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mrhelicoprion · 4 years

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Non-primes for the writer asks

1. Something magic, something science, something fun, something less than pious

4. 3 in 1, I've got a world within which I can place three current projects, one of heroes, one of chocolate, one of the strange

6. I'm not good at finishing/pacing myself in detail

8. That's a very good question, though the only bit of actual heartfelt dialogue I've written was stolen from me (like the paper on which I wrote it on was stolen (and probably burned now))

9. Nothing I write is "hard" for me, but that might well be because I'm not pushing my boundaries

10. Easiest was "Chronicles of the Demon King" which encompassed 3 (complete) books and 2 incomplete stories

12. I don't know about that. Probably something from Dirk Gently

14. To plan everything out before you start writing

15. All of them! But more specifically the hero one (has to do better than DC amiright?)

16. Johnrezi (historically I suck at writing relationships, but we'll see how things go)

18. Google Docs, Google Slides, Google Sheets, my computer notes app, my phone notes app, sticky notes, journals, and plain paper

20. All by myself!

21. Never published! Didn't know how, didn't know where, and wasn't allowed until like, 2 weeks ago

22. Drake sat in the passenger compartment of a transport ship, one of only several hundred in existence. Space transports were extremely expensive to manufacture and a lot of the technology used in them had not been approved for public use so flying cars were still not a real thing, and besides, it was illegal.

Drake had been in a space transport once before when his parents had paid for him to go to space camp among the colonies around the earth. The trip back to earth was taken in an escape pod when the sector had caught fire and several parts exploded. Of the original 457 participants, 386 escaped. It was the most recent and worst catastrophe in the 21st century not involved in the third world war.

Last time Drake had been on a space transport he was having a great time, he was with some friends (who all survived the fire), he was on his way to space, and he was on his way to a fun vacation camp.

This time things were different. Drake was on his way back to earth, he was with his sister and a whole bunch of kids he’d never seen before, and he was basically being sent to his death.

The thing is that the earth was infested with monsters. Thin, black, indestructible, and ancient monsters from a civilization that time forgot until explorers accidentally released them in a blunder that would throw the future (which is very predictable due to the world’s great progress in all things worth getting better at) to the winds of fate.

24. See 21

25. A beta? (Only betas I know are fish and sburb)

26. Beta...? Oh! I go by BlaiddBeta on Steam, does that count?

27. Would be nice, but my attempts haven't gotten off the ground

28. Uh... Diane Duane...?

30. Sure

32. It's got a place in the world, I don't create it

33. Don't do bad drugs people, I guess

34. Absolutely no clue what that means :)

35. Yeah

36. I only know about A03 so

38. One time I had an acquaintance read "Interplanar" and that was a good thing

39. Not really, but it provokes thought

40. Y'all don't know what this means but ;)

Samantha slammed her fist on the ancient console, two cubes of tungsten popping into existence and clattering to the stone floor.

"Why is it still falling? We sent them the materials they needed to fix this!"

Herin tilted their head in a shrug, crawling over to get a better look at the monitors.

"They've misapplied the sealing foam, they didn't have enough in the end"

Samantha groaned and covered her face with a hand

"Any change in the collision trajectory?"

"It should strike the school in 1 hour"

Samantha spun around and conjured up a radio and began to add modules and several batteries, the materials appearing out of nothing.

An LED flicked on and Samantha yelled into the microphone

"There is a space station on a collision course with the school, get out of there now!"

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Over the school's PA a voice crackled, telling the occupants to get out, and had this message happened on a day that was not today they might have been able to listen.

This was not that day.

The Angel, her fists bloodied and with red spattered across her wings stalked across the cafeteria to the small group of people armed with various weapons one might expect to find in the apocalypse. None had proved very useful.

Behind the bloody Angel lay a demon clutching his stomach, lying in a small pool of red blood turning black. Another demon stood over him, her skin burning red and with sightless sets of yellow eyes, and behind them lay an angel with shadows clutching her neck.

"Leave us alone!" Andrew yelled brandishing a shovel

"No" the Angel said simply

Andrew disappeared and then reappeared over and over again in the act of whacking, landing blow after blow until she lashed out with a clear green energy and Andrew fell to the floor his chest slashed up

"It sounds like this blasted school is soon to be destroyed" the angel smiled, "now the question is whether you'll be in here or with me when it is."

Nobody moved

"If that's how it's-" she began before being engulfed in a stream of fire from Drake

"Quick! The windows!" He yelled straining to increase the temperature

A hail of gunfire shattered a few windows and there was a mad dash for them

A second later Drake fell, his arms scratched up heavily

The Angel darted forward after the ones who were cutting their arms and shoulders on broken glass in their haste.

"No. You. Don't" she yelled, grabbing a chubby girl by the leg and throwing her back before grabbing a boy and doing the same to him

A fist connected with her shoulder with the force of a train, sending her flying back at a wall, but before she could hit it the shadows jumped forward, catching her.

