#i’ve been working for 6 hours straight and like. i’ve had a lot of people either distract me or give me shit fit it and like!

[callixton]

it is the second week of class and i have been up until at least 3 am multiple days

#it’s not like i’m really procrastinating either #at least i won’t have rehearsal until 10 anymore! for like a month at least. thank god #sorry i need to get my bitching out here so i don’t cry #i’ve been working for 6 hours straight and like. i’ve had a lot of people either distract me or give me shit fit it and like! #i’m sorry i care but that will not change! and i am stressed enough without ur input….. #if i fuck up my monologue bc i’m too tired i will be so sad #ted talks

[bucks-babe]

hi!! i’ve had this concept in my head for a while and i love your writing style so i thought you would be perfect to ask. so reader is new to the compound, like helping out in the lab but not necessarily on the team, and because of that when she tries forming relationships with people on the team she’s kind of pushed to the side. bucky sees this and feels for her since he was kind of treated the same when he was new, so he starts becoming friends with her and building a relationship with her. then he starts involving her in things the team does like dinners or movie nights. and when they’re around each other the team can obviously see that they like each other as more than friends. you can develop it more from there but that’s kind of the base line for my idea!!

Pairing: Bucky x f!reader

Summary: Being new to the compound isn’t easy, luckily you have a supersoldier on your side

Warnings: Slight angst, fluff, reader wears glasses (no other description of reader though), Bucky thinks reader is cute, Tony is kind of a huge dick, vague implications of smut but no smut (blink and you’ll miss it), I suck at endings, they are in love, no use of Y/N

Word Count: 2.780k

“Hey, uh, Glasses, I need you to run these samples for me.” You look up and see Tony walking into the lab, straight to your table. You look around, not sure if he was talking to you, but you’re alone in the lab, given that it was almost midnight, but you had to finish the reports from the samples that Steve dropped off in the morning.

You were swamped in work, not even taking a lunch break, desperate to finish everything so that you could go back to your room in the compound and take a shower. It felt like you’ve been stuck in the lab for days on end. The Avengers having back to back missions and you being the only lab tech without a family to go home to, you were stuck working insane hours.

“Mr. Stark, can these wait until the morning? I'm still working on the reports from Captain Rogers.” Tony heaves a great sigh, clearly exasperated by your reluctance to do his work, knowing damn well he can run these samples a lot quicker with the help of F.R.I.D.A.Y. but he just doesn’t want to. Might as well make the overworked lab tech do it.

“The old man can wait until tomorrow for his report, just get mine done. If he has a problem, he can take it up with me. Goodnight, Penny.” And just like that, he walks off. You know for sure that he didn’t hear you correct him when he got your name wrong. Honestly, where did he even get Penny from? You’re so stressed you feel like you could cry, which pisses you off more. It made you feel weak when you would cry when you were frustrated but you couldn’t help it.

It's been like this since you got the job at the compound. At first you thought that this would be an amazing opportunity, getting to work side by side with the Avengers. In reality, you stay cooped up in the lab most of the day, getting overworked, and only see the Avengers when they stop by to give you more work. 

Of course, you understand that being a superhero is hard work, but a little courtesy goes a long way. It would be a nice change of pace if someone acknowledged your efforts. You push Steve’s reports to the side and start working on Tony’s samples, knowing that this is going to take all night, but you don’t really have a choice. It needs to be done and you’re the only one in the lab.

The sound of the door opening jolts you awake, a piece of paper stuck to your face with drool. “Hey, do you have those reports for me?” You groan and look at Steve. The clock on the wall reads 6:03 AM, ever the early riser, Steve is. You must have fallen asleep sometime last night trying to finish the work Tony gave you, which is just as incomplete as Steve’s reports.

“Sorry, Captain Rogers, Mr. Stark gave me an urgent request that needed priority.” You keep your head down, ashamed to look at him. 

“I gave you those samples in the morning. How are the reports not done?” He has his hands on his hips with the disappointed father's look on his face, making you feel even worse. You really are trying your best, but you’re burnt out and can't do everything at once.

“I’m sorry, I’ll have them done by early afternoon. I can drop them off if you’d like?” God, you feel so stupid! Steve just waves you off with a “I’ll come back after lunch for them” and leaves you to your own thoughts.

You get Steve’s reports done before lunch and continue to work on finishing Tony’s when the lab doors open again. Without looking up you slide Steve’s reports to him. “They’re done Captain Rogers.” 

“It’s not Steve.” You push your glasses up on your nose and see Bucky standing before your table, quite awkwardly as well, shuffling on his feet with his right hand in his pocket, left hanging down limply at his side.

“Sergeant Barnes, how can I help you?” You’ve always had a crush on Bucky, but he was the only Avenger who hasn’t come into your lab - ever. Matter of fact, he avoids the lab like the plague, which is understandable given that he was experimented on for years. 

“It’s my arm, I can’t move it.” After a few seconds of silence he adds on, “The metal one. Usually, I can recalibrate it myself but I think it has something to do with the plates.” He looks so vulnerable; Bucky’s not used to asking for help, rather always helping someone else.

“I can take a look at it if you want.” You assume that’s why he came down to the lab, not just to chit chat with you. He nods and you lead him to a lab chair. “Can you take your shirt off for me?” Bucky’s eyebrows hit his hairline and his jaw drops. “I need to see your arm, Sergeant.” Now both of you are blushing.

It takes him a little while but he gets his shirt off and stares at the floor, embarrassed of the scars surrounding his arm. “Can I touch your arm, Sergeant?” Bucky eyes widen; he’s not used to someone asking permission to touch his arm. If he doesn’t wear his gloves in public, people will stare and point, some even trying to touch his hand to get a better look at the silver arm. Bucky hates it: the arm, the stares, the scars, everything.

He mumbles a confirmation and watches you work on his arm. He thinks you’re cute, with glasses that make your eyes look slightly magnified and how you stick your tongue out when you concentrate. You’ve always hated your glasses, thinking that they make you look bug eyed, but Bucky thinks that it’s the cutest thing he’s ever seen. There are bags under your eyes, which makes Bucky frown. Stark is overworking you.

After a few minutes you look up and see Bucky staring at you and you both quickly look away. “One of the plates near your shoulder came loose and disrupted the signal to the rest of the arm. That’s why you couldn’t move it. It’s fixed now and you should be good to go, Sergeant.”

 Before Bucky could say anything, Tony enters. “Penn, those reports done yet or are you too busy with Terminator over there?” You ignore Bucky’s confused who’s Penn? and give Tony the finished half of his reports, hoping against hope that he won’t tear you a new one in front of Bucky.

“Uh, Glasses, where is the other half?” 

“I didn’t get to them all last night and then Captain Rogers needed his reports this morning. I’m sorry, Mr. Stark.” Not only did you not finish Tony’s reports on time, but you were also late with Steve’s, on top of getting minimal sleep and not eating. The humiliation is seeping through your pores. You’re letting your idols down in real time, seeing their disappointment right in front of you.

“I told you to prioritize my samples, not Rogers.” Bucky is still in his chair, watching, ready to jump to your defense. He doesn’t like the way Tony is talking to you. Little do you know, but Bucky sometimes comes down to the lab to watch you work, never entering, God no. He’d look like a creep. But the sweet lab tech caught his attention the moment you arrived.

“I know, but I fell behind and Captain Rogers said-”

“I don’t care what Rogers said. I told you-” 

“Back off Stark, if you want them done, do it yourself.” Bucky was pissed; you are too sweet for your own good, letting people boss you around and bending over backwards for them. Not when Bucky is around.

Before Tony can continue to argue with Bucky, F.R.I.D.A.Y. calls him away for a meeting, leaving you and Bucky in the lab alone. “Sergeant Barnes, you didn’t have to do that. Those reports should have been done anyway; it was my fault.” How pathetic is it to have someone you hardly know see your faults.

“He shouldn’t be talking to you like that, doll. You’re only one person and you're doing your best.” He’s a lot closer to you now and you can smell his cologne, making your head feel all fuzzy. “Thank you for helping me with my arm, too.”

“Thank you for letting me, Sergeant, I know that was difficult for you.” You’re looking up at him through your thick frames, eyes larger than they actually are, bags under your eyes, but Bucky thinks you’ve never been prettier. Or maybe it’s because he’s never seen you up close, but you are the most gorgeous woman he’s ever seen, 40’s or not.

“Call me Bucky.”

After that, Bucky was in the lab almost everyday. For a while he would claim to have some strange ailment until you told him that he didn’t have to feign injury to visit, which made him blush. He would spend his lunch in the lab, making sure that you were eating, too. Bucky is a very observant man, and on his trips to the lab, before he first talked to you, he would see how overworked you were and how you barely ate. 

He made it his mission to keep you well fed and get you out of the lab at a decent hour, giving a death glare to agents trying to drop off samples after a certain hour. 

Outside of the lab, Bucky was your only friend at the compound; although, he’s never hand fed Steve in bed while watching old movies. Bucky felt comfortable around you, even more so than with Steve. Bucky and you had a special bond - he would confide in you when you would both be awake at the unholy hours of night and you would do the same. He trusted you not to tell anyone else and, to him, it was easier to talk to you than Steve.

Steve had a tendency to look at Bucky as if he was a sick puppy, and Bucky hated that, he hated the pity. He didn’t want to be treated like precious glass, and you allowed him to be vulnerable without making him feel like he was falling apart.

Some nights you both would fall asleep in bed together and wake up entangled, those nights were Bucky’s favorites. You were so soft and even though you were so much smaller than him, you made him feel safe and protected. His sweet doll in his bed, keeping the nightmares away. 

He loved the way you would squint and search for your glasses on the stand next to the bed, whining when you accidentally knocked them to the floor, or stabbed yourself in the eye trying to put them on. 

The entire dynamic of your friendship changed one night. Bucky doesn’t know who moved first, but the two of you kissed, and Bucky can’t remember kisses ever being so good. The two of you only kissed that night, nothing further, but it was the best night that either of you had in a long while. From that day on, he was your old man and you were his old lady.

You both decided to keep your relationship a secret for the time being. You didn’t want the other lab techs to think you were getting special treatment and Bucky didn’t want to deal with the teasing from Sam or the questions from Steve. But Bucky loathed when he would be forced by Steve to join movie nights, alone, without you. Steve wanted what was best for his friend so he would force Bucky to get out more; little did Steve know that Bucky had the best girl waiting for him to come over.

He could tell that you were let down whenever he had to participate in “team bonding.” You wanted to be valued by the team, yet you understood why they never invited you; you weren’t an Avenger, just a lowly lab tech. Nonetheless, it broke Bucky’s heart to see you so despondent, which is why he asked you to join the next movie night, team be damned.

“Come on, doll, it will be fun. I promise.” Bucky holds you close to his chest, laying down next to you under the covers. You roll over, naked chest to naked chest, body still shaking, and bury your face in his neck, breathing him in.

“I’m not even a part of the team, Jamie. What will all your teammates think, huh? The great Bucky Barnes and the weird lab tech: A perfect match. No, they won’t.” Bucky gently grabs both sides of your face, both metal and flesh warm from previous activities, and makes you look him in the eye. 

He’s a little blurry since you aren’t wearing your glasses. The lenses would smush against your face everytime he would kiss you with anything more than a chaste kiss, and Bucky Barnes is a passionate kisser in bed. At your slight squint, he pulled you closer to his face so you could see him clearly; blue eyes holding nothing but the utmost love and devotion.

“I don’t give a damn what the team thinks, you hear me? You are my doll and I want to show you off. My sweet little lab tech who’s too kind for her own good. Let them all know how perfect you are.” Your resolve is crumbling like it does every time he looks at you. It is an overwhelming feeling, being the light of someone’s life, being showered with so much love you feel like you can’t breathe, but each breath fills up your lungs with joy and hope.

Bucky nuzzles his nose against yours and you both know you’ll say yes. You’d follow him to the ends of the earth, just as he would for you. “Okay, Jamie, I will, for you.”

Movie night is a week later and you’re on Bucky’s lap where he sits on the recliner. It’s his unofficial seat whenever Steve forces him to these things, stuck in the corner of the room away from everyone else with no seat next to him. At first, no one notices you on Bucky’s lap, curled up into him with tangled limbs not able to tell where Bucky begins and you end. 

Steve is the first to notice, doing a double take at the extra bulk in Bucky’s seat, and just as Bucky is observant, so is Steve. Steve had a suspicion that there was something more to Bucky’s disappearances during lunch and the extra food he would take after dinner. Steve just smiles to himself and faces the movie once more, every so often glancing back at the two lovebirds in their own world.

Bucky has no clue what movie they are watching, his sole focus is on you. You had a long day in the lab, yet you held true to your word to join movie night with him, but being curled up in Bucky’s arms was your favorite place to be and before long you were sound asleep, holding onto his metal arm, using it as a pillow. As gently as he could, Bucky took off your glasses and put them atop his head, falling asleep himself before the movie was halfway over.

Sam was the second to notice, and let the rest of the team know as well. “OH. MY. GOD. Tony, where is my phone? I can’t believe this.” The rest of the team look at each other in confusion, following Sam’s line of sight, they see you wrapped up in Bucky’s arms, the both of you sound asleep. 

“Is that…Glasses?” Comes from Tony.

“She’s so cute!” Slips from Wanda.

“Who’s Glasses?” is followed by a slap from Nat with a hissed “Thor, shut up, they’re sleeping!”

“Tony, my phone! I need evidence.”

“Terminator’s getting laid?”

“We’re watching Indiana Jones, Stark.” 

“Thor, inside voice, we’ve talked about this.”

The teasing from the team is endless the next day, but Bucky doesn’t have it in him to care, he has his sweetheart by his side and they know better than to provoke Bucky. Coincidentally, Tony offers to take some of his samples back to test them himself; Bucky insists that he must have had a change of heart, you don’t believe it for one second, but Bucky will never admit to anything. After all, he has to take care of his sweet girl. 

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x you #bucky x reader #bucky imagine #bucky x female reader #bucky x y/n #bucky x you #sebastian stan x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes fic

[retrieve-the-kraken]

So after taking some time to clear my head, and letting the wave of relief and closure wash over me, and feeling like someone literally unclogged my brain, I rewatched season 3 of Young Royals, but only finished just the night before I was going away for Easter weekend, so I didn’t have time to write anything.

But now I can finally say this: I liked it much better the second time.

And it wasn’t just the trepidation and anxiety that i had for finding out what happened in the end that kept me from completely enjoying it the first time. It was also that annoying week-long gap that we had to endure before watching the finale.

(I get that they did it for promotional purposes, and it was a lovely thing to be able to have that event for the final chapter, which obviously could only be one chapter, imagine having everyone there for the entire season, everyone watching for nearly six hours… no good.)

