#I love them and it's all because of Julie

[gwydpolls]

In response to a recent question: Yes, you get period appropriate clothes, money for food, lodging and tourism the day of and after. For performance polls only, you may also bring a friend.

The safe from disease or injury as long as you don't interfere applies here. As long as you avoid history changing things like interrupting a performance, shooting public figures, telling people the future, etc., you can do small things like have a nice dinner, etc. in complete safety.

In response to several people recently: We have a long standing rule for these polls that subtle recording is absolutely allowed. Let us assume that as we already have time travel tech in this scenario, we also can hide a tiny camera/microphone in jewelry or pins or the like with infinite recording capacity. We let people take pictures of lost manuscripts, record lost music and languages, dinosaur sounds, etc. in previous polls.

BTW, I've been doing these for a year and a half and I know most of you have not been following every week since at least July 2023. I would never expect anyone to. It was just time to restate as it's been concerning a number of you.

Also: People keep asking where the globe premieres are. We did Shakespeare premiers, I think, last spring. (I don't say what i vote for while polls are running. I did want to mention I was sad Love's Labour Won lost because it makes me crazy that we only have the first play of the pair and the back half of the story is lost). I originally ran several mixed in with the Medieval and early modern performances polls, but as popularity was high and people kept wanting their favorite, I ended up doing a Shakespeare battle royale with all of them including some attributed to and collaborations to fill things out.

Much ado About nothing won.

Oh! This is currently skewing very anglophone with a few other European languages (mostly French, a little German). I'd love if people suggested more performances from other languages and countries. I love how much I've learned over the last year and a half outside of my areas of study.

Time Travel Question 67: Assorted Performances VI

These Questions are the result of suggestions from the previous iteration.

This category may include suggestions made too late to fall into the correct grouping.

Please add new suggestions below if you have them for future consideration.

[angst-and-fajitas]

Emma's Pantheon fic list (literally everything I'm working on)

COMPLETE

• The Nightbus

Canon-Compliant one-shot which takes place within the ending of s2 ep 3, elaborating on Caspian's POV of their first kiss.

• it's about who you leave behind

One-shot, Canon-Compliant, angsty fic about Maddie and Dave and grief, taking place 16 years into the 20 year timeskip, between season 2 ep 6 and ep 7.

IN PROGRESS

• Iterations

XL one-shot, technically Canon Compliant? Told from the POV of Maddie within the Dyson sphere, as she observes three different simulations where things turn out different but not necessarily better: one where David Kim doesn't get cancer, one where MIST doesn't save them in the data center, and one where she backs up and reboots Caspian after his death. Tragedy-heavy. Estimated 12,000 words approx at completion, but I'm trying to slim it down.

• The Miracle of Backups

Longfic diving fully into that simulation AU in which Maddie makes a backup of Caspian before his fight without telling him, then reboots him after his death. Covers their relationship throughout the following 20 years, all the highs and lows of love and tragedy and the conflicts between their two worlds. My outlines currently estimate 45 chapters and roughly 150,000 word count at completion.

These two together are my magnum opus, I've been working on them since July! I have 35k down already. As soon as Iterations is ready to post, I'll start posting my finished chapters of tMoB alongside it.

FUTURE IDEAS

• collection of canon-compliant Maddspian ficlets taking place between s2 ep 3 and 4, within those missing one to two weeks between DC and London. Pure mutual-pining fluff basically. Kinda a sequel to The Nightbus?

• alt version of the first half of s2 ep8, in which Caspian DOES get to talk to Dave before everything goes to hell

I'll update this post as things evolve. I just wanted a reference space for my plans, because I've literally only talked to one friend about it

