#(but that's not related to what happened to us this week)

[fertile-void]

doing them all again.

1. Favourite song of all time - currently - somehow the wonder of life prevails by Mark kozelek

2. Go-to karaoke song - I don't really sing karaoke but it would be soak up the sun or welcome to the black parade depending

3. Tattoo you'd get of lyrics - My first tattoo was "second is the rest" from smog's "drinking at the dam." I also have a stick and poke of "ys" on my ankle.

4. Music tattoo that isn't lyrics - Nothing comes to mind that'd be important enough to tattoo.

5. Song that makes you cry - The instrumental swells in first weeks - gem club

6. Song you love you hate to admit - I don't hate to admit liking anything. There are artists who I don't exile from my mind because of shitty things they've done in their personal life, because I don't believe in that, so I would not love talking about that with dogmatic people, but personally I don't hate to admit liking anything.

7. What song makes you think of your parents - mom would be lady of shalot by loreena mckennitt, dad would be nothin' by Townes van zandt, anything by Paul desmond or cactus by ferron. stepdad would be don't stop believing by journey

8. Best song to play at sexy times - Jupiter 8 by Sharon van etten

9. Top 3 bands or artists - 1. Bill Callahan 2. Joanna Newsom 3. Dory Previn or Sun Kil Moon

10. What band were you obsessed with as a child - I really liked Queen. Yeah they're still great.

11. Best live show you've been to - Colin Stetson

12. Band you've never seen you're dying to see - Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds

13. Album you'd frame and put in your house - my own. Recorded the Celtic originals I wrote with my bandmate between 2017 and 2020, and it is taking forever to mix and get set up because she had kids, I had deaths, life got insane etc and it's not our main gig, but it will happen eventually and that's the beauty of it being a side passion for both of us. And when it does, I will hang it up :)

14. Music related home decorations - Ross and I were in alela Diane's "of love" music video and we were on the ad, so I printed that and it's in our music corner. We also have an original portrait of us painted by Mickey Avalon in our bedroom.

15. Song you're obsessed with at the moment - love takes miles by Cameron Winter

16. Song ruined by an ex - none. My only serious ex is still a really good friend of mine, and "situationships" that were even deeply unhealthy have kind of just faded from my being, I don't hold onto resentments. So I can still listen to songs that once made me spiky and sad. Love is all by tallest man on earth would have applied about 11 years ago though.

17. Song to listen to go pump you up to do something difficult - Caravan by Joe Stilgoe from Whiplash lmao. "Get over yourself stop bitching and just do it" motivation really works on me.

18. Song you can't help dancing to - curtains?! by Timber Timbre

19. Greatest love song of all time - I can only answer this subjectively like anything but my faves would be thunderbolt's goodnight or change of time by Josh Ritter, or what comes after certainty by bill callahan

20. Band tshirts - I don't think I have any anymore tbh. Merch at shows are too gd expensive

21. Best album of all time - my favourite is Benji by sun kil moon. I think it's a one of a kind masterpiece with nothing remotely like it.

22. Band with the most interesting story - idk, Charlie Manson

23. Do you create your own playlists? How many? - yes, and a lot. I only listen to my "found post 2025" and my wedding playlist that I add relevant love songs to currently though. I'm at a point lately where the entire past needs to be compartmentalized honestly. Thinking about any part of the past other than my love with Ross is too painful, there's just been too much loss over the last 2 years.

24. How many hours a day spent listening to music - idk. Not too much. When I drive and cook mostly.

25. Any activity you can't do without music? - no. I value silence a lot.

26. What song do you always associate with a movie or TV show - obviously many, but Springsteen's I'm on fire has a way of making it into really good evocative scenes consistently

27. Which artists wardrobe would you steal - Anais Mitchell always has great clothes that look comfy and casual still

28. Most underrated band or artist - idk. There are so many.

29. Most overrated artist - not to be that person, but Taylor Swift. milquetoast songs af. She's skilled at marketing and doing mediocre and bland impressions of what will sell at any given moment in time though.

