#also what does the jawn thing mean

[roobylavender]

If you were to be given creative control over any 3 comic characters, with the free to add or remove whatever you want from canon, which characters would you choose, why, & how would you write them? -🐻

i tried to be a little unique in my choices instead of making the whole thing about bat characters (well. except for the last one but i think that's an allowed exception)

thad thawne / i feel like this would go for most people who are also into thad but i genuinely do not care for the teenage murderer thing that geobard jawnes did with him like it felt. so removed from any of his actual convictions or desires yknow. obv there was a deep seated hatred of bart there but as we learn in the mercury falling arc that hatred was never truly his own and was imposed on him for his entire existence! he was left with no room to consider seeking out genuine love and recognition for himself as a person, until bart reminded him of what exactly he was missing in his life. so. personally i am obsessed with the fact that the mercury falling arc and wallylinda's wedding arc occur within like months of each other publication wise and had i been the one in control i would have finagled a way for max and bart to locate thad and present him with an interesting offer: let wallylinda take him in. let him thrive on his people pleasing abilities but in an environment where it might actually contribute to something other than an agenda of centuries long hatred. let him be loved. let him be challenged. let him be taken under wally's wing as not just an adoptee but a protégé. i personally think there could be so much meaning to him potentially adopting the kid flash mantle and subsequently, many years down the line, the flash mantle bc he would have earned it of his own merit rather than tried to steal the legacy as he was groomed to do. also it would be so cute to see irey and jai drive him nuts once they're born you know linda would jump on the opportunity to assign him babysitting duties (and she'd secretly assign bart to them too so that they have to work together and get along and mend their relationship. it's her kid whisperer magic) and he'd grouch and grumble but secretly thrill in it bc i mean what else would boost a people pleaser's ego more than baby validation

simon baz / i am technically going to be cheating here bc my ideas for any green lantern are like mythos wide and interconnected or whatever but basically. i fall into the camp of what i assume to be very few people who believe the lantern corps should have stayed dead when hal slaughtered them all. the whole point of the parallax arc was to hone in on the ultimate flaws of employing a police force and it being the sort of worst outcome of unchecked vigilantism not only at cost to ordinary people but at cost to the lanterns themselves bc they were ultimately used like disposable tools. there's also the fact that the rings are allegedly supposed to be the most dangerous weapon in the universe but like. what weight does that statement really have if there are a gazillion. there should only be one imo. moving onto simon: what really frustrates me about his intro and character development is how (like so much else about geobard jawnes lantern lore) it falls into the same police apologism the earlier lantern lore spent decades trying to critique. like, why would this guy who was literally about to be tortured in guantanamo bay find any sort of solace in being a member of an intergalactic police force. it makes no sense to me. but had we been working with a scenario where the guardians and lantern core hadn't been revived and kyle was ultimately the last lantern left, i feel like it could have been interesting to see simon become his eventual successor and potentially chart a new path for what being a ringbearer entailed, esp with his unique empathy-connected healing powers. it would be a sort of cycle from hal as the martyr of the policing complex the guardians had created, to kyle as the guardian of the last ring in the wake of that devastation, to simon as the torchbearer to repurpose the ring for the more humanitarian uses that it should ideally have been employed for (i know torchbearer is kyle's title but idc it'd look cooler on simon) and thus also finding meaning and purpose in his own actions outside of just being a tool for whatever agenda the corps were wanting to peddle

damian wayne / as you all know. if given the opportunity i would rewrite this kid entirely from scratch. i am personally really into the idea of subverting the way bruce generally comes into having children bc obv all of them make their way to him as adoptees after their parents have perished by some ill fate or whatever, but had damian's son of the demon origins have been maintained i think it would have been really cool to see him make his way from his adoptive parents (killed by ra's in some way) to his biological ones and seeing that mess with his head and sense of identity. bc like. how do you go from being raised as a normal child to suddenly being thrust into this world of vigilantism and martyrdom and duty. granted that happened for bruce's other children too but with damian there would be that added layer of wondering why if he had biological parents they had never come to get him and raise him on their own. what would that disconnect do to him. how would he contend with the idea of suddenly being heir to a legacy where you are essentially dedicating the rest of your life to a burdensome duty that does not necessarily entail any permanent sort of success or happiness. how does that dilemma add to the tension of getting to know his parents. i'm interested in the idea of a damian who feels utterly normal and confused and intimidated and betrayed bc he's a ten year old child who never asked for any of this but is suddenly being given the choice to consider it bc his parents are supreme weirdos who know no other way of life though they would lay the world down for him bc their love for him is that infinite. i'm interested in that tragedy and the small sliver of hope for it to not permanently be so. i'm interested in damian being the last chance for ra's to recognize the lines he's crossed in the name of duty and love and how he need not continue to endanger his family simply bc he cannot accept abandonment. i'm interested in damian as someone looking for a place to truly call home after being so violently robbed of his previous one, and him finding that home in bruce and talia, even if they're not together

#outbox #long post #sry these are so long essaying is my illness

[notwxrriors]

same anon again you just keep bringing me back what can i say BUT YES!! that's exactly how it would go .... Also just... Thinking about how otto wld be sooooo nice to aws at first. he'd be so sweet that first time.... Aws sitting on his lap, legs hooked around Otto's back, and otto is so fuckin nice. before long though, he catches into the fact that aws gets so giggly when jawn is mean to him in any way,,, n obv otto has done some manhandling before but the whole being-mean-during-sex thing is a little new!!! but awsten is so immediately into it he CANT NOT and everything he does he worries is too much and aws is SO BAD at telling him how good it really was and then he rants to jawn later andjawn just messages otto like "your whore wants you to call him pathetic again" SORRY FOR MAKING IT HORNIER I HAD TO.

oh god yeah otto is so so so nice to aws their first few times, always gentle and easy with him, and aws likes that but he Really likes that and jawn teasing him at the same time. jawn's not even doing it for kink, he's just an ass to awsten, but aws Loves being put down verbally so much lmao

theyre kind of perfect for each other, bc otto can do all the physical stuff while jawn does the verbal!! otto starts getting a little rougher with aws, nothing too crazy, just like holding his wrists or manhandling him some, positioning him however otto wants him, and aws. loves it. he loves it the first time otto fits his hand over his throat and doesnt squeeze, he loves when otto bites him when he's giving hickies, he likes when jawn tugs his hair when they're making out in front of otto,,,etc. otto apologizes A Lot and aws rly is awful at expressing how into it he is

aws is better at communicating w jawn and so jawn acts as a middleman for a lil while until aws gets the balls to tell otto stuff himself. but honestly aws reeeally likes it rough and he has to assure otto that its all cool unless he safewords. same w jawn - he likes when jawn gets really nasty with him, says the meanest shit, and he's cool w everything he's heard so far but he's not afraid to safeword if he needs to!!

#this exploratory period is so cute #polyo9k

[kirnaie]

i truly want to know where the “sherlock has a military kink” thing came from. it’s such a specific headcannon that creates SO many questions for me

#also what does the jawn thing mean #or the headcannon with sherlock and silk #im a little late to the game #sherlock

[babybluebex]

Y'all are too sinful and horny

Kink list this and kink list that, but what about hug list??? How would The Danny Buch kiss???? Hold hands????? Read their prayers to God????

ok first of all, i NEED you to know how loudly i cackled when i saw this. my neighbors banged on the wall. it was Funny. 

but the danny bunch just,,, softies, the lot of em. 

EDIT: i just saw that hug was an option to discuss here, but i'll make that its own separate post skskksks

alex kerner is a good kisser. like, 8/10 i think. very soft and sweet, a lot of quick pecks on the corner of your mouth. he loses points bc his breath always smells/tastes like either beer or cigarettes which like is a Vibe sometimes but also no chew some gum you bastard. i feel like his mom would get a kick outta her baby boy being all mushy for someone, and alex would kiss you real quick and his mom just smiles at yall.  and holding hands with alex is Good. his hand is warm and his palm is a little rough from working on the tv dishes and all, but if yall are out at night, he’ll hold your hand to cross the street and if it was cold he would hold your hand and bring it to his mouth and warm up your fingers with his breath. sometimes though if he’s a little tipsy or high, he’ll tickle your palm with his middle finger and refuse to let go while you squeal with laughter

andrea marowski is a sweetie, and that translates to his kisses. back in his time, pda was like kinda frowned upon, so he doesnt kiss you a lot in public. but he kisses you All The Time at home. in the kitchen together making dinner, he’d press a kiss to your cheek; listening to the radio at night, he’s peppering kisses on your face. for some reason, i think his lips are really soft, and he tastes very good. dont know why. i just get the feeling.  and baby andy loves to hold hands. he’s ALWAYS holding your hand. his fingers are calloused from years of violin and like a little dry from the rosin he uses (bc that shit is drying as HELL) so it’s like holding hands with a paper bag, but he’ll squeeze your hand every so often. he likes to hold hands when he’s sitting next to you on the sofa and reading. if he has a bad dream, he’ll subconsciously grab your hand in his sleep. he also likes to stroke his thumb over your knuckles. he’s into kissing your hand a lot too. 

niki lauda is just,,, sigh. he won’t ever kiss you in public unless like it’s a press conference and he HAS to, but sometimes if you beg enough he’ll roll his eyes and kiss your lips. this is another one where he loses points bc his breath always smells/tastes like cigarettes, but it’s the 70s so he gets a pass. his Really Good kisses are after a race when he comes in first place and is on top of the world and feels like a king, he’ll pop the champagne and draw you in tight to him and just plant a huge kiss on your lips, and he smells like petrol and exhaust and his upper lip is all sweaty but he’ll REALLY go for it and like press his tongue into your mouth and dip you bc he’s just so pleased holding niki’s hand is a privilege, completely. and i don’t mean that like “you have to earn it”, i mean that like “wow this is great and i’m so happy that IM the one who gets to do this”. his hands are just big and warm and he’ll interlock your fingers and rub his thumb along the back of your hand. he also really likes to put his arm around your shoulders and hold your hand so that your arm is bent and he’ll pull you into him and kiss you. 

laszlo kreizler is a wonderful fucking kisser. first of all, we KNOW that he keeps his beard looking fresh and clean, and i just have an instinct that he uses like oil or some shit to keep it soft, so it’s not like you’re kissing a dead bush (i have kissed several guys who are guilty of this). his beard is soft against your cheeks and chin, and he’ll put his hand on your cheek and draw you into him. he has a little routine, i feel: he’ll kiss your chin, then your nose, then tilt your head down to kiss your forehead, and then he’ll kiss your lips. i had this little throwaway line in part 2 of good doctor kreizler that laszlo likes these things called pastilles that are essentially breath mints, and i think that the lavender ones are his favorite (bc that just seems like a laszlo thing idk) so his breath always smells nice and like lavender. his lips are soft and his tongue is gentle and just agdhshdjb  but he’s real weird about holding hands. he has this thing about how he doesnt want you to hold his hand, even if its his left hand, because he feels like bc of his injury, he’s just not worthy of love like that, even as small and simple as holding hands. in public, it’s an absolute no-go (again, bc old timey people were weird prudes), and the ONLY time you can hold his hand is after making love. sometimes, you’ll be able to take his right hand and just kiss his palm and he doesnt say anything (bc he likes it but doesnt wanna admit it)

zemo, unlike pretty much everyone above, is SUPER into pda. not like REALLY heavy pda (9 times outta 10, he isn’t), but he will Absolutely kiss you whenever he wants to. he won’t even have to say anything, he’ll just give you a look with those big brown eyes and you’re already leaning in. he’s partial to kissing your bottom lip and, if he’s feeling frisky or a little tipsy (bc mans was drinking in like every scene in tfatws?? we dont talk about that NEARLY as much as we should), he’ll bite your bottom lip and give a little “grr” holding hands with zemo. HOLDING HANDS WITH ZEMO. *screams in simp* his hands are Soft As Fuck bc we KNOW that our rich baron invests in good hand lotion. he’s got that o’keefes jawn going on, so his hands are soft and nice and warm. i have literally no idea why but i get the feeling that like zemo’s hands are a little sweaty a lot of the time. not, like, uncomfortably sweaty, but just like... a little... egh. i can’t explain it. but it happens. also, if you’re wearing a bracelet or ring he bought you, he’ll smile at it and grab your hand and squeeze extra hard.

i’m not even gonna discuss padre domingo here bc that is Literally worthy of its own post, but just know: kissing 10/10. holding hands 10/10. gold medal, a+, homerun, touchdown. the man does the job and does it well.  

#ask #anon #alex kerner #andrea marowski #niki lauda #laszlo kreizler #zemo #tfatws #padre domingo #goodbye lenin #ladies in lavender #rush #the alienist #daniel bruhl #daniel brühl #the danny bunch

[emmaannaelisabeth]

am i playing with your feelings? yes. will i stop? no. here's sailor-wife!kaz PART 11

jordie frowns, fiddles with his sleeve, takes another bite of the bread. he wonders what mama is doing, if the sea is blue. if it is as blue as she uses to tell him it is.

the door opens and jordie looks up, a smile spreads over his face. "scarvy!" he says and looks exitedly at the man that enters the room. scarvy huffs and closes the door behind him.

