#ari speaks

[neonpigeons]

already there. i'm doing my part 🫡

#do the bare minimum every day. tf. fuck capitalism #ari speaks

[arkitiore]

📣📣 Because I see a lot of people enjoying the new Hbomberguy video (and rightly so) but only discussing it in the context of dunking on James Somerton I'd like to highlight THIS:

YouTube playlist he included (that I think a lot of people missed) containing ORIGINAL QUEER CREATORS, AT LEAST ONE OF WHICH HE PLAIGERISED FROM!! 📣📣

#Hbomberguy #james somerton #ari speaks #plaigerism and you(tube)

[currently-not-studying]

Can I scream about something?

Yoo Joonghyuk regressing for the first time to find answers first and meet his sponsor second. A man driven by curiosity and a wish to understand his life but also wanting to know his benefactor. And then our YJH of the 1865th turn choosing to go on another journey to find his reader, his heart, his everything to ask him "what now? What should I do know? You know me the best, help me" and those questions feel important but feel second to the first goal: meeting Kim Dokja again.

Just the shift of priorities from: 1. I want to know myself 2. I want to meet this person who watched over me to 1. I want to see that fool again 2. I want to find my purpose with him in this peaceful world

#omniscient reader novel #omniscient reader's viewpoint #orv #orv kim dokja #kim dokja #omniscient reader analysis #orv analysis #ari speaks #orv yoo joonghyuk #yoo joonghyuk

[mllersjoel]

you're obsessed

you're obsessed

Pairing: Jamie Tartt x fem!actress!reader

Warnings: swearing, no use of y/n

Summary: jamie tartt fic where he has a huge crush on an actress and sees her at a richmond event and she flirts w him he’s really shy bc he likes her but they hook up after idk

Wordcount: 1.6k

A/N: didnt manage to write any smut bc this was getting way too long teehee :D general warnings for swearing.

writing comms are open!

“Oi, Tartt! Stop stalking your actress and give me some laps,” Roy yells, shaking Jamie from his reverie. Jamie is not stalking her instagram. He’s just not; because a stalker would have notifications on as they obsessively checked their profile at least four times every minute. Jamie is only checking once every five minutes, and he doesn’t even have her notifications on. So there. Suck it, Roy.

“Fine, don’t give yourself an aneurysm,” he mutters, taking a quick minute to stretch before he’s running around the pitch. He just has a crush. That’s all. A little one. He first saw you in some thriller that came out last month, and something about you had him hooked. Initially he thought it was just the character you played, a regular yet charming civilian, pulled into the crime world. After watching (admittedly, way too many) interviews, he realised it wasn’t the character. It was you.

You with your witty remarks and comments. The way you laughed good naturedly and poked fun at your costars. The way you were clumsy and scatterbrained, in a terribly endearing way.

It didn’t help that you were also gorgeous.

So, yeah. Jamie had a slight crush. It was fine, though, because you were currently based in Los Angeles (you were in a new Marvel movie) and had no plans of coming to the UK anytime soon. 

“She’s right fit, though,” Isaac says, nudging Jamie as he runs past. 

Jamie feels his stomach tighten with jealousy before he catches himself. Why was he jealous? He didn’t know you and you probably didn’t even know he existed. Well, maybe you did, because he was sexy and a hot football player. Did you even watch football? Would you watch it if you knew he was in it?

Jamie remembers hearing something about a parasocial relationship from Keeley and resolves to not think about you.

At least while he was training.

***

He’s spraying on cologne in the locker room when Keeley bursts in, all smiles and pep.

“Oh. My. Fucking. God!”

“Is everything alright?” Ted asks, breaking away from Coach Beard who as far as Jamie could tell, hasn’t said anything but is managing to have a full conversation with Ted.

“You will not believe who I booked for this years’ Gala!”

Roy’s ears perk up at this as he slides into the conversation. “The Muppets?”

