#just pure magic

[exc-lsior]

in hopes of continuing to bask in the magic and pure joy that was naddpod at carnegie hall, here is a playlist of songs that were performed (as best as i can remember rn and minus the unreleased tracks)

plus some of mine and my friend’s reactions to the songs as they were being played in attempt to freak out quietly so that we didn’t interrupt the music 💀

#naddpod #how i yearn for the day that kingshammer and alexandrite are released 🥺 #if you’re like me the music was the most important part of the show #the joy i felt at listening to emily’s music being performed by a live quintet was truly unmatched #just pure magic #a dream come true #(esp as a someone who’s top artist for the past 4 years has been emily 😭) #(will continue to update the playlist as memories return to me of other songs if that happens) #naddpod music #naddpod live #emily axford #Spotify

[dapper-lil-arts]

this is how their first meeting went right

#Trixie and starlight make a hilarious friggin duo #queue Trixie saying shes going to be the best gf ever to starlight just to piss off twilight #bc she is forced to see more of trixie lmao #Twilight is gonna have to officiate the wedding #starlight glimmer #trixie lulamoon #twilight sparkle #startrix #i love that twilight is such a sweetie but she makes one exeption to being pissed at trixie #friendship is magic #MLP #my little pony #trixie is objectively one of the funniest characters in the show purely conceptualy #pony posting #mlp g4

[thebiscuitlabryinth]

[prev]

Nowadays, Pure Vanilla has gotten used to his sleep fluctuating wildly between turbulent dreams and sleep like the void itself has swallowed him whole. It seems like a game of chance whenever he rests his head down, and neither option leaves him any less tired the next morning.

Today, his dreams are absurd, swirling and spilling into each other, and vividly upsetting in a way he can't identify. He shut his eyes tight, but that doesn't block out the rest of his senses. He can hear begging, crying, shouting, and the scent of something burning and wilted lilies clashes in the air, creating a suffocating smell that winds around him slow. It is awful, but it is slightly less so, now that he knows how to recognise when he is in a dream. More importantly, he has a question, and he is more than aware of Shadow Milk's lingering presence.

"You founded the study of Dark Moon Magic, didn't you?"

It is a soft question, but one that is sure of itself. Instantly, the sounds and smells and sensations that had been plaguing Pure Vanilla disappear. Pure Vanilla keeps both his eyes closed for the time being, just in case. Tonight, his staff is absent like a missing leg, and he misses the added security of being able to look through it.

"Oh, come on! Don't interrupt the scene, we were just getting to the good part!" Shadow Milk's voice responds with frustration, the sound coming from all sides. It is precisely because it comes from all sides that Pure Vanilla keeps his eyes closed, not quite trusting that the shards of his nightmares have been fully swept away. He doesn't want to find out what Shadow Milk could possibly consider to be 'the good part' amidst the sounds of suffering and anguish.

Instead, Pure Vanilla sighs. "It was your choice to stop everything when I asked that, wasn't it? You can't blame me for that."

"Bzzt! Wrong! I can blame you because you did interrupt. It doesn't matter what I did in response, a disruption is a disruption." Shadow Milk declares loudly, voice a little rougher, as if he was daring Pure Vanilla to argue back. But his voice is now only coming from one source, right in front of him, so Pure Vanilla cautiously opens his eyes to check the surroundings.

He finds himself in the library of Blueberry Yogurt Academy, and nostalgia eagerly rears its head within him, somewhat surprised. He's stood beside a littered table, surrounded by the deep blue bookshelves of his youth and the comforting smell of aged paper. The details blur a little past that, some of the shelves lighter, more like the bookshelves in his chambers in the Vanilla Kingdom, leaving it less like a perfect replica and more like a collage made out of bits and pieces of his lifetimes' worth of memories, but it is mostly the Blueberry Yogurt library.

Shadow Milk is across the table from him, tutting when Pure Vanilla takes too long to reply. He leans his elbows on the table, propping his chin on the bridge of his linked fingers. "Sneaky, silly-Vanilly, trying to use me to get out of your funny little nightmares. Very, very sneaky."

