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kylobith · 4 months

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Last updated: 11 April 2024

Greetings, traveller!

Since I am planning to write more from now on, having retrieved a bit of creativity over the past few months, I thought it would be handy to create a masterlist to make it easier to find them here.

At the moment, my writing is focused on Tolkien and The Lord of the Rings in general, so brace yourselves for quite a few of those, even if they're just drabbles! I am currently working on a five-part story on Éomer, but I expect to write a bit more on my favourite character, Faramir.

I do expect to write some drabbles centred on the characters of Baldur's Gate 3, probably centred around Astarion, Karlach, Gale and Halsin.

Eventually, I might dabble in The Boys as well for obvious *cough* Karl Urban *cough* reasons.

I will add some of my old ones on Stranger Things as well, some of which I must admit I don't think I will finish (just lost the inspiration for those I'm afraid!)

If I have enough time to write in the future (it's tricky for now), I might even accept some commissions for short stories, but we'll see about that in time, no promises haha

Expect to find fluff and angst, but also some smut from time to time. Everything will be properly tagged.

Note: Some older fanfictions with multiple chapters will only contain the Ao3 link. I don't know yet if I'll really post every single chapter on here.

Anyway, if you take the time to read my stuff, I'm extremely grateful and I hope you will enjoy whatever I put out there! If you wish to be tagged on new releases, don't hesitate to ask and I'll make sure to do so :)

Everything is available on my Ao3 account

Enjoy!

Tolkien/Lord of the Rings

Engraved On My Heart

(Éomer x FemOC) Éomer unexpectedly bonds with Éorhild, a maid in his service. Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 (Note: Part 1 was published on my sideblog, but the other parts will all be posted on this blog instead) In progress

Lord of the Rings Week 2023

Event organised by @lotr20 to celebrate the 20th anniversary of The Return of the King. One to three prompts per day. Day 1: Home (Poem - Merry, Pippin, Faramir, Éowyn, Sam, Rosie, Éomer, Lothíriel) Day 2: Language | Culture | Beauty (Faramir x Éowyn, Éomer) Day 3: Fear | Courage (Éomer, Merry, Pippin) Day 4: Friendship | Loyalty (Legolas, Gimli, rest of the Fellowship except Boromir) Day 5: Loss | Despair (Boromir, Faramir, Denethor) Day 6: Triumph | Healing | Hope (Sam, Frodo) Day 7: The Return of the King 20th anniversary (The Fellowship, Arwen, Faramir, Éowyn, Elrond, Théoden, Éomer, Théodred) Completed

Baldur's Gate 3

The Little Tiefling

(Gale of Waterdeep x Tav) While Tav is resting, Gale seizes the opportunity to bond with his daughter by reading her a story. Completed

The Trick

(Gale of Waterdeep x Tav) In all his life, Gale never imagined undertaking such a difficult task. But he must. Short prequel to The Little Tiefling Completed

Under the Oak Leaves

(Halsin & Gender-neutral drow Tav) After the Tiefling party, Tav feels melancholic and isolates themself from the camp. Halsin finds them and is set on alleviating their pain. Completed

Little Town Tails

(Halsin x Fem!Tav) After saving up for years, Halsin settles and opens his veterinary practice in a quaint little town. Beyond patients, he finds friends and love, but also trouble. When a business mogul agrees with the mayor to buy local shops for the implementation of his coffee chain to make Heawick more touristic, Halsin's practice is threatened. It will take more than a good word to save his lifetime project. Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 In progress

Star Wars

The Inner Battle (Ao3 only)

(Kylo Ren/Ben Solo & OC Bounty hunter) One year after the destruction of Starkiller, the First Order still dominates the Galaxy. Kylo Ren ventures in the Mid-Rim territories, tracking a target on Ord Mantell, whom he knows will help him achieve a secret mission he has been planning since the beginning... In progress - Editing Note: Chapters might be eventually posted on Tumblr, but for now it's a bit tricky due to the fic's size (I have about 50 chapters written!)

Stranger Things

Swords and Hoops

(Steve Harrington x Reader) Steve meets you at the Palace arcade after you come back from your holidays in California. Completed

Steady (Ao3 only)

(Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington) As they recover from the final confrontation with Vecna, Eddie and Steve bond and realise that they bring out the best version of each other. But not only... Completed

Time After Time (Ao3 only)

(Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington) Sequel to Steady. Steve and Eddie start over in Seattle, yet a new obstacle comes to stand in their way: coming to terms with their queerness. In progress

The Holiday Fling (Ao3 only)

(Eddie Munson x Fem!OC) Summer of 1987. Arwen Lewis spends her holidays in Arkansas after moving to the USA from Wales. One night, she meets Eddie Munson, who turns what was supposed to be a camping trip into the best summer of their lives. In progress

Rock You Like A Hurricane

(Billy Hargrove x FemReader) [NSFW] [Smut] Billy pays you an unexpected visit when you're home alone. The night ends quite differently than you thought... Completed

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sgiandubh · 5 months

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Hi, LOL here. That’s little old lady 😆. You certainly have livened up a fandom which was maybe a little bit on autopilot. I’ve followed the shipper fandom almost from the beginning, stumbling upon Jess’s blog during the first droughtlander during S1. I’ve always stayed on the periphery because my blog focus and love is nature and wildlife. Anyway, I think your assessment of Caitriona is dead on. For a long time now I’ve thought SM really isn’t her strong point, too often she’s pissed off or pissing off her some of her fans. If I were her I’d probably stay off SM altogether and maybe have an assistant post about occasional projects to promote. As for Sam and Cait, after seeing hundreds (thousands?) of receipts I’m firmly in the married with children camp.

Dear Old Lady Anon,

Good morning. Are you a returning visitor? If not, welcome. If so, welcome.

I have no particular merits and this is not an ego peacocking page (unlike many others in this fandom, enough said). I have no sources and certainly no timelines to offer, but I do have a brain and I am not afraid to use it. There are many 'prehistoric' blogs that slowly turned to essentially sharing wildlife/history/travel pics, and I always thought that was a way to keep a toe dipped in the fandom's cesspool, without really having to comment or closely follow The Shenanigans. I do not know/want to know more than you'd like to share, so I take it at your word.

Oh, but she has a PA/media manager. A lazy, unkempt individual whom I'd fire on the spot. Enough said. The real C has left that building a while ago.

Anyways, thank you for your kindness and for dropping by!

#Anon

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scoobydoodean · 4 months

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the reaction to that quiz was very funny. definitely a 'how fake dean!girls look when real dean!girls come at them' moment. never seen so many people start frothing at the mouth over a harmless joke

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Tbh my perception of the uquiz was that it mainly upset deancrit casgirls, though the deangirls who follow them certainly weren't happy with me either. Granted, I didn't take very much care not to offend people when I posted the uquiz, because I didn't expect it to spread (I intended it for a handful of mutuals and followers). But literally the questions were like, True or False?

Dean is not largely responsible for Sam and Cas's emotional issues.

Dean desires to control everyone in his life. It's a defining facet of his character.

People should have laughed at Dean's jokes more.

Dean is the better brother.

The finale is bad.

And multiple replies in the notes were like, "I just love nuance!" Ah yes... the extreme "nuance" to Dean being largely responsible for two other adults problems and choices... his adult baby children who need to suckle at his nursing tits. <<<< This sort of "mean" language from me developed... almost immediately after the uquiz drama cooled off because I kept seeing even more condescension being hurled at Deangirls on their blogs and at that point had a lot more first-hand experience with the underlying arrogance and mean-spirited desperation for control behind it. I simply had enough.

Literally I had a meme blog at the time I posted that uquiz (well—still do but don't use it much) with about 40 times the followers I had on this account when I posted that quiz in April, and I used my meme account for years to make fun of Sam, Dean, Cas, and a variety of other characters, and my jokes weren't always super nice. People got mad at me sometimes, but never more than two or three at a time. Never once over years of using that blog to post memes every single day (while the show was airing too—so more traffic) did I get a reaction even remotely like the reaction that uquiz got and it is endlessly funny.

I returned here in early 2023 (after being mostly absent in 2022) seeing a lot of very odd things. For one, people were freely interacting with each other more, which I thought was great (I remembered an spnblr characterized by extremely insular attitudes). However, within the notes of some of the posts that I and others were writing, I noticed a thinly-veiled message from certain camps responding: "I don't like this post. I don't like what you said, and neither do my friends, and you should watch what you say."

It was honestly pretty transparent in a few different cases despite, often enough, a friendly mask. I was told very quickly, for example, that discussing Emma as if she was actually Dean's daughter (she quite literally was) is considered old and tired and no one wanted to hear it (this was on a post Emma's parentage had... almost nothing to do with btw, and that more largely, was about hypocrisy in deancrit circles over Dean committing acts of violence against children—and that post had done well, so clearly other people were actually fine with it). Tbh, it felt like, covered by a "friendly", "joking" exterior—someone was putting an arm around my shoulder as I entered a new environment and telling me "the way things are" and how I ought to assimilate.

I was told that making memes pointing out the gigantic blinders people spewing deancrit were wearing was in bad taste, because Dean is "popular", therefore it makes sense that he receives the most criticism (Thor voice: does it really?) and saw other posts stating the same. I saw multiple posts where people said they were "tired" of people talking about Dean... not a specific take on Dean—but Dean as a whole—when absolutely no one was preventing them from controlling what they saw on their own dash, unfollowing accounts that largely discussed characters they didn't want to talk about, or filtering whatever names they wanted—no—that wasn't good enough—they needed to control what other people were posting, and make them stop talking about Dean on their own blogs. They were literally trying to control how other people had fun in their own spaces.

At the same time, I was seeing someone I'd just begun following for a string of posts (and subsequent brigading that occurred over it) getting hounded for nothing more than posting a poll featuring events that canonically occur in Supernatural around the season 14 finale—facts that deancrits apparently found inconvenient enough to spew hate mail over for literal months. I saw multiple accounts I was newly following receive deeply condescending notes and mail from people who engaged with them in blatant bad faith and acted superior for it. I saw even completely harmless "fun" posts get notes from little groups of fans huddled together openly mocking the OP in tags for not sharing their clearly "superior" taste.