“No, Roy,” Keeley says, exasperated, “not the fucking Muppets. Only the hottest new actress on screen right now!”

At this point, all the boys have gathered around Keeley, jostling each other and trying to see the screen of her phone. Jamie fights his way to the front, and when his eyes focus on Keeley’s phone, he’s pretty sure his heart drops into his stomach.

It was you. There. With your smile and your eyes and your name and a headline.

You were coming to their Gala.

You.

He feels his heart drop into his stomach. This couldn’t be real. Maybe it was a mistype, or someone accidentally said they scheduled you but in reality you were on the other side of the globe. It was faked. It had to be.

He broke away from his team, practically running back to the changing rooms. Opening up your instagram, he pulled up your story. There, you had reposted the announcement.

Oh. Oh fuck.

***

On the day of the Gala, Jamie seriously considers hiring a stylist rather than just going with his gut. He needs to look good. Tonight is most probably one of the most important days of his life. His favourite actress, coming to his club’s Gala. Maybe, if he plays his cards right, you’ll bid on him.

Wait. Who was he kidding? He’s Jamie fucking Tartt. Of course you’ll bid on him. He could wear a trash bag and you’d bid on him, because he is just that fucking sexy.

Right?

He shoots a quick text to Keeley, desperate for a second opinion.

Me:

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thoughts? Xx

Keeley:

Ur hot babes!!

Gonna knock em dead xx

Lose the tie u look like a prick <3

He takes one last look in the mirror, running his hands through his hair. Yeah. He’s gonna show up and be so cool. He’s so cool.

***

They’re taking pictures on the carpet, and everyone can tell Jamie is not all there. He barely tells the paparazzi to take pictures of his good side, following it up with “And that’s any side.” His eyes keep darting around, every scream and shout of delight sending his stomach in knots in case you’re the one to step out of the limousine.

Maybe you just won’t show up. Maybe you were already inside.

He can’t decide which option is worse.

When he’s at the end of the carpet, about to head inside, he hears whistles and screams, different from the ones before. These sound a lot more excited, filled with more adrenaline and anticipation. Or maybe he’s just projecting. 

He turns, and sure enough, you’re there.

Stunning. That’s the only thing he can think of. You smile beautifully at the photographers, working the crowd with ease. It was as if you were friends, had a solid rapport with them with the way you were conversing back and forth.

“Close your mouth. You look like a fucking basking shark,” Roy says, elbowing Jamie in the stomach.

He flinches back, giving Roy a shove in return. “Oi, what was that for?”

“You’re not gonna make a good impression with you gawking like a fucking idiot. Go say hi or something. Be fucking normal.”

Jamie sends Roy an affronted look. “I am normal, you old bastard. Just because we don’t act like how you did in the 1800s doesn’t mean I’m being an idiot.”

Roy just growls, shoving past him into the building.

Jamie takes a step forward to follow when a voice catches his attention.

“Hey! You’re Jamie Tartt, right?”

He turns on instinct, a winning smile already plastered on his face. “I’ll do autographs once—you.”

You raise your eyebrows slightly, waiting for him to go on. “Once I what?”

“You’re, um, you’re her.” He says your name, almost reverently.

Your grin widens, almost giddy. “You know who I am?”

“I follow you—” before he could say more, your manager rushes in behind you, ushering you inside. You wince at him, apologetic, before heading inside.

Jamie stands there, dumbfounded. 

I follow you?  That’s what he had to say? Now he really does sound like a stalker. He scrubs his hand over his face, groaning in disappointment.

He’s gonna make it up to you. He has to.

***

Inside, he sees he’s sat with Ted and Roy as well as a few other people and an empty seat next to him. He largely ignores his own table, trying to catch sight of you and not succeeding in the slightest. He huffs a sigh of annoyance, sliding into his seat.

Ted notices his glum aura, nodding sagely. “It’s the oysters, isn’t it? Because I know they have to try to make the flavour appeal to everyone but adding this much lemon is just downright insultin’.”

