#Fortitude tv show

[cbookn]

Supernatural (2005) Season 1 Episode 4 "Phantom Traveler" - Jensen Ackles, Jaime Ray Newman, Jared Padalecki

[neverendingford]

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[ramon-tikaram-love]

from Fortitude

[eldritch-spouse]

I slam the door with frustration, spooking the angel patiently waiting by the door. I haphazardly throw my coat on the floor before grabbing the celestial’s hand and stomping into the living room. Forcing him to sit on the couch, I turn on the tv for noise and hastily unbutton his suit. “I need you now. Had a bad day and you will help me relieve stress.”

In different years, Belo would find this way of life to be slightly insulting.

He's a warrior after all, a power. His kind belongs outside, patrolling, securing the well-being of lessers, fighting for the honor of their Highers and holding the safety of Eden on their shoulders.

Ah, but those days are gone. Long gone. His vision glazes sometimes, wet and torpid eyes lamenting the fate of many of his brethren. They, unlike him, didn't have the fortitude to handle their own abandonment, the newfound fruitlessness of their very existence.

It's one thing to never know what the meaning of your existence is. It's another thing to have that meaning embedded in your very core and never be able to fulfill it again. Sometimes Belo envies that freedom, that ambivalence of simply existing because you can, because you were made.

Also unlike him, his kin did not have the miraculous luck to find someone like his Lady. His Lady-Worship, his beam of light in a universe ready to swallow him in its poisonous darkness. The guiding hand in a world so new and so different, so degenerate. So horrid! As amazing and radiant as you are, Belo shudders when he thinks about how you made it this far intact without a celestial by your side.

With new meaning come new duties, understandably.

As Belo still needs to learn quite a lot to understand the symbolism of this new age, he worries himself with protecting your sanctum, making it the best version of itself, and keeping it painfully, effectively warded against all threats- Especially that fiendish "neighbor" you have, what disgusting absolutely abhorrent lifeform it is! Noxious creature!

But alas, your benevolence knows no bounds. Not only have you welcomed him into your life, you refuse to let that wretched pest meet its end. Truly, you are too good for this lost planet.

Now.

Back to his current task.

The sanctum is spotless, but alas, Belo was never taught how to prepare meals for lessers. It was not the type of discipline delivered to his cast. A guardian would know this, even a principality! But not him, not a power. Unfortunate and unacceptable- He must show adaptation and flexibility unlike ever before!

Which is why that uhm... Digital movie playing contraption you have comes in so very handy.

He never thought he'd be learning to cook from lessers, but here Belo is, hoping against all odds that he doesn't ruin the eggs this time. It's not that he can't handle objects in a gentle manner, it's that he's never had to taste things. Therefore, he doesn't know how to create the correct flavor.

And Lords forbid he ever present his Lady with something foul-tasting!

The power is sure he's got it down correctly this time however. Belo has just finished putting the eggs on the plate he intends to present you with, when he stills.

An acute sense of alertness and hearing means a lifeform like him is always aware of the movement around your apartment complex. He knows when your neighbors leave and arrive, which parts of their homes they're in... This also means that he knows when you're nearby, having memorized the noise of your vehicle -Such a shame that he can't accompany you to some locations- And the jingle of your mildly irritating keychain.

The angel scrambles to put everything together, wanting to be at the door with his offering in full display, so eager to see you-

The door rips open.

Only a nick of time allows Belo to secure his painfully crafted work of mediocre culinary, lest it be swatted to the ground. Sharpened eyes spare you great concern.

His Lady exudes frustration. Although his rank is not the most emotionally attuned, Belo senses a cloud of negativity choking you, your glorious features drained and tense. He's overcome with emotion.

" My- My Lady! Whatever happened today? Did you get hurt? Who d- "

The force with which you grip his hand is surprising for a human, dragging the angel only because he always allows you to. The food lies forgotten on the nearest surface. It's by his ever subservient attitude that you can toss Belo to the couch too, his silent confusion following when you activate the bigger display box.

" I need you now. " You begin, patience depleted. " Had a long day and you will help me relieve stress. "

He squawks the same way he does whenever his Worship starts these encounters without proper warning, wings fluttering and fur fluffing in a mixture of shock and anticipation. He fears that a part of him may enjoy getting pleasurably surprised more than any self-respecting angel should.

" But... " He knows it's not a good idea to challenge you, trembling as the last of his covering is undone. " You should eat b-before I service you, my Lady, many hours have passed- "

" I'll eat when I can't feel my legs. " The snarl you give Belo sends shudders down his spine, and he bashfully, albeit inwardly happily, readjusts to spread his legs for you.

" Excuse me but that hardly sounds healthy... "

His cock pokes out a furred slit, beading and twitching to interest. Although Belo becomes uncomfortably erect the moment you recklessly undress before him. It was not, as a filthy demon would put it, a slutty display. It was raw need, irritation and pure dominance. It was a side of his Worship he had yet to witness.

Belo refuses to ever admit it aloud, he cannot, he will not! But... But oh, the sins of the flesh. No, when provided by the superiors, they are not sins, they are gifts. They cannot be wrong. It's not wrong for Belo to enjoy your physical rewards for his work, but it is perhaps sinful of him to lust for more, to so eagerly hope that you'll allow him such pleasures when he performs certain tasks.

He does not touch his aching length because he's not allowed to. His pleasure is for you to decide upon, of course.

The angel prepares to slide down on his knees when you shove him back on the cushions by the shoulder.

Three eyes blink at you. " Am... Am I not to service you, my Goddess? "

You usually enjoy the touch of his fingers upon your most intimate zones, for training him is easy, and Belo adored the sounds of your approval. You did also curiously enjoy grinding over his face, a sensation that often left him pointlessly thrusting against nothing.