That gap, I feel, made it feel like we just landed randomly on an episode that was meant to tie up all the storylines. And of course it is, and of course it still feels that way in regards to some storylines, but wow, what a difference it makes to watch the whole thing as a whole, the way I’ve enjoyed the previous seasons.

I definitely could process it much better the second time around, watching calmly and carefully, and once I jumped straight from episode 5 into episode 6, it definitely felt more cohesive. It felt like it followed the same pattern as the previous seasons, the conflict at the end of episode 5 is very similar in every season, and it felt right.

And the final episode of each season seems to follow a very similar pattern too, except that it shifts a little each time as Wille gains autonomy. In Season 1, the climax was that Wille had to do what the crown said, on the crown’s terms (deny the video, keep August’s betrayal secret, lose Simon), because he didn’t know what else to do, he didn’t have a choice, sad ending. In season 2, he has to do what the crown says (do the speech, play the part of the Crown Prince), BUT he’s doing it on his own terms (telling the truth about the video, being with Simon, even if it means keeping August’s secret), he has somewhat of a choice, bittersweet ending. In season 3… well, it looks like he’s doing what the crown says still… and then he finally realizes that he does have a choice. Sad ending? Nej! He finally gets his happy ending. He has come to terms that the can have a choice.

The second time around, just when we thought we were getting yet another sad ending or bittersweet ending like the previous seasons, it shifted. Plot twist, he’s getting out of the car. Of course there is a lot up in the air (was your first thought also literally “but Wille, you left your bag in the car! You don’t have a toothbrush! You don’t have a phone charger! You don’t have clean underwear!” or are you normal? I am not normal, I have anxiety about things like that), there are many things that will still need to be resolved after the credits roll, but… it felt right.

And of course there are things that got tied up and still felt a bit quick, and things that felt annoyingly left up in the air, but that was precisely what happened each season, things that felt like maybe would get properly addressed the next season, but that’s not how life works. Not everything gets resolved. And it feels a little sadder or more bitter because we’re not getting another season.

But we are. It’s playing in our heads right now. People are writing fanfiction about it. And I can’t wait to absorb it all.

I’m definitely watching the whole season again, and doing a play-by-play analysis like I did for season 2, because I love hyperanalyzing every detail of this show.

Can I just preliminarily warn that I will be gushing about Edvin and Omar, and Nikita and Frida and Malte, so so much? Because the second time watching season 3, I was in awe, true awe, of how good they have all gotten. I mean, they’ve all been incredible from day one, but I feel like there were nuances to their characters this season that highlighted so much how incredible they all are. Particularly my babies, Edvin and Omar, deserve all the awards. Can’t wait to see everything they do.

I will miss them with all my soul. But I don’t have to let go of them yet.

#young royals #young royals season 3 #young royals analysis #yr season 3 #yr s3 spoilers #wilmon #wilmon endgame

[ladykailitha]

Royal Pain Part 23

Hey, guys! This story is back, baby! And is the start of the four chapters that are all one run on chapter basically. You'll see why at the end of this chapter I held off until I got the resolution written.

I still have some room on the tag list but not much, only six slots. So once it fills up, that's it, I will take no more requests for the list once it hits fifty.

Pt 1 Pt 2 Pt 3 Pt 4 Pt 5 Pt 6 Pt 7 Pt 8 Pt 9 Pt 10 Pt 11 Pt 12 Pt 13 Pt 14 Pt 15 Pt 16 Pt 17 Pt 18 Pt 19 Pt 20 Pt 21 Meta Pt 22

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There wasn’t time for Eddie to see Steve and Wayne before the show, well for any of them to see their loved ones before the show, really.

Eddie’s knee was bouncing as hard as it was when he played in front of Steve for the first time.

They had all met Metallica at the sound check and had hit off, much to everyone’s surprise. But they had their own pre-show rituals and Corroded Coffin had theirs.

“Fuck,” Jeff said, coming back from the bathroom. “I think I’ve thrown up more times tonight than I did that time we all thought it would fun to main line tequila shots for two hours straight.”

Everyone winced in sympathy. That was a bad time for everyone all around.

“Who would have thought that after years of hard work,” Brian said, “that we would be opening for Metallica? Holy shit, this is our lives!”

Jeff smiled, looking a little less green around the gills. “Mandy said that if I waited for us to be ready, we would never take that chance,” he said, rubbing his hands on his pants. “And she’s right. We’ll never get a chance like this ever again.”

Gareth chewed on his thumb, gnawing at it worryingly. Eddie got up and put his arm around their youngest member. “Hey, this isn’t us selling out. This isn’t us giving up our dedicated following. This is us testing the waters to see if this is something we would enjoy doing.” He kissed the top of Gareth’s head. “We won’t know if we prefer smalls gigs at the Nightmare Hole over stadiums, if we haven’t played stadiums, okay?”

Gareth nodded. “I’m just being ridiculous.”

Jeff came over sat down on the other side of him. “No you’re not. It’s a valid concern. But Eddie’s right, too. How do you know you prefer intimate sessions over roaring crowds if you’ve never played to those roaring crowds?”

Gareth sighed. “Yeah, I guess.”

Brian tilted his head. “It’s the sound, isn’t it?”

All three other members turned to him. Gareth’s jaw dropped. He opened and closed his mouth several times trying to refute Brian’s claim, but found he couldn’t.

Jeff twisted in his seat to look at Gareth a little better. “Loud noises bother you?”

“Gare-bear...” Eddie said softly. “Why didn’t you say something?”

Gareth blushed and looked at his hands, picking at the skin around his nails. He shrugged. “I never thought about it. Until Bri said something, I didn’t even realize that might be why.”

Brian had been digging in his bag while they talked and chose that moment to brandish his find. “Tada!” He waved the noise canceling headphones around like a flag. “Wear these!”

Gareth stood up and gingerly took them from Brian and help them tenderly. He looked up Brian like he was a god damned hero.

Brian tapped on them. “Just plug them into little sound device they gave us and bam! No more sound. Or at least very little.”

Gareth fell on his friend giving him the biggest hug. Brian hugged him back fiercely.

“I just want to make sure you have fun out there, okay?” he whispered.

Gareth nodded.

There was a knock on the door and a stage manager poked his head in.

“Five minutes guys.”

Gareth straightened up and composed himself as his friends strapped on their instruments.

They all filed out but Gareth hung back for a moment. Eddie turned and smiled at him.

“Come on,” he said fondly, holding out his hand. “Let’s go make some noise.”

Gareth laughed. “Hell yeah!”

*

Steve was showed to the VIP box where a lot of people were already there. Some of them he knew like Gethin and Miranda. Wayne, too. Most of them were complete strangers and suddenly he felt like he didn’t belong here.

Everyone else here was family. Steve wasn’t even a boyfriend. Not yet anyway. They had barely kissed the once before this landed on their laps. Eddie even had to cancel his tattoo appointment for today. That’s how new this all was.

He took a step back. Then two. He was about to turn and run when Miranda spotted him.

“Steve!” she called out, making every head turn his direction.

Which did not help his feelings inadequacy in the slightest.

She leapt to her feet and dragged him over to sit between her and Wayne.

“I’ll introduce you all after,” she said. “So glad you could make it. Jeff was saying he was worried you wouldn’t be able to because of work.”

Steve blushed. Which meant Eddie had been terrified. “I wouldn’t have missed this for anything.”

She raised an eyebrow and twisted around to look him in the eye. “You sure? Because it looked like you were going to bolt to me.”

Steve shook his head. “I would have found somewhere else to watch them. But I don’t belong here with family and the significant others. I’m just...me.”

Miranda slumped down in her seat with a sigh. “Steve, of course you belong here. Eddie only had two people in the whole world he wanted to see him open for one of the biggest metal bands in the world. And you’re sitting next to other one.”

Steve looked over at Wayne who chuckled.

“Do we have to tie you down, Steve?” he asked fondly.

Steve shook his head. “No, sir. I’ll be good.”

Wayne hummed. “Glad to hear it. Now quiet down. My boy is about to play.”

Steve smiled for the first time since arriving at the arena.

The house lights went down and the stage lights went up. Steve leaned forward, elbows on his knees, chin propped up on his fists. Eddie was always beautiful to behold, but fuck. Like this, under the spotlights? He was incandescent.

Eddie leaned into the microphone and introduced his band to the audience.

“We don’t usually play other people’s music, but we got permission to do this one,” Eddie said. He nodded to Brian, who grinned.

Corroded Coffin’s bassist began to play, the first few notes in and the crowd went apeshit. Completely crazy. Steve turned to Miranda. “Shit. I think I know this one. It’s Master of Puppets, right? From Metallica?”

Miranda nodded. “Damn straight it is.”

Steve was on his feet screaming in an instant. Everyone was cheering and having a good time. Maybe he shouldn’t be here, but until someone said something, he was going to cheer Eddie on the loudest. He loved his metal boyfriend with all his heart.

*

Eddie stumbled off the stage covered in sweat and higher then he’d ever been on weed. The rest of the band was jumping and screaming too. There was no greater feeling in the world.

They got better than front row seats to Metallica as they watched from backstage.

Even after thirty-five years they still knew how to bring the house to their knees.

They celebrated with the band for a bit before their families were ushered in. Eddie had even cleared it with the band for Dustin and his friends to come meet them but only for five minutes.

Dustin and Mike were freaking out, but Will hung back, still shy. But Lars came over and talked to him for a minute and that really made Will’s day. Hell, his entire year if he was being honest.

They all filed out leaving the ten family members alone with the boys of Corroded Coffin. Gareth’s parents and twin were fawning over him calling him brave and saying how proud they were of him breaking out of his comfort zone.

Jeff’s dad and Mandy’s mom were huddled over in the corner with the couple, just hugging each other tight. No words needed.

Brian had his sister and Cecil and his sister chatting excitedly, hands waving about as they broke down their favorite moments of the concert.

Eddie picked Steve up and whirled him around kissing him soundly on the lips. “Baby, did you see us out there?”

Wayne chuckled. “Oh just him and about thirty thousand other people.”

Eddie kissed him on the cheek fiercely. “I’ve never felt anything like it! It was so amazing.”

“You were amazing, Eds,” Steve said. “All of you were. It’s you guys were made for that stage.”

Eddie kissed him again. “I’m so glad you were able to make it! I was worried that you wouldn’t be able to come.”

Steve kissed the side of Eddie’s mouth tenderly. “Well you see I had a cancellation this afternoon, so I was able to shift my schedule to accommodate my boyfriend opening for Metallica.”

Eddie blushed. “I’m sorry I had to cancel, baby.”

“I’m not mad, sunshine,” Steve assured him. “I’m happy for you.”

They kissed again.

Wayne waved Steve off so that he could hug Eddie. “I’m proud of you. Now don’t be getting too famous to see me, you hear?”

Eddie’s eyes welled up and his pressed his lips together. “I would never. I promise. I’ll always come to you, I swear it.”

Soon it was time to pack it all up and hit the road for home.

Everyone said their goodbyes and they all parted ways. With Eddie promising to stop by the shop tomorrow to reschedule his appointment.

Steve was beaming. High off the euphoria of watching Eddie live out his dream. He had never felt like this about anyone before and he couldn’t wait to tell everyone about how awesome Eddie did and how the crowd went wild for their music.

*

He really should have seen it coming. He should have been prepared. But he wasn’t.

Eddie didn’t come into the shop that day, because he called instead. Metallica had offered to let them opening for them for the rest of their tour. For the next two weeks, Corroded Coffin would be going on the road with one the world’s biggest metal bands.

And leaving Steve behind.

He fought hard to be happy for his boyfriend. But everything between them was too new. Too tender.

They didn’t even get to say goodbye in person and Steve was left with that feeling of not being good enough.

For anyone.

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Part 24 Part 25 Part 26 Part 27 Part 28 Epilogue

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#my writing #stranger things #steddie #ladykailtiha writes #tattoo artist steve #autistic gareth

[peepeestrahm]

ok hi I’ve seen a lot of people do flags headcanon posts so here’s mine.  warning these are absolutely deranged 

some of these come from @monstercard​ who sits on call with me 6 hours straight while we act unemployed as fuck making this shit up all god damn night

Pianoman

- has his own currency where everything is 100% perfectly indistinguishable from real money except his face is on it. he calls this “PianoBucks” 

- the value of Pianobucks varies from 3 bitcoin to 3 dogecoin based entirely on the like/dislike ratio of a comment he made on the CRYPTOLAND youtube video

- his house is the most insane place in the world it is outrageous opulence but it is ALSO busted he has shit like this massive chandelier except it's connected to a light switch that doesn’t work  unless you touch the wires together manually and therefore all the exposed wires are out

Doc 

- was a prolific serial killer in medical school.  terrorized his campus.  nobody suspected it was him, in fact a lot of his classmates worried for him because he probably couldn’t defend himself so they’d offer to walk him home from class only to be, for lack of a better word, TUSKed

- has given each of the flags at least one organ from the other ones.  each one of them thinks they are the only one this has not happened to 

- they made the human centipede based on a real thing he did

- actually gave verlaine the hardest time because of his ability 

- when he and albatross get married they have a naked wedding.  doc cranks the heat and it’s “strongly requested” that attendees don’t shower for 48 hours before the event.  ghastly

Iceman

- he/him butch lesbian I’ll fight you on this 

- born into a massively powerful mafia family in italy before a rival group took them all out at the same time.  he thought he was the only survivor but his older sister also lived.  

- chuuya took his eye.  that bitch EXPLODED

- autistic asf 

- died trying to get lippmann out of verlaine’s car. sorry

- chuuya gets compared to him the most I think

- the BEST cook of the whole group his food is DELICIOUS it’s made with love.  his cooking is the only thing the flags have all unanimously decided not to make fun of because if he ever stopped doing it for them it would be a huge loss.  albatross hears him say something that comes out in a heavy accent and reflexively goes i cooka da meetbol and that's too close to violating the rule and lippmann shoves a silk scarf in his mouth to shut him up

Lippmann

- he starred in a film that had him shooting in a very tight hole in the ground but actually got stuck and panicked, leaving him with severe claustrophobia 

- constantly taking TV bit roles where his character gets killed by the mafia because he thinks it’s really really funny

- mcdonalds did a Lippmann Meal once and all the flags piled into the clown car and ordered 10 of them.  nary a one failed to do this as obnoxiously as possible btw

Albatross

- GAY has been in love with Doc for uh.  forever

- can operate any vehicle ever created but he has exactly zero licenses and in fact the only one of these fucking people who has an actual non forged legal drivers license is iceman who for reasons nobody understands has a CDL

- he puts on horrible reality tv or like hey arnold while he and doc are fucking because doc thinks it’s hot that he has to compete for albatross’s attention 

#bsd flags #bsd #bsd stormbringer #bsd iceman #bsd lippmann #bsd doc #bsd pianoman #bsd albatross #bungou stray dogs

[popcornforone]

Christmas Wish

A Tim Rockford fan fic

I got in from the cinema tonight at about 10:30 watches a bit of tv & then went on tiktok & then couldn’t sleep. It’s now 2am & a small idea I had I’ve now almost completed a first draft of. & I think you will get the finished product soon. See this is why I have lots of fics in draft. Because bang I will get a new idea & then I’ll just write. Also I can’t believe I’m writing Tim again. Send help (but please don’t)

Synopsis: your taking your kids to see Santa but your husband isn’t sure he will make it on time. But a Santas wish box might make all your dreams come true.