30. Do you sing along in the car/shower/other places? - yes, I like singing

🎵🎸🎹 music ask game 🎵🎸🎹

what is your favourite song of all time?

what is your go-to karaoke song?

if you were to get lyrics tattooed on you, which would they be? (or tell about what you already have!)

if you were to get a non-lyrics music tattoo, what would it be? (or tell about one you already have!)

is there a song that always makes you cry, no matter what? what is it?

is there/what is a song that you secretly love but you hate to admit it?

is there/what is a song that always makes you think of your parents?

what do you think is the best song to play during sexy times?

who are your top three all time favourite bands or artists?

what band were you obsessed with as a child? do you still like them?

what is the best live music show you've ever been to?

who is a band or artist that you've never seen that you're dying to see?

what's an album cover that you would frame and put up in your house?

do you have any music related home decorations?

what is a song you are obsessed with at the moment?

is there/what is a song that has been ruined for you by an ex or a former crush/situationship/relationship?

what song do you listen to if you need to pump yourself up to do something difficult?

what's a song that you absolutely cannot help dancing to?

what do you think is the greatest love song of all time?

do you have any band t-shirts or other clothing items and what are they??

what is the best album of all time?

what band do you think has the best or most interesting story? (toxic breakup, bandmates in love, etc)

Do you create your own playlists? If so, how many do you have?

How many hours a day would you say you spend listening to music?

Is there any activity (walking, housework, studying, etc) that you cannot do without music?

Is there/what is a song that you always associate with a movie or tv show?

which musical artist's wardrobe would you like to steal for your own?

Most underrated band or artist?

Most overrated band or artist?

Do you sing along to songs in the car? In the shower? other places?

[gf2bellamy]

Hi, I love your Spencer fics, literally bright up my days every time I read one.

I was wondering if you could do one where bau!reader is obsessed every time Spencer wear his glasses (S2 Spencer is my weakness) like reader gets so flustered and shy when he’s around. And he KNOWS IT and he secretly does it because he likes to see reader all flushed and shy. It could be tooth-rotting sweet and the slowest of burns. I love shit like that 🤭

You can do whatever it feels right, I’m sure I’m gonna love it whatever you chose to write 💜

Thank youuuu so much ✨

glasses — spencer reid

pairing: spencer reid x reader ( no use of y/n ) content warnings: mention of an old case , a/n: i had the best time writing this bc i fear i relate to reader too much

“Oh, God,” you mumbled under your breath as you walked into the conference room with Elle.

There he was. Spencer Reid. Sitting at the table, his glasses perched on his nose, his focus entirely on the file in front of him. Your heart skipped a beat at the sight of him, and you had to force yourself to keep walking, to not just stop and stare. 

Elle chuckled softly beside you, clearly noticing your reaction. “Well, this is going to be a fun day,” she said, her teasing as she gave you a playful look.

She headed straight for a seat, deliberately leaving the one next to Spencer free. Of course she did. You shot her a quick glare, but she just smirked, clearly enjoying herself. 

You hesitated for a moment, your stomach doing a little flip as you slowly made your way toward the empty seat. Spencer glanced up as you approached, his lips curving into a warm smile as you sat down next to him.

“Good morning,” he greeted you, his voice soft and warm, and your breath literally caught in your throat.

Why did he have to look so good with glasses on? It wasn’t fair. 

It took you a second too long to realize you were just staring at him like an idiot. “Hi, hello, morning,” you blurted out, your words tumbling over each other in your rush to respond.

You mentally face-palmed yourself. Smooth. Really smooth. 

But Spencer didn’t seem to notice your awkwardness—or if he did, he was too polite to mention it. He just smiled at you again before turning his attention back to the front of the room, where JJ was beginning to brief the team on the case. You were grateful for the distraction.

If Spencer had looked at you for even a second longer, you were pretty sure you would’ve passed out on the spot. 

As JJ started talking, you tried to focus on the case details, but it was hard when Spencer was sitting right next to you.

Every time he adjusted his glasses or scribbled something in his notebook, you had to force yourself to look away, to not get caught staring again. 

Elle, of course, was no help. Every time you glanced in her direction, she was smirking at you, clearly enjoying your struggle. You made a mental note to get her back later, but for now, you were too busy trying to keep your composure. 

