@blakbonnet @saltpepperbeard Your post has come to fruition…this comic hurt my teeth with its sweetness!! I should apologize for how long it is but...I won't.
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ID: 1. Full body of Stede and Ed standing in an 80s grocery store. Ed, wearing a black tee shirt tucked into lightwash jeans, black boots, a light blue handkerchief in his back left pocket, and his hair in a high ponytail, is standing with an empty grocery cart with both hands on the handle and one foot up on the bottom basket. He glances from the empty cart and then to Stede, waggling his eyebrows suggestively. Stede, wearing a retro-patterned teal and purple short sleeved button up tucked into pleated khaki slacks, brown leather loafers, and a gold watch, his hair swept back in a big feathered quiff, holds his hands up defensively with a nervous smile. He says, “Oh- Darling, no. No, no, I’m too big!”
2a. Ed begins to stalk towards Stede with a mischievous grin, arms out in a grabbing motion. Stede backs up, smile growing even as his eyes narrow in warning and his hands try to bat him away. “Ed.” he says shortly. 2b. Ed darts forward and grabs Stede around the waist, scooping him up over his shoulder. Stede bursts into laughter, face going red, and yells “Ed! Put me down, you’ll hurt yourself!” 2c. Ed walks back toward their cart with Stede flopped over his shoulder and sings, “Nonsense, love!” In the background, there is a young brown woman wearing a patterned jumpsuit with long dark feathered hair facing the shelves as she browses cereal. There is a baby over her shoulder wearing teal overalls who catches Stede’s eye as they pass and reaches out a chubby little hand to wave at him in solidarity. Stede waves back automatically, clearly embarrassed but unable to stop smiling.
3a. Ed half-falls into the cart with a punched-out “Oof!” as he flops Stede down into it butt-first, his face buried in Stede’s chest and Stede’s legs flying up around him. 3b. Ed lifts himself up with his arms braced on either side of Stede, nose-to-nose with his husband who has sat up in the cart with a silly grin, one leg thrown over the side. Ed continues the previous conversation with a soft smile, “It’s like holding a couple of grapes.” 3c. Ed closes the last inch between them to smack a kiss on the tip of Stede’s nose. Stede reddens and snorts out a laugh.
4. Close up on the woman in their aisle as she chooses a cereal called “Matey Puffs” featuring a white cartoon Blackbeard with a hook hand. She glances over in confusion at Ed and Stede as they zoom away, Stede tucked in the cart and Ed driving, both giggling uncontrollably. The baby continues to wave after them.
5. Text reading “Later…”
6a. Stede and Ed waiting in line at the checkout. Stede is still in the cart, knees pulled to his chest, now surrounded by piles of groceries including a bottle of L&P soda, a bag of shredded cheese, a head of romaine lettuce, a bottle of wine, a few packs of meat, a bag of apples, a bag of Twisties, a loaf of bread, a bag of Roshuns, several packs of spaghetti, and a few miscellaneous cartons and jars. Ed, one hand on the cart handle, suddenly smacks the heel of his other hand against his forehead with a “duh!” expression. He exclaims, “Oh, shit! We forgot the oranges!” Stede turns his head around shoot him an annoyed look and replies, “What?? That’s the whole reason we came!” 6b. Ed runs off in a cloud of dust, shouting behind him, “BRB, Baby! Kiss kiss!” Stede cranes his neck after him in panic, unable to move from his grocery prison, calling, “Wai- Ed! Ed!!” 6c. Stede turns back around, red faced, sweating with nerves, and now a middle aged man alone in a full grocery cart. In front of him in queue is a bald man resembling Black Pete in a white suit with the sleeves rolled up, pushing his own cart. Behind him are an older dark-skinned woman with short gray hair wearing a puff sleeve shirt, long pink skirt, and pearls, holding a full basket with both hands and a large Māori man resembling Fang in a pink polo shirt and pleated khakis with a bag of dog food under one arm. They both step forward automatically to fill Ed’s vacated space.
7a. The older woman leans forward toward Stede with a small smile, saying, “You and your husband are very sweet.” Stede cranes his neck around to smile at her nervously, replying, “Oh! Thank you…” 7b. The woman loosens one hand from her basket to place it on Stede’s cart, continuing, “Let me push you forward, the queue is moving.” Stede drops his chin to his chest in relief, breathing out a much more genuine “Thank you.”