“It’s not the oysters, coach.”

Ted frowns. “The placemats? I was never really an eggshell white person myself but—”

“Jamie’s pining over an actress he thinks I don’t see him stalk on insta when he’s supposed to be running drills,” Roy cuts in, tired of Ted’s guessing.

“I’m not pining,” Jamie pouts, crossing his arms in a decidedly not childish way.

Before Roy could get another rebuttal out, the seat next to him is being filled, and once again he sees you, smiling at him. “Actresses are overrated,” you say, placing your napkin over your lap, “trust me.”

Jamie’s blood runs cold, convinced the universe is playing a cruel trick on him. Running into you is an absolute dream, he’d never deny that, but running into you with both Ted and Roy there? He may as well be taken out back and shot.

He must’ve been sitting there agape for too long, because before he knows it, Ted is reaching a hand over and giving yours a shake.

“Ted Lasso, it’s a pleasure to meet ya’. I absolutely loved you in that thriller that came out last June. Had me on the edge of my couch! And I know Jamie here liked it as well, he was bawling a right mess by the end of it.”

You turn to look at Jamie, and having the full force of your attention on him made him nearly choke on air. “Were you really?”

Jamie licks his lips, trying to gain some composure. “Bawling is sayin’ a lot, really. More like a reasonable cry.”

You nod along, clearly not buying it. 

“I’ve been keeping up with your games this season. The goal you scored against West Ham the other day was seriously impressive. You were practically miles away from the net.”

Immediately, Jamie perked up. “You like football?”

“Well, I’m no expert, but I definitely try to watch all your games if I can.”

Jamie leans in, feeling bold and taking your hand in his. “Richmonds games? Or my games?”

You shrug. “Depends on the hair.”

He laughs, leaning back in his chair, body turned towards you. Maybe tonight won’t be so bad after all.

#ari speaks #ari writes #jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt #jamie tartt x you #jamie tartt x y/n #ted lasso #jamie tartt fanfiction

[scorchedmazes]

they’re VERY big barbie fans

#the maze runner #tmr #the scorch trials #the death cure #tmr minho #tmr thomas #tmr newt #thominewt #barbie 2023 #barbie #tmr meme #ari speaks #ari talks

[oopsallmabari]

briefly popping in to plug a reference that's primarily for game design, but i think is particularly helpful for 3D and even 2D artists on a variety of Black hairstyles: the code my crown guide! it's free to download, has pictures and tutorials for 3D renders. definitely worth a download for anyone looking to get better at drawing Black hair.

#ari speaks #reference #just saw this pop up when i was procrastinating on twitter lmao. #but look! it's free its a 200+ page guide and looks like a great place to start for folks #anyway back to my fuckin research paper

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Listen.

If you've been here for a minute, you know I'm old- fandom old at least. 30 odd and counting. Disabled. A social worker. And neuro spicy.

AND I've learned a thing or two about a thing or two. AND I desperately don't want to be any sort of parent, authority, or like weird parasocial guru person to you guys. BUT. I did my hair(it turned out great thanks for asking)

So between dye jobs and bleaching my roots I had time to think.

Buy the damn pre-diced onions. Let me explain.

For a lot of my life, it was pounded into my brain that I HAD to do EVERYTHING myself. Cut everything. Buy everything. Wash. Fold. Dry. To be independent, functional, "normal" like everyone else- I had to do it all. BUT I'M NOT LIKE EVERYBODY FUCKING ELSE!

My hands ache and they tremble. My brain is a knot of constant turmoil. My spine is fractured... I'm a mess that would take entirely too long to describe. Being "Normal" is too much fucking work when I;m having to put so much energy into just surviving.

So you know what? You know what I do? I make my life better. I love to cook. Because I love to eat. And eat good. And eating good in a town with one shitty dinner takes prep. And prep is a pain in the ass.

