#5 sentence thing

[wisteriagoesvroom]

Ship and word prompt: Landoscar, photograph

Oscar holds the developed film in his hands, and wonders what he’s missed.

It’s all adding up now, a strange arithmetic that he’s probably known all along — it’s the drawer of dried flowers and mysterious vials, the throwaway notes with mysterious old symbols, Lando’s evasiveness when Oscar asked why he knew so much about Victorian England, why he seemed to live in a house not of this time.

Memory becomes a miasma, smoke creeping into images that Oscar once held sacred: the two of them holding hands in a rain-streaked cafe, Lando’s mouth pressing gently on his temple, and the strange sadness in his eyes when Oscar asked if he they’d meet here again, here, next summer.

Oscar knows the truth, even before he asks the question; but he asks it anyway, because he needs Lando to tell it to him.

“Lando — why are you not visible in any of these photographs?”

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from hit me with a ship and a single word and I’ll try and write 5 sentences for it

[lunabug2004]

Ya'll I KNOW people talk about this scene all the time BUT I want to cuz I don't think I've addressed it directly yet!

So this scene is crazy. Like the Byler is strong with this one, obviously. But isn't it insane that Byler is also centered in the shot??? I know El is in front and she just got the focus in the shot before, but we all know she's gonna be a main focus in s5 cuz she always is so that's no surprise. That's not gonna change. Mike and Will, however, have not been the main characters since seasons 1 and 2 respectively and I really love how this scene indicates them being so in-focus for season 5. Anyways, that's it. I was just thinking about this and decided to share it. Also I can't wait to dive into Mike's mind and swim around in it like a fish in s5!

[deadwerewolfgirlfriend]

Supernatural + Why didn't he say it back? He's been saying it back for years. 6.20 The Man Who Knew Too Much, 8.17 Goodbye Stranger, 11.18 Hell's Angel, 15.09 The Trap, 15.18 Despair (companion piece)

Doubles as a present for @thegeekyturtlegirl who wondered about a Dean version.

[stubz]

The younglings played. The younglings read. The younglings talked. The younglings laughed. The younglings paused as they noticed their teachers watching them.

Not their usual mindful gaze, not a glance, not a watch to let them know they are being watched...a different kind of watch.

It was not unsettling. It did not frighten the herbivores. It did not threaten the carnivores. It did not alert the omnivores.

It was a watch that was familiar in a way. Different but familiar.

"Stop staring at us!" they cried

"We're not staring. We're thinking." they replied back, their gaze deepening.

"Well stop thinking at us." the boldest ones said

"Your still staring." the smartest ones said

"What are you thinking about?" the curious ones said.

"Your so small."

"..." "..." "..."

"WE AREN'T SMALL!" the younglings protested. The oldest most offended. The middle most annoyed. The youngest most loud.

"We don't mean your size." one started.

"We mean you're so young." the other finished.

"I'm 8 years old!" "I'm 5!" "I'm 3 and a half!"

"And you have so much to experience." they smile

"You still have to experience taking the shuttle by yourself." they grin to the eldest ones.

"You still have to experience losing your first tooth." they beam to the middle ones.

"You still have to experience your first playdate." they whisper to the youngest.

The younglings pout and huff. The younglings protest being small. The younglings, the smartest ones, figure out what's so familiar with the watch.

It was the same watch they got from their parents. It was the same watch they got from when they told them about the new friend they made. It was the same watch they got when they learned how to make a snack by themselves. It was the same watch they got when they learned something new and exciting.

It was the same watch they would see from their teachers for days to come.

[pollyna]

Mav doesn't like to talk too much about his private life, especially with people who he doesn't know very well, but even with people who he works with for a long time. But everybody knows he's married and he has a husband. Literally, every single person in the Navy knows he's married to some man because sometimes he says things like "it was a project my husband was-" and "my husband told me the same thing yesterday!"

What they don't know is exactly who he is married to, so when Ice gets around for a reason or another, everybody's jaws hit the ground because they heard so much about this man who really seemed the most normal man on earth and then it's fucking Admiral Thomas Iceman Kazansky.

(Who kisses Mav on the threshold before going away, just for the kick of hearing somebody letting something hit the ground.)

[tennessoui]

for the microstory challenge!!! 2 - this was a mistake

"So," Obi-Wan says, pressing a hesitant hand over his bleeding brow and wincing. "I think we are both in agreement that this was a mistake."

Anakin scowls and turns his head on the cot so that he's facing away from his master, pure petulance radiating from him. "It was romantic."