8a. Text at the top reads “9 minutes later”; Stede has reached the front of the line. The employee, who resembles Izzy, is wearing a blue striped button up and red bow tie under a yellow apron and stands, one hand hovering over the register as he stares down silently at Stede. Stede, looking small and scared, barely able to peek over the edge of the counter, stares back sweatily with wide eyes and says, “Ummm…” 8b. The employee startles as Stede cracks his head back and screams at the top of his lungs, “Ed!! Darling, where are you?? We have a problem!!”
9a. Ed suddenly zooms into view holding a bag of oranges, sliding smoothly between Stede and the register with a grin and a wink. He says, “Never fear, my love! I’m here!” Stede smiles hugely at him, full of relief and love. Behind them, the Izzy-like employee just glares at them, looking extremely tired, revealing he is wearing a large anachronistic button that says “service with a smile”. Stede cries, “You came back!” Ed replies, “Never left.” Both their speech bubbles are filled with pink hearts. 9b. Text in parentheses at the top says “he really didn’t.” We now see Ed from earlier, already holding the bag of oranges, peeking out from behind a shelf with a warm expression. He giggles, one hand to his cheek, as he observes Stede’s predicament from afar. Offscreen, Stede is saying, “Oh- Louise, we’re moving again.” Louise, presumably the older woman behind him in line, responds, “I’ve got you!” Stede continues, “Haha, getting awfully close to the front, aren’t we… I wonder what’s taking Ed so long…” /end ID
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I've seen when people write Reader and Ghost as Life and Death, Ghost is always Death while Reader is Life. Which is fine, no hate to them, but imagine with me: Life!Ghost and Death!Reader.
I know it sounds a little out there, but Ghost's entire job as a soldier is to help ensure people in his country are safe. He's fighting for Life.
Also like, who says Life can't kill? If we look into mythology, gods of death don't take people's souls, they just guide the souls to their respective afterlives. If anything, Life is the one guiding the circumstances that kill mortals while Death is the one who guides their souls to their resting places. Life is the one killing them.
And I know someone can say "Oh, but Ghost is gloomy and Life is supposed to sunshiney." Who says? I think both Reader and Ghost can be gloomy people together, in two different ways. Reader just appears out of the shadows, gently taking the dead soul via however they transport souls to afterlives while Ghost is his snarky self.
Imagine, an enemy soldier seeing Ghost corner them in a battlefield and is like "Have you come to take me, Death?"
And Ghost just responds, "I'm Life, actually. They're Death."
And as the enemy soldier turns to face Reader who walks out of the shadows that had encased them, Ghost stabs the enemy soldier. And when they're dead, Reader silently takes them to their designated afterlife.
I don't know if any of this actually made sense to anyone except for me. But if you see the vision, I'm glad.
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I know I just said that we shouldn't categorize people in history, but when it comes to the presidential podcast, I do find myself sorting presidents into "good" and "garbage" piles based on how they treated their wife.
Good
Ulysses S. Grant gets top marks here. I'm not crazy about his wife, but he was, and they're cute together. She was sunny and upbeat enough to boost him through a lot of years of struggle, and he was devoted to both her and the children.
Theodore Roosevelt was a loving husband to both his wives and a ridiculously devoted father to all his children.
James Garfield starts out in the garbage pile because he married her without love and had an affair, but the way they both overcame that to fall deeply in love is a pretty beautiful redemption.
Woodrow Wilson seems to have had a pretty good relationship with his wife. I know less about them so this is a tentative classification, but she was willing to basically help run the country after his stroke, so it suggests there was something good there.
Garbage
Warren Harding reigns in the garbage can. Multiple unrepentant affairs with long-term mistresses.
FDR was already on pretty shaky ground in my mind, but once I learned he had an affair with Eleanor's secretary, and then Eleanor stayed with him through polio, and then at his death he was with this same secretary while Eleanor was away, he lost a lot of points.
Middle Ground
Lincoln and his wife had a pretty rocky relationship, but from what I can tell they tried to make it work and were planning on taking steps to improve things before his death.
Chester Arthur's wife hated that he was constantly away on political business, which gives him a lot of bad husband points, but also she did want that high-class, high-status lifestyle, and from what I can tell he did love her and had a lot of regrets after she died.
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💙 All the ways that you remain by Spodumene
💙 All the ways that you remain
by Spodumene
G, 23k, Wangxian
Summary: When Lan Zhan must return to Shanghai for a month, he leaves his beloved home in the care of Wei Ying, a timely new acquaintance. But what happens when Lan Zhan returns to find that Wei Ying has nowhere else to go?
