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thereareeyesinsidethetrees · 7 months

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finished my rewatch of gravity falls today so here's some random thoughts i wrote down over the course of the last few episodes (sure most of this has been mentioned already but eh. no harm in repeating things):

-could you imagine how differently things would've gone if any of the pines members knew about ford's nightmare (especially stan)

-ford visibly shaking from how hard he's digging his fingers into the floor (referring to the security droid grabbing him)

-ford almost dies three times before bill actually captures him

-'i haven’t been able to find grunkle stan anywhere' was stan not at the shack at that time or did you just not consider checking his house

-a full limerick for 'man from kentucky' wasn’t allowed, but onscreen death is??

-shapeshifter wink + mabeland fake wendy wink

-why is the unicorn half petrified? what caused the gnome to be mostly petrified, but not quite? how was woodpecker guy able to keep his petrified woodpecker? so many questions about these guys. what occurred here

-first time ford gets turned to "gold", he appears cracked. the second time, he’s free of cracks. implication: either the stone/"gold" people get turned into cracks over time or bill roughed ford up a bit even before the torture

-bill disassembles ford and reassembles him on the other side of the room. interesting to consider for. y'know. torture

-speaking of bill, WHY DO YOU HAVE EIGHT EYELASHES NOW. YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO HAVE SEVEN

-love fiddleford so much. and also zanthar. and craz and xyler. and soos. and-

-manly dan hugs wendy more gently than soos does

-'(strangely genuine) good to see you too bro >:(' i'm sorry stan did seeing your brother trapped in a horrifying gold-ish statue change your tune a bit

-i agree with the circle actually. the fuck are you doing, stan.

-i feel like the stan twins were strangled in different ways. it seems like ford was literally being strangled and bill was doing something directly to stan's lungs, based on the way they reacted to it. or i'm looking way too much into the animation who knows

-the way stan kneels on the ground :((((

-actually every scene with post-deal stan in it

-ford ultimate depression

-waddles was waiting for them :(((((((((

-stan lies in different ways depending on what he remembers (referring to him lying about the destroyed house being a nice place to be polite)

-'someone get waddles off of me!!' ford: :0 :D

-this also implies that ford learned waddles name at some point

-was wondering why pacifica seemed to have a bit of a character regression. then realized that she had to live with her abusive parents after the party. they uh. they need to be obliterated (heck you can even tell there's a sort of distance between them based on the fact that pacifica's parents wait for her to come to them, as opposed to the corduroys running to wendy immediately. it's not even a durland + blubs situation, they are fully aware of their surroundings at this point)

-pacifica's still trying her best though!!

-ford sings happy birthday with everyone else :)))

-ford's hair grows out really quickly

-'heh' resulting in an immediate :0 until ford keeps talking, at which point stan smiles again

-stan did you think that laugh was intended to be a 'that's ridiculous stan why would you ever think that' type deal and not a 'wow i love talking to you this is great' type thing

-'SHUT UP FOREVER'

-'CAN IT SOOS' in sync (hey ford you learned his name!)

-stan's 'don’t test me >:(' implication vs ford's 'i have killed and i will do it again' implication

-ford comforting hand on shoulder. stan looking shocked until he sees ford smiling at him. grgaggasgg

-fucking love these two

-stan writes in print in all caps (this might mean nothing to you but trust me there is a reason i'm pointing it out)

-ford doing the hand thing in the credits

-'ford hates mabel' DID YOU MISS THE FUCKING TURKEY

that's it that's all of the thoughts

it can go in the tag cause. why not, y'know?

#gravity falls

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copperbadge · 1 year

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Your tag about you should really be tagging family and nantucket stuff did leave my brain shouting "Famtucket!" at me, so enjoy that portmanteau if you can. I also enjoyed the puritans info in that post because I routinely blame the puritans for everything even slightly annoying in MA, just on the theory that it is probably their fault somehow.

FAMTUCKET. I love that.

The other suggestion (thank you other anon in my askbox!) was *waits for sam to decide on nantucket tag involving a limerick* :D :D :D and believe me I tried my best. The best I came up with was "As for the bucket samtucket". :D So I'm torn between Famtucket and Samtucket but I think Famtucket is more accurate.

I've been entertaining myself lately by imagining a television series based on the colonization of Nantucket. There's potential there -- it's a period piece without most of the expensive period set dressing (no old-timey cars or carriages, no fancy homes, no need to take an existing city and make it look historical). Tons of roles for Indigenous actors, because there was a community of about 1500 Indigenous people on Nantucket when the white colonists arrived. And you only have about ten white families, so not a lot of need for background extras there.

There's so much scope for storytelling too -- the tension between the white colonists and the Indigenous people, interpersonal dynamics in both communities, religious tensions with the mainland, the eventual drama of whaling coming to the island. Lots of excitement to be had, lots of opportunity for character-driven storytelling.

#famtucket

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nocasdatsgay · 10 days

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From the Heart: a spring time affairs fic

For @tamlinweek day 2 poet

Pairings: Tamlin/OC/Lucien/Elain (implied)

Rating: T | Word Count: 1012 | Masterlist | AO3 Link

Summary: Ez asks Tamlin about the poems he wrote for Flora during their courtship.

Warnings: implied polycule, OC/Lucien implied interruption of fun time, bad poetry, a child, crude humor

A/N: okay I swear I’m done and taking a break now 🫣😅 also Tamlin’s limericks are corny. Just be aware 😂 also if this doesn’t meet the rules I can remove the tags

Once Ez got older, every weekend Tamlin made a point to spend time with him. They were in the library that particular afternoon. Tamlin was reading and Ez had been too before he abandoned his book for coloring pens. It was silent save for the clock ticking. Until Ez looked up from his paper.

“Papa, is it true you wrote poems for mama?”

Tamlin looked up from his book. He narrowed his gaze at his son's innocent face.

“And who told you that?”

“Lu said you wrote poems for mama. Before you married. He said you didn’t know how to flirt so you put your feelings on paper.”

Tamlin was going to murder Lucien. “Yes, Ez. I wrote poems for your mother.” He ignored the flirting remark for now.

“Can I read them?” His son's eyes were wide with excitement.

“I’d have to find them.”

A lie. Tamlin panicked internally, again cursing Lucien. His poems- limericks really, were silly and crude. They also had topics his son was not old enough to be reading about. Or ever considering they were to his mother. The one Tamlin wrote about Flora’s breasts came to mind. His cheeks heated but his son didn’t seem to notice.

“Maybe mama has them!” Ez gasped. “I’ll go ask.”

“No.” Tamlin stood from his chair. His son froze in place. “I mean mama is busy. We can ask her at dinner. It’ll be. Surprise.”

That seemed to do it.

“Okay papa.” And Ez went back to coloring.

Tamlin needed to find his wife and warn her. He closed his book and stood from his chair.

“I’ll be right back. You keep drawing and you can show me your progress when I return.”

Ez nodded, not looking up from his paper. With that Tamlin left the library. He knew exactly where Flora was and hopefully he was about to kill two birds with one stone. He went through the old nursery and knocked on the door that joined their rooms. He didn’t wait for a reply, using his magic to unlock the door. Sure enough Flora was pulling the sheet up on her body and Lucien was doing the same with the duvet.

“Gods Tam, I thought you were Ez.” Flora let out a sigh of relief.

“Lucien,” Tamlin glared at him. “Why did you tell our son I wrote his mother poems?” Lucien fell back on the pillows laughing. “This is not funny. He’s asking to see them.”

“Oh no.” Flora’s eyes went wide.

“Exactly!” Tamlin put his hands on his hips. “He’s going to ask you at dinner to get them.”

“He asked me what I was doing yesterday and I told him I was writing poems,” Lucien was still laughing. “He asked what those were and I said it was what you used to court your wife with.”