"Anakin," Obi-Wan says, but even he can tell that he sounds terribly fond. "We're both in the Halls of Healing, dear one. Twenty minutes into our first romantic outing as a couple, you suffered an allergic reaction to cocavet seeds and hit your head on the table of the restaurant as you fell, causing a minor fire and major panic--primarily from the orchestra you paid to serenade us at the table. Then I crashed the speeder trying to get you back to the Temple before you asphyxiated in the passenger seat. If this is your idea of romance, I'm not entirely certain either of us--or Coruscant--will survive our relationship. Let alone a second date.

Anakin scowls harder, crossing his arms over his chest. He looks so downtrodden and young that Obi-Wan has to sigh and lean forward, patting his blanket covered thigh with his blood-free hand.

"There, there," he says. "Perhaps our talents lay in romantic evenings inside the temple. Hm?"

Anakin turns to look at him at least, face scrunching up. "Like in the Room of a Thousand Fountains?" he asks, looking intrigued.

"No," Obi-Wan says quickly, though he bites his tongue before he remind his former padawan that the Room of a Thousand Fountains is a sacred Jedi place. Not a place for Jedi to chase after teenage fantasies. That would just distract them both from his very real point he is trying to make. Primarily, "I meant somewhere more private, dear one."

Anakin's eyebrows pinch together.

"Our quarters, perhaps."

"Oh! Oh," Anakin says in quick succession. Honestly, Obi-Wan would be worried about a concussion making his padawan slower on the uptake than usual, but he was (regrettably) present for much of Anakin's relationship with Padmé Amidala. He understands that love makes Anakin rather stupid.

"Oh," Obi-Wan agrees, patting his leg and standing as the healer on duty calls his name and beckons him towards an examination room. "I will leave you to work out the kinks in that arrangement."

He is treated to a particularly lovely image of his padawan turning scarlet for a moment over nothing more than a bit of wordplay.

"Master," Anakin says once Obi-Wan has taken several steps away from him. He looks over his shoulder, eyebrow cocked. Anakin's eyes are wide and earnest, but there's a hint of a curl to his lips, something more devious beneath his mask. "Don't worry, Master, you're not out of a job yet."

Obi-Wan stops, narrows his eyes in consideration as he weighs what is obviously a trap versus the joy he gets from bantering with Anakin, before turning around to face him completely. "I'm sorry?"

The smile lingering around Anakin's mouth breaks out into a full out grin. "You take my breath away better than any cocavet seed ever could."

"I liked it a lot more when your throat was too swollen to talk," Obi-Wan decides, and Anakin barks out a laugh in response.

"Oh," the healer says some minutes later. "Your face is rather warm, Master Kenobi. Have you been affected by an allergic reaction as well?"

Obi-Wan does not give into the urge to put his face in his hands, but it is a rather close call. After all, he's definitely been affected by something.

[prompt from this list of microfic prompts]

[katabay]

ANDREY STAMATIN

Keep a close eye on Peter. You'd become desperate and turn into a villain without him.

I spend a lot of time thinking about daniil and peter, but something just clicked into place for me with andrey. so!

I am. currently untangling this thread of thoughts about the stamatin twins and daniil and this kind of. triangle that's happening. a three fold bullet for sure, the kind of recognition-awareness-understanding where three people become one, but to step back from that. when daniil and andrey talk, there's a specific shape of peter that stands in his conversational absence. so: triangle formation. it's opposite-adjacent-complementary to daniil and peter's conversations. it all goes back to that first conversation you have with andrey. it's giving knife. love it!

bsky ⭐ pixiv ⭐ pillowfort ⭐ cohost

[booasaur]

Special Ops: Lioness - 1x01 - requested by anonymous

[reasonsforhope]

Future Crunch just paywalled their good news for "Energy" and "Technology"??? Which it looks like is about half of all their Good News?? (x)

I'm not particularly surprised because I WAS wondering how they made enough money to stay solvent, but I am dismayed

Partly on my own principles and partly because this kinda feels like it does/should go against their whole ethos??

Like if your big mission statement is "If we want to change the story of the human race in the 21st century, we have to change the stories we tell ourselves" (x) ....maybe you shouldn't paywall those stories???

That sounds very counterproductive and like you're taking access to good news away from a lot of people who need/want to hear it the most??? Esp in people in countries whose currency is much weaker than the US dollar??

[crisismoth]

xb's videos are great it's just watching a guy making silly sounds and stumbling through vague explanations as he figures out what he wants his build to look like.

[homoeroticgrappling]

Oh holy fuck these pictures are incredible

[wisteriagoesvroom]

for the 5 sentence thingy: consulted the random word generator and it said to ask you for landoscar + "even", please!

Lando’s shirt comes off, and Oscar tries not to stare — at the slope of Lando’s shoulders, the narrow dip of his waist, or the sun-kissed skin at the side of his neck.