None of that today, it seems.

" Shut up. "

He was about to reply with a reflexive 'Yes, my Lady' before catching himself.

When you straddle him, the celestial only tilts his head, figure heated, but never expecting you to simply line him up with your entrance and slam yourself down.

Had he not been in the midst of breathlessly throwing his head back, Belo would have died from worry. As holy as you are, you share the stature of humanity, and Belo knows -F-From common sense, of course!- That his organ is not the same size of a human's at all.

He tries to articulate his concern, but the squeeze of your core around him is hypnotic and sickeningly euphoric. Belo can only hold onto full hips and cry his delight while you mercilessly hammer down on his cock, milking all the pleasure you can from him.

His melodious whines and resounding moans -Something he ought to control- rise in intensity as Belo loses himself and begins rutting senselessly, the tip of his dick nuzzling spots that make the two of you go stupid.

" Don't you dare cum yet! "

He wails, physically wails, body trembling so hard it almost spasms in his effort to reign his movements. " N- Never, never my Lady! I'm good, I'll relieve you- I'm good! "

And as if to confirm it, your serious complexion finally morphs into a self-satisfied grin, all lidded eyes and gentle, mocking affection.

He's the one that's not getting any relief soon.

[lol-jackles]

Just wanted to say thank you to you for being so supportive of Jared and Walker in general and for giving us fans hope from an industry perspective. When I read your response about how industry executives have and are taking notice of his leadership qualities it was tremendously consoling to me. And after reading that, after two days of me being so angry, I cried. And I hate crying! But I know it was necessary.

I also want to thank you for being so supportive and patient with so many of us needing reassurance or to just vent in these past few days. I know you tell it like it is, but you’ve been very kind to answer all our asks, no matter how silly or strange they may seem.

Thank you for just being there.

You're welcome friend.  I don't sugar coat things so I'm glad I was of some service.  

After SPN's season 11, I became convinced Jared was the only SPN cast member who has the fortitude to go with his business acumen to go further in the tv industry.  So far he's proved me correct.  If I could see it from a long lens, then undoubtedly the industry insiders could see it too.

There's nothing stopping Jared from getting another show or job if he wants it even during the contraction era, which we old folks have seen before.  In the 1960s and 1970s, the original studios all went belly up.  Paramount was bought and owned by Gulf Oil sheiks.  Warner got sold repeatedly and hasn't stopped, same for MGM, Universal and the rest.  So none of this is new.

For the actors, Walker is what the old CW used to be: a launch pad for actors and writers, so the odds are better for them than most.  It's one of the reasons why Walker cancellation hits differently than a regular cancellation, because the long-time open secret was that the old CW was the gateway for many, many actors, writers, and future showrunners.  As mentioned in the earlier post, it was "a heartbreak for the entire industry" that Walker was cancelled on CW because that show along with Jared's face was the avatar of hope that the new CW could still serve that function of the old CW.

While fans are heartbroken over Walker, industry insiders are gutted over the reality of what it means for the industry.  "The loss of CW is a loss for the TV ecosystem."

As for the Austin crew, I'm predicting that 2025 will start to see a better economy.  Walker sustained them through four years of job-killing global pandemic, rounds of strikes, inflation, and finally change of network ownership.

[coloursflyaway]

Hello! Your DBD fics are always a delight so i am here to propose: Edwin being in crisis about Charles (as per usual really) and bonding with Crystal when she helps him through it (in whatever way seems fitting to you)

I just know they could be such cool friends if Edwin got over himself

Thank you so much ♥♥♥ I really enjoyed writing this so much, and it was such a good excuse to get into Crystal's head for a little while!

Read on AO3

Edwin phases through the wall right next to Crystal’s TV and it is a wonder and a testament to her mental fortitude that she doesn’t throw her bowl of ice cream right through his head. And he’d deserve that, too, not just because barging into other people’s apartments without knocking is rude, but because Crystal had made it very clear that she needed an evening to herself, with absolutely no dead boys around, just her, too many snacks and the mental equivalent of fast food that is Love Island.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”, she half-yells instead of throwing anything, which would make Charles laugh, but Edwin is just standing there, clasping his hands behind his back, and Crystal has the distinct impression that this will be A Long One.

Goddamnit.

“It appears that I require your assistance”, Edwin tells her, trying to sound unfazed and failing, which means this will be A Very Long One. Which sucks, because she’s had a couple of those with Charles lately, and absolutely no interest in letting more ghostly love misunderstandings take up her time, when she could spend that time with mortal love misunderstandings instead, which happen to be clad in very little clothes.

“What with?”, she starts, but honestly, why waste time with that, if she knows the answer already? “Is this about Charles? What’s he done?”

“How did you know?”, Edwin tries, but Crystal just gives him a look and he deflates immediately, even as he sits down next to her on the sofa. It’s not like you’d need to be a psychic to know this; it’s always about Charles. Or Edwin, if the boy next to her is a different one.

“So, what’s he done?”, she asks, and turns down the volume of the TV, even if she positions her body so that she’ll still be able to sneak the occasional glance at the screen. It’s not like anyone on that show ever says something profound and interesting anyway.

It’s a strange spectacle: Edwin is too prim and proper to be here, in the neon glow of the TV; he’s too smitten and devoted and another dozen word Crystal doesn’t want to think about to inhabit the same space as Love Island.

“Nothing”, Edwin says, and he sounds smaller than he is somehow, a little bit lost. There was a time when Crystal would have enjoyed that, but that has long since passed. “Well, I guess he has done something, but nothing bad. Or even worrying. It’s more...perplexing, really. I didn’t know who else to ask about it.”

