#I suppose that goes for Porter too...

[nanowatzophina]

Ugh, fuck me and my stupid bleeding heart--

the way I know exactly what Treasure is feeling...

Feeling the desperate need to help. Both Porter and Treasure have existed in a world where they are solely valued on what they can provide others... So naturally Treasure is desperate to one: help Porter, but they are also probably just incredibly confused because Porter has been incredibly vague about every piece of information he's shared with them...

GOD.

But man do I love a good well written verbal fight-- I feel like every line Porter gave was just *so good*

Anyways. Love it. Love them... I hope we get more Porter videos because rn that's all I'm in the mood for--

[wakkass]

💚Teenage Amber💚

On the left is some hairstyle searches

AU itself

Amber, like Sofia, is a very hard student. As a future queen, she's aware of her responsibility for the knowledge she acquires.

Amber manages her workload well and organizes her daily routine.

She likes to combine business with pleasure and apply organizational skills to her studies.

Amber strives to be on top in everything. Perhaps even too much.

For Amber, face is as important as knowledge and skills. To be a worthy queen, she must be perfect in everything, even in appearance.

Lately she has noticed that she can’t fit into dresses, she often sweats, and her hair becomes greasy.

This worries Amber, but she doesn’t give up and skillfully hides it all, and also finds information on how to fix such things (for example, a recipe for a magic potion that makes hair silky).

The fact is that this helps only temporarily, and sometimes it's completely pointless. And the flaws in appearance are getting worse and harder to hide.

Amber begins to think that the problem is with her and that she's simply no longer beautiful.

At some point it reached a critical point. During an etiquette lesson where she was supposed to faint, she actually fainted because she began to malnourish.

Sofia noticed that something was wrong with her sister, and they talked about it. Sofia believes that Amber is the most beautiful and kind princess among everyone she knows, and there is no better queen for Enchancia.

But Amber doesn't think that's enough. She's preparing to become the "face" of her kingdom. How will she show the world all the beauty of her homeland if she herself doesn't live up to it?

This question will be answered by the current "face" of Enchancia - Queen Miranda.

She will tell her daughter about the changes that every girl goes through, and will show Amber her hands, roughened by years of manual labor. Unlike natural maturation, their rudeness doesn't transform over time.

But does that make them ugly? Amber believes that her mother's hands are the most beautiful and perfect. And Miranda will hug her with them and say that Amber herself is also beautiful.

But what if the shortcomings never go away and some of them remain? Well, they will be flaws only as long as she considers them as such. Because Amber is actually the only one who sees them.

Roland will show his daughter his scars, which he received as a child due to too dangerous pranks.

Roland will also show porters of previous monarchs, where some of their external features are visible. They are all different, but they have one thing in common - they all took care of their health.

Roland thinks that Enchancia needs a healthy monarch who will reign as long as possible. And most importantly, the family needs a healthy and happy Amber, so it hurts them to see how she doesn't feel sorry for herself.

Appearance info

Hairstyle:

Amber's hairstyle in the original is a good reference to her status. Personally, because of such curls, I have a strong association with the aristocracy, so I wanted to preserve them.

However, I don't like the performance in the series at all (the one on the left), so I played with the shape of the hairstyle until I reached the final one.

I really like the execution of a similar hairstyle on the right, it’s a shame that the curls ended up looking like sausages -_-

Inspired by various art from vintage manga, I decided on a hairstyle. The structure of the hair is very similar to Aurora’s hair and, as planned, her strands also move easily and naturally.

Cloth:

Read this post for clothing inspiration and references.

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[destielfandomlore]

Hi! I know things are a bit crazy right now, but would you mind explaining lamp-gate? Most of the other -gates I've got a pretty clear picture of, but this one I've somehow missed. Best I've got is it's somehow to do with lampshading, but no idea of the actual details

Oh no worries! So unfortunately I was not present live during s15 airing, but from what I have gathered, why lamp/lampgate has to do with that scene in 15x10 The Heroes' Journey, when Dean goes to Garth to get his cavities filled. He hallucinates/has this dream sequence where he tap dances to "Let's Misbehave" by Cole Porter which apparently has a ton of LGBTQ+ lore attached to it (via @deanwasalwaysbi). Definitely read through that post which goes into a lot more detail.