The universe, it seemed, had it out for you.

Just thirty minutes later, you found yourself sitting in your usual window seat on the jet. But then, of course, Spencer sat down right next to you. Again. You mentally face-palmed yourself.

Why does this keep happening? 

Spencer turned to you, his glasses catching the light as he adjusted them slightly. “So, what are you reading this week?” he asked, his tone curious.

The two of you always talked about the books you were reading—it was kind of your thing—and since you hadn’t seen each other over the weekend, he was clearly eager to catch up. 

You looked up at him, and immediately regretted it.

Bad idea. Terrible idea. Awful idea.

Oh my God, how does someone look this good? The way his glasses framed his eyes, the way his hair fell just so, the way he was looking at you with that soft, expectant smile—it was too much.

The blush crept up your neck and spread across your cheeks as you quickly averted your gaze, trying to remember how to form words. 

“I, uh—” you started, your mind going completely blank. What the hell were you reading? Suddenly, you couldn’t remember a single book you’d ever read in your entire life. Your brain had officially decided to betray you. 

Spencer seemed to notice your struggle. “Oh, have you finished Lord of the Flies yet?” he asked, practically throwing you a lifeline.

“Oh, right, that book,” you said, nodding a little too enthusiastically as you toyed with the sleeve of your sweater. “No, I haven’t finished it yet.”

Spencer watched you, a small, knowing smile creeping up on his face. He might be oblivious to a lot of things—like social cues and subtle hints —but he was most definitely not oblivious to how you reacted to him when he wore glasses.

He’d noticed the way your eyes lingered on him, the way your cheeks flushed, the way you stumbled over your words. And, if he was being honest with himself, he kind of liked it. 

His smile grew wider as he saw you toying with your sleeve, a nervous habit you always had when you were flustered. It was endearing, really, and he couldn’t help but feel a little smug knowing he was the cause of it. But as much as he enjoyed seeing you like this, he decided to give you a break.

For now. 

“Well, I’ve been reading—” Spencer started, seamlessly shifting the conversation as he launched into a ramble about the latest book he’d picked up.

As Spencer continued, you noticed the way his glasses slipped down his nose every so often, and how he’d push them back up without even thinking about it. It was such a small, mundane gesture, but for some reason, it made your heart skip a beat.

Did you also mention that the universe had it out for you?

Because it seemed like your wonderful unit chief, Aaron Hotchner, had decided to join in on the cosmic joke. As the team gathered to discuss the next steps in the case, Hotch turned to you and Spencer with that calm, authoritative tone of his. “Since this is an old case, we’ll need to go through the archived files. You two will handle that. The rest of us will focus on the new leads.” 

Your stomach dropped. Of course.

Of course Hotch thought it would be a great idea to pair you and Spencer together. The case you were working on was an old one, which meant hours—possibly days—of sifting through dusty boxes of files, reports, and evidence logs.

And you’d be doing it in a small, confined room. With Spencer. Who would undoubtedly be wearing his glasses. 

The idea of being stuck in close quarters with him, surrounded by stacks of paperwork, while he looked unfairly good in those glasses, sounded like a special kind of hell. You could already feel your cheeks heating up at the thought. 

As Hotch finished speaking, Elle glanced at you, her lips curling into a knowing smile. She raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying your predicament. You shot her a frown, silently pleading for her to stop, but she just smirked and gave you a subtle thumbs-up.

Traitor, you thought. 

An hour later, you were settled in the small, dimly lit room, surrounded by stacks of case files and boxes of evidence. The two of you worked side by side, the silence occasionally broken by Spencer’s ramblings about the case.

You tried to focus, you really did, but every time he adjusted his glasses or leaned over to show you something, your brain short-circuited a little. 

At some point, Spencer stood up and left the room, leaving you alone with your thoughts and the mountain of paperwork.

You took the opportunity to fan your face and mutter a quick, “Get it together,” under your breath.

But just as you were starting to regain your composure, he returned, holding two cups of coffee. 

“Here,” he said, handing you one of the cups. “Be careful, it’s hot.” 