Because Charles would have been the one he would have usually gone to about this, only that this time, that’s not really an option, which is usually why Charles ends up at her flat too once or twice a week, looking surprisingly similar to Edwin right now.

On screen, the guys are participating in some kind of flexing contest, and Crystal is such a good friend for mainly keeping her focus on Edwin.

“How come it’s perplexing? I thought you guys knew each other inside and out?”, she asks, and Edwin just shrugs; he truly must be at the end of his wits for something like this not to spark a tirade about just how much they know and care for each other. As if anyone with functioning senses could ever doubt that. “Okay, different question: what is he doing that is so strange?”

Edwin seems to flounder for a moment; Crystal takes the chance to look at the screen, where someone is rubbing ice cubes across their abs. Nice.

“He’s… attentive”, Edwin tries, thick eyebrows furrowing. “Last night he brought home a very interesting specimen of Entodon seductrix, and he said he had found it on a market, only that I don’t know what market this could be, because as far as I know, Charles isn’t exactly prone to visit to establishments that offer a wide selection of North American mosses. Or last week, when he gave me a piece of rose quartz that was engraved with a spell of some kind. I have not yet sat down to figure out the kind, but it looks quite ancient. Like it must have been difficult to come by.”

“So… he’s giving you stuff that you like?”, Crystal asks, just to clarify, and maybe this won’t take too long after all, because this and the Very Long Talk she had with Charles just two weeks ago seem to correspond quite well. “What else?”

“He’s been asking for us not to mirror hop quite frequently. Says that he wants to walk and that he “enjoys the city on a nice evening like this”. He’s never done anything like that before. At first, I thought it was for your sake, but it usually happens when you are not even around.” Edwin stops for a second, then adds, “Two nights ago, he asked me to go to a concert with him. Crystal! A concert! He knows I do not like the flashy lights and the crowds in these establishments… I still went with him, of course.”

Somehow, and Crystal truly isn’t sure how, because Edwin is clever, brilliant even, yet this development truly seems to baffle him. The man who looks at Charles like he has hung the stars and the moon and everything in between, and who, coincidentally, also watches Charles look at him with just the same expression.

Crystal makes a mental note that if Charles and she hatch another plan – and good God, hopefully they won’t have to – she’ll put tell Edwin about it in detail on the top of the list of action items before starting it.

“So, Charles is trying to spend more time with you?”, she asks as gently as possible, which unfortunately, isn’t very gentle at all. “Is that it?”

“We spend all of our time together, that would hardly warrant a change in behaviour.”

He kind of has a point there, even Crystal has to admit that.

“And… he’s been leaving the house more often”, Edwin says, and now he sounds sad, almost a little dejected, and it takes all the strength of her ancestors for Crystal not to sigh. Thirty years, and they are all the other ever talks about, are basically married in every sense of the word but the kissing one, and yet it seems like her boys need all the help in the world to figure things out. “To think, that’s what he says. Why can’t he think when I’m there, too?”

There is a slump in his shoulders that Crystal has never seen before; he’s looking at his hands, most likely considering that they should be holding Charles’ instead of nothing at all, and it hurts a little to see Edwin like that. Like he is afraid he might lose Charles when, in reality, what is happening is the opposite.

“Edwin”, she starts, because she cannot take much more of this, and this time, it comes out more gentle, because even if these two are driving her up the wall sometimes, she loves them dearly. “Have you ever considered that it might be because he’s thinking about you?”

A pause, a very long one, but this time, Crystal doesn’t look at the TV screen, because she can see Edwin’s mind working in real time, and this is important, not just to him, not just to Charles, to all of them.

This, and she won’t ever admit that, is the kind of love she won’t ever see on Love Island, because it is real and true and deep and so beautiful that sometimes, when she watches the two of them together, she has to repress the urge to look away. Because every look they share seems to hold so much meaning, every gesture is made of fondness and devotion, because it makes her ache for it, for them, for all the world.

And then Edwin looks up, green eyes wide and bright and in the best kind of turmoil, and Crystal has to keep herself from pumping her fist so she won’t shatter the moment.

“…oh”, he says, and there is so much hope in his voice that it almost breaks Crystal’s heart. “I’m sorry, Crystal, I have to go.”

“Go get him, lover boy”, she calls after him, as Edwin all but races through her bathroom mirror.

(The next time, she sees her boys, they are curled up on the sofa, bodies so close you couldn’t fit a sheet of paper between them, lips locked in a kiss that seems like it is meant to blur the edges of where one of them ends and the other begins. Charles’ hand is in Edwin’s hair, mussing it up in a way that usually would infuriating Edwin; now, he just seems to press closer still, whispering something against Charles’ lips that Crystal cannot hear.

She doesn’t want to, either. It’s their secret to share, their love, their personal slice of Heaven.

They don’t notice her coming in, and that’s just the way it should be, she thinks as she pulls the door closed again. Their cases can wait another day or two, and they deserve the time to feel loved and make the other feel loved in return.

wanna watch love island at my place tonite??, she texts into the group she has with Niko and Jenny, mentally already writing a shopping list. They’ll need wine, lots of it. we have something to celebrate.)

[bulbabutt]

Thank you for being a bastion of sanity amidst the growing "but proshippers! But incest! But RPF!" purity culture's nonsense.

I'm so tired of being afraid to admit that I've even read a fanfic/fancomic because that same person might have a DIFFERENT ACCOUNT where they indulge in a problematic ship. And therefore they are "bad" and by association, I could be labeled "bad" for having looked at something completely unrelated and tossed on a block list.