Kay's comments: The yearning in this story was strong! My yearning! To live this kind of cottagecore dream life! Lan Zhan being in Shanghai isn't a large portion of the story, because he cuts his visit short relatively soon after tensions arise between him and his uncle and also there's a gas leak back at the cottage that Wei Ying is watching. Since he returned early, he offers Wei Ying to stay with him for the remainder of the month and what follows is so much soft yearning and falling in love and just a story about two people who grow to call each other their home.
Wei Ying is also a landscape architect in this and starts reviving the yard behind the cottage, while Lan Zhan works to archive his mother's writings. Both of them carry burdens with them, which they'll eventually share. Ah, just this story! Such a soft and comforting slow-burn, really what my heart needed in this cold, cold winter.
Excerpt: “Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying says again, voice wavering just a little. “You really don’t have to.”
“I want to,” Lan Zhan repeats. “Wei Ying. Please stay.”
Something dark flickers across the surface of Wei Ying’s eyes, but it disappears so fast, Lan Zhan wonders if he imagined it. He’s gone perfectly still, staring at Lan Zhan like he’s never seen him before, and Lan Zhan waits, his heartbeat loud in his ears.
Finally, Wei Ying speaks.
“Okay,” he says, his voice small and tentative, and Lan Zhan can feel his own shoulders relaxing. He hadn’t realized just how tense he’d become.
Excerpt²: Lan Zhan watches as Wei Ying crouches down, offering each rabbit a treat as they emerge. Yin takes his immediately, but Yang sniffs suspiciously at Wei Ying’s fingers before finally accepting the tasty morsel. Wei Ying pets them both in turn, cooing softly as they respond to his ministrations, and Lan Zhan feels another incessant tug.
“I knew I’d win you over,” Wei Ying is saying to Yang, who is nosing at Wei Ying’s hand in hope of more treats. “You totally love me.”
Lan Zhan flushes from head to toe, his whole body suddenly aflame.
Oh no, he thinks.
modern setting, modern no powers, canada, romance, first meetings, cottagecore, first meetings, there was only one bed, mentions of parent death, getting together, getting together, soft wangxian, pov wei wuxian, landscape artist wei wuxian, archive worker lan wangji, @spodumene
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(Please REBLOG as a signal boost for this hard-working author if you like – or think others might like – this story.)
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"Don't Ever Die On Me Again" (a ghoap tangled au drabble)
proofread by @dasjansel (you're a gem, ily <3)
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Soap woke up gasping for air.
The silky sheets felt sickeningly smooth in his grasp as he frantically looked for something to ground him, in the end opting to hug his own body.
Deep breaths, he reminded himself. Ghost wasn't dead, he reminded himself. And yet he'd just seen it again. Logically, he knew it was a nightmare but everything still felt so real—too real. This time he wasn't able to save him. He'd cried and cried but it hadn't worked. That was when he finally woke up, a sob still caught in his throat.
He slowly turned around and saw Ghost, sound asleep next to him. Only then did he feel air slowly return to his lungs again.
Soap reached out hesitantly to brush a strand of hair out of his face and Ghost stirred in his sleep. He looked so peaceful and so beautiful, Soap thought as he sat still in the darkness, silently observing the man next to him with what little moonlight he had.
His man. His husband, the ring around his finger gently reminded him. Funny thing that was. He tore his gaze from Ghost's face just for a moment to glance down at his hand before settling back down into bed. Soap laid his head on his chest and wrapped an arm tightly around his waist.
Ghost finally stirred awake at the motion, always quick to wake. "W's wrong, Johnny?" he mumbled quietly, voice still gruff.
"Nothin', go back to sleep." He hesitated for a moment before tightening his hold on him and adding on, "Just don't you ever dare die on me again, okay?"
It was practically inaudible but from where Soap was laying his head he could feel Ghost's chest rumble with a laugh, "Not plannin' to, Goldie," he nuzzled his face against Soap's hair—very much not gold anymore, instead dull brown and cut into a short mohawk—and pressed a gentle kiss on his forehead, "it'd mean missing out on this."
Soap lifted his head up to look at him and although he could barely make out his face in the darkness, he leaned forward to press their lips together briefly.
"Good. It's an order from the prince, so you better." He smiled at his own joke that earned him another chuckle out of Ghost.
"Get back to sleep, idiot." He said and shifted his body to pull Soap closer before they both drifted off again.
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