Meanwhile, deangirls, as far as I saw, were not engaging in this behavior back. They were endeavoring to be polite when people came onto their blogs to debate with them in condescending tones (and even make ridiculous claims about their personal morals). They weren't going on these people's blogs and talking down to them (as they shouldn't). They were having fun, engaging with people whose company they enjoyed, and deancrits apparently couldn't stand this. It suggested to me and reminded me... well—that deanfans have long been expected to be made of heel skin in fandom circles, to shoulder and accept absolutely any and all criticism of Dean, while samgirls and casgirls consistently tend to be made of tissue paper and can't handle the barest shred of criticism of their fave without having meltdowns (that can and do, in fact, sometimes include mass bullying and hate mail and suicide bait and death threats). The fact that my uquiz was somehow interpreted as "seething hatred" for Sam and Cas was fucking laughable.

I still won't go onto other people's pages or bring disk horse to them. In fact, I'm very protective of my personal dash and curate my experience as much as I can. But I did decide not to be made of heel skin anymore from my personal blog just so other people can be made of tissue paper. If that's received by some as me being mean, well—I'll take a page out of the deancrit playbook and say my feelings are largely their responsibility.

#mail #dont feed the stans after midnight #idk maybe because it's the new year I keep thinking about last year a lot and what happened the whole year #I also had a lot of fun and I made a lot of friends. But I also do think what this blog is now is... a story seeped in my bitterness lmao

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chbnews · 30 days

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(A letter arrives at the Delphi Strawberry Front)

Dear Camp Half Blood Campers,

For anyone having difficulties in getting jobs we here at Belmont Surplus have decided to open two new locations for Warehouses/Wholesales of Military Surplus, survival gear, hobby supplies, and other amenities. The western location will be in California, the other in mainland New York.

Further details to follow,

Good Luck!

Sincerely,

Sam Hawthorne

PR/Recruitment Office

Belmont Surplus Company

Thank you, message sent to the blog :) - Annabeth Chase 🦉

#pjo #pjo hoo toa #pjo news #pjo fandom #pjo asks #pjo cabins #pjo spoilers #pjo series #pjo blog #pjo tv show

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doctorprofessorsong · 2 years

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Destiel Fic Recs

Time for another installment of River reads too much! Get your freshly minted fic recs.

Camp chitaqua by teen_dean @urne-buriall (Teen, 38k)

This fic is pure cuteness and joy, with some soft pining. Dean is ramping up for another year of summer camp. A mixture of training and fun for hunter kids, Dean pours himself into supporting kids going through traumas like the ones he survived. But the introduction of a mysterious and seriously hot new counselor (and his adorable son) throws Dean a curveball.

This one has some great "Dean with kids" vibes and some great Dadstiel. It had me smiling and outright laughing at times. Plus we love a messy disaster Dean in this house.

Bitch Better Have my Money (Series), by duckyboos @duckyboos-blog (5 works, Explicit, 254k words, another installment may be coming)

Okay I am late to the party on these, so a lot if people have gotten to meet the mobster murder husbands, but I have to recommend this series anyway (with the caveat to mind the tags because things do get gory).

Dean and Cas are such reluctantly horny for each other disasters in this fic and I basically devoured the entire thing in an embarrassingly bloodthirsty manner. The fic is loosely a Bad Girls AU where Dean, Sam and Charlie accidentally steal from Cas (a seriously bad crime boss), but neither seems to be able to resist the pull of the other. Dean finds himself being pulled into Cas' world and what he finds there opens up entirely new possibilities.

Take the long way home by dothraki_shieldmaiden @dothwrites (Explicit, 95k)

If you want a soft, healing fic that will in turn destroy you and leave you with a soft peace, this is the fic for you.

Dean has retired and is restoring an old house, hoping that someday it will be a home. Cas is newly human and on the road, trying to prove to himself he's worthy. Sam and Jack are off on a road trip. In other words, things are fractured. But with quiet determination, maybe they can restore more than the house.

Oh this one hurts so good. I, unfortunately, downloaded it for a plane and had to pretend to be normal in public while Doth broke me apart and put me back together. But the story is so good and the landing is smooth.

Lazy ass rising by Fellshish @fellshish (Teen, 7.5 k)

Fells continues to perfect the art of making you laugh your ass off only to slip in a line so devastating and vulnerable, you feel your entire chest crack.

Cas is back. Kind of. He needs a vessel to shack up in while Jack rebuilds his and Dean is willing to oblige. More than willing. Maybe a little too willing but there's no time to unpack that.

Little does Dean know that Cas has nefarious plans to pamper Dean and feed him vegetables and make him nap. The horror!

It's about the time and space to be and the caretaker finally learning to accept tenderness and care himself. It's soft and sweet and hilarious all at once.

The Angel of Emetgis V by KaylieMalinza @kayliemalinza (T, 28k)

It's so many of my favorite things. Angel lore, science fiction, trueform!Cas and smart and competent Dean. This fic is so incredibly entertaining and the worldbuilding is amazing.

After making a deal to save his brother, Dean is stationed on the Emetgis V, a broken down space station and vestige of a great migration of humans from the failing Earth. Years ago, it's said angels appeared and saved humanity by powering ships that took them to safety. But that's the thing of myth and legend. That is until Dean is doing routine maintenance outside the ship and he fines a glowing sentient orb of light.

PS, yes I did a list of trueform fics and neglected to mention this one yesterday. Nonny, come read this one!

More Than Kisses by FriendofCarlotta @friendofcarlotta (Explicit, 29k)

I'm admittedly a sucker for an epistolary romance, and this one hits just right. In an attempt to avoid repeating 11th grade, Dean agrees to join a pen pal extracurricular program. Things get off to a rocky start, but Dean and his pen pal, Cas, soon find themselves confiding in one another. Over the years, they become a constant in each other’s lives. But the status quo is threatened when Cas gets a new opportunity.

This fic is all about the emotional intimacy. Dean and Cas are both so lonely at times and the way they connect in letters is beautiful to watch. There’s a vulnerability but also a safety to writing letters and FriendofCarlotta really digs into that. There's something soft about this fic that makes it a comfort read.

Huckleberry by valleydean (emmbrancsxx0) @valleydean (General Audiences, 14k words(

You know how sometimes you read something that is so clearly a love letter to the subject matter that you kinda just want to bask in it? Yeah, that's this fic. Resident fandom cowboy enthusiast ValleyDean explores what would happen if Dean and Cas were sent to Tombstone and Cas had to use Doc Holliday as a vessel.

There are layers of pining as Dean and Cas compete with Doc and Wyatt for biggest dumbasses (affectionate). It's funny, entertaining and surprisingly poignant with some lines that will make you want to stare at the ceiling when you should be sleeping.

You're My Dream Come True by Redamber79 (Explicit, 29k)

If you are looking for some fluffy, filthy smut with a side if heart melting friends to lovers sweetness, this is the fic for you. Dean and Cas are roommates and have been dancing around their mutual attraction for years because they are both idiots (affectionate). But when Cas shares a silly meme, he accidentally catapults them into new territory.

This one is very smutty so mind the tags, but it's their established feelings that set it apart. This Dean and Cas are just so far gone for each other and cocooned it the sweetest (yet dirtiest) little bubble. It's a true delight.

Research Methods by TatteredBurningWings (angelshotgun) (Explicit, 8k words)

A smutty and hilarious romp in which Dean comes up with increasingly ridiculous reasons to hook up with Cas. This one is a whole lot of fun, particularly as Dean’s excuses for totally platonic bro sex with his bro Cas get more outlandish.

Basically, if you love a good the rituals are intricate fic, this is definitely what you are looking for.

___tag list___

@varlysca @naturallyathief @greatbigbugger @fandoms-and-things @cascodedtech @you-cant-spell-subtext-without @deanwasalwaysbi

#destiel #deancas #destiel fic recs #deancas fic recs #destiel fic rec #deancas fic rec

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whatislovevavy · 9 months

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WC: 4.4k

Synopsis: An exploration of why Bucky decided to cut his hair

AN: This has been in my Google Drive for about two years and finally got around/had the motivation to finish this. This piece was technically my first ever piece of fanfiction I ever wrote. My writing mostly pertains to Top Gun and Top Gun Maverick so this was a nice little brain break from that. I thought I'd include the original author's note I put together, having never written fanfiction at the time, just for nostalgic sake and if anyone wants to know just how new to this I was lol. Also this divider is not mine and I was unable to tag the account that made it since it was deleted. This work will be posted on my side blog @sophs-writing-nook.

Original Author’s Note: Hello everyone :) This is the first fanfiction I’ve ever written and I really hope you guys like it because I’m a bit nervous about it. I’ve had this idea since I saw the first promotions for the Falcon and Winter Soldier series and didn't really do anything about it for a variety of reasons. I haven’t seen a lot of fics exploring this concept so I decided to write this on a camping trip in my notes app where I didn’t have reception so I apologize if there is bad grammar, spelling errors, etc. If there happens to be a similarity to another fic, it is purely coincidence and I don’t intend to plagiarize anyone. Please let me know if it does appear I have. I have a lot of respect for fanfic writers and don’t want to disrespect anyone and steal anyone’s work unintentionally.

Warnings: Blood, Trauma (PTSD), sadness with some bittersweet moments sprinkled in, supportive Sam because that’s a warning in itself.

None of these characters are mine. Read at your own discretion.

Bucky had tried finding a routine after coming back: Get up by 7, go on a run make breakfast, try to keep in touch with his friends he had made since coming back, try a new recipe, maybe try online dating, catch up on what he missed the past 70 years, try to forgive himself for all the atrocities he didn't have a choice in committing, make dinner, shower, and sleep by 9.

That's what his therapist, Darlene, told him to do at least.

She wanted him to write in a journal the names of the people and families he wanted to make amends with, things he wanted to explore and try out, and good things he remembered before he was the Winter Soldier.

Darlene had kept encouraging him to keep referring to the Winter Soldier as if he were his own separate person, and not affiliated with James Buchanan Barnes.

It helped a bit with passing the blame, but not by much. He, naturally, chose the last remnant of Steve he had- his journal- to hold these thoughts.

Steve saw the best in him when he couldn't.

He made an effort to try and forgive himself for everything he did, for Steve’s sake.

Why Steve had left him, he didn't fully understand.

It didn't make the "forgiving himself" part any easier.

If his lifelong friend, who had been with him through thick and thin, decided to leave him now in this time of his broken, mutilated life, what did that say about him?

Was he wrong about him?

Did he truly believe he was worth being fixed and forgiven?

There were small moments of hope that he could be fixed, but they were few and far inbetween.

His nightmares had gotten worse.

