#26 letters to write

[catharsis-in-a-bottle]

i am avoiding all work with the strength of a demigod right now

[littlefankingdom]

The Batman fandom infantilizing a near 30 years old white man taking in a child, saying he was a brother more than a father as if he wasn't a full grown adult taking in a child he could have birthed, but parentifying a brown young adult taking in his brother pre-teen for less than a year, saying he was a father more than a brother (only a year is barely enough but ok), or saying he was more a father to his other brothers than Bruce, when he met them when he was 18 and 21 is making me uncomfortable, ngl.

Like, Bruce is a "kid" when he became Dick's guardian when he canonically was over 25 (he started being Batman at 25), and a brother to him when he raised him for 10 years (and Dick probably has not many memories from before Bruce now), but Dick is a "father" to Damian he only had as his charge for less than a year, half of which they were fighting each others??? Make it make sense???

[babacontainsmultitudes]

Alright I know we already got an MCR intro but

I really think the intro for the next episode should be Taylor singing a parody of “Mama”

[sadroundface]

10022 (excerpt)

franko and his first OMC!

“Hungry,” Justin says, pulling back and looking pleased.  He wipes his lips with the back of his hand.  Christine doesn’t like sloppy kisses.  “Man, I thought you English blokes were all repressed and Protestant, but you’ve got some passion in there.”  

“What,” Frank says, trying to compose himself a little, “So I’m your first Protestant?”

“Yeah, it’s New York City, please.  I’m all about the Jewish boys and the guilty Catholics.  That former altar boy thing!  I’ve never been with the Church of England.  Who’s paying before we get the fuck out of here?”

“I—I will.”  Frank wants Justin to like him.  He wants to be liked.  And luckily he’d thought ahead and withdrawn quite a lot of cash from the ATM earlier.  No need to whip out the Amex that says “Frank Lampard” on it.  He felt like he was playing enough games with fate tonight as it was.  

Justin stares at Frank’s wallet.  “You didn’t know personal training could pay so much,” Frank said.

“Yeah, I sure the fuck didn’t.” 

“You probably couldn’t make it work.  I think it’s the accent.”

Justin squints.  “Something about you doesn’t add up, you know” he says.  “But it’s fucking hot.  I like a mystery.”  He gropes at Frank through his pants and Frank feels like he’ll pass out.  Nothing has ever felt this good in his life.  It’s not Christine, not Elen, not some girl he’s drowning his whole lifetime of sorrows in at a club.  It’s a man’s hand…

They leave the club with their arms linked together, looking like a couple, surely, like the two men Frank had seen going in earlier.  Could dreams be real?  As a kid he’d always dreamed of being a professional footballer.  Dreams could be real. 

Justin pulls them toward a taxi as Frank watches the sidewalk for black patches of ice.  He looks up to notice that the driver has a Man Utd crest hanging from the rearview mirror.  And the panic is back.  

“No!” He tugs Justin’s arm in the other direction.

“You’re changing your mind?  C’mon, we’ve barely gotten to have fun.”

“No, I’m not changing my mind.  I’d just rather take an Uber.  They’re more comfortable.”

“Jeez.”  Justin sighs and pulls out his phone.  “I’ll get us one, then.  You really want the royal treatment, huh?”

“Of course.”

“There’s gonna be surge pricing. It’s Saturday night and it’s freezing, no one’s taking the subway.”

“I’ll pay you back.”  Frank squeezes his hand.  He feels brave enough to do this because he has gloves on. 

Justin grumbles.  “Put in your address, Sir James.”  Frank does.

“It says it’ll be here in three minutes,” he says.  “That’s not bad.”

I guess now I get to look at you in proper lighting,” Justin says.  The streetlamps are very bright on this block of 6th Avenue.  Even the darkest corners of the closed shop entrances glow a strange orange tonight.    He’s about Frank’s height but considerably skinnier, and his hand feels strong as it grips Frank’s chin.  “Damn.  Your eyes are something else.”

“I’ve been told.”

“Yeah, I’m sure the guys all say it.”

“Uhhh…”. He thinks I’ve been with lots of men?  It’s an exciting thought, but reassuring as well—he’s been doing it correctly tonight, somehow.   

“You kind of give cutie and daddy at once.  I’ve never seen that before…Tonight’s gonna be fun.”

“Yeah,” Frank whispers.  The alcohol is hitting him all at once.  He’s supposed to be taking good care of himself as the 36 year-old playing with a bunch of young lads.  Not drinking too much and staying out too late and hopefully—likely—getting fucked by a strange man who he’ll hopefully likely never see again.

“You top?”