"did you like the sandwich?" he asks, sits down on the floor beside jordie, a thick blanket in his lap.

"mhmm", jordie mumbles and nods, eyes wide. then he looks down, lays eyes on the blanket in scarvy's hands. a frown forms on his face, and he gasps, eyes as wide as the possibly can be. "are you hurt?"

scarvy raises his eyebrows, follows jordie's gaze, and lifts his hand. his knuckles are red, bright glittering red. it has trickled down along one of his fingers too. "oh", he says, attempts to dry it off with his cuffs. "when i fixed you the sandwich i cut myself."

jordie presses his lips into a thin line. "mama says you gotta be careful with knives."

"she does?"

"yes", jordie nods, sighs, looks sadly at scarvy. "it must've hurt." his gaze flickers between scravy's hands and his eyes.

"ah", scarvy huffs, puts on a smile. "its' not that bad."

"good." jordie looks down at the floor for a moment, is silent for a moment. "why can't papa be here?" he meets scarvy's gaze. jordie doesn’t understand. they were supposed to go to melinda, not stay here. wherever here is.

"he's..." scarvy stops, frowns, swallows, smiles softly. "he's figuring stuff out."

jordie's head bobs up and his mouth falls open. "ahh", he says. "so he's working?" scarvy nods. jordie scrunches his nose.

"he said he wouldn't work today", he mumbles, crosses his arms over his chest. "what's he doing?" jordie's eyes glitter, despite the anger.

scarvy smiles crookedly. "he's counting..."

jordie widens his eyes. "i can do that too! you wanna hear?" scarvy laughs. "one, two..."

scarvy joins in, but then jordie puts up a finger over his lips. "thr-"

"shh!"

scarvy frowns. jordie sighs, straightens his back. "that is a bad number."

"three?"

"shh!!" jordie looks around. "i hate that number, it's ugly."

"ugly?"

"yes, and mama always uses it when i should stop doing things." jordie grimaces shakes his head, making the dark locks fly. "i count to three jordie and then you stop", he mimics and snorts. "i never get to do the fun stuff."

scarvy smiles softly, as if he recognised himself, or someone he knows. "what's fun to you?"

"i like to run in the stairs." jordie sits up straight, looks as if he was about to jump right up on his feet. "dun dun dun dun", he sounds, shakes his head, shows how it looks when he runs down.

"so stairs are-"

"i also like crocodiles!" jordie smiles proudly with his teeth and lifts his arms, clasps them together as if they were bella the monster crocodile's jaws. "they're cool, cool but-" he pulls up his shoulders to his ears, leans in towards scarvy and whispers. "-they're scary."

scarvy whispers back: "do you see her? she's back." he points at the corner of the room. "do you see how she enjoys the sun? how she jawns?" he turns his head to look at jordie, who's completely lost in scarvy's storytelling. "she's eaten, she's not hungry, and the water is nice. she's got her family there too, you see?"

"her family?"

"yes, see there are two small baby crocodiles over there."

jordie giggles. "now i see them. that's crocolaila and that's crocojim." he points.

scarvy nods. "siblings?"

"yes", jordie nods. "and crocolaila is oldest, she likes to be on the bridge. cause she's big." the bridge wasn’t there before, but he wanted a bridge. jordie likes bridges. they're nice.

scarvy frowns lightly, then he tilts his head to the side. "and what about crocojim then?"

"he comes with her. and they look at the turtles"

"at the turtles?"

"yes, that's me", jordie says and squints his eyes, smiles proudly. "i'm the turtle."

scarvy raises one eyebrow, frowns, opens his mouth and closes it. "you? a turtle?"

"yes, mama uses to call me that", jordie says, nods wildly and lifts a hand to the top of his head, scratches it. "she calls me basturtle. c'mon here little basturtle." he pauses, lowers his hand, looks into scarvy's eyes. they remind him a little of mama's. he thinks she'd like scarvy. they could talk about knives. she could show him petter.

"i think it has something to do with papa", he continues. "i think someone called him bassstarrrd once." scarvy raises both eyebrows this time, mouths an oh, lets out a chuckle.

"does your mama call you things?" jordie asks, sees how scarvy's smile fades and he looks away. jordie frowns. doesn't he like his mama?

"my mama isn't here anymore", he says, voice soft and low, and he looks like when papa has that look when he's not really looking at anything but he's still kinda seeing stuff that happened long time ago and its almost as if he's looking at a play in his mind and jordie has to say papa papa papa papa many times until he blinks and sees that jordie is there.

"where is she?"

"she's dead."

jordie frowns. "where is dead?"

scarvy forces a smile. "well, she's on vacation."

jordie squints his eyes. "is that an island?"

"vacation's when you go somewhere... and you never come back."

then, jordie looks down. "then my mama's on vacation sometimes too." his lower lip quivers and he blinks hard. "she's gone very long sometimes."

"your mama will be back." scarvy puts a hand on jordie's shoulder.

big blue innocent eyes look up, glittering with tears, and then jordie moves closer to scarvy, snuggles up in his lap. he closes his eyes, leans onto scarvy's chest, just like he uses to do with papa. scarvy's arms close gently around him, and jordie shuts his eyes.

"i miss mama", he whispers. "papa too."

"i know", scarvy says. and he sounds almost like uncle matt when he talked about that dog he had long time ago and he got sad when he thought about it because he missed it and then ninnie got sad too and mama hugged her and everyone got those frowns on their faces. "i miss mine too."

"did your papa give you hugs?" jordie asks.

scarvy huffs. "yes, he gave the best hugs."

"my papa too", jordie says, wriggles to make himself comfortable in scarvy's lap. "he got like perfect hugs. not too long but not to short. and they're warm."

"that must be nice", scarvy says and jordie jawns, leans his head towards scarvy's arm.

"we have a thing, that we-" jordie jawns again. "-do. and it's like this." jordie holds up his fist and curls it, and uncurls it a couple of times. "this means-" i'm tired. "-i want a hug. and if papa does this too, it's okay..."

"so you ask for permission? for a hug?"

"it's hugtions, like questions but not, because it's hugs you know and then you gotta have hug in the beginning. papa says he got no-touching day sometimes." jordie closes his eyes and relaxes in scarvy's arms.

"so he doesn't want anyone to touch him?"

"sometimes he says his skin is upset", jordie explains, words blurring together, scarvy nods slowly. "but mama says he's getting bet-" he jawns once more. "-ter and better..."

"i think you could use some sleep, little man", scarvy says, pulls the blanket over jordie, strokes his hair. and jordie smiles softly. papa uses to do that. even when he got no-touching day. he always strokes jordie's hair when he's saying goodnight.

jordie drifts off into sleep. and he’s dreaming again. dreaming of turtles and papa’s hugs.

#jordie ghafa #scarvy #soc #six of crows duology #six of crows #sailor wife!kaz #future whump #heavy angst #is scravy a bad guy or not????? #does jordie senior live or is he dead?

[britishchick09]

help! livewatch

to kick off my beatleversary, we’re taking a look at my fellow beatle fan (aka my dad)’s fave movie from the lads... help! i’ve only seen 15 minutes of ‘a hard day’s night’ because it was a bit boring and ‘yellow submarine’ was fantastic, so i hope this falls right in between. let’s go get some help!

...why are we back to the end of return of the jedi?

sacrifice WHAT’S HAPPENING

OMG the sacrificial ring!!! :o

wait does ringo have it?

people: “ring ring ring ring!!!” john in ob-la-di-ob-da-da anthology: “a ring!”

and it goes right into ‘help!’ clever one lads ;)

the movie is in color yet this is in black and white like it’s on tv. coolio! :D

‘help’ is a bop! :D

you’d think the credits would play over them but nope :/

eyyy called it! :D

CALLED IT AGAIN!!!!!!

♫ won’t you pleeeeeease please

me!!! :D 

this guy keeps throwing darts on the screen and it’s so weird:

OMG lester like phil lester???? ;o

tribe chief: “we need to find the ring!” guy: “has nobody looked in the washbasin?” lol :D

so the guy is only finding the ring for himself and not the tribe?

cool they live at 221b! :D

lady: “still the same they was before they was!” grammar much?

pretty house! :D

JOHN YOU SNEAKY LIL BISH

he’s reading it in a hole how nice :)

george is using fake teeth to mow a lawn inside their house how epic :D

and paul is playing the organ! :D

ringo: “me finger’s stuck in the door” no rongles it’s “I HAVE THE DOOR IN ME FINGERS!!!!’

OMG RINGO SCREAM LET GO LADY!!!!!

also his hair is a hot mess

john: “that’s immature of you, son” says you

ringo thought the lady thought his fingie was a sandwhich lol :D

ooh light :o

NOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!! :o

ringo just fell off the bed lol :D

john sleeps in the hole lol :D

why does john have a phone in the hole lol

he’s calling george and paul who are in the other rooms WHY CAN’T YOU JUST TALK TO THEM

and all he did was say ‘hello’ JOHN YOU DORK

the guy pronounced beatle ‘bee-ah-tle’ lol :D

guy: “they all look the same!” me before a year ago today

yo like harrods the store? :o

they keep saying ‘shilling’ why

ooh title!

groovy!

ringo to john: “what was it that first attracted you to me?” WOAH LENNSTARR???? john: “you’re very polite aren’t you?” yes that’s true thanks for not making it sarcastic :)

OMG MAGNETS!!!

john: “ah HA HA!!!!” op there’s the sarcastic bish!

two lads walking 0.2 feet apart in a 2 BECAUSE THEY’RE NOT BI!!!!

why are ringo and john saying the same things at the same time chaotic lads!

john: “what’s the matter?” ringo: “oh there’s no matter. OW OW OWWW!!!!” i think there’s a matter....

‘65 beatle girls: *swoon!!*

also don’t tell the lady she sucked up the wrong hand...

WELL THAT ESCALATED FAST

george keeps going ‘oh ho ho ho!!!” and i love it :D

they’re playing ‘you’re gonna lose that girl!’ :D

and it goes from not as clear film audio to clear recording audio which is weird

cool shot! :D (and beatle girls probably thought this was so hot)

ringo cig WHY

they have to do it again WHY IT WAS PERFECT

awww ringo’s dancing a bit :)

OMG :o

john: “you naughty boy!” don’t say that plz why :/

OMG THIS GUY’S GONNA CHAINSHAW WINGO :(((((

lady: “please flee!!!” ringo: “ok” lol :D

indian music! (you think this is how george started liking it?)

they’re seeking enlightenment! :D

ringo: “does this ring mean anything from you?” british guy: “freemason?” senpai wants your number

george is asking everyone if the blood rushes to them lol :D

OMG SOMEONE’S KILLING EVERYONE

guy: “could you pick this up for me please?” *knocks the chef out rapunzel style* lol :D

awww the lady wants to save ringo!

lady: “that’s the sacred ring!” paul: “say no more!” lady: “i can say no more!” lol :D

awww ringo is john’s best friend :)

oh no they have until 5 until a new victim is closing! :o

why is there a ticket in the soup

ringo: “that’s a season ticket!” john: “i love me a good seasoning” *puts it back in his soup* lol :D

ringo: “i got it from this eastern bird... lady” ;)

ringo can’t take the ring off!

george *about his soup*: “there’s footprints in here!” wut

THINGS ESCALATE SO QUICKLY IN THIS MOVIE!!!!

jeweler: “some problems are matrimonial” john: “eh heh heh” ;)

john wtf

the ring can’t be cut and it’s breaking the tools like rapunzel’s hair! :o

john: “you’re a failure, aren’t you scientist?” shut up plz

scientist: “voltage, up, up!” paul: “up up up up!!!” awww :)

scientist: “made in america you see!” john: “this is english” lol :D

john: “how do you feel?” ringo: “i used to use me hands” john: “he used to use his hands” lol :D

OMG I REMEMBER SEEING THAT WHEN I WAS A BABY FAN!!!!!

paulie likes it ;)

oh no the lady has a gun!! :o

the ‘brain drain’!

beatle logic: sing a song back home ALTHOUGH THEY SHOULD PROBABLY BE TAKING CARE OF THIS SERIOUS RING PROBLEM????

it’s ‘you’ve got to hide your love away’ so that’s cool :D

she’s not impressed :/ (but i am!)

john said the lady had ‘filthy eastern ways’ SHUT UP JAWN >:(

the lady wants ringo to shrink his fingo! :o

wait what

ooh intermission! :D

this is so random lol :D

PART 2 WAS JUST A LADY WASHING SOMEONE WTF WHY

that was random af and very family guy!

ringo’s allergic to penicillin like my mom! :D

OMG THE BAD GUYS ARE ATTACKING!!!!!!

my fave show! :D

JOHN IS ATTACKING IN THE HOLE ATTACK IN THE HOLE!!!!!

aww finger guns! :D

ringo’s crying at his suit having red all over :(

WHY IS THIS FIGHT SO CHAOTIC

ringo: “how can i get the ring off with me hands held up?” lol :D

ringo has a voice crack when he said ‘look!” :D

JOHN GON KILL U!!!!

john’s ‘get out’ is so good omg :D

oh no the scientists really want the ring now! :o

they’re in the snow for ‘ticket to ride’!!! :D

me lol :D

what a giffable shot! :D

:D

ooh music notes! :D

penny lane much? ;)

oh no the guys are watching them... ;)

the lads are saying ‘oh ho ho ho’ WHAT HIGH DORKS

OMG RINGO!!!!!!

he says ‘ouch ouch ouch’ when rolling down the snow lol :D

*OH HO HOS INTENSIFY*

evil snowman... >:)

the bad guys have a curling bomb and one of them keeps saying everything he does lol :D

george: “hey it’s thingie! a fiendish thingie!!” lol :D

guy: “useless! what rubbish!” *THINGIE BLOWS UP A SECOND LATER* lol :D

snowman battle! :o

guy: “in the name of kindness, stop! stop!” the lads: *don’t stop*

HOLY FRICK THEY’RE BEING FLAMETHROWERED

paul running into john at the train station... ;)

ooh sherlock holmes reference!!!!!! :D

:)

ringo: “they have a different religion... i think” lol :D

the scotland guy is mimicking ringo and ringo’s not impressed lol :D

why are the bad guys playing indian music in the phone booth WE KNOW WHO YOU ARE

999 is 911! :D

OMG IT’S MY FAVE HELP SONG ‘I NEED YOU’!!!!! :D

wowza editing in person! :o

paperback writer much? ;)

:D

‘she’s a woman’ from past masters is playing on a walkie talkie! :D

the chief thinks it’s shocking and hates it lol

chief: “take this hastily scribbled note hastily!” lol :D

motorcycle go brrrr

guy: “they shall not pass!” gandolf who

‘the night before is playing!!!! :D

:D

what a cool shot!