Sometimes my body doesn't like standing in the kitchen 45minutes to an hour to prep meat and veggies for the pan. But ya know what? Pre-diced, pre-sliced, food choppers, as seen on tv gadgets all cut down on my prep time to make it something manageable.

I use Home Tide pods and buy smaller containers of other soaps and cleaners to make them easier to get them up the stairs... A lot of you have probably already figured this out. But if you haven't. I promise. If you're still trying to pull you're self up by your boot straps, if you're still struggling- it is okay to make your world easier in small ways.

Removing those roadblocks really does help. And sometimes it really is worth it to buy the stupid gadget. Just buy the damn onions

#ari speaks

[itzyyyyyydaaaaaa]

Tara…Carpenter??

who here…who here is in love with Jenna Ortega or Tara Carpenter?

anyone..??

#tara carpenter x reader #jenna ortega #jenna ortega x reader #jenna marie ortega #wednesday addams #tara carpenter #scream iv #scream #scream imagine #jenna x y/n #jenna x reader #tara x reader #tara x y/n #ari speaks #ari rants #ari asks

[cherry-ari]

Y'all cannot be seriously complaining about mutant mayhem using "cringe" teenage slang, when every iteration of tmnt does this like no y'all better not be serious 😭

Like if you think mutant mayhem is going to be dated for anything the teenagers said, I need you to watch an episode of the 80s cartoon or the 90s movie and tell me that's not the same.

#mutant mayhem #like cmon man #ari speaks

[erismornsgf]

really fascinated by the Clovis AI vs Clovis-1 (later Banshee-44). I know this has probably been discussed before but. the AI is an exact replica of Clovis Bray I's consciousness put into a giant exo body (the head, anyway), while Clovis-1 was a normal exo meant to be Clovis reborn/given a second life. but being a typical exo his memories were reset so he's like. no longer an asshole lol. like this is one of the first interactions he has after waking up (speaking to Elsie and the Clovis AI):

[image ID: excerpt from the lorebook "Legacy's Lament" that says:

"Hold on there. You haven't gone through any initiation protocols. You're not ready," she says.

"If there are lives to be saved, that's where I need to be," the new guy replies. He's oddly determined.

"Where you need to be," the AI interjects, "is with your family. Me."

"Every instinct I have is telling me to reject you," the Exo retorts. Nice, new guy.

/End ID]

it's such an interesting contrast. here the original Clovis was hoping this exo was going to be an exact continuation of him. his life, his legacy, his research. that he'd continue to propagate the exos and make an army of them (if the Vex invasion + Collapse hadn't happened, anyway). Clovis is selfish and doesn't care if most of humanity dies because he just sees them as future exos. he wants everyone to be a product of his legacy. but Clovis-1 basically sacrifices himself 43 times to save people and help shut down the vex portal.

idk there isn't much of a point I'm trying to make here I just think it's an interesting study of how humanity isn't inherently evil and being untouched by the influence of the Darkness (and monopolistic capitalism lol), Clovis-1 is a good person. he even wished he could've kept his memory to help repair the broken relationship between him and his granddaughter, Elsie, but ofc after 43 resets he lost most of what made him Clovis (perhaps for the best).

references: Legacy's Lament lorebook, Clovis Bray's Logbook (missing pages)

#again this is old news i know but as someone who only recently started d2 im catching up to things slowly lol #and after reading the entirety of the Bray Family category on the ishtar collective i am THINKING about it #my god. im obsessed with how fucked up they are. with how fucked up clovis is lmao #i could even argue that clovis I was a good person at heart #but he was greedy and put his needs and wants above everyone else #to the point that he even killed Elsie (as an exo but. still) because she was trying to stop him #but his unfinished life projects he had listed at the end of his logbook was #''be a good man and grandfather''. at least he knew he wasn't a good person lmao #anyway. thanks for reading im obviously very normal about all of this. incredibly normal #ari speaks #destiny 2 #clovis bray #banshee 44 #exos #lore #destiny lore #the bray family

[bueckerssturns]

never watch a movie with @fuji-mango he figures out the whole plot within the first FIVE MINUTES.