“We’re even, I think… so what now?” Lando says, laughing a little awkwardly. “Gay stuff?”

Except Oscar isn’t laughing.

And suddenly, it seems they’re both in on the joke.

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send me a ship name and a word and i’ll write 5 sentences for it

[quaranmine]

On Wednesday before I gave my presentation I confessed to a new employee that I was worried it would be too long and she brightly told me her life hack was to just let AI rewrite things for her. She said I should put in all my talking points and ask ChatGPT to give me a five minute exactly presentation. I was like....how is the most polite possible way (since this is a new colleague I shouldn't get off on the wrong foot with) that I can express that I will Not be taking this advice. Ever. I told her that I didn't think we were allowed to use ChatGPT at this job (we most certainly are not, it is a nightmare for any type of protected information) and also that I prefer to write all of my own work. Despite my best efforts the last part of that was still passive aggressive, lol.

Something about being a writer makes it so that it's almost offensive to me for someone to suggest I use AI to do my work instead? Like, the day I reach the point where I let AI write something for me is the day y'all need to be checking me for brain damage because clearly I'm losing it

[notbecauseofvictories]

I think it's fascinating how in The Bear, these are people with jobs, doing a job, as adults and professionals; not a single one of them goes on a long monologue about their feelings except for Carmy at the very end (not even with his coworkers! in his support group!) after you've basically pieced together what he's about to tell you.

everybody else just handles their shit, and addresses it slantwise if at all (eg, Tina shows off her new professionalism to Ritchie and Carmy, not Syd; Ritchie talks about Ceres and the Chicago Board of Trade rather than the way his world is passing away.) As much as I love actors getting a chance to fucking gnaw on some scenery, there's something about the obliqueness of it all that strikes me deeper.

[thevioletcaptain]

For the 5 sentence game:

Dean/Cas

How long had it been since he’d seen sunlight?

How long had it been since he'd seen sunlight?

Pressing his hands to the ground where he landed, Castiel takes a moment to appreciate the warmth of day-baked earth; the golden-green dapple of shadows cast through the leaves of a sprawling sycamore; the dusty-sweet scent of hay that carries from the nearby barn where Dean is waiting.

Dean is waiting.

He's been waiting for weeks, months, years -- Castiel doesn't know for certain -- but he's felt each instant of Dean's longing as it grew and grew and grew, until finally it was strong enough to pierce the fabric of the empty without him even trying, like a fallen ember burning through black velvet.

Rising to his feet, Castiel makes for the barn with a single thought at the forefront of his mind -- the sun can wait. He has Dean's love to bask in.

[for this askbox game if anyone else wants to send me a prompt]

[effervescentdragon]

if you're still taking the one-word prompts... carraville + "easy"

for you, always 💕

"This is the stupidest idea ever," Gary mumbles to Scholesy, who slaps him on the head and clinks their glasses together at the same time and says, "Shuddup Gaz, Stevie is at least trying and he's the best of them dicks, so drink ya juice and fuckin' bond," and then he gets up and leaves, slapping Gary over the head once more, just because he can.

Gary rubs his head and watches him go over to the Arsenal cunts, and wonders if he can get Roy to give him and Phil, who's joined him in talking to the assholes, more laps to run if he tells him they consorted with the enemy when someone sits in the chair next to him.

"At least he didn't go to the blues," Carragher says in that annoying Scouse accent that Gary just knows he plays up whenver he talks at Gary and he rolls his eyes before he even knows he does it and asks, "Why are you here, Carra, what the fuck?" as he turns around to look at Carragher's stupid, smirking, annoyingly handsome-jawed face.

"I'm bonding with my teammate," Carragher says, nudging Gary with his elbow, "and look, you already called me Carra! That means the bonding is working," he says, clinking his glass against Gary's, and Gary really wants to break the glass over Carragher's bloody nose, but Becks and Giggsy both supported the idea when Stevie suggested it and Gary'll be fucked if he behaves worse than fucking Scousers, do he sighs and says, "The fuck we have to bond over with, Carra?"

Carragher beams at him and then leans in close, lowering his voice and saying, "Wanna bet how long'll it get one of youse to annoy a Chelsea cunt enough to start a fight," and Gary says "Twenty quid on Butty in the next fifteen minutes," before he can even think about it and Carragher laughs, a full belly loud laugh that makes everyone look at them and says, "There ye go, Gaz, yer so easy," and Gary's laugh is startled out of him when he wiggles his eyebrows and says, "Oh, Jamie, you have no idea," and then they're both laughing like maniacs, Carra's hand grasping Gary's forearm, and Gary almost, almost, allows himself to forget who he's laughing with.