Word count:3800

Warnings: DO NOT READ IF TOU ARE UNDER 18! PIV sex, breeding kink, pregnancy, swearing. Previous sexual encounters & fantasies mentioned. Husband & wife, swearing. Mentions of alcohol, teasing, crime is mentioned but not in detail, bedroom voice, Tim likes to be incontrol but he’s not a dom. cock warming, intense sex.

Thanks as always for reading peoples. All feedback is welcome.

3 rings, he always answers exactly after 3 rings no matter who it is. Today is no different.

“Detective Rockford” he answers professionally.

“Tim?” He turns red straight away & starts mouthing to the two other officers in the room with him working the case. He’s saying it’s you & it’s a family emergency.

“Ahhh hang on” he scurries out of the room & into his office down the corridor closing the door behind him. “Sorry still working the case, we’ve almost made a break through.” He says as he rubs his hand across his forehead. He always tried to think like the criminal to catch them & this case has pushed him a little. He’s often got home late exhausted & full of concern that that longer this person is on the loose, the harder it will be to find them.

“That’s not the only thing that needs to be considered” you say. He can hear babbling going on in the back ground. He’s worked out it’s your 5 year old & 2 year old. “How much later are you going to be tonight Tim?” You sound exasperated.

“Maybe an hour, so close, we’re so so close,” he then pauses “wait… I’m missing something, arent I?” He says. You falling silent down the other end of the phone confirms this. “Fuck! What am I missing?” His eyes scrunch up in anger, that he’s got caught up in his work once again. You knew being Mrs Rockford would come with moments like this, but recently it’s becoming more frequent.

“It’s 5pm at the moment, we are meant to all be meeting Santa at the North Pole Grotto at 6:30pm” you say calmly down the phone. You know annoying him by going I told you to set a reminder when you booked it 2 months ago, will piss him off. “I understand though Tim, this is a huge case. It will make our town safe. I can call them up & push it to next week if I do it in the…” Tim then hears your 5 year old son start singing jingle bells in the back ground. He knows he’s probably in his light up raindeer jumper & is so excited to see Santa tonight.

“No, you have to go. I’ll try & get there. I’m sure I’ve got the address, I’ll do my best”

“Tim I can…”

“No I can hear Jason singing in the background, don’t break his heart, I’ll make it up to him & Grace & you, especially you.” He looks at his watch. He can do this. He’s then disturbed as someone taps on the glass of his door. “Baby I gotta go, but promise me you’ll take the kids okay, even if I have to then come back to work, I’ll do my best”

“Tim I…”

“Promise me” he used his moody interrogation voice. That’s how you met. You had been a witness to a crime & he talked to you at the police station. He got no new clues out of you, but you left your number in case he needed to ask you anything else. 3 weeks later, you were handcuffed to his bed, screaming Tim’s name as he licked every inch of your pussy. His face glistening as he told you how good you tasted before he ravaged you for the next 2 days. Even detective Rockford through a sicky to pleasure his new girlfriend. That was almost 8 years ago. You knew what you were getting yourself into by having a relationship with someone like him, both work wise & sexually.

“Okay detective” you say & then sigh. He doesn’t even say bye down the phone, clearly somethings come up. You say to the beeping cancel tone “I love you baby” before Jason starts jumping about to the next Christmas song.

*

You are sat in the ‘north pole’ bouncing Grace on your lap who looks adorable in her snowman outfit. Jason is busy saying exactly what he wants Santa to get him.

“A rocket ship, lego, slime, chocolate, more chocolate…” the list keeps going.

“Yea Jason. Santa will see us in a second. He’s got lots of people to see. I think you just need to pick 3 items for today.” You say & he sits down next to you.

“What do you want for Christmas Mummy?” He asks. You had no idea your son was so thoughtful. The look on his face is genuine. He really wants to know.

“For you & your sister to have the best Christmas” you say & wrap your arms around him. His hug is pure love, the only kind of love a 5 year old can give.

“Oooh im not sure I can wrap that up, what can I actually get you?” Jason hugs you. You know what you really want but you know Jason can’t get it for you. You go to answer with something trivial, but your then interupted by a teenager dressed as an Elf.

“The Rockfords?” You stand up & go to speak.

“Yep that’s us” an echoing voice comes from down the corridor. Tim is lightly jogging your way & the beam on your face can’t be denied.

“Daddy!” Tim scopes Jason up into his arms.

“Hey sport” he gives his boy a big kiss & ruffles Graces hair as she’s almost asleep on you. “Couldn’t miss this for the world” he kisses your cheek & you turn as red as a robins breast. Tim is still in his full detective gear. Holsters & everything. It’s giving you flash backs to some previous role play. He’s previously just left his tie & the holsters on while he’s fucked you & fake interrogated you in bed. The last time he did it, he growled just before his point of climax are you on birth control, you screamed no. You didn’t know Tim had a breeding kink until that moment as he went oh we’re gonna make this stick then. He fucked you all night, even when you woke up in the morning. He was late for work that’s day & you walked slowly for a week. The man delivered though, 9 months later Grace was born.

“I’m glad you made it baby” you say to him as you enter the first room & you are both offered a mince pie. Tim bites into his & his face lights up even more.

“Oooh this tastes good, I haven’t eaten since breakfast” he says & after you’ve had a small bite of yours, you offer it to him. There’s no point rolling your eyes at Tim not eating, his job means he sometimes doesn’t stop for hours. “Thanks beautiful” he says.

You’re then asked if you’d all like to stand infront of a fake fire for a family photo. Usually Tim hates this but he sees Jason get ready to pose & smile.

“Oooh absolutely” a few sensible & also funny family photos are taken in front of the fire & you know by the time you are done with Santa, you will have the jpegs emailed across to print off at home. Tim smiles genuinely in every single photograph. It makes butterflies flutter in your stomach. Those eyes that made you fall for him, dazing in the fake fire light. So warm cozy & loving much like his hugs on a cold winters night. He sees you look & looks back into your own soft blue eyes. “Hello you” he whispers. He can see the love reflecting back to him. His hand slowly fits in yours. So large but soft. The way his thumb goes across your knuckles to start with arouses you.

“Are you all ready to meet Santa?” the elf says, bring you both back to reality.

“Yes” Jason shouts. You & Tim both nod. You’re just happy to see Tim enjoying a family moment & forgetting about work stress.

“Well let’s go” The elf lifts up the icicle beaded curtain & Jason bounds in & you & then Tim follow.

There sits Santa. On his big red chair. A large tree, 3 large sacks of gifts & a few toys on the floor. It’s in a cabin setting. Jason doesn’t move, hes star struck.

“Go on Jason” you say & he then grabs Tim’s leg feeling a little shy.

“Hohoho is that Jason Rockford?” Santa asks in his deep voice. Jason nods, but still hangs onto daddy. “& that then must be mummy & daddy & is that your little sister Grace?” He asks, rubbing his belly. His beard is magnificently white & the suit is cherry red. You knew there was a reason why people booked up this Santa experience.

“How do you know my sisters name?” Jason asks suspiciously.

“It’s my job to know everyone’s name” Santa laughs “especially those on the nice list” Jason still hasn’t budged from Tim. Tim then gets down to his knees & looks at his son.

“Come on Jason, it’s only Santa, he wants to talk to you” he gestures. Jason still says nothing, not moving, standing firm. “Didn’t you want to tell him what was on your Christmas list, you told mummy earlier didn’t you.” Jason then shakes his head. Seeing Santa might have been what he’s wanted for the last 3 weeks but a 5 year old can’t process all those emotions. “Then tell me, tell daddy.”

“Chocolate” Jason says quietly.

“Sorry sport, speak up I missed that”

“More chocolate”

“Oooh chocolate I love chocolate” Santa Ho Ho Hos again & leans into a box,” i like Milky Way”

“That’s my fave too” Jason turns his head & he sees Santa holding one. In a flash Jason is no longer star struck or shy. He is on Santas knee, telling him about his gifts he’s like & what he thinks Grace wants & the elf’s take photos.

“He’s forward like his mum” Tim whispers in your ear as you hand Grace over for the kids to have their own Santa photo.

“& shy to start with like his dad, but then once your out of the shell” you smile at him.

“Thought you like me being outgoing and adventurous” Tim says. He then does that thing with his hand, the way he rubs it around his neck always has you pining, you have no idea why, it just does.

“I want any version of you my love” you then see Santa start to wrap it up the fun.

“Now here’s a small gift” he starts & he hands one to Jason & one to you for Grace as Tim picks her up.” To keep you going until Christmas night okay”

“Wow really, thanks Santa” Jason hugs him & we thank him too.

“Don’t forget to put your Christmas wishes in the box on your way out. Ho Ho Ho & Merry Christmas” he says & your family leave the room.

You look at the wish box & get Jason to write his down & you do one for Grace. But then you see Tim with a piece of paper.

“Baby what are you…”

“You need to do one too” he says as take a photo of his before he drops his in the box “otherwise your Christmas wish won’t come true” you smile & do the same.

“Okay Tim” after dropping your wish into the box, you leave as a family & Tim helps you get the kids in the car, once you get to the car park.

“Are you coming home” you ask being hopeful.

“No I’m not, I have to go back, I’ve got a murderer interview to conduct.”

“You found them”you say excitedly.

“Yes, the team left to arrest him while I’ve been here, but I promise to not be too late okay” you can tell by the looks of it in his eyes that he wants to do nothing more than follow you & the kids home right now. Both will be sound asleep before he gets home tonight, there’s even a chance you might be.

“It’s okay baby, I get It” you smile & go to open your car door but he blocks you getting into it. Your eyes connect & the kiss Tim gives is sweet & soft & your gloved hands graze his beard. You don’t want this kiss to end. He looks full of both sorrow & love as the kiss breaks.

“I love you” Tim says & he traces his thumb across your lips & leaves you standing by the car as he walks off to go get in his.

*

Christmas Day madness has happened & you get into bed in your new pink fleece snoopy pyjamas that you got for Christmas. The clean up can start tomorrow. Your parents have agreed to get up if the kids are an issue tonight. In walks Tim into the bedroom in his dark blue pinstripe Pyjamas & he gets under the duvet with you & kisses your cheek.

“I’ve got 1 more Christmas gift for you baby & I think you have one for me”he says with a mischievous look in his eyes.

“Tim you know that we were always going to have…”

“No no nope, im not talking about sex” he says & he grabs his phone. “I want to show you what my Christmas wish was that I asked Santa for.” Your eyes dilate. You’d forgotten you did that on the evening you met Santa but now you’re excited to see what his was & to share yours.

“Really Tim?” You say excitedly & move close to him under the duvet. Your hand goes for his groin automatically, you know full well that sex is also on the cards, as you slip your hand beneath his bottoms. He lets out a small deep moan & you’re not just hot due to your new fluffy sleep wear. You want your husband, & he wants his wife.

“Y…ye…oooh yes” he says. You’re not sure if that’s a reaponse to sharing or your hand working his length or both, but the way his eyebrows twitch & the more breathing he does you think it’s more from arousal. He then grabs your hand & takes it away. “I don’t want to cum already” he mumbles & pulls you in so your head rests on his top. Such a firm chest & the broadest shoulders tower above you.

He scrolls through his photos.

“Your not worried you wish won’t come true baby”

“Ooh sweetheart” Tim kisses your forehead “it’s Christmas it’s a time for miracles” he says cockily.

“Did you just try & be Hans Gruber?” You ask & you both giggle.

“Guilty as charged” he says & then he flips his phone around & you look at what he wrote on the piece of paper. Your eyes well up.

For my families love & understanding everyday, not just at Christmas.

Your arms fling around his neck & you kiss him hard. So deep so passionate so intense.

“You’ve always had that Tim”

“I know, I just sometimes take it for granted” the way his hand strokes your hair sends a sensation down your spine. His lips are soft as the keep making contact with yours.

“Do you…”

“After this” he moans as he reaches the hem of your fleece top, always a man who knows what he wants. A man who gets results. He might not be in his detective gear right now, but it wasn’t the detective fantasy you fell in love with 8 years ago. It was those big eyes, that smoulder, the messy hair, the deep sexual voice, those large hands that make your body do extraordinary things. You love Tim Rockford, he never had to be a detective to get you in bed, although now that is sometimes useful.

Your pyjamas are off before his & he kisses your tummy. Your stretch marks always get the first kisses just before he slips inside you. You still don’t like them & always gasp when he kisses them.

“There’s nothing sexier than these baby, they made the two best things in my life, be proud” his top has gone & his bottoms follow quickly. His long length dripping already. You’re so aroused that you know you won’t need lube tonight. The way his hands caress your hips as he goes between your legs. You feel the tip tease your clit & the moan you let out has Tim licking his lip.”okay maybe that noise is, make that noise again” he breaches you. He’s not fully in but it has you hand clutching the pillow. He always makes you stretch. He likes to go in slowly & sensually. You oblige & moan again. “That’s my good girl, you’re on my nice list” the next rock he’s almost fully inside. You’re already clamping around him. He feels so good.

“a nice list?” You stutter.

“Yes” the next thrust he’s completely inside you & you cry his name. “You are such a good girl except when it comes to sex, then your naughty but you do that to make me happy” he raises his eyebrows as his next thrusts hits the soft spot. The one that makes you see starts. You close your eyes, pleasure taking over as he slowly rocks into you & your body responds enjoying each movement. Your eyes open after an extraordinary kiss. He feels even deeper inside you tonight. You’re extra sensitive to each graze inside your core.

He lowers himself so he’s all but lying on top of you. Just hoovering slightly. His hands grab either side of the pillow by your head. You lift your hands up & hold his face, & look directly into his eyes. The sweat glistening off his head. His body moving in a rhythm that’s unmatched. It makes you purr.

“Baby”

“Oooh baby”

It’s intense staring into each others eyes. The way he works his hips. Your friction against him has you whimpering.

“Ooooh yes yes yes yes don’t stop, keep going oooh fuck” your heart races.