#don’t listen to ari #ariana yaps #ari yaps #ari speaks

[neonpigeons]

hey food network, quick question for you: who allowed this episode description

#i wanted to check if it was a new episode and saw the description and was like ''he WHAT....'' #it is a new episode btw. if you even care #ari speaks #guy fieri

[arkitiore]

Does anyone have any Doctor Who fanfic recs exploring Jack's "wrongness" to the Doctor? Or featuring them as characters getting to talk about the fact that The Doctor straight up abandoned him on a now derelict spacecraft? I would love to read them please.

Ever since I heard of the cancelled tenth doctor/Torchwood crossover Big Finish had been producing ive been craving this exact storyline in my bones.

#doctor who #torchwood #tenth doctor #jack harkness #captain jack harkness #ari speaks #a little Q for your As please

[currently-not-studying]

I love the ending of ORV for many reasons. One of them is that the world is still ruined, rebuilding yes, but the things that happened happened. Even when the whole group regressed they: a. didn't achieve the ending they wanted b. The apocalypse still happened c. They came back to their own timeline. The ending cements what I think is one of the main themes: You can't go forward by going back. Nostalgia will trap you. The whole world is still in front of you if you want to reach out. It may be ruined but it's yours to take care of

#omniscient reader novel #omniscient reader's viewpoint #orv #orv kim dokja #omniscient reader analysis #orv analysis #ari speaks #orv theories #kim dokja #orv yoo joonghyuk

[mllersjoel]

good old fashioned lover boy

Pairing: Regency!Wyll Ravengard x gn!reader

Summary: It's dreadfully boring at this ball, especially when Lord Gortash won't stop talking to you. Lord Ravengard steps in, and just maybe, this night can be saved.

Word Count: 1.1k

A/N: why does no one write for my bb boy. i love him. have some regency au (writing comms r open btw!)

It’s your second year as an eligible member of society, and you are bored out of your mind. Your guardian has dragged you to yet another ball, with dancing and schmoozing that you would rather die than be doing. Thankfully, you’ve managed to avoid just about everyone who wants to sign your dance card with a glare or pretending to choke so hard tears well up in your eyes. You came here because your best friend, Astarion, promised to accompany you this time and fill up your dance card with his name only, but that plan swiftly fell out the window as he laid eyes on a pretty half-elf.

You could see him check out of the conversation, eyes flitting to them then back at yours. 

“Just go, Astarion,” you sigh, shoving him playfully.

His eyes blink back to yours, trying and failing to pretend like he wasn’t ogling another person. “I have no idea what you’re on about, darling.”

“I can handle myself and it’s pathetic watching you try to concentrate on me. Go.”

Astarion smiles broadly, kissing your cheeks. “Have I ever told you you’re the light of my life?”

You snort. “Just when you want something.”

He shrugs, taking your hand and pressing a gentle kiss to the back of it. “If you need me, just shout.”

He leaves, and you’re barely able to let out a breath before another man (greasy, looking like he needs two decades of sleep) takes his place. Without asking, he signs his name on your dance card. “Enver Gortash, Lord of this estate. Care to dance with me?”

You are pulled to the dance floor before you can even answer and you desperately try to come up with an excuse. “I—I can’t dance right now,” you protest, attempting to extricate yourself from his grasp without seeming rude, “I’m waiting for someone.” He ignores you, laughing. 

“Don’t play coy,” he says, assuming a waltz position. The music begins, and you have no choice but to dance with him. You catch Astarion’s eye and watch him square his shoulders, ready to pull you out of there as you minutely shake your head at him. 

‘Don’t make a scene,’ you mouth.

