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klanceficatalogue · 8 months

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YES YALL ARE BACK!! gimme some recs to fall back head first into the klance fandom (ofmd and good omens have been giving me brainrot recently and i miss my boys) fluff, mutual pining, and under 15k appreciated! so happy y’all are back!!

WOO sure! - K

blind spots by adelfie (1/1 | 3,896 | Teen and Up)

Lance knows something’s wrong. Keith turns his gaze on him, dark eyes latching onto him like an anchor. Normally this is when Lance can think of something stupid to say to make Keith smile. Bonus points if he can get a laugh. Usually it isn’t hard — smiles come easy when it’s them. But something is wrong, and Lance knows that Keith’s smile will be the farthest thing from him if he says it. -- Lance gets hurt during a mission with Keith and the Blades.

//injuries

In a Cabin By the Sea by wittyy_name (1/1 | 11,397 | Teen and Up)

Time seems to stand still on Keith’s quiet little beach. Far from civilization, in an old cabin filled with memories, he often feels like he’s living in a bubble. A peaceful bubble, but a solitary one. While he can’t imagine living anywhere else— far too drawn to the magic of the ocean and the beauty in silence— he sometimes wishes that his home was a little less cold and a little less lonely. Those wishes come true the day he rescues an injured sea lion on the beach. It just takes him a while to figure it out.

better together by ShatterinSeconds (1/1 | 4,553 | Teen and Up)

“But you decided to get stuck with me for months on end.” Lance’s gaze shifts back to Keith. “Why?” “You’re the only one who can deal with my bullshit and call me out on it,” Keith continues to indulge Lance. “Not to mention your command and combat skills.” “All true. You are a bit of a handful.” Lance flushes a light shade of pink at the praise but it must not be as subtle as he thinks because he hears Keith whisper, “Now that’s cute.” (or, Lance pines for Keith in not so subtle ways)

(past allura/lance)

#asks #anon #klance #voltron #vld #klance fic #voltron fic #one shot #teen and up #fluff #mutual pining #1to5k

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chaotic-autumn · 1 year

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ok so here's where I'm at with the good omens + ofmd brainrot:

the thing that really butters my bread about ofmd is the way these two men have lived forty odd years on earth never feeling comfortable with themselves or the lives they were living, and then in an instant they see a future better than any they ever previously thought possible as soon as they meet each other. And it's so beautiful and hopeful bc it's just like. It's never too late. And also. Yes it's such a rare and precious thing to meet someone who sees you and understands you so completely and immediately at the perfect moment of your life when you need them most, and just. It's never too late for that to happen and it's never too late to admit that ur unhappy and do something about it

And Good Omens is giving me this related but different kind of hope and happiness of just. It is so beautiful to know someone so well. And have known them for so long. And still feel so giddy in their presence and still find new ways and new reasons to love them. Even like. Thousands of lifetimes later. Like there truly are people who you could spend infinite lifetimes with and only ever love them more through all that time. And we get their meet cute and the thrill of first love as this backstory montage. And we see how this relationship has deepened and strengthed and they are an old married couple in the best way. But also even from the beginning it feels a little like they could never have possibly not known each other?

Idk I'm just screaming and crying over here because watching these two shows back to back has made me feel uncynical about love for the first time maybe ever?

#my parents have an unhappy marriage that i have known is unhappy for as long as i can remember #and im realizing now how much this did to stop me from believing that love as it is talked and written about in stories actually exists #i just grew up around so many unhappy marriages #idk #my brain is soup over here #but at least ive got 2 brain cells now #one for good omens and one for ofmd #ofmd meta #ofmd #good omens #our flag means death #good omens meta #gentlebeard #blackbonnet #ineffable husbands #chaotic textpost

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soupbtch · 4 months

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I’ve been having a really tough time parsing through my feelings about this because they keep changing. It’s kind of silly, too, when you put it under a microscope. All love is, I guess. That’s what this is. And I’ve had a lifelong track record of loving things too hard. Not to say that it isn’t always worth it, though it’s hard to feel that way in the immediate aftermath of things coming to an end before you’re ready.