If Darlene would ask, he’d tell her, “no, they haven't", "they've stopped", or "I haven't had one for a while.” Bullshit excuses that anybody who saw the dark circles under his eyes wouldn't believe. Darlene knew he was lying and would try to reassure him that their space was safe and it would help him to get his nightmares out in the open.

He didn't think so.

This woman didn't know what it was like to have the same horrific scenarios play out in his mind every time he went to sleep.

To see himself killing innocent people like he was in the backseat of his mind.

The blood.

Their faces, some close friends and others strangers.

Their pleas and calls for mercy were what always broke him.

He was forced again and again to witness himself taking their lives and couldn't do anything to stop himself. Forced to use any part of himself for Hydra.

Nothing was spared.

He felt unforgivable, these nightmares were a sign of the Winter Soldier still being in his head, buried and ready if Hydra got their hands on him again.

He was tired of fighting and worrying, only wanting lasting peace and a full night's rest.

He had started renting an apartment in downtown Brooklyn near where his family had lived during the 40's. It was near the church cemetery his mother, father and sister, Rebecca, were buried. They were placed in the row closest to the street behind the church his family frequented during his youth.

His parents had passed from old age when he was imprisoned by Hydra.

A small part of him was thankful for that.

They never had to learn that their son had done such horrible things.

They lived with the good memories of him.

His sister had passed during the time half the population was gone, the Blip people called it, from Alzheimer's. He visited her once before, but she was in the late stages, and was a shell of who he remembered growing up.

His little sister Rebecca, whom he protected, opened jars for, teased, and made sure the boys she liked would be good to her, was now unable to remember him. He was told she passed peacefully in her sleep a few months after he disappeared.

Darlene thought that buying an apartment so close to his family's resting place might be overwhelming for him, but he wanted to be close to them and the memories he had.

The apartment consisted of a basic floor plan; kitchen, bathroom with a shower and bath, living room, bedroom, closet. However, he only used the kitchen, bathroom, and living room.

He didn't have many things when he moved in, and didn't feel he needed all the space allotted to him.

He had invested in a modest tv set, a microwave, blender, and a camping mat, courtesy of Sam's encouragement.

He had tried sleeping on a mattress, but he felt that he was going to sink through into the floor with how soft and marshmallow-like it felt. He always slept on the floor with a few blankets and sheets.

Sam had the same experience when he came back from Afghanistan.

Sam had tried to help him adjust to things since coming back, and had done a lot for him, including to help him find his apartment and encourage him to try new things.

There were times he had trouble getting out of his headspace to return Sam's calls and initiate with his friend. Darlene had been saying that for a person who allegedly had no one left, he seemed to have a safety net in Sam. She pushed him to call someone other than her and initiate with him. It was another case where he felt she didn't fully understand how difficult it was for him to build relationships, and "get his nightmares out in the open" since coming back.

He had gotten home late that night from the store, buying ingredients to make a recipe Darlene recommended: chicken tikka masala, he thought she called it.

He was amazed at the amount of change he had missed, especially from a grocery store. His family would boil everything with what minimal spices were available, other than the usual salt and pepper. He found solace in trying new recipes and exposing himself to the technological wonders of the 21st century, including learning how to use a DVD player and the iPhone he recently bought. He tried online dating but found it was too overwhelming and made him feel like a fish out of water. Asking people on dates and seeking relationships came easily to him when he was younger before the war, but everything felt so different now.

He felt so different and foreign to himself. His arm. His mind. He felt like a shell of the person he was before the Winter Soldier.

His groceries were unloaded into the fridge and he started to prepare his dinner. He placed a bowl on the counter for mixing chicken marinade and marinating the soon to be cooked slices of chicken. The chicken slices were placed into a pan on a low heat to begin cooking. They wouldn't take long since they only had to cook halfway through initially. He gathered the spices for the marinade.

The soft smells of turmeric, ginger, cumin, and garam masala reminded him of the evenings he spent helping his mother cook during the summer. His mother would rummage together some cash every once in a while to buy a few sachets of spices from the local grocery. It was an indulgence she took part in that, compared to now, seemed simple and less of an everyday luxury.

Sure, the spices she would bring home were more mild and less "exotic" than what he had available to him now, but it was the familiar memory of being taught to cook and the soft smells of his mother's cooking.

His conscience told him to use the spices sparingly despite himself being confronted with a substantially sized grocery aisle complete with spices from almost every corner of the world a mere few hours ago.

Maybe it was his upbringing during the Great Depression and watching his parents worry about where the next paycheck would come from.

Or maybe it was his instinct telling him this small semblance of peace he had found in his Brooklyn apartment would be snatched away, and that he needed to savor every new experience in stride.

Because if he let himself enjoy them too much, it would make the snatching that much more painful.

He couldn't decide.

He finished the marinade and would have to wait an hour or two to start the sauce and cook the chicken. He placed it in the fridge and made his way to the bathroom for a shower.

The warm water felt nice on his warped, scarred flesh around his arm on his left side. The area would often become sore and plagued by knots. Sam recommended warm showers, aloe vera, a massage and spa place nearby, and Advil. The thought of people he didn't know touching his scarred flesh made him feel nervous, so the rest of his suggestions were his go to.

His scar tissue and long hair were the last physical mark of Hydra on him.

He was thankful he didn't have to see the red star that had branded him for so many years when he looked in the mirror anymore, since leaving Wakanda.

But there was still his hair.

His hair that had blood, dirt and grime stained into it for his 70 years of service. No matter how many times he showered, he knew the blood would never leave his hair or his hands. His mind would drift through waves of hopelessness in quiet moments like these more often than not.

He dried himself off with a soft towel, changed into a pair of boxers, and began to gingerly apply aloe vera to the junction where his arm met his shoulder. His shoulder was still a bit sensitive after all these years despite the enhanced healing from the serum. Shuri theorized it was because the metal cavity of his arm continuously tore through the underlying tissue. She was able to remove the bits and pieces of metal embedded in his shoulder. His arm was in the healing process, but it would take a while after years of damage even with the serum. After he finished rubbing in the aloe vera, He put on a dark t-shirt and made his way back into the kitchen to finish the sauce.

He carefully prepared the onions, garlic, and spices for the sauce the way his mother taught him to.

He couldn't help but think about how his parents and sister would have loved to have tried this recipe with him.

He could almost hear his mother's voice in his head telling him to "cut the onions a bit smaller" or "don't let the garlic and onions burn in the pan".

Rebecca's eagerness to try the sauce prematurely with a perfected pout and whines of protest when denied so.

His father's quiet yet strong presence at the kitchen table reading the daily paper and soft scolding of his sister.

Steve drawing in his journal at the dinner table on evenings when Sarah Rogers would be working late at the hospital.

The radio softly playing in the background as a soothing ambiance.

The kitchen window opened to let the aroma of the Barnes’ family dinner wander through the back alley of the apartment building, and let in the sounds of the neighbors' soft conversations, clothes oscillating in the wind on the clothes line, and car engines humming as people made their way home at dusk.

All qualities of his family's evening routine and upbringing he longed for, but took for granted in his youth.

The stark smell of overcooked onions brought him back to the task at hand, pulling him from his thoughts but leaving his buildup of emotions he felt were about to rupture. He added the heavy cream, spices, brown sugar, and let them stir with the marinated onions and garlic. He felt tears start to form in his eyes. Letting the sauce thicken, he turned the pan onto a low heat, and added the marinated chicken to finish cooking.

He placed the spatula down on the counter top with a shaky hand, placing his hands on the counter to support himself as he let out a shaky breath, blinking away tears that formed in the corners of his eyes.

God, he wished they were here with him. Steve. His mom. His dad. Rebecca.

He wished he had somebody who knew him before the Winter Soldier that could help him to pick up the broken pieces of himself and to become the person he was again.

He wished he could have said goodbye to his parents, Rebecca, and that Steve hadn't left him.

He wished he could've held his parents one last time before they passed, met the man that Rebecca fell in love with and had a family with, and fought harder for Steve to stay with him and help pick up the pieces.

All things that he couldn't do anything about now.

He wiped his tears away and returned to stirring his chicken masala. Thoughts of his family blending with the thoughts of his recipe like the spices and heavy cream in his pan as a cope. Darlene had mentioned that the recipe goes best with garlic buttered rice or naan, so he had bought ingredients for both, but opted for the naan. He turned on the oven, placed some naan from the store on a baking sheet, and into the oven before returning to stirring the contents of the pan.

He remembered Sam wanted to come over and check in on how he was settling into his apartment, sometime the next day. Maybe he would want to try some of his dish.

"Initiate, take small steps to initiate". This counted as initiating, right? He hoped so.

His chicken masala was well blended and deemed done. His naan close behind. He placed a bowl and plate on the counter, served up his recipe and naan, and sat down at his two person dinner table, and prepared to eat. Darlene had told him that making a makeshift taco with the naan tasted good if he opted to not make the garlic butter rice. He took his first bite and let himself experience each incredible flavor.

He would definitely be making this recipe again.

Maybe he could make a batch for Sam.

It would be a small way to return the favor.

He made his way through his dinner, and would start heading to bed soon. It was almost 9 anyway. Shuri told him that consistent good sleep would also help him heal mentally along with his therapy and the treatment she provided.

He made a mental note to try making the garlic butter rice, thank Darlene for the recipe, and ask her if she had any more favorite recipes he should try during his next session.

He brought his dishes to the sink, moved to the bathroom to brush his teeth, and shed himself of his shirt. Sleeping shirtless was normal for him both during the war and after getting the serum, finding that he would warm up easily and end up tossing and turning in the night.

His escalated body heat helped him to survive the frigid Siberian winters during his imprisonment, but not the mild to warm summer nights in Brooklyn.

Laying on the hardwood floor with the lights out left him with his thoughts. He remembered the nights he and Steve spent laying on couch cushions on the living room floor of his parents apartment.

The nights he and his sister would read The Hobbit under the covers of his bed when they were younger, while their parents thought they were sleeping.

He liked to sleep with the TV on at a low volume and the window opened so he wouldn't be lost in his thoughts for too long.

He didn't have as much trouble falling asleep as before. Darlene told him to take deep breaths while resting his eyes and had gotten better at it since seeing her.

Breathe in for 5 seconds, exhale for 10, and repeat till he felt calm enough to drift to sleep.

He steadily awoke hours later, feeling warm and groggy.

It was quiet.

The TV was off and the window was shut.

He was none the wiser in his hindered state of being as he lifted himself off of the floor and trudged to the bathroom, the soft sound of his bare feet pattering on the wood floor like rain drops on a window, encompassing his apartment in a soft echo.