The boy who punched her punched the wall, opening a hole barely large enough to squeeze through. He winced and punched it two more times before pushing people through the wider hole.

Almost everyone was out now, besides the 4 unconscious bodies.

The Angel ran to the windows and lashed out at them as they ran, cutting their backs as if with a whip, but they had escaped.

She snarled and turned in time to see Drake patching up Andrew.

"You!" She yelled, lunging for them, but they vanished before she could reach them, the other two bodies disappearing shortly later.

She stood, fists clenched, in the middle of the ruined cafeteria. Before turning to face her .

"They'll pay later. Let's get out of here. As much as I hated this place I don't want to be destroyed with it."

The red demon lifted the bleeding demon and the shadows enveloped the other Angel and followed her out.

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Samantha watched as the station hit the atmosphere and began to burn. Her shoulders slumped and she sat back on a chair she'd created for herself.

She crossed her arms on the desk and put her head down. Defeated.

"There's a good chance they escaped" Herin said, their animated expression glitching on their screen face. "Your radio functioned perfectly"

"Just leave me alone" she groaned "I'll find them in a bit, just let me sit here..."

Herin stared at her for a beat before crawling away to talk to the other Datans about this.

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bimbinis · 6 years

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Starting a new post cuz threading tag games clutters ppl’s dashes

Rules: tag fifteen people you want to get to know better

I was tagged by @lesbian-firecracker (thank u, I like this kinda stuff)

Tagging people now to spare people’s time: @nerdur, @zeezeepearl (as a formality cuz, yknow, I know her better than she does), @jenny-calendar, @fuck-yes-its-jrod, @freeman-t, @transmaschawkeye, @no-url-ideas-tho, @robinstome, @corporatepieceoftrash, @bakabun and whoever else who wants to do it, just say I tagged you. If I tagged you and you don’t wanna, that’s cool too.

I WOULD tag @kathubs if I didn’t know she doesn’t do these and it would be a waste of time.

1. Relationship status: accepted that I’m gonna die alone

2. Favorite color(s)? Purple!

3. Lipstick or chapstick? chapstick

4. Three favorite foods? uuuuuuh idk hot dog, pizza and noodles? idk

5. Last song I listened to: Help I’m Alive by Metric

6. Last movie I watched: Charlie and the Chocolate Factory (2005) (and the ‘71 one before that)

7. Top three shows: BtVS (duh), Crazy Ex-Girlfriend, Dirk Gently’s Holistic Detective Agency

8. Books I’m currently reading: Eles Não Usam Black-Tie by Gianfracesco Guarnieri (school read, bleh) and a long ass fic I haven’t picked up in a while

9. Last thing I googled: enem 2018

10. Time: 21:56

11. Song stuck in your head? I’m listening to music right now so I wouldn’t know but it would probably be either My Eyes from the Dr. Horrible’s Sing Along Blog OST or Synthetica by Metric

12. What are you wearing? pants and graphic tee

13. How many blankets do you sleep with? Usually two, but I’m good anywhere between 1 and 3

14. Dream trip? wherever the Whedoncon takes site so I could meet my online buddies

#first time ever I do one of these in the same day #tell me if you want me to put this under read more #tag game

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betweensceneswriter · 6 years

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Second Wife-Chapter 7 : Never Forgotten

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Previously - Chapter 6 : The Curse of Eve Lucky Jamie—he lives in a home with three women.

“I remember the first time I saw you, James Fraser, coming through the gates at Leoch. I was only seven years old, still a child. Ye didn’t notice back then how my heart leapt when you were near. You went away, all those years? I never forgot you” (The Reckoning, Outlander Season 102, Episode 1).

Jamie had shooed her off to bathe, and now Laoghaire was clean and warm, cuddled in her long nightdress, wrapped in a knitted shawl, stockinged feet propped on the hearth. This day had been especially hard for her. Something about Marsali beginning her courses triggered a despondent cascade of memories. She had been remembering and weeping all day long. When she was Marsali’s age, becoming a woman had been exciting to her. Here she was, living in Balriggan, with James Fraser as her husband. Wasn’t that what she had dreamed of all those years ago?

☆☆☆☆☆

She had been helping her grandmother in the kitchen when excited voices declared that the war chief’s party had returned to Leoch. Mrs. Fitz had bustled out of the kitchen to greet them, pulling her cap more firmly on her head for her trip out into the rainy courtyard.

“Dougal’s party is back?” Laoghaire attempted to ask the kitchen maids rushing by her. “I had thought they weren’t to return until the Gathering.” No one listened to her—they were hurrying to the windows to see which of the raiding party had returned, hoping that none of the men had been lost in the skirmishes, either with the Redcoats or the Watch.

“Who is that braw fellow with the hair like flames?” asked one of the girls. “Begorry, he’s a handsome devil, but he could do wi’ a wash.”