(Putting the rest of this under the cut because it is entirely too long and personal and self-indulgent. Yes, this is about the OFMD cancellation.)

I’m not a superstitious person, with the exception of talking about things I’m excited about. If I’m waiting for an offer letter from a new job, or to hear from someone, something to happen, I have the constant feeling that if I open my mouth and express my excitement out loud, put my intentions out into the world with my own breath and teeth, push it out with my tongue, it means the thing won’t happen. My words will shift the air and it will bite back. There is shaky, empirical evidence for this. I know that, logically. In my heart, though, the fear of vulnerability lives on. Of being known and seen and disappointed.

The last several years, I got better at guarding my heart. I built strong walls. I’ve kept myself from touching things I know will draw me in too deeply, avoided looking at things I knew would break me in half. Preemptive measures to avoid potential heartbreak. (A large reason for this, I’m sure now, was the long-term (bad) relationship I was in until 7 months ago, which demanded all of my attention and emotions to maintain to the point that anything more pressing to my heart would cause the whole house of cards to collapse around me.) I kept my distance from OFMD until I was sure it wasn’t queerbaiting, after season 1 finished airing. And even as I watched it and immediately after, I kept my mouth shut about wanting a season 2. I wasn’t back on tumblr at the time (another instance of me keeping myself from touching things that will pull me in with crushing force). I only had one real life friend to talk to about the show, and even then, I held back. Only let the words whisper out of the corner of my mouth, eyes shifting. I didn’t want to let myself slip. I didn’t want to show my heart for fear of it getting ripped out. I kept the walls up.

When the season 2 trailer dropped, I felt it creeping in, despite my best efforts. I craved it. With an affable hand, it was tapping on the gate to my heart that had been shut since I left the depths of fandoms in 2013. My bad relationship had ended just a few months prior to this. I was free-falling. Vulnerable.

Season 2 reached for my heart. Tentatively, I opened the gate. I invited it in. I dove towards it. I rejoined tumblr. The brainrot set in not shortly after, a familiar friend. The truth is, it could have been anything. It could have been Good Omens, had I opened the gate a few months earlier. It could have been fucking Doctor Who again. But it wasn’t. It was the gay pirates, the middle-aged men, the nonbinary actor playing a nonbinary character, the people of color, the music, the writing, the story, the actors.

Stede and Ed were experiencing identity crises and so was I. One of the reasons my ex cited for dumping me was that he wasn’t attracted to me anymore after the years of me slowly discovering I was queer and nonbinary while we were together. After I had top surgery, he didn’t love me anymore. He broke up with me during pride month. My identity was coming into focus gradually as the foothold slipped out from under me. Simultaneously, on my TV screen, I see Stede realize he’s in love with Ed. I see Ed lose his grip when his foothold slips out from under him, too; his shaky, fresh identity and bravery free-falling around him under the words “I should have let the English kill you,” spat at him for being soft and vulnerable. I see him lose himself in suicidal patterns, familiar. I feel unlovable, and I hear Ed echo my thoughts. I see him come back from the ledge, healing slowly. I see budding happiness. I see love and self-acceptance. I see the crew experiencing so much queer joy it makes my heart ache. I see the fandom experiencing queer joy around me, too. I experience unbridled queer joy for the first time in my life.

I start reading fanfiction again (a door I kept firmly shut and locked for a decade). I want more, to chase the high of queer joy as I read Ed and Stede finding each other and falling in love again and again, in a million different universes. I deepen my connections. I’m finding my foothold again. I form tentative friendships with other people in the fandom. We excitedly post about the season 3 renewal announcement we’re certain is coming. We laugh. We count down the hours together every day for the first week and a half of 2024. A shared delusion, maybe, but all signs were pointing north, and we were traveling there together. I stand up a little straighter. I feel less afraid of being vulnerable. I feel a little bit more lovable.