He turned on the soft bathroom light and twisted the cold faucet on, leaned down and scooped cold water in his hand, and poured it on his face. Supporting himself by his forearms, he closed his eyes and relished in the feeling of cold on his face and cascading down his neck.

The water felt warmer now and had a distinct iron smell to it.

He opened his eyes and was met with his hands drenched in blood. Blood flowing into the sink from the tap.

He slowly turned to meet his reflection. Met with the cold, dark, blank eyes of the Winter Soldier. The blood stained leather vest, black muzzle, and the long brunette hair stained black from blood falling over his face.

He was there with him, as clear as day.

He felt a stark and deep rooted sense of fear awaken and burrow itself in his chest as he quickly retreated from the sink, pressing himself against the opposing wall. Eyes wide and breathing heavy, he felt the walls of the bathroom constricting him.

The Winter Soldier reached out his metal arm, severing the separation between the mirror and his bathroom, and brought it down onto the counter top with a resounding crack, small remnants of the cheap countertop tumbling to the floor. He lunged for the door and twisted the knob but it wouldn't budge. Desperately, he tried to break down the door, knuckles bleeding and eyes teary. He could feel the Winter Soldier getting closer to him and was too terrified to turn back and face him. He broke through the door with a splitting crack, splinters in his hands. Awaiting on the other side was a long dimly lit corridor lined with bars and cold concrete walls.

His heart stopped.

He knew this corridor.

He would always know this corridor.

He didn't want to go forward, but he had no choice. Breaking into a sprint, not looking back and praying he didn't trip over himself, he felt a sudden, strong grip on his leg, pulling him backwards. Landing on the hard concrete with a groan and turning himself to face his captor: Two dark, army clad figures awaited him. He shuffled away from them as fast as he could but couldn't get to his feet fast enough to avoid being dragged to by his feet towards the bathroom. His screams echoing off the walls, and hands burning from friction against the cement floor at his attempts to escape their grasp.

He couldn't believe what was happening, he thought he was free from Hydra.

Free from these corridors.

Free from the chair.

He felt his nails fruitlessly catching on the small ridges of the cement floor as he was mercilessly dragged. The hallway enclosed in darkness behind him and the bathroom light ahead of him, serving as a beacon of pain and suffering.

He was left on the bathroom floor, shaking and crying, accentuated by the sound of the slamming of a steel door. His teary eyes searched for the figures but found none. Instead, his eyes landed on the dull gleam of the worn metal frame in his bathtub, tinged with small droplets of blood, smoothed down edges, and strained leather straps.

If he wasn't sobbing before, he was now. He felt so trapped, his heart beating out of his chest; his lungs made of tin, unable to expand.

His shaking frame was folded on the floor by the bathroom door. A few moments of silence flooded by the drops of his sink tap and his attempts to catch his breath.

Abruptly, a handful of his hair was grabbed, his body dragged to the chair as he let out seethes of pain and cries.

He was held down in the chair as he was strapped in by faceless, dark army figures. Soft whispers and murmurs of pleas for mercy and forgiveness settled around him, originating from every vent and faucet in his bathroom, nestled their way to his ears.

They grew louder and droned out the sound of leather going through buckles and the mechanical "wrrrrr" of the head plates assembling towards the top of the chair.

He struggled and screamed, but it was no use.

Trapped in the chair, no chance of escape; Limited by his mind and not his body.

He anxiously waited and dreaded for the excruciating pain of electricity to course through his body, to hear the words Hydra spent so much time and care to drill into his mind.

But both never came.

He awoke with a startle, eyes wide, body and blanket soaked with sweat, lungs gasping for breath.

His window open, letting in his neighbors everyday routine squeeze into his apartment.

The TV on a low volume, playing auctions for nic-nacs and heirlooms people didn't find use for. All drowned out by his racing thoughts and attempts at breathing.

The blanket pooled around his waist as he shifted to lean against the wall, closing his eyes and trying to focus on his breathing.

He needed his hair gone.

Like a wounded animal, he made his way to the bathroom with shaky breaths and uneasy strides. He flipped the bathroom light on, feverishly opening and closing drawers to find what he needed most.

A pair of scissors.

A raspy sigh left his lips as his hands met the plastic frame of the twin bladed tool.

His eyes shifted from his reflection to his hold on the scissors.

Carefully, he brought his metal hand to his hair, extending one of his many locks of hair.

His eyes drifted from the lock of hair to the metal blades that almost fully encased it.

Snip.

He watched as the lock frayed till it was severed completely, feeling the freed lock in his hand and watching it fall to the counter.

A sigh of relief left his lips as tears pricked his eyes as he met his reflection in the mirror.

Snip.

His tears were flowing fully down his cheeks as almost the entirety of his left side was covered in frayed, unevenly cut hair.

He gingerly ran his flesh hand along his head, relishing in the short tufts of hair, and began repeating the same frenzied cutting on the other side of his head, and towards the back

If the tears weren’t flowing before, they were now.

He placed the scissors onto the hair ridden counter with a clang, keeping his relieved gaze on himself, feeling his chest wrack with sobs, body slowly crumbling against the sink and to the floor.

He had never felt such relief in his life.

His hands ran over the chopped hair, savoring the uneven patched of hair, his head laying back to rest against the wood cabinet below his sink, eyes fluttering shut.

Muffled knocks softly rose his mind from the depths of sleep.

He let his eyes adjust to the bathroom light, feeling his neck ache from how he slept against the drawers of the cabinet.

Sam.

He rose up to his feet with a groan, trudging to his front door.

His front door opened with a click.

“Hey, man-woah.”

He rose his eyes to meet Sam’s wide ones, giving him a small smile, “Hi, Sam.”

Sam swallowed.

“Late night hack job, huh?”

He gave Sam a tight-lipped smile, nodding.

Sam’s lip quirked.

“I, um, I made something for you if you’d like to try it.”

Sam watched as he rubbed the back of his neck with his flesh hand.

He moved from the door, leaving it open for Sam to come in.

Sam carefully stepped into his apartment, taking in the rumple of blankets on the livingroom floor.

“It’s chicken tikka masala, my therapist recommended it.”

Sam took the plastic container he held out for him.

“Thanks for this…We should go get you a haircut. You can’t be walking around Brooklyn looking like you had a blender cut your hair.”

His lip quirked, nodding.

After a few minutes, he met him back at the front door in jeans, a t-shirt, and his bomber jacket, and glove.

“Ready to go?”

He wordlessly nodded, closing, and locking the door behind them.

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“Alright, what do you think?”

The hairdresser adjusted his chair so he could see himself fully in the mirror.

He could feel his eyes glaze over.

His previously poorly chopped locks were no where to be found, replaced by almost buzzed cut hair with a bit of length towards the top. Barely enough for anyone to get a good grip in.

“It’s perfect, thank you Melissa,” he muttered to the woman that gave him a kind smile in return.

He tried to hand the man at the cashier station some cash, but Sam interjected with his card.

He looked at Sam with slight bewilderment.

“You’ll cover me next time.”

His lip quirked, as Sam nudged his shoulder as they made their way to the exit.

He stopped in front of a window for a store on the way back to his apartment, seeing his reflection in the storefront.

And for once, he didn’t have a deeprooted distaste or fear of what he saw.

It almost made him cry.

He needed this.

His long hair gone. The last remnant of his time in Siberia, of the shackles that held his mind down under water like an anchor, gone.

Out of sight. Out of mind.

Sam stopped a few paces ahead of him.

“You wanna stop in?”

Sam’s voice broke him from his trance.

He gave Sam a small smile.

“No, just taking it all in.”

Sam gave him a comforting smile as he caught up with him.

They continued on to his apartment to give Sam some of his chicken tikka masala, running his hand through his hair periodically with a smile on his face.

#bucky barnes #marvel mcu #bucky barnes angst #sam wilson #winter soldier #mcu fanfiction #mcu #james buchanan barnes #james bucky barnes #james bucky buchanan barnes

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whoa i don't think i realized the briar/coparent AUs were canon-divergent until i backread your blog like the morning newspaper lmao this makes briar's decision to go to quackity after moving out especially Ouch. how much does briar Know

yup yup

briar leaves home to find help when dream and sam start dating. he's 16 and at this point he only knows bare bones of the story-- just the things dream told him when he was a kid, and even then they were a bit dramaticized. he knows about exile and doomsday, because sam sat him down and explained it to him. (rather, had dream explain it to him when he was about 9. (briar did not care 😭) ) and he knows about the prison (just that sam kept dream in one for the aforementioned crimes), and that's it.

so he leaves and finds the prison. hes looking for answers, help, and some peace of mind. he actually camps out in the lobby because its a pretty safe spot. he walks around and finds the main cell, sams office, his room, storage. he also finds the visitation ledgers and sees the same name listed over, and over, and over for months. quackity. so, they must have been friends? if he visited every day? he needs someone to help him save his mom, he was looking for dad (his real dad... the one hes never met) but this is the only lead he's got so far.

so briar finds quackity. it wasn't hard to do, considering the promo for LN. its huge now. quackityopens the door and sees dream in his eyes immediately and thinks this kid is here for revenge. he tells quackity his story, and though Q refuses to help, he lets him stay in LN and gives him a VIP pass to do whatever the hell he wants.

sam and dream, meanwhile, have been on his trail retracing his steps in a panic. the prison, they find briars scribbled notes, they confront Q at his house, Q tells them the kid was headed for kinoko last they talked. seeing dream alive and well and *at his doorstep* makes q want to use briar like a hostage to finally kill dream once and for all and get a good night's sleep for the first time in 16 years. q hatches a plot that eventually results in q and dream dueling to the death (dream is wielding the nightmare for the first time in over a decade) and take briar home. dream almost dies from the poison q coats his knife in, but he pulls through.

at home is when briar finally learns the truth about q, the prison, the torture, and why. this gives him major trust issues for the rest of forever (like, seriously, is EVERYONE secretly a freak?) and makes him hate sam even more which frankly he thought was impossible

i'll transcript the scene where briar finds out sure why not

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britcision · 1 year

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Y’know what friends? I’m feeling mean today 😈 so for WIP Wednesday, once again we are reeeeeal close to the next chapter, and I’m going to give you just the scene I’m currently working on

Just the littlest bit to tide you all over

It’s something we’ve all been waiting for

Tag list:

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“Y’know, after all this excitement someone might be tempted to call the rest of the gala quiet,” Jason remarked with a soft chuckle, following Danny from the dining room to the main hall.