Your fingers brushed slightly as you took the cup from him, and you almost dropped the entire thing. Yep, you were officially incapable of doing anything when he was looking at you with those glasses on.

“Thanks,” you mumbled, your voice barely above a whisper as you took your first sip. 

Big mistake. The coffee was hot. Like, scalding-your-tongue, why-did-I-do-this kind of hot. But at least he got your order right. He always did.

As you kept working, the two of you eventually found yourselves sorting through the same box. Your hands brushed more than once as you exchanged small comments about the case, each touch sending tiny sparks up your arm. You tried to ignore it, focusing instead on the pages in front of you. 

“Wait, look at this,” you said, flipping open a file. “Isn’t that—” you paused, scanning the document. “Isn’t that connected to—” 

Spencer leaned in, peering over your shoulder. His breath was warm against your skin, and suddenly, you forgot what you were even saying. 

“No, wrong year,” he pointed out, his voice low and right next to your ear. 

“Oh—oh, right.” You blinked, forcing yourself to focus. “Didn’t see that.” 

But then you made a mistake. A terrible, life-altering mistake. You turned your head to glance at him, and—oh. Oh no. 

You were close. Too close. His face was right there, mere inches away. The soft glow of the desk lamp reflected off his glasses, highlighting his features, his slightly parted lips, the look in his eyes as he studied you. 

Panic surged through you. Nope. Nope, absolutely not. Your heart kicked into overdrive, and before you could stop yourself, you whipped your head back toward the file so fast you nearly gave yourself whiplash. 

Spencer didn’t move away. If anything, his lips quirked up slightly, amused. Oh, he knew exactly what he was doing. 

And then, before your brain could filter your thoughts, the words tumbled out. 

“You need to stop doing that.” 

The moment they left your mouth, you bit your tongue, regretting them instantly. 

Spencer raised an eyebrow, that infuriatingly small, knowing smile playing at the corners of his lips. “Doing what?” 

You opened your mouth, then closed it. Because what were you supposed to say? Looking ridiculously good in glasses? Standing too close? Making my brain short-circuit every time you exist? 

You dropped a file onto the table with a dull thud, turning to face him—oh, big mistake. Your brain short-circuited. Again.

Completely empty. Nothing. Not a single coherent thought in sight.

But somehow, by some miracle, you managed to get one word out. 

“That,” you muttered, forcing yourself to look away again. 

Spencer was enjoying this. You could feel it. He was getting closer—closer to making you say it out loud, the thing he knew you were dancing around. And God help you, the teasing glint in his eyes told you he wasn’t about to let this go. 

“That?” he echoed, feigning innocence, his voice lilting in playful curiosity. 

You swallowed hard. He was pretending not to know, dragging this out like some kind of game. And you made the fatal mistake of looking at him again. 

That was it. Game over. 

Your eyes locked onto his, and the world around you seemed to blur. The corners of his lips were twitching like he was holding back a smirk. The glasses only made it worse—made him worse. The soft glow of the desk lamp reflected against them as he waited for you to crack. 

And, of course, you did. 

“God, where are your contacts?” you blurted out before you could stop yourself. 

The moment the words left your mouth, your stomach dropped. Oh. Oh no. 

Spencer blinked, then—he laughed. 

You shut your eyes, mortified. Maybe if you pretended hard enough, the universe would grant you a reset button. 

But no. That wasn’t happening. 

You forced yourself to open your eyes again, only to find him looking down at you, his face still lit up with amusement, his lips curled into a small, knowing smile. 

“I left them at home,” Spencer said, his voice still carrying traces of laughter. 

Then, as if to drive the dagger even deeper, he added, “I thought you liked my glasses better.” 

Your mouth fell open. 

What. 

There were no thoughts. Only static. 

Spencer tilted his head again, watching your reaction with barely concealed amusement. You could practically feel the smugness radiating off of him, and it was infuriating. 

“I—what—” you stammered, unable to form a single cohesive sentence. 

His grin widened. Yeah, he knew exactly what he was doing. 

And you? You were done for. 

You opened and closed your mouth like a fish out of water, desperately searching for a response—any response—that wouldn’t make you sound like a complete idiot. But your brain had officially abandoned you. 