“Oooh you like that, fuck you do” those massive brown eyes are the largest you’ve ever seen. He’s lost in his lust & desire for you. That turns you on even more.

“Tim oh Tim. Yes Tim”

“You take me so well baby” one of the hands stops gripping the pillow & lightly goes around your neck. Each thrust deep. It hits the spot without fail. You feel extraordinarily sexy as his grinds his teeth. The beads of sweat drip onto your chest.

“Keep going im so close” you just about get the words out. His grip tightens & you start gasping & he is pulsing. You’re sure the bed is creaking. You’re hoping no one can hear your collective moans.

“You wanna cum?” Tim growls as his other hand tugs at your hair. “Do you think you’ve earnt it? Do you want to drench me? Make me spill inside you?” you love it when he gets in the zone & starts using his menacing voice. Criminals cave in for this tone but you squirt when he gets it right. What brings nightmares for others makes you orgasm.

“Ye yea…. Yess”

“If I cum your gonna keep me warm, your going to sleep all night with my hard throbbing cock buried inside you. We’re gonna stimulate you so you stay wet & I stay hard. You’re gonna be cock drunk when you wake up on Boxing Day, my naughty wife.” You hear these words escape Tim’s mouth but they don’t make sense. You’ve lost all cognitive thoughts. Your about to scream so that everyone knows your husband has satisfied you. “Cum baby, cum for your hubby”

The way you scream Tim’s name is deep & low, because you are almost speechless. You gush & drench his length as he keeps going inside you. Even if you weren’t speechless, nothing could describe what you’re experiencing right now.

“Yes baby, that’s my girl, oooh fuck oooh god oooh yesssss” Tim screams. His hand squeezes once more around your neck, his sperm flows inside you, filling you up. His body also juddering, from the extreme pleasure. He sharply let’s go of your neck & you gasp for as much air as you can in 3 seconds before your mouth is occupied with his. Your bodies roll you both out of your highs, slow rocks to calm you down. His hands are in your hair & on your breasts. Yours are also in his hair & stroking that small little patch he has in his beard, your favourite place for cheeky kisses. Eventually your bodies do stop rocking & your collective panting goes quiet. There is a squelching noice from his penis still semi hard inside your.

“Baby” you eventually say & flutter your eyes open.

“Ooh baby in deed” he goes to roll off you & then remembers his promise. You moan slightly as he withdraws but he is swiftly back inside you semi hard, being your big spoon. Even like this he feels good inside you. Cock warming is often something you do as you fall asleep after sex.

“Was that the best Christmas gift?”Tim whispers.

“Well it’s either that or the watch?” You giggle as he moves your hair to the side to kiss your neck. Such small soft little pecks.

“See we can make everyone’s Christmas wish come true” he says. “Hang on you never showed me what you asked santa for”

“Did I not?”

“No we got so into the moment after my reveal that we forgot”

“Hmmm”you reach your arm out & grab your phone. A smile comes across your face. “Promise to not over react?” You say with a little snigger.

“Baby what could…” Tim then looks & the photo on the phone startled. He takes it from you & stares at it. He then throws it down the end of the bed. His hands trail down your body as harder kisses fill your neck & cheek. “Seriously?” You nod “but today? How?” He’s really shocked.

“I was in charge” you smile & turn your head around so his lips can find yours.

“My cleaver girl”

You slowly both nod off to sleep exhausted, his cock still inside you, the kisses eventually stop. His hand also stops rubbing his most favourite place of all. Eventually your phone screen turns off. Your wish was always going to be true.

For Jason & Grace to love their new sibling, who should be here come August.

#pedro pascal #fanfic #my fics #smutt #no minors #over18 #pedro pascal cinematic universe #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal character fanfiction #pedro pascal fan fic #pedro pascal fandom #tim rockford fic #tim rockford fanfic #detective tim rockford #tim rockford #tim rockford fanfiction

[alangdorf]

Untagged ramble post about the the fic writing I’ve been doing + snippets (kind of a lot of them actually whoops) since idk if I’ll ever actually finish them let’s gooo (spoilers for said fics obvi)

Forgetting about Tsubakura’s hat when writing is my new forgetting about Vanitas’ Unversed when writing. Though in my defense I refuse to believe that their current normal outfit is what they used to wear to work because that is so many lab dress code violations including OPEN-TOED SHOES??!??!

Relatedly I had a funny moment of realization where I was like “wait I’m writing about throwing up black goop AGAIN??? What a coincidence”

Thus far I have caused one of my friends (not a len’en fan, only knows about it through my talking about it) to have TWO separate dreams about Len’en characters. I have since also had a dream about them but this friend had two before it even happened to me once (also I may have incorporated one or two aspects of said dreams into my stuff…)

I still write in my notes app with asterisks (discord markdown) for italics. I will never change and that is a promise

Btw in order the fics are: “Tsubakura makes terrible life decisions for two months straight and then Suzumi responds to them breaking up with her by faking her own death: the fic”

Followed by “The fact that there isn’t a unique ending for BPoHC Secret Team neutral route with Tsubakura as stage 6 boss has been plaguing me and I’m ‘boutta make it everyone else’s problem” (the actual current working title) (aka thinly veiled excuse for characters having sex that’s actually a thinly veiled excuse for Suzumi to explain why they did all that nonsense in the previous fic)

Then “Hamal Cine Bad End but I had to make a whole entire oc before deciding there would be anything there worth writing because if it was just Hamal and Tsubakura interacting it would be completely unreadable (featuring second person pov yet again!! So maybe it’s unreadable anyways idk)”

And finally “I couldn’t figure out how to finish that last fic satisfyingly so instead I started writing Tsubakura pov of before and after it but that means like half of it is just Hamal and Tsubakura which is what I was trying to avoid earlier whoops! The other half is logistics (actually that’s a lie the vast majority of it is logistics. What can I say I like logistics in my angst)”

Assuming Suzumi’s eye color just looks like brown to other people cause otherwise that would make the alters extremely obvious (I think zara also did this the other day ehe)

Arde should’ve been at the cluuuuub (Seriously though Arde has quickly skyrocketed into being one of my fave Len’en characters and also probably the person I feel the most bad for in at least my version of pre-canon. Like they all made bad decisions there but Arde had soooo much nonsense to deal with and extremely few viable alternatives)

I just now remembered the Japanese school year is different and I should look up what colleges typically do there

Unfortunately I cannot figure out how to google “what is the Japanese government’s procedure for reintegrating a formerly missing person into society when their kidnapping was a 37-year-old cold case (completely unrelated to the kidnapping they just escaped from) and also they’re largely made up of nanomachines or whatever now and have very advanced peripheral neuropathy and no living friends or relatives aside from this one rando who’s known them for about an hour (in the year 2050)”

Trying to make sense of Suzumi’s powers AAAAAAAAAA are the clones DIEGETIC??? Is Hooaka’s arm just gone FOREVER?? At the very least the disguise ability being Benny’s main ability would make some sense for how I’m writing them if. It’s even possible for them to turn it on and then have Arde front afterwards agh idk

Period-accurate communications tech also continues to be a completely self-inflicted thorn in my side. I’m assuming you could delete sent messages on whatever mobile messaging service Japanese young adults were using circa 2010 because I saw a post from 2017 saying you could do that on wechat and I can’t be bothered to do deeper research when it would significantly change my plot to find out otherwise

So you know how that one drawing of mine with Tsubakura and Tsurubami keeps just getting tagged as those two when it’s actually secretly suzutsuba (even moreso now that I’ve been developing Arde more lol)? That’s how I felt realizing that all my suzutsuba stuff is actually pointing to endgame yabutsuba (romantic or qpp idk idc) (also sorry ybtb fans I’m with you but I’m probably just gonna keep writing suzutsuba instead because my brain focuses on angst 100% of the time)

Semi-relatedly the aforementioned oc is named Koemi Oumura and happens to look a fair amount like Yabusame, which is presumably just a coincidence because Yabusame is the one character confirmed to not have any homeologues (extremely funny and scary fun fact), though I did come up with her name by like moving all the kanji in Yabu’s name a little to the left so lol who knows

While doing game dialogue research I ended up realizing that part of shrine team’s convo with Sanra is Tsubakura going “yeah clothes should be comfortable and unrestrictive!” and I was like “whoops… just gonna partially ignore that cause I’ve already been hcing the fact that you bind sometimes lol sorry”

Hamal gives herself biological immortality which is brought up only as a one-liner gag

Also I hope the way I write her dialogue isn’t like, too annoying. I cannot be bothered to copy paste unicode eighth notes wait a second I have a Japanese keyboard??! Oh well; still can’t be bothered so I’m just working with tildes and hearts. My friend tried to express which Len’en character showed up in its dream by saying “which suzumi is the ~ one. that one”

Ok time for assorted snippets (all mixed up just to keep ya guessing, though they also feel a little poetic in this arrangement. Mostly from the first fic since that’s the one I most want to post [and also the only one that’s T instead of M]) and then the sex stuff will be quarantined afterwards

Tsubakura pulls out their phone and sinks to the ground, breathing heavily (partially from the exertion). They look through their contacts. Yabusame is missing yet again. Haltingly, they punch in her number (they have it memorized, they triple-checked that they had it memorized just yesterday) and hit dial.

They start talking as soon as it picks up. “Yabu, I know I told you to let me handle things on my own for now, but I… I changed my mind; I need help, I-I don’t know what to do—”

The voice that interrupts them is not Yabusame’s, but they’d still recognize it anywhere. “Oh! Hello~! Expecting someone else, were we? Silly Tsuba~<3”

Tsubakura hangs up abruptly and just. Sits there. After a few minutes they check their phone to confirm, but it’s obvious that the number they have in their head is Suzumi’s. In fact, every number they have saved to their contacts is Suzumi’s. They don’t even bother with trying to remember their friends’ street addresses; they just hope she at least left them the route to the lab.

So. The message is abundantly clear. They’re alone in this. (And if the reason they’re late to work that day is because they curled up next to a dumpster and cried until they got scared she might come outside looking for them, well, that’s nobody’s business but their own.)

“The old Suzumi never quite worked up the courage to tell you all of this, but they really looked up to you, y’know? She was awestruck from the day you met. Renowned prodigy Tsubakura Enraku, this kid who was so smart, and educated, and accomplished, and cool, and attractive, and self-assured, and not even any older than she was? Who not only accepted her affections, but reciprocated them? Invited her to live with them? Ohh, she put you on a pedestal a mile high~! Gave them quite the inferiority complex, you did~ And then—“

“Don’t,” Tsubakura breathes, but she’s not done saying her piece yet.

“—The Accident happened. And what did you do? You blamed everything on her to save you own skin. While she was in the hospital, even! You betrayed her.”

“But that wasn’t—”

Hamee clamps a hand over their mouth and clucks her tongue disapprovingly. “It doesn’t matter what you thought you were doing. You’re smarter than that, Tsu~ba~ku~ra~. You know what it would’ve looked like. Felt like. And you certainly didn’t try to clear up any misconceptions with the higher-ups afterwards, did you~?”

Tsubakura looks mortified. It’s a good look on them.

Hamee chuckles and skims her hand down to the center of their chest. “And it broke Suzumi’s poor li’l heart~</3 Well, specifically Ardey’s, at that point. All her monumental faith in you just crumbled to dust. She’s wanted nothing more than good old-fashioned revenge on you ever since.”

…

Ardey’s silence in their head is palpable.

What? No pithy comments this time~?

Don’t talk to me right now.

If you say so~

Tsubakura’s heartbeat feels like a hummingbird caught beneath her fingertips, but they put on their best brave face. “And? What about you, Ha- whatever you said your name was. What exactly is your deal supposed to be?”

“Oh, me? Pretty little Hamee~? Well…” She gently cradles their head in her hands and leans in close, smiling serenely. Their already barely-stoic facade cracks just from that. “I never stopped seeing you as that beautiful, perfect genius that Suzumi idolized so! I still keep you up on that pedestal, Tsubakura-sama~<3 And all I want to do…” She whispers the last part in their ear like a catty schoolgirl telling a mean joke. “…is drag you down from it. Until you’re just as sad and broken as the rest of us~ Forever and ever <3”

And suddenly Hamal is there (still pretty hot, admittedly, but the effect is mitigated significantly by literally everything else about her), smiling without a care in the world, cupping Tsubakura’s face delicately in her hands like she isn’t currently out in a thunderstorm with a pistol tucked into her waistband, about to actually kill someone (specifically, YOU!!!) just to torment them. “Ohh, Tsubakura-sama… did you really think you could ever escape me~?”

When they tune back in to the present, Yabusame’s talking again. “—and a little while after you hung up, you sent me a photo of a handwritten note, and I didn’t really understand it, ‘cause the handwriting was weird and I think I didn’t know some of the kanji, but before I could ask you what that was all about, you deleted it, and none of my messages or calls have gone through since then!”

Tsubakura looks up from where they’ve been reflexively clutching at their head to see Yabusame standing over them all concerned, hands still out like she wants to touch them but can’t. (Right; she doesn’t know where they’re injured. They’re not 100% sure themself.) Mechanically, they reach down to grab their phone from their pocket and check it over. Nothing out of the ordinary except that there’s no trace of last night’s call, and Yabusame’s number is blocked and deleted from their contacts, which they quickly rectify. “Issue was on my end. Should go through now.”

“Okayyyyy…” Yabusame pouts, and then draws back a little and fidgets nervously. “Y’know, I checked for you here and at your favorite bar, and when you weren’t either of those places, I thought reeeeally hard about checking your apartment, but you said that if I ever popped into your apartment without an invitation again, you’d string me up by my ankles!” They briefly do an impression of Tsubakura lecturing them before getting even more subdued. “And, I figured, if you were at home, and Suzumi was there, ‘cause they’re always at home these days, that either Suzumi could fix the problem, or maybe Suzumi was the problem, and I was worried that me showing up maybe would’ve. Made it worse.” She tilts her head and looks at them imploringly, the platonic ideal of puppy-dog eyes. “Was that stupid of me?”

(There’s very little point in attempting anything else, even if they were able to; it all leads to the same outcome. She loves them when they struggle against her. She loves them when they love her back. She loves them when they give up entirely. She loves every single aspect of them. She loves the very concept of them. There’s nothing they could do that could possibly dissuade her. There’s no way to win anymore.)

Hoojiro’s brows knit together, but she doesn’t make any sort of remark about the strangeness of their behavior just yet, instead holding out their phone, which she must’ve retrieved from wherever it was they’d flung it last night. Or this morning, technically. Who cares. “Your phone. It sounds like Su-somebody’s calling?” She’s clearly trying to be delicate, but it’s on silent. She must’ve looked at the screen. She knows who it is.