The long and short of it is that the lamp is theorized to be a stand-in for Cas especially since at the very end of that episode he is looking at Garth and Bess dancing in their living room and is like "I always thought I'd be good at dancing" or something similar.

From there, my understanding is that fandom did lamp=light and looking back on various episodes, there are lighting shifts whenever Cas is mentioned in the context of Dean. Off the top of my head, an example is at the end of 13x05 Advanced Thanatology when Dean gets a call from Cas saying he's alive and his face both figuratively and literally lights up.

There are also often instances of Cas standing under lamp posts which are supposed to symbolize a halo since we don't see actual halos in the spnverse.

Additionally in Dean's room in the bunker, there is furniture doubling at times, can't quite remember the specifics right now, but there are times when there are 2 table lamps/end tables and times where there are not. I believe in the finale everything is doubled and in comparison the absence of Cas is LOUD especially when taken with the insane number of empty beer and liquor bottles littering the place. (Don't take my word for this though because I've seen the finale exactly once.)

I hope that helps but anyone else can add on too!!

[t4tozier]

share ur sb truths with us kodie t4tozier anything u want

yay barking at u. also isn't it so funny. natalie beeprich roeswater is the reason i go by my actual name here y'all should not know this. u have too much power. anyway entirely unrelated let's talk about fucking. i'm fully jimmy neutroning here just like neurons firing as i think about everything and anything starbreaker

i love them so bad bambi. i'm thinking about intox kink rn bc ofc i am. but also fukcin. pool boy porter. so u get both

since jacey is a trophy wife time of day doesn't super matter to him. he will be drinking a vodka tonic with lime at 10 am. but typically he'll just drink lemonade or like a seltzer or something but towards like 5ish he'll pour himself a glass of wine and start telling porter that he doesn't need to be working so hard, he's been. i feel like this isn't right but working himself thin. ykwim. and he tells him come in, darling, let me get you something to drink, you've been working so hard you deserve a break.

and porter's actually very polite and respectful in this au. crazy ik. but he's just kind of like sure mr laniidae whatever you say. and jace just laughs and says please if you have to be so formal you'll call me stardiamond. that man doesn't own me any more than you do. and porter gets a little shiver at the thought of owning jace like that. but jace insists on porter calling him by his first name.

and he asks what kind of liquor porter likes and he's like i honestly mostly just drink beer but i suppose whiskey works fine. and jace makes it his mission to get porter some nice ass whiskey and always has beer in the fridge if porter wants one while he's working. he's sweating as he pops the top of his bud light and jace truly could not give less of a fuck about beer but he just likes that porter is drinking what he buys him.

but jace and zara get day drunk on mimosas one sunday when they have their little brunch get together and jace starts being really touchy with porter and kind of showing him off like look zara isn't he handsome? look at his biceps, he goes to the gym even though he works so hard here, i wish he didn't work so hard, he does such a good job for us here, don't you, sweetheart?

and porter actually flushes a little bit and shrugs and is like "i just do my best, mr--jace. anyway can i refill your glasses, since i'm out here? and jace grins and coos over him and tells zara what a good boy he is, going out of his way to make sure jace is happy. and zara grins as porter pours them more prosecco and tells jace that he got lucky with his boytoy. and porter stammers out some excuse but jace just grins and is like "i know, right? he's just the sweetest, look at him, he's perfect" and porter carries himself a little taller that day

[herbirdglitter]

Some Rosemary and Thyme fic ideas I won't use, for public use:

(fair warning my ideas can be wildly disjointed)

Rosemary leaves Laura a note that says "Be back soon, love Rosemary." What if Laura keeps it? she doesn't fully know why, it just gives her a happy sort of thrill, so tucks it a way in her sock drawer at home. Then one day, Rosemary is out of socks and decides to borrow a pair of Laura's and finds the note. And she wonders why Laura would still have that? why would she keep a meaningless note? be back soon doesn't mean much, but "Love Rosemary" could mean a good deal more to her, couldn't it? and she wonders about that, and wonders and wonders and wonders until she's distracted by it nearly every minute and now she can't get a moment's peace. I don't know where this one goes.

2. that bit where laura thinks rosemary is dead and goes to tell her mum and Rosemary shows up in a bathrobe and Laura goes "Rosemary!" and we don't get much of a reaction. They probably hug, and Laura cries, and probably keeps touching her to remind herself rosemary is there. And then… what if she wakes up in the middle of the night and goes to check if Rosemary is still there and it turns into an only one bed fic because of course, Rosemary is like "why don't you just stay"

3. Your standard, we got drunk, woke up, and oh damn, are those rings on our fingers? fic

4. drunk flirting

5. drunk sleeping together?