“I’ll help him wash, gladly!” jested one of the lassies of marriageable age, which elicited a bunch of knowing giggles from the other girls.

“I do believe that’s Jamie Fraser,” said one of the older women, the ones who had been working in the kitchen much longer, and therefore felt that they had a right to order the younger ones, such as Laoghaire, to do the things they felt beneath him. “I also see his godfather Murtagh in the party. I wouldna expected to see that lad here again. There’s a price on his head, ya ken.”

At the name, Laoghaire’s heart had dropped into her feet, and she worked even harder to press her way to the front of the group jostling for a view at the window. Jamie Fraser. When the lad had been about fourteen he had spent a year fostering with his uncle Dougal, and as a seven year old, she had been smitten with him immediately. He was tall, and muscular, big for his age even back then. He was a fierce combatant with the sword and dirk, and she would loiter at the edges of the practice field to see if she could catch a glimpse of him.

Not that he really noticed her, though one afternoon he had pulled her thick blonde braid in passing, and another time he remarked to the other lads he was with, “Aye, watch out for this one. When she grows up, she’ll be the bonniest lass at Leoch.”

Pressing to the window, Laoghaire could see him in the courtyard. Many of the other men had left their mounts immediately, but James Fraser was taking the time to care for his, gently removing his gear with some slight hesitation, his attention split between his horse and Mrs. Fitz, who had greeted most of the men and was now standing and talking to a bedraggled woman who appeared to be wearing a dirty torn shift that may have once been white.

Jamie was moving awkwardly and slowly, and when Laoghaire peered more closely, she could see that his right hand was bound to his chest with a belt, and what appeared to be a bandage was tied from his shoulder to his ribcage. There was blood on his face, as well, and his hair hung in wet clumps.

Laoghaire was pushed out of the way, and when she got back to the window, her grandmother, Jamie, and the woman in white were all gone. Her heart was pounding, and she raised her hands to her cheeks. She could feel herself flushing. Eight years ago, it had been. And at that time, a fourteen-year-old had little in common with a seven-year-old, especially when the fourteen-year-old was a boy and the seven-year-old was a girl. But at twenty-two and fifteen it was different; people often married who had more of an age spread than that.

Her grandmother’s cheery, loud voice preceded Mrs. Fitz’s return to the kitchen.

“I need some comfrey, some witch hazel, and some willow bark tea,” she announced. Laoghaire was quick to rush to her grandmother’s side.

“Willow bark tea? Is someone hurt?” Laoghaire asked.

“Young Jamie took a bullet to the shoulder, and the Sassenach woman, Mistress Beauchamp, is going to clean and dress it.”

“But you’re the healer here at Leoch, Gran,” Laoghaire responded in confusion.

“Well, I mayna need to continue, if Mistress Beauchamp has as much trainin’ as she seems to.”

Saffron MacKenzie had pulled together the requested items on a tray.

“May I take the things to the room where she’s tendin’ Jamie?” Laoghaire asked. She could nearly hear her heart pounding in her ears at the thought of seeing Jamie again.

“Thank you lass, but I can do it,” said Mrs. Fitz. “Yer Da is expectin’ ye home soon, anyway. He’ll need you to tend the animals and help wi’ the younger children. We do have dinner in the great hall tonight, so ye willna need to cook, unless ye are low on bannocks for breakfast.”

Laoghaire felt desperate to stay, but she also knew that if she wasn’t home right on time, Da would be angry. He didn’t trust her, now that she filled out her corset and that many eyes, those of boys and men alike, stared at her as she walked past. She’d never felt so conspicuous and she didn’t always like it, but she could tolerate the unwanted attention if it meant that Jamie Fraser would notice the ways she had matured as well.

Laoghaire wrapped her cloak around herself and strode off across the courtyard to the stable to retrieve Branaugh. At least she didn't have to walk to the village in this weather. She would have been soaked and had mud all over her skirts if she had to walk. It wouldn't even be worth it to go home.

She wished her Da would just let her live at the castle. He always insisted that she needed to be at home in her bed every night. All the other kitchen girls got to stay in small rooms in the servants’ wings, and they could be up until late in the hall, not having to rush home before the evening was done.

When Laoghaire reached the village, she dismounted. Branaugh didn't like walking on the cobblestones, so she needed to lead him through the walkways. Somehow he seemed calmer if she was in front of him instead of riding on his back.

She was nearly at her house when a dark, shadowy form leapt out from between the buildings and grabbed her about the waist, causing her to drop Branaugh’s lead.

"Hugh!" She exclaimed in irritation. "Why are you always trying to startle me?"

"Because ye flush when ye're frightened, and ye look so bonny when yer cheeks are pink!"

Laoghaire looked over at the fallen lead, but didn't pick it up. Branaugh was such a gentle mount that he would just stand until she was ready to go.