It's asinine. Yet I'm too afraid to even get off anon because I know I don't have the mental fortitude to survive a potential online witch hunt.

So thank you, I wish you all the strength to keep screaming the words I cannot.

honestly youre not the first person to send me an anon about this, i just tend to feel just as afraid of responding to them as much as you are afraid of coming off anon. i think because while ill post things in vague context, it becomes another thing when someone says it out loud, yknow? but i appreciate it, knowing im not just screaming into a void where no one likes what i have to say.

i think what i will say is im not the only one who THINKS like i do, but i am just dumb enough to be loud and annoying about it. its kind of a thing where i'd never say anything specific because like... some people are so vicious and will demand blood if they get a whiff if i mention anything vaguely. the fact i have to be afraid to say 'people dont mind' for their own safety is crazy, huh?

i think that thing youre saying about being worried by association from association was the same first time i had this thought. i was reading something so good so deep something that effected me so deeply from how well it was talking about the realistic effects of incestuous abuse, and then i went to see what else the author had written and i was like. oh. theres just regular incest in here too. and that was kind of a moment of hm.. perhaps i need to think more about what really matters here. the fact i can engage with what i want and just say 'oh i see what else you do, thats not for me so i will just not engage with that'

so it hurts worse when theres the idea of someone engaging with art they like that has nothing 'weird' going on, then suddenly getting hit with screaming that that artist has a side account theyre not advertising where they make weird art that they are keeping FULLY separate from the account in question. like i do not see how that helps anybody in that situation.

then theres the generalization of it. the idea that maybe all you did was draw like. 19 yr old versions of two 15 yr olds kissing, and suddenly that gets you put on a list of people who will draw literal children in sexual situations, gets you put in that same boat without question. that shit is so cruel to me, that these things all get painted with the same brush. equally as bad, equally as deserving of being ostracized. or the idea that you get put on that list for not caring about if strangers ship things on the internet, makes you just as bad as someone who makes it. i really just hate this entire culture.

idk im... old school i guess? back in my day youd watch a shitty cartoon that had over 20 characters in it so you could smash them together in whatever ship suited you. crack ships were the bread and butter of me and my friends, shit that made no sense but in your own head. the idea of being anti... shipping at all is so... thats very weird. shipping as a thing is very much what fandom was ever made for in the first place? like. im not kidding, learn your history if you dont know that (middle age women shipping kirk and spock)

back when i was a kid i watched this tv show called kim possible, and i was a kid who didnt know shit about themselves seeing a pretty villain lady for the first time who called the main character who was a girl princess. i didnt know what to make of that, i didnt know the age difference between them i was a dumbass child, they were both drawn the same way! then im like 12 years old on the internet, i see theres a ship of the teenage girl and this like 30 yr old villain woman. do you think my 12 year old self saw the problematic nature and thought deeply about the morals of said ship? no. i was like 'holy shit i wish i was the teenage girl dating shego. why do i like this? oh god im a lesbian'

again. i was a child. what are you gonna do, go back in time and arrest my 12 year old ass for looking at pg rated fanart of women kissing on the internet? we didnt HAVE real representation yet! there was no korrasami, no rupphire, no bubbline, no lumity! shipping was the only place you could see stuff that was gay! and it being GAY would get you in more trouble than it having an age gap!

the fact is people WOULD cancel me now for that, wouldnt you?! thats where we're at. that IS a problematic ship, id be put on a blocklist in todays internet for being a child who crushed on villains. i didnt make it, i didnt create for it, i just looked at it and that would get you in trouble now!!! thats crazy.

i know thats a random tangent to go off on, but like..... hhhhh i dont know man. sometimes it seems like people want the internet to pass by broadcasting standards and practices and thats!!! bad!!! let people experiment with their weird shit as they figure themselves out, its so fucking normal. youre not a bad person for looking at things on the internet, youre not a bad person for engaging with things, youre not a bad person for being horny online! especially if you make your own fucking space for it?? a space easily blacklistable, with trigger warnings and EVERYTHING... we didnt have those when i was a kid, so some things are better, but culture is just worse.

i dunno. i just think i would not have thrived in this environment as a teenager. im glad im old and know better, but i worry about the lessons kids are learning from this. to feel ashamed, to bottle shit up, its not good for you. be kind to yourself, be kind to others. we're all working through shit in our own ways.

sorry for another long annoying post

[possibleratking]

My sweetheart Gotham scarecrow as animal crossing?

Oh God I’m sorry this took so long, I got myself twisted in to a pretty massive art slump just after I’d finished sketching this guy

Anyway I’m not super familiar with the Gotham series, at this point I just don’t have the energy, patience, or mental fortitude to get invested and watch tv shows. Especially when they’re live action ones

So I kinda had to guess a bunch and I have no idea what his gimmick would be. ALSO… when looking for pictures of this guys costume I was given so many images and many of them were like conflicting and I was just like what do I pick. So I kinda in the end decided to do a bit of a mish-mash of his costumes, since his full scarecrow costume is very textured but lacking colour variety.

Which is why I decided to keep his mask and hat full Scarecrow but gave him his prisoner garb as a shirt, since it’ll standout better amongst a line up of the other Scarecrows

Also cause I finished the sketch awhile ago I can’t remember why I made him a dog villager

See ya ✌️

[richonnesbitch]

But the thing about them having other babies is that… hmmm, how do I say it… it’s been looooong time and right now I doubt Rick has the..fortitude to do what needs to be done (or in this case, kinda not do) to ensure that no baby pops up in 9 months 😭 I hope for Rick and Michonne and all communities that in their almost-pre-apocalyptic-normal-life in Philly, the people kept up condom production and share them with everybody 😂

And actually, I would also prefer if they don’t have a kid right now, it would be nice if they could now get some time the four of them, just spending time, getting to know each other and healing. And I think there would be something quite beautiful if they CHOSE to have another kid instead of it being unplanned. Just like wanting and choosing to have RJ was beautiful and such a symbol of what they wanted for and saw in the future, that would be it too. And it would say a lot about the state of their relationship and their family.