Flora kicked her foot under the blanket. “I liked those poems thank you very much.”

“You’re both forgetting how inappropriate they are. And not for our son to see.” Tamlin huffed, brushing back his long hair nervously.

“Well, not all of them were inappropriate.” Flora let the sheet fall while she thought. “I can find a few clean ones and show them.”

“I would rather you didn’t.”

Lucien sat up still grinning after he finally stopped laughing. “Tam, what’s the worst that could happen?”

As it turned out, the worst that could happen was Ez having an honest tongue like Lucien. At dinner, Flora handed him two of the tamest poems. Ez looked at the first one while he ate, all of them silent while he read.

“Papa, these aren’t good.” Ez furrowed his brows. “You like this, mama?”

The whole table erupted with laughter. Even Tamlin, with his face in his hand, had to laugh. Ez did not take that well. He shrunk into his seat, trying to hide. Elain noticed first, being closest.

“Honey, we’re not laughing at you.” Ez didn’t seem to be buying it. “You said something funny just now that is all.”

“Brutal honesty is the term,” Lucien pointed his fork at Ez. “Always be honest. Cauldron knows your father needs it.”

“For what it’s worth,” Flora grabbed one of the poems, looking it over again. “I like it because it came from the heart. Even if it isn’t the best, it’s still from him. Your papa wrote it for me and I always treasure that. That’s why I kept them, my pumpkin.”

Tamlin took his wife’s hand and squeezed it. She squeezed back at him lovingly.

“Maybe tomorrow,” he turned to their son. “We can go over some poetry books. Look up the rules and both of us take turns writing. You can help me improve.”

The way Ez beamed at him melted his heart and made the mild embarrassment worth it. When Ez looked away, he still shot Lucien a look that said this wasn’t over. Then again, Tamlin realized from the way Lucien grinned back, that was probably his plan all along.

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Flora was laughing so hard she was wheezing. After putting Ez to bed, Flora pulled some of the more questionable limericks out.

“Your breasts are the size of a melon. It makes me want to act like a felon,” she couldn’t read the rest from laughing so hard. “I don’t even know what a felon is!”

It was Tamlin’s turn to laugh.

“You didn’t say that when I first gave it to you.” He used his teeth to nip at her ear.

“Our boy was correct to question my judgment. How did I ever read these and think ‘gosh Tamlin is so sexy for writing that’?”

“Is that a challenge wildflower?”

The air in the room changed dramatically, both of their scents sweetening as they looked each other in the eyes.

Tamlin chuckled again. “You question my methods yet I can smell you just like the day I gave it to you.”

“That’s because it’s you, love,” she replied, tapping his nose with her index finger.

The limericks and poems were quickly abandoned to the floor shortly after.

#tamlinweek2024 #tamlinweek2024 d2 #tamlin #lucien vanserra #elain archeron #oc flora #tamlin x oc #Tamlin’s kid #Lucien stays stressing this man out #bad poetry

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kandisheek · 26 days

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FIC REC WEEK 13 – MISSION FIC

Cliffhanger by Sineala

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 1,074 Tags: Peril, First Kiss, Hurt/Comfort

Summary: Just an ordinary day for two perfectly ordinary superheroes, one of whom is currently dangling over a very deep pit while clinging desperately to the other one's hand.

Reasons why I love it: How Sine manages to fit so much emotion and tension into so few words, I will never understand. I'm just happy that we get to share in the brilliance. This fic is incredible, and I hope you give it a shot for yourself!

Phil Coulson Can't Keep the Avengers Out of Medical by scifigrl47

Pairing: Steve/Tony, Clint/Coulson Rating: T Words: 10,585 Tags: Sick Fic, Humor, Hurt/Comfort

Summary: Tony Stark sometimes doesn't make the best choices with his health. Tony is usually bad at communicating. Steve usually doesn't end up in medical, but there are always exceptions. Phil Coulson is the one who has to write up this nonsense, and he can't keep the Avengers out of medical.

Reasons why I love it: This fic is so goddamn funny. That is, until the action starts, then it's nail-bitingly suspenseful and super engaging to read. I love the team family vibes here, as always in scifigrl47's writing, and their obvious concern for Tony, once they realize what's going on with him. This is one of my comfort fics, so if you haven't read it yet, go and do it right now!

The Stark Guide™ to Mission Reports by sabinelagrande, vexedquestion

Pairing: Steve/Tony, Clint/Coulson Rating: G Words: 1,025 Tags: Epistolary, Humor, Poetry

Summary: With annotations by Clint Barton, and further annotations by Phil Coulson, and questions from Thor Odinson, for whom this was all written in the first place.

Reasons why I love it: This is so fucking funny, oh my god. The formatting is superb, and I love the font choices for all the different characters. The limericks make me snort every time. I love this one so much, and I really hope you check it out, because it's the best!

The Wrong Side of These Sheets by Demerite

Pairing: Steve/Tony, Clint/Coulson Rating: T Words: 6,293 Tags: Platonic Bedsharing, Misunderstandings, Humor

Summary: Tony keeps sleeping with his team mates. Or on them. Or next to them. Really, he just happens to sleep a lot in very close proximity to members of his team. It's possible that Steve has come to the wrong conclusion about this, and Tony's complete and utter inability to act like a mature human being around Steve probably doesn't help matters. At this point even Coulson wants to take action about this, because things are becoming, quite frankly, ridiculous.

Reasons why I love it: The fluffiest fluff to ever fluff. I love the Avengers family vibes in this. And the post-mission half-awake bed sharing misunderstanding is super adorable. Plus, I really want that picture of Tony and Thor sleeping on the couch. I love this fic, and I bet you will too!

(Far From) The Optimal Response by newtypeshadow

Pairing: Steve/Bucky/Tony Rating: T Words: 8,849 Tags: A/B/O, Extremis, Huddling for Warmth

Summary: Although rescuing his soulmates, Steve and Bucky, isn’t new, Tony never planned for them to find out he's the one helping them, much less catch him in the act. He certainly didn't expect them to ever want him back.

Reasons why I love it: They're so CUTE, ugh, I want to squish them. This fic is downright adorable, and I love how it handles the Civil War and Endgame and manages to add an A/B/O twist that feels more like an addition to canon rather than an AU. Steve, Bucky and Tony's characterizations are so perfect here, and I absolutely adore their conversation about their relationship going forward. This fic is amazing, and I highly encourage you to read it!

#marvel #stony #stuckony #fic rec #ficrec #a year in fanfic recs #mission fic #fanfic rec

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kookaburra1701 · 10 months

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WIP Wednesday - The Wives of Shor I: Moth to Flame

tagged by @dirty-bosmer tyty❤️ tagging @nientedenada and @tallmatcha

Fandom: The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim Rating: T (entire fic is E) Category: M/M Pairing: Kaidan/Lucien Flavius Genre(s): Romance (bodice-rippers my beloveds), bildungsroman Other main characters: Inigo the Brave, she/her Breton LDB

Summary: A scene from near the beginning of the fic, Kaidan and and Hadvar share a moment of soldier camaraderie the night before they delve into Bleak Falls Barrow. Lucien Flavius is by Joseph Russell, Kaidan is by Liv Templeton, and Inigo the Brave is by SmartBlueCat.

27 Last Seed, 4E 401 The cool night air was bracing; the usual sounds of daily life in Riverwood had given over to the quiet of the evening: the creaking of the water wheel, the rippling of water in the millrace, and a thousand crickets in the forest. High overhead the stars glimmered.

A creak of leather caught Kaidan's attention. Just at the edge of the lantern-light from the sconces at the door of the Sleeping Giant, Hadvar leaned against the roadside fence, looking up at the arches that carved out chunks of the night sky. He turned towards Kaidan as the inn's door clattered shut.

"Peaceful evening," Kaidan remarked, walking over to Hadvar.