6. one of them arrives first to a job. The client has gotten confused and called them by the other's last name. He's such a poor old thing that they don't want to correct him. Little do they know, he thinks they're married. "Mrs" Thyme, etc. And when they try and protest, the client doesn't take no for an answer and now everyone thinks they're together. and maybe whichever one it is kind of likes the assumption. likes people assuming they belong together. Likes as the suitor's backing off the other one when she arrives, because they think she's taken. and then you know, feelings realization.

7. Season 2 the Gongoozlers

Rosemary breaks her leg and Laura goes to the hospital to see her. the nurse (?) asks if she's a relative. And Laura, fearing she won't be let in if she isn't a relative, tells them she's her wife. She still can't go in because they're busy operating but the son of the family at the place they're working overhears (he's a porter at the hospital) and mentions it to the fam and pretty soon the entire film set thinks they're married or the equivalent since it's not legal yet and Rosemary doesn't know and Laura is just wondering around like oops. Because she is getting to see Rosemary now and she's scared if she denied it, that it'll get back to the hospital and she won't be allowed to see her at odd hours anymore. She's having to adlib answers to how did you two get together? Etc.

A lot of these are excess ideas i trimmed off of a potential "5 times everyone thought they were gay and 1 time they were" fic, if one couldn't tell

8. They run into Rosemary's ex. A female ex, and not a very nice one. Laura gets defensive, even though up till now, she had absolutely no idea Rosemary liked girls.

alright random dialogue prompts time:

"we are going to have to talk about this at some point."

"I know. But please not right now, I've got to have a sexuality crisis first."

"Oh right. Me too I suppose, but it's not so much of a crisis for me. To hell with men, remember?"

"Yes, but I think you took that to heart more than I did."

"Well you started it."

"I started it?!" Laura said indignantly. "I seem to recall you kissing me!"

"You might want to get over there. Your partner is verbally assaulting a police officer." And Laura gets there, sees it's Nick Rosemary is yelling at, and dives behind a bush.

3×2 seeds of time: "Even Caroline Pargiter! I was only introduced to her a couple of hours ago. What do I get but "oh this is er, er." I'm going to start calling myself er. Save people the trouble."

"Well you do have that effect on people. Sometimes I look at you and you're so beautiful I even forget my own name, let alone yours, and I've known you for years. You can't expect them to remember a thing after meeting you again. Poor things were so flustered they could hardly look at you."

Laura gave her a look. "I'm going to choose to believe that's it."

They were silent as they got into the car. Then Laura said "You know, it's been a long time since anyone's called me beautiful. I'd forgotten how it feels."

"this is why people think we're lesbians." "quite right."

and these are just the ones I don't want to use. I probably could come up with fifty more. look I just remembered another one.

9. the Gongoozlers.

Laura and Quinny are driving in the rover and Quinny asks if she can ask Laura some thing very forward and every single time I think she's about to ask if Laura likes women or of Laura and Rosemary are together. It also would fit pretty well if she asked Laura out. So perhaps those are three ideas.

I'm going to stop now.

Edit: here’s another.

When gay marriage is legalized in the Uk, Rosemary goes “well, shall we give it a go then?” And laura… is confused because they’re not even together. And Rosemary gives her this whole speech about how they should take advantage of this for the people that came before them etc.” And laura is like but we’re not gay.and Rosemary says it wasn’t legalized because of love, but so that the gays could visit each other in the hospital and inherit each other’s property, and doesn’t she want that? And laura finds she does want that, and that the more she thinks about it, the more she thinks she’d like Rosemary as her wife

[stilin-ski]

were talking about knocking that elf up?

word, I have tons on this, so do you guys wanna talk about how Jace is terrified at every slight change in his body because he doesn’t know if the baby is okay? or about how Porter is a freak so he does love knowing he put a baby in Jace? or about how Jace was so deeply in denial for the first few months (because it wasn’t even supposed to be possible, but somehow-) that he passed out and almost died, so he had to be on bed rest for the remainder of his pregnancy? or maybe that actually trying to give birth to Porter’s giant ass baby (Tegan, she’s a sweet baby girl, Layla loves her) nearly killed him, so he is insanely traumatized by it and doesn’t consider having another one until years later?

or there’s the on-the-run au cinna and I were talking about recently where Jace realizes he’s knocked up but doesn’t want to tell Porter bc it’s really not good fucking timing for something like this but Porter thinks Jace is just. disgusted and horrified by him bc Jace won’t let him near him, won’t let him touch him, always makes an excuse to sleep separately.