And I’m just gonna invoke the it’s-a-tv-show-card regarding any discussion of age and pregnancy. Just let us have this 😅

I agree. Like I'm not gonna fight anyone who says she's pregnant right now because I know it's all in good fun but I do believe she will be pregnant somewhere in the future. Like after things have settled down. Her and Rick will definitely have a baby girl. I just pray they give her a good name and not like... Carla or something. Not that that's a terrible name but... please twd... quit naming kids after someone. PLEASE. PLEASE.

[zaxal]

Self-rec time! What are your favorite five fics that you've written and why? After replying to this ask, feel free to tag five other writers to spread the love. 💗

thanks for the tag @ripeteeth !!! i've been sitting on this for a few days because i have not had the fortitude to say nice things about myself or my writing without also being incredibly critical, but i think we're there today.

all of these are the ones that i remember being the most fun to write, the most fun to reread, and the ones i'm proudest of :}

Breaking But Not Yet Broken - Psych, Shassie, M, ~8.1k, 2012

After being held captive and hurt, Carlton's relationship with Shawn starts getting complicated.

this was my first ever whump fic, and it was so fun to write that i have simply never stopped writing whump since lol. like, yes, technically this is me projecting on lassie for 8k words, but it is also an exploration of the loneliness of healing after trauma (even when someone went through the same traumatic event as you!) and allowing yourself to Be vulnerable when you already feel that all your defensive layers have been forcibly removed from you.

both shawn and lassiter are characters with a ton of these defenses, and they try to default back to them or find comfort in them (with mixed amounts of success) but even when they aren't working (and they can recognize that they aren't working), they can't simply Stop their bullshit.

Mistakes We Never Made (Until Today) - Psych, Shassie, E, ~3.6k, 2015

Things pick up from where they started. His marriage is on its last legs, and Shawn Spencer comes waltzing back into his life.

so this is a post-canon fic where happily-ever-after fails, the canon relationships break up (and it IS the men's fault to be clear; juliet and marlowe have never done anything wrong in their lives--), and these two decide to use each other to self destruct.

and i love it kdsjfksd. look. i love fluffy shassie. i love romantic shassie. i love slow burn shassie. but they are both capable of being such unrepentant assholes, and writing them being their worst selves is so much fun. an extreme vibe of 'bitter exes but they just started dating.'

everything lost - Good Omens (TV), Aziraphale/Crowley, Gabriel/Aziraphale (One-Sided, Abusive), E, ~33k, 2023

For two-thousand years, Aziraphale was sexually harassed and assaulted by the Director of Heavenly Operations. Years after Aziraphale and Crowley break free from Heaven and Hell entirely, Gabriel shows up on Aziraphale's front step with no clothes, no memories, no divine powers, and an inexplicable, unshakeable attachment to Aziraphale. Old and new trauma alike plague Aziraphale as he struggles to get rid of Gabriel without bringing the wrath of Heaven down on him and Crowley both.

i saw the GOs2 trailer and lost my mind. this plot bunny sprung forth from my mind fully formed like athena. she was written and published before the season dropped because i felt in my heart that gabriel would get a face-turn and people would get weird about dark!gabriel fics, and because i wanted it to be irrefutable that i knew nothing about the season before writing.

which didn't need to be a thing i was worried about at all lol. but i had a trailer, a poster, a feather duster, and a dream, and i made it work.

aziraphale whump, my beloved. love using aziraphale's kindness, pragmatism, and manners to keep him locked in a deeply unpleasant situation that's slowly whittling away at his nerves and sanity.

i also really love putting crowley in an outsider position. aziraphale hasn't told him what happened; it's supposed to be over. when crowley wakes up and starts to help him, the presumption is that they'll get this settled and then never see gabriel again, so what point is there in bringing up old hurt? i love writing crowley and aziraphale as a Team, but they spent 6k years pretending they aren't, and i like thinking about the residual habits that they're gonna have to work to get rid of.

Ash and Blood - Psych, Shassie, E, ~61k, 2015

A string of identical murders leads Lassiter down a dark and treacherous path.

in 2012 @inouken asked me to write a lassie vampire fic and i emerged three years later with a novel. like a normal person!

this is really long lassie whump with some shawn whump thrown in for spice. it could count as case fic, if you're good with knowing who the killer is in the first 5 chapters.

because this is one of zax's first wordcount monstrosities, i had a lot more room to play around with characters. shawn and lassiter's relationship develops fast, but i had more room for them to become serious about each other instead of it being right away immediately (even tho those feelings were already there). i played around with some OCs and tested them against the main ship. my biggest regret is not doing more with gus and juliet, but the bits of them that are in here really lead towards the strong relationships they have with their respective partners and are v in character and i'm proud of them.

but OVERALL i really love this fic. i feel like there's a good balance to psych humor vs being in lassiter's head (when babygirl is naturally grim and grumpy when he's Not dealing with suddenly dying and becoming a vampire), relationship fluff vs people dying and figuring out how to fight back, and developing an understanding of the OCs i introduced (feds and santa barbara vampires) and how they fit into finding/taking care of The Killer.