[iwantmochisoup]

mochi soup's sappy happy crying session

i'm so sorry, please bear with me, but i really need to be super sappy rq. (it's gonna be a long one, so imma add the read more here)

i just recently hit 10k likes and lost my shit over it qwq;; i was overthinking a lot, i wanted to run away, and it kinda hit me because honestly, i don't think i deserve all this ;; like i'm just being silly on here and having fun ;;

but that aside, i have been thinking how to properly say thank you, since words are really hard for me (wow big shocker ikr lmao) but i realized it's thanks giving, despite me not being from america i saw all the love today and i thought maybe i can try, this time, to put it to words. (i'm sorry if i don't make sense at all, and honestly don't mind me honestly, i've always been super scared of talking on here but i need to ramble)

so, idk how to start this, i honestly quit art for good like 4 years ago, won't comment on it but this year i tried to pick it back up. i am so scared of people, especially online but i thought why not, so i made a lil acc on here, i wanna say i'm so lucky to have met you all and seeing people like my art, seriously it's what keeps me going. (that sounds so sappy but for what feels like the first time in my life i am genuinely being myself and i am so happy idk what to do) this is way too long of an intro...

i'm gonna start off my twin of course, it feels fitting hehe ;; so, @saltedbiscuiit you know how shit i am at words, and you know how thankful i am for you, and we talked so much about it already so i'll try to keep this short ;; i am genuinely so happy to have met you, kinda feels like it changed my life back then, it honestly hasn't been that long really, since the art trade back in july, i honestly feel like i found my other half (that's so sappy pls don't cry but i'm being honest) thank you so much for everything, you do so much for me, even if you don't know it and i am honestly so so grateful and happy. thank you so much <3 hehe, salty soup salted mochi

the next one is @cryptid-juzou we just recently met, but i fell in love with your writing, almost instantly!! you're such a great friend, and it's sm fun talking and playing games with you!! and i'm so happy and grateful to have met you!! Really, thank you so much for all you did for me and for accepting the collab! To be working with you on our thing (i won't go into detail, yk big surprise and all) honestly, i'm so so happy and i can't wait to finish it!!

next!! @k-aez !! you've been haunting me in dreams, scolding me and i still think about that raw chicken art you did. okay jokes aside, i'm so happy to have met you and i feel the need to thank you like forever for creating the server and everything you've done. you've been supporting me and pushing me to get out of my ass and kept encouraging me sm. i can't put it into words, but i will be forever grateful for everything!

big big thanks to @ohhcinnybuns, @anticidic and @ediblepandas ya'll have been feeding my brain so many good ideas and enabled some brainrot i will thank you forever for. cinny, you know how much i love your fics and your massive brain in general, i'm so happy i was brave enough back then, and did some art of your ideas, idk if i would even tried to join the server if i didn't see your reblog. rosie, you know how much i love your fics, i'm not about to fangirl in public but i'm truly thankful, you've inspired me so so much, i love with your writing, your kitsunezai au and your scream in phasmo still is the best scream ever! pandas, hehe yk i need to thank you here too! your yapping about dresses and in general talking to you is so much fun! i love your brain sm! thank you so so much for enabling me so much, and please send me more dresses, i love them all!

and, ofc i have to give big thanks the chaos trio too @thatghostinyourbog @spccts & @msshinylemon !! yes, i'm calling you that, that name is fitting, shovel fight if you disagree, losers >:3 i have to thank you three a lot, ya'll are so fun to hang around and play games with, i seriously love what you all do, be it drawing, writing or just the way ya'll yap nonstop! it's sm fun hanging out and i love how we bounce off each other so well and ya'll inspire me so much!! also tysm @nolongerforthetainted for babysitting them!! i really love your writing sm and it's always sm fun yapping with you, and also pls make more coleslaw beds!! i need them! but honestly, thank you so much, i am so happy to have met ya'll and i always look forward to talking and hang out with ya'll!!

WAAAAA THAT IS SO LONG OMG BUT!!! I also need to thank each one of you, all my moots and everyone that just takes their time to look at my art, leave a like, reblog, comment what ever really, i appreciate each and every one of you so so much! thank you all so much, from the bottom of my heart, i can't explain how much it means to me! i also want to give a lil thanks to @noakiie @nevertheblood @altruistic-meme @artsyaudience @konbupie @jellyphink & @lethargyinafishbowl i wanted to tag more but i'm so sorry but i'm too scared, really ;;;

idk how to end this, honestly, i feel like i wrote too much and rambled way too much. i guess i'm just gonna-- *runs*

WITH MUCH LOVE AND A BIG HOP STEP JUMP -mochi soup

[kathlare]

taking the leap

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: Amelie faces a pivotal moment as she opens up to her family about her relationship with Lando. Navigating a mix of reactions, from skepticism to cautious support, she stands her ground with vulnerability and determination.