"It worked, didn't it?" Pure Vanilla says, a bit stiffly, because that had never been his main intention, mostly because Shadow Milk isn't nice enough for him to think it would work. No, his main intention is genuine curiosity, and that is exactly why he continues to prod. "...You didn't answer my question."

"Because it's a stupid one." Shadow Milk hums back, tilting his head to the side. He tilts it far enough that his cheek is now resting against his hands instead of his chin. "You should be able to figure that out yourself. Didn't I already tell you where my home is?"

Pure Vanilla doesn't answer for a moment, laying a tentative hand on the edge of the table as he tries to squint at the papers across its surface in the dim lamplight. It takes him a second to realise that they're all forbidden texts on Dark Moon Magic, and when he does, he murmurs back. "It's better to clarify than assume, isn't it?"

This time, Shadow Milk is the one who doesn't answer for a moment, instead staring at him with those piercing eyes. Pure Vanilla can feel more around him, behind him, lurking in the shadows pooling in the nooks and crevices and he can't help it – he shivers slightly.

That reaction must be enough for Shadow Milk, because he snorts, and pushes off the table to lean back, kicking his feet up onto the table and right on top of texts, which is already enough to make Pure Vanilla wince. Poor library etiquette aside, the movement is horribly uncanny to watch, partly because he is leaning back onto thin air instead of a chair, partly because he moves so quickly it's like his limbs snap into place, and partly because his smile is stretched far too thin as he does so.

"Of course I did. I'm very talented, you know." Shadow Milk announces smugly, his eyes never leaving him. They narrow slightly, all of them in suspicious synchronisation, and he raises his eyebrows expectantly. "But I must admit, I am crumbling to know why you brought it up."

Whys are always difficult to answer, especially for something as difficult as motives, which can morph and change over time. Pure Vanilla hates lying, but he hates lying in front of Shadow Milk even more, because he seems to recognise every single one and Pure Vanilla doesn't want to give him the satisfaction.

But he really can't admit the core of the matter to his face. He can't admit that ever since he glimpsed the ghost of Shadow Milk's past, he hasn't been able to stop thinking about it. He can't admit that he is actively trying to glimpse it again, and what better way to try and draw it out than with any scholar's pride and joy – their work?

"It's impressive. I, myself, have mastered White Magic over the years, and I certainly contributed to its development, but I cannot claim that I created it as a school of magic." Pure Vanilla explains instead, and it isn't a lie either, just lacking all the details. He fidgets a bit, tugging at his own sleeves, adding quieter. "Dark Moon Magic is forbidden too, so there aren't many detailed sources left on it. I want to know more about its founding."

I want to know more about you.

There is another lapse of silence, and Pure Vanilla is tense with tentative hope. After all, if Shadow Milk was really against the topic altogether, he wouldn't have gone through the trouble of plucking him out of his nightmares.

Shadow Milk's smile is sharp like a knife, clashing with the casual way he folds his arms behind his head, almost languid as he finally muses. "Oh, really? That doesn't sound right. I'm sure there's enough details lying around to get the gist of it. After all, you've used Dark Moon Magic before, so you must know something about it already."

Pure Vanilla flinches back, and it isn't a surprise that he knows about that too, not anymore, but it still leaves him with unstable footing. Regardless, he doesn't let that scare him off the topic, which he suspects is exactly why Shadow Milk said it. "...I've only really used it once, and I don't remember much about what happened. So I may know something, but that something is rather little."

It's a confession, and the truth. His brief tangle with Dark Moon Magic is a complete blur in his own mind, watered down to blinding sensations and a heartache so intense he had felt like he was crumbling. Theoretically, he knows enough about Dark Moon Magic to hold a conversation, but he remembers nothing about it in practise.

"You know who could help you with that?" Shadow Milk asks, seemingly unbothered, but the words curl with open mockery and a smirk. He tilts his head back slightly so he can look down on Pure Vanilla and throws his arms out dramatically. "Our beloved, newly coronated Guardian! She has plenty of experience with–"

Pure Vanilla's heart lurches painfully.

