Jazz | Cuda/Scylla on Ao3 | 40s | She/her.
Mostly cats, art, harkstiel fic, sastiel fic, writer encouragement, Good Omens and The Untamed flotsam, and the odd unicorn.
*buys a half gallon of milk* *uses it all within a few days* *decided to buy a gallon of milk to not run out before next shopping trip* *uses a teaspoon of milk that week and it goes bad somehow* *buys a quart of milk instead so it won’t go bad* *uses it in one day* *buys a quart and a half gallon of milk because the gallon was too much but the half gallon was not enough* *only uses the half gallon* *gives up on milk for a few days in general* *buys a gallon of milk again just to tempt fate* *somehow uses all of it without realizing and then has to eat sad cereal with like the 5 drops of remaining milk*
i'll momentarily interrupt the sam-posting to wish @adeliadrawstuff a very happy birthday <3 may you have a fantastic year! I hope you like this little gift (i barely made it on time....) <3
she asked for cas & bees or cas and music... since recently ben edlund spoke about bees, I had this idea that wouldn't go away.
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Seeing other writers on tumblr talk about writing is so validating because all of them are basically:
“I hate writing but I love it more than anything but it’s agony but I have a million stories to put to paper but I barely ever write a word”
And like I’ve always felt this way and I worried it meant I wasn’t supposed to be a writer, which tore me to shreds. But no. That’s just the curse of being one, I guess.
Here’s your angsty harkstiel headcanon for the afternoon.
Jack met Castiel by chance before he met the Doctor. Maybe it was war-torn London, maybe it was some far flung planet far in the future, where one lonely traveler comforted another. He has no idea what an impression he left on Castiel, or even what he was.
But even if he’s never seen the angel since, he’s dreamed about him. Not often, maybe a handful of times a century, but boy, are they memorable. Flying biplanes over France like a pair of sunfishing dolphins. Screaming down a lonely Umbrian road on an old motorcycle, spires of trees and gilded fields whipping by, Castiel a hot wall against his back and hips. Spitting gravel from the tires of a jeep at midnight in a hilly wasteland, and this time Castiel is driving, and Jack has his hand between the stranger’s thighs.
All that heat and crazy speed and joy. Jack never sees the unwinding dragon, the storm, the smoke of the wildfire behind them. Never knows that what they’re running from are the worst of his nightmares. Never knows he’s being watched and protected.
One lonely traveler, wounded and trapped in the dark, does what he can to shield the man who once did the same for him.
Imagine Castiel finds Jack’s real birthdate. Then applies the appropriate maths to suss out when that is on the Gregorian calendar, relative position in the universe, etc. All because he needs juuuuust enough of a reason to do something he’s been spoiling to Bend The Rules for.
A really good birthday present. That’s excuse… I mean… reason… enough.
So Castiel goes hunting.
He’s agreed not to rifle in Jack’s time lines unless asked to. It wasn’t a difficult promise - Castiel damn near offered it first. When your partner’s immortal and you’re omniscient - for all practical senses of the word - it’s a bit hard to keep the mystery alive.
Castiel only knows what Jack’s told him or invited him to see. And he does know about the Daleks, and about why Jack is what he is.
So he goes hunting.
For one particular Dalek, in one particular hallway, just rounding the corner again after a successful extermination.
Castiel watches it happen. He wants to be sure he has the RIGHT Dalek, and he also wants to ensure the timelines remain undamaged. So much relies on this single moment. So many lives depend on Castiel not saving the life of one man. One man whom he loves, all bravado and black leather and oh, so very mortal on this satellite.
The Dalek who fired the shot will not be missed.
Because Castiel is an Angel of the Lord, he takes only what he came for. Because he is an Angel of the Lord, he knows how to make the death a slow one.
On the morning of his birthday, Jack finds Castiel waiting with a cupcake and a shag and promises of a present.
The present, it turns out, is a lamp.
A Dalek lamp.
It’s both horrifying and gorgeous all at once, with ornate stained glass panels where the iconic metal nubs should be. Jack learns the whole story in tones that range hesitant to defiant, and laughs until he cries, and doesn’t let himself think too hard about the implications.
one thing i haven't really seen in all this analysis of niche microtrend revival is that this was an ongoing process in the past also. like... one thing that has been conspicuously missing from 90s-00s period historical dramas is the absence of deee-lite or pizzicato 5 mod/disco revival. alongside it there were elements of like, baroque pop revival (a 60s niche microtrend) that permeate as far as manic street preachers or danny elfman, and i think this is what eventually morphed into the jon brion and yann tiersen era of alternative music. there was a rockabilly episode in daria, that scene was solidly adjacent to ska the whole time. goths and punks never really at any point stopped doing the 80s. i can understand why you can't do a revival-revival easily because the distinctions are so difficult to pin down and it would be so fussy, but one example i can point to is to look at what textiles and production tools were new at the time and which scenes overlapped. disco differs significantly from 90s disco revival in fashion because chaka khan was wearing things more like organza and rayon and polyester while lady miss kier was designing her own nylon and spandex and producing album art on an apple desktop. giorgio moroder was bridging the analog to digital transition and picking up synths from europe, donna summer was a theater summer stock actress. does any of this really matter? no, but if you're styling a vintage photoshoot or doing a theme party you can throw in paisley and bellbottoms, a zoot suit, or denim and spikes. they were all there
For the nonny who earlier mentioned coming over the Sastiel hate.
Don’t know who you are but I hope this makes you happy :)
I’ll probably try to watercolor this wip tonight.