Wordcount: 1.1 k

Warnings: just fluff

request over here!

February 12th, 2024 - Mérida, México

The air in Mérida felt heavy that evening, as if it could sense the tension Amelie carried in her chest. She stood in the kitchen of her family’s sprawling home, her hands clutching her phone as she nervously reread the text she’d sent Lando earlier.

Ames💛: About to tell them. Wish me luck. Lan🧡: Good luck, love. You’ll be fine. And if not, I’ll fly over and charm them myself. Ames💛: You’re not that charming. Lan🧡: You fell for it.

She bit back a smile, her nerves easing slightly at his confidence. But then her father’s voice boomed from the dining room, calling everyone to gather, and the knot in her stomach tightened again.

Her mum already knew, of course. Julie, Amelie’s meddling but endearing grandmother, had spilled the beans over the holidays when Victoria visited London. While her mum had been understanding and even a little amused, her dad, Stella, and Callum were wild cards. They weren’t hostile to Lando—they’d liked him well enough when he and Amelie were just friends—but this was different.

It wasn’t just “Lando, the friend.” It was “Lando, the boyfriend.” And Amelie wasn’t sure how they’d take it.

As she walked into the dining room, the voices of her siblings filled the air. Callum was recounting some work story, Stella was wrangling Carlota into a seat, and Jack was trying to outpace Elysia in finishing a slice of pan dulce.

—What’s with the serious face, Ames?— Jack teased as she walked in, plopping herself down beside her dad. —You look like you’re about to deliver bad news.—

—Depends on how you take it,— Amelie quipped, her voice steady but her hands fidgeting with the edge of her shirt.

Elysia looked up, sensing the shift in energy. —What’s going on? Did something happen?—

Victoria, seated at the head of the table, gave Amelie an encouraging nod. Amelie swallowed hard, willing her voice to stay firm.

—I have something to tell you all,— she began, glancing around the table. Her dad’s eyebrows knit together in mild concern, while Callum tilted his head curiously.

—Spit it out already,— Stella said, though her tone wasn’t unkind.

—Lando and I are dating,— Amelie blurted out, the words tumbling out in a rush.

The room fell silent, save for the faint clink of Emilio dropping his spoon on his plate.

—You’re what?— Elias finally said, his tone a mix of disbelief and something harder to place.

—We’re dating,— Amelie repeated, her voice quieter but firm. —It’s serious. And it’s been serious for a few months now.—

Callum leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. —Since when?—

—November,— she admitted, feeling the weight of their stares.

—So, this whole time you’ve been sneaking around?— Stella asked, raising an eyebrow. —When we thought you were just friends again?—

—We weren’t sneaking around,— Amelie said, though her voice faltered slightly. —We just... wanted to be sure before telling everyone.—

—And you’re sure now?— her dad asked, his tone sharper than usual.

Amelie met his gaze head-on. —Yes, I am.—

—Why now?— Callum asked, his skepticism evident.

—Because it’s serious, and because Lando’s important to me,— she said, her voice gaining strength. —I didn’t want to hide it anymore.—

Her dad leaned forward, his elbows resting on the table. —Amelie, I know you think this is serious, but relationships like this... they’re complicated. Lando’s life is...—

—Busy? Chaotic?— Amelie interjected, her frustration bubbling to the surface. —So is mine. But we’re making it work.—

Victoria finally spoke up, her voice calm but firm. —Elias, don’t make this harder than it needs to be. Amelie’s an adult. She knows what she’s doing.—

—Does she?— Elias countered, his gaze still fixed on Amelie. —Because the last time you two were involved, it didn’t end well.—

Amelie flinched at the reminder, but she didn’t back down. —We’re different now. We’ve talked about everything, about what went wrong before, about what we want now. This isn’t the same.—

—And if it ends the same?— Stella asked, her tone not unkind but cautious.