"Don't talk about her!" He interrupts, voice bursting out louder than he expected and panic fluttery in his chest. He doesn't want to hear him tear at her old wounds, even if she can't hear it herself. He knows how vulnerable that cry makes him seem though, and he fumbles to lower his voice to something softer, less shaky. "Don't– please, I'm asking you for a reason."

Shadow Milk giggles, a strange grating sound that climbs higher with each breath, until he is laughing in earnest. He curls into himself, arms wrapped around his middle, and the position looks painful with his feet still planted on the table. Pure Vanilla watches him warily, a little shaken by the mention of White Lily, and wonders if maybe, he was wrong about what he thought he saw in Shadow Milk. He has been seeing more things that aren't there, recently.

His laughter stops abruptly. The stillness that follows is jarring, but doesn't last long.

Slowly – so slowly that it is unnerving, for someone who typically moves as erratically as him – Shadow Milk reaches forward with one hand and plucks a scroll up from the table. He unrolls it with a lazy flick of his wrist, the other end tumbling away over the edge of the table and across the floor. It is a smooth movement, Pure Vanilla notes through the pounding of his heart and his scrambled nerves, a practised motion that speaks of thousands of opened scrolls.

Shadow Milk peers over at the contents of the scroll with an empty, disinterested expression, his legs melting through the table until he appears to be sitting somewhat politely again. The sudden switch to this from his near hysterical laughter leaves Pure Vanilla disturbed, unsure if this is progress or not.

"I wanted to strike a balance between Black and White Magic." Shadow Milk says, his voice a disconcertingly low murmur, almost monotone. While his main eyes remain steadily on the scroll, the rest are eagerly burrowing into Pure Vanilla from all sides. "Black Magic draws from the void, making it unpredictable and destructive by nature, but full of potential. White Magic draws from the moon, primarily, and other celestial sources, making it safer and easier to use, but limited in its purity. If I could find the middle ground, I could harness magic with more flexibility and power but less unpredictability."

Shadow Milk pauses then, his eyes sliding up to stare right at Pure Vanilla, and his lips quirk upwards. When he speaks again, his voice gains a little more character but remains mainly flat, like a poorly-delivered theatrical monologue. "The dark side of the moon was the obvious choice for a source of that kind of power, because it's the natural overlap between the moon and the void. Once you figure out a source for magic, it's simple to find a way to draw from it, and to make it simpler, I had access to the knowledge of the Witches at my fingertips. All I had to do was write everything down, and the school of Dark Moon Magic was born. Easy-peasy!"

Shadow Milk throws the scroll to the side with little fanfare, not even sparing a glance at those ancient texts as they land in a heap of old paper on the floor, uncaring of if they damage or rip. And why would he? They both know this is a dream, and even if it wasn't, he had written that scroll himself.

Pure Vanilla would have cared, dream or not, if he wasn't wholly distracted, reduced to only a wide-eyed blink.

Because Shadow Milk may feign a bored face and voice, as if reading off a report or a particularly uninspiring script, but when their gazes meet, his eyes glitter like shooting stars, sparking with pride and passion and something else.

It captivates Pure Vanilla, the very same shine that comes with a breakthrough for every researcher. It is exactly what he had been hoping to see again, but the sight still leaves him feeling unmoored, even if pleasantly. Intruige and hope swirl within him, and he suddenly finds himself desperate to hold onto this ghost of the past, to make it stay longer and help it spill into the present.

"What does it feel like?" The question comes out before Pure Vanilla can think it through, focused on continuing the conversation before Shadow Milk can pick up his showmanship again in full. "Dark Moon Magic, I mean."

Shadow Milk huffs, a playful grin settling on his face again, and a sickening mix of dread and disappointment trickles through Pure Vanilla as he watches him lean over, crushing more texts beneath his palms. For a scary moment, he expects him to make another quip towards his previous use of the magic, or worse, bring up White Lily again.

He doesn't. Shadow Milk kicks his legs up behind him, so that he is laying on his stomach in mid-air, and cheerfully asks, "How about I show you?"