‘she’s a woman’ interrupted it no!!!! :/

OMG TNT

good ‘night before’ is back! :D

the lip syncing was kinda off tho

the bad guys are in camoflage and it’s like we’re in ww1!

the song ends ON A BIG AF EXPLOSION WTF

OMG THEY’RE USING MACHINE GUNS THIS IS SERIOUSLY WW1 NOW TH  FRICK

i came here to watch beatles NOT THE WAR

oh no john fell! :o

ringo: “get up johnny! get up for me, baby!” lennstarr tho ;)

so many explosions I DID NOT SIGN UP FOR THIS

guy: “MISSED you naughty boys!!!” ...plz dont call them that :/

victory music is playing did the bad guys win???

wtf is going on THIS ISN’T THE GREAT WAR IT’S THE HELP! WAR

buckingham??? :0

i swear if john is in nothing but a sheet-

not your lockie’s palace ;)

ringo: “IT APPEARS i need one card. IT APPEARS i need to chuck one in” IT APPEARS that you need to emphasize that for some reason...

them playing cards is so domestic :)

ringo: “i don’t just use my drumstick for drummin’” paul: “well what else is it for?” ringo: “i use it!” OH GOD WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT RONGLES

john: “we’re risking our lives for the most useless member!” is that fingo or ringo

ringo: “let that be an end to it, END TO IT” same ringo

omg the palace is haunted! :o

OMG QUEEN REFERENCE???

OMG SOMEONE’S SHOOTING

the guards are tripping over each other!

the scientists are the guards!!!! :o

they made time slow down! :o

someone sprayed that red paint and the lads yeeted out of there! :o

they’re in a bar DRINK DRINK DRINK EVERYBOOODY!!!!”

paul to ringo: “you’re a rat underneath aren’t you?” OHHHHH ROASTED!!!!!

paul used to wink at paul... mcharrison has sailed! :D

OMG TIGER ROAR WHAT

ringo’s alone with it no! :o

thanks for the clarification?

lady to ringo: “don’t move!” ringo to ‘a tiger’: “don’t move, that’s what she said!” lol :D

why is she whistling the 9th symphony

they’re all singing it to make the tiger calm and ringo’s like “ok!!”

A WHOLE CROWD IS SINGING IT WHAT

this is legit abbey road! :o

ooh bahamas!

i love how george is taking pics of everything :D

i didn’t think cameras sounded like static back then tho...

oh no THE CHIEF IS THERE TOO!!!!! :o

BOI WHY DID HE SLAP A GUY

no the scientist is there too! :o

prepare for the beatle bahamas battle lads...

idk what pc is but they all the soldiers all named that

ooh ‘another girl’! :D

i heard it was cold when the lads filmed the movie so rip to their arms :/

CAKE

so much purple! :o

hey john! :D

george: “let’s play a game it’s called peep peep peep peep-“ yup THEY SO INCREDIBLY HIIIGHHHH

THEY’RE SAYING ‘OH HO HO HO’ AGAIN WHY

the lady said ringo’s getting ‘disembowled’ and john’s like “keeps ye busy eh?” like the lil’ bish he is

ringo: “i don’t want to knock anyone’s religion but-” *runs away*

bike lads! :D

they keep saying ‘let’s go back and get ‘em!” yep they hiiiigh

a triumphant one of ‘i’m so happy to dance with you’ is playing!! :D

OMG ONE OF THE BAD GUYS IS SKYDIVING

wtf bro

paul’s explaining things cryptically and george is like ‘why tho’

:D

paul: “there’s the temple and that swimming pool and... i’m lost” lol :D

ringo: “read on” B)

OMG ISSA TRAP!!!!

george: “typical!” lol :D

WHAT DOES ‘KAILI’ MEAN

RINGO GO UNDER!!

omg he’s in the orange blanket! :o

ringo: “HEEEEELP!!! help me!!!” title drop roll credits! :D

dere he is! :D

i remember seeing that before i was a fan and thinking it wasn’t beatles lol

john: “he’s got a plan” paul: “a really famous plan!” john: “a plan superintendent...” superintendent: “you see i’ve got a plan!” ...i think he has a plan

:D

OMG ‘HARD DAY’S NIGHT’ IS PLAYING SO TRIUMPHANTLY

the plan is baseball?

#spon

smoooosh

everyone’s calling for ringo and george is beating his chest lol :D

THE SCIENTISTS GOT WINGO NOOOOOO

scientist: “dust in the generator. gets everywhere” and it’s rough & coarse too...

the lady is saving ringo!

the scientist doesn’t need the ring now that he has...’nobel prize juice’?”

they keep saying ‘eastern’ as the language.... :/

ringo: “i can’t swim!” lady: “what do you mean you can’t swim?” he means HE CAN’T SWIM LADY!!!!

oh no THE SACRIFICE!!!!

the sacrifice involves a horrible, inaccessible name... voldemort?

he’s free!!!! :D

ringo: “i don’t subscribe to your religion!” lol :D

‘help’ is playing again! :D

and the chief has the ring now... >:)

;D

...what does that have to do with anything tho

and with the trippy credits came the end of the movie! the only help i’ll be needing is why it was more weird than yellow sub but i had such a fun time with it (especially the snow scene and ‘i need you’)! what a great movie! :D

#livewatch #if there's one word to describe this it's not 'help!' it's 'chaotic!' #especially since i lost 30 minutes of commentary when tumblr glitched out #still a great movie! :D

[geneclarksboobs]

The Beach Boys go to the Museum

A crackfic. Read if you want to immediately lose all your brain cells.

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    Once upon a time, Brian Wilson was daydreaming about girls going to the museum which was very educational. More educational than daydreaming about girls which is good for you which is why he was daydreaming about going to the museum instead of girls. 

    “Yoo hoo brothers!” he said. 

    “What is it, big brother?” shouted Dennis and Carl Wilson from another part of the Beach Boys ResidenceTM

    “I have decided to go to the museum which is a very educational activity for us to do which will be beneficial for us,” said Brian. “I will call our cousin, Michael Edward Love, and our friend, Alan Charles Jardine.”

    “Oh ok, big brother,” the two younger Wilsons said. “As soon as we get out of the shower and clothe ourselves (which will probably align with the arrival of our cousin, Michael Edward Love, and our friend, Alan Charles Jardine), we shall take off in the Beach Boy MobileTM to go to the museum as you wish.”

T I M E S K I P

    “Incredible,” said Carl Wilson. “We have finished showering and being clothed just as our cousin, Michael Edward Love, and our friend, Alan Charles Jardine, have arrived.”

    “Now we can go to the  Beach Boy MobileTM to go to the museum Brian Wilson, my big brother, wishes.”     “I hate this story,” said Michael Edward Love, a man with no taste.

“Do not attempt to break the fourth wall,” said Brian Douglas Wilson, extremely annoyed at Mike Love’s lack of taste.

“Harrumph >:( !” harrumped Michael Edward Love.

Suddenly, Bruce Arthur Johnston appeared out of Norway. “May I come too?”

“Permission accepted,” said Al Jardine

T I M E S K I P

    The beach boys arrived at the Museum of Interesting Plot which interested them very much. They headed into the museum, where they bumped into GASP! The Beatles - an English rock band formed in Liverpool in 1960 with a line-up comprising John Lennon, Paul McCartney, George Harrison and Ringo Starr, who are regarded as the most influential band of all time. 

    “THE BEACH BOYS!” the bug boys ejected.

    “THE BEATLES!” the sand children exclaimed.

    “What a coincidence that we have bumped into you guys in the exact same museum,” said John Lennon. “I bet you were trying to sneak behind us and steal our songwriting ideas >:O”

    “Absolutely not >:O” said Brian Wilson, putting his hands on his hip in a gesture of frustration. “I bet YOU were trying to sneak behind us and steal OUR songwriting ideas”

    “We were not >:O” said Sir James Paul McCartney.

    They started fighting and in the moment of anger, they broke!! The statue of David (not Crosby unfortunately for the statue of David Crosby has cursed the museum for over a century now)!!!!!!!

    “HEY” said The Manager of The Museum (which was an unfortunate name given to him by his parents sad emoji)

    “Oh no” said Brian Wilson.

“Oh no” said Carl Wilson.

“Oh no” said Dennis Wilson.

“Oh no” said Mike Love.

“Oh no” said Al Jardine.

“Oh no” said Bruce Johnston.

“Oh no” said George Harrison.

“Oh no” said Paul McCartney.

“Oh no” said Ringo Starr

“Yoko Ono?” said John Lennon. “My wife in the future, depending on the era.”

“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” THERE WAS A CAR CRASHING INTO THE MUSEUM WHICH BROKE THE STATUE OF DAVID TENNANT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

IT WAS THE POOR MONKEES!!! IN THE MONKEE MOBILE!!!

“Ouchies!” said Micky Dolenz.

“OMG” said The Manager of The Museum (who happened to also be a clone of  Ringo Starr) He was angry. Very angry. So angry, that he was angry. “You guys better pay for this.”

“But we can’t,” said the Beatles (for Brian Epstein did not give them their allowance that day)

“We can’t either,” said the Beach Boys (for they had already spent enough on getting a nintendo switch to play animal crossing: new horizons.

This is left the poor, poor Monkees. “Bruh we poor af.”

“Then you have to work to pay for it smh,” said The Manager of The Museum.

“OH NO!” said all of them at once.

“You must go around the museum to find three fragments of the broken statue that you have broken, which somehow have been transported into the museum which you must complete challenges to get!”

“Like Dora the Explorer?” asked George Harrison, the youngest member of the Beatles. 

    “Yea,” saidThe Manager of The Museum. “Ok bye im gonna play animal crossing: new horizons now :))))))”

    “Ok. We must split up into three groups.”

BEACH BOYS SECTION - THE HALL OF THINGS THAT HAVE TO DO WITH WATER

    “Wow, how convenient is that we have coincidentally walked into the hall of things that have to do with water,” said Denny Wilson. “It is as this was planned.”

    And then…………………….”oh my god a wave,” said M*ke Love.

    “QUICKLY INTO THE BEACH GEAR” shouted Brian Wilson as they proceeded to use the sims animation to change into their beach gear. “NOW WE MUST.,,,,,,,,,,,,.,.,..,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,..,.,.,.,..,.,.,”

“We thro Dennise into da water bc he is da only 1 who can surf XD” said Mke Luv as he tossed Deniise into da water liKE A BOSS AND HI-FIVES ALL ROUND WAPOOSH WAPOOSH TAHK YOU GUYS FOR WATCHING AND I’LL SEE U IN THE NEXT VIDEO!!! *outro plays*

“Ahem,” said Ctrl. “We did not bring a surfboard,,,,,,,,so how is he supposed to surf??? Thonk emoji. Lmfao roasted XD”

“We use (drumroll pls) AL SARDINE as Da Surfboard Lmao!!!” said Miiiiiike lov e as they all jumped on Al Jardine.

“I did not feel a thing, lol” said ALAN JARDINE because he was a super strong boy (stock image of a blond guy flexing his muscles).

Surfing montage.

Surfing montage.

Surfing montage.

Surfing montage.

Surfing montage.

Surfing montage.

Surfing montage.

Surfing montage.

Surfing montage.

Surfing montage.

Surfing montage.

Surfing montage.

“Bruh we reusing animation bro,” said Denal Wilson.

“Oh look an island,” said Brain. Dey all hopped off and landed on the island. On the island was Kurt Cobain.