Danny shot him a wicked grin over one shoulder other hand checking a likely door.

“Why, were you hoping for a quiet night?” He teased and Jason grinned, shaking his head.

“And miss Sam’s well earned explosion? No fuckin’ way. Hang on, there’s a closet a little further down that’ll be a little easier to get discovered in,” he said quickly, pulling ahead to lead Danny to another, more obvious door that was visible from the main hall.

“Oh, do the others have their party clothes hidden in the other one?“ Danny asked with a smirk, clearly enjoying the way Jason’s step stuttered for a moment.

It was Jason’s turn to look back, a long, slow look was much more calculating. Assessing. Danny just shrugged.

“I’m not saying anything to anyone. Wild coincidence how many of your siblings have been touched by death though. Almost as many as the Gotham vigilantes.”

He might not have guessed by that alone-alone (Gotham was a dangerous city), but it wasn’t like Jason would know to call him on it. This might be his Robin reveal biting him in the ass.

Still, it wasn’t like Danny wouldn’t meet Bruce and Batman eventually. His family were nosey shits - tonight proved that. Better that Danny knew what he was dealing with.

Stomping the part of him that felt bad firmly down, Jason tugged Danny into a broom closet barely big enough to hold them.

Not like the bats would feel bad about sticking their noses in, and it’s not like he’d told Danny. Danny worked it out himself.

Not like they’d have had a chance in hell of hiding it if the Ghost King really could sense everyone who’d died. It wasn’t gonna be the biggest news on any day of the week that involved Danny.

Danny was still watching him, the faintest brush of amused-concerned-we good? sliding across his senses. Jason snickered and reached out to ruffle his hair.

“Yeah, there’s probably at least one set of party clothes back there. But they’re not the ones we want walking in on us, right?” He asked, pulling the door carefully almost shut behind them.

Danny settled, grin broadening again as he reached up to ruffle Jason’s hair back.

“Not that I don’t think they’re dramatic enough, but it’s way less suspicious if we’re exposed to all and sundry,” he agreed with a much to charming wink, and set about unbuttoning his shirt.

Jason hesitated for the barest second more, calculating again… but this time for a much better reason. His own little imp of mischief raised its head.

“Think anyone would notice if we swapped ties?” He asked with a sudden grin, tugging his blue tie loose. Loved the way Danny’s face lit up with manic glee as he tugged his own off and tossed it over.

“They’re not the exact same colour but close enough if we were “distracted”,” he agreed with a cackle, taking Jason’s tie and stuffing it into his jacket pocket.

Jason hooked Danny’s over a mop and began working at his own buttons. Stopped. He could undo them nice and neat. He could also…

He wasn’t against flashing a little skin for the rest of the evening.

Taking both sides of the shirt in hand, he yanked hard enough that Danny had to dodge a button shooting out at him. And abandon his own undressing to clap both hands over his mouth against laughter.

“Did you just fucking rip your shirt open like a caveman?!” He hissed in delighted glee once the giggles subsided. Jason smirked, completely sure the impressed look in his eyes was real.

Nothing else there to see, right?

“Not according to anyone else at this party, there’s not a soul in that room that won’t believe you ripped it off me after that display,” he pointed out smugly, and Danny had to stifle a cackle by shoving most of his fist in his mouth.

It felt good to be actively doing something after being sidelined for the entire attack. Good to see any traces of that worry, of that all too familiar burning rage in Danny’s face.

No one else should ever have to feel like that. Not for Jason.

Now, laughing until he couldn’t breathe and had to sag against Jason’s chest for support? That he was extremely comfortable with.

Steadying his shaking king, Jason hummed thoughtfully and ran his hands through Danny’s hair a few more times. It was already wild and unruly, so the step from there to sex hair wasn’t all that far.

Danny gave him a gentle jab with his elbow before straightening, tugging his own shirt open with nary a care for the last two buttons. Then he paused, reaching for his belt.

“So how far are you comfortable with this going?” He asked innocently, too innocently. In that sweet, butter-wouldn’t-melt-in-my-mouth tone Jason had already learned to suspect.

If Jason Todd had one weakness, he’d never backed down from a dare in his life. Why start now.

“I’ve never seen anyone arrested at a gala for indecent exposure,” he replied in his own best innocent voice, the one used when Bruce caught him hiding the bodies.

Danny snickered and pulled his belt off, kicking his trousers… yep, all the way down and off his legs, and in case any of his nosey bastard siblings were curious the boxers or briefs question was answered.

Not that any of them would be surprised, given the cut of Danny’s pants. Briefs today at least, but Jason very deliberately was not going to speculate.

“You don’t have to match,” Danny assured him quickly, still grinning as he picked up his pants to hang them artfully over an upturned bucket, “can’t have the man of the hour kicked out of his own party.”

Suddenly the closet felt a lot smaller. A lot warmer. A lot harder to breathe. Because. Yeah. That’s what they were doing.

They were staging a fucking sex scene, on their third hangout in their lives, and Danny had fucking said that.

Even the heady knot of tension suddenly in Jason’s gut couldn’t stand a chance against the wave of snickering.

It gave him a moment of distance, to catch his breath and remember why they were doing this, and tug his own belt open. Unbutton his pants, mind very firmly fixed on Bruce’s reaction.

“Danny, never fucking say that to me again unless you want me to streak through this hall,” he said as seriously as he could, loving the way Danny’s eyes darted down and then back up to his face.

He would love absolutely nothing more than to get kicked out of his own party… any night but tonight. Tonight, he had no fucking intention of missing out on Sam going nuclear.

#danny fenton dead and loving it #wip wednesday #the closet scene #enjoy motherfuckers i know i am #fight scenes boring closet scenes fun 😈#suffer for the slow burn #dead on main ship #danny x jason #the gala is neary goddamn over #i think i’m doing sam’s mom’s pov next #she was having such a lovely evening

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hey everyone! i’ve been feeling a lot of negativity in the fandom lately and wanted to make a quick appreciation post especially for some of the ask blogs that we have now! excuse me if i miss any, and if i do please let me know and i’ll add it on :D

1. @jalph-speaks i may be a little biased on this one because mack is the mod, but i’ve always enjoyed how the storyline of this blog keeps so many people invested. it’s without a doubt one of my favourite ask blogs in the fandom, truly a godsend

2. @adventures-of-maurice another one of my favourite ask blogs in the fandom. i love the storyline with the ring and with maurice and sam’s past friendship.

3. @wavesovergraves i LOVE this blog so much, kara (the mod) is so sweet and the art is amazing. i love the way she writes all the characters and how we interact with them in return.

4. @ask-the-feral-boys i love how this blog is based on the island, and how each of the boys can respond to our asks. i think it’s really smart how it’s been confirmed that the boys think the asks are just voices in the head. it makes a lot of sense with how they’re mental states have to be declining over time on the island

5. @thief-and-bloody-swine this blog is run by two wonderful artists, i literally cant get over how amazing both of their art styles are plus i always love high school au’s with the boys

6. @naval-officer-x-parachute-man i don’t even have to say anything. this ship is literally GENIUS.

7. @lotf-dance-au HDHRHRHRHHRHR THIS MIGHT BE MY FAVOUROTE ASK BLOG IM NGL i LOVE seeing the art of the boys dancing it’s just sO GOOD

8. @ask-lotf-high another amazing high school au with some amazing creators. i love seeing the art on this blog, it’s just beautiful

9. @lord-of-the-clue i’m personally getting to help with this blog along with mack and kara and it’s been so much fun. coming up with the lore and the different relationships has been awesome, so i wanna thank these two especially for letting me help with this

10. @ask-the-lotf-boys this is another au with the boys on the island. it just recently got started and i’m already in love with it. i love the overall vibe of the au and i love how it’s centered around the hunters

11. @lord-of-the-mermaids this also recently just got started and it’s already so cool???? i never thought of an au like this but i’m enjoying reading some of the asks so much

12. @lord-of-the-summer-camp this is another really cool concept!! i love how so many creators are coming up with these ideas and giving the rest of the fandom an oppourtunity to interact with them

13. @lovely-dead-children this is another blog where i really love the overall vibe, it’s got a very cool aesthetic and i always love post-island aus

14. @ask-lotf-simon this is my own blog (my bad 🤭🤭) but we always need a lil self appreciation 😤😤💪 it’s the first lotf au ask blog ive done and ive already gotten a lot of asks and it’s really great that people are showing interest

anyways, i know that i kinda ended up rambling but i’m just really passionate about all these blogs. i think it’s important that we show these creators support because they’re making all this effort to make this fandom a better place for all of us!

#lotf #lord of the flies #just wanted to make a little appreciation post because i think all of these wonderful creators deserve it :D!

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faggotwalkwithme · 1 year

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hi, i'm theta, mars and basil! > he/him > gay + aroace > 17 :3

i love horror movies and i make them all transgender

my neocities (huge wip) (flashing warning)

my current interests areee > evil dead (+ other bruce campbell and/or sam raimi stuff) > twin peaks > jeffrey combs stuff (esp. reani, the phantom empire and dead man walking & love and a 45)

other stuff i'll definitely still be posting about: -> doctor who -> alternative subcultures (mostly goth and punk) -> fiction podcasts (specifically tma, w.bg and malevolent)

also, i'm in a band! we're @knees-mean-nothing, give us a follow :)

byf; i post a lot of fake gore/blood (like, A LOT of blood!), syringes, i'm a twin peaks fan (so also a lot of topics on sexual assault, incest and all that fun stuff..[/sarc] i'll try to tag this but i'll pribably mess up sometimes) i swear a lot and i use caps lock a lot. just bware if thats not ur jam

also exclusionists and TERFs go fuck yourself! and plz, if u ship minors and adults, block me

extra stuff below the cut :3

i literally just made this section because i like lists and i need an excuse.

also umm some microlabels: quasiromantic, orientated aroace, genderfaun, xenogenders (im considering making like a blog or something where i document them all :3), aegosexual, grayromantic

my birthday is on february 24th :3 i'm from australia and indonesia!!! i'm an avatar of the lonely lets fucking go

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bcacstuff · 2 years

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i slightly moderated your message Anon, as I wanted to go into this but I rather prevent naming other bloggers on my blog.

It keeps amazing me how things that are obvious but doesn't fit in the picture someone has created of a person or a situation are explained in the most incredible way.