He doesn't wait for Pure Vanilla to process what he said, let alone reply. He reaches out and ensnares Pure Vanilla's hand, the one normally occupied with his staff, and laces their fingers together. Pure Vanilla doesn't reciprocate the hold, surprised, but only tries a small unsuccessful tug in response.

Shadow Milk's grip is an oppressive pressure, tight but not quite painful. He presses their palms together firmly, and Pure Vanilla gasps.

Magic bursts through the contact, rushing through his jam in a dizzying, warm flood. It is thicker, heavier than the magic Pure Vanilla is used to, thrumming and twisting as if it has a mind of its own, almost scratching at his dough as if trying to consume him, and he can't even concentrate on it because– because–

He can see everything.

Pure Vanilla really, truly can. He can see Shadow Milk's curling smile in front of him, he can see the Faeries having a feast, he can see Black Raisin greeting the moon from one of the Vanilla Castle's towers, he can see Dark Cacao striding through the citadel, he can see White Lily going through her morning routine, he can see his own sleeping body, and places and Cookies he doesn't have the presence of mind to recognise, all simultaneously. He doesn't know what to focus on, doesn't even know how to focus on anything, and his head hurts like it is falling apart.

This is how Shadow Milk has been watching me, he thinks deliriously, the only thought he can manage as he drowns in his sights.

And then, in a snap, he is back in the library with only one scene to see. His vision swims a little at the edges as if it didn't get the message, and he wobbles in place.

Shadow Milk is still holding his hand, but the grip is slightly looser, and the stream of his Dark Moon Magic is gone like a whisper. His grin is sinister and too big for his face, but his eyes still burn like stars.

"Fun, isn't it?" Shadow Milk coos, giddy like it is a shared secret, lifting Pure Vanilla's trembling hand and brushing a kiss to the back that buzzes with Dark Moon Magic. "My very first masterpiece."

Pure Vanilla wakes up disoriented, with a ringing headache and an itch in the back of his hand. White Lily notices his poor state almost immediately when she sees him – wonderful as she is – and she asks if he had a nightmare with that gentle, concerned slope to her brows.

Pure Vanilla adjusts his grip on his staff, leaning against it more than usual.

"No." He assures her lightly, not quite the truth and not quite a lie.

[next]

#oops this was longer than i expected #i mainly just wanted an excuse to wax lyrical about possible interpretations of their magic systems <3 #sm is having the time of his life btw. pv? not so much #writing this is like a tightrope act between pv's idealistic hopes and sm-related psychological disturbance #pure vanilla cookie #shadow milk cookie #shadowvanilla #vanilla milkshake #pureshadow #echo paradox au #the biscuit library

[ninjautistic]

I thought it was just the texture or the lighting on his model but it never came to me that Lloyd might ACTUALLY have white/lighter STREAKS IN HIS HAIR shown in that one 'anime' animation scene???

Looking back at his hair on his model, you can't really see or tell if it's streaks in his hair,, so I could be wrong 🤔

#dont trust too much on my judgement #if he has streaks in his hair he must be REALLY pretty.. #A BOY SO PRETTY!!! #i love myself some pretty men #either he had streaks in his hair since forever or they just magically appeared after march of the oni #since his hair was smooth and pure blonde in season 8-9 until his hair just started having more texture and details to it #he has the potential to be so pretty he could start wearing earrings and possibly piercings #headcanon stuff... #ninjago #ninjago fandom #lloyd montgomery garmadon #lloyd ninjago #ninjago lloyd #lloyd garmadon ninjago #ninjago lloyd garmadon #ninjago headcanons #lloyd garmadon

[uncanny-tranny]

I think one of the most surprising parts of transition, specifically going on testosterone, is just how... normal it felt to me. When I was watching other people go on testosterone and describe how they felt, I anticipated that I'd feel the huge emotions, the spark, I guess. But I didn't. If anything, I went from being a neurotic mess to being... normal. Almost painfully normal. It's like I've gotten a cloth and dusted off this thing I call my body.