“Wow Mr Kurt Cobain,” said Broose Honda. “I did not know you lived on dis island.”

“I don’t rofl,” said Coq Au Vin as he handed them a statue fragment.

“Oh wow thx Coco Van,” as they flew away.

MONKEE SECTION - THE HALL OF….I DONT KNOW

    “Lmao is that Stephen Arthur Stills, an American singer, songwriter, and multi-instrumentalist best known for his work with Buffalo Springfield and Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young,” joked Micky Dolenz, pointing to a mirror in front of Peter Tork.

    “Lol yeah,” said Stephen.

    Micky screamed.

    “Here you go broski,” said Stephen Stills, handing them a fragment.

    “But what did we do?” asked Mike Nesmith.

    “Allowing the author to make the awful, often repeated annoying joke about me and Peter Halsten Thorkelson looking like identical twins.”

    “Ok thanks brewski,” said the Monkees as they headed off. “Come on Peter, don’t just stand there.”

    “But I’m Stephen.”

    “Wait,” said Davy. “But Peter was standing there just now.”

    “No, I was standing there.”

    The Monkees looked at each other and had a collective sigh. It was not gonna be as easy as they thought.

    And to make this complication more complicated, the author decided to make David Crosby, Graham Nash and Neil Young walk into the scene.

    “Bro Stephen wtf,” said Neil. “I knew you were small but I didn’t think you could crawl into the vents like that.”

    “But I’m Peter??????????”

    “Oh no not again,” said Graham Nash, already getting another headache.

    “Wait, wait wait, just a moment,” said Davy Jones. “Go back a bit. What do you mean by crawling through the vents.”

    “Please do not question the plot,” threatened David Crosby. 

    “YUH DAVY” said Micky. “Come on now, Peter,” - he grabbed Peter’s hand -” we gotta advance the plot.”

    “But I’m Stephen.”     Micky looked at him with such an expression that expressed a deep amount of hatred for the author. “It doesn’t matter. You guys are the same person anyway.”

The other lads shrugged and took poor Peter Halsten Dorkelson who was too confuzzled and befuddled and bamboozled to be crying.

BEATLES SECTION - THE HALL OF PAPERWORK

    “This is so boring,, (-_-)” said Jawn Jennon. “I think George Harrison fell asleep.”     “L M A O i did rofl lol,” said Heorge Garrison.

    “I am surprised because there is so much paperwork lying about that all look so boring!!” said Paul McEyelash.

    “Someone should clean this up smh,” said Ringone Starone.

    “YAAWWWWWWWWWWWNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!” they all sed at 1nce. That yawn pushed a stack of paper off a table, which caused a chain reaction, leading to a bucket falling down, a train being activated, a cow mooing and the members of Queen being awoken from their frozen-in-som-kind-a-tube state.

    “BRO WTF WHOMST WOKE US UP (((p(>o<)q)))” said Roger Taylor, stretching. “I was still having my beauty sleep.”

    “(O.O) omg (O.O)(O.O) oh mah gawd (O.O)(O.O)(O.O)” said Freddie Mercury. “Are those (O.O)(O.O)(O.O)(O.O) the legendary (O.O)(O.O)(O.O)(O.O)(O.O)(O.O)(O.O)(O.O) bug boys????????”

    “Ja” said gH.

    “ヽ(★ω★)ノ” said Brian May

    “(¬_¬") smh you woke up my cheese toast,” said John Deacon.

    “I guess, we should thank u for waking us up,” said Freddeh.

    “We wuz nevah gonna wake up,” said Briaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan Mei.

    “Take dis,” Rogah Taylah gave them a statue fragment that had landed in his hair.

    “Wow thanks that was EZ lmao,” said the bug boys as they went away.

T I M E S K I P

    “（●＾o＾●）” said The Manager of the Museum as he stuck the broken statue fragments of the broken statue of the Museum of Interesting Plot Idea (well I think that what it was called Lmao I didn’t check don’t correct me doe lel)

    “It was’t very challenging at all doe…” said Sand Children. “And for a story with out name in the title, we did not seem to get much attention at all.”

    “Shut up you’ll get your moment later,” said the others pointing down to the rest of the story. “See look at that.”     “None of this is very good,” said Mike Hate, a man with no taste.

    They all went into their respective vehicles and drove away.

    “WAIT!!!!!!” said Dave Jone of the Monkees, pausing the time. “We did not resolve the plot point of us actually kidnapping Steven Stills?????”

    “Help me,” said Stepe.

    “STFU IT’S OUR STORY (◣_◢)” said the beach of the boys, so infuriated with them that smoke came out of their ears like a boiling kettle and their eyes started glowing red which indicated anger.

    “Oh ok sorry lel, he’s British Lol,” said Mike Nesmith.

    “STFU Myke Gessmith.”

    “;~;” said Mike Nukesmith.

    “Y do u guys always have to take the spotlight?!” asked the Beaky Bubs.

    “Bc we’re the author’s favourites, unfortunately,” said Micky, shivering at the memories of what had happened to them before in previous crack fics.

    “Sux for u lmao.”

    Uh how to end dis. Boom. Story done lel.

    THE END FADE TO BLACK

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.Al Barmine

#the beach boys #queen #the monkees #the beatles #kurt cobain #for some reason idk bro i like him ok #csny #why did i write this #my fics #i wrote 1853 of this stupidity

[spacetimeconundrum]

For the fanfic ask jawn, let's get some writer commentary on a paragraph from Knots in Time that you're particularly fond of. :D

Oh hey, the Metacrisis/Rose wedding fic! Sure, we can talk about that one. :)

I dunno that there’s one particular paragraph that stands out, so you’re gonna get a few highlights and behind the scenes thoughts, bearing in mind that I wrote this story in (checks publication date on ff.net) 2012, so it’s been a solid 8 years since then. (Actually had to do a quick re-read and poke through my files for a bit to refresh my memory to answer this.)

Popping the rest behind a ‘read more’ because it got long and also, spoilers?

There was a sharp "CRACK", a brilliant flash, and the scent of ozone in the air. The Doctor stood stupefied, part-Time Lord senses tingling, staring at the empty space where Rose had been standing.

"What?"

He blinked. "What!"

The guests looked as shocked as he was. But they weren't left staring with him for long; they were interrupted by a distinctly curious wheezing sound. The Doctor's eyes raised in disbelief in time to see a very familiar, very blue police box appear at the back.

"What?"

Ah yes, I thought I was very clever here, with this call-back to Ten’s favorite reaction to anything unexpected happening / Donna’s first appearance on DW. Feels a little too cutesy-clever now, but maybe it’s fine and I’m just being hard on my old writing.

Also! Why does it matter that the police box is blue here? Of course the Doctor’s TARDIS is always blue, you say, what other color would it be? This is actually because of a different story I hadn’t actually written yet at the time, Unsinkable (and later And Then There Was One), wherein I posit that the Pete’s World Universe actually does have its own Doctor, and his TARDIS is red, because in this parallel universe, most police boxes came in red instead of blue.

(Incidentally, there ARE in fact real red police boxes in the UK, or there were, see proof here.)

I had originally intended (spoilers for a long unfinished/abandoned fic) to have Rose and the Metacrisis Doctor meet the Pete’s World Doctor in Parallel Adventures, which takes place chronologically before Knots in Time, and thus, they’d recognise the red TARDIS if it showed up unexpectedly, so having a blue one pop up means Something is Definitely Up. Well, okay, since I hadn’t actually written those other stories yet, when I did go to write them, I realised I needed a reason why the TARDIS appearing here would be so shocking to everyone, thus the color change for Pete’s World Doctor’s TARDIS. (Overthinking details, in MY fic writing? It’s more likely than you think.)

Other fun things - at the time I actually did some little sketches of a few scenes / bits from this fic, and this is one of them:

Next!

Rose dug through her skirt until she found the hidden pocket she'd had sewn into the dress. Her mother had protested, telling her it was her wedding gown, why would she want to risk spoiling the lines of the skirt with pockets? What could she possibly need to be carrying anyway? Rose was glad she'd insisted. Grinning, she pulled out the two items she never left home without: her Torchwood communicator and the sonic screwdriver the Doctor had made for her as a surprise when he'd recreated his own.

Turning on the communicator, she wasn't exactly surprised to find it was out of range of the Torchwood network. Brilliant. She keyed in the code for the 'Agent in Distress' locator beacon and was rewarded for her efforts by the lights in the room flashing green and a mechanical voice announcing what could only be some sort of warning or displeasure at her actions.

"Didn't like that, did you?" She grinned up at the ceiling, tongue between her teeth. "Just wait for my next trick."

So, I may have a thing for competent!Rose. It was important to me that she not end up the generic ‘helpless companion in need of rescue’, even though, yes, she does need a little help getting back to her wedding from the space ship she’s been teleported to, because plot, but Rose has agency here beyond plot McGuffin, dammit!

See also, Rose engaging in diplomatic relations (good grief those aliens look lame, what the hell, 2012-me) with her captors:

And...

Rose stared at her, struggling to think of something to say as the pieces slowly came together in her mind. The girl had a soft London accent and her mannerisms felt so like someone she knew, it was unsettling. It wasn't until she looked down and noticed the scuffed blue Converse trainers that it finally clicked. She couldn't be.

As if to confirm her suspicions, a familiar voice called out and Rose looked up from what could only be her daughter to see the Doctor come jogging around the corner.

"Jane! How many times have I told you not to wander off? If you're not going to listen then you can go back to wait in the Tar-" He paused mid-sentence when he saw who she was standing next to. "-dis. Hello, Rose."

Fun with time travel! You never know when you’re going to run into your own future, whoops. :)

Sudden, unexpected kid!fic! Because if you’re going to write a ‘happily ever after’ fic, might as well go all-in, right? Not that everyone’s happily-ever-after should or would involve marriage and kids, but it seemed like the sort of future the non-Metacrisis Doctor very specifically can’t have, so why not give it to his half-human double? I dunno.

Upon reflection, this might be the fluffiest thing I’ve ever written, I think.

Future Metacrisis!Doc and kiddos:

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That’s probably way more information than you wanted or expected about this story, huh? Hope it was entertaining at least!

PS - still kinda proud of myself for the terrible pun in the title of this story

#STC answers questions #writer commentary ask meme #knots in time #metacrisis!doctor/rose #my writing #badxwolfxrising

[emilyblame]

‘Fandom’ first listen.

well, technically, second. because first actual listen was with the lights out, headphones on, eyes closed. didn’t understand half the lyrics because Awsten can’t enunciate for jack shit, but that’s how we roll in this house. (i always listen to albums for the first time like this and in general- but no one asked me).

moving on, second listen is reading lyrics. and here goes my take on every track!

so, Awsten said each song on the album sounded like a movie. and, to be completely honest with you, Cherry Red actually sounds like it belongs in the titles of a coming of age rom-com. it wasn’t what i expected it to be, but it was a nice surprise. like, the very beginning sounds like it could easily live in the soundtrack of 1986′s “Labyrinth”, which was scored by absolute legend David Bowie, no less.

and i really love the way it connects with Watch What Happens Next, which i thought it might be my favorite from the album, but it has been kicked down to fifth, maybe sixth place?

the outro to Dream Boy still reminds me of Crave. and i still don’t know what to do with that information. loved that he recycled the pre-chorus melody of Glitter Times (RIP) for the second verse here. i think i haven’t said that before.

ok. i’m just gonna put this out there: Easy To Hate sounds like it could’ve been a Big Time Rush song and that makes me so fucking happy. i mean, obviously not lyrically, but- anyway. this song... man. you know when you hear a song that’s so good you cry and you can’t stop smiling? no? just me? holy. shit. everything about this song is so fucking good. i literally don’t know where to start praising it.

i know High Definition is the song that’s most important to Awsten, and he said he felt like it's the best thing he’s ever written. but i strongly disagree. i like the song just fine, i just don’t think it’s the best thing he’s ever written.

oh my god, Telephone sounds like everything that’s ok in the world. same feelings than with Easy To Hate minus the crying. i just can’t seem to stop smiling. it’s just-- good, man. it’s really good.

Group Chat is... definitely something. hahaha. loved that.

fuck. i hadn’t listened to Turbulent for a while, and when it came on i fangirled hard. it’s so good! it’s creepy in the best of ways and i had forgotten how much i loved that. it was the only other single (apart from WWHN) that i instantly liked. (and the acoustic version slaps so bad!)