A photoshoot in the middle of nowhere, they had all the vegetables and all on the picnic table, but hey let's photoshop a water jar in it! Right....

Or no, wait, let's put him in front of a green screen and later on photoshop all the camping essentials and vegetables on that table... Right..

Oh and a blanket draped over a chair (in the middle of a park with a picnic table), cause that is not a dog, cause you can't see its head (behind the table) and no tail... cause that dog must be wag from joy and excitement high up (Cesar Milan would be very angry with you when you get your dog so excited).. but hey - Right.... it must be a blanket with a fur inside.

He's too clean to be camping - Yeah right, they sell dirty shirts and used cowboy hats at Jackson Hole especially for campers.

And so I've seen a bunch of other complicated explanations that are so far fetched that one needs to scratch their head and ask themselves, do I really go by that, just because the simple explanation doesn't fit my narrative.

You know, I don't mind if people have other ideas, other believes and draw other conclusions. But for goodness sake, come up with something more credible... something less complicated and scripted but something that at least would have some logic in it.

Let me help: Sam was in LA (or LV) in his fancy hotel, took a day trip to Zion in a fancy car (that we will see later on when he's back in the UK as an #ad because it was of course a free rental for him) and while he was there found out that KE was camping around with a camper van. He was DMing her on IG, and she does post on IG but only for a group of friends, of which Sam is one. 'Gosh' Dm-d Sam, I'm not that far off, you know what, will take me a day, because I have a fan waiting in Wyoming in the middle of nowhere to get a fan pic posted so my fans will know where I am. But the next day we can meet up at picnic table number 56 in [censured place], let me buy my T-shirt and cowboy hat while on the road and we can do a nice set up pretending we're cooking diner. I have to get a cigar and a lighter as well, hope they have that at Jackson Hole too. Oh and I'll bring some whisky too, though I already drank half the bottle myself (sorry couldn't resist). Will you bring the water jar and the Chia seeds, and don't forget the cucumber and the apple please...

And so it happened, they had a nice happy meal afterwards at the McDonalds where Dashy could play happily in the ball pit!

I'm sorry, I couldn't resist... but at the end of the day:

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laying it all out there → fabrevans

TITLE: Laying It All Out There CHARACTERS: Frannie Fabray (@wmufranniefabray) and Sam Evans (@samevans-wmu) DATE: 26th February. SUMMARY: After the gossip tabloids run wild, Sam and Frannie have an open conversation about where they stand.

Sam:

Sam stared at the text screen between himself and Frannie before switching over to Mercedes. No wonder the gossip blog called them a love triangle because that’s exactly what this looks like except Sam’s only into Frannie. Yeah, he’s got things going with a few others but they’re all super casual. It wasn’t until Frannie Fabray entered the scene when Sam felt his pulse quicken and stomach twist in that all familiar way when he’s into someone. Like really into them. Sam looked at the school map, feeling he’s on a quest in a game, and found the lab Frannie mentioned. Sam slowly walked down the hallway and when he reached his destination his head poked into the doorway to see if it’s the right one. “Frannie?” He asked, careful to not be too loud in case someone’s pouring a super volatile solution that might trigger a huge chemical meltdown. “You in here?”

Frannie:

The day had been one of her favourites - the kind of day where Frannie was filled with classes and her brain could properly get stuck into the work she was focussing on, in this case, it was looking at DNA segments. It was where her passion for biology could fully come through and she could fully immerse herself in a subject that she was good at. All day her phone had been buzzing in her pocket, on and off, attempting to distract her from the wonders within the labs, but her mind was made up. The gossip was ridiculous, but may have a glimmer of truth, and her plan was to try and ignore it. That was, until, she had fully started to realise how seriously everyone was taking it. It was easy to camp out with her lab coat on and forget the rest of the world existed. It was a little harder when her phone buzzing was growing more and more persistent. There were only a rare few amount of people that she truly wanted to speak with, though, and Sam was top of the list. Their conversation had been raw, filled with a vulnerability that Frannie had rarely ever let show. As she heard her name being spoken, Frannie raised her head from where she was sitting - cross legged on the floor, leaned over a selection of test tubes - and gave a wave and small smile. “Hi.” She greeted, trying to ignore the flurry of anxious nerves swimming around her stomach. This was Sam, she was safe. Her mind tried to remind herself that it would be fine, but she couldn’t help the uneasy feeling sweeping through her.

Sam:

When he saw a hand go up Sam smiled to himself. It could be anyone’s hand but he recognized the jewelry and voice. As he made his way over Kurt’s words played over and over in his head pull so much better. pull so much better. Is that how his exes viewed him? Was he just one of those guys they string along until a better option comes around? Hell, one of his exes got married last year to another guy in their class. Sam made his way over to Frannie and slid down on the floor. “Hey…” he said and didn’t sound his usual cheerful self. “I want to start and say I am so glad we chose to be honest with each other. I never want to keep things from you. And another thing-“ he paused and leant over to press a sweet kiss to her lips. “You’re amazing. Even after sharing all that stuff about your family and how it might change the way I see you I just want you to know no matter what I feel like I’m getting to know the real Frannie and she’s one of the most amazing women I’ve met.”

Frannie:

Frannie's eyes rose to watch as Sam made his way across, noticing in an instant the change in his demeanour and how his voice just sounded… different. She chewed along her lower lip, guilt washing over all of a sudden, because she hadn’t thought this would cause this kind of reaction. And her not thinking had led to this. As Sam slid down on the floor beside her, Frannie - almost by habit - reached out and took one of his hands into her own, gently squeezing it and running her thumb over his palm. Anything to try and make this situation better. “How are you feeling?” She asked, looking across at Sam with her eyes wide, running over what Sam had revealed to her in their messages in her mind.

“I’m sorry.” The words tumbled out once Sam had pulled away from the kiss between the two of them, looking across to try and meet his eyes. She wanted to say more - perhaps expand on why she was sorry - but in that moment, trying to bring back Sam’s smile was on her mind. The only thing on her mind. “I can’t comment on why things in the past haven’t worked out for you except perhaps criticising their clear lack of taste. All I can comment is on the present. Right now. You’re incredible. And I really don’t want to end this-“ she gestured between the two of them. “this between us anytime soon.” Or ever hung in the air of her mind, lingering as an unspoken melody.

Sam:

“I’m feeling okay. Kind of relieved I put everything out there for you. It’s not that I was keeping stuff from you. Not like that. But more because I like what we’ve got. Our dorm room feels much brighter and not because of the fairy lights. I laugh more in there and I’m not as glued to TV or games. Which you can totally tell me to do if you need Frannie time.”

Sam didn’t know if he should let his insecurity about that Kurt said spill or leave it be. Everyone’s got different tastes. He recognized that. It just the way it was said made Sam feel… defective. “Why are you sorry? You didn’t do anything that’s warranted an apology.”Sam moved closer and carefully slid the test tube thing over to take both her hands. “I don’t want it to end anytime soon. But I also don’t want to make you feel like you’ve got to make a choice between me, Cody, or anyone else. Last thing I want is for you to regret jumping into a relationship.” pull so much better played in head again and Sam shook it. “I meant every word I said in my texts to you. Even when you were drunk. And I keep looking at you in this lab coat and it’s making me want to kiss you. So much for going to a different spot to keep from doing that.” He chuckled, a small smile graced his full lips.

Frannie:

His words were sweet and she couldn’t help the beam that was beginning to form across her lips, the relief washing over her the more Sam was speaking. It was almost as if Sam had a dictionary to her mind and was choosing the perfect selection of words that put her mind at ease. “I’m glad you said something, too.” She admitted, brushing little patterns on his hand with her thumb softly. “You can always talk to me. About anything.” And she meant it. Her words were firm.

Saying sorry was not something Frannie had ever been taught to say in a hurry - it had always signalled a weakness. “I should have spoken to you about the weekend, before.” She explained, shrugging, running her tongue along her lower lip. “The last thing I’d ever want to do is make you feel insecure. That’s the opposite of how I’d want you to feel.” Her eyes watched as Sam moved her biology equipment to the side, trying to resist the urge to explain how awesome her current research findings were. This was not the time. The mention of her situation with Cody made Frannie breathe in gently, looking away for a brief moment. “Would you like me to make a choice?” She asked quietly, looking back at Sam properly. It was a bold question, especially considering how vulnerable she felt she had already been today, but it was a question that Frannie needed to know the answer to. She wanted to prompt further, dig further, find out what was causing Sam to look like that. “No kisses.” Frannie chuckled alongside Sam, reaching out to ‘boop’ Sam on the nose with her finger teasingly. “Tell me what’s going on with you, first. You’re not you.

Sam:

“I know. I actually like we have that kind of relationship. Even before we kissed I felt you’re the kind of person who will make time if someone really needs to talk.” He liked the way her fingers felt on his hand, Sam’s green gaze on the way they traced random patterns on them. This is why he wanted their conversation in person because he needs to know if she’s still comfortable with him after dropping all the information on her.

With a head shake he said, “You had your reasons to keep it from me. Maybe deep down you knew it would bring out this talk we’re having. Or maybe you thought I would view you differently after. Which I don’t. I was gonna wait and see how things were when you got back but our texts carried on like usual and that told me you and Cody might be more about the fun than something serious. At least that’s how I interpreted it because you and I were texting about our feelings and attraction.”

His hand smoothed over hers, stopping her from running random patterns. Sam brought her hand up to his lips to kiss. “I feel like if I say yes it’ll put you in the spot. Do I want to say pick me? Heck yeah. I really, really like what we’ve got going and I want to explore that and everything new with you. But-“ he hated she’s able to pick up his mood shift and knows it’s what’s currently fucking with his mind. Even with the playful nose boop. “It’s stupid.” He breathed. “Read a comment about me online. How someone could do better than me. It’s not I was into the guy or dating him. But it’s a kick to confidence’s balls. Especially after what I told you when it came to my exes. It’s like, maybe I’m great at first when things are new but then I become unbearable at some point. So for you to ask me to choose makes me scared, Fran. I sound weak saying this but it does. What if that guy and all my past exes are right about me. That they can do better. If your family is anything like you painted they’ll probably tell you that. I’m not some polished guy.”

Frannie:

Several thoughts were flooding around Frannie’s brain, most of them all at once - so much so that she removed her gaze again, trying to gain some clarity back in this situation.