I honestly think it's interesting how natural I feel on testosterone. I never really thought I could feel this normal, but I do. It's like I can stand in a crowd and not feel like eyes are watching me, like ants crawling on a log.

#trans #transgender #lgbt #lgbtq #ftm #nonbinary #HAVING FEELINGS #like i watched this guy talk about how... almost explosive it feels for him on testosterone... #...and he was talking about it like 'RAAAAAGH FUCK I'M SUDDENLY FILLED WITH THE URGE TO PUNCH DRYWALL' #'ANGRY...HUNGRY' and i think that's completely fine. but it was weird when i didn't experience that #instead of being like... i guess hormonal??? i just feel like i can take a deep breath for once #(though i do relate to when he was like 'I NEED TO EAT EVERYTHING IN THE HOUSE 🤬') #but yeah... i guess this is me just being fascinated at how the same exact hormone even at the same levels will feel and look so different #like to me that's magic. like the human body is the messiest result of pure magic to me #i guess to me it's so interesting that people have an intense experience on testosterone when i just do not #(and my levels are normal for my body/age range. it is painfully in the middle of normal in fact) #(though i am overdue for labs. i was JUST talking about labs with my dad too 💀)

[fushigurro]

𝗧𝗢𝗝𝗜 𝗙𝗨𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗚𝗨𝗥𝗢 𝗫 𝗙!𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥. ⌇ 18+ only, mdni / daddy kink / slight somnophilia?? but like not entirely / reader is mildly physically ill / m!masturbation / thigh fucking / pet names (baby + babygirl + good girl)

toji wakes up with a hard cock and he tries to let it go because he’s been holding you in his arms; you’re feverish and sleeping restlessly unless he’s got a good hold on you, so that’s how he stays. but still, his body betrays him.

he can’t ignore the ache, not when you’re looking so cute even in your state of illness, so he palms himself through his sweats and it only gets worse; thinks he might be able to quietly rub one out while you’re still asleep, but the movement and lack of contact from him wakes you up.

“fuck baby, i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to wake you up.” maybe he should’ve gotten up, but he didn’t want to leave your side, so now your eyelids are fluttering open to the sight of toji on his back behind you, slowly jerking his cock and cursing himself for disturbing you.

even though you feel rough, there’s something about it that makes you wanna help, to be included somehow. “you can use me… to help,” you mumble sleepily, and he shakes his head.

“nah, don’t worry about it baby. just try to go back to sleep, okay?” he rubs your arm a little roughly but affectionately, and unfortunately touching you only makes him harder.

it’s your turn to shake your head this time. “just do it. want you to.” your voice is feeble, but still his favorite sound. toji leans in to press a kiss to the back of your neck and contemplate for a moment what he should do. you’re sick and he’s throbbing, and fuck you’re still just offering yourself up to him like such a perfect little thing. he can’t fight the temptation.

toji rolls back onto his side and presses his chest to your back, holding you close once again and breathing against your neck. “gonna let daddy use you a little?” he asks, brushing your hair away and placing kisses against your skin, holding your leg up a bit, and then slipping his cock between your thighs.

eyes closed again, you nod and scoot back against him. you don’t need to say anything else.

“yeah, that’s a good girl.” he presses one last kiss up against your temple and starts to rock his hips, dragging his length back and forth between your thighs with a satisfied groan. once he sets a rhythm, he drops your leg back down and lets the pressure around him increase.

you’re a little too disoriented and wanting to drift back to sleep to do much other than just lay there, but you do manage to gently hold onto the arm he now has wrapped around your waist as he fucks your thighs.

toji’s speed starts to increase and he does his best to handle you with care, to not lose himself and go too crazy on your poor body, but the motion does jostle you enough to have you furrowing your brows a bit. he can’t tell if it’s a good or bad thing, but you look so fucking adorable either way.