Spencer just stood there, watching you with that infuriating little smirk, completely and utterly enjoying himself. 

“Oh my God,” you groaned, dragging a hand down your face. “You know what you’re doing.” 

Spencer blinked at you innocently. Too innocently. “I really don’t,” he said, but his tone was dripping with amusement. 

You squinted at him, crossing your arms. “You do.” 

His lips twitched. “Do I?” 

You let out an exasperated sigh, turning away as if that would help you escape this absolute nightmare of a conversation. But you weren’t that lucky. 

Because, of course, Spencer took a step closer. 

Your heart nearly stopped. 

The small archive room suddenly felt way too small. The scent of his cologne, the warmth radiating off of him—it was all-consuming, and your body reacted before your brain could catch up. You stiffened, fingers tightening around the file you’d completely forgotten you were holding. 

Spencer’s voice dropped just slightly, lower, smoother, as he leaned in a fraction closer. “So… you don’t like my glasses?” 

You turned back to him, already shaking your head. “I didn’t say that.” 

“Hmm.” He tapped a thoughtful finger against his chin. “So you do like them.” 

You gasped. “That’s not—” You stopped yourself before you could dig your own grave even deeper. 

But Spencer was grinning now. He had you. He knew he had you. 

“You’re blushing,” he pointed out, oh so smugly. 

“Am not,” you shot back immediately. Which was a bold lie, considering your face felt like it was on fire. 

Spencer’s grin widened. “You are.” 

You groaned, letting your head fall back in defeat. “You’re insufferable.” 

“I’ve been told,” he said, completely unbothered. 

For a moment, you just stood there, arms crossed, staring him down like you could somehow will him into dropping this whole thing. But Spencer Reid was nothing if not persistent. And very entertained. 

Finally, you sighed, deciding the only way out of this was to own it. “Fine.” You lifted your chin. “Maybe I do like your glasses. So what?” 

Spencer’s eyes lit up, and you immediately regretted saying anything at all. 

“Oh,” he said, slow and teasing, his voice practically dripping with satisfaction. “That’s… interesting.” 

You scowled. “Shut up.” 

He just beamed. “I didn’t say anything.” 

“You’re thinking things.” 

“I think things all the time.” 

You let out an exasperated sigh, shoving a case file into his chest. “Read, Dr. Reid. Before I murder you with this very heavy binder.” 

Spencer chuckled, pushing his glasses up his nose. “Anything to distract you from my unbearable attractiveness, I suppose.” 

Your jaw dropped. “Spencer!” 

But he was already flipping through the file like nothing had happened, looking far too pleased with himself. 

And you? You were never going to live this down. 

[multiheadcanons]

THE MERCS ACTUALLY WOULD WISH THAT ON THEIR WORST ENEMY

aka: request— the mercs receive an invitiation to their enemy’s funeral

scout: he wakes up one day and checks the mail. didn’t know why he thought to do that today, but it was a good thing. somethings in there for him. from his cousin, no less. weird. he opens it, and sees card stock saying “gather in remembrance for Matthew Hunter Crowsman” matthew…. matthew. that son of a bitch is dead? he is off to a phone. to any phone. begging snipes to take him to the payphone. uses the “i gotta call my ma” excuse because it always works on snipes. when he gets to a phone and makes the call, the second he hears that muffled “hello?” of his cousin through the static he is cackling. “who got the bastard? who ordered the hit??” “oh, you finally get that card i sent ya, jerry?” “received it, read it, laughed. who ordered the hit?” “ma got sick of his shit, man. asked me about a month back, at this point. they found him a couple weeks ago. construction dug the body up.” “you need to dig deeper graves. hey, i know a lady down here, she’s damn good at disposal—” he doesn’t end up going, but he’ll send flowers for the next of kin. matthew hunter crowsman has lived rent free in jeremy willis’ mind since the fourth grade when he killed the goldfish his dad got him at show and tell. it was the only thing he had of the man. well now the fuckers dead. dead by his family’s hands. and he didn’t even have to do it. it’s nice to have a big family sometimes.