"Aye," Hadvar replied, taking a sip from the tankard in his hand. "When I was a lad I thought it was too peaceful, and that living here I would never get my chance at glory and adventure." He laughed bitterly. "Now I'm going to choke on it. Did you want something from me?"

"You looked like you could use the company," said Kaidan, also leaning on the fence and looking up towards the barrow. "I also wanted to apologize." Hadvar looked up at him in surprise. "For not believing you about the attack on Helgen. About the-" even after hearing multiple eye-witness accounts the word felt strange and ridiculous on his lips "-dragon."

"Don't mention it." In the woods an elk's bugle echoed out of the trees. "If the tables were turned, I wouldn't have believed you, either. But you and Inigo helped me and for that you will always have my gratitude. Would have been a fine ending to my tale, perishing of thirst within sight of Whiterun's walls."

"That it would."

They fell into a companionable silence; the muffled sound of a Nord drinking song filtering through the sturdy timbers and into the night. Kaidan hoped it wasn't too bawdy a tune, but he also knew he'd been able to recite at least a dozen ribald limericks by the time he was Pascale's age and he had turned out fine. After a few more moments Kaidan spoke.

"I've been selling my sword long enough to know when a man is dreading the morning."

Hadvar sighed. "Is it that obvious?"

"Not too obvious. I, er, also overheard you talking to Lucien on the road," Kaidan admitted. "About the stories your gran told."

Hadvar groaned. "I've faced down bandits, rebels, anything else the Legion has pointed me at, and I haven't felt this nervous since the night before the first day of training." He suddenly turned to look at Kaidan. "If you're doubting my mettle, don't. My orders are to retrieve the Dragonstone, and get everyone back out safely. No matter how much some old ghost stories have me spooked I've never refused a mission and I don't intend to start now."

"Never doubted you for a second. I can tell you're a man who does what he intends to do." Kaidan turned to look back at the Sleeping Giant, its horn-pane windows glowing golden in the evening gloom. "I'm not too pleased about having tramp through a dusty old cave myself. Those places are always crawling with frostbite spiders."

Hadvar pulled a face. "And you just know that the mages will be wanting to stop to harvest venom and silk every time we kill one. Are you sure we can't leave them here?"

"I tried leaving them in Whiterun, you saw how well that worked!" Kaidan said, while Hadvar chuckled at his indignation. "Digging around in dangerous places is the entire reason Lucien came here, and trying to leave Pascale anywhere out of trouble...you might as well tell a cat to stay put." Hadvar laughed harder.

"I meant to ask you, how did you find yourself with such...an array of traveling companions?" asked Hadvar. "Not to put too fine a point on it, but you strike me as someone who is used to working alone. And...that girl does not look like your kin."

Kaidan could tell Hadvar was looking at him sideways, judging his reaction, and suppressed the annoyance at the question. It was only natural - Brynjar probably fielded it countless times as he dragged Kaidan around from one end of Tamriel to the other.

"She's not kin. She's from High Rock." Kaidan met Hadvar's veiled reproach without apology. "And if you must know, she saved my life."

Hadvar choked on the swig of ale he'd been taking from his tankard.

"Laugh all you want, it's true," Kaidan smiled himself now.

"And you had difficulty believing in a dragon."

#skyrim #skyrim fanfiction #tes v skyrim #kaidan 2 #kaidan skyrim #wip wednesday #fic wip #fic: the wives of shor #hadvar of riverwood #kb writes

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ghostofnuggetspast · 14 days

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Thanks @transmasc-taub for tagging me!

Last song: "Square Things" by Jonathan Coulton

Favorite color: maroon

Currently watching: The Flash series, unwillingly. Holy cats it is so bad.

Spicy, savory, or sweet: I refuse to choose. They can all live together happily! In this very moment, savory.

Current obsession: Sherlock in it's many and varied forms, especially @sherlockand-co . Associated obsession with johnlock and reading too much and writing stupid limericks.

I'm tagging @totallysilvergirl @kitten-kin @weeesi @iwantthatbelstaffanditsoccupant @calaisreno

#icebreaker #in my waterfall?

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aquarianshift · 1 year

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thanks so much @two-gurus-in-drag for tagging me in the:

ao3 first lines tagline!

Rules: Share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written fewer than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway (spoiler alert: rules are made to be broken…)

i haven't written ten either, and one of the ones i have written isn't a fanfic but a collection of limericks so. not gonna hit ten. but, in order from newest to oldest:

See you 'round, George had said.

If Ringo had known he'd meant See you in an hour when I drop by your house, he might have tidied up a bit. (Might have put on a shirt, even.)

Ringo considers crossing his hands over his breast, damsel-style, when a door shuts and George appears in the front room, though the sight of him's hardly front-page news to any of them. Besides, George barely gives him a glance before dropping himself onto the sofa, face-first, with a faint sigh.

"Make yourself at home," says Ringo. (I Can't Tell You But I Know It's Mine)

2. There's a look that a man gets when he takes a good pull on a cigarette: hollowed cheeks, brows drawn together. It makes him look sharper for a moment. It has an equalizing effect, too, across classes; done right, the poor man can look like a prince and the prince like a longshoreman when he smokes. It's dirty, really. Filthy habit.

John's problem was that George looked like that all the time. (Mojo Filter)

3. The first time they came close to kissing was during that whole Shakespeare business. (Suffer Fools Gladly)

4. "Bit tighter, George, go on. Pull on your end a little more."

"That's..." George grunted with effort as he tugged on the rope. "...tight 's it'll go. He can't get out of that. Can you?"

"Try and get out of that," said Ringo.

Paul reached to try and untie himself, but his bound wrists stayed snugly behind him. He shifted his arms, straining, trying to stand, but the knots held fast. He wasn't getting out of this chair in any hurry. He beamed and shook his head. (Bound and Determined)

5. Paul put down his beer to fully brace himself against the table laughing. Their set had ended minutes ago, and he and John had quickly descended upon their favorite table with a couple of pints. Then just a couple more, then maybe one more. At some point, the beer had combined with his sleep-deprived delirium to make everything unbearably funny. John had smelled blood in the water and set about making Paul laugh too hard to get a good drink. He'd choked and spit all over the table, but John didn't show mercy. Now, he leaned in even closer and doubled down on his last joke, giving Paul's shaking ribs a sharp jab for good measure. (The Bass Lesson)

next one isn't strictly beatle-centric (it was supposed to be about bob dylan, but john found his way in somehow lol)

6. This wasn't the first time she'd seen a Beatle-- in London, 1966, it wasn't exactly unheard of. But it might well have been the first time she'd seen just one by himself.

John Lennon approached her as she wheeled an empty luggage cart down the hall. She politely avoided eye contact, having heard enough stories about the young men being mobbed by fans in hotels, often enough by people dressed as staff. But he stopped in front of the cart, called out to get her attention.

He had a job for her. (Land of Paradise)

these next two aren't beatle-related at all. this first one is an AU for It's a Wonderful Life where George was never born.

7. Mary was still shaking when she locked her front door behind her-- and not from cold, though it was a bitter cold Christmas Eve night, all wind and no snow. (Lady Madonna)

this one is for the remake of All Creatures Great and Small:

8. Eleven o'clock on a Sunday morning cast a lazy glow on Skeldale House. With Siegfried away on business for the night and Mrs. Hall visiting a friend, there was nothing for James to do but drape himself over the sofa with a thick book.

Tristan seemed even more determined to relax. He had no newspaper, no book, no pad and pencil for drawing. He lay quite still, with his hands behind his head, on the sofa across from James, who thought that he might actually get a chance at a quiet afternoon, this once.