“i know, babygirl, i know. daddy’s almost done,” he breathes in your ear and goes a little faster, still gritting his teeth and trying to keep himself in check until he eventually spills across your leg and onto the sheets, pumping out his orgasm with a few final stuttered thrusts.

toji breathes and kisses the back of your neck in appreciation. you’re already being pulled back into sleep and he uses a couple of tissues from the box next to the bed to clean up the mess in the meantime, not wanting to disturb you further. he feels just a little fucked up over it all, but you seem perfectly content to snuggle back into him and soak in all the extra heat as you fall asleep.

#idk if it’s the prednisone or just pure magic but i simply had to write this down while lying in bed LOL #i will probably regret this tomorrow #toji fushiguro x reader #toji fushiguro smut #jjk x reader #jjk smut #re: toji fushiguro #my writing. #cw daddy kink #ss: toji

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

warp speed chic 🧡

#i have such a soft spot for his clockwork orange t shirt #and also just him generally #obviously #i mean look at him?? 🥺 #this album was pure magic #and i just adore getting these little glimpses into its creation #they created something so infinitely special ✨ #alex turner #tranquility base hotel and casino #tbh+c era #arctic monkeys #alex gifs #my gifs #lulu posts

[thebramblewood]

Learning to party spellcaster style (when you're a reclusive and perpetually gloomy vampire), part two.

Previous / Next

Grace: This was an amazing idea, Em!

Emilia: [whoops giddily] I feel so alive!

Tomax: Last one to the Gardens takes cauldron cleaning duty!

Emilia: No way! You’ve got an unfair advantage.

Tomax: Guess you should’ve thought of that when you wasted your money on that cutesy little twig you’re riding!

Caleb: I can’t believe you’re going along with this.

Morgyn: Oh, we’ll be fine.

Caleb: The little one isn’t even using her hands!

Morgyn: The magic does most of the steering anyway. What, afraid we’ll go plummeting into the endless abyss?

Caleb: Yes!

-

Grace: Oh my god, they are literally too adorable!

Tomax: Would you look at that? Dracula knows how to bust a move.

Morgyn: The children are watching us.

Caleb: Let them.

Morgyn: Oh, that potion must have been good. I’ve never seen this uninhibited side of you.

Caleb: Do you like it?

Morgyn: I love it.

-

Grace: Get over here, Caleb! We can’t commemorate the night without you.

Caleb: No, no. I’m afraid I’d ruin the shot.

Morgyn: Don’t resist, darling! We’re not taking no for an answer.

Caleb: You know I won’t show up in the photo, right?

Morgyn: Shh. It’s about the memories.

#ts4 #sims 4 #sims 4 story #ts4 story #simblr #story: hzid #caleb vatore #morgyn ember #grace anansi #emilia ernest #tomax collette #i may or may not have split this in two purely to add in more angles of the flying poses #i'm very proud of them ok #i was also just obsessed with the magic realm vibes in general and loved doing a more dreamy saturated editing style <3

[greatpistachiopie]

where the wave has grazed the reach of green

and the wood by gentle sea

we count the coming of the tide

by a love as old as time

#i love the wizard the witch and the wild one so much #what brennan aabria erika lou and taylor are doing on this podcast is nothing short of pure magic #every episode leaves me at awe and im just aaaaa i love it sm #AND THE SONG!!! #the rain road is everything to me #fanart #digital art #worlds beyond number #worlds beyond number spoilers #wbn fanart #wbn pod #the wizard the witch and the wild one #orima of the reaching green #orima #naram #naram the wave lord #wwwo #wwwo spoilers

[gracebethartacc]

man i love daughter of discord

Grace “I think shipkids are overdone/just feel like fusions at times/not creative” Beth makes a shipkid out of pure boredom and fluttercord brainrot coming back

UPDATE I DREW MORE STUFF YAYYYY

#I’m also tempted to do a thorax or changeling kid just purely bc I love the changelings so so much and also DOD homage idk #fluttercord #fluttershy x discord #discord x fluttershy #mlp #mlp next gen #my litte pony #my little pony friendship is magic #mlp fim #mlp g4 #ship kids

[profoundmakerdreamerss-blog]

You know what's scary to think about? How inbreeding caused the gaunts to basically die out. How black madness is so prominent — and one or two more generation they might end up where Gaunts were (if they continued the marriage in family for a “pure bloodline”). Imagine, in a world where Voldemort actually won, and if we follow the theory of Voldemort wanting to destroy the world; just imagine, purebloods basically killing themselves by following this line of marriage — Imagine, how horrifying the results would be as they slowly die out.