Lambs To The Slaughter - Good Omens (Book/TV), Aziraphale/Crowley, Lucifer/Aziraphale, E, ~142k WIP, 2019 - Present

An angel and a demon dance along the knife's edge of destruction together in an eternal waltz. The demon who had been Aziraphale and the angel who would be Crowley answer to powerful forces that care not for the individual cogs in their celestial machines. This will be their undoing.

twirling my hair, so this is lambs, my reverse omens fic where aziraphale is the sheep demon azram and crowley is the star-spinner seraph corvai. it's my pride and joy and wouldn't exist without @transfemmbeatrice for brainstorming, obsessing with me for YEARS, writing large portions of the middle-end and end with me, and making corvai and azram Real with me.

i go into many AUs with the mindset that i want to push my faves off script. i want them to still be recognizable as themselves, but i wanna see just how far i can twist them around the core of Who They Are.

and i went into lambs with the idea that i wanted azram to be someone terrible but not irredeemable. the idea that he would be simply 'evil' and written off as such didn't appeal to me. i wanted to ask Why a character like aziraphale (a blended form of book and tv; this is why god uses they/them pronouns to set them apart from both) would become harsh, cruel, possessive, sadistic, beyond just Falling and just Being that way after. and how to balance that with the softer parts of who aziraphale is (as said earlier in the bit about everything lost: kind, despite everything, and so capable of loving both crowley, humanity, and earth to his own detriment).

corvai is, similar to aziraphale, a good angel. she is what a good angel should be. unlike aziraphale, corvai is a punk with authority issues and a lot of anger at heaven, at god, and at themself. trade in canon crowley's anxiety for constantly simmering anger and a lack of experience dealing with demons other than azram that means corvai lacks crowley's defensive layers of cool. he's very open and earnest, even when he knows it's a quick way to getting hurt.

i originally wanted there to be some question about whether corvai was secretly raphael but i added the tag to clarify later that they're not. azram will take his time learning this, because azram is an idiot even though corvai, unlike the rest of the seraphim, cannot heal, and raphael is, famously, the healer.

i could keep going but i'm going to cut it off there bc this post is long enough and our power blinked so i'm scared if it'll even post and if you read this far, congrats! i'm sorry!

tagging: @transfemmbeatrice @anethara @andithil @alivingsaint @christocentricqueer

[dougydoug8797]

Are Biden, Garland and the Democrats weak cowards

ABSOLTELY YES - they are very seriously going down in history as the biggest WIMP-WUSSY-YELLOW-BELLIED Chicken Shit cowards who gave the USA away; mark my words on July, 4th, 2022, “Judy” Garland chicken out and refuses to indict the BRAZEN, FELONIOUS Donald J. Trump, who is OBVIOUSLY a criminal, guilty of SEDITION against this United States of America, then this childish, authoritarian DICTATOR shall be so emboldened by this cowardly inaction. And if Biden, a sleepy, old-man wuss himself, followed suit to NOT DISMISS GARLAND IMMEDIATELY, then TRUMP is the Oval Office, because Biden is a weak old man, lacking fortitude and a spine to do away with Trump in a LEGAL FASHION! FTR, I voted for BIDEN, but I, an independent, never ever will do so again - HE IS A WEAK, FEEBLE old man!

And finally, If this nightmare scenario does come to pass sometime in the very near future, then I WILL BE OUTRAGED screaming out “what was the January 6th Commission televised TV show, just another RIFLEMAN, FRASIER, WAGON TRAIN or PERRY MASON re-run” !!!!????????????? OMG, the USA is TOAST if GARLAND WUSSES OUT with SLEEPY OLD and TIRED INEFFECTIVE JOE following HIS (Garland’s) LEAD!!!! This NATION REQUIRES a powerful, TOUGH-as-NAILS and vibrant YOUNG MAN, 35–60 years of age, (sorry about the lack of PCism here, but it is NECESSARY), either black, white, Latino, native American or otherwise to be the DEMOCRAT PARTY candidate for POTUS in 2024 - TRUMP SHOULD NEVER AGAIN BE IN THE OVAL OFFICE, but the Garland-Biden team chickened out, and, and OLD MAN, WUSS Biden-Harris will NEVER WIN IT in 2024! But the FASCIST PIG TRUMP the dictatorial, infant wearing diapers WILL ONCE AGAIN be in the OVAL OFFICE making a mockery of this USA and the US Constitution, both earmark goals of the FASCIST REPUBLICAN PARTY!!!

[karasukarei]

「fortitude」 lyrics translation (Sugishita Kyoutarou character song)

See here for other translations!

Full translation for Sugishita's character song. Same as Sakura's, I had to take a lot of liberties with the translation x_x. As always, if there are any mistakes or suggestions for better translations, feel free to let me know!

TV-sized version here.

Mash-up version with Sakura here (I do recommend checking this one out, the concept really is quite cool).

Lyrics in italics are already in English in the Japanese version. TV-sized portion in green.

Special thanks to @orewing for the Japanese lyrics, and the reference for the TV-sized version!

Even if I yearn for it, even if it's this view

This light will definitely never die out

In my chest, the resounding beat, it calls out

There is a strength that is rising

If someone threatens this moment, I'll offer up everything

I'll defy it with a spirit strong enough to crack the silence

Once again, dazzling drops of boiling blood drip down, and scars multiply

Even that spectacularly splashes out, look

No matter what happens, just swing your fist through

One more One more I'll welcome it each time

My unwavering pride resonates

One more One more My never-changing conviction

Shows in the sound of the beat Pound Pound

No outline, no vision

You can ask yourself

Put your hand on your chest, and as you feel it, face it

Still flowing down, sweat soaks the streets

Even if the rain pours down and washes it away, this never-fading resolve

Stains the streets

One more One more It rings out countless times

I'll roar the beliefs I've inherited

One more One more My persistent body

Will tell you the howl of the beat Pound Pound (t/n: tbh I don't like how I've done these two lines; I was trying very hard to follow the song's structure but it ended up getting the structure in English all weird ;-;)

Always, yes always, the sound never stops

Guided by instinct, to the place I was led to

Finish that mission, subjugate, subjugate, subjugate

Keep on...