Hugh MacKenzie was 19. He had been trying to get Laoghaire to promise to marry him for the last year, but she just couldn't agree to it. He seemed a nice enough lad, but he was fat. Well, not fat, exactly, but very beefy and soft around the middle. He had taken ill with the chicken pox when he was a wee lad, and though he recovered from the illness, he was quite pockmarked with scars from the infection. So between his body, his greasy hair, and his scars, Laoghaire just wasn't ready to commit to him.

However, she wasn't rude enough to deny him every comfort. She looked up at him and took a step back into the shadows. He mirrored her with a step forward, then pressed his body gently against hers until her back hit the wall and she could go no further. He bent his face to hers and kissed her on the lips. It was nice, kissing. For a moment, she pretended she was kissing Jamie Fraser.

“O Ghiall, Laoghaire!" Hugh exclaimed, as he removed his lips from hers for a moment, then he bent to his work for a few more seconds. "Have you changed yer mind about getting’ marrit? I dinna ken what's gotten into you!"

If he would just stop talking it would work better, Laoghaire thought. She felt a sudden urge to allow more to happen, and Hugh must have felt the same thing at the same time, because he drew his hand upward and let his fingers rest on her bosom, right above the fabric of her shift.

Oh, it felt good. Laoghaire felt her breath catch in her throat. She closed her eyes, imagining it was the big red-haired Scotsman with one hand entwined in the curls at the back of her neck and the other enthusiastically trying to worm its way down into her tight corset. "Oh, Jamie," she felt herself whisper.

"Jamie?" Hugh exclaimed in disgust. "Ye ken it's Hugh! Who is Jamie?"

"Laoghaire?" another exclamation followed instantly afterward, in a gruff, masculine voice. "Ye wanton wee whore!" Hugh looked at her with terror in his eyes and dashed down the alleyway as quickly as he could.

She didn't get to eat dinner at Leoch that night. Instead Laoghaire was sequestered to her attic room, and her father made it very clear that he was taking her to the Hall the next day. He had warned her about her behavior with the lads before, and he was at his wit’s end with her. Maybe if The MacKenzie ordered a beating for her, she might finally stop making so free with every young lad who made eyes at her or paid her a compliment.

Laoghaire was terrified. It wasn't the beating itself that worried her—her father had beaten her with a belt before, so she knew how it would feel. The pain would pass. What she was terrified of was the utter humiliation of being beaten in the hall. Before all the men and the women, the Laird, the War Chief, even Letitia. And her Gran? Worst of all was the thought of Jamie Fraser watching. It didn't matter how buxom she had grown, how beautiful her flaxen hair, or pink her cheeks. If every time he looked at her he imagined her screaming out in pain while being held and beaten, humiliated in front of the crowd, he would never think of her in that way.

But as she awaited her punishment, she couldn't help but think back to the braw red-haired young man, pairing that attractive vision with the memory of Hugh's enthusiastic if inexpert caresses. She felt heavy with desire, and burdened with fear.

She didn’t remember everything from the Hall the next day. She couldn’t remember her father’s exact words, just that he accused her of every horrible thing he could think of—being a whore, carrying on with the young lads of the town repeatedly, and disrespecting his orders when he had demanded that she stop. He wanted her to be punished for disrespect and disobedience.

Laoghaire could not look at the crowd, sure she’d catch the eye of a friend, or Hugh, or Jamie. She did hear the two clear raps on the arm of the chair, and the MacKenzie giving his ruling. Then she heard the slow, terrifyingly deliberate sound of her Da unbuckling his belt. Two guards grabbed her by the arms, turning her so she faced the crowd, away from Colum and her Da. She had kept herself calm up to this point, but couldn’t keep the tears from beginning to flow. It was over. Every hope she’d entertained since she became a young woman was crumbling into dust. She pulled back against the rough hands that held her, setting her jaw stubbornly.

A husky voice called out in Gaelic, but Laoghaire was gritting her teeth, preparing herself for the stinging blow that must be only seconds away, and she didn’t truly hear it. She only noticed a stirring murmur in the crowd, the sound of feet moving and dresses rustling, and boots tramping across the floor toward her.

When Laoghaire finally got up the nerve to open her eyes, she thought she must have fainted, for surely she was imagining things. There, just feet away from her, facing Colum and her father, in a clean shirt and kilt, with curling copper hair and a smile on his face, was Jamie Fraser.

He was so handsome, so broad and tall, standing confidently in front of the crowd, speaking boldly in a way that somehow made the people laugh. Laoghaire looked back and forth between Jamie, Colum, and Dougal. She was confused, still not quite understanding what was happening.

Released by the guards after the brief negotiations between Colum and Jamie, Laoghaire stood there dumbly for a few seconds, and then realizing how lucky she was, she disappeared into the crowd, quickly finding the friendly face of her Gran, and collapsing into her arms, as Jamie announced to Colum that he chose fists, rather than the strap.