A small pause fell between them as she wrestled with her thoughts again. Ever since she had met Sam, honesty had been clear between the two of them. She couldn’t stop that honesty now. “If you’d like me to choose, I’d choose you.” The words were short, and at once, she could feel herself releasing a breath that she hasn’t realised she had been holding in. “Not that Cody isn’t… amazing. He is. But the way you’re glued to my mind, whether we’re together or not? Or the way I find myself increasingly excited to return back to our dorm ever day to see you? You’ve brightened my life so much. There’s no competition at all.”

A small frown crinkled across the side of her forehead as her eyes remained firmly on Sam while she listened to him speak, unflinching. She hadn’t noticed any comments online. “It’s not stupid if it’s affecting you”, Frannie tried to remind him gently, but the mention of her family threw her off-guard. What could she even say to that? She knew Sam was wrong, that the comment was absolutely ridiculous, and yet she could feel herself freezing up at the mention of her family. This was her weakness, something that threw her off guard, as much as she wanted to fight it. Moving her hand from the softness of his lips, she cupped his cheek and felt his skin beneath her fingers. “I’d like to see them try to find someone better than you.” Frannie mused, pursing her lips together in irritation - not at Sam, but at the comment that had been made. Pressing a kiss on his lips, Frannie continued whispering in between each kiss. “You,” Another kiss. “Are.” Kiss. “Incredible.” Kiss. “You’re incredible now. Tomorrow. A year from now. Ten years from now.”Pulling away, Frannie tilted her head upwards to gaze up at Sam. “I wish you could see yourself from my point of view.”

Frannie:

To show Frannie is inner most insecurity, when Sam did everything in his power to mask it, meant he trusted Frannie with these ugly thoughts. Because that’s what they are: ugly. It’s not like he’s looking for validation or pity. He’s not. And if anyone will call him out on his shit would be the very woman across from him, looking like a beautiful vision in her lab coat. “I would choose you, too. There’s no contest. You’re the one who came in and made me want to try again. To say fuck it to all my past exes. But like you saw, that stupid self doubt voice in my head can be a real dick.”

His eyes carefully watched her. There was worry he said too much. That he was too harsh. Or that she’ll see he has too much shit he needs to work through and tell him she needs to get back to her work. But what followed next surprised him. Instead of all the things that would cause him to get kicked out of this lab Frannie managed to assure him everything will be fine between them. Those soft kisses slowly lured a smile onto his lips and the tension in his shoulders subsided. The nasty thoughts from before ebbed away and Sam’s hand reached for her while they kissed. “I think, in time. I will” he whispered. God, was this happening? What started as an off-the-wall gossip post brought them to this very room. On the floor of all places. “I’m sorry what I said before. I was spiraling and-“ he took a deep breath and looked down. “and I shouldn’t have said that. I don’t know your family. I like Quinn a lot from the couple times I’ve talked to her.” Sam’s conscious nagged at him about that remark. “If you’ll have me as your main dude it’ll make me ridiculously happy.” He said, finally able to smile that large Sam Evans grin.

Frannie:

“You don’t need to be sorry. Ever.” Frannie told Sam, watching as his eyes trailed to the floor. It felt new, being this honest. She couldn’t ignore the nervous butterflies still lingering in her stomach, almost afraid that she had said too much, revealed too much. And yet there was a simultaneous feeling of anticipation trembling inside of her; giddy, hopeful anticipation. “It’s okay. I don’t think I’ve given you the best impression of my family so far.” Frannie paused before giving a small, reassuring smile. “My momma knows about you already. She’s the one that made the Star Wars baked treats for you and she asked a few questions this weekend about my new, cutie roommate.” It felt strange calling Sam a ‘new’ rommmate, but Frannie had to keep reminding herself that despite the strength in how she was beginning to feel for Sam, this was still very much new. Exciting. But, still new.

Her smile matched Sam’s when she finally saw his grin return. It was a relief to see Sam relatively back to normal again, and she couldn’t help matching his smile. “Main dude, huh?” She repeated, quirking an eyebrow in intrigue. “As much as that sounds perfect, Sammy, and believe me it does. I want to take my time with you. We have time. All the time.” Running a finger along the side of his cheek again, Frannie gave another small smile, it feeling permanently etched on her cheeks. “What do you think about, just focusing on each other? No distractions. No more squares, or any other shapes, for now. Just us?” It was a step. And for Frannie, it felt like quite a big one. “The last thing I’d want is for you to feel rushed. I want you to be totally sure. And ridiculously happy too. Ridiculously happy Sam is the best.”

Sam:

His fingers subconsciously played with one of Frannies bracelets as he spoke, his attention on her lips and the way they moved and how even while speaking he couldn’t stop his thoughts. God, he wants to kiss her again but they’re still in that figure things out stage of things. “Y-you did? I mean, I remember you said she made them but she didn’t think it was for some kid or charity?” He started to laugh at this, feeling better. Much better. “Does your mom think it’s cool for us to share a room? My parents are laid back but they told me to be respectful and not crowd you.” He shared with her while his index finger moved back and forth underneath the band as his other hand held hers.

With a laugh he nodded, “Yeah. I think I got ahead of myself. When you said you choose me and then saying I’m incredible and all those kisses. I lost my head there for a minute. I’ll let you know right now if you ever want something all you gotta do is kiss me like you did before and I’ll probably agree to anything. It’s like kryptonite but better.” He grinned. How can he not when they’re back to how things should be between them. “So we’re dating but not exclusive? Kind of like a trial run to see how we’ll be like as a couple if we decide to take that plunge?” Sam wants to make sure he understands. “No more flirting with other people. Just with each other?” Plus more but that’ll come later. He hopes.

Sam glanced back down at their joined hands and noticed the test tubes. “I interrupted your work. I was so caught up with stuff in my head and our texts I didn’t think to ask it’s a good time to interrupt.” There’s a touch of guilt in his tone but, “What are you working on. Not sure I’ll understand but I want to see you in action here. I like when you talk science to me. It’s hot.” He dished a smirk and then leaned over, placing a hand against the side of Frannie’s neck to press a kiss, this one lingered longer than the ones from before. He enjoyed the softness of her lips and the soft brush of her nose against his. Sam didn’t realize how much he needed that quiet moment between them until the kiss broke.

Frannie:

For the most part, Frannie’s attention had remained relatively focussed, without many distractions. That was until she spotted Sam’s gaze, lowering onto her lips, and she could feel her concentration slipping. She couldn’t help the immediate rush of sinful thoughts that flooded her mind. Mainly about Sam pushing her body up against a wall.

Flushed, Frannie shifted in her seat to try and hide how immediately distracted she was. A crimson blush starting to form on her cheeks may have been a giveaway. “No, of course not. She knew they were for you.” Frannie smiled, before adding. “She likes you. Especially from how much I’ve shared about you. I’m not sure how much of a fan of our living situation she’ll continue to be once she realises it’s anything but pure.”

Her mind considered Sam’s words, thinking carefully before she answered. “Exclusive means not entertaining anybody else, right?” She questioned. “Because, if you’d like to be, we can do that. I don’t really plan on wanting to be with anybody else while we get to know each other.”

A small smile returned to her lips at the mention of her work and she grinned. “I invited you here!” She chuckled, picking up one of the test tubes and raising it so it was a little closer so Sam could see. Inside was some coloured liquid alongside some small cells, paraded at the bottom. “This is what I’m currently looking at. We’re currently looking at how to make copies of specific strands and copies of DNA. It’s so much fun.” The words were gushing from her lips in an excited flurry, her enthusiasm clearly evident. It was only when Sam surprised her with a kiss - this kiss, lingering instead of the shorter kisses from before - did she pause, her eyelashes immediately fluttering closed as returned the kiss. Pressing her hand against the side of his cheek, she could feel the warmth of skin beneath her fingers and she hoped, more than anything, Sam could hear how hard her heart was beating. For him.

Sam:

Did Sam notice the way Frannie shifted and blushed just then? You bet he did. After all, they’re still kissably close. It felt good after all this talk, his opening up about his exes and how an online comment got to him. It’s very well due to bad timing on that. The guy was upset and Sam was already going something in the moment. He just hopes whatever he and Frannie are about to dive into doesn’t result with those three words returning to his head in horrific clarity like the mom’s voice in Carrie before shit got real.

“Pu-“ Sam started to ask and pivoted his question to, “Are you very up front with your mom? I tell my parents things but I keep certain stuff from them. But I guess once our families learn we’re dating they’ll push us to get separate dorms.” Sam licked his lips and brought his attention down to Frannies hands again. Most of her rings are missing, probably because of the lab. He doesn’t know why he’s focusing on how beautiful and delicate her hands are and how they make him feel all sorts of flustered when she touches oh. Samuel! Focus! “Right.” He snapped out of it. “I’m fine with us to continue living together while we date. Get to know each other in a deeper level. It’ll only be you from now on. All the flirting and everything stops. But, and I’m cool with this, you feel better we have some space and stay in different dorms…” he trailed and chuckled. “Okay, maybe I’m not so on board with that. I like what we’ve got. A lot.”

Sam laughed at her reminder and comically shrugged at this. “I know but you didn’t know the exact time I was rolling in here to talk.” He pointed out. Sam watched as Frankie’s eyes lit up, just like when she talks to him about her favorite authors of showing him a piece of jewelry she just bought. His gaze fell onto the tube and took in the contents and how cool it is! “Isn’t that the cells people use to help regenerate skin? I see this and hear DNA and my mind goes to replicating tissue.” He laughed to himself.

It’s a combination of their honest talk, her lab coat, Frannie’s excitement about her DNA project, and the fact Sam’s feel all sorts of head-over-heels for this woman which brought him to kiss her mid explanation. He didn’t mean it to go as long as it did but her hand on his neck encouraged him to keep with this. There’s the softest noise from Frannie and Sam playfully teased her tongue with his before remembering where they’re at. His lips inched from hers but his fingers pushed a loose strand of hair that slipped from her pony tail. “I-I couldn’t help myself. You got talking about science and looked so cute and excited. And everything from before with what we talked about and-“ he chuckled but there’s such a bright smile on his face, the complete opposite from the Sam who entered this lab 10 minutes ago. “If there’s ever anything sciencey you want to share with me. Just shoot a text and I’ll jog down here. I might not get most of it when you explain it but it means something to you and I want to be a part of that excitement.” His hand rested on her knee as he spoke. Little touches, hand holding, kisses, they’ve worked their way into their lives it all feels natural to him. But now they’ll solely be shared with each other and that made Sam’s heart do a happy backflip. Figuratively. If it actually did that he’d die. “I should get going though. I have class in an hour and gotta grab a bite before it.” He sighed as he moved to his feet. “If we’re not too swamped with studying do you wanna continue that book we started yesterday?”