But it wasn't to last. (You Take the High Road)

umm i can't tag ten people because i'd still be leaving too many out, basically if i've ever read and commented on your stuff i really wanna see yours lol. i know i need to tag at least @pauls1967moustache and @javelinbk though because 3/8 of these were written for you. and @theoldmixer is the only reason they exist. @surrealisticduvet i could probably quote yours back to you but i want to see them anyway :) oh please oh please if you got this far and i didn't tag you, yes i did i wanna see. give to me pls <3

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tonystarkbingo · 1 year

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TSB Round 6 Roundup - Weeks 21 & 22!

SO MUCH GOOD STUFF! And while you’re perusing, make sure to check out our TSB Advent Event posts too! One or two every day until the new year!

Collaborator : deehellcat Card Number: 6028 Square Filled: A4 - cuddles Title: one of many clockwork gears Link: AO3 Pairings: Tony and Natasha, with hints of pre-Stony Word Count: 1669 Rating: Teen Major Tags/Triggers: mission fic, opening up, reference to a fictional film Summary: On a mission to rescue one of their own, Iron Man and Black Widow learn a little more about each other, via their mutual admiration for a classic film.

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Collaborator : PoliZ Card Number: 6019 Square Filled: S2 - Canon Divergent: Nobody Dies Title: Clearing the Air Link: AO3 Pairings: Tony & Bucky Word Count: 790 Rating: Gen Major Tags/Triggers: Canon Divergence - Avengers: Endgame (Movie), Tony Stark Lives, Reconciliation, Wakanda (Marvel) Summary: An invitation to return to Wakanda becomes a chance for Bucky to try to make amends with someone he has wronged.

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Collaborator : PoliZ Card Number: 6019 Square Filled: A3 - FREE Title: Not Exactly Love Poetry Link: AO3 Pairings: Tony/Bucky/Steve Word Count: 100 Rating: Mature Major Tags/Triggers: Poetry, Limericks, Explicit Language, Implied Sexual Content, No Smut,Drabble Summary: When Tony told Steve and Bucky he’d written them some love poems, the last thing either of them expected was a trio of dirty limericks.

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Collaborator : PoliZ Card Number: 6019 Square Filled: Adopted - AU: Western Title: Come Down From Your Fences (And Open the Gate) - Chapter 2 Link: AO3 Pairings: Tony/Steve Word Count: 962 (Chapter 2) Rating: Teen Major Tags/Triggers: Vaguely Inspired by 1872 (Marvel), Alternate Universe - Western, Sheriff Steve Rogers, Snowed In, Innuendo, Mutual Pining Summary: Anthony wakes up and Steven explains his presence; they have dinner and play a game of checkers.

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Collaborator : deehellcat Card Number: 6028 Square Filled: A2 - Howard Stark (adopted) Title: Carve Out This Soul Made of Stone, chapter 1 Link: AO3 Pairings: Tony and Howard, background Howard/Maria Word Count: 2134 Rating: Mature Major Tags/Triggers: descriptions of child sex abuse, revenge, Howard Stark's Actual Good Parenting, Protective Howard Stark Summary: Little Tony Stark doesn’t like to be handed things. His father is determined to find out why.

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Collaborator : rebelmeg Card Number: 6001 Square Filled: T1 - hugs Title: Post-Snap Anniversary Link: AO3 Pairings: Pepperony, Tony & Rhodey Word Count: 3224 Rating: Gen Major Tags/Triggers: PTSD, hurt/comfort Summary: On the anniversary of one of the worst days of Tony's life (and he's had a lot of worst days to compare it to), Pepper recognizes the signs and calls in reinforcements. Rhodey isn't about to let Tony spiral into his own self-destruction like he has so many times before.

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Collaborator : SomeSortofItalianRoast Card Number: 6002 Square Filled: S3 - Tony Playing Piano Title: we're all in the mood for a melody Link: AO3 Pairings: Bucky/Steve Word Count: 1181 Rating: Gen Major Tags/Triggers: AU: no powers; AU: soulmates; AU: coffeeshops and cafes Summary: Bucky Barnes attends the Stark Industries Thanksgiving party. Tony plays piano.

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Collaborator : rebelmeg Card Number: 6001 Square Filled: S3 - Tony x happiness Title: They don't make views better than this. Link: Tumblr Pairings: Pepperony Word Count: 100 Rating: Gen Major Tags/Triggers: drabble, moodboard, fluff, Iron Family Summary: Tony snaps a pic of his future.

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Collaborator : scottxlogan Card Number: 6038 Square Filled: A5 - Action/Adventure Title: Not Tonight Link: AO3 Pairings: Tony Stark/Bucky Barnes Word Count: 6344 Rating: Teen Major Tags/Triggers: Date Night, Established Relationship, Robbery, Bar, involuntary mission, Adult Content, Flirting, Innuendo, Suggestive Themes Summary: Tony's plans for a quiet reunion night with Bucky in Indiana are thwarted first by a change of venue leaving Tony to face an unexpected string of events while waiting for Bucky to return. Will Tony find himself caught up in a bad situation or will he manage to find a way to play it cool and bring their night back on track with one another?

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Collaborator : Becca Card Number: 6023 Square Filled: A4 - Occupational Hazard Title: Standard Procedure Link: AO3 Pairings: Steve/Tony Word Count: 336 Rating: Gen Major Tags/Triggers: Panic Attacks, AU, EMT Steve, MIT student Tony, Demisexual Tony Summary: EMT Steve helps MIT Student Tony through a panic attack.

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Collaborator : celtic7irish Card Number: 6037 Square Filled: S2 - Tony x Steve Title: Husband Link: AO3 Pairings: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark Word Count: 100 Rating: Teen Major Tags/Triggers: Anniversary, Fluff, old man Tony, Drabble Summary: It's Steve & Tony's anniversary

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Collaborator : celtic7irish Card Number: 6037 Square Filled: T2 - Partnerlook Title: Move It On the Dancefloor Link: AO3 Pairings: Clint Barton/Tony Stark Word Count: 610 Rating: Mature Major Tags/Triggers: Established Relationship, Dancing, Partnerlook, Semi-Public Foreplay, Sex Toys Under Clothing, Fade to Black Summary: Clint’s broad shoulders and muscled arms were on full display, and people kept reaching out to touch. Clint avoided them all neatly, though, laughing and smiling to distract them from the fact that he was very obviously not interested. Only one person had his attention tonight, and Tony was currently enjoying the view from his spot at the bar.

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Collaborator : celtic7irish Card Number: 6037 Square Filled: A2 - Hedonism Title: Snuggles Link: AO3 Pairings: Bruce Banner & Tony Stark Word Count: 348 Rating: Gen Major Tags/Triggers: Cuddles, sleepy bruce, Tony's Big Bed, Tony Is a Good Bro, mild flirting Summary: Hedonism: the pursuit of pleasure, sensual self-indulgence. Hedonistic lifestyle is oriented towards pleasure and enjoyment, closely related to happiness which is also oriented to meet the needs of individuals to obtain satisfaction.

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Collaborator : celtic7irish Card Number: 6037 Square Filled: R2 - Arena Title: Baseball Stadiums Are Not Battle Arenas Link: AO3 Pairings: Tony Stark & Avengers Team Word Count: 651 Rating: Gen Major Tags/Triggers: Doombots, LA Dodgers, Stadium Destruction, Steve Rogers is a Troll Summary: The Avengers are called out to fight Doombots in the LA Dodger's Stadium. Whoever thought Steve Rogers was a good ol’ boy was out of their freaking minds.

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Collaborator : celtic7irish Card Number: 6037 Square Filled: K2 - Dating App Title: Propositioning the Boss Link: AO3 Pairings: Steve Rogers/James "Bucky" Barnes Word Count: 1238 Rating: Teen Major Tags/Triggers: Established Relationship, Pre-Stuckony, dating app, Alternate Universe - Modern: No Powers, Meet-Cute, Office Romance, Fluff, Flirting, no sadness allowed Summary: Steve and Bucky are happy with each other. That doesn't mean they don't maybe want to find a third. Fortunately, the new entry on their favorite dating app might be just what they're looking for.