Never Bloom Again. HOLY SHIT. i’ve tried looking for a way to say this in English but i couldn’t find the exact words, i’m sorry, pero Lucky People: la tenés adentro. this is probably one of my favorite songs from the album, like top 3 for sure. Awsten’s vocals are so heartfelt. i fucking cried my eyes out (both times i listened to it- and i doubt that’s gonna change with multiple listens.)

when they were talking with Fish about I Miss Having Sex But At Least I Don’t Wanna Die Anymore, Fish asked Awsten, “Who hurt you?” kind of ironically, but like... boy! apparently e-v-e-r-y-b-o-d-y hurt him. who the fuck sends Awsten death threats? i just wanna talk-- all jokes aside, that’s really fucked up. i can’t believe we’re almost in 2020 and kids still send death threats to people on social media. it makes me want an apocalypse so bad. humanity needs to be destroyed- some people are too fucking mean. anyway, back to the song. i kinda feel bad for liking this song, but i think it sounds really cool. i like the way he laughs in the chorus, like he realizes how sad what he’s saying is but he’s already saying it and he’s sticking with it.

shout out to Jawn and Zakk in War Crimes, dude! also shout out to that badass bass riff in between whatever those two verses are? that’s simple but effective AS FUCK. like the song has zero structure but it works so fucking well. BOY. War Crimes is tight as fuck.

i still don’t like [Reboot]. i’m not sure what it is about it. i really enjoy the break down/interlude, though, right before the last couple of choruses. i think by the way the build up sounds, i was kinda expecting he’d hit the high harmony when the chorus kicks back in, or maybe a change of key...? mmm, that would’ve been nice. but, you know... this is me talking out of my ass. i don’t know shit.

wait! i also love that it ends with storm sounds that carry on to Worst. oh. and i absolutely love the bass they added. yes. also, love the way he gasps for air at the very end of the second verse, because i’m weird as fuck and i love it when he does that. and that “Pretty cool!” was cute as Hell too.

so, Zone Out is basically Dream Boy again... but like a ‘go to sleep’ version. i woul’ve been totally ok with them calling it Dream Boy Revisited, to be honest. when Awsten talked about a reprise in ‘Fandom’ i kinda pictured it more like Men Are All The Same by The Used, or What A Catch, Donnie by Fall Out Boy, goodbye by Billie Eilish if you’re feeling lucky. but it’s just a different version of Dream Boy’s chorus. and i guess that’s fine but also... if it wasn’t there it wouldn’t be much of a difference either...? i don’t know.

fuck. I Felt Younger When We Met. fuck. i mean... fuuuuck, what a good way to finish an album. i mean, Waterparks never had issues finishing albums on great notes, we all know that. I’ll Always Be Around and Sleep Alone were fucking gems, you just had to hit replay, because they both left you wanting more. now, I Felt Younger When We Met literally demands you to hit replay because it fucking ends where Cherry Red starts and I FUCKING LOVE THAT SO MUCH ALSJDKLASJLDAKLSJDKL. sorry for the freak out, it had to be done. it’s just so fucking good!

Overall. i really enjoyed the album. i think it’s amazing. i think it’s even better than ‘Entertainment’. and trust me, i never thought i’d say that either. i think maybe i was a little scared to listen to it because of how strongly i didn’t like the singles (except for Turbulent and WWHN) and i really wanted to like the album. i mean, if i didn’t, it wasn’t the end of the world, of course. but, i don’t know. i just wanted to like it so bad.

like, every previously unreleased song is so fucking good that you can’t help but love the album. it’s a really good album. i fucking love it. i love it. and i can’t picture people not liking it.

#and since i fucking liked it so much #can't wait for Jon from ARTV to shit on it #that guy hates everything that i like and it makes me mad #anyway. put the 'keep reading' there as not to spoil anybody #hope that helped #i mean. i kept it pretty vague but... just in case #also... #fandom

[kyleknight]

Parasomnia: Sleepwalking 1/2

oh yea babey we’re back to @xjawnx‘s demigod au. this part is getting a bit long, so I’m breaking it into two parts. warning for injuries and blood. probably should have put those warnings on some of the other bits too

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“Did you actually get what you needed?” Awsten asked Otto.

It had been at least an hour since they left the farm. They had been walking in relative silence, since everyone was hyperaware of how their departure had been less than ideal. Awsten had been able to take them on one rainbow bridge early in their journey, but there hadn’t been enough moisture in the air since then to make any more. Which meant they had been on foot, under the summer sun, in the middle of Texas, for at least an hour.

“Yeah, I got it,” Otto said. “I put it in Jawn’s bag.”

“What? When?” Awsten stopped to turn and look at Jawn.

Jawn gave Awsten a look. “Probably when you were talking with Otto’s dad.” He opened his bag and took out something about the size of a lunch box. No, it was a lunch box. Jawn handed it to Otto.

“Is that a lunch box?” Geoff said. “I thought your dad—”

“My mom gave this to me,” Otto said. He unzipped the zipper holding it shut and held it open for them all to see.

Inside, the box was packed with sandwiches, fruit, snacks, juice… enough for the four of them to all eat and be full. Awsten gaped at it.

“Are you telling me you’ve had food in that thing the whole time?” he said.

“No!” Otto said. “I mean… maybe? It’s got a mind of its own. It puts whatever food it thinks I need inside.”

“But… there was a good chance that this thing had food,” Jawn said.

“Yeah, it always does,” Otto said.

Awsten struggled to resist the urge to yell at Otto for keeping lunch from them. Okay, no that wasn’t going to happen. “You’ve been keeping lunch from us!” he yelled. “I wasn’t gonna say anything because I felt bad for you! No more nice Awsten from now on!”

Otto rolled his eyes. “Gee, thanks. You wanna sit down right here and eat?”

It was kind of a shitty place for lunch, but they were all pretty hungry and none of them wanted to keep walking just to find a place out of the sun. The food was amazing, and as they ate, Awsten kept opening and closing the lunch box to see if it would give him the exact brand that he was thinking of. Eventually it did. Fucking nice.

They started walking again, which kinda sucked, but there wasn’t really a better way to travel to the mystery ghost town in the middle of the desert somewhere. As they kept moving, Awsten looked up at the sky and wondered briefly if his mom was watching out for him.

Then he wondered if she was sending those updates she promised to send to his human mom. He smiled, just in case she was showing her an image of where he was. Man, seeing Otto visit his dad was making Awsten miss her so bad. Next time they found a spring or something, he was definitely calling his mom.

The day passed slowly, uneventfully. The tension from the farm was soon gone, replaced by their usual comfortable camaraderie. Jawn pressed Otto for stories about growing up on a farm, and Otto entertained them for a while talking about all the ridiculous ways the animals had gotten stuck in various places and positions over the years.

“Must be nice, being a child of Demeter on a farm,” Geoff said.

Otto shrugged and smiled. “I mean, we never had a bad year. It was cool too, once I could start actually doing things. Making things grow and helping the animals out and all.”

“Hey, since you’re an actual cowboy, can you say ‘yeehaw’?” Awsten said.

Otto shoved at him. “Shut up.”

“YEEHAW!” Awsten yelled. “Ah’m Farmer Otto!”

“Gods, you’re the worst,” Otto laughed.

Quite unfortunately, the teasing was cut short by a dark cloud in the distance that was rapidly approaching them. Awsten drew his sword and stood in front of Geoff, useless and weaponless. He narrowed his eyes as he saw what was coming for them.

Stymphalian birds.

It looked like there were only half a dozen of them, but any number of those birds was bad news. Their sharp beaks gleamed in the late afternoon sun as they drew nearer to the group of demigods. Awsten winced, remembering his past encounters with those birds. He still had the scars.

“Stay together!” Awsten said, looking behind him at Otto and Jawn, who were also prepped for fighting. Jawn had his spear in his hands and was eyeing the birds with grim determination. Otto had his hunting knife.

Awsten spared a second to wish they had some kind of longer ranged weapon. For now, Jawn’s spear would have to do. And of course, he and Otto would be able to handle the birds once they were close enough.

The birds shrieked as they started swooping down towards Awsten. He couldn’t help his flinch. Because of it, his first swing with his sword went off course and missed his target. His mind filled with panic as the shrieks of the birds sounded loud in his ear—

But then someone was shoving him back, into Geoff’s chest. Jawn’s spear was a blur in Awsten’s vision as it sliced straight through two of the birds at once, dissolving them into dust.

“You okay?” Geoff said, helping Awsten to regain his footing.

“I’m fucking fine,” Awsten huffed. He pushed away from Geoff and concentrated on aiming at one of the evil little monsters. He swung his sword with a little more force than necessary, turning the bird into dust.

Okay, yeah he was feeling better now. Awsten checked on Otto, who wasn’t having much luck reaching the birds, but at least he wasn’t hurt. The remaining three birds flew up out of reach, shrieking at the demigods.

Awsten squinted up at the birds, nearly blinding his eyes with the direct bright sunlight. The birds split up, and for a moment, it looked like each of them were flying at one of the three armed demigods.

Until suddenly they veered off course and headed straight for Geoff. Two of them sent a small shower of sharp needlelike feathers shooting at Geoff.

“Oh shit,” Geoff said, trying to jump out of the way. He didn’t manage to miss all of the feathers though, and cried out in pain as they sliced his left arm.

“Fuck no!” Awsten yelled, swinging his sword right as Otto and Jawn both closed in to guard Geoff with their own weapons.

The three remaining birds burst into dust all at the same time.

Awsten was shaking. He looked around them, fearing that there was another swarm of the awful birds on their way. He didn’t see anything, but he still felt dangerously exposed out here in the open.

“Fuck, Geoff, how bad is it?” Jawn was saying behind him, carefully reaching out to hold Geoff’s arm.

Geoff winced and gasped as he moved his arm. There were eight of those horrible little feathers stuck in his arm. Awsten couldn’t stand looking at them. His old scars were flaring with phantom pain. He looked back at the skies. No birds, they were going to be okay.

“Okay, do you wanna sit down while I get these out?” Jawn said gently.

“We need to get out of the open,” Awsten said, sheathing his sword and peering ahead of them, hoping there was some kind of shelter coming up in their journey. Somewhere where they could take care of Geoff and maybe even rest for the night. Evening was coming soon.

“Awsten…” Otto began.

Awsten shook his head. “Otto, can you check your lunch box? See if there’s a bottle of water in there. I’m gonna make a bridge to get us somewhere safer.”

He looked at Otto, hoping to convey how he was feeling without words. This really wasn’t the best time to dig into his past with those particular monsters, just for the sake of explaining his desire to get the fuck away. Otto looked like he wanted to ask questions, but he was silent for a moment. Then he sighed and went over to Jawn to get the lunch box out of the bag.

“Geoff, are you gonna be okay for a minute?” Otto asked.

“Yeah,” Geoff said, although his voice was strained. Awsten still refused to look at him and the feathers in his arm.

Geoff was going to be fine. Eight feathers wasn’t that bad. Compared to— no, Awsten wasn’t going to think about that.

Otto pressed a water bottle into Awsten’s hand. Not that much, but it would have to be enough.

“Alright,” he said. He unscrewed the cap and reached out to grab Otto’s hand. “You all holding on?”

“Yeah,” Otto said after a second.

Awsten sprayed the water in the air in front of him and concentrated his power. The rainbow materialized at his feet. Awsten poured as much power as he could into the rainbow as it grew and pulled them off the ground, into the air. Higher, higher, high above the Texas landscape. Awsten fought back the momentary wave of vertigo and focused on making the bridge as long as he could.

Geoff gasped in pain again behind him, and Awsten flinched again, this time in guilt. He kept the rainbow bridge going, however, taking the demigods far away from the place where the birds attacked them.

The rainbow eventually had to drop to the ground again, and Awsten was relieved when he saw it was going to deposit them in a place full of shrubs and trees and piles of rocks that would offer shelter for the night.

Awsten turned as the rainbow ended so he could help catch Geoff before they all hit the ground. Unintentionally, as they landed on solid ground again, Awsten looked at Geoff’s arm. It was already soaked with blood. Fuck.

Geoff noticed Awsten staring in horror and he offered him a weak smile. “S’not that bad. Hey. Hey, Awsten. Nice rainbow road. Should play Mario Kart when we get back.”

Awsten groaned. “Jawn, better fix him up fast, he’s turning into a stupid gamer again.”

Otto chuckled as they helped ease Geoff down so he was lying against a nice smooth-looking rock. “I’ll kick your ass in Mario Kart when we get back, Geoff,” he said.

“Ha,” Geoff laughed. “No, you don’t.”

Jawn opened his bag of medical supplies and reached for the feathers still sticking out of Geoff’s bloody arm. “Alright, Geoff, don’t move too much.”

“Okay, I’m not going to be any help here,” Awsten announced loudly, walking away. “I’ll, um, set up camp, alright? See ya! I’m gonna get some, um, firewood!” And then he was practically running away.

He wasn’t far enough away when he heard Geoff yell in pain as Jawn started taking out the feathers.