#like #if we sit down ans think for a second #what inbreeding truly does #how it is the reason why a lot of diseases end up mutating and kills the whole line #in real life #imagine purebloods obsession with keeping the blood pure ends uo being the reason why magic dies #after they destroy the people with apparent bad “blood” #harry potter #Voldemort #idfk #its just thoughts #harry potter meta #tom riddle #black family #the gaunts

[rosepompadour]

THE PATTIE BOYD PLAYLIST and other assorted love songs

#george's songs about pattie > eric's songs about pattie #i'm not denying that layla is a straight banger (that piano outro is embedded in my soul) #but i'll take 'my love is there for you any time of day' to the outright emotional manipulation clapton was capable of #tbh any pattie song is bound to be a masterpiece just because she's pure magic #i could write a fan magazine about my rock 'n roll party queen 🩷 #pattie boyd #the beatles #beatlesedit #*

[mkstrigidae]

Coming back from the dead is the kind of thing that can really fuck up your weekend, as Jon has recently found out (especially considering that he’d paid a mint for those concert tickets, thanks). On one hand, the bureau paperwork is horrifying, and the less said about his skyrocketing health insurance premiums or this year's taxes, the better. On the other hand, though, Sansa Stark, the pretty head of the medical/pathology research division and long-time object of Jon's affections, has insisted on giving him her utmost attention until she’s sure he’s back on his feet and fully among the living.

#my writing #my fics #jonsa fic #jonsa #jon snow x sansa stark #asoiaf fanfic #asoiaf fanfiction #got fanfic #a small goofy slightly gory oneshot of a workplace comedy? #Idk sometimes you just write something purely for yourself because it makes you personally laugh #weirdly this is one of my more romance-centered stories #despite the fact that it spends a lot of time talking about the biological implications of having been dead #like Jon does die but he also gets better right away so nobody is angsting about it #modern AU #Modern AU with magic and the paranormal #Sansa as a pathologist/medical researcher for a vague paranormal/magic government agency #Jon as a unit chief for paranormal artifact acquisition #(i.e. he's indiana jones but with paperwork) #Sansa and Qyburn as rival medical researchers who fucking hate each other #I'm trying to get back into the swing of writing AND editing and this was a good exercise plus it was also just fun to write #i make no promises about the biological accuracy of the symptoms of reanimation but it makes for a funny background thing #Melisandre as the bureau necromancer and resident office gossip

[anxiously-sidequesting]

Hey so I'm curious, if y'all have ever thought about this reblog/tags/notes with your favorite spell casting sound (the little music notes/sounds that play as you cast a spell)

#y'all already know what my answer is LMAAOOOOO #like i think my second favorite is..... wow its hard #ice and death sound so pretty. im leaning towards death because of the night sounds and the rippling water/river noises #and also its just my aesthetic the fucking wet snarl at the end is so mecore #i also like the balance spell sound. it fucks #OKAY WAIT I ALSO LIKE THE STAR SPELL SOUND #the little magical plink at the end. it makes my autism happy #whoever composed the music/sounds for each spell deserves 1 billion dollars because they're so creative and pleasant #like the variety. shadow magic sounds warped/whisper like and balance ice life and storm are just pure music #also the different instruments for different magic schools!!?!?!? the horns for fire and the string instruments for life???? THATS SO SMART #i just like sounds. sounds sre pleasing to me #idk if anyone has ever paid attention to the spell music or if im just odd #but even as a kid that always stood out to me. its the reason why i have moderate tinnitus #if kingsisle released like ost for each magic school i would pay thousands for each track #like an asmr ambience of each magic school that sounds so pleasing #except for fire idk why that just gives me the “not relaxing” vibes. itd be like intense orchestra music #wizard101 #wiz101 #w101 #text posts

[britcision]

So.