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Collaborator : Girl Back There Card Number: 6021 Square Filled: S3 - Misunderstandings Title: Gift Waiting by the Tree Link: AO3 Pairings: Tony/Steve Word Count: 795 Rating: Explicit Major Tags/Triggers: No Powers AU, Sugar Daddy Tony, Sugar Baby Steve, Dick Pics, Digital Image, Christmas Eve Summary: Tony is stuck at work on Christmas Eve, but a text from Steve has him rushing home to open his present.

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Collaborator : rebelmeg Card Number: 6001 Square Filled: A5 - hedonism Title: Bubblebath for Two Link: AO3 Pairings: Pepperony Word Count: 422 Rating: Teen Major Tags/Triggers: suggestive themes, fluff, married life Summary: Tony's had a long day, and comes home to something wonderful.

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Collaborator : scottxlogan Card Number: 6038 Square Filled: A4 - Love or Lust Title: The Anniversary Surprise Link: AO3 Pairings: Bucky/Steve/Tony Word Count: 11384 Rating: Explicit Major Tags/Triggers: Threesome - M/M/M, Anniversary, Reunions, Feelings Realization, Established Relationship, Past Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Guilty Pleasures, Implied/Referenced Cheating, Not Cheating, Happy Ending, Smut, Fluff and Smut, Sexual Content, Mild Kink, Miscommunication, Adult Language, Swearing, Rough Kissing, Adult Content, Needy Bucky Barnes, Aftercare Summary: Steve had worked really hard to plan the perfect anniversary for Bucky, but when Tony shows up instead and things take an unexpectedly awkward turn Steve finds himself gravitating towards his former lover unable to forget the passion they shared. Will temptation prove to be the end of the happiness and contentment that Steve's found in his life or will Tony and Bucky convince Steve that they still have a few unexpected surprises in store for him?

#tonystarkbingo #tony stark bingo round 6 #tsb6 #tsb weekly roundup #tsb weeks 21 and 22

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kat330 · 2 years

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When the News Is Too Much . . .

My first experience with digital taglines was when I joined conferences on such computer relay systems as Fidonet and Wildnet in the mid-1980s. Users would add them to the bottom of a conference post, and they were mostly well-known aphorisms and sentiments circulating in the culture as a whole. An example of one I saw repeated often, to paraphrase: "Sure I'm in shape! Round is a shape isn't it?"

With my penchant for wordplay and limerick writing, I took it as a personal challenge to compose several unique tags to cap off my own posts at various user groups. Some of you dear readers may even have come across a few of my personal tags as they bounced around the globe. Below is a partial list of my original aphorisms written between 1986-1998. Hope something below brings you a smile today!

Beware of geeks bearing .GIFs! Never surf faster than your guardian geek can type. Freudian slips are the underwear of ideas. I seized the day, but it struggled free and slapped me in the face. When finally their minds' eyes met, 'twas love at second sight. Packing MIND.QWK with PKDICK Sheesh, Bokonon, not another pain in the karass?! Stop scrapin' the scab off my healin' heart, honey --Twavis Twit So he says to the Shapeshifter waitress, "Keep the change." We bought the whole nine yards from bolts of whole cloth. If you persevere in fanning lame flame, you only make ash of yourself. A balanced perspective is the one most often attacked. Earthworm movement against grass-roots organizations is underfoot! Her bad timing was bottled and sold in Zürich as a novelty item. Like lemmings happy to Rush out on a Limbaugh...humbug! He merchandised his issue-waffling, and it sold like hotcakes. Weird how a lot of its usage becomes "wierd how alot of it's" usage. Grammar Moses adds her to sense. I want to live with a synonym ghoul. Has subjunctive, as it were, become a passé case? Had one bad rap too many, so they seized my poetic license. Alternative Music: More Offbeat But Still on the Money Wouldn't feel like a pincushion if the world weren't so full of pricks. I heard it through divine grape / Not much longer would you be ape I'd rather be a recluse than a loose wreck. Ask not for whom the drummer drums; he beats off for thee. The angels wanna wear my blue suede shoes. I'll be baksheesh! --Sheik Yerbouti I’m Friday's Child in a Wednesday World Flamenco dancer, castanet round my heart! Content in proper context is magic in the making. In a universe of games, she who refuses to play is the true winner. Computer not responding to boot? Try flattery instead. Now paying for a lifetime of integrity. Filled with angst and wondering why my ex is tense. Who me? I'm just the observer observing the observer. She was a painting in search of a frame. a) prophet b) priest c) saint d) monk e) nun of the above I could see the "loco" motives in their trains of thought. I'm hardheaded against hard hearts. "This is the best of all possible worlds -- NOT." Wayne Candide That an Uzi in your pocket or some horribly grotesque mutation? _The Story of Disk-O_: A Hot Keys Tutorial However far I lower my sights, it's never enough to keep up. Ever feel like an experiment gone awry? A joke of cosmic proportion / A punchline from the gutter Individuation on ethereal waves over the astral plane You need a checkbook for a chick, a personality for a woman. Concoction: A very big shell sale Fantasy can take you everywhere and leave you nowhere. Best Blues Chip Stock: Kimberly-Clark Corp. Even at wit's end, I still can muster appreciation of true wit.

All taglines © Kathleen A. Martin

#taglines #kathleen martin #kat330 #aphorisms #witty quotes #bon mots #wordplay #puns #humor #jokes #Fidonet #Wildnet #funny

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umichenginabroad · 10 months

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Week 5 in Limerick

Hey guys, it’s Katie again, and here’s what happened this past week in Limerick.

Monday: Today, I changed up the procedure in the lab a bit. I’m using the same amount of sludge and acid, but I add the acid after running the reactor, then run it again at a lower temperature. Based on the results from today, it’s possible that doing this results in more liquid product and less hydrochar, but I will need to do a few more trials to be sure. We didn’t do much that evening besides hang out, but we had plans to go kayaking the next day, so it was nice to have a chill evening.

Tuesday: I started by repeating the experiment from yesterday, but during the second run of the HTC reactor, it heated past the set temperature, so I had to discard the products. It wasn’t a huge deal since I have plenty of time to run the various trials, but it was a little frustrating. In the evening, we went kayaking. We lucked out with the weather because it had been pouring rain on and off all day, but cleared up when we went out on the river. It was different than expected since we stayed in the same area on the river and played kayaking games like kayak polo, races, and kayak tag. It was a great time, even though I crashed into everyone multiple times.

Wednesday: Today we switched things up a bit in the lab by going to use the scanning electron microscope, or SEM, to look at the hydrochar I collected. This ended up being kind of boring because they didn’t have time to train me on how to use the SEM, so I mostly watched Nina look at the samples and practice adjusting the microscope to see better. There was also a program to show some of the elements contained within the hydrochar, and to save pictures of the SEM view. Afterwards, it was too late to start another trial that would take hours, so I went home for the day. I took a quick trip to downtown Limerick to get a book, The Priory of the Orange Tree, which I had heard good things about.

A pretty dog mural in downtown Limerick

Thursday: Today, I retried the experiment procedure from earlier in the week, because Nina and I were not sure why the product in the reactor overheated. I observed the temperature, and when it once again went over 10 degrees above the set point, I told Nina, but this time she told me to collect the product as usual, suspecting an exothermic reaction caused by the acid. Unfortunately, I spilled some of my product at the end, so I couldn't get accurate mass measurements. Friday was pretty much the same, so there's not much to say there.