#mani playing with words #demigod parx au #the real reason Im not posting more is bc Im tired as heck #stayed up too late working on the carknighters fic

[notwxrriors]

bro wait. what does everyone look like in angelverse i’m so ????? confused i know Nothing about angels what do you mean by physical form

this is a good opportunity for a masterpost type thing so thank u! 

so from what I've been writing for angelverse, angels have feathered wings and halos, and demons have flightless wings (no feathers), horns, and tails. angels bodily fluids are gold/pearlescent/etc, demon's are typically black or grey

angel awsten has smaller wings than most angels, two different colors, and a halo that changes color with his mood. in most of the prompts tho aws gets corrupted and turns into a demon, but still retains his feathers, but they're shades of grey. either little horns or one's that wrap around his halo, depending on the story 

geoff's a seraph with six pairs of Very Large wings, brilliant white-blue, and we haven't talked abt his halo much! but I like to think about it as maybe different shaped, or has little stars floating around it or smthn

jawn's usually a demon who converts to an angel, with crimson and gold wings

we rarely seem to talk abt otto but otto's usually a demon 

elijah is a demon, mostly an incubus-type, big horns and a long tail and impressive wings for a demon 

BUT in the guardian angelverse that we've also been talking abt, awsten's just a human and geoff's his guardian angel, and elijah's his devil. they mostly live in his head, communicating through thought, but can present themselves to him physically when needed. 

geoff's physical form is mostly just a bright orb of light with all his wings, and elijah is a bit more like a shadow figure, featuring snaking tendrils

i hope that makes sense sfghkgdgjk

#angelverse #ask #the Lore #at least for appearances

[theghostofashton]

“i’ve got you.”

so somehow whenever i have a bad day the words come a lot easier lmao

this was on my request list from one of my friends (read: rachel), she gave me the idea and i made it hurt a lot more than she probably intended which is basically my brand by now oops lmao

mild trigger warnings for panic attacks and self harm

16. "i've got you."

It was stupid.

He knows that much.

It was the craziest, dumbest, pettiest argument. It made everything red and brought the critters up his hands, pressed the stingers against his back and infused everything with a tidal wave of crimson, but it was so fucking stupid.

He said something and Geoff said something else and god he should've never opened his fucking mouth why do you do these things why do you get yourself into these messes why are you so fucking toxic to yourself and then upset about it why do you act like this isn't all your fucking fault why-

It started off small and snowballed, like every retort was a new layer wrapping around the snowball they'd begun to create and in the end Geoff's tower was higher. His hit was harder. It was more powerful, coming from him, a punch in the stomach that sent the air out of its place in his chest and made everything feel like it was falling, like he was gripping onto the cliff with the tips of his fingers and trying to pull himself over a ledge that only seemed to be crumbling beneath him.

Recording ran long and he spent way too much time in the studio and he couldn't fucking get it right why are you such a fuck up why can't you do this one thing this thing you're good at why can't you fucking do it why are you such a fucking screw up- and the track still isn't done and everything is delayed and it all has to be pushed back because of him and it's his fault his fucking fault you're so stupid Geoff didn't do anything wrong why the fuck are you such a brat-

Some days I don't know why I put up with this shit, for fuck's sakes!

It keeps repeating in his head, over and over. He keeps replaying it, closing his eyes and transporting himself back to their apartment where his body shook and his cheeks heated and the strength of the world's anger felt contained in his fists, so much, so heavy, so powerful he couldn't stop it it wouldn't stop why wouldn't it stop-

The words keep playing and he hears them in Geoff's voice every time, hears the venom and the poison and feels everything start to crumble underneath him before Geoff is even done talking, feels the world start to shift and break and fall to pieces and knows he's right there with it.

He remembers the nights, so many of them, floating between dreams and reality, intoxicating himself in the packaged agony, letting the darkest corners of his mind swell up and loom over and come crashing down, again and again until the world was hot and then cold once more and everything felt like it was ending. Until he pressed nose against collarbone and felt tears soak into fabric and cried, I'm sorry I know I'm too much you don't have to be here you don't have to take care of me you can go you don't have to stay I- cried against a body that stiffened and breath that felt warm against his ear, never say that again, sunshine. You're not an obligation. I love you. I want to be with you. Forever.

You're not an obligation.

You're not an obligation.

Maybe he is.

Maybe Geoff's been lying to him all this time and he is and he was looking for just the right moment and today came flittering down and handed itself to him on a silver platter.

Maybe everything he knows is about to be over maybe it's about to stop maybe it's all about to stop maybe he's about to lose the best thing that ever happened to him maybe-

He swallows against the sob and forces it back down, feels it change to nausea on the journey and move heavily into his stomach. He's so sick. Everything is wrong and he's so fucking sick and the world doesn't make sense anymore and he wants to go back in time to two hours ago and come home and just ignore Geoff- why the fuck did you have to be so mean to him it's not his fault you had a bad day it's not-

He had to get out of there. Geoff called after him and a tiny part of him wanted to run and hope and believe the world would work out and he'd have Geoff's open arms to run into, but he's not that lucky. He's never that lucky.

The receptionist knows him all too well by now. He doesn't even bother buzzing up anymore. The man has seen him barefoot and soaked to the bone on some particularly bad nights, run through the lobby with his open laptop in his hands after he's finished demoing out a song he's in love with, visit this building once, twice, possibly three times a day if what he has to say is really that important. He knows him and he knows he'll wait if the timing isn't right.

So he finds himself on the steps, forcing himself to take a new breath every time he climbs one. He's a mess and he knows it but he also knows that trying to understand anything mid-panic attack is futile and he needs to talk he needs to breathe he needs someone he can't do this-

He stops in front of the door and inhales again, takes a lasting breath that feels like water washing over a desert, dampening fields that have been parched far too long. Everything's gonna be okay. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.

He lifts a hand to knock on the door and then he stops.

He stops with his hand poised right in front of the wood. Everything freezes. Glaciers are traveling up his hands but his back feels hot. Wet. His shirt is starting to stick to his skin.

He hears it. It sounds musical. It's light and sounds airy and punctuates a soft sentence he can't quite detect. There's another voice and then it's back to hers and she laughs again. It gets louder as they come closer to the door.

He stops.

Because Jawn isn't alone and he doesn't know why he thought he would be, why he assumed that his life would be put on hold because he had a fight with Geoff and is now having a panic attack, why he figured that he'd be there with open arms and warm breaths to fill in the spaces of his panicked ones, a body and a breath and it'll be okay, Aws. Geoff loves you. You're gonna figure this out. Just take some deep breaths with me, okay? Everything's gonna be fine. I'm right here. I'm not leaving you. You've got me, no matter what.

Because Jawn has a girlfriend and a life outside of him because everything shouldn't revolve around him because the world is moving on and people are living their lives and time is passing and no one is gonna be around to deal with his stupid bullshit forever.

Because Geoff is tired of it and Jawn is starting to follow and everything is happening for them it's all falling into place it's all working out the world works out for them but not for him and they're tired of picking up the pieces when it does because he's always like this and he can't stop and they won't be there forever no one will be there forever you need to fucking grow up and stop acting like a child you stupid piece of shit you can't always expect everyone to drop everything when you're having a bad day-

Because his bad days are plenty and the world wasn't ready for that many.

Jawn has a girlfriend. Otto's about to pop the question to his. Geoff wants more. Everyone wants more. The world needs more but he doesn't have anything left to give. Everything is changing and people are moving on and growing up and going somewhere and doing things with their lives and he can't do that he can't breathe he can't imagine that he can't breathe he can't fucking live that he can't breathe-

"Aws, hey, what're you doing here?"

He snaps his head up. It's too fast. It leaves him dizzy. The world is spinning. Everything is blurry and fuzzy and mixing together.

Jawn is standing in front of him and Daphne is at his side. She's wearing a dress and he has on a tie. Their hands are joined. They're staring at him.

It's hot.

Too hot.

"Oh, n-nothing." He forces his voice to remain level. "I was just around and thought I left my j-jacket here yesterday so I was gonna ask." He barely pauses, sees Jawn open his mouth, and rushes to add, "b-but I can come back later!"

"If you want to-"

"It's fine, really," he says. "Y'all are going on a date, right? W-where?"

"Jawn's taking me to The Cheesecake Factory for our 6 month anniversary," Daphne speaks up. She's smiling, looking down to their joined hands and then back up at Jawn, shifting her body closer to his.

It slipped his mind. They've been together for six months and he forgot. His best friend has been with a girl for six months, six of the best, happiest months of their relationship, and he forgot. Because he always forgets. Because he's the problem no one can solve and their resolve with him is waning fast.

Jawn and Daphne leave with smiled goodbyes. He says something to her as they're going down the stairs and she starts laughing again, a sound that floats up to him and wraps around his body, presses itself like poisonous stingers into his skin, bypasses the first couple layers and settles into his blood, feels like icy venom running through everything.

He starts walking.

He doesn't know where or what's going on or if he can even feel his feet moving in front of him – he just knows that they are and his body is propelling itself forward even if his mind isn't as willing to cooperate – but he's walking and going down the stairs and making his way out of the lobby and into the cold night air with glaciers in his hands and stingers pressing into his back and redredred-

Such a burden you're such a burden on Jawn on Geoff on everyone you need to grow the fuck up and stop acting like this grow the fuck up and get out of your head or they'll be gone and you'll still be here with your stupid brain that doesn't work right and everything will be as terrible as it is right now.

Everything will be as terrible as it is right now.

Everything will be as terrible as it is right now.

Everything is terrible and his presence in the world feels merely skeletal.

A lump of flesh that's barely holding onto its sack of bones, barely managing to keep them upright and pull them through life.

He walks until he can't anymore, until he ends up back at his own apartment. Geoff will be home. He'll let him talk. They'll talk. It'll be fixed. They'll talk. He can fix this. They'll talk. It'll all be fine. Everything will be fine.

The door doesn't open.

He forgot his key and the door won't open and he pounds his fists on it and starts to scream; Geoff's name bubbles up his throat and from his lips too many times, the world feels like it's turned to dust, disintegrated and fallen right at his feet, erased any thought of things working out he thought they would work out they won't Geoff left he's gone they can't fix this it's gone it's broken it's done everything's done forever-

He doesn't breathe.

...

"Fucking hell."

He pounds his fist against Jawn's door once more, whirls around to press his back against it and pulls his phone out of his pocket. He navigates through the screens quickly and then holds the device up to his ear.

"Geoff? Can I call you back? Daph and I-"

"Have you heard from Awsten?" His hands are shaking. The world is starting to go fuzzy at its edges. "Recently, in like, the past hour?"

"He came to my place...Geoff, what the hell is going on?" Jawn demands. "You're panicking."

"We had a fight," he chokes out. "We had a fight and I said something awful and he ran and I can't fucking find him. He won't answer his phone. I thought he would've come ta you."

"What the- he said..." Jawn's voice rises as he continues speaking. "He was looking for a jacket, I...oh my god..."

"What?" He bites the word and swallows down a sob. "What else?"

"He needed- fuck," Jawn curses. There's rustling on the other end. Geoff can detect him speaking rapidly to Daphne, hear her reply just as quick, and then more things moving around as Jawn – seemingly – runs out to his car. "He looked kinda off but I didn't really think about it. He was shaking and I think he was crying, I- fuck, how did I not notice?"

"That doesn't matter!" He grips the phone tightly and pushes off the door, moves toward the stairs and takes off in a run. "We havta find him!"

"Go back to your place," Jawn says quickly. "I'll meet you there and then we can figure something out."

"Jawn..."

"We'll find him." Jawn softens his voice. "He'll be okay, I promise."

...

He pulls in right after Geoff does.

Heart racing, he shuts his car off and almost stumbles in his haste to get out of the car. His phone vibrates as he shoves it into his pocket but he doesn't pull it back out to look at the text. He locks the car and barely manages not to trip over his feet as he rushes to meet Geoff in front of the apartment building.

He's shaking.

His eyes are glassy and the skin around them is red. He's biting down hard on his lip and tapping out another message on a screen completely covered in blue text bubbles. Awsten hasn't answered any of them. There are no grey dots to even signify he's seen them and is typing a response.

"It's gonna be okay," he murmurs. It's a lie. He doesn't know that. Awsten could be lying dead in a ditch somewhere and they'd never know. The world isn't kind and the universe doesn't care and this night could potentially be the worst of their entire lives but he can't concentrate on that he can't breathe he needs to believe they'll find him he needs to believe it'll all work out he needs to-

He needs to believe everything will be okay.

"We're gonna go upstairs." He takes both of Geoff's hands and waits until he has his eyes. "We're gonna go upstairs and call Travis and Otto and Zakk and Andrew, and then Gracie and his mom, and one of them'll know something, I promise. He probably just went home or to Travis' to breathe. He's safe. I promise."

You don't know that.

He wraps an arm around Geoff's hunched shoulders and leads him into the building, past the receptionist and toward the stairs, reminds him to breathe and rubs at his back. "It's gonna be okay."

And then he stops.

Geoff stops walking and he bumps into his back.

Everything stops.

It feels fragmented, like someone's smashed a hole in their reality and shattered it to pieces, left some of the shards still dangling, holding on for dear life and trying to cling to an existence where the resistance is futile.

Awsten is crying. Tears are streaming down his cheeks as he curls his body further against the wall. He gasps loudly – they can hear him struggling for air – chokes on a breath and starts coughing, pulling his knees further to his chest and letting out a sob.

Geoff moves first.

He kneels in front of Awsten and reaches for him, tries to wrap his arms around him and speak to him softly. Awsten shakes his head and kicks out, punches at the air and curls further into himself.

"N-no!"

"Aws, hey, you're okay." He hears Geoff say. He watches as Geoff reaches for Awsten's shoulder. Awsten squirms away and buries his face further into his arms.

"G-Go away." Awsten pants out the words and shifts further away from Geoff, closer to the wall and away from his body. Geoff shakes his head and straightens, walks the couple steps back over to him and buries his own head in his hands.