I let myself hope. I get excited, confident. I talk about the show and the impending renewal announcement with my own mouth and teeth and breath to anyone who will listen. I push the words out with my tongue as the walls around my heart are reduced to rubble against my ribcage. My heart beats defiantly for the whole world to hear.

We know what happens next. I’m free-falling again. It’s silly, right? I wrote all this out to help myself process my emotions, why the cancellation hit me like a wrecking ball, and I feel sillier for it. I feel silly for my heart being so large, for feeling things too much. I feel silly for letting my guard down and letting myself get hurt. For loving things too hard with no plan of how to let go. After a lifetime of this, I should know better.

This show doesn’t define who I am; I already had a pretty firm grasp on that before I ever hit play on the pilot. It’s not life or death. But it helped me find my tender heart again, the me from 10 years ago, the fearless one. It made me fearless again. It made me love again. And at the end of the day, season 3 or no, that means the most to me, and I am endlessly thankful for this heartbreak.

If we’ve never talked before, hi, I’m Danny. Thanks for reading this. I love y’all, crazy little gay people in my phone. I will keep talking about OFMD until the day I die. Hold my hand, let’s be fearless together.

#ofmd #our flag means death #enby things #danny.xls

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zemantler · 9 months

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Hiiiiii Just ran across your Good Omens video on Youtube and I just want to say you are spot on with the analysis!! I also feel like we are living through something momentous haha. I haven’t been this overcome with fandom brainrot in a good long while lol. Cya around : )

Haha i'm glad u liked it!! Tbh same, I think the last time I had a hyperfixation like this was may 2022 with ofmd :D

#yt

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ghoulboyspooks · 3 months

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Introduction Post!

hi im ghoul :] he/him im a multifandom artist living in texas (born and raised) and im currently going to school to become a museum technician!

i usually draw fanart on whatever it is im hyperfixated on, or my given special interests (mcr + fob)

Current Hyperfixation: Dimension 20 and Drop Out TV! (condition of brainrot: severe)

please please please talk to me about any of my other favorite medias im so normal about them

other medias include: Hannibal, Swiss Army Man, The Batman, Paul Dano films tbh, Supernatural, Doctor Who, WWDITS, OFMD, Good Omens, The Social Network, Eidola, PUP the band, Bendigo Fletcher and Big Top Burger

#artist intro #artist on tumblr #fanartist #dimension 20 #d20 #mcr #my chemical romance #fall out boy #nbc hannibal #hannibal fandom #dimension 20 fandom #brenna lee mulligan

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delicatesciencequartzflap · 6 months

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Fuck migraines. Honestly of the chronic illnesses and disabilities I have they are the only one I would get rid of. I can live with the rest but the migraines wreck me so much more than everything else. I can't think or do much when I have one and the worst ones like I have now can stay around for weeks at a time and make it so I can't do anything.

I know it's internalised ableism that makes me mad at myself for not being able to do stuff when I have a migraine, but I still get so frustrated because I get really bad off mentally with migraines. I keep telling myself it's okay to not be able to do stuff, migraines are horrible neurological events that fuck up bodies and everything. Mine never stop I just get weeks where they are so much worse than normal and don't respond to any meds.

I cant focus to do anything. I try to read, I try to write, I try to play games. I just want to distract from this horrible pain. I've been trying to focus on my Good Omens and OFMD brainrot, but it's not enough right now. Normally yelling in the Izzy Canyon or reading ficn is great distraction but thinking and focusing is hard.

My cats have been keeping an eye on me. Luna and Izzy Bashir have been laying in my lap consistently for the last few days they like to keep an eye on me when I'm not doing well. I have good babies.

I wanna read some fluffy fic I'd look for pod fic but talking sounds like adult in old Peanuts cartoons so I can't get fic that way right now. Ugh this will break I just have to wait. Until then I guess I'll just keep trying to keep it together and keep calm mentally. Hopefully I can control the worst thoughts

#personal #chronic migraine #migraine #good omens #ofmd #mental health

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