty of brilliant characterisation even in the smut. As I said to the writer, "Thanks, I think this is the first time I've nearly cried reading a handjob." 

Greatest of these, by Lindira (T, 3.8k)  - Insanely sweet weddingfic. I was there thinking, "This is so fluffy, it should make me want to throw up, but it's so beautifully written it's making me teary instead." 

How To Train Your Dragon (Age), by magisterpavus (E, 117k) - A good slow-build and a lot of sweetness. 

Adaar/Dorian

Not The Flirtatious Type, by Scientia_Fantasia (T, 2.6k) – Funny, awkward and sweet. A fic about Qunari supersenses coming in handy, and cultural confusion. 

for my heart, chain mail, by mywordsflyup (T, 1k) – An old favourite that always breaks my heart. “Dorian doesn’t cry. It’s a thing, and Adaar has noticed.” A piece about Dorian’s emotional state after Last Resort of Good Men. 

Nerd Love, by seven_corbies (About a T, about 1k?) - Two nerds. Being great big nerds. In love. Funny, sweet and ridiculous.

Of Cloves & Of Noon, by Byacolate, mywordsflyup (M, 40k) – Unfinished, but if they ever finished it I would probably jump up and down and try to offer them chocolate, and what there is is fantastic. Or “that beekeeper AU.” This is… probably the fic that got me into Dorian/Inq in general, and probably where I went, “This is going to be a problem, isn’t it?”In which Dorian takes residence in his family’s Free Marches estate, and Adaar is the beekeeper living not quite at the bottom of his garden, but close enough. A lovely slow build with vivid imagery and beautifully-written characters. Dorian is so very Dorian, and Adaar is kind and mysterious and incredibly readable. Feels like taking a holiday… er, with more Tal-Vashoth. 

Curare, by littleblackdog (T, 2.8k) - Really adorable sickfic.

Cadash/Dorian

(seriously, if you know of some more fics for this pairing, please nudge me; I absolutely love it)

things you said with no space between us, by lemonsharks (G, 1k) - Crap families and Last Resort of Good Men. Poignant and beautifully-observed.

Gen

Beautiful Boy, by despommes (M, 11k) - Some of this has been jossed by WoT, etc., but it’s a beautifully woven and very plausible backstory, and it is both well-written and immensely depressing (in a good way! And it’s ultimately the hopeful sort of depressing). A character study of Dorian through the years (which is why I put it here, though it contains some Trevelyan/Dorian). Also, worth warning you: there’s a pretty graphic scene of attempted suicide in there. It doesn’t succeed, but even so.

Hangry in the Western Approach, by 3jarsofbees - Funny, silly and kind of captures everything I love about DAI.

octogenarian chemists, by aphreal - Theoretical physicist Dorian. Maths professor Adaar. Mutual coffee addiction BrOTP. What more can I say?

#recs #fic #dorian x inquisitor #dorian pavus #dragon age inquisition #dragon age #sometimes people ask me for recs #and i know i've done lists like this for cullen and alistair #so #here we go #reclist

[darthfruitbasket]

@a-man-adrift​ tagged me in this thing

The Rules: Post the last sentence you wrote and tag as many people as there are words!

“No one will believe me until the Reapers kick down the door, but I was able to buy us time before that happens.”

No pressure at all tagging:

@lemonsharks @servantofclio @probablylostrightnow @knifeofdaudwall @chyrstis @musanocturnis @lordprotectorattano @dusterluster @faejilly @enbynoctis @scientistsalarian @scottrydcrs @seigephoenix @kestrelsansjesses... I’m out of people off the top of my head.

[taraljc]

Housework did not get done. Sky High story stalled at 22k words thanks to depression spiral, bank account has negative $300 balance, and allergies have ramped up my asthma.

however on the upside @lemonsharks came over with homemade challah and goat cheese spread and it was amazing and we watched Detective Pikachu.

[jimabernethy]

#Repost from my conservation friend @pretty_awesome_nature @download.ins --- Would you like to do this? Today we’re talking to @jim_abernethy, the 1 person on the planet that we know of is teaching his guests everyday how to make friends with any Apex Predator! He uses love and affection to do this! He’s been doing this for many years successfully and as strange as this is, the predator he uses is the most feared animal on the planet... the SHARK! Would you like to be one of Jim’s guests? 🦈 Join us TODAY for TALKING SHARKS, an Instagram Live Session with @jim_abernethy 1ST OF JULY AT 12.30 (EDT, FLORIDA) / 18.30 (CET) 🦈 Please spread the word, cause “the more the merrier”! 🦈 Set a reminder through our Insta Stories and join us! 🦈 Also, you can ask questions upfront in the comments below. We welcome kids especially to ask the shark questions they always wanted to ask. See you there? 🦈 Other details through the link in bio of @pretty_awesome_nature 🦈 Video by @Jim_abernethy 🦈 PS: make sure to follow @jim_abernethy and @pretty_awesome_nature before the live session! 🦈 Top tip: bookmark this post to read back later! Icon on the right below the photo ;) 🦈 #PrettyAwesomeNature #JimAbernethy #sharks #biology #bansharkfinning #sharklover #wildlifephotography #wildlife #wildlifeexperience #bucketlist #bucketlisttravel #instatravel #shark #sharkdive #finbannow #sharkfinning #naturelovers #natureconservation #predator #sharkconservation #tiburon #oceanlife #uwphotography #nurseshark #lemonshark #greynurseshark #hammerhead (at Tiger Beach) https://www.instagram.com/p/CCGbC7eJvc7/?igshid=12i8ehc4ragmi