He's having a panic attack but he won't let them do anything about it.

"I don't wanna freak him out more," Geoff whispers. His voice is thick. "I don't- what the fuck do we do?"

"Hang on."

He makes his way over and sits down next to Awsten, leaves a small strip of space between them so their bodies aren't touching, and stays. He stays like that, only watching through his peripheral vision, stays quiet and still and calm, while Awsten gasps and chokes and keeps on crying.

And then, a few moments later, Awsten slides his hand out. It's then that he actually gets a good look at it, sees the dark spots staining the sleeve of the sweatshirt – that's most likely Geoff's – that he's wearing. Dark red.

He swallows and takes Awsten's hand, laces their fingers together and rubs his thumb over the back softly. Awsten doesn't move away, doesn't pull his hand back, keeps his head down. His breaths are starting to even out as Jawn keeps on rubbing. He bites his lip and scoots the tiniest bit closer, makes contact with Awsten's body and presses down on his lip don't pull away don't pull away please don't pull away-

He hears footsteps and then feels warm air hit his face, looks up and watches Geoff crouch down and reach forward to tangle his fingers in Awsten's hair. He trails them back and forth, tousles his hand through while looking down at the red that's starting to color a large part of both hoodie sleeves. Jawn meets his eyes and they exchange a glance, a sigh, a silent not right now.

He doesn't know how long has passed. He doesn't dare move to pull out his phone. Awsten's breathing is slowly starting to calm. His breaths are shorter and Jawn can feel his heart still beating rapidly, but he's starting to relax. Eventually, Awsten rests his head on his shoulder and closes his eyes, still dragging in heavy inhales that he doesn't hold for as long as he probably should.

He looks back at Geoff, and then down at Awsten, and back at Geoff with a nod.

Geoff lifts him. He slides one arm behind his back and the other under the crook of his knees and stands. Jawn stands with him, keeps his hold on Awsten's hand, still rubs his thumb against it in that steady rhythm as they walk into the apartment.

Geoff takes him to the bathroom and sets him down on the floor, slides down with him and wraps his arms around him from behind to pull him onto his lap. He turns away, into the cabinet adjacent to the sink, and pulls a first aid kit from one of the shelves.

Jawn kneels in front of Awsten and Geoff and smiles, watches as Geoff intertwines his fingers with Awsten's and brings their joined hands up to his lips. He reaches for Awsten's free arm and draws the sleeve up, slides his lip in between his teeth and bites down.

The room is silent.

No one says a word. They stare at the still-bleeding scratches on Awsten's skin, the blood that's starting to dry around the new cuts, white marks surrounding everything, the scratches that didn't break skin.

He forces down a swallow and dampens a piece of gauze with antiseptic solution, makes eye contact with Geoff before he moves, and, even still, winces at Awsten's sharp intake of breath when the alcohol reacts. He dabs at the blood while Geoff presses kisses to Awsten's head and murmurs sweet nothings he's close enough to hear.

"I love you so much, sunshine," Geoff whispers. "Everything's gonna be okay. I've got you. You're okay, I promise."

He makes quick work of cleaning both Awsten's arms, disinfecting the wounds and spreading Neosporin over them, and then bandaging them with gauze and medical tape.

There's a pit in his stomach and the sickness won't stop. He doesn't know how he's keeping the little dinner he ate down. Everything feels different now. Everything feels off. Changed. Wrong.

Awsten's never done anything like this before.

...

They get into bed.

He carries Awsten into their bedroom and tucks him underneath the covers, and then slides in after and pulls him back into his arms. Jawn turns off the lights and tugs at his tie, loosens it and unwraps it from his neck, before he climbs onto the other side.

He tightens his arms around Awsten, ducks his head and buries his nose in the back of his neck, breathes in his scent and lets his face warm against the heat of Awsten's skin.

His heart is smashed and everything feels like it's bleeding. He wants to say something but there are no words. Everything feels different. Everything is different.

There are no words.

He lifts his head up to look at Jawn again, watches him stroke his thumbs across Awsten's cheeks, wipe away the remnants of tears and then lean down to press his lips against Awsten's forehead. He presses a kiss to Awsten's hair and curls impossibly closer.

They'll talk about it tomorrow.

#yeah lmao idk about the ending this was a total vent piece oops #awsten knight #geoff wigington #gawsten #gawsten fanfiction #waterparks #waterparks fanfiction #neha writes

[sdsjfjskfklahdjakdk]

Pilot

She could only hear ringing in her ears as soldiers ran past her for cover. The pain in her thigh was immeasurable, but it was nothing on the pain in her lower abdomen.

She was guided to the infirmary tent and layed on the bed. She should have never insisted on helping on the mission, despite being pregnant. She knew this would happen. In fact, she was quite certain that it would, but she had to get away from him.

The ringing was soon replaced by the shrieking of a newborn child, who was placed into her arms, instantly soothing the newborn.

"What will you name her?" Asked the nurse.

"Sienna," she smiled, despite her pain. The nurse smiled at the pretty name and left the mother with her child.

"EMILE!!!," her heart jumped from her chest as she saw the raging man entering the tent. "WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU! ?" She felt her face sting as the warmth from her arms was taken away. "HOW CAN YOU JUST GIVE BIRTH TO A BABY DURING A BATTLE??" He walked away.

"No! No Matthew please!" She tried to stand as he walked away from her with the baby...

Emile jumped from her mattress, panting in distress. He head whipped to the small bed next to hers, where her child lay peacefully sleeping. It's been four years since that day. Fortunately for Emile, he was charged with domestic violence and forced to sign the divorce papers on top of two years in jail. Yeah he was out, but she got a restraining order against him so she was safe.

Emile moved as far away from him as possible, and since her mother was British, she moved to London.

Currently she lived in a small flat near St. Bartholomew's hospital, which was convenient in case of emergencies, but it was too small. Sienna was growing up fast, as much as Emile hated to admit, and she needed more space, which a one bedroom flat couldn't give her.

The day called for many activities like sending Sienna to school, going to work, picking Sienna up from school, looking through newspaper ads to find a new flat and well, can't forget to eat.

As she sifted through the news paper that night, one in particular caught her eye.

221C Baker Street. It said the flat needed some fixing up to do, but it was bigger than the current and had two bedrooms. It was only five in the afternoon, she should check into it tomo-

"Mommy," she heard the quiet girl call out from across the living area of the flat. The pitter patter of bare feet resounded throughout the flat. It was the most adorable thing. A little blonde head popped up in front of her. "Do you want a cookie mommy?"

Emile was practically gushing at how cute she was.

"Me?" She asked. Sienna nodded.

"Of course, you're the only one in the room," she said, although not being able to pronounce her r's and l's yet, she was very intelligent. Her IQ already over 90 at the age four.

"Okay then, I will have that cookie, but first, give mommy a kiss." She smiled. The little girl smiled and pressed her soft lips against her mother's cheek.

"There," she hugged Emile and then disappeared into the kitchen, coming back with a sugar cookie in a napkin.

"Thank you Ennie," she smiled as the toddler gave her the napkin then ate the cookie.

"Why you little-!" Sienna giggled and ran off into the bedroom, Emile at her tail. Emile caught up and picked her up. "You're gonna get it!" Emile threatened.

"Noooo!" Sienna giggled as she was attacked by her mother's tickling hands.

●

Sherlock sat in his flat on that boring Saturday morning. He still had a full day to go before it was Sunday. He didn't have a case, all he was getting was a new neighbor. He definitely didn't like the sound of that.

The new resident would be arriving any moment.

Ding Dong!

Huh, sooner than he thought.

He heard the faint conversation Mrs. Hudson was having with the person at the door. They were female. She had a child. She had a child?

"Would you like to meet your new neighbors, dear?"

"That sounds lovely, thank you Mrs. Hudson," the woman said.

A few seconds later, Mrs. Hudson opened the door with the usual "Yoo-hoo!" She makes to let them know she was there.

"Good morning, Sherlock," Mrs. Hudson smiled and opened the door fully, just as John entered the room. "And to you too, John. I'd like you to meet your new neighbors. This is Emile, and the little one is Sienna," John smiled and waved at the little girl. "I'll leave you lot to it then. Still have to do the laundry,"

Mrs. Hudson left the flat as John welcomed the two new residents of the lower flat.

"Would you like some tea?" John asked. Sherlock stared at the two girls for quite a while. He was analyzing them, a bit like how Sienna did to her classmates, Emile noticed. They found it weird but Emile thought it was brilliant.

"Yes please." Emile smiled softly. "It's so nice to meet you two," she smiled. Sienna let go of Emile's hand and walked over to Sherlock, who kept watching.

She stared at him for a few seconds before grinning and saying something that left the two men shocked.

"Mommy, he's like me!" She said beaming.

"Yes, he is, Ennie. I'm sure he's very observant like you," Emile smiled too.

"Wait, are you saying that Sienna is like Sherlock?" John asked as he poured the tea.

"Well, that depends. Does he refer to everyone as ignorant idiots?" Emile asked, sitting down in John's chair after a nod of approval from him.

"Oh my dear God she's a tiny Sherlock," John leaned on the counter in disbelief.

"Sher-sher....Shamrock!" Sienna smiled as Sherlock frowned.

"No, it's Sherlock," he corrected, a bit annoyed that she couldn't get his name right.

"What did I say?" Sienna asked, clueless to the difference, they sounded the same to her.

"You said shamrock," he replied. Sienna shook her head, that's not what she said.

"No, I said Shamrock. It's different." John and Emile were having a hard time containing their laughter. It was such a funny and adorable interaction, especially considering Sherlock's background.

"No, it's really not. Say it with me, Sher-lock," oh, that's how you say it. Oh well.

"Sham-rock,"

"No! Sherlock!"

"Exactly! Shamrock!"

The other two couldn't resist and burst into laughter.

"What are you laughing about, mommy?" Emile shook her head and picked up her daughter.

"Nothing, you're just really cute,"

"Jawn, do you have cookies?" Sienna asked John. He smiled and nodded, pulling out the jar where they kept their chocolate chunk cookies. After giving her the cookie, he passed out the tea cups to each person. "Jawn! I want tea like mommy!" She smiled. John looked to Emile who just smiled.

"Normally I give her apple juice and say its tea, but she likes normal tea too, she says 'it's soothing'." She chuckled softly and turned to Sherlock who was staring at her again. "So... what have you observed about me?"

"You're a soldier who was sent home after giving birth to a child. You're also divorced or you never got married, seeing as her father isn't present. You're a forensic scientist, though you don't like talking about it since you are already annoyed when people assume you're a lawyer or a doctor. You're parents are out of the picture, both dead possibly and you are still not completely over it since you have a locket with their pictures in it. You're also very insecure about yourself but proud of your daughter, seeing as you've only talked about her the whole time you were here."

"Actually, Shamrock," Sienna started, "mommy wasn't let go right away since she still had a bit of training left. I stayed with the nurses when mommy was training. Mommy is a forensic scientist but you forgot to include model in the list of what people assume mommy to be. I don't like daddy since he was mean to mommy so yeah, mommy and daddy aren't together. And gammy is dead but pop-pop is alive. I visit him in the summer over at the states. Also, mommy isn't insecure, she just likes to talk about me a lot 'cause I'm smart."

Sherlock sighed and flopped onto the couch in exasperation.

"I just got outsmarted by a four year old." He sat up again. "And how is it that you can pronouce things like 'forensic scientist' and 'insecure' but you can't say my name right?" Sherlock huffed at the girl as she silently sipped her tea.

"I can, it's Sherlock, I just like Shamrock better,"

"Oh for God's sake," he stood up and went to his room in a huff. John was practically on the floor laughing as Emile frowned at Sienna.

"Mommy, you're frowning," Sienna said as she finished her tea.

"Yes, I am. Tell me, Sienna. Did you like it when the girls at your school called you Vienna?"

"No, because it is the name of a sausage," Sienna huffed. John snorted and covered up with a cough.

"Right, then how do you think Sherlock feels being called a plant?" Emile asked, her arms crossed on her chest. Sienna looked down with a sad expression.

"Bad, I'll go say sorry,"

"Good," Emile smiled as Sienna stood and walked in the direction Sherlock went.

"Sherlock?" A small voice entered his room, causing him to look up in confusion. He sat on his bed, trying to enter his mind palace, but was interrupted by the small voice.

"Sienna what are you doing in here?" He swung his legs off of the bed so he was facing her.

"I wanted to talk," she shut the door, "and say sorry. I didn't want to make you feel bad or annoy you," she looked at her feet as she said this. "I'll call you Sherlock now,"

"You don't have to apologize, though I appreciate it." He nodded. She smiled and ran over to him, clumsily climbing onto his bed and giving him a hug.

He stiffened at the sudden contact. Why was she hugging him?

"Sienna, its alright, you can let go now." No response. She was asleep?!?!

Sherlock was confused as to how she fell asleep so quickly despite having given him the hug for a mere ten seconds. He sighed and fixed her onto his lap so she was more comfortable, then leaned back onto the bed frame to enter his mind palace again.