Laoghaire had watched the beating from the far corner of the Hall, held tightly by Mrs. Fitz. She couldn’t watch it all, as with each blow she winced as if she was the one who had been struck. Jamie Fraser was taking her punishment. Why would he do that? They hadn’t even spoken, let alone seen each other face to face since Jamie had returned. When Jamie had fallen to the ground, Laoghaire started sobbing. The guards pulled him to his feet, and he had mustered enough strength to smile and thank Rupert and Colum, and then he left the hall as well.

Though Colum was Laird of Leoch, Mrs. Fitz was the only omniscient one in the castle. She had quickly found out where Mrs. Beauchamp was caring for Jamie’s wounds, and bustled around the kitchen pulling together a tray with a bowl of leeches, a cup of willow bark tea with orris root and some St. John’s wort soaked in vinegar.

Laoghaire followed her at a distance, afraid to see Jamie, and yet needing to know he was well, that he wasn’t hurt too badly. When her grandmother left the room, she hung back at the entrance, longing to say something to Jamie, to see him, to thank him.

This was the first time she’d gotten a look at this English woman, “Mistress Beauchamp,” who had arrived with the raiding party. She was lovely, but a bit older than Jamie, with dark hair that appeared to be curly, but pinned up. The sassenach bent over Jamie as he sat on a chair, holding his face gently in her hands and turning it from side to side, peering closely at the bruises around his eye and the cut on his lip.

Jamie and the woman were speaking quietly to each other, which made Laoghaire wonder what was being said in the murmured conversation between the two, and then Mistress Beauchamp had noticed her outside the door, and nodded in her direction.

When Laoghaire and Jamie were alone, she could barely meet his eyes.

“Ye shouldna done that, James Fraser,” she said. “But thank ye.”

“Ah, lass,” said Jamie. One of his eyes was obviously going to be bruised the next day, but it looked like the leeches had gotten rid of the swelling. “I ken what it’s like to be young. Once when I was yer age, I was beaten at one of the Hall gatherings. I remembered how embarrassed I was then, and I didna want you to be shamed in front of everyone that knows ye.”

“But ye might have been truly hurt,” Laoghaire said, reaching gently up with her hand to touch the bruise on his cheek. His skin was warm, and his scruffy beard scratched her palm. She lowered her eyes as she gently drew her hand away. “I dinna ken if I can ever thank ye enough,” she said, tears glistening on her eyelashes.

“Dinna fash, lass,” murmured Jamie, reaching to pull her to him. She melted into the embrace, feeling his solid warmth against her. She could have stood like that forever, but felt him release her. Turning away, she quickly left the chamber so he wouldn’t see her cry.

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A commotion at the entrance of the house brought Laoghaire back from her reverie. Marsali was smiling up at Jamie as they came inside, their hands linked. He drew her into an embrace and the two stood there for a moment, the red haired giant clasping the petite blonde in his arms.

"Where have you been?" Laoghaire asked them.

"A wee walk," Jamie responded.

“Well, close the door,” Laoghaire snapped irritably. “Ye’re letting the cold in.”

On to Chapter 8 : The Gentleman of Leisure Fergus has always been like a son to Jamie.

#Jamie fraser #Laoghaire MacKenzie #CanonCompliant #Why did Jamie marry Laoghaire?#Why did their marriage fall apart?#Outlander fanfic #BetweenSceneswriter

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saibowtie · 6 years

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11 questions

I was tagged by one of my biggest tumblr crushes @lena221b <3

The rules are:

✰ post the rules

✰ answer the questions given to you by the tagger

✰ write eleven questions of your own

✰ tag eleven people

Questions:

1. You are filming a polyamorous romcom. Who do you cast? Ohh this is so hard and I’ll probably change my mind in 5min but can I get Anthony Mackie, Sebastian Stan and Natalie Dormer?

2. Do you like museums? What kind of museums? I do! I like all kinds, but mostly ones focused on design, be it interior, fashion, packaging, or any kind of product design. I’m so fascinated by things people can come up with that combines functionality and beauty.

3. What was the weirdest thing you’ve ever cooked? hmm.. I don’t think I stray too much from ‘normal’ recipes. Though I did bake an apple pie cheesecake recently. I got it from the buzzfeed tasty app. It’s basically a cheesecake with an apple pie topping and crust, it turned out amazing!