soldier: soldier had one woman who could be considered his nemesis, and he found out she died through the obituaries. it was this crotchety old bitch he ran into at the grocery store. she took his favorite box of cereal, the last box of his favorite box of cereal in the only store in town, directly out of his cart. he was not invited to the wake and showed up anyway. looking nice and societally acceptable in his military blues, most family of the deceased asked his relation to the woman. he said he was an enemy. and he’s happy she’s dead. they end up getting him up there for the eulogy. he looks very nice behind a podium, even if he is ranting about a dead woman’s sticky fingers.

pyro: pyro doesn’t have enemies, they don’t know enough people to genuinely not like anyone. but pyro does love a funeral. just shows up to funerals to watch people cry. it’s like a touching film for them. the display of grief born from so much love, so much love never to be seen or felt again… it brings a tear to their eyes. but when that nasty french cigarette addict dies they’re gonna be front row to slam dunk the body into a two foot hole. it’ll be a party for pyro at spy’s funeral.

demo: demo also doesn’t have many enemies. and the enemies he does have at this point are in different continents. and he’s pretty sure they don’t think about him as much as he thinks about them. but he does keep an eye on the obituaries in case he needs to update his shit list and remove those who he outlived. he won those, by the way. those are considered wins in his book. if he outlives you he wins. he’ll send flowers to the next of kin of the first ten on the list. superiority rule and all.

heavy: heavy doesn’t need to go to the funeral! he’s there when they die! he has not had a mortal nemesis he didn’t kill with his bare hands. it’s somewhat sad, as he ponders that more, but it’s the way his life turned out. and he’s okay with that much. he knows some people wish they could say that one day, if at all. he’ll pay a moment’s worth of respect. then he’s moving on. might even be in a bit of a better mood on the outside! it’s a good day when enemies die. it’s one less worry off his plate. he even moves lighter. quicker on his feet. yes, it’s always a good day when an enemy dies.

engineer: engie wants to state for the record that he was a kid. and what happened that day was legally ruled an accident. but engie was never a big kid. he was on the chubby side, but he was never big enough to really hold his own against anyone who would find themselves in the position of being a bully against a conagher kid. and engie’s always had issues with keeping his hands to himself. it took a lot of work to not grow up to be that man. but there was this one kid. james. he wouldn’t leave him alone, and always managed to catch him alone, or off guard. and one day, he just got sick of it. nobody was looking at what was going on on the road. dell just shoved him. he didn’t see the car. the kid died from his injuries a couple days later. and he did go to the funeral. he genuinely didn’t mean to do it. he liked the feeling of satisfaction he got when they told him he was dead though. that made him feel real good. so now he just makes sure the body can’t be found. easier that way for everyone involved.

medic: the doctor had an academic rival. insanely intelligent, incredibly ugly, and much nicer than the doctor. everyone loved this guy. loved him a lot more than they liked herbert. but this guy was a fraud. nobody’s able to prove it, even to this day, that the man is a fraud. there are no controversies, no conflicting scientific research, the man’s got a squeaky clean record; but medic knows in his heart of hearts and his soul of souls that the dude was and still is a fraud and a liar. it wasn’t like the guy was doing groundbreaking research here, either. who cares about cancer treatment? but he was so beloved. so the joy, the cathartic sigh of satisfaction he let out the day he read the obituaries and saw he died from a hit and run… he thanked whatever god was there. and he did go to the funeral. told the team they were going to be down a doctor and dipped. he arrived drunk in his best black. sat in the back and smoked a cigarette. didn’t make a noise. just watched all of these people mourn him. then spit on his grave as they carried it towards his resting place and left. he claims it was the happiest day of his life.

sniper: sniper doesn’t have enemies like that. nor would he go if that was something offered to him. you probably would’ve already lost him at the mere mention of the name. if you insist on telling him someone he doesn’t like is dead, he’s going to respond “oh. that’s... okay then—” and then he will exit the conversation. might chuckle to himself when he’s alone, maybe even shake his head, but after that he’s done. back to business. he does not think about the people he doesn’t like. that’s a waste of mental effort.

spy: spy does a weekly check of the obituaries just in case he sees a name he may recognize. sometimes he does; but he remembers he’s reading the obituaries. and he continues.