#repost #prettyawesomenature #jimabernethy #sharks #biology #bansharkfinning #sharklover #wildlifephotography #wildlife #wildlifeexperience #bucketlist #bucketlisttravel #instatravel #shark #sharkdive #finbannow #sharkfinning #naturelovers #natureconservation #predator #sharkconservation #tiburon #oceanlife #uwphotography #nurseshark #lemonshark #greynurseshark #hammerhead

[d4rkr0se]

lemonsharks: penrosesun: guidetodreaming: One of the most important things I learned in my Language and the Law class is that law enforcement will intentionally misinterpret every type of statement asking for a lawyer as not asking for a lawyer. Even directly saying it like this “I will not speak to you without a lawyer” can be taken as a simple statement of fact rather than a request for a lawyer. You literally have to state “I am now invoking my right to a lawyer” and every time they try to proceed with an interrogation you have to answer every question with “I am invoking my right to have a lawyer present”. You can’t just tell them you won’t talk without a lawyer or that you want a lawyer. You have to state that you are invoking your rights. Otherwise they could just say “well they just said they wouldn’t speak without a lawyer present. That’s not invoking their rights to a lawyer. It’s just stating a fact.” even just stating your right to a lawyer doesn’t count! PLEASE share this addition. I am a lawyer who works in criminal defense, and this is one of the most avoidable things that people consistently get wrong about the Miranda rights. Here are some more “ambiguous” phrases which courts have found DO NOT invoke your right to a lawyer: “Maybe I should speak to my lawyer first.” “I might like a lawyer.” “I think I should have a lawyer present for this.” “Could I speak to my lawyer first?” “How long until my lawyer gets here?” And perhaps most egregiously – “Get me a lawyer, dawg – ‘cause this is not what’s up.” Here are the magic phrases which you need to know if you want to invoke your Miranda rights: 1) “Am I free to leave?” It’s worth asking this even if the answer is obvious. Even if the officer does not let you leave, by forcing them to admit that you are not free to leave, you are creating a record which your attorney can use to prove that you were in custody. Miranda rights only apply if the interrogation is custodial, meaning that police officers will frequently claim that their suspects were “not in custody” to get around their Miranda rights. 2) “I am invoking my right to remain silent.” Simply staying silent will not invoke your right to remain silent. As absurd as this is, you must explicitly say that you are invoking your right to remain silent in order to invoke that right. 3) “I am invoking my right to an attorney.” As stated above, you must be not only clear and unambiguous, but clear and legally unambiguous. Don’t get cute. Don’t get sassy. And on the flip side, don’t get intimidated and use verbal ticks to minimize your request. Say the line with those words exactly – say it clearly, and say it once, and then say nothing else. Because even after you’ve done all this, the police can still try to get you to talk. They’re not supposed to interrogate you, but they’re allowed to make casual conversation, and if that conversation just happens to circle back around to the thing they wanted to question you about, well, that’s really your fault for talking after you said you wouldn’t, isn’t it? Can’t possibly fault the poor officers when you initiated – if you really wanted to have your rights respected, you wouldn’t have talked to them in the first place. The police know this, and they will mercilessly exploit this loophole. So, once you’ve successfully invoked your Miranda rights, any and all conversation you have with police officers will put those rights back into jeopardy. Putting it all together: Ask: “Am I free to leave?” If they say no, say: “I am invoking my right to remain silent and I am invoking my right to an attorney.” And then shut up and do not say a single thing to them for any reason whatsoever until you have actually spoken to an attorney. Yes, even if it takes hours. Yes, even if they start talking to you about something else. Finally, a very important disclaimer: I may be a lawyer, but I’m not your lawyer, and I cannot guarantee that what I’ve just laid out here will always work for every situation. We didn’t get to this bizarre and absurd place overnight – we built this ridiculous system piecemeal, by deciding on a case-by-case basis that certain phrases were “too ambiguous” or certain types of questioning weren’t actually questioning at all. The law is still in flux, and is still fundamentally out to get you, and willing to bend plain meaning beyond all recognition to do it. Even if you invoke your rights perfectly, exactly as I have specified above, there’s a chance that your invocation of rights will be disqualified on some new technicality that no one’s even thought of yet – and that’s precisely the problem. Watch this video: “Don’t Talk To The Police”

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