4. You know I’m a language enthusiast, so I’m super interested in any kind of language related facts. Just say anything about you and languages, the languages you speak/are learning/want to learn, the language you speak at work/uni vs. at home, a favourite word in a foreign language, anything really. At one point I could hold a conversation in a total of seven languages. Sadly I didn’t keep up with practicing most of them and I’m down to speaking 3 and barely understanding another two. (I’m fluent in Romanian, German and English, barely understand Italian and Spanish, and I’ve forgotten all of my French and Japanese T_T). The word ‘prost’ means ‘cheers’ in German, and ‘stupid’ in Romanian ^_^

5. Do you remember this soft boys doing soft things post inspired by the Boysvideo? Examples include: Diego Luna opening a bottle of sparkling rosé, Stanley Tucci making a pie crust, Andrew Garfield bathing a puppy, etc. Now it’s your turn to play :) Who is doing what? Chris Evans knitting a sweater for his dog

6. What is that extremely niche thing (pairing, kink) that you’re into and wish more people shared with you? Idk how niche these really are but breathplay and edging really rock my boat. If well written I can also go in for watersports. I guess anything that portrays complete intimacy and trust.

7. Do you have second-hand fandoms? Like fandoms that you’re not actively involved in but your friends are and/or it’s on your dash a lot so you know what’s going on even if you don’t watch the thing. Teen Wolf was one of these for the longest time, I had started reading fics before ever seeing the show bc of my dash. I think I really joined the fandom around S3 (and what a disappointment that was lol).. hmm.. right now I think Black Sails? A lot of people on my dash seem to love it, but I haven’t had the energy to start a new show lately.

8. What’s a show that’s badly underrated and that everyone should watch according to you? I’m embarrassed to say that I haven’t watched any new show in about a year or so. I’ve got an endless list of things I need to catch up on. Though I did see all of Dirk Gently’s Holistic Detective Agency and LOVED it!! Also I will forever be bitter about the cancellation of Agent Carter.

9. How do you use your likes and drafts on tumblr? Like, I “park” untagged reblogs in my drafts until I have the time to read them (if they are lengthy text posts) and tag them for queuing. I use my likes very liberally, sometimes it’s a way for me to say I’ve seen your post and I support you, for example, or just as a reminder that I’ve already reblogged a post. I don’t really use my drafts, and I’m a horrible tagger. I do have about 4000 likes. Since I mostly use tumblr on mobile, I ‘like’ stuff that I want to have a later look at when I’m at my laptop. Sadly I never manage to go through all of them in the end...

10. What perfume/cologne do you wear? Or alternatively, what’s your favourite? I really like Stella by Stella McCartney, I only ever get it at duty free shops cause it’s so expensive and i’m a poor little bean. Generally i like either fresh scents (I love woman by DKNY) or anything rose/peony scented :)

11. According to you, which movie should win the Academy Award for Best Picture this year? I’ve seen all but Lady Bird by now, and so far no contest: ‘Call Me By Your Name’ all the way!

Thank you so much for tagging me!! This was fuuun! :D

New questions:

1. What is your favourite ambient sound, what do you listen to when you need to concentrate on something? 2. Do you remember something you did as a child that seemed horribly naughty at the time but is actually really silly/tame? 3. If you could be a fly on the wall, who would you like to spy on? 4. Do you have a favourite fairy tale, what is it and why? 5. What album/artist was the first you bought a CD (cassette/mp.3) of with your own money? 6. Who would play your mother in a movie about your life? Who would play you? 7. Name one thing you like about yourself? 8. Do you have a bedtime ritual? 9. What was your favourite movie you’ve seen in the last year? 10. What’s your go-to karaoke song or if you’re not into karaoke, what song do you belt out when you’re alone at home? 11. If you could see into the future - but only once - how far forward would you look?

I tag @why-the-f-am-i-like-this, @sinuswave, @magicwolvesintimemachines, @dust1feather, @rainbowgeek, @ohanadoesntapplytoadam, @lena221b if she wants go through all this again, all my porn bot followers and everyone else who feels up to it :)

#uff thinking up questions for these is so hard #woop this was fun

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oscarlovesthesea · 6 years

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Hey! Let me just start off by saying I'm very glad I found your blog and a fellow Dirk Gently lover. Its an amazing show. I saw your previous post about last nights episode and I just wanted to know; do you think that Broztly is going to become canon? Because I really want it to. A lot of people in the show have acknowledged that they thought something was up between them in every single episode so far this season. Do you think that its just a running joke or Max foreshadowing something?

First of all hi, nice to meet you! I love Dirk Gently so much, it’s such a brilliant show and literally all the characters are my children (except Priest, he can choke. And after last night’s episode Friedkin is in probation, let’s see how he does.)