Saturday: Today, Pascale and I took a bus up to Dublin for the Pride Parade. It was my first one, and it was so cool to watch everyone marching and dancing by, having a great time. Super excited to go to another one next year. Then, I went to see the Book of Kells at Trinity College. First, I walked through a room with information about Irish illuminated manuscripts, which had some enlarged photos of the pages (we can't take photos of the actual book). Then, I saw the original Book of Kells in its own room, and walked up to the Old Library. It had busts of several famous people, as well as manuscripts from an old wealthy family's collection. Once that was over, Pascale and I walked around a little more, got food, and almost missed our bus back to Limerick because we couldn't find the stop. In the evening, we went to the David Bowie Experience at Dolan's, which had a band performing Bowie's greatest hits. It was very loud, but lots of fun, and the band did a great job.

Top left: Image from an illuminated manuscript. Top right: The Old Library. Bottom left: Pascale and me at the Pride Parade. Bottom right: idk what that is

Sunday: Since we were all tired from the concert last night, we took it easy in the morning. In the mid-afternoon, Pascale and I took a bus to see the Rock of Cashel, a complex of medieval buildings with great historical and religious significance. In the 25 minutes or so we had before closing, Pascale and I explored the old Gothic cathedral, graveyard, and chapel, all of which have fascinating histories. The Rock of Cashel is known as the legendary site where St. Patrick banished the devil, as well as the seat of the High Kings of Munster (Southern Ireland). Afterwards, we caught the next bus back to Limerick, grabbed a quick dinner, and headed back to the apartment.

Top left: the Rock of Cashel. Top right: view from the Rock of Cashel. Bottom left: side view of the Rock of Cashel, including the Round Tower. Bottom right: tapestry in a chapel.

#umichenginabroad #MaryCahill #ipeireland #ipesummer23 #ireland

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larrylimericks · 2 years

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23Mar22

Welcome Home Edition Two words had the whole world upended; “Harry’s House” was confirmed (as portended)— With a toppled facade, A Buster Keaton nod, On a stage where bold stunts are pretended.

Sorry to break character but ... The Buster Keaton (Steamboat Bill, Jr.) parallel has me floored (house pun intended). It’s Buster Keaton’s most famous stunt. Stunt. He performed it himself. It had to be carefully planned and precisely executed, to the point his shoes were nailed in place*. He couldn’t move if he wanted to. HE COULDN’T MOVE IF HE WANTED TO. *Updating to correct this to: Two nails were put in the ground to mark where his feet would go, not actually nailed through his shoes (from Buster Keaton: A Filmmaker’s Life). But the point still stands that he was locked in position. In the announcement video, Harry is literally on a stage, literally performing a stunt as the house facade falls. And it does fall, rather than rise, over him. The traffic arrow changing from red to yellow is the clue to reverse the video. If we watch it forward, it starts with the daffodil—a narcissus, a symbol of vanity (and who is a narcissistic asshole?). But if we watch it in reverse, it ends with the daffodil, also a symbol of rebirth and hope ... and Louis’ favorite flower (as reported by a fan who asked him at a signing in 2020). In the end, he is and always will be with Louis. All while he stands there and performs the stunt with a subdued and knowing smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. And in perfect choose-your-own-adventure form, many fans (solos) are reading the video as Harry’s expression that he feels at home on stage. Which he obviously does. But it’s a cursory and easy reading. The reverse provides the subtext (where Larries live and die and thrive and anguish). Also ... yes, he’s wearing a traditionally feminine blouse and challenging gender norms. But it’s specifically a Peter Pan collar, which got its name from the costume Maude Adams wore for a Broadway production of Peter Pan in 1905. (She was a lesbian and played Peter in a gender-bending role.) So, an allusion to another stage performance and to queer culture (and I will low-key celebrate it as a nod to his Peter Pan of a husband).

#larry #harry #harry styles #hs3 #harry's house #buster keaton #stunts #the yah account tweeted 'welcome home'#and the youarehome.co door opened to a scene of harry #which ended up being the album cover for harry's house #in which he appear right side up while the furniture in the room hangs from the ceiling #and the objects from the ads show up:#the vase of tulips #the plate of eggs by the lamp #there's also a chair and couch #and we see the arched door but we're inside the room now #so much stuff #so much symbolism #too much for limericks and tags #and christ now i need to go limerick about his iceland hot springs husband #limerick-hs #march 23 #2022 #olivia apparently posted the keaton clip in october of 2020 #shortly before the stunt went into action #i'm sure she'll find a way to co-opt this #and the little styleswilders will believe olivia breathed keaton into existence #updated the post with more thorough research about how keaton held his mark for the stunt

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anaxandria-writes · 2 years

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There is a queen of AO3 tags and it’s @teacup-tai. She has brought us such gems of tags as “a confusing wank in the shower,” “drarry meets church,” “this blow job is going to break you for the good reasons,” and my personal favorite: “he [Voldemort] holds onto restraint like a lifeline”

You want a writer who can break your heart? Tai. You want a writer who can write super hot smut? Tai. You want a writer that can make you consider characters/worlds you’ve never thought about before in 3K words? TAI!

random recs and superlatives

the character study you need to read: The Old Ways // NR // 3K // Walburga Black/Tom Riddle // Walburga as you've never seen her before: a powerful and capitvating dark witch with so much life. Voldemort can't stay away and if you read this, neither will you.

an unexpectedly and incredibly moving AU: For God is love // M // 3K // Drarry // Respectful and beautiful, regardless of your religious (or not) inclinations. My heart is still aching.

Blaise being too sexy for Ron’s (and the reader)’s sanity: The Truth Runs Wild // E // 3K // Blairon // Tai writes with so much imagery and she gives so much life to cocky (lol) quidditch player Blaise. To quote the fic: "Ron is very much not straight."

NINJA PANSY?!?!? (a.k.a. part 1 of a new series to look out for): All Rivers Merge into the Sea // T // 3.4K // Gen // The worldbuilding of Japanese magic is FANTASTIC and I'm obsessed. You have to meet Minamoto Panji.

the fic to make you fall in love (again) with Wolfstar: One Night in Limerick // M // 3K // Wolfstar // A raw, tender and emotional look at Remus and Sirius reuniting after Sirius' imprisonment. It brought tears to my eyes and a magical sense of hope.

Tai, I think we first connected over Blaise and rarepairs and I’m so glad we did. It’s been a bit, but thank you for sharing your works with the HP community! You’ve hurt us in all the best ways and I hope you have a fantastic day! Sending all the love! 💙

for more info on mutuals march and/or to figure out why the hell I just wrote an ode to you, check out this post. this post was written by Anaxandria, who is guest-hosting for @thebooktopus.

#anaxandria fic recs #mutuals march #drarry #wolfstar #blairon #hp rare pairs #author: teacup-tai

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a-kind-of-merry-war · 3 years

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The Valdo Marx-ter list

Some highlights from the various misadventures of @valdomarxxx, in chronological(ish) order. Enjoy!

Valdo introduces himself

... and immediately begins antagonising Jaskier

Val is "dominating"

Did you fuck my Witcher, Valdo

Valdo & Jask have a spat about... blowing an instrument

More fighting (Friends to what)

Deny the feelings, Val

why did you draw hearts around Jaskier

......and the follow up, in which Jaskier squirms beneath him

"what started the rivalry" pt 1

"what started the rivalry" pt 2

Valdo talks about "daggers", and gets poetic

Valdo discovers Joey Batey

(and his arse)

...much to everybody's amusement

Stage names

Valdo and Merry get into a fight (and I truly lose my mind)

Valdo gets a new icon (again; thanks to @srapsodia who genuinely had no idea who Valdo really was)

On being a bard

Valdo meets Eskel & passes on a message

Did you always want to be a bard - Pt 1

Love triangles

WATB DAY ONE - Giving Gifts

WATB DAY TWO - Meeting after a long time apart

WATB DAY THREE - Sex with a "stranger"

Why would you cling to someone for twenty years who never even loved you...