[ofmdrecaps]

02/13-16/2025 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; David Jenkins; Rhys Darby; Con O'Neill; Samson Kayo; Alex Sherman; Guz Khan; Adopt Our Crew: Words of Love; Adopt Our Crew; Articles; Fan Spotlight: OFMD Craft Fair; You wear Fine Frames Well; Our Drag Means Slay; Love Notes

= David Jenkins =

And that's a wrap! The end of the Christmas Special! Thank you so much for reaching David's fic!

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= Rhys Darby =

Z-suite Episode 3 is finally up on Tubi and look who's in it as a complete cretin! Love that Rhys is getting to try out the not-so nice guy roles too! Check it out on Tubi!

New Cryptid Factor out soon!

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Rhys and Button's visit to the Queen Anne Experience, up on Substack paid!

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= Con O'Neill =

Con was out at The White Lotus S3 premiere!

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= Samson Kayo =

Samson's been giving us some fabulous behind the scenes pictures and videos from the set of the new Voltron Series!

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= Alex Sherman =

Our #AssTonight Master Alex Sherman was out at Grand Valley State University teaching students all about filmmaking! He even got the coolest flag put up with his beautiful mug on it!

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= Guz Khan =

Guz has been busy on Series 12 of Taskmaster!

And his 5th kiddo was born!

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== Adopt Our Crew: Words Of Love ==

Our friends over at @adoptourcrew finished up their words of love for Valentine's Day! Thank you again luvs for the info!

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== Adopt Our Crew ==

The polite menaces that they are, our fan crew @adoptourcrew also named a cockroach at the San Antonio Zoo after David Zaslav (WB CEO). Love the massive... or passive aggression, and doing good while you're at it! Love it!

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== Articles ==

And Speaking of @adoptourcrew who've been very busy the last week, they've also been keeping up on articles mentioning our show!

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== Fan Spotlight ==

= OFMD Craft Fair Auctions =

It's that time! so many of our incredible crafty crewmates have put up Queer and OFMD related items up for auction to benefit Campaign for Southern Equality to help out our trans sibs! Bidding is now open! www.32auctions.com/ofmdcraftfai..

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== You Wear Fine Frames Well ==

MORE EXCITING NEWS! The wonderful Ram and @tsutsuya worked very hard with so many brilliant and talented crew members to make this beautiful animation happen! Please check out the animation here! and if you'd like to see the individual frames you can here!

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= Our Drag Means Slay =

Guess who's back!? It's Our Drag Means Slay! The next Casting Call is up for the show in Chicago on 4/12! Performer applications are due March 7th! Please visit their linktr.ee and follow them on their socials to sign up and for more information!

Source: Our Drag Means Slay IG

= Nes & The Tiny Co-Captains =

It's been a bit since we've had some chibis from our wonderful crewmate Nes so please take a moment to appreciate these adorable little Ed and Stede's! Bsky / IG / Tumblr Nes' Linktr.ee

Source: Nes' Bluesky

Source: Nes' Bluesky

== Love Notes ==

Hey there lovelies. I was able to finally get this up! Only a couple days behind now. I'd really like to go back to the 2 day recaps because there's been so much more going on lately and it's hard to fit in one tumblr post for any more than 2 days at a time! I hope you all got a chance to read Chaos Dad's OFMD Fic. I've already seen so much fan art and fics built off of it-- which is so uplifting in my opinion. I know there's been questions on whether this is canon, whether it's what we'll see when we get an s3, and I think the answer right now is we just don't know. It feels very much like a gift to keep us engaged, and spread a little joy and love in the fandom, which we can always use. So don't fret either way okay-- just try to enjoy the ride if you can :). I have to say, like so many others, my favorite quote was: "Your Fight is My Fight, your Family is My Family."

I really hope all of you know that's exactly how I and so many of your crewmates feel about you too. I know times are uncertain right now and we're all struggling to get through. But this IS all of our fights, and you all are our family. So please lean on each other if you can.

You got this lovelies, Happy Tuesday. <3

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