One more One more I'll welcome it each time

My unwavering pride resonates

One more One more My never-changing conviction

Shows in the sound of the beat Pound Pound

Pound Pound

Shows in the sound of the beat Pound Pound

[cogentranting]

"Now, when a man has been underestimated by a friend, he has some cause for taking offense--since it is our friends who should overestimate our capacities. They should have an exaggerated opinion of our moral fortitude, our aesthetic sensibilities, and our intellectual scope. Why, they should practically imagine us leaping through a window in the nick of time with the works of Shakespeare in one hand and a pistol in the other!" (A Gentleman in Moscow)

Mutuals, I am picturing you leaping through the window with Shakespeare in one hand, a pistol in the other, and a beloved tv show of dubious merit strapped to your back.

[thecreaturecodex]

Tenukh

"DINOSAPIEN: THE DIGGERS" © deviantArt user Taliesaurus, accessed at his gallery here

[Sponsored by @glarnboudin. These are the antagonists from Dinosapien, a Discovery channel TV show after my time. They have three canon names, and I hate all of them. I've spoken before about my irritation with monsters that swipe names from mythology thoughtlessly. The unktehi is a horned aquatic serpent in Lakota lore, and this is 0 for 3. And since the term "digger" was used as an ethnic slur for a different group of native Americans, the name seems especially tone-deaf. If you're going to be making a TV show with Native terminology (misued), you should at least double check to make sure you're not using any slurs! A scientist character refers to them as "ornithosapiens", I guess because they're ornithischians, but that name should probably go to, you know, birds. I ended up creating my own name rearranging the letters of unktehi.]

Tenukh CR 4 CN Monstrous Humanoid This creature is a bipedal reptile the size of a bison. It is as broad as it is tall, with an armored carapace and a domed head. Its forelimbs end in clawed hands, and it carries a spear.

Tenukhs are cave-dwelling sapient dinosaurs, descended from ankylosaurians. They are insectivorous, and much of their lives revolve around tending to and harvesting colonial insects such as termites, ants, bees and wasps. They supplement these foods with other insects, roots and herbs, especially during the winter in regions where hives go dormant in cold weather. Tenukhs are clannish, xenophobic and territorial, and a creature that disturbs their hives (or worse, steals honey or larvae from them) may be chased to the ends of the earth.

Tenukhs are straight forward combatants. They typically fight in pairs, with one charging headfirst into melee with the other providing backup with a spear. They have short arms, and so have limited reach despite their size, so favor polearms when wielding melee weapons. Tenukhs are fascinated by explosives, and may beg borrow or steal to get them, even if they do not fully understand their use.

The tenukh language is spoken through the nose, as the creatures have complicated, muscular sinuses. They can learn to speak other languages with some effort, and especially intelligent or practiced tenukh may speak Aklo, Common, Dwarven, Goblin, or Undercommon.

Tenukh   CR 4 XP 1,200 CN Large monstrous humanoid Init +4; Senses darkvision 60 ft., Perception +8, scent Defense AC 17, touch 9, flat-footed 17 (-1 size, +8 natural) hp 37 (5d10+10) Fort +5, Ref +4, Will +6 Resist acid 10 Defensive Abilities fortification (50%); Weakness light blindness Offense Speed 30 ft., burrow 10 ft. Melee masterwork longspear +8 (2d6+4/x3), slam +2 (1d8+1) or 2 claws +7 (1d6+3), slam +7 (1d8+3) Ranged chakram +4 (2d6+4) Space 10 ft.; Reach 5 ft. (10 ft. with longspear) Special Attacks powerful charge (slam, 2d8+4 plus stun), stun Statistics Str 16, Dex 10, Con 15, Int 8, Wis 15, Cha 9 Base Atk +5; CMB +9; CMD 29 (33 vs. bull rush, overrun, trip) Feats Great Fortitude, Improved Initiative, Intimidating Prowess, Martial Weapon Proficiency (chakram) (B) Skills Climb +9, Knowledge (dungeoneering) +2, Intimidate +8, Perception +8, Survival +8 Languages Tenukh Ecology Environment underground Organization solitary, pair or clan (3-12) Treasure standard (masterwork longspear, 3 chakram, other treasure) Special Attacks Stun (Ex) A creature struck by a tenukh’s slam attack on a powerful charge or a critical hit must succeed a DC 15 Fortitude save or be stunned for 1 round. The save DC is Strength based.

[wanderingmind867]

Issue #17: With earth beginning to go mad, we finally reintroduce Beast Boy into this story. He's one of the few people who's slightly immune to the plague. Possibly because of his connections to the Doom Patrol, he's got some resistance to the madness. It affects him, but not enough so he becomes a gibbering fanatic. Similarly, the teenage heroes the Doom Patrol had been training (Lodestone, Blaze, Karma, Sprite and the Mind-Grabber Kid) are also somewhat immune. So by pure chance, they end up finding each other and teaming up to try and deal with the madness.

Along the way, they find a handful of others who're seemingly immune to the plague of insanity: people like The Joker and Ambush Bug. Turns out people who're already insane can't be affected by more insanity. They're pretty much immune to the effects of the sanity drain. And sadly for all of us, The Joker, Ambush Bug and their fellow insane weirdos may be earth's last and best chance at survival. While the Doom Patrol and the Brotherhood of Evil try to find a way out of Mister Nobody's surrealist pocket dimension, these people have to hold down the fort and prevent earth from completely folding in upon itself.