Tsubakura deflates back into their chair, taking the phone only to drop it face-down on the table in front of them. (They don’t want to risk declining the call; that would just tell her that they’re awake and paying attention.) The jig is pretty much up anyway, so they bury their face in their arms and groan. They’re so tired. “Yeah, tell me something I don’t know…”

Hoojiro shuffles and hesitates before addressing the elephant in the room. “Doctor, I… you claimed it was just an accident that you fell asleep here the other night, and when I left yesterday you told me you’d make sure to go home, but you clearly didn’t, and now it looks to me like your girlfriend has been unsuccessfully trying to contact you, so I guess what I mean to say is… How long have you been here? Really.”

Tsubakura groans again in response.

“Doctor,” Hoojiro admonishes.

“Shitodo,” they reply in a similar tone.

She sighs. “Tsubakura…”

They peek out at her guiltily. “…..Four days. I think.”

With the short hair, loose-fitting hospital clothes, and useless blackened limbs, they’re hardly recognizable as Tsubakura Enraku, genius prodigy, groundbreaking scientist, honorary Senri priest. But that person was killed decades ago along with everyone else (and thousands more times afterward for good measure), and all they are now is a lingering ghost left trapped in their own decaying corpse. Or maybe, if you just focus on the wan face, the dark, sunken eyes, they look like the exact same clinically depressed and perpetually exhausted Tsubakura Enraku that they’ve always been, just currently lacking any work or leisure or alcohol in which to drown themself so they can forget about the absurd tragedy that is their life. Hard to say; they’re kinda mixing their metaphors here.

“The angry one is called Ardey. Most of our ~trysts~ in the past have actually been with her fronting, but she decided it would be more practical to just straight-up kill you after you stopped wanting to have anything to do with us. Soooo she’s trying to pretend like she isn’t watching right now, teehee <3”

HEY.

“She says hi~!”

I DO NOT. SHUT UP.

Ok, this is all very. Beside the point. The point being that Tsubakura woke up to their girlfriend smothering them with a pillow. They attempt to calm down and take a deep breath, neither of which is made easier by Suzumi’s weight on their stomach. “So… uhh… did you just try to kill me?”

Suzumi laughs airily, but with an ever-so-slightly nervous edge. “Ohh, ‘kill’ is such a strong word…” She trails a finger down the underside of their jaw. “Really, what’s a little bit of suffocation between friends~?” She continues down their throat and traces along their collarbones. “If it helps, it was just a… mood swing thing. Shouldn’t happen again. I like making you squirm a liiittle too much to actually want to get rid of you~” She hooks the finger on the collar of their shirt and tugs.

“You’re trying to distract me now, aren’t you.” It’s hardly a question.

“Is it working?” Suzumi deadpans.

They should probably be more concerned, and will definitely start sleeping on the couch after this, but for now, Tsubakura swallows and makes a decision that is… not one of their smarter ones, to be honest. Whatever. Blame the oxygen deprivation, if you must.

“Well. You could be trying harder.”

“I always took you for granted, because I’m a black hole of a human being that just takes and takes and takes until there’s nothing left. I don’t know if there’s even any of the real you left in there, Suzumi. So:”

Tsubakura sinks down to one knee and reaches up a hand, their dark eyes as unreadable as ever. Hamee feels their heart skip a beat at the sight, but for all the wrong reasons. She won’t lie and claim that she hasn’t fantasized about setting up a scenario like this someday, buying a white dress and a real tux and rubbing in her victory over them with the “‘til death do us part”s and all that, but not like this. Not on their terms; not with them real and in the flesh and kneeling right here in front of her, acting out something that could’ve happened years ago if they’d been either a whole lot better for each other or just a little more stupid, but asking for a knife to the jugular rather than an “I do”. Everything about this is wrong.

“I’m giving myself to you,” Tsubakura says. “Will you take me?”

The police haven’t even bothered to get back to them about pressing charges (a laughable attempt, they know, but they had to try something) by the time Tsubakura’s old apartment goes up in flames, and the obituary of Suzumi Kuzu gets printed in the papers, accompanied by the awkward university ID photo of somebody they maybe loved, once. Just making it official that that person is long gone, they suppose.

(But they don’t believe she’s dead for even a second.)

Sex stuff is down here

They just keep having sex. It just keeps happening. I’m aroace-spec and actively religious; how did I get here? Where am I?? Hello????

The number of sex scenes I am writing around is absolutely crazy given that like. I literally can’t even bring myself to use the word “butt”. Tsubakura is mostly naked about half the time. I am matrix dodging specifics out here (to be clear all intercourse is either before/after the parts that I’m actually writing or it’s vaguely skipped over. Even if I wasn’t holding myself to particular language standards I’m always in it more for the emotional part of it and don’t care for the explicit sex stuff so everything I write should be M at most)

I am extremely aware that Hamal Cine Bad End is a lot (and definitely an extreme canon divergence; like perfect storm of things going wrong, Arde and Benet would have to be out of the picture, Hamal would need to get like 10000% less impulsive) and I’m very nervous about sharing any of it at all!! Uhhhhh what else to say about it… I’m trying not to be too gratuitous? The one actual beat-by-beat scene I have any plans for atm is much more focused on the psychological/torture aspects once it flips into gear (not particularly gory either)? Hopefully I’m handling it well? Idk I just hope if I do end up posting it that my writing speaks for itself. Stands on its own. Or whatever like you know what I mean

Ok moving on so you remember that first fic I was writing a few months ago and then abandoned? That fic was funny cause the whole idea I was going off of was using marriage as a metaphor for getting murdered (second to last snippet is a surprise cameo from that heehee; I couldn’t figure out how to write into it in a way that would make sense though) and if I ever published that one I would definitely have needed to put out a disclaimer that’s like “Yes I am happily married, yes I am aroace, yes I am only interested in super toxic shipping; I contain multitudes” (also no ace discourse please; despite the fact I could pass for allo in some ways I still choose to identify as aroace because my aro/asexuality affects a lot of areas of my life even if it’s not that visible to others)

Unsure whether my friends are making fun of me for getting my sex ed from wikipedia but like, how else am I supposed to learn about bdsm and gay sex; ask my mom?? I don’t even ask her about straight sex!

Hopefully it’s very clear when I’m writing stuff that isn’t supposed to be healthy? I watched some video essays on fifty shades and other bad romance novels for fun recently and hoo boy!! That’s certainly something to avoid. I also finally finished reading through Lolita (read the first half in like middle school or smthn) and I felt like that was a good lesson in how to write obviously abusive relationships and also how to avoid writing sex scenes. (Also that was the first real book I’ve read in a whiiiile lol) (I also finished reading a certain manhwa I half-read years ago, mostly out of morbid curiosity cause the wiki was very vague on how it ended. Didn’t really glean anything immediately helpful from that and there was way more sex and nudity than I remembered; kinda regret it)

I know I mentioned a while ago that I was projecting somewhat onto Suzumi but just to be clear I’m definitely also projecting onto Tsubakura. Sorry for giving them all my sexual preferences (and one very specific fairly minor parental trauma); it will happen again (that’s me on the left; I haven’t changed my pfp to reflect my current sona) (don’t mind the koala)

#suggestive #but just at the bottom (ha)

[szynkaaa]

What are your thoughts when you see mutuals of yours using AI in their binds? I'm not defending afb at all, I think what they did and their attitude is vile, but why don't a lot of binders on instagram hold the same attitude towards AI and programs like midjourney? From my understanding, it's the same concept. It's still theft. These programs steal from artists without permission for the AI database. I've even seen someone using AI to edit a piece (avendell's art from grayscale to colored), which is as horrible as editing someone's typeset. I guess I'm just frustrated as an artist when I see such pretty books only to find out AI was used in the endpapers or dustjacket, and then see their friends cheering them on in the comments :/ It is so harmful to the art community, yet I feel like I can't speak up because many binders support it. I'd appreciate your thoughts on this though as a fellow artist

Hi! This is a very interesting ask and something I have been pondering for some time now but never really had the chance to put into words, so I will try me best to do it here :)

Disclaimer: those are my thoughts and observations about AI being used in book binds since I started binding almost 6 months ago. Please keep in mind this is just how * I * personally have decided to deal with my mutual using AI for their binds. I am not telling anyone that they should do or feel the same way as I do, each person has their own way to handle it. 

Short answer: Have spoken up about this before, which you can find in a post here and also on my IG story, there is a highlight called “no AI”. This is mostly from when I first started binding. I think my tone there is a bit more aggressive because there were just a lot of penned-up frustrations LOL, but most of the things I said there I still stand by them. 

Long answer under cut:

I’m an artist and have been drawing for 13 years now, and mostly hang out in the creative / artist sphere of the fandom sides online. Most artists do not support AI, and it has been incredibly frustrating to see how AI has just made life so much harder, from getting accused of using AI even though no AI is used, to seeing companies hiring artists who have also made a switch to AI and also support it, to Etsy sellers selling AI art on mugs and what not. 

I was in the exact same spot as you when I was doing my social media research on how to get started with bookbinding, and spent a lot of time scrolling through other binders instagram accounts to see what they have made. I am in awe of what they can make because like every craft, it takes money and time and practice to get really good at it and I have seen so so so so many pretty books, but then also quite shocked at how most binders view on AI art differs so much from the art community. AI is used for typesets and endpapers and dust jacket, and scrolling through the comment sections, there was no one speaking out against AI art (or some did and got snarky replies or comments were straight deleted). This did discourage me at first from taking up a new hobby and being an active part of the community. I should add here though that no one has to make their hobby public and post everything they make. Personally, for me, I don’t have any IRL friends to talk about bookbinding or, and I’m also an introvert, so meeting and making new friends online to chat about hobbies is the best way for me to go. Also I just like sharing my work, I’ve put so many hours and time into it, why shouldn’t I get to show it off. 

In the end, I have decided to make a book-binding account and be part of the fun and honestly, I don’t regret it. Everyone is super welcoming and will help you with any questions you have, I have made many great new friends and exchanged a few binds with people from across the pond. 

And yes, some of those friends and mutual binders use AI for their book binds, I’ve had discussions with them about it, where everyone gave their input and thoughts on the topic in a respectful, mature, and civil conversation. Opinions are split on the topic in the binding community, this is what I have observed and gathered from my binding journey so far: 

some people don’t know much about AI art or how it works, hence they decide not to touch it. 

Some didn’t know how AI worked, dabbled with it, read up on and decided not to use it anymore. 

Some have done extensive research on it with arguments from both artists and tech side, and then made a decision based on that 

Some see MJ as another tool like Canva to make graphics or whatever for your bind. 

Many binders use AI for their binds, because no money is made from it. It is (mostly) personal use, either for themselves or to gift away to friends.

One should always be transparent about whether MJ (midjourney) was used in their binds or not, to give people the choice to decide if they want to interact and support something with something that uses AI or not

Not all artists reply DM requests for permission to use their art for personal binds, or the art style / concept they have in their mind exists, so they resort to MJ as a quick solution

Not everyone has the money to commission artists, and especially for commissioned book binds, the prices for commercial art are not something everyone can afford.

The gist I got from the instagram binders (I don’t want to muddle them with AFB binders), is that they will try to use artist’s art with permission as much as they can, but roadblocks like the ones mentioned above happen and make them resort to MJ

Some artists do no want to be associated with AI at all so when they see that binders have used MJ for their binds before, they will not permit them to use their art

Some artists have spoken out against AI and talked with binders about the AI, but still take commissions / collab / trade with binders that have MJ works on their account 

I see more artists permitting binders to use their art for binds than rejecting the request even though some of those binders used MJ in their binds. I do believe that most artists do a quick social media check and see what exactly their work is being used for before answering

Some binders are not fully active on IG anymore because they see so many AI being used 

Many binders are still supporting artists in different ways such as subscribing to their patreon, donating to their ko-fi, buy their merch, share their art etc.

If given the chance, many binders would also love to collaborate with artists on a bind together - I’ve had several reach out to me and express their interest in collaborating together which I think is great. 

About Avendell’s art being colored via AI: there is one known binder on IG that edits art without artist’s permission and we all do not like them LMFAO. All the binders I have hang out and spoken to respect artist’s boundaries and would not use their art or edit it without their permission. 

The points above-mentioned are not me trying to justify and defend the binders that use MJ/AI, it is just me listing up my observations and things I have read and heard from binders that use AI.

I can’t fault artists for charging xxx amount for commissions because they have to make a living and pay bills too, but you also can’t condemn binders for not having the spare funds to commission artists because they also have bills to pay and groceries to buy. 

So on the one hand, if I put myself in the binder's shoes, I do understand the appeal of MJ and understand to a certain extent why they use MJ for their personal works, no money is made etc etc etc. On the other hand, it’s AI/MJ and as an artist myself it is frustrating to see AI on my dashboard and until there is a more ethical way to use AI, the law has updated on the usage and the artists whose work were used to train the machines without their consent, I will not support AI. 

AI art aside; binding books - especially a whole fanfic from scratch - requires so many other skills and labors put into making a book that also takes a long time and money invested to get better at. There is so much love and creativity put into a bind, and it amazes me what people can come up with that you most likely will never see in any mass production because it is a one-of-a-kind book. There are binders who have spent money purchasing stock image and font license for their personal binds, and will make sure they are respecting fanfic authors wishes and boundaries. For that, they have my admiration and respect and support and I am very happy to be still part of the community. I don’t think I need to get into how disrespectful the AFB Admin’s tone is in the overall post on top of them seemingly flipping off every one that is trying to have a civil conversation on the topic of sharing typesets without permission, editing art and straight up hold a best-copy-contest  in a “”Private”” group that accepts pretty much any application and has over 6k members. 

I don’t support AI, but I am very grateful that I have been welcomed very openly into a new community even though I have expressed freely in my public instagram account and on discord servers my disdain for AI. If I see my friends and mutual doing a bind where MJ is used, I simply don’t interact with the post, will not comment and share it in my stories, and move on. I personally don’t have the energy to comment and educate binders in comment sections for using MJ. I am friends with binders that use MJ, despite our different views on it, I have also blocked binders on insta because I do not agree with some of the things they said about AI and artists. And if binders do not want to interact with me because I don’t wanna support binds with AI - or artists do not want to talk to me anymore because I am friends and mutuals with MJ users, that’s fine too. I don't wanna get too caught up in the us (artist) against AI war, I wanna enjoy my new hobby and make pretty books.

I have been trying to incorporate more art that I draw myself into my binds and sharing WIPs and timelapses of the process, and I do hope that in some way this may help other binders also want to give digital art a go. 

At the end of the day, it’s up to each individual both binders and artists how they wanna deal with MJ being used on binds and how they are gonna interact with it. I’ve decided for myself that I do not want to let my view completely stop me from enjoying what has been a wonderful community experience so far.