Frank’s mouth hangs open, the bitter wind making his lips feel dry instantly.  Oh, this is getting too real.  What should he say?  He hasn’t got the slightest idea.  But what does he want to say?  “N—“

Justin’s eyes light up.  “No fucking way.  A tank like you’s a bottom?  No switching?  Good boy.”  The Uber is pulling up and he smacks Frank on the ass hard, his thick wool coat barely dulling the feeling.  Oh, so he’s a good boy.  Good boy good boy good boy.  He’s supposed to be a good boy.  Would Jamie ever call him that?  Would he say it and make it sound fucking filthy like this man just has on this windy, dirty street?

Their driver has the radio on and it’s playing the same song they’d just heard in the club.  “Justin?” the driver confirms as they shut the doors, and he turns right at the corner to make his way crosstown.  

“This song’s everywhere,” Justin says.  “Baby, I'm faded, all I wanna do is take you downtown…”

“Mmmm” Frank says.  He leans his head on Justin’s shoulder and smiles.  What had he been so nervous about, really?  This hadn’t been so hard.  The way Dad and his friends had always acted like there was something visibly wrong with him, and this was what it was…I guess that worked in my favor tonight, Dad.

“Baby, I’m wasted, all I wanna do is drive home to you…Close your eyes, Sir James.”

So Frank does, and he feels lips kiss each eyelid and then slide down onto his mouth.  The kiss is different than it had been at the bar.  That was exploratory, he guesses.  But this one has a purpose.  He opens his mouth wider for tongue.  The car hits a pothole and their teeth clatter together.

He lets the alcohol bring his real self out of hiding.  “Can’t wait for you to fuck me.”  He can pretend the flush spreading across his cheeks after saying something like this is also from the alcohol. 

“Shhhh, not so loud, be classy,” Justin says, but then he murmurs.  “Me too.  We’re going to have so much fun tonight, won’t we?”

Their driver stops suddenly and leans on the horn.  “Fucking dick,” he yells in an accent Frank can’t place.  The car is suddenly very cold.  “Hey, the street is empty, why are you driving like a fucking crackhead?”  A voice yells something back at them.  “Yeah, fuck you too!”

“Excuse me, could you close the window?”  Justin asks.  Frank’s eyes are still closed, and he giggles as he reaches between Justin’s legs to grope at him.  His gloves are still on.  He loves it here.  He fucking loves it here!  Anything can happen and things are happening.

The song is fading out, though the beat behind it continues.  “Jesus, welcome to our charming city,” Justin grumbles.  Someone on the radio starts talking over the beat.  This is 103.5 KTU, nonstop commercial-free for the next hour.  Twenty-two degrees outside and just getting colder, can you believe it, New York?  We’re bringing the party to you.  Stay indoors, stay safe, and keep the party going. This is Solomun’s remix of Late Night.

Frank peers out the window.  “We’re almost home.”  He shifts under Justin.  They’re both hard—oh God oh God—against each other.  

“Midtown East?   Kind of soulless.”

“I like it.”

“Weird.  Guess I’ll just have to fuck the soul into you.”

[bluebudgie]

Oh hey it's all deadeye voice lines (male asura edition) in 3 languages!

Decided to make this a video instead of an audio post because it got kinda long and that'll make it easier to pause and go back if you want to listen to specific lines.

I think this one is actually more interesting than the reaper one I posted some days ago because the three different versions all have such a distinct feeling to them. English VA sounds like a very dry no-bullshit kinda deal. French one has that dirty evil smirk in his tone. German one sounds slimy as hell.

Special shoutout to this post which was a lifesaver while recording and matching all the lines to each other.

[theres-whump-in-that-nebula]

I’m developing a written language which is the love child of Druidic Ogham and Japanese Kana in a weird poetic format.

[futurewife]

if i apply for a job and there's not a guy like this there I can engage in one sided psychological warfare with (I have a crush on him) I will quit

[gobbluthbutagirl]

my favorite thing anybody’s ever said about me is still when i was involuntarily committed for a failed You Know What attempt early in the pandemic and there was group therapy like 3 times a day that “wasn’t mandatory” but if you didn’t go they’d put it on your record that you “didn’t seem motivated” and you’d have to stay there longer and anyway each time they did it they’d go around the room and have you say a goal and mine was always some variation of “to get out of this place and go home” and one time when i said it some guy was like, “wow, she REALLY doesn’t want to be here!” like real as hell king i really don’t

[milo-is-rambling]

Once again thinking about having a pen pal or a person to write letters to and send physical mail like ugh I want that so bad

[renee-writer]

Letters Chapter 26

AO3

“I have something to tell you.” He looks up from the history book he was reading.

 

“Aye?” He lays it down. She told him that he could watch some of what he is reading play out on the telly. It still is to devilish for him. He sticks with books.