#{ para ;; all }#{ para ;; sam }#{ all ;; sam }

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streussal · 3 months

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nine people i'd like to get to know better <3

Tagged by: @hearthouses and @ladyculebras

Last Song: "Don't Swallow the Cap" by The National

Favorite Color: I love blue-green colours like teal. Also brick red. Also various purples.

Last Book: "Heartless" by Dia Reeves. I really enjoyed it, but felt it was sort of rushed in parts. Could have used another 100 pages to allow it to breath more.

Last Movie: "Santa Camp", a documentary about a professional Santa organization and attempts to increase diversity among Santas. Follows three new attendees - a black Santa, a trans Santa, and a disabled Santa with spina bifida. Pretty interesting. (I saw it January 3rd. So after Christmas! But 18 days ago because I haven't been watching movies this month I guess.)

Last TV Show: Currently watching the 2nd season of "The Newsreader" (one episode left). It's about a nightly news program in late 1980s Australia. The leads are Anna Torv (Fringe, Mindhunter) and Sam Reid (Lestat). Excellent series. I find all the questions of news as a public service providing information vs news as entertainment (or at least needing to be engaging enough to maintain viewership) very interesting.

Sweet/Spicy/Savory: Savoury. Sweet is also good. (If it's a question of sweet vs salty it's definitely sweet)

Relationship Status: Single

Last Thing I Googled: I was googling "aqua" and "teal" for the colours question because I mix them up

Current Obsession: "Interview with the Vampire" tv series. Which you can probably tell from my blog. I'd say since the first episode aired but I knew I was going to be obsessed since the first trailer for season 1 came out. Obsessed enough to keep checking a bunch of the show tags on tumblr even with them regularly giving me psychic damage <3

Looking Forward To: Season two of IWTV. Also going to my friend's place in a few days.

tagging @jeaniefranklins, @queenofattolia, @firstaudrina, @cypresssunns, @skywalkery, @blueiight, @lynnenne, @misterandry, & @jiggit (and anyone else who feels like it! just say I tagged you)

#memes

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angelicinserts · 2 years

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Hi Can I ask you for headcannons about a camping with s/o and desperados (Sam, Monsoon, Armstrong and Sundowner)?

Love your blog so much 💕 ❤️

aww u anons make me blush ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡ ofc !

Both Monsoon and Armstrong are the type of guys that bring as much equipment as possible, but for different reasons. Monsoon because he needs a grounding point, but other than that he's all for scavenging and making the most of your trip! Armstrong because he's lived a cushy city life, it's kind of hard for him to function without regulated air conditioning or a proper stove top, he'll hook your tent up to the back of the car so you can sleep in the backseat.

Sam makes the most of it, he brings some supplies but for the most part, he's looking for forageable goods, he even brought a book so you can look too! If things end well-which they probably will, it's Samuel here-then he'll ask you to go again once a month! He’ll pick new sites every time to keep your experiences fresh.

Sundowner's going nuts, he loves camping, minus the bugs! He'll want to be next to a bed of running water, fish's on the menu for him! Not as good at foraging like the others, but his hunting skills blow the other three out of the water-no pun intended. Also asks that you take pictures of every fish he catches.

#mgr headcanons #monsoon mgr #samuel rodrigues #jetstream sam #sundowner mgr #senator armstrong #steven armstrong #x reader #angel shaped art #💗 queue're the only one i love 💗#lowkey camping w armstrong sounds nice. im not wholy a sleeping outdoors person so...👀

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summervibes68 · 1 year

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Welcome to Summer's corner

Hello~ Welcome to Summer's corner, I'm SummerVibes! You can call me Summy, Summer, Sam or even Sammy, I'm 19 and you may refer to me by any pronouns✨ I'm a silly creative raccoon who loves to write and go crazy creative with anything I'm into or watch (it's a hyperfixation I swear-)

Fandoms I'm currently into

Genshin impact

Twisted wonderland

Mystic messenger

Haikyuu

Monster Prom

Monster Camp

Monster Road trip

One Piece

Jujustu Kaisen

I'm also currently working on a fanfic in Wattpad with the title of "Dorm Mouse" which is a TWT Wonderland x OC. I would love to hear your ideas and write them down the best I can, so requests shall be open for such.

Things I will write

Fluff

Platonic

Lemon

Smut (characters will be aged up, aka over the age of 18)

Angst

Head canons

Reactions

Song fics

Strong topics (Depending what it is ofc, if I'm not comfortable with it logically I won't 🙇🏻)

Anything x character

Harems

Poly

Aus (if I know what the au is about- or Google it-)

Things that I won't

Yandere

Teacher x student

Minor x adult

Depending on the triggering topic as well

Characters x character

Ofc if I do not see your age in your blog or are a minor and I'm writing about a strong or inappropriate topic you will be blocked, so if you see such do not interact🙇🏻

Anywhosies, hope y'all have a good day/afternoon/night❤️

And request shall be opened until stated otherwise💅🏻✨

Sincerely your local raccoon,

SummerVibes☀️✨

#twisted wonderland #genshin impact #mystic messenger #twisted wonderland x reader #genshin impact x reader #monster camp x reader #monster camp #monster roadtrip #monster prom #haikyuu #one piece x reader #jujustsu kaisen x reader

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evergardenwall · 1 year

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The new Jason liker is back! Honestly-- maybeeee jasico is winning out after scrolling thru some blogs 👀👀👀

If you have a second, love to hear why you love the ship / what drew you to it

oooohh 👀 feel free to share more of your jason thoughts here! i would love to read them :^)

as for my jasico journey. well. there's how i was first drawn to the ship when i was younger, and there's how i actually joined the fanbase and read fics when i revisited my pjo/hoo phase in 2021....which makes not just one but two origin stories!

so. first of all, you need to know that when i first started reading heroes of olympus, i was already obsessed with nico from reading the pjo series before, and also related to him a lot re: the rejection he faced and his feelings of alienation from both camp half-blood and camp jupiter....it's actually mind-blowing to think abut how my eleven years-old baby queer (who didn't know they were not straight yet) self completely latched onto him, both had a crush and projected onto this character, would spend hours looking at fanart and have their friend drawing shippy art of them with him-- yes, this is a thing that happened (and yes, i was one of those younger nico fangirls back in 2014... kind of cringe, i know, but that's part of why i still am attached to him to this day! he is so important to me! and hey, i turned out not to be a girl so 👀). LIKE. hello. younger sam. i know what you are

and then, house of hades happened; the cupid scene and nico having a crush on percy and actually becoming canonically gay had a stupidly huge impact on me. like, yeah, heroes of olympus is objectively the least good series riordan has written in terms of writing quality, but i would not be the same person today if hadn't read it 😞 and it's my favorite rip

i remember reading hoh for the first time back in february 2014, after a day out in paris with my grandmother during which i had dragged her to a bookstore because it had just been published in france, and feeling shaken to my core -- in a good way --, so closely drawn to this character for a reason i could not articulate. and there was jason's reaction, the way he also was drawn to nico, and his support for hades' son, later sealed with the chalice scene in blood of olympus. which was probably one of the gayest jasico scenes. btw (in my opinion, at least. and frank's pov is so fucking funny). so i was like... 'oh my god. jason and nico. [cannot articulate why they love the later beginning of friendship they have going on so much]' and completely latched onto them, but without realising it nor sharing it with other fans this time! because i was too embarrassed!

i already liked jason as a character before the cupid scene, but his chapters in house of hades and blood of olympus as well as his whole identity crisis storyline, torn between greeks and romans, made me love this character even more. imo, his best scenes are in these two books (although after re-reading the lost hero, i have grown to appreciate this book's jason a lot... thinking about when he meets thalia and the moments with leo 🥺)-- and i loved his dynamic with nico. i didn't openly ship them, because i was too intimidated too explore non-canon pairings back then, until i got into jercy on wattpad (it was certainly another time wdxwshdjs). at this moment, not only reading these silly little fics made me more confident in being a jason fan who read him as bi (because i was 13-14 back then, and all my friends at the time thought he was lame and straight), but it inspired me to write a tiny jasico fic, which i never finished but hey, the passion was there :)

after that, i got into so.langelo for a couple of years-- i wasn't familiar with archive of our own, nor fluent in english, which didn't help me finding content besides from minuiko's work (i regularly stalked her blog despite not having a tumblr account) and amvs with stolen fanart on youtube, so i ended up continuing to keep my interest in jasico for myself. seeing nico having a canon boyfriend when toa started releasing had me very excited, although i didn't really care about will..... (whereas i strongly dislike so.langelo but have a lot of headcanons about will as an individual character now. lol.)

fast forward to 2021: for a reason i can't remember (perhaps the first pjo adaptation news? having met my cousin's girlfriend and talked about the books -- and jason! -- with her very enthusiastically? someone putting random fanart on my dash? the world will never know), i decided to start re-reading pjo for the first time in a while, and because i was finally on tumblr, i decided to look at the different tags to see if jasico had a fanbase... and fell into the rabbit hole! and here i am now, sharing conspiracy theories 😞 /j

more seriously, my 2021 obsession with jasico was the first time i actually gave coherent thought to this pairing besides from the Vibes i was getting when i was younger, and rediscovered the things that made me love each character when i was younger. and oh my god, jason... i projected onto jason so much.

it was very comforting, too, like reuniting with old friends, and somehow made me understand a new thing or two about myself. i love the parallels between jason and nico's storylines and how compelling their pairing is from a narrative viewpoint. like. it makes SENSE. on that topic, i will never stop linking this presentation because it analyses the whole thing so well and i wish i could be this articulate instead of just being like.... poetic cinema reaction picture dot jpg. (my mutuals are way smarter than me. go follow them 🔫)

but anyway, long story short: jasico is very Good and i'm glad to see it's kind of becoming relevant again? <- i am unsure of whether we're witnessing a renaissance or if it's just my dash having a mass hysteria event... but i *am* seeing jasico posts getting more notes than usual and it is intriguing so 👀

#okay also i saw a post making fun of swifties over-interpreting her lyrics and it made me a bit self conscious like...what if my rants #analysing jasico have been sounding the same the whole time 😭#but hey they *do* have more chemistry than so.langelo (and less ableism) sooooo #(and the fics are beautifully written)#replies #anon #jasico #jason grace #nico di angelo

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