#ask box #egg fried penguin #book binding #bookbinding

[liauditore]

Hi I’m love anon revenge to the fact that Tubby got a hate anon (they will learn their hate only makes me more powerful)

God your art is stunning, I’ve been wanting to say this for a bit because oh my god it is beautiful. I can’t quite explain what it is about but it’s one of my favourite art styles I’ve ever seen. My favourite price of yours is probably the one of Scott’s hand holding Jimmy’s head while his nose is bleeding (hopefully that description makes sense). I don’t know how you did it but I feel genuine fear just looking at that piece the emotion is so well done. Also I love the general shininess of your art I’m not sure what exactly that means but it is so captivating I love it.

Also the piece with Pearl and Jimmy is so cool the way you use artsyles to communicate ideas is so creative and it works so well

Also you reblog so much cool stuff that I love seeing and I think it’s so cool that you show love not only to the source material you love but also to other fans and artists. I love seeing people support other creators and create friendships and bonds with people who love the same things as them. It’s beautiful and so human

HI ANON???? sorry for taking so long to respond I had this open for hours just kinda staring at it and melting into a puddle i hkhkfdhklhfdhhhhhlljf. me pictured below staring at my inbox for 6 hours straight

i love the implication that you are a balancing force of nature anon.... (alas i have actually never received hate anons so i suppose i need the evil version of u to show up sometime later to bring true balance.)

I know the exact pieces you mean!! I can't express how happy it made me reading that you had like. a favourite piece of mine i just hkhdlkflhkshlfhh a lot of the times posting art online feels kinda like chucking things into the void and sometimes the void says smth back but this is more like oh shit there's been people there the whole time. there is no void there's just a bunch of guys underneath a big blanket and some of those guys are really awesome!! and some of those guys are really awesome and they like my drawings waughh

I love the life series so much I can't get over how it's been.. more than a year now that ive been obsessing over it but the fandom is so wonderful too. Even the discourse brings me joy in a weird kinda sociopathic way (idk man I just find it kind of funny/entertaining watching people argue about cubes kissing). I used to not reblog stuff on this blog at all (i kinda just assumed that's how tumblr worked) but over time my art blog got more popular and I was like.... man there's all these other cool artists that I want people to see.

I love this fandom and I love my mutuals and I love artists I follow and I love talking everyday to my friends about block people it's so awesome and cool I want to do it forever. and I love this message anon I love you!!!!! Idk what else to put here uhhhh scott smajor attack

#asks

[nyxronomicon]

Its 11 pm diavolo brain rot hour 😜

Imagine diavolo in heat but you are in the human world. He fucking misses you and haven’t seen you in weeks. He tried to jerk himself so many times but none of them ever brought him the release he needs. Hes frustrated, sweat on his forehead, hair sticking to his face, but he doesnt feel any satisfaction…. He just tried to jerk his dick the 12th tike today and its only 3 pm. He tried everything, your pictures, videos, letters, cloths, and none of it worked. He just cant cum.

At las he had enough and just took off into the human world. Its friday night when he busted his way through hell and broke out of earth’s crust. Fuck its hot. The air is 104 degrees and his heat is getting worse because if it. He vaguely remembers your description of your apartment…. Near the park…. 6 blocks Across the junction between some big shopping center and bar/grill place…

Mans is running wildly ok, people would be suspicious of him but its a friday night, bars and busy, and from the way hes stumbling to keep his dick from leaking all over it seems hes just a drunk dude tryna get home. Finally he reached your block and hes circling around it frantically to find which floor you’re on….

Hes looking, watching the cars going in and out the parking… bingo! He saw your figure in front of the open window! And fuck do you look hot, fresh from the shower, no bra, just a thin tank top. Do you know people can see that? Can humans even see that far up? Fuck it. No one care. He needs to get to you, and he cant just step into the elevator he cant wait. He needs you.

Mans is straight up climbing your apartment like a spider… but frantic. You are just chillin by the window, Netflix open, cool night breeze settling in and then—

“m-MCCCCCCC!! MC Please 😭💕😳!!!!!”

— why the fuck is Diabby hanging onto your window????? He look like he just ran a mile, he’s flustered, haggard breathing, dilated pupils, barely dragging himself inside. And then you look down and— oh. His 🍆🍆 . You think you know why he’s here.

What ever plans you had went out the window bc this man practically burrowed himself in your hug and smashed his lips into yours It might have bruised. Within seconds your flimsy PJs are torn off and his own clothing joins them on the floor. Tldr: yall did it in every position possible on every surface of you home. The sex was so intense both of yall were sore for days afterwards. Also you got 4 noise complaints and a police request to investigate “a strange man climbing a 12 story apartment”

ughhh yes yes yes!!!!

this gave me a delicious idea for a drabble friend~

NSFW 18+ content ahead, minors & ageless blogs will be blocked :)

tw: dildo mention, biting, GN reader

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After a long day at work, you sighed, returning to your apartment. You thought about the Devildom. You didn’t really miss attending class or homework, but you missed the demon brothers, your friends at Purgatory Hall, Barbatos, and of course, Diavolo. 

You’d be lying if you claimed your latest dildo purchase wasn’t just the closest thing you could find to Diavolo’s cock. You had been thinking about him a lot lately. In fact, the last few hours you spent working your mind was on him. 

You wondered if he thought about you as often when you opened the door to your apartment. You’d barely walked in before someone slammed the door shut again and pinned you against it in a ferocious kiss. You knew the taste, the scent, and most importantly, the rock hard cock pressing against your thighs through layers of fabric. You couldn’t help moan into your demon lover’s kiss, pleased he wanted this enough to visit. 

As his tongue swirled with yours, his hands wasted no time roaming your body, feeling you in all the right places. The places he missed oh so dearly.

“I’ve missed you.” He finally pulled away when you were sufficiently breathless.

“Diavolo...” Both of you were desperately trying to catch your breath. “What are you doing here?” 

His face turned red. You could feel the heat yourself he was still so close. “I’m... in heat. I couldn’t stop myself.” He hungrily kissed your neck, sloppily dragging his lips against your skin. “I need you.” You felt his fangs press against your skin in a love bite. 

“Mmh...” You arched your back. He knew how much you loved it when he bit you. “Can’t say no to that...” You forgot how well he knew your body. His fingers deftly toyed with your nipples as he kissed your neck. Your fingers tangled into his hair, holding him close.

Diavolo lifted your legs and you wrapped them around his waist. He kissed your lips as he urgently carried you to the sofa. He laid on top of you, already grinding himself against your sex, eager to enter you. 

“It’s gonna be a long night...” Diavolo said in a husky tone, his hand sliding up your thigh. 

#sorry for the abrupt stop my brain is not functional anymore #desperate needy boi diavolo so hot #god i want him to track me down and pin me against a wall he's so needy #having severe brainrot #thirsty gray #obey me diavolo

[oliverreedmasterass]

Part 5! 

A HUGE shoutout to @starcatcherkiszka​ for the fic idea! 

In case you want something to listen to while you read: ✨Summer of 69 Playlist✨

Words: 4k

Warnings: drug usage, language, nudity, Robert Plant

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8

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The tent Dave had referred to was essentially just a tarp held up by three or four large sticks that had been planted into the ground. It wasn’t much, but Jake, Josh, Sam, and Danny all gladly ducked under it to get out of the rain. They were all soaked to the bone and, as their adrenaline slowly wore off, each of them grew more uncomfortable in their soggy clothes. It was hard to fret over though, since so many people surrounded them and demanded their full attention. 

Someone passed Sam a blunt and, with a laugh, he happily took a puff, passing it over to Danny who, while he looked skeptical at first, shrugged and took a hit as well. Carlos Santana had Jake cornered, and was trying to pick his mind apart to understand where he had come up with the “Weight of Dreams” solo. 

“You’re telling me,” Carlos looked at Jake in disbelief, “that you just closed your eyes and let your fingers do the work?” 

“I can’t really read music,” Jake admitted. “It’s all by ear, I dunno, once I get a melody down, it’s pretty simple to create variations of it that I can put into a solo.” 

Carlos thought hard on Jake’s words. “I need to write this down.” 

Josh found Ravi Shankar and, like Sam had done to Joan Baez earlier, was unleashing every compliment he could think of, which Ravi Shankar reacted to with a bright smile. 

“I’m glad my music means something to you,” he told Josh. 

“Means something to me?” Josh sputtered. “That’s an understatement!” 

Dave approached Sam and Danny, who were busy laughing at how ridiculous Josh’s hair looked when it was wet, and motioned back towards the line of vans. 

“Hotels are entirely booked for the next 30 miles. You probably shouldn’t be driving in this weather, the rain’s really coming down. I’ve got a van at the edge of the field, wanna spend the night there?” 

“You’re asking us to go to your van?” Danny raised an eyebrow. “Do you have candy in there?” 

Dave looked at him strangely. “I’m not sure I follow.” 

Danny’s face dropped at the realization that his joke probably didn’t make sense to Dave. Cults were a lot bigger than kidnappings at the time, he supposed. 

“I don’t know what I’m saying, I’m sorry,” Danny tried to backtrack. “I’m tired.” 

“Then follow me!” Dave's face brightened once more as he waved for them to join him. “Arlo Guthrie’s supposed to be going on next but, shit, with the set you guys played, I’m sure you’d like to take a breather.” 

Sam and Danny couldn’t have put it better themselves. They were able to drag Jake and Josh away from their conversations and, together, they made the trek around the outskirts of the still large crowd to Dave’s van. It was a Volkswagen, and they admired the psychedelic paint job on its exterior. 

“It’s not much, but she does the job,” Dave said as he unlocked the door. “It’s gonna be crowded back there, hopefully there’s enough space for you all.” 

Dave was right that it was crowded, but none of them minded sitting on top of each other. What mattered was they were finally out of the rain, and they could dry off. It was a pain to peel off their damp clothes, but by the time Arlo Guthrie started his set, which they could just barely hear off in the distance, they had all found spots in the back of the van to settle for the night. Jake felt that it was inherently wrong to miss any of the performances, but everything was catching up to him fast. It felt like eons ago that they had been in the studio, and Jake realized that he had been going for easily over 36 hours straight without a second of sleep. It was no wonder that he felt like he couldn’t move the second he took a seat and started to rest. Josh, Danny, and Sam felt the same: within five minutes they were all fast asleep. 

Danny was the first to wake up the next morning, and he let out a deep yawn as he attempted to stretch in the compact interior of the van. He had a split second where he forgot where he was, and then felt his heart thunder in his chest at the memory of the night prior. 

“Oh my god,” he whispered to himself as images of their performance danced in front of his eyes. They had played at fucking Woodstock.  

“Hmm?” Josh hummed beside him, turning on his side so he could face Danny. 

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” Danny said in a hush. 

“It’s all good,” Josh’s voice was groggy, “I gotta piss.” 

It wasn’t graceful, but Josh managed to climb over his brothers, open the van door, and leap out into the glowing early morning sunshine to rush to a tree off in the distance. Danny watched him go, and then rubbed at his eyes a bit more. Jake and Sam were both still fast asleep even though Josh had bumped into them at least 5 times while trying to exit the vehicle. Danny watched as Jake repositioned himself, tucking his feet up towards his knees in fetal position while hugging one of Dave’s throw pillows. Beside him, Sam was a heap of hair under an impressive pile of blankets. Danny knew them both well enough that he was certain they wouldn’t be up until well-past noon. 

There was too much running through Danny’s mind to allow him to fall back asleep, so he ducked out of the van and had to take a second to admire the view in front of him. The number of people was still something he could hardly fathom, but he was also tickled by everyone’s eccentric fashion, from parachute robes like Josh was wearing to American flag pants. Danny had to hold in a laugh when he saw a man around his age walk by, entirely in the nude, carrying a sheep like a baby. 

Josh rejoined his side and watched the man pass by. 

“I kinda want to air it out,” Josh spoke. Danny turned around to face him. 

“Please don’t.” 

Josh chuckled and crossed his arms over his chest, which was rosy from their walk in the sun the day before. Danny had a bad feeling that his face was pretty flushed as well, but he tried not to fret on it much. 

“I thought I was going to wake up back in 2023,” Josh admitted. Danny was glad he wasn't the only one who had expected that. 

“Are you getting worried about how we’ll get back?” Danny asked. Josh thought about it and gave a small shrug. 

“I probably should be. I mean, I love being here in this time period but, man, we’ve got so much going for us in the future. And I don’t want to get drafted.” 

Danny’s face fell at that. He had been so caught up in the music and culture that he entirely forgot all four of them were technically eligible to be drafted into the Vietnam war. 

“Rockstars or not, they could pull an Elvis on us,” Josh continued. 

“We should probably try to find a way out of here,” Danny decided. “Or flee up to Canada.” 

“That could be nice,” Josh considered the option. “But yeah, I think let’s set our sights on 2023.” 

“Any ideas about how we get back?” 

“That’s the tricky part,” Josh tapped his chin. “I still really don’t understand how we got here in the first place. Usually with time travel in the movies there’s some kind of explanation, like a failed government experiment, or an opportunity for the characters to right a wrong, I don’t know. For us, it seems like it came entirely out of left field.” 

“A part of me thought that if we performed, then the beam of light would come back,” Danny shared. “Like, we’d do our set, blow everyone away, spread some peace, love, and unity, and then dip because we had served our purpose.” 

“There’s got to be a way out of here,” was all Josh could say. An air of uncertainty hung between them. Danny could feel his chest starting to tighten at the thought that they ultimately had no gameplan to get back to the future. What he wouldn’t give for some old guy driving a DeLorean to pull up at that moment. “I saw an acoustic back in Dave’s van,” Josh changed the subject. “Wanna sit out in the grass and play something?” 

Danny was still feeling the stress eating away at him, but he did enjoy playing the guitar so it was hard for him to turn down Josh’s suggestion. It seemed like a good way to get out of his head. 

“Why not?” he replied. So, a few minutes later, they found themselves sitting out in a nice patch of sun where the grass wasn’t too wet from the rain. Danny attempted to tune the guitar and Josh smiled at a group of teenagers that passed by. 

“Play whatever you want, I’ll try to sing along,” Josh encouraged Danny. Danny thought on what song would be the best to play and started to strum out the intro to “Anthem.” Josh chuckled at him and started to clap along to the beat. 

“With the news there’s something every day, so many people thinking different ways, you say, where is the music? A tune to free the soul, a simple lyric to unite us all, you know…”

By the time they reached the chorus, enough people had joined them that they had a full circle. Josh looked around at everyone with a bright smile and waved his hands around, encouraging them to join him in the song. The pack of people swayed back and forth to the music and sang in unison: 

“And every glow in the twilight knows that the world is only what the world is made of, just you and me can agree to disagree, and the world is only what the world is made of.” 