Issue #18: The members of the Doom Patrol are finally all reunited, but the reunion is not nearly as positive everyone hoped it would be. For at least a full year (if not longer), Niles, Rita and Larry have been trapped in torture chambers of Mister Nobody's design. Wild torture chambers of surreal design, each one uniquely designed to prey on their worst fears. The Chief, Rita and Larry have really lost any mental stability.

The Chief now has crippling guilt over his every action, to the point where he can't think beyond crying. Rita was forced to imagine a world where she left the Doom Patrol and lived with Mento, accepted by society yet always knowing they mock her privately. It's given her severe paranoia and self doubt. And Larry…well, I liked how the Doom Patrol TV show made Larry a closeted gay man. I want his torture dimension to have had Mr. Nobody preying on that, making his self-loathing ten times stronger than it ever was before. So all three of the missing Doom Patrol members have lost their mental strength and fortitude. And now Mr. Nobody wants to give the same treatment to Robotman, the New Doom Patrol members, and the members of the Brotherhood of Evil.

But what Mr. Nobody never counted on was the outside world interfering, and running him ragged. He can't focus on maintaining his 5-10 different pocket dimensions; not when the people of the outside world are also trying to unravel his mysteries. He tries to handle all 11 tasks at once, but he simply can't. As the New Doom Patrol members begin losing their sense of self like the old ones, the dimensions all dissolve around them. And then they're flung back onto earth, free from his influence.

Issue #19: Now that Mr. Nobody's powers have been stretched thin, the Doom Patrol (plus the three members of the Brotherhood of Evil) team up with their teenage members and with the already insane denizens of earth to put a stop to Mr. Nobody's mad scheme to drain earth of all sanity. Despite their incredibly fragile mental states, Larry, Rita and The Chief join in the fight too.

And eventually, the Doom Patrol and their allies manage to stop Mr. Nobody. They restore sanity to earth, which also means Steve Dayton is freed from his months long stint of possession and mental manipulation. Still, Mr. Nobody isn't dead. He's just too weak to continue his attacks. But he'll be back one day. And next time, he'll remember to bring allies. So watch out, earth. Your days are numbered. Then he vanishes, before anyone has a chance to follow him.

And now that the earth has been saved and the Doom Patrol have been exonerated, they're all free to return to their Midway City headquarters. But still. Trouble is brewing, and it'll need to be addressed. Rita and Steve need to reassess their relationship and help each other through their mental crisis. The Chief needs to learn to trust himself again, and to open up to Arani. And Larry needs to put all the pieces of his life back together again. But they have the time to do that now. The Doom Patrol is back. And once they've recovered, they're gonna be bigger and better than ever!

[eddieredmayneargentinablog]

News of "The Day of the Jackal" series!

Úrsula Corberó, Charles Dance, Richard Dormer Join Eddie Redmayne in ‘The Day of the Jackal’ Series. (THR, February 23, 2024)

Additional new cast members for the large-scale assassin show for Sky and Peacock, which also stars Lashana Lynch, include Chukwudi Iwuji, Lia Williams, Eleanor Matsuura and Jonjo O’Neill.

Eddie Redmayne and Lashana Lynch will be joined by Úrsula Corberó, known for her role as Tokyo in Netflix hit Money Heist, Charles Dance (Game of Thrones, The Crown) and Richard Dormer (Fortitude, Game of Thrones) in the upcoming TV adaptation of The Day of the Jackal for Sky and Peacock.

Corberó will play Nuria, “someone at the heart of The Jackal’s personal life, entirely unaware of who he truly is,” while Dance will feature as Timothy Winthrop, and Dormer will play a character called Norman.

Also joining the cast are Chukwudi Iwuji (Guardians of the Galaxy, The Split) as Osita Halcrow, Lia Williams (The Capture, The Crown) as Isabel Kirby, Khalid Abdalla (The Crown, The Kite Runner) as Ulle Dag Charles, Eleanor Matsuura (The Walking Dead, I Used To Be Famous) as Zina Jansone, Jonjo O’Neill (Andor, Bad Sisters) as Edward Carver, and Sule Rimi (Classified, Andor) as Paul Pullman.

Redmayne plays the famous fictional assassin in the original series based on the Frederick Forsyth novel and award-winning 1973 film adaptation of the same name from Universal Pictures. The star is also executive producing the show.

The Day of the Jackal is being billed by the producers as a “bold, modern reimagining of the beloved and respected novel and film.” While staying true to the DNA of the original story, which was set in 1962 and based on attempts to assassinate French president Charles de Gaulle, this contemporary drama will delve deeper into the chameleon like “antihero” at the heart of the story in a “high octane, cinematic, globetrotting ‘cat and mouse’ thriller,” set amidst the turbulent geo-political landscape of our time.

The Day of the Jackal is being billed as a “bold, modern reimagining of the beloved and respected novel and film.” The original was set in 1962 and based on attempts to assassinate French president Charles de Gaulle. The new contemporary version of the drama will delve deeper into the chameleon-like “antihero” at the heart of the story, with the producers promising a “high octane, cinematic, globetrotting ‘cat and mouse’ thriller” set amid the turbulent geo-political landscape of our time.

Cécile Frot-Coutaz, CEO of Sky Studios and chief content officer, said on Thursday that the series is “going to be a massive show for us,” adding: “This is probably one of the most ambitious or large-scale production that we’ve mounted. It’s an epic action thriller.”