OR there’s the one where Jace knows before the final battle in the gym. and he’s planning to tell Porter after bc he knows Porter will try to tell him he has to stay out of it, that he can’t help anymore, it’s too dangerous, etc. but then Porter goes down, and then he’s dead, and Jace never got the chance to tell him and now he may never get the chance to. so then he’s working on resurrecting Porter and it takes… longer than he thought it would and then he has a little girl (Tegan again) who is three years old and the spitting image of Porter and Jace is so full of grief and despair and want for his baby girl to know her father, and then he’s resurrecting Porter and it’s all- a lot. It’s all a lot.

anyways. put a baby in that elf!

[hannahssimblr]

Chapter Eighteen (Part 2)

“Oh, you’re staying back. Again.�� Marnie is saying the following week as I linger on in the art room. “You’re always working in the evenings now, I feel like I never see you.”

“Yeah I’ve been fairly busy.”

“You need to chill out though.”

“I have been, on the weekends.”

She sighs and plonks into the desk next to me. I don’t look at her but I can practically hear her pout. “You never hang out with me anymore.” She whines. “Ever since your birthday you’ve been busy all of the time, I don’t get it.”

“Yeah.” I say, hesitating before adding “sorry.”

“Did I do something?”

“I just have loads of work.” I sigh. “I feel like if I spent this year actually trying to do my assignments then I wouldn’t be in this position, but I suppose I’m after kind of shooting myself in the foot.”

“Yeah, fine, but you haven’t told me any gossip about Dean since you two started hooking up.”

“Is that what this is really about?”

“Not completely, I also wanted to catch up with you and see how you’ve been.” She lies. My phone starts buzzing in my pocket and I yank it out to see my mother calling me again. She’s been doing this every few days lately. I reject the call and put it onto the table in front of me, only to see the inevitable When are you coming home? message buzz in a short minute later. I feel too frazzled to deal with any of this right now. Not while my visual development project isn’t looking exactly the way it does in my head.  

“That’s a bit of a drag about his brother getting arrested, isn’t it?” Marnie says, finally prompting me to drop my paintbrush and stare at her. “Did he tell you that?”

“Uh, yeah?”

“When?”

“The other night when we were out for drinks, why?”

“No reason.” I go back to painting while unease rises within me. So much for him not liking Marnie, not wanting to hang out with her anymore, for not having time to hang out with anybody else. What happened to our mutual agreement about this? My feelings about this must be written on my face regardless of my attempts to disguise them because when I meet her eyes they are dancing with delight. “He seems really sad about it.” She says with a dramatic pout. “Poor baby. If you want you can join us soon, we’re about to head out to that pub in Phibsborough and get some drinks.”

“Dean is going?”

“Yeah did he not tell you?”

I take a slow, steady breath through my nose, trying to calm myself enough as to not be drawn into her blatant trap. “I can’t go anyway.” I shrug. “I actually have plans.”

“Do your plans include you sitting chained to an art room desk until you get kicked out of the building at midnight by the porters?”

“No, I’m having dinner with a friend.”

She groans and rolls her eyes, slumping heavily onto the desk. “Oh is it your boring country friend again? The one who still wears ballet pumps?”

“Claire.” I correct her. “We’re cooking dinner together.”

“But can’t you cook dinner any old night? I wanted to discuss the details of my summer party with you.” 

“We can text about it, like, but do you really need my input?”

“Isn’t it fun to talk about what we’re going to do though? All of the activities we can plan?”

“Well you have a pool, so I imagine you can just let people swim in it and they’ll be alright. Most people don’t actually have one of those so it’s quite a novelty.” I glance at her and catch her rolling her eyes. “You really are just turning into one of those girls that starts seeing someone and completely vanishes. I never thought that of you, you know, I thought that you were a real girls’ girl.”

“Marnie, it’s not like that. This is Claire’s last night in Ireland before she goes to Cyprus for a month. I won’t see her after this. Any other night I can come to the pub.”