—Then it does,— Amelie said simply. —But that’s a risk I’m willing to take.—

The room was silent for a moment, the weight of her words hanging in the air. Finally, Jack broke the tension with a low whistle. —Damn, Ames. Didn’t think you had that kind of speech in you.—

—Me neither,— Elysia added with a small smile.

Elias sighed, leaning back in his chair. —I just want you to be happy. But more than that, I want you to be sure. You’ve got a lot going on, Amelie. Don’t let this distract you.—

—I’m happy, Dad,— she said softly. —And I’m sure.—

Victoria reached over, squeezing her husband’s hand. —Then that’s what matters.—

Stella still looked skeptical, but she didn’t press further. Callum, however, leaned over to Amelie, his voice low. —If he screws up again, I’ll kill him.—

Amelie couldn’t help but laugh, the tension finally breaking. —Noted.—

As the conversation shifted back to lighter topics, Amelie’s phone buzzed in her pocket. She glanced at the screen, a small smile tugging at her lips.

Lan🧡: Still alive? Ames💛: Barely. But I think they’ll come around. Lan🧡: Told you. I’ll charm them if I have to. Ames💛: Might take more than charm. Lan🧡: Good thing I’m persistent.

She slipped her phone back into her pocket, her heart feeling lighter. Whatever challenges lay ahead, she was ready. And for the first time, she felt like her family might be, too.

Dinner wrapped up more smoothly than Amelie had anticipated. The initial shock had given way to a semblance of normalcy, though she could tell her dad was still processing. Callum had gone back to discussing his latest architectural project, Stella was busy trying to convince Chequito to eat his vegetables, and Jack and Elysia were now bickering over who got the last piece of dessert.

But when her dad stood and quietly motioned for her to join him on the patio, Amelie knew the conversation wasn’t quite over.

She followed him outside, the humid Yucatán air wrapping around her as they stepped into the dimly lit garden. Her dad leaned against the railing, his face unreadable in the soft glow of the patio lights.

—You know I’m not against this, right?— Elias said after a long silence, his voice quieter than before.

—I know,— Amelie replied, crossing her arms as she stood next to him. —But you’re worried.—

He glanced at her, a small, wry smile tugging at his lips. —You’ve always been able to read me too well.—

—It’s because you make it so obvious,— she teased lightly, though her smile quickly faded. —But I get it, Dad. You’ve seen me mess up before.—

—It’s not about messing up,— he said, shaking his head. —It’s about the fact that I’ve watched you work so hard for everything you’ve achieved. You’ve fought for your place in this world, Ames. And I don’t want you to lose focus.—

Amelie sighed, leaning her elbows on the railing. —I won’t. Lando doesn’t take away from that. If anything, he... he reminds me why I love what I do. He gets it, the crazy schedules, the pressure. He supports me. He makes me happy.—

Elias looked at her for a long moment before speaking. —He makes you happy now. But what about later? When things get harder? You’ve both got lives that pull you in opposite directions. How do you make that work?—

—We figure it out as we go,— Amelie said, meeting his gaze. —That’s all we can do. I know it’s not going to be easy, but nothing worth having ever is.—

Her dad sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. —You’re stubborn. Just like your mother.—

—You married her anyway,— Amelie pointed out with a grin.

—And look where that got me,— he said with a dramatic groan, though his smile betrayed him.

Amelie laughed, the tension between them finally easing. She reached over, wrapping her arms around him in a tight hug. —Thank you, Dad. For worrying. For caring. But you don’t have to anymore. I’ve got this.—

Elias hugged her back, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. —I’ll always worry, Amelie. That’s my job. But if you’re happy, then that’s all that matters to me.—

[freetheshit-outofyou]