Watched The Giggle.

Guys.

Guys.

About 10-15 years ago I went on an Old Who binge. Like, raided Daily Motion, downloaded the full episodes list from Hartnell to Baker and then every episode with the Master or the Rani

And went for every “lost episode”, a bunch of which are on Audible

And

You know who my favourite was?

My most favourite Old Who thing that I went on a jillion tweet rant about how they should bring back immediately?

The fucking Toymaker

I LOVED him

Favourite guy

And you know the other thing? That… complicates the memory?

I don’t visualise. At all, ever, so I also don’t really remember things in visual aspects, so not being able to visualise what those episodes looked like? Meant nothing to me

That’s normal

I spent the whole damn episode with just the very most nostalgia and delight and also yes, the feeling of “this is so very familiar but I don’t know what it should look like”

Like… I knew it was black and white cuz it was Hartnell

But I couldn’t remember a single visual aspect of those episodes, but it still felt so… perfect. So right

Guys

Guys

There fucking ISN’T video of the first three fucking episodes in that arc. There just isn’t. It’s gone. We have the audio and some stills and some saint has made a kinda audiobook version and then shackled themselves to Audible for some ungodly reason and given us the arc that way

I WAS TRYING TO REMEMBER VIDEO FOR EPISODES I KNEW I LOVED BUT HAD ACTUALLY NEVER SEEN BUT I COULD NOT TELL BECAUSE I AM GODDAMN APHANTASMIC AND CAN’T VISUALISE THE EPISODE I JUST WATCHED

this is all the Toymaker’s fault and Neil Patrick Harris was so fucking perfect and I loved that he came in to do a musical number and then left for no fucking reason

He gave me life and also epic catch was Fine I Guess but someone needs to challenge the Toymaker to a ttrpg, particularly one like DnD or Pathfinder that does not have a win condition because I feel like that would upset him so much but also he wouldn’t notice for like 8 years

#dw spoilers #doctor who spoilers #the giggle #it was the full magic of childhood man #like a christmas special has never given me such pure nostalgic joy #the toymaker was just… iconic #fucking ILLEGAL they never brought him back before now #the salt thing was ridiculous fuck that nonsense just gimme that trickster bitch i’ll fold him into a paper airplane #the toymaker #the celestial toymaker #he was q before there was q #the light in my life the star in my sky #give me one (1) silly bitch with a penchant for deadly games #fucking daily motion lost all the good who too #and my fucking download app died #i lost all of it

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Betty is so relatable I would do the same shit for my wife

#simon petrikov #original #at #the moment where she declares that she's jumping into the future to save him. just pure save-husband impulse #and maybe she made the wrong choice but I felt the emotion in my gut and that's good tragedy baby #I would do the same thing and then be in the future and realize I probably fucked up but also what else could I do but #devote my entire life and sanity to saving her after I have destroyed every other option?? #it's not healthy necessarily but a fucking apocalypse happened and her wife is in eternal torment. what else could she possibly do?? #I'm just obsessed with the attitude she has towards saving him and how it turns from joyful heroism to unhealthy obsession #I have a much healthier relationship with my wife. but also she's never been driven mad by a magical crowd for a thousand years! #and Betty did it!! y'all can argue about whether Ice King was better than Simon and I think he must make peace with every part of himself #but it is extremely consistent in the original series that being Ice King is basically this existentially horrifying Eternal torture #so the fact that someone who loved him decided they would save him from that at all costs is very sad and very beautiful #beautiful because no one deserves to suffer forever. tragic because she was far to willing to take his place if she had to. #betty grof #fionna and cake #golbetty #golb #*driven mad by a magical crown #you forgot your floaties #edit: upon rewatching every episode with betty in it i will say i don't think i would be so hellbent on murdering the person she had become #betty does act selfishly and it makes her character more compelling #but i like to think if my wife went banana-pants ice-king-level bonkers i would be able to love that version of her too #but who's to say whether this story would be the reason I responded differently? #it's a good story