To answer your question… honestly, I have no idea? The whole thing is a bit complicated and I’ve been in fandoms for way too long to actually give you a clear cut answer… okay, I’ll try to explain my thoughts properly under the cut:

So, the thing is, I would *love* for Brotzly to become canon. Also, I think it would make sense from a narrative point of view, because it seems to me like Dirk and Todd’s friendship is developing always more deeply, to the point that it feels like it could become something more. As you’ve mentioned already, the fact that characters have actually acknowledged it is meaningful because in Dirk Gently everything happens for a reason, and in this way they’ve really put a big sparkling sign that says “YO, TODD AND DIRK MIGHT BE GAY”. Also, once again, those two scenes I was shouting about earlier seemed particularly important to me: in the first one, Farah literally reminded us that we have literally no reason to believe that Todd and/or Dirk are straight, and the second one just… felt a lot like flirting to me? Because first you get Todd giving Dirk a speech that parallel one that Dirk had given Todd on one of their very first meetings, but this time in very different circumstances (they’re very close to each other now, and if the first season resulted into them becoming close friends, I can imagine this one ending with them becoming lovers as a sort of, natural progression?) and then there is that accent bit, which is so soft and pure, oh my god. but to be a bit more serious, I rewatched it a few times to understand what, exactly, had given me such a strong “they’re being interrupted” vibe and I’vecome to the conclusion that the way the whole scene is set gives you thatimpression: lights are dimmed, which implies an intimate moment, and the shotis really close to Dirk and Todd, so that you can hardly see anything else, andwhile Dirk says “no, I love it”, you can actually see him starting to lean veryslightly towards Todd – and then Tina (who in the episode has alreadyacknowledged the fact that there’s a “vibe”between then) comes in and the camera abruptly pans out, and at the same timeyou see Dirk leaning back with his shoulders a little bit. The whole thing isconstructed to give you the idea of an intimate moment being interrupted (or, Imight just be reading too much into this – you know, I literally have friendswho are film students, maybe I should ask them instead of making shit up). Whichobviously leads to questions: how intimate was this moment really? Will we beseeing more of this? Will they get closer to each other? And I don’t know, itwould be wonderful for them to actually get together, and a bunch of things inthese episodes seemed to hint at it (“Todd, he’s perfect”, the way the huggedwhen they found each other again and so on).

Onthe other hand, I’ve been queerbaited way too many times to tell you withcertainty that this actually means anything. I literally still have people onmy dash still hoping that Destiel might become canon (and shit, sometimes myheart still hopes for it too in spite of any logic) to tell you the level ofdesperation I’m used to deal with. And to be honest, I can see a bunch ofreasons why Brotzly may not become canon: for example, the whole first seasonwas constructed on Dirk finally finding a friend, so people might just be happyto label whatever is going on as bromance and leave it at that. Also, I shouldpoint out that the season already has one canonical gay couple plus acanonically bisexual character which, compared to lots of mainstream tv shows,is already… a lot. No, seriously, as a sad gay who will literally watchanything for one gay character (not even joking, I caught up with more thanhalf a season of Riverdale when I found out that they’d done a Kevin-centricepisode), the only adventure/sci-fi/epic tv shows I can think of with morequeer characters are Sense8 and Black Sails, both of which were pretty uniquein their genre. And while DGHDA is certainly unique as well, the questionreally is, will Max Landis actually want to go that far? And that is a questionI really don’t have the answer to.Closing with a glimmer of hope, though:there was a video from some months ago of Max Landis suggesting that we mightexplore Dirk’s sexuality more in this second season, and since literally nothingand no one will convince me that Dirk is straight and that we’ve been promisedlgbt characters in this season, we can hope.

Sorry I ranted so much and haven’t actuallyanswered anything, I just had a lot of feelings about this! Have a good day!

#dirk gently #dirk gently's holistic detective agency #brotzly #dghda #dghda spoilers

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ghostea · 7 years

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I was tagged by the fantastic @lobsterquadriille thanks!

The Last: 1. Drink: Hot cocoa 2. Phone Call: My dad 3. Text Message: My best friend Ray 4. Song You Listened To: Mr. Fear - Siames 5. Time You Cried: Thursday last week, it was results day

Have You: 6. Dated Someone Twice: No 7. Kissed Someone And Regretted It: Nope 8. Been Cheated On: Yes 9. Lost Someone Special: Yes 10. Been Depressed: Yes 11. Gotten Drunk And Thrown Up: No

List 3 Favourite Colours: Purple Green Blue

In The Last Year, Have You: 15. Made New Friends: Yes (on this hellsite in fact) 16. Fallen Out Of Love: No 17. Laughed Until You Cried: Yep (my uncle showed me a vine that for some reason I was in hysterics over) 18. Found Out Someone Was Talking About You: Well other than my family being pretty gossipy my 'friends' are known for doing that, so yes 19. Met Someone Who Changed You: No 20. Kissed Someone On Your FB List: No