The entire time you dance with Lord Gortash, he drones on and on about his estate, how he fought for his wealth (although it was an open secret that he participated in less than savory business practices), and how immodestly he thinks women are dressed now. The song feels like its going on forever, then, blissfully, the music stops. There is a slight bustle as everyone switches partners, looking at who’s next on your dance card. Lord Gortash takes your hand, and with a predatory grin realises you have no one else on your dance card. As he takes your pencil, eager to write his name again, a hand grips his wrist and stops him.

You look up and see a beautiful man, dark skinned, hair braided closely to his head and a slight stubble covering his cheeks. He has a deep brown, almost black eye, while the other seemed pale and translucent. His smile is charming and bright, without a hint of sleaziness the other man seemed to carry in bucket loads. “I’m terribly sorry to cut in,” he says, the dulcet tones of his voice sending a slight shiver down your spine, “but I believe it’s my turn to have the pleasure of their company.”

Lord Gortash scoffs, brandishing your dance card towards the handsome man. “Your name isn’t on there. Mine is. Get lost, Ravengard.”

The man—Ravengard—nods, taking a step back. He seems as if he’s about to leave, and your heart sinks at the prospect of another dance with this man when he leans back in, pointing near the back. “Oh, before I go, I fear I spy Lady Karlach on her way. She mentioned something about—what was it now?—getting even?”

You see Gortash’s face turn white as he whips his head around, trying to spot someone. Without sparing you a second glance, he practically runs out of the ballroom, tripping on his own feet as he’s nearly sent sprawling. You hide your laugh behind your hand, catching the eye of Ravengard. “Thank you,” you say, adjusting your clothes, “he just wouldn’t stop talking.”

“You seemed like you were in need of saving,” he says, taking your hand and planting a feather-light kiss on the back of it. “Lord Wyll Ravengard, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

You give your name back which he tests immediately, smiling at the way it sounds. He gestures to your dance card, his hand still holding yours. “May I?”

You nod, delighted that this night seemed to be turning around. He writes his name in neat, precise cursive, finishing just as the band begins to play the notes of the next song. His hand is warm as it envelops yours, large, course fingers wrapping around your glove, leading you to the middle of the dance floor.

A slow dance begins to play, and suddenly you are swept up in his movements. He dances easily, leading you as if it was second nature. 

“I don’t think I’ve seen you before,” you say, matching his movements easily.

He smiles bashfully, looking down for a second. “Ah, I’ve been away.”

“And how do you like being back?”

He twirls you, catching you easily when you return back into his arms. “I like it a lot better now.”

As you waltz with him, you catch Astarion’s eye once more. He mouths, ‘Good?’

You nod and smile, glad when he gives you a thumbs up of approval. ‘He’s sexy,’ Astarion tells you, and you accidentally snort, looking away when Lord Ravengard raises an amused brow at you. “Too clichéd?”

“No, not at all!” You scramble, trying to school your face into a neutral expression. Every time you looked at his face, however, you started giggling again. Lord Ravengard laughed along with you, still not missing a step and barely even wincing when you inevitably stepped on his toes. “My friend is being stupid, that’s all.”

“Well,” Lord Ravengard starts, stepping closer than what was deemed proper, “if it’s not my horribly cheesy sayings, may I say that you look more stunning than the goddess Aphrodite herself?”

You gasp in jest, smiling. “Careful, my lord, your hubris may see you cursed.”

The song ends, yet he remains still, holding you. “A small price to pay to adequately compliment your beauty.”

Your heart stutters as he steps back, bowing as you hesitantly remember to do the same. “May I see you again?” You ask, hoping your forward nature doesn’t put him off like so many other men.

He smiles broadly, genuine. “I would love that.” 

#ari speaks #wyll ravengard #wyll bg3 #wyll ravengard x reader #wyll x reader #i love him sm.... #regency au #ari writes

[scorchedmazes]

thomas has this sticker on his laptop. minho gave it to him.

#the maze runner #tmr minho #tmr thomas #thominho #thomas is ace bc i said so #ari talks #ari speaks #ari’s headcanons #my headcanons