In full disclosure I was/is (what ever the word) was a drunk. After my divorce I felt sorry for myself and crawled in a bottle, I did not come back out for 2 years. I only came out because the people I Served with were concerned enough that they said something. The Army put me in ADAPCP (Alcohol and Drug Abuse Prevention and Control Program). It's called something else now but I dried out, cleared my head and never went back to the bottle no matter how bad thigs got. I was not a good drunk, I wasn't they happy red nosed drunk that loves everyone. No, I was the stereotypical asshole. I was mean, I was violent, I was not a good drunk. I did not become one of the "front pew" former drunks that finds God and just have to push their new found sobriety on others. I just stopped drinking, that was 1994. Fast forward to January 2006 my unit lost 5 guys in one day in Iraq, on that anniversary I have a shot to each of them, I do the same on the 4th of July when I lost a good friend to the war we being home. It not that I'm not sympathetic to those who suffer addiction, I am. I truly want those folks to get help, but like my sister, so many don't want it. They are content in their little corner of hell and don't care who they hurt in the process. But sympathy ends, when I have to watch my folks cry, my nephews cry, my brother in complete disappointment and my own family standing there looking at one more METH fuel disaster my sister created. Sometime when you get a snag, no matter how much you tug, walk up and down the river bank trying to free the snag. Sometimes all you can do is cut bait, re-tie your line and change places to not get snagged again. Because staying there and feed the river your hooks and line just to get snagged over and over again is an exercise in stupidity. Folks thank you for your posts, I know I am not the only one in this situation. I am sorry so many of you have to suffer it as well.

I have no room in my heart for an addict.

My folks have not seen us kids together on a holiday (Thanksgiving or Christmas) in 14 years, we are all spread out. This year we put it together. My brother came in from Texas, I came in from out of town and our little sister came in from out of town to see our folks as a whole family with our kids and grandkids. My meth head little sister gets blasted out of her mind 2 hours before dinner and fucked everything up like addicts do. Dad was on fire, mom was crying, my nephews embarrassed of their mom and crying. I love my little sister, I hate what drugs have done to her, I hate the drugs. Addiction is a real monster that will not only eat you but every person who loves you as well. She has stollen from all of us, pawned our dead grandmothers jewelry just to score a fix. Tonight only highlighted her inability to be a functioning part of life and I have to cut bait. After all the interventions, all the money spent on re-habs, and the tears, I'm done. My sister is 47yo, I think the next time I get a call about her will be to says she's dead.

[odd-chips]

Here's a big post of some of my doodles of [Cap'n and crew] that I haven't posted yet! Couple are comics, couple are shitposts, you know how it goes.

(Also have some extra character tidbits beneath the cut!)

Cap'n (she/they) has become a Spongebob-adjacent "married to the job" type with sprinklings of "they are not immune to rose-tinted Company propaganda". Cartoonishly loyal to work, she's more upset about lying to the boss about her condition over actually becoming a monster on work time (though she isn't particularly a fan of being a monster, either).

Skeets (she/her) was already implied to be pretty optimistic and curious, but I've doubled down on this. She's constantly curious about entities and the state of her co-workers, asking questions and absorbing new information. She's also extremely lucky when it comes to encountering entities.

Mav (she/him), as implied by her nearly leaving Cap'n behind in the first comic, has become a "I won't hesitate, bitch" bitch. Split second decisions aren't an issue for her, she WILL shoot first and ask questions later. (She also now has a gambling addiction, haha. LOVES betting credits on things)

Kid (he/him) is now Irish. I will not elaborate. He's kind of literally the same otherwise. He's also in major inherited debt because of a Company-caused clerical error, but don't worry about it.

Uh. That's about it, I suppose!

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

hold on. i just wanted to see their height difference and. and hold on-

ill probably clean this up & do the other neighbors but ohhhhh my god. hes SMALL!!!!!! TWELVE! APPLES! (bg Home included to see if Barnaby would be able to fit through the front door. nope<3)

[emilylsart]

SURPRISE PIXEL ART TIME!!

I felt like making these little sprite edits of the Scott Pilgrim video game characters! Featuring the playable characters on top as well as Knives and some NPCs on the bottom.

I took some clothing inspiration from the anime while Ramona's is from a well-known Bryan Lee O'Malley drawing of her. Changing the colors on them was the fun part :) Also, colored-in mouths! Ain't that something!

The reason I made these sprite edits is that during the weekend, I went on a nostalgic trip to look at some sprite comics I liked during my teenage years...(around 2016) they were mostly Kirby comics, LOL. I usually read them on ComicFury now since Smackjeeves died out a few years ago...it was my only source of sprite-comic reading back then :(

Somehow, all of it gave me the urge to make one on my own...Well this is what I have for now, just a little overview of what the Scotty P. video game characters will look like in my own version of them. Hope you like!