Danny played the last note, and then Josh grinned at the group. 

“Having a good time?” he asked around. 

“This is my Mecca,” one guy closed his eyes and nodded with a beam. 

“I’m looking forward to Jefferson Airplane tonight,” a girl answered, and was met with murmurs of agreement from some other people in the circle. “My friends saw them in San Francisco and said they sound great.” 

“It’s gonna be hard to beat that band that played last night though,” the Mecca guy raised an eyebrow. “What was their name? JJ and the Salty Dogs?”

“Before last night I’d never heard of them,” an older man admitted. “But boy, I have a feeling they’re gonna blow up after this festival is over.” 

Danny and Josh shared a quick smirk. 

They played through a few more of their acoustic songs, including “Mountain of the Sun,” and Danny had a field day playing some of his favorite Beatles songs that he was pretty sure had already been released, like “Blackbird” and “I’ll Follow the Sun.” 

Danny found himself getting lost in the music and, before he knew it, they had been playing for over two hours and attracted a crowd of enough people that Danny couldn’t keep track of them all. Their audience was eager to join in the music with their own singing and clapping, and a few people even brought over their own instruments, ranging from bongos to triangles to tambourines. Josh was handed a bamboo flute which he took with a loud laugh. Although it was obvious he had no clue what he was doing, he had fun trying to follow Danny’s guitar playing without sounding too shrill. 

Danny and Josh were having so much fun, they entirely missed Sam rushing out of Dave’s van, his hair a mess, clutching a blanket up to his bare chest and looking around in a state of panic. He turned in a full circle to gather where he was, and then rushed through the crowd to Danny and Josh. 

“Did Joan play already?” he asked, his eyes wild. 

“Yeah man, she played super early this morning,” the guy with the bongos informed Sam. 

“Shit,” Sam cursed, and then started pacing back and forth with worry. “I told her I would be there to watch it. I can’t believe I slept through her set! I completely blew it, I’m an idiot.” 

“Dude, you were tired,” Danny reminded Sam. “You needed your rest.” 

“She personally invited me to come and see her,” Sam groaned. “I can’t believe I managed to blow Joan Baez off.” 

“Why don’t you come and join us?” Josh asked Sam, obviously growing tired of his whining and self-loathing. “Sing a few songs, it’ll do you good.” 

Sam looked like he wanted to keep pacing back and forth, but he instead opted to plop in between Josh and Danny and drop his head into his hands. Danny and Josh exchanged a look and then Danny started to strum at the guitar. 

“Hey Sam,” he sang down to Sam in the tune of “Hey Jude,” “don’t give a damn, take a sad song, and make it better.” 

Sam peeked up from his hands at Danny and shook his head. Danny nudged him in the side with the neck of the guitar as he kept going. Josh tried to play along on the flute but it came out sounding like a whistling tea kettle, so he passed it off to the person nearest to him in sheer embarrassment. That did manage to get a good laugh out of Sam though, and Josh and Danny were happy to see that he was sitting back upright, watching Danny intently with a twinkle in his eye.

“Don’t be too hard on yourself,” Danny stopped singing to tell Sam. Sam lifted up his shoulders as if saying, “yeah, I guess,” and smiled at Danny. 

“Are you guys playing guitar without me?” Jake’s voice called out from the van. “Where was the invite?” 

“What a diva,” Josh rolled his eyes. Jake came barreling through the crowd while trying to tug on his velvet pants, which had just barely dried. He approached his band members, entirely out of breath, and gave them an apologetic smile. 

“Sorry, I slept in. I had a really weird dream where I turned into a raccoon and was chasing people in some national park. The plot was really riveting, so I didn’t want to wake up.” 

Everyone stared at Jake with concern, but Danny finally snapped back to life and held the acoustic up to him, which he gladly accepted. 

“Anyway, here’s Wonderwall,” he started to joke, but quickly stopped when he saw Danny’s warning glare. “Right, sorry,” Jake was quick to apologize. “That’s not a funny joke. Butterfly effect, right.” 

He dropped down onto his butt next to Josh and strummed a few notes. After gazing around at the people who were watching him with interest, he started to break into “Crossroads,” which made Josh groan. 

“You and your Cream songs,” he complained.

“Cream rocks,” Jake started to argue back, without missing a single note. Josh opened his mouth to protest that the song didn’t quite match the mood they were going for, but he stopped himself when he saw Dave rushing in their direction. Josh wasn’t sure what the matter could be, but from the look on Dave’s face, he was a bit concerned to hear what he had to say.  

“Something kinda weird happened,” he greeted them. Jake immediately stopped playing. Dave looked around at them and then sucked in a breath of air before continuing on. “There’s this band based in London, I’m sure you’ve heard of them, they’re called Led Zeppelin.” 

“Oh brother,” Sam mumbled. 

“Their manager heard about your set last night and their front man, Robert Plant, insisted on flying out here so he could meet you.” 

“Why?” Jake arched an eyebrow. 

“Their manager didn’t share too many details, he just said to get a car for Robert. He’s on his way here now.” 

“Should we leave?” Danny leaned close to his bandmates to conspire. Josh was quick to shake his head. He didn’t know what Robert Plant wanted; if anything, he was really intrigued why he was in such a rush to see them. 

“Why don’t you all get yourselves put together and then meet me back at the stage, okay?” Dave told them before hurrying away. 

“Are we gonna have to throw hands against Robert Plant?” Sam couldn’t help but ask. That wasn’t on his time travel bingo card. 

“No,” Josh assured Sam. “We’re just going to have a civil conversation with him.” 

Twenty minutes later, they were standing in front of Robert Plant, who was staring at Josh with a level of intensity that made his skin crawl. Robert never broke eye contact with Josh as he shifted from foot to foot. 

“You’ve got a similar sound to me,” he started. Sam automatically paled. 

“We are gonna have to throw hands against him,” he whispered in fear. 

“Now, I’m not accusing you of copying or anything,” Robert continued. Sam let out a gasp of relief. “I just find it a bit uncanny how similar you and I sound,” he said as he stared into what Josh felt was the inner depths of his soul. “We bear a bit of a resemblance as well,” Robert was on a roll now. “I apologize if this is a bit forward, but what’s your mother’s name?” 

Josh couldn’t believe what he was hearing. 

“You think I’m your long-lost brother or something?” 

Robert shrugged. “I always thought it would be cool to have a brother who’s also a musician.” 

“Our Mom’s name is Karen,” Jake cut in. “I’m Josh’s brother. So is Sam, over there.” Jake motioned in Sam’s direction, where he was half-hiding behind Danny.

“What’s your dad’s name?” Robert ignored Jake, still talking to Josh. 

“Kelly,” Josh replied. 

“Maybe we’re cousins or something then,” Robert frowned. “I just can’t shake the feeling that you and I are related.”

“Right,” Josh nodded. “You and I are related, but you’re not related to my brothers.” 

Once more, Robert ignored what was said to him. 

“This is exciting,” he continued on. “We can have some kind of rivalry, like the Beatles and Stones or something. I always find that I write and perform better when it’s a competition.” 

“I don’t know if that’s healthy,” Josh begged to differ. He was starting to feel uncomfortable about everything. He didn’t like how Robert was only addressing him, and how excited he was to pit his band against theirs. Even in 1969 they couldn’t shake the Led Zeppelin comparisons. Josh couldn’t help that he knew how to belt it out like Robert Plant did. That was just a god-given talent that they both had been blessed with. 

“Nonsense,” Robert waved him off. “You release an album and then we’ll release an album and we can leave it up to The Rolling Stone to declare a winner. Doesn’t that sound like fun?” 

“It does,” Jake stepped closer to Robert. “We’ve got this song in the works right now that’s really good. It should give you a run for your money” 

“Really?” Robert put his hands on his hips. Jake couldn’t help but grin since he could tell that he had him in the palm of his hand. 

“Oh yeah,” he said. “It’s like a rock opera; it’s got an acoustic intro and then it shifts to an electric fantasm with this insane guitar solo that goes on for over five minutes. Everything boils up to this huge crescendo and then it ends with a reflective, pondering conclusion.”

Jake had Josh, Sam, Danny, and Robert’s attention captured. For the life of him, Josh couldn’t figure out what his twin was trying to do. 

“Does the song have a name yet?” Robert sounded intrigued. 

“Yup,” Jake nodded. He sounded like he was doing everything within his power to hold in a loud laugh. “It’s called, um, Stairway to Heaven.” 

If Robert Plant wasn’t in front of them, Danny would have body slammed Jake to the ground for being so careless and stupid. Robert repeated the song title to himself while stroking his chin. 

“That’s got a nice ring to it,” he decided. “It’s a rock opera?” 

“Something like that,” Jake replied, trying to ignore the gestures Danny was making towards him, expressing that he was going to kick him in the shins if he kept talking. “It’s really philosophical and existential.” 

“I do like a bit of existentialism,” Robert commented. “You see? This is great, I’m already starting to get ideas. Jimmy and the guys are gonna be so happy to hear that the writer’s block is going away.” 

“Congratulations,” was all Josh could think to say. Robert was looking at him strangely again, which made him want to disappear into the folds of his oversized parachute outfit. 

“I swear we’re related,” Robert shook his head. “I’m gonna have to ask my mum about that one.” 

Josh was ready to tell Robert for the second time that he was pretty sure they weren’t related, and that they were just both white and had curly hair. Before he could though, Jerry Garcia walked by, which stole Robert’s attention. 

“Oh,” he gasped out, giving the members of Greta Van Fleet a quick, apologetic smile. “I’ve always wanted to meet Jerry.” He started to rush away, but then stopped and whirled around to face them again. 

“I’ll have my manager send you my contact information,” he said. “I need to hear more about this Stairway to Heaven song.” 

Jake gave him a large thumbs up, and then he was off. 

“Are you out of your mind?” Danny turned to Jake the second Robert Plant was out of earshot. “Why would you tell him about Stairway to Heaven?” 

“I want to be able to tell people that Led Zeppelin ripped us off first,” Jake answered simply. 

“I don’t think it works like that,” Sam squinted as he tried to think things over. “I mean, the only reason you know about that song is because they wrote it.” 

“It’s a case of who came first, the chicken or the egg, Sammy boy,” Jake wrapped an arm around his shoulder. “Time travel is a tricky thing, but I just changed things so now I know about Stairway to Heaven in the future because I invented it on the spot in 1969.” 

“My head hurts,” Sam replied. 

“Or,” Danny stepped in, “we’re going to return to the future, only to find that some band called JJ and the Salty Dogs did a song called ‘Stairway to Heaven,’ and not Led Zeppelin.” 

“What’s so bad about that?” Jake asked. 

“I guess we’ll find out,” Danny grumbled. 

“I mean, if we make it back to the future,” Josh spoke up. Danny’s shoulders slumped at the reminder. Surprisingly, Jake seemed unbothered. 

“We’re bound to get back at some point,” he said, like it was nothing. 

“How can you be so sure?” Danny asked. 

“Just a gut feeling,” Jake chirped. 

From the stage, Quill started to play. Jake perked up at the music and pointed towards the stage, where some other musicians were starting to gather. 

“I’m gonna hang out up there to get a better view,” he excused himself. They watched him jog away, and then Sam looked at Danny and Josh. 

“I don’t know why he’s so optimistic about everything out of the blue.” 

“It does seem a bit out of character,” Josh had to agree. Usually Jake leaned more on the glass half empty side of things. Out of all of them (with the exception of Danny, of course) he seemed like he would have a nervous breakdown over being trapped in the past. Instead, he was socializing with the members of Canned Heat and Country Joe McDonald, laughing loud and beaming like the happiest guy in the world. 

Watching Jake, it seemed that they were all in agreement: 

He knew something that they didn’t know. 

#greta van fleet #gvf #gvf fanfiction #gvf fic #gvf fanfic #greta van fic #greta van fleet fanfiction #greta van fleet fanfic #jake kiszka #josh kiszka #sam kiszka #danny wagner #woodstock #carlos santana #joan baez #canned heat #arlo guthrie #ravi shankar

[wellhalesbells]

15 Questions, 15 (or whatever) Tags

I was tagged by @kikiroo​ - thank you!!  *heart hug!*

1. Were you named after anybody?

Nope.

2. When was the last time you cried?

Um, I cannot stress enough that I cry at the drop of a hat in fictional situations (pretty much never in real life) so it was either Ted Lasso or reading The Celebrants by Steven Rowley, or it could’ve been The Emperor’s Bone Palace by Hailey Turner - I just finished that.  I can’t remember if I did or not, but I was so stressed out, I probably did, things went poorly for a bit there and I was a wreck.

3. Do you have kids?

I do not and have no plans to.  I’ve never wavered on that, I’ve always been very ‘who knows, could change,’ about it but so far: nah.  And I feel like if I had ever wavered, my sister having two pandemic babies and me being her entire village (I am the only relative who lives in the same state.  And the people who are best at babies do not live in the same country.) has nudged me more firmly towards: that’s really not for you, broh.  I love them to death but I am so glad I get breaks where I just get to be a selfish monster for seventy-two hours straight.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Neever.

5. What sports do you play/have you played?

I played soccer for maybe a few weeks in middle school and then I was like: this is just running, and running is so much worse than sitting, was everyone aware of that?  I’ll be on the bench if you need me. *throws up a peace sign*  Though I did just tell my sister that I would absolutely fucking kill at basketball against K-1st graders and I stand by that.

6. What’s the first thing you notice about someone?

Sense of humor.  Honestly, I don’t know if it’s an ace thing or not, but I can’t even describe people beyond: heightish and hairish until you interest me as a person, which is usually because you make me laugh.  It’s kind of embarrassing sometimes because I really do not notice, and sometimes I’ll be asked to describe someone I’ve been in the vicinity of for, like, two months and I’m like: I genuinely cannot tell you a single thing about this person, I’m so sorry.  I just don’t track details.  That’s why I try really hard with names.  I can’t tell you what they look like in any detail (do they wear glasses? Have freckles? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ), but I can tell you their name.  And sometimes that can feel like a superpower tbqh, because you know who people come to find out the new person’s name: moi.

7. Eye color?

Blue.

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

Oh scary movies, hands down.  They’re my favoritest things.  I regularly have them on as background noise.

9. Any special talents?

If I do have them, they’re a secret even to me.  I like to have that Kathleen Madigan mindset about it: “What if we’re all prodigies, but it’s just at something we’ve never tried yet? ... What if I sat down at a pottery wheel and made a cup and people were like: Holy Christ, lady, that is the most phenomenal cup ever made.”  It could happen!

10. Where were you born?

St. Pete, Florida.