 

“We are having a baby.” The strangest looks cross over his face. Amazement, joy, closely followed by deep fear. “No, it is alright. Times are different now. Pregnancy is monitored carefully. Birth is under a doctor’s care.”

 

He shakes his head and lets out a breath. The frown lines covering his head, clear a bit. His eyes are still serious. “Truly, you will be alright, you and our bairn?”

 

She smiles. Alright, she had been shocked. Having a few close calls in her wilder younger days, but never catching, she hadn’t considered… well that was dumb of her. But after a small freak out, the idea brought a type of joy. This, all of it, was meant to be.

 

“Truly. The odds are much better. Doctors now can stop hemorrhaging. Not, that I expect anything to happen.”

 

His smile clears all the fear from his face. He guides her to his lap and places his hands over their child.  Resting his head on her shoulder, he says, “I love you so much, Sassanach. To have you back, it is a miracle. To have a second chance at being a da…” He can’t say more but she understands. They sit together in silence, marveling at the gift in her womb.

 

‘My Dearest Jenny,

I have news. Claire is expecting! I was terrified, at first. After what happened before, but my Sassanach calmed me down, explaining how in this time, birth is different. That it is safer. I still worry and will until she is safely delivered. The wonder is there, as well.  Another chance, with her and our child. Pray for us, dear sister, that all will go well.

There is one problem. We aren’t technically married in this time. That will have to be made right long before the child arrives.

The two people that were with Claire when I arrived, Mrs. Fitz and Mr. Grey, are helping with that. There is none better then a librarian and a historian, to help with this.

I am slowly adjusting to this time. I wrote you previously about the clothes. They no longer feel so queer on me. There are certain foods that I enjoy. The hamburger ( made from the coo not the pig) and this strange pie called pizza. It has cheese and pork on it.

I pray all is well there. Give my greetings to Ian and the bairns.

Love always,

                     Jamie.’

[feralghxuls]

🌹🌹🌹 :)

He curls his toes into the rocky, sandy creekbed, the tension flowing out of him as the water swirls around his ankles with the speed it picks up from flowing over a pile of rocks that stretches across the width of the creek. His skin warms where the water swirls around him, the familiar pleasant tingling of his elemental magic spreading through him. He really should take his clothes off first, but the pull of the water, the desire to be submerged overtakes him, and a moment later he’s lying on his back in the water, a content sigh spilling out of him as he closes his eyes and lets his head go under.

[crehador]

alphabet challenge 2023 round 1

since i have the worst memory, masterpost of my “watch one 1-cour anime per letter of the alphabet off my egregiously long planning list” challenge progress thus far (updated as i go along)

a - amatsuki (good nostalgic fun) b - blood lad (well this was. a show.) c - cyberpunk: edgerunners (good but wildly overrated) d - deadman wonderland (literally can’t remember anything but muscle cock) e - skipped f - skipped g - gugure! kokkuri-san (malewife propaganda we love to see it) h - houseki no kuni (incredible, best of the challenge so far) i - inuyashiki (really good) j - skipped k - kuzu no honkai (exhausting) l - skipped m - mondaiji-tachi ga isekai kara kuru sou desu yo? (nostalgic) n - nami no kittekure (ehhh) o - oda cinnamon nobunaga (ehhh, but at least suwabe was here) p - penguin highway (ehhh) q - skipped r - revenger (GOOD SHIT) s - senpai ga uzai kouhai no hanashi (cute enough) t - takt op.destiny (well at least it wasn’t listeners) u - umibe no étranger (pretty! but pretty sure the manga was better) v - vatican kiseki chousakan (who is the target demographic here?? catholic fujoshi???) w - skipped x - skipped y - skipped z - skipped

[dolphingirl1234]

I would actually die if one of my friends said this about me 😭😭

REBLOG if you have amazing, talented WRITER friends.

Because I certainly do, and I love every single one of them and their work.

[feralparsnip]

i am rereading Interesting Times, which i haven't read since i was a child, and it's agonizing. like, all the things that i enjoy about pratchett's writing just collapse into mush under the weight of the orientalism, where the conflation of pop-culture-ancient-china, modern anticommunist propoganda, random assorted fantasy tropes (including invading barbarian hoardsmen who are simultaneously a mongolian caricature and white guys) combine to produce statements like "though the chinese people are naturally servile from centuries of empire (unlike us enterprising peasants under capitalism), they too deserve to be white saved"

i DO think he got considerably less racist later in his career. the tiffany aching books are very dear to me to this day. but i think all the books about rincewind might be this bad

[lemongrablothbrok]

Random ass headcanon that From Eroica With Love and Cabin Pressure take place in the same universe. Don't ask me why; it makes sense in my brain somehow.

[diah-the-demon]

oh are you fucking kidding me