General: 21. How Many Facebook Friends Do You Know In Real Life: All but one and I haven't used it since around Christmas time 22. Do You Have Any Pets: I have two cats! Sir Jelly of Bean and Tortoise! 23. Do You Want To Change Your Name: Not legally I don't think so, but I have another name I wouldn't mind a few people I know using considering a few things I've figured out 24. What Did You Do For Your Last Birthday?: (funnily enough '24' is the day of my birthday) I bunked off school with my mum and went ice skating and then we had lunch together at wagamamas 25. What Time Did You Get Up: 10am (had a movie night with ray so we were passed tf out) 26. What Were You Doing At Midnight Last Night: Infodumping about DC as I practically forced Ray to watch Lego Batman (I LOVE THIS FILM) and Suicide Squad (not a huge fan) with me 27. Name Something You Can't Wait For: Death!! Joking, uhhh,,,, having fans of my work when I finally get it published! 28. When Was The Last Time You Saw Your Mum: like half an hour ago 29. What Is The One Thing You Wish You Could Change In Your Life: I wish I had had a happy school life which meant I wouldn't have the bs issues I have now 30. What Are You Listening To Right Now: Some trap and bass trip-hop... thing 31. Have You Ever Talked To A Person Named Tom: Yeah, Tom is a popular name here 32. Something That Is Getting On Your Nerves: My. Very. Loud. Neighbours. 33. Most Visited Website: Google docs 34. Mole/s: I have one right above my right hip on my front and one on the left side of my neck 35. Mark/s: I have some scars on my wrists (I was a twat and broke it and it caused some scarring), I have a birthmark that looks kind of like a slight distorted Iceland above my bellybutton, and a lot of freckles. 36. Childhood Dream: To be a marine biologist (basically I wanted to get on a boat and go far away from here) 37. Hair Colour: Naturally; ginger. Currently; 'mermaid' (blues, purples, greens and pinks). 38. Long Or Short Hair: Long. I need to get it trimmed again. 39. Do You Have A Crush On Someone: Other than Wonder Woman and Poison Ivy?? Not particularly 40. What Do You Like About Yourself: My eyes looks great, especially when I put mascara on 41. Piercings: both lobes and a cartilage on my left ear 42. Blood Type: Tasty! (vampire and werewolf community please interact) 43. Nicknames: Other than affectionate ones my family give me my best friend calls me bromeo 44. Relationship Status: Single 45. Zodiac: Western; Taurus. Eastern; Rabbit. 46. Pronouns: Confused atm so she/her and they/them please 47. Favourite TV Show/s: Gotham (even if it can be pretty trash I can still enjoy it, tho tbh I've only just finished season 2), BTAS (who doesn't love cartoons?), Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency, and Stranger Things 48. Tattoos: None 49. Right Or Left Handed: Left 50. Surgery: None 51. Hair Dyed A Different Colour: 'Mermaid' 52. Sports: None that I do but I enjoy watching figure skating, ice hockey and snow boarding, oh! And I love surfing! 53. Vacation: Lapland, France, Spain, Germany and Belgium 54. Shoes: I have three pairs of shoes. Running, canvas and boots. 55. Eating: I could kill for some spicy rice crackers rn 56. Drinking: coke, hot cocoa, orange juice or lemonade (or I mix in the orange juice and lemonade together which is nice) 57. I'm About To: Hopefully start my first year at uni! 58. Waiting For: To feel confident enough to try and get my work published 59. Want: a god damn job please 60. Get Married: If I met the right person I don't think I would mind but that's to think about when I'm in my 30's or something I guess 61. Career: I am a writer and a comic book creator!

Which Is Better: 62: Hugs Or Kisses: Hugs 63. Lips Or Eyes: Eyes 64. Shorter Or Taller: Taller means I get to be the short person for the hugs :D 65. Older Or Younger: Bc none of these have context I'm getting a little confused 66. Nice Arms Or Nice Stomach: Arms, if they are strong they can pick me up and launch me out of a window 67. Sensitive Or Loud: I think this means person and I am the sensitive one and most of my friends are loud which stresses me tf out a lot so sensitive?? idk 68. Hook Up Or Relationship: Friendship! 69. Troublemaker Or Hesitant: I am hesitant so maybe a dash of troublemaker would be good

Have You Ever: 70. Kissed A Stranger: No 71. Drank Hard Liquor: No 72. Lost Glasses/Contact Lenses: Don't wear them 73. Turned Someone Down: Yep 74. Sex On The First Date: Not for me thanks 75. Broken Someone's Heart: idk?? I think so?? 76. Have You Had Your Heart Broken: Yes 77. Been Arrested: Nope 78. Fallen For A Friend: Yep

Do You Believe In: 80. Yourself: It's a love-hate relationship so sometimes 81. Miracles: Maybe 82. Love At First Sight: No 83. Father Christmas: Not really 84. Kiss On The First Date: Depends I guess?? I like to really know a person before I think about kissing them

Other: 85. Current Best Friend: His name is Ray 86. Eye Colour: Blue/Grey depending 87. Favourite Movie: Currently it's Lego Batman

I tag @spider-streak @fetacheeseandsoup @riddlcr and @scxrecrows

#tag game #my post #yo if anyone knows how to do those 'under cut read' things could you tell me?#that would be swell #I don't want to block up everyone's feed with my bs

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