11. What are your hobbies?

Writing, reading, tending to an imaginary beluga whale that lives in my nephew’s bathtub, creating to do lists over and over again that I have no intention of ever completing, and playing Pokemon Go.  There’s a girl at my work and we were the two nerds who were really into it, we would get together, do the fests and the raids and community days and such.  We have now converted half our workplace into either reactivating their accounts or creating them and there are now at least two more people who are just as - if not more - into it than we are.  (Like, they had to make a Pokemon Go policy because of us spreading it like a virus, lololol.)

12. Do you have any pets?

I have a doggo that I accidentally made obsessed with me and super introverted.  You know how they say owners start to resemble their dogs?  Nope.  I broke her and now we like to stay in, are wary of strangers, and essentially try to occupy the same space at all times - I blame COVID, honestly, we were both way more normal before that.  Or she was, anyway.  The good news is I can let her off leash ‘cause she’s going precisely zero places without me.

13. How tall are you?

5’

14. Favorite subject in school?

English in high school, Evolutionary Psychology in college.

15. Dream job?

I hate to say it but: I do not dream of labor.  Anything I’m passionate about doing, I would immediately tarnish by needing it to now be the source of my livelihood.  It would lose all its joy because I would put immense pressure on it.

Though if I could somehow make bank through sleeping? Yeah, that.

I don’t know who to tag because I feel like I’ve seen everyone do this on my dash so: um, whoever hasn’t done it yet and wants to - consider this me tagging you!

#meme answers #meme #if you've ever met me you're probably like 'how are YOU your sister's whole village??!' and like YEAH #i don't know what my sister's doing here tbh #she HATES cold weather but she wanted to leave dc and was like: where are you moving and i was like: #washington in six months and she was like: cool i'll go check it out with my boyfriend on a road trip #and then she got pregnant on the road trip and now they're married and live here lol #this is nOT where they want to be - either one of them #they want hot hot hot weather #(which i despise - my sister's trying to come up w a compromise state and i'm like: *gently* those are opposites my love) #they want to be in florida but i was like: dude you gotta homeschool if you go there #and my sister's already like: i don't like the american scool system in general so you're not wrong #and the draw there is my parents who...... do not like children and are not that interested lol #HIS parents are but they live in occupied palestine soooooo ???? THOSE are the options lol #(occupied palestine is winning just on florida politics alone ???) #not to say i don't ADORE them being here and wouldn't miss them like crazy if they left #but i do wish their bench were deeper than me bc i am already laying down and reading a book on there

[simplysummers]

Weird Questions ask!

3, 6, 7, 11, 13, 18, 26, and 36

Damn Pax that a lotta numbers. It’s giving 2021 Sev vibes. But thank you!! 💛

3) What is your writing ritual and why is it cursed?

My writing ritual isn’t really cursed but it is lengthy. I don’t need a lucky charm or to flick the lights a certain way, but my editing process is as follows. Cry. Cry. Cry. (No I just have to go over it at least eight times in both audio and visual formatting. And considering my fics are around 8-12k a chapter, it’s a lot.)

6) What is your darkest fear about writing?

That people won’t like anything about it. I don’t mind constructive criticism, especially because I’m doing this for a degree and it’ll make me a better writer, but I just hate the idea of someone liking absolutely nothing about my work, that all of their reaction is just negative.

7) What is your deepest joy about writing?

Just the utter freedom it gives me. Cringe I know but, it really does just take me some place else and I love it. Also when I get positive feedback, that brings me so much joy.

11) Do you believe in the old advice to "kill your darlings?" Are you a ruthless darling assassin? What happens to the darlings you murder? Do you have a darling graveyard? Do you grieve?

Well I do and I don’t. I do in the sense that sometimes things can be unnecessary, and they need to go for the overall outcome of the story, but sometimes I just love a scene/character/line so much that I don’t want to take it out, especially if the impact isn’t changed massively, so I’m not super ruthless. Like with Greta Gerwig and Barbie, how she wouldn’t take out the scene with the old lady cause she loved it. But I do grieve sometimes, and I do have a little folder for pieces of writing that I love so much that I know I can use elsewhere if I do end up cutting them out.

13) What is a subject matter that is incredibly difficult for you write about? What is easy?

Easy would be anything family related, I think I handle that very well. I don’t think there’s anything I can’t write about, but I definitely have a preference to avoid certain things.

18) Choose a passage from your writing. Tell me about the backstory of this moment. How you came up with it, how it changed from start to end. Spicy addition: Questioner provides the passage.

Passage: Seren's hand dragged along the edge of the metal railing attached to the side of her hospital bed, the chilling surface instantly cooling the clammy flesh of her palm. She liked the cold, preferred it even, the cold had always been a bearable force that could be rectified with layers of clothing and hot beverages, or even embraced and allowed to consume ones person, to snap them back to the reality of the natural elements.

On the opposing end, the heat was practically inescapable, you can only extract so much coverage before you're as bare as the day you were born, and even then people fell short and were still consumed by its waves. The heat was a predetermined source of torture, and she'd had enough of it.

Four years of consistent heat, darkened hallways, cells and endless hours of binding pain were enough to convince her that moving to Alaska or Iceland didn't seem like a bad idea in the near future.

Much like a fever, hot climates were infectious too, she noticed immediately that her hand warmed the metal beneath it ever so slightly, natural body heat radiating from her skin and contaminating the opposing chill beneath it.

Heat concurred, heat destroyed. The world at its core was hot, and the world...the world at its core was evil.

This is a piece of original work I’ve been working on since I was in my teens. It’s about a story of a girl who is healing from a deep trauma, ikr so original, but it really focuses on the recovery from said trauma and how it’s not all one straight line uphill. I feel like so many thriller books focus solely on the trauma itself, and not what that trauma does to you afterwards. I also sent this to my uni professor, along with other extracts and he said it showed extreme promise. So win ig!

26) How do you get into your character's head How do you get out? Do you ever regret going in there in the first place?

I get in just by either watching/reading all of their clips/passages (if it’s a fanfic), and if it’s original then I literally just lay there and ✨think✨. Sometimes it isn’t nice coming out of that because I make myself cry, but the result is worth it.

36) They say to Write What You Know. Setting aside for a moment the fact that this is terrible advice…what do you Know?

I’m actually doing my end of semester assignment for scriptwriting on a girl who is suffering with an eating disorder, because I actually suffered with a very severe ED in my early teens. I’m doing a lot better now, that’s for sure, but those feelings and emotions are tied to me in a lot of different ways, so it makes for good writing material (which sounds grim doesn’t it).

#ask s #the moots 💛 #pax 🧬 #tw Ed #tw ed but not sheeran #fanfic asks #s fanfics #s writing

[doomsayings]

Hey I’ve been reconsidering my job and was thinking about being a flight attendant too. Is it hard to become one? Would you recommend it?

Hi there anon!!! This got kind long so I put it below the cut…keep in mind I’m a US-based flight attendant

I don’t think it’s a very difficult process but it is very long….It can take a few months to up to a year, depending on the airline, from the moment of application to training to actually working. Training usually takes about 6 weeks, and I don’t think it’s hard especially if you have experience with studying/test-taking. What lots of my classmates found more difficult than anything was being away from home and being under pressure.

Which kind of leads me into whether or not I recommend it! It’s a little cliche among flight attendants to say that it’s a ~lifestyle~ but….it is! I think before even applying it’s important to think about whether or not you could be happy with the reality of the job which is that 1) you will be away from home and loved ones for long periods of time and 2) you will have an unpredictable schedule.

With most airlines, you’ll start off on reserve. That means you’ll have a period where you’ll be on call and the airline can call you to whatever trips, whenever there’s need. You won’t know your trips ahead of time or how long you’ll be away… every single airline has different reserve system, I highly suggest researching them!

Even though there’s been moments I’ve been screwed over by reserve, I still love the job deeply. It suits my personality and lifestyle a lot, I love being able split my time between cities, I love traveling, I love meeting a new crew every trip, and I actually love how much time I have off when I’m not working. It’s not a normal 9-5, so I usually have 3-4 days off on any given week. Its also extremely flexible to choose my days off, I can ask for a week off straight and get it. That being said, I’ve also had to work 6 days straight, I’ve worked red eyes, i regularly wake up at 4AM to be at the airport, I’ve had to work 16 hour long days with delays and diversions.

ALSO….research the pay. It’s kinda rough which is why many airlines are on the verge of striking.

BUT I STILL love it so much. and on the whole it works for me! I could never go back to an office job. I love my layovers and I love my benefits. But I don’t usually recommend it for like, 99% of people. Watch videos and research and see if you can imagine yourself doing it! If you have any more specific questions feel free to message me privately.

Good luck on your potential flight attendant journey!!!

#asks

[kickthecan-revolution]

I’ve been organizing all of the old photos I brought back from the house. Quite a trip down memory lane.

With my sister and our basset hound Harry (Harriet). She was so fat, she got hit by a garbage truck as she slept outside in the middle of the street - no injuries. She was the best dog, I have a memory of us constantly feeding her marshmallows which could probably get someone arrested today.

I used to hide under this table for hours, I’d fall asleep there. I’d shove all the magazines out and curl myself into a ball and stay small.

Fierce little competitor - NOT. I think I was posing in that second shot. I played tennis 3-6 hours a day, starting at the age of seven. Tournaments in the summer. I hated the playing part, my mom was so invested in me winning, it terrified me to lose but I loved people watching me play, and I loved the dances at the end of the tournaments. Lol. This is when they were obsessed with my weight, taking me to doctors, eating disorder clinics - I was so tiny and believed I was huge.

Such a great 70s shot. So much happening at this point, so much neglect and abuse - I can see it in my face.

My dad smoked a pipe for years, here he is with my sister. I have no recollection of ever sitting on his lap or holding his hand but she does, and I love this picture. He had a silver lighter that he’d flick up and down - I loved the sound of the click click click and the smell of the lighter fluid. I wish we would have found that lighter. When he came home from work and he and my mom would go outside and drink on the deck at our old house, he’d put it on the cabinet, and I’d open it up and inhale.

My parents when they were first married. I think they were in Mexico? This is a sweet picture.

My mom growing up in Smelter City. She was so beautiful (still is).and my mom and dad newly married on a vacation.

At our cabin on Whidbey Island where I laid my Uncle Steve’s ashes to rest. I think that’s my mom? And this was my favorite shirt with Mickey Mouse, I’d wear it for days. I don’t have a lot of memories of the cabin, but one in particular was being on the water - Neah Bay - my dad liked to go fishing on a used, rickety little motorboat he named the PammyJan. He had been drinking heavily and was so out of it, we drifted into the Alaskan Shipping Line. A massive cargo vessel was headed straight for us, I remember the BOOOOOOOM BOOOOOM of its huge warning horns, but the boat wouldn’t start. My brother instantly fell asleep, I was laughing hysterically at how high the waves were, my dad was just sitting there, my mom hysterically crying and my 12-year old sister was trying to start the boat. She flooded the engine but finally got it going. All of our coping mechanisms we still use today.

[feathered-serpents]

How do you get your prints to look so smooth?? I've always seen 3D printed minis with the distracting print lines but yours look great!

Hi! Thank you! You sent this ask MONTHS ago and I started to answer it and then forgot, and have found it in my drafts and now that I have a bit of free time I’m gonna finish it now. So, if you’re still interested in the answer months after you sent the question, here it is:

It’s a mix of things really

1. I use a resin printer (or what I’ve learned is actually called an SLA printer) NOT an FDM printer. I think I say this every time someone asks me about my printer and that’s because when I first started researching printing my own minis I was picturing doing it with an FDM printer as was everyone I’ve ever talked to. So, what’s the difference?

FDM printers print with liquified plastic and look like this

With prints that look like this (I did not make these)

While resin (SLA) printers print with liquified resin and look like this

With prints that look like this

I made these :).

(They’re everywhere actually please help) (also sorry my nails are in view I chew on them)

When you search 3D prints like 90% of the prints you’ll find are FDM and have those big layer lines, resin prints do not but are not as common and there IS a reason for that and that’s because 

A) FDM printers are a lot more versatile 

B) FDM prints are a lot stronger. 

Those cute little octopuses with the dangly tentacles could not be made with a resin printer because they would break in like 30 seconds if they could be printed at all. FDM prints also have practical value like as gears or tubes or straight up prosthetic limbs, resin printers basically JUST print models, and again, there is a reason for that. Resin printers are really good at fine detail

Like

REALLY good at fine detail 

But that detail is FRAGILE! I’ve had resin prints break just from being picked up, you CAN print in stronger resin, but that often sacrifices detail, so it’s all a matter of if you want detail or sturdiness. 

The settings on your printer also have to do with how smooth they come out. Resin printers make the models by curing the resin with UV light. It’s kind of hard to explain without getting CRAZY technical, but basically, what it does is you pour in the resin as a liquid into a vat at the bottom of the machine, this vat has a clear bottom, separated from a screen that sits directly below it. As it prints, that screen shines UV light in a pattern, and does that layer by layer until eventually it builds into a full model. Here’s an example of what one layer looks like to the machine 

(it looks like an ink splotch) 

The amount of time spent exposed to this light has a lot to do with the detail. 1.5 seconds is the default for my printer and the setting I’ll use for smaller models, as the less time spent exposed the better for detail. However, for larger models I’ll sometimes do 3 seconds exposure, as that’s more sturdy, and when the details are larger the difference between 3 seconds 1 second is almost completely unnoticeable. While on the smaller models I’ve noticed 3 seconds leaves them looking. Gooey 

And resin prints DO still have noticeable layers, they’re just much thinner and easily obscured by paint 

Again, this is something you can adjust and is a detail vs strength thing. My printer’s default layer height/thickness is 0.050 millimeters and I have NEVER touched it. That’s plenty small for me 

And lastly: You gotta clean them 

When you print a resin miniature, it’s still been swimming in a vat of liquid resin for hours on end and is gonna have some excess goo on it. You get that off by dunking it in a bath of IPA alcohol aka a bath of 99.9% alcohol. I keep them in that bath for 6 minutes and use a machine made by the same company that makes the printer specifically for the cleaning process, though some people just put the alcohol in a bucket and dunk the mini and out a few times and that works fine too. I am just lazy 

OKAY that was a lot, so TLDR, how do I get my 3D prints so smooth? 

1. I use a resin/SLA printer specifically designed for printing models 

2. I adjust the settings of this printer based on the size/detail of the model

3. I clean the models thoroughly after printing 

That’s it! The printer itself is the most important part here, and I’ve seen some BEAUTIFUL stuff come off of FDA printers! I’ve been thinking about investing in one myself one day, but for now, resin is best for what I need. 

#3D printing #my minis #dnd minis #D&D #DND #Dungeons and Dragons