A new file appeared in his hand. On it was Sienna's name, filed under special people. He smiled and went to place it into the right drawer where only seven other files were placed. The ones who made a special place in his heart.

Emile opened the door to Sherlock's room, with John behind her, she gushed at the adorable scene, whereas John couldn't contain his shock. Sherlock had allowed a child to fall asleep on top of him and it was the cutest thing ever.

What do you all think? Should I continue?

#Sherlockxoc #cute #fluff #sherlock #jawn #bbc #fanfic #pilot #fanfiction #chapter1

[rhondanicole]

Black Music Month: Artists and Albums that Matter to Me

June is #BlackMusicMonth, an annual celebration of African Americans’ innumerable contributions to the American–and global–musical landscape. Each day this month, I’m highlighting some of my favorite artists and albums.

Day 17

Father’s Day

It’s Father’s Day, a day when we’re celebrating dads, daddies, pops, papas, granddads, grandpas, fathers-in-law, step fathers, father figures, and all the men who make up the villages that raised, nurtured, protected, provided for, and loved us. But it’s still Black Music Month, which means today’s even more special as we shine a spotlight on a small and certainly not exhaustive group of musical fathers.

Thomas A. Dorsey, the Father of Gospel Music

Born in Georgia at the end of the 19th century, Thomas A. Dorsey is regarded as the founding father of gospel music. Beginning as a blues pianist, Dorsey blended blues and jazz with traditional Christian praise music to create a new style that began gaining popularity in the early ‘30s. Pulling from ancestral spirituals, call and response, and the moans, yells, and hollers that came to symbolize the Black religious experience in America, Dorsey ushered in a new, modern sound that took churches across the country by storm and laid the foundation for today’s contemporary gospel. His most famous composition, “Precious Lord, Take My Hand,” became the golden standard as performed by Mahalia Jackson.   

WC Handy, the Father of the Blues

Blues music finds its roots deep in African musical and cultural aesthetics, field/work songs, ancestral spirituals, and European folk music. Its popularity began to increase, according to some accounts, following Emancipation, and at the dawn of the 1900s, had established itself as a staple in Black households. WC Handy would come to be one of the most accomplished and esteemed blues composers, and called the Father of the Blues. Handy is best known for harnessing the power of the Delta blues and unleashing it on an international audience through songs like “Beale Street Blues” and “Saint Louis Blues,” the latter of which was recorded in the 1920s by Bessie Smith and Louis Armstrong. 

Scott Joplin and Buddy Bolden, the Fathers of Ragtime and Jazz

Although typically associated with New Orleans, ragtime actually originated in the 19th century in the midwest. Actor and singer Ernest Hogan was among the first Black performers to bring ragtime, which is characterized by syncopated rhythms and shares DNA with cakewalks, folk, and marches, to a wider audience. The style was further popularized by composer Scott Joplin. His song “The Entertainer” is one of the most recognizable ragtime tunes. Joplin’s compositions formed the basis for many other ragtime musicians, and in the early days of jazz, ragtime continued to influence a new cadre of players.

When ragtime made its way to the Crescent City, musicians there began to add their own layers of flavor to the sounds Joplin pioneered. Key among them was Buddy Bolden, a cornet player whose New Orleans band is thought to be the first to incorporate brass instruments into blues compositions, somewhere around 1900. Bolden’s career was relatively short, due to illness, but during his time he cultivated a style that pulled from ragtime, blues, and spirituals, creating the fusion that would come to be known as jazz.

Louis Jordan, the Father of R&B

Rhythm and blues, aka R&B, was coined by record labels in the 1940s as a way to define music intended to be sold to Black audiences. Identifying blues and jazz-based compositions with particularly persistent rhythmic patterns as such, R&B bands typically involved piano, guitar, drums, and bass, and brass and/or woodwinds. Lyrically, R&B focused on relationships, sex, and everyday life. Musician Louis Jordan is credited as being one of the pioneers of R&B, popularizing the sound with tunes like “I’m Gonna Leave You on the Outskirts of Town” and “Five Guys Name Moe.”

James Brown, the Godfather of Soul

Mr. Brown really needs no introduction, but this list of Black musical fathers wouldn’t be complete without the Godfather himself. Soul music mixes R&B, gospel, and rock, and in the 1960s became nearly synonymous with the Black experience in America. Whereas R&B tended to focus on interpersonal relationships and happenings on the home front, soul took a more outward perspective, offering commentary on what was happening in the community and in the world at large. James Brown’s brand of soul music was unapologetically Black and proud, and his complex arrangements and irresistibly danceable jawns would go on to pave the way for funk and hip-hop. 

Fats Domino, Ray Charles, and Chuck Berry, the Fathers of Rock n Roll

Building on blues, gospel, folk, and country, rock n roll’s origins couldn’t be further away from metal hair bands and Seattle grunge. While numerous sub-genres would emerge from rock n roll over the decades, it is absolutely, without a doubt, derived from the Black American musical movement. And although it can’t be attributed to just one musician as its founder, three of the genre’s most influential artists are New Orleans musician Fats Domino; blues, jazz, and soul legend Ray Charles; and the man whose kinetic style of playing brought legions of white teens to fever, Chuck Berry. These musicians, along with Little Richard, Ike Turner, Bo Diddley, and countless others are the ones to whom we owe the deepest gratitude for the attitude that would birth Jimi, Prince, and Lenny, not to mention Living Colour, King’s X, Fishbone, Robert Randolph, Ben Harper, and many, many, many more.  

George Clinton, the Father of Funk

Funk can be somewhat hard to define and yet, when you hear it, you know it. Funk makes your face curl up like you smell something stanky, makes your neck snap back and forth on the downbeat, and is often delivered in the key of E flat minor. Funk is the hybrid of everything that came before, leaning more assertively into the groove--that bass line, them drums. And no one does funk better than the one and only Dr. Funkenstein, George Clinton. To look at Clinton in his signature space age pimp get-ups, with colorful ribbons and yarn dangling from his head and the most outrageous costumes one could barely imagine without adequate amounts of ooo-wee and who knows what else, you’d be hard pressed to believe he started out as a doo-wop singer. That group, The Parliaments, eventually morphed into Parliament and Funkadelic (P-Funk). Stacking Afrofuturism and a fascination with sci-fi on top of R&B, soul, and rock n roll, Clinton fashioned funk that, on the surface, seemed to be mostly about the booty shake, but that also touched on substantive topics.

DJ Kool Herc, the Father of Hip-Hop

Undoubtedly the most influential musical genre to come out of the Black music movement is hip-hop, whose origins are traced precisely to one date, one place, and one person: August 11, 1973, 1520 Sedgwick Ave. in The Bronx, DJ Kool Herc. On that night in that spot, the Jamaican-born deejay introduced a room full of revelers to what would eternally be known as the break, birthing a movement that would, at first, be dismissed as non-music adored only by Black and brown people, only to become the top-selling genre of modern music, worldwide. Employing two turntables playing the same record, Herc developed a style of playing that allowed him to isolate specific rhythms or rhythmic patterns. He looped these parts so they played over and over, sending dancers into a frenzy and electrifying the room. Scores of young African Americans and Latinxs began not only consuming this new style of music, but creating it, along with fashion, vocabulary, and a lifestyle that, today, is holistically identified as hip-hop culture. Despite how hip-hop has morphed in the decades since that fateful night in The Bronx, hip-hop is, at its core, one simple thing: The break. It’s the heart and soul of Gen X, and every generation to come.

--Rhonda Nicole

#Black Music Month #Father's Day #hip-hop #soul #R&B #funk #jazz #Rhonda Nicole #Bohème Rockstar

[closedspeciesdrama]

@anons about the fishy children species from jawn, I'm actually a marine biologist and while, yes it is a fictional species, I will 'support' how in both fictional and reality this species can be a 'strong' swimmer.  I really want us to look at the sketch ( https :// sta.sh/01o4tl3mb712 ) The one animal im going to use as a comparison is Enhydra lutris or what we commonly know as the 'sea otter'. Sea otters are exceptional swimmers for different reasons I will discuss below: 1) Anatomy. One of the defining traits of the sea otter is the actual size difference between the fore and hind limbs. The hind limbs are noticeably larger than the forelimbs (http :// www.otternet.com/images/seaskel . gif ). If you look at the sketch jawn made that I linked above its easy to tell that if the limbs were stretched out the hind limbs are larger than the fore limbs (not as noticeable and exaggerated as the sea otter). Longer hind limb bones allow for more muscle attachment. More muscle simply equals more power. Also I would like to add that their forelimbs are webbed, which would be able to propelled them easier. While for the sea otter than forelimbs are commonly used for changing direction (in terms of swimming) 2) Thermoregulation. Sea otters are well know for their grooming behavior and actually allocate about 60-70% of their energy grooming. Why is this? This is because that you lose heat 24 times faster in water that you do in air and also that sea otters have NO blubber. The only thing to keep them warm is their fur. With a large amount of fur (like 1mil of hairs per square inch. Yeah let that set in), grooming allows hair to be trapped inbetween the hairs and act as an insulator between the skin and hair.  How this relates to Jawn species, you can easily see that they have a lot of hair and fur in concentrated areas. Just like how sea otters have their shore forelimbs for feeding and grooming, I can also see this species grooming itself to stay warm. Now how does this relate to swimming power? It does in an indirect way, aka stamina. A lot of fur and grooming to trap air for insulation allows them to have a high endurance which can relate to swimming 'power/strength' since both this species and sea otters are fully aquatic.  3) More anatomy (Specialized structures). This is gonna go more in depth about certain anatomical structures. The first I will be talking about is of course their tail. Comparing this species against a sea otter we all know that sea otters' tails are more paddle shaped while this species' tail resembles more of a fluke. A sea otter's tail is not used in speed but more so directional since they have different swimming 'modes' such as ventral up, ventral down, and alternate (meaning both). Meaning they can flip backwards to dive down or dive forwards. These swimming modes are also seen in phocid seals (there are phocids, otariids that have different anatomy that can affect swimming power and behavior). Jawn's species however has a fluke like tail. Fluke like tails are used for motion/propulsion in species like cetaceans and sirenids (whales and manatees/dugongs). All cetaceans and dugongs (not manatees cause their tail is more paddle like while the dugong is more fluke like, such as this species) actually gain speed on their upstroke rather than downstroke since downstrokes actually create turbulent eddies. The upstroke of their tails give them swimming 'power'.  Another structure I wanna talk about lastly is bulbous whiskers by the mouth. While you might not think much I wanna compare this to vibraisse in pinnipeds (seals). Vibraisee or whiskers detect not just turbulence in the water around the individual but can also be used to 'sense' their environment and 'feel' around them especially if they are divers. Since I've drew many comparisons of this species to the sea otters it is easy for me assume that they dive to forage for food. If this is the case, their vibraisse or the bulbous short whiskers by the side of their mouth are actually used to detect the movement of water around them, making them efficient hunters. More efficiency equals more power. While their whiskers are not as long as wild pinnipeds, they are used more for detecting rather than actually swimming down to the bottom and feeling the bottom for bivalues and such (just like Odenbenus rosmarus, or the walrus). 4) Magic? This is the last thing I want to bring up. While ofc there is no magic in reality, maybe people or Jawn would like to think that magical affinity can contribute to speed attributes.  ____________________________ Anyways this is my complete analysis of the situation. While this whole thing is really up to interpretation, I thought it would be nice to share my knowledge with you guys and give my explaination on how they can be powerful swimmers. I took many contexts of the word 'powerful' in terms of speed, endurance, and overall efficiency.  Anyways thats it. 

[miafic]

i was wondering, is there any character you feel that sort of represents you?

there are little bits of me in most of them because i do generally adhere to “write what you know,” but overall, no. there are things about all of them that im like “i would never do that” or “i couldn’t act like that” you know?

for example, i like to read, but not as much as geoff does. i wouldn’t be able to memorize a poem by accident the way he does. i need way more than 5 hours of sleep. i would be so lonely in his position.

lucas is too “mean” and strict for me to ever fill his shoes. zakk is way too cool, and he’s such a romantic. i am neither of those things. even mrs. wood - she always wanted a great husband and a bunch of kids. i plan to have zero kids, and i never want to get married. i also don’t call everyone “baby” contrary to popular belief haha. i’m also reluctant to take people in, literally or emotionally.

jawn is too angry for me; i’ve never lashed out like he does. i’m not passionate about cooking like ash, i have virtually nothing in common with travis past a surface level of liking music and not being embarrassed to dance wherever i want, and even awsten isn’t like me, either. he’s flighty and extraverted and even confrontational at times, and he is so, so giving. i wish i had a fraction of the generosity he possesses. 

ahl is very liberal with her body in just about every way where i am super conservative in that sense. jon devoted his entire life to his faith, which is something i don’t think i could ever do. mr. wood is grumpy, distant, and shows almost no affection to anyone other than his wife. calum is literally a sociopath. 

i mentioned before a while back that if i was going to pick one of them who’s the closest to me, it would probably be miss sara lol but i haven’t spent enough time with her to figure out what her deal is. she’s just the nice late-20s lady who lives in lakeview and works at the library. i would like that to be my life haha. 

#anon #ask Aly