WATB DAY FOUR - Witcher discrimination

Favourite/least favourite things about Jaskier

WATB DAY FIVE - Hades & Persephone

"If you break their heart, you break mine too"

WATB DAY SIX - Dancing

WATB DAY SEVEN - Sharing something vulnerable (Essi poem)

WATB DAY EIGHT - Bedtime stories

Valdo tries and fails to flirt with Geralt

Having highly erotic fantasies about your bros is normal, right

More denial (now Jaskier is involved too)

WATB DAY NINE - Role reversal (Valdo gets dumped)

Valdo has fun with innuendo

WATB DAY TEN - There was only one bed

Valdo gets drunk (and refuses to confess)

Valdo is still drunk (and writes a limerick, badly)

WATB DAY ELEVEN - Sex pollen

Valdo is drunk and horny on main

Valdo realises he might have to do something about this mess

Jaskier in a dress

Valdo struggles with WATB DAY TWELVE, "deadly serious curses"

...and Geralt is typically cagey with the information about a very specific curse

Valdo decides to tell Jaskier how he feels

....and then someone sends him a video of Jaskier wishing for his death.

And then the second S2 trailer drops, thank you Netflix.

WATB DAY FOURTEEN - Hands and hand injury (check out the tags too)

Beetle!Valdo, my beloved. Thank you @flowercrown-bard!

Valdo writes a poem in response to Jaskier's confession

WATB DAY FIFTEEN - VALDO CONFESSES ALL!!

And messages Jaskier to tell him how he feels (with a happy ending)

Wrapping up/revealing who Valdo really was

#valdo marx #valdomarxxx #RP blog #masterpost #ive no idea why the colours are messed jp #theyre fine in post editor

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tiarnanabhfainni · 3 years

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i wrote another fic about generational trauma and the winchesters, this time featuring deadbeat mom extraordinaire mary née campbell, displacement, emigration, the american wake and just really missing your mom.

gonna quickly tag a few mutuals who might be interested but also you can find the fic under the cut

@uhuraha @myaimistrue @nonsensegnomes

American Wake

On a mild summer’s day in 1950, a wedding took place in Normal, Illinois. Dressed in a simple white dress that she had inherited from her mother, Millie Walsh looked up at the man who was to be her husband in daze of transcendent happiness. She had good reason to be besotted. His name was Henry Winchester and he was a dashing young academic of the supernatural with a fascinating air of mystery that surrounded him. They had met the previous year when he had come to her home in New York on a fact-finding mission. Millie fell in love after only two minutes of conversation.

With such a buoyant adoration to carry her through, Millie was perfectly happy to relocate to a state far from her family and friends to build a new life with charming debonair Henry. She knew about the supernatural elements of his life. How could she not? But it was a trade she was perfectly willing to make for the opportunity to create a family with him.

And she paid dearly for that decision. Millie lost a husband and was left to raise her four year old son alone.

It was all entirely avoidable of course. The Winchester name was not her inheritance by birth. No Cupid had ever marked her name for Henry. It was by no means a match made in heaven. If not for love, Millie could have lived a life completely divorced from the less-than-natural.

After her husband’s disappearance her heart hardened and she abandoned the Winchester name and any association with the supernatural. Packing her bags for Kansas, she returned instead to the ways of her own people. For Millie’s family had a long history of leaving their pasts behind them.

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Millie’s maternal line can be traced back to a small town in Limerick, Ireland now known by the name of Patrickswell. The farm where her grandmother was reared would likely have been a fair few miles from the town itself but it’s difficult to be precise about these things since many of the records of the era were destroyed in an explosion during the Civil War of the 1920’s.

Bridget Ó Laochdha lived in a hard place surrounded by tough people. There was no work in the surrounding towns and villages and her family was forced to eke out a living on rented land. Most of the local community spoke little to no English and spent most of their day-to-day lives conversing and working through the medium of the Irish language.

The Ó Laochdha family was no exception to this rule. Bridget - as the sole member of the family with more than a rudimentary grasp on the foreign tongue - had been translating for her father at the market for most of her young life.

The rugged countryside that surrounded them was austere and beautiful but there was darkness around every corner. Violence engulfed the region as the Land War raged around them. The threat of eviction was a constant sword of Damocles over their heads and the precarity of the political situation left a permanent mark on Bridget’s development.

Bridget loved her family, of course she did. She loved the language she spoke with them and the easy rhythm of her life. But she knew that there was a brighter future out there somewhere on the other side of an ocean. Somewhere she wouldn’t hear constant news of Whiteboys, Invincibles and their clashes with the police. Somewhere that was safer, where she might get a job and support her family from afar. All she needed was the means to get there.

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Mary idolises her dad when she’s young as children are prone to do. Her family are heroes who straddle the line between the known and the unknown and keep the world safe from the evil lurking in the shadows.

As a teenager, she joins the family business and she’s a natural. She excels particularly at getting information out of young witnesses. She sits amongst small groups of girls, nodding along to conversations about music, miniskirts and make-up and nudging the topic of discussion slowly around to the subject of her father’s latest hunt. Mary’s good with the guys too, she finds that a well-placed laugh or look can get her most of what she needs.

But intel is not the only area where she excels. Mary’s a sharpshooter and she’s not afraid to get her hands dirty. Hand her a shovel and she can dig a grave just as fast as the boys. She even knows the best technique for washing blood off her hands.

She’s on a path to be one of the best in the business. And she hates it.

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Although many people left Ireland to try their luck in the United States in those days, it was still a difficult path to tread. Tickets to get to New York were expensive and hard to come by. Buying a ticket at the harbour was as likely to get you scammed as to get you a place on the boat.

Bridget was fortunate in that her local parish priest was looking to sponsor a few young hopefuls on the trip across the Atlantic and offered her a place. That decision might have been the hardest any in her family had ever had to make. To leave behind everything she knew and understood for the small chance that her life could be better. She made that choice nonetheless.

The tradition of The American Wake was one that dated back to the famine years in Ireland to mourn the departure of a loved one to that far off place across the ocean. There would be no real way to send letters home consistently and economic conditions meant that the emigrants would likely never be able to return home. What do you do when you are setting up to grieve someone who is still alive? You hold a funeral.

On Bridget’s last day in Limerick she cried until her tear ducts ran dry. She sat in the centre of the room and listened to the keening women wail around her. Her father could not speak his sadness but he stood beside her and rested his hand on her shoulder, bowing his head in silent prayer. Her mother held her face in her hands and whispered one last goodbye.

Yet amidst all of the tears and the heartache, a sense of relief made its way into Bridget’s bones and settled in her spine. There was death and loss but a future there too. A brand new life in a brand new land. And while they’d never say it, her family was relieved too, she could see it in their eyes. This was one less mouth to feed, one less person to clothe. The money she will send home in remittances would lighten her father’s load by a considerable degree.

As she boarded the boat in Cobh, she stared at the ticket clutched tightly in her hand and thought not of what it had taken from her but of the life it stood to grant her.

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When Mary meets John for that second date outside his mother’s house, she knows that this is it. That he is her ticket out.

She clutches his body in her lap and cries and she doesn’t know what to do. With death and destruction all around her, Mary makes the only choice she can.

Deanna’s body still lies abandoned on the kitchen tiles. But isn't it better, in a way, that she never had to face her daughter leaving her behind?

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The first impression America made on Bridget was not a positive one. No sooner than she arrived at Ellis Island, did they take the last vestiges of her home away from her. Bridget Leahy took her first step onto foreign soil without even her name to console her.

Her first job in New York was that of a kitchen worker in a large airy home in the employ of a family belonging to the upper echelons of East Coast society. Her hours were long and her fingers near scrubbed to the bone. Since her food and board were covered, every penny that she earned was sent home to Patrickswell.