(all original sprites were downloaded from The Spriters Resource and edited in Krita)

[EDIT: fixed Young Neil's hair a bit]

[pink-flame]

You're my neck of the, neck of the woods Leave you, babe, I never could Ginger and gestures of goodwill go forth, let go Of sorrow and sadness and spite I'm somebody taller tonight

Neck of the Woods - Maisie Peters

[murdleandmarot]

@mysticalcats I know you’ve already seen foxglove but I just wanted to make sure he was included :)

Also Bluebelle for those who are fans <3

[frenchfry99]

Waitttt....you said Lilly has a *honkable nose???*

.....

*Fnaf nose honk insert*

Lilly does the fnaf nose honk canon ‼️🎉

She's inviting you to join the clownery!

Do you accept the offer??

Bonus Lilly with a couple of her many friends! (lil one befriends anyone in sight)

Haven't drawn my Home design in ages,, he's such a silly fellow (as much as a house can be silly and fellow lol)

[bethanyactually]

Nancy Drew + text posts (32/?)

4.06 || The Web of Yesterdays (2/2)

[itspileofgoodthings]

Taylor returning over and over to the falling through the ice accident in the Bolter—everything to me

[titsthedamnseason]

why does “God” talk to zane. im scared

[tangledstarlight]

its been like 4 years i promise i am soooo normal about julie and the phantoms now

[doctorbrown]

MCFLY JULY ‘24 ⸺ 「 16 / 31 * SYNCHRONICITY 」

September 12, 1885

Maggie always cautioned him his bleeding heart would get him into trouble.

He couldn’t help that, though. There was already enough suffering in the world—what harm did it do to be kind? To look after others as if they were your own?

Mr. Eastwood was a good soul. Oh, like his brother, poor Martin, may God rest his soul, he had his troubles, that all-consuming need to try and prove himself—he’d wager the farm he was somebody’s little brother too, so certain was he of that—to win the fleeting gossip of a group of people whose affections only lingered on whatever was most exciting in this dust bowl of a town.

The only people a man had to prove himself to was himself and to God.

But, like Martin, Mr. Eastwood had a heart as big as the country, caring just as much about others as he did for himself. That much was obvious that very first night he blew into their lives like a whirlwind, taking the fence with it, only to slot into their little home—their lives—almost like he belonged there.

It's funny how just a few short days can really make a man feel like he knows somebody...

And little Will had taken to him almost immediately, reinforcing his opinion that, whether this be an act of Providence or sheer luck, Clint Eastwood had entered their lives for a reason and had a place amongst them, if he so wanted.

He’d never felt quite a connection to anyone like that before, not since the day his younger brother was ripped away from him, taken somewhere he couldn’t follow. Not yet.

Just like Martin, Clint Eastwood, too, was gone, and Seamus wasn’t planning on that news to tear a hole clean through him.

Supposing it was a man’s time, there was just nothing that could be done, but like he did what feels like an eternity ago now, Seamus lifts his head heavenward and stares long and hard at the perfect blue. Squinting against the afternoon sun’s harsh light, Seamus searches for something, though he isn’t quite sure what. A glimmer in the sky, perhaps. A flash of something, a revelation, a gust of wind rolling through the countryside carrying a message for his ears only, anything.

The heat lashes across his pale cheeks as he waits. Nothing changes, not so much as an errant cloud in the sky for his troubles or to signify that someone was listening, but Seamus keeps his eyes trained on the sky.

Why, God? I did everything I could. I thought You were trying to tell me this was my second chance—isn’t that why You put Clint Eastwood in front of me, gave him Martin’s face, and gave him the same troubles?

He did it—he didn’t fight that brute, he made it out okay—and this is what he’s given for overcoming that? A freak accident sending him to the bottom of the ravine?

“Seamus!” Maggie’s voice cuts across the silence like the crack of a whip. “When you’re done, hurry up inside—we’ve got guests. Mister Brown has come to pay us a visit. He says he has something he wants to share with us. And don't you forget to wash up first!”