While her English had served her well in local markets of Limerick, she found that they were quite inadequate here among native speakers. She sat around the table in the servants’ quarters with the others who worked in the home and listened as conversations happened all around her. They all spoke so fast and the topic of conversation switched so quickly that she couldn't quite keep track. Bridget simply did not have the vocabulary to contribute and so she stopped speaking entirely.

The longing for home was like a physical wound lodged just under her ribs and sometimes she wondered how she continued to breathe through the pain.

The only times that she could recognise herself was on her rare evenings off when she made her way down to the local Irish dance hall. There she could allow young men from Inchicore, Kilrush and Listowel to spin her around a room to the music of home and forget where she was for just a few hours.

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It is impossible to overemphasise how little the role of a housewife suits Mary Winchester. The sundresses feel awkward on her form and the kitchen still feels like a foreign land.

The other mothers in the neighbourhood all seem to speak the same language as they switch tracks fluently between complaining good-naturedly about their husbands and swapping recipe cards. Mary has never felt more out of place.

She doesn’t know where she fits or how to contribute. The loss of her mother is like a crater in her chest and she doesn’t know where to lay down all of the grief she holds in her hands. She thinks she would be better at holding her children without it.

When it all gets too much, she sheds the skin of Mary Winchester and leaves her small family behind to retrace the Campbell path. She might not be able to get her family back but she can pretend to be home for just a small while when on a hunt.

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In a small catholic church on an intersection, Bridget Leahy married Mick Walsh of Tyrone in a small, private ceremony. As a married woman, she left the world of employment behind and started the task of homemaking in their small Manhattan apartment. She did her best to keep the rooms aired out and clean but the grime of the city was ever present.

When she looked out of the window and saw grey dusty streets she couldn't help but compare the view to green fields and the fresh air of the Limerick countryside. Her husband worked in construction, building monuments of steel to the sky that looked towards an American future while she remained stuck in an Irish past.

When Bridget’s pregnancy first became obvious to the couple, they were delighted. This was their chance to build something of their own on American soil. A family.

When her waters broke, the women of the neighbourhood rushed into her room to oversee the birth and refused to let her husband in so he could hold her hand.

In another life maybe Bridget stayed at home and married a local boy in Patrickswell. Maybe she gave birth at home next to her parents’ fireplace with all of the women of her family around her and her mother stroking her hair.

Maybe she was destined to die in childbirth no matter where she was but at least at home the last voice in her ears would have been in a tongue that was her own.

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Just like Millie Winchester née Walsh before her, Mary Winchester let the supernatural into her home in a desperate grab for the life that she wanted to build.

And just like her mother-in-law before her, a demon crashed through the walls and destroyed every semblance of a family that she had found.

#spn #mary winchester #i can make up backstories for all the grandmothers in spn just you watch #ill do something for the milligans next (not really)#anyway seriously to my mutuals no pressure if you don't like it #it posessed me to write it but i couldn't tell you if it was good or not #also i had to pare my writing down for the dean one bc i know next to nothing about coal mining in kansas #and i was trying to mask that #while i know just enough to be annoying here #emmigrationnatural

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iustus alius dies ad domum

This has two parts: Information and the fic itself. For slightly easier accessibility, I will put both in this post itself.

Some information first:

Summary: Julius Bell knows a lot of things, and what he doesn’t know, he learns. Right? (For the Wednesday prompt ‘Favourite Bell Sibling’ of the Victoriocity Appreciation Week 2021. Takes place after ‘SMS Brandenburg’, shortly before Lunae lumen ipsum.)

Fandoms: Victoriocity(Podcast)

Rating: General Audiences

Relationships: Gen

Word count: 666 words(okay....)

Characters: Julius Bell, Septimus Bell, Augusta Bell, Aurelia Bell, Commodus Bell, Tiberius Bell, past implied Julius Bell/Dr. Emeline Tilvane, Dr. Emeline Tilvane(mentioned), John Balmoral(mentioned), Michael Monkfish | The Narrator(mentioned).

Additional Tags: Family feud: the Victorian drama, just kidding, I have no idea what the game is, so that reference is nonsensical at best, Septimus being a sweeties for n minutes straight(?), Julius being way too salty for a man of his size, Aurelia being my crush(is that cause of Beth Eyre, I think it’s also cause of Beth Eyre), The Bells being.....the Bells, I’m waaaaay too late with this, so have two fics!, ayyy, can’t really think of much else, author regrets everything, no beta we quarrel like the Bells, here you go

@victoriocity-appreciation for the Favourite Bell Sibling.

Part 5 of Love, Actually.

This was the information. For the rest of the fic, it’s all under the cut.

Fic:

In his position, Julius Bell had to know a lot of things. What he didn’t know, he had to learn, and what he knew, he had to hide. He’d come to understand, from brilliant inventor and trusted friend(he wasn’t ashamed to admit he’d hoped for more, but those times were long past) Dr. Emeline Tilvane, that they’d only resolved a small piece of the puzzle, that there was a lot more to the spy racket than they’d unearthed so far. Presently, however, this was not the only thing bothering him.

“You must understand, Julius, I cannot do this!”

He frowned. “Whyever not? It’s only a few men.”

“Yes,” Commodus gruffed, “And I need them all.” With that, Commodus, his brother, whom for the most part he tolerated, began to walk out, dashing all of Julius’ hopes with each retreating footstep.

“I will have them back by tomorrow, I promise.”

“It’s already the eleventh hour.”

It was at this point that Septimus decided to grace them with his presence. “Will you stop fighting? It is late, and some of us have early owuhs!”

“He’s right, Julius, can’t this wait till the morning?” Aurelia, who was a socialite, a planner of the highest order, the Bells almost never got to see, despite her schedule keeping being impeccable, had chosen NOW to visit?

“No, it most certainly cannot! This is a matter of national security!”

“It’s always a matter of national security with you, isn’t it? Never a good scoop, just an inane chatter surrounding it,” Augusta grumbled.

“Well-” He faltered. They would never really understand, would they? It wasn’t much use defending himself to them anyway, because they’d just offer up stranger and stranger critique by the passing word. “I have a source.”

This caught Augusta’s interest, while the others rolled their eyes. “Who is it?”

“I’m afraid I cannot tell you that.”

“Why?” Tiberius, who was sitting in the corner, probably writing some terrible poetry, limerick or haiku again, asked.

“Well, that could be because I do not actually know who it is, just that they’ve been sending notes all around the city to my contacts, and gauging their responses.”

Septimus sighed, then frowned. “There was a man at St. Bernadine’s who’d been shot in the leg, but left wight the day after, would ‘your contact’ have had anything to do with that?”

Julius pulled him aside and asked, “Would this man happen to be registered, in records as John Balmoral, by any chance?”

“He most coitanly was!”

“Oh, then yes, I suppose so, why?”

Septimus was not someone he’d generally disagreed too much with, though they’d still had their fair share of arguments leading with one either throwing something at the other, or chasing him around with a scalpel. Right then, Septimus almost looked comical, eyes bulging out of his head, eyebrows waggling about every which way.

“He was placed under obsoivation! And, he was shot in the leg! Couldn’t your contact have waited a few moi days?”

He simply shrugged. “I had nothing to do with that. Balmoral made his choice. I simply pushed him in the right direction.”

“Which was what, exactly?”

If he was being honest, even he had no idea. Apart from a small test, just to understand their reactions a bit better (Fleet and Ms. Entwhistle being the more inaccurate of the two in their assumption, as that interaction had become somewhat common knowledge due to Michael Monkfish’s incessant narration), he wasn’t entirely sure why he’d sent the notes out in the first place.

A new worry began to grow in its stead.

What if his contact went rogue, sending more notes all around Even Greater London? What then? He hated the conclusion he’d come up with, but he knew he would be better of admitting it while he still could. Before it was too late.

He shook his head, and sighed, looking at his brother, whose anger began to melt into genuine worry. “I don’t know, Septimus. I don’t know.”

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