“No.” She says haughtily. “Any other night you’re here in the art room painting working on your little assignments. You won’t come to the pub. You probably won’t come to the summer party either.”

“Marnie, I will-” I trail off, because she’s already gone. 

After hitting the Tesco Express on the way home from college, I haul four shopping-laden bags up the two flights of stairs to our apartment, sweat beading on my forehead as the late spring sun beats through the windows and heats my skin. I’m so hungry, and knowing all of the delicious treats inside my bag only serves to make me more excited for dinner than I already was. Claire and I haven’t had the time to cook together in months, not since college work started to pile on for both of us, and actually, finding time to talk at all has been hard. 

I have to take a rest between two floors and flex my hand, long divots in my palms from where the thick plastic handles on the bags have dug into me. “Claire?” I shout upwards, hoping she will hear me through our fire door. “Could you help me with these bags?” I wait a moment, my voice echoes against the concrete walls and floor, and there’s no response. I sigh and haul the bags off the floor, feeling the strain on my arms and shoulders. I bet she’s got her earphones in again.

We’re making a combination of our favourites tonight, I even got a whole chicken for her signature rosemary orange roast chicken, baby potatoes, those mini broccoli stalks just ready to be drizzled in oil and garnished with flakes of seasalt, crushed chilli and toasted flaked almonds… Then for dessert we’ll have fresh black cherries with orange zest and vanilla mascarpone on the side, served up with crunchy palmiers biscuits sticking out of the top like little flags. We’ll probably be cooking it all until ten o’clock tonight, but we know the best part is the process, the joy of cooking together. The food at the end is only a bonus. 

I finally reach our floor, grunting with the effort, and shoulder the door open. “Claire!” I trill. “I’m home!”

She’s sitting on the couch, she’s the first thing I see, the back of her head with her long straight blonde hair in a smooth sheet over her back and shoulders, and she doesn’t react to me. Instantly I can feel it. Something is wrong. 

“Claire?” I say, laying the bags on the floor where I’m standing and making my way over to her. My footsteps seem particularly loud on the floor. That one obnoxious floorboard that squeaks, seeming to squeak even more than usual. 

“Hey.” She says thickly. Turning her face towards me, but not all the way. She’s avoiding my eyes. Immediately my head is spinning. It’s Shane. They’ve broken up, and he’s just sprung it on her with no warning, the day before their holiday, no less. After everything they’ve done together, all the time they’ve invested, he’s just dumped her. Perfect, beautiful Claire. It’s the Healy’s I want to start telling her. You can’t trust them, they’re hardwired to hurt us, but then as I get closer to her and she finally looks at me, somehow I know. It’s not Shane. 

It’s me. 

I don’t say a word. I stand across from her, sickening dread surging in my guts, and I don’t even know what I’ve done, but I know it’s bad, because she’s never looked at me like this before, not with these wounded eyes rimmed in red, her mouth pulled taut and downwards at the corners. A smudge of mascara is underneath one eye, and under any other circumstance I would have wiped it away for her without even thinking about it, but now I’m afraid to even take another step in her direction. 

“I thought I’d clean the apartment before you got home.” She says. “And I was doing the bins-”

My stomach instantly drops as I relive the scene. Me, and what I put into the bins yesterday, stupidly, without even thinking about it. “Oh, Claire…” 

She shakes her head. “Why would you keep that from me?” 

“I… I don’t know, I really don’t know why.”

“I tell you everything about myself, Evie. You know everything that’s happened in my life up to this point, you know every thought in my head, everything that I like, every embarrassing thing that ever happened to me that I can remember.”

I nod, because she’s right, and I keep on nodding as she goes on. 

“And I thought that you told me everything too! I know the names of all the boys you’ve ever kissed, I know about your dad and how he’s a functioning alcoholic, and your uncle and how he knocked up a twenty nine year old woman in Venezuela, and how you’ve been secretly in love with Jude for almost two years now, all your favourite snacks and places you want to visit… I just can’t understand what it is-” She pauses to take a sharp breath as fresh tears spring to her eyes, “That made you hide something like this from me.”

“I know.” I say. 

She looks at me with eyes filling up, waiting for more, but I can’t give it to her. I don’t know why I didn’t tell her, just like I don’t know why I thought it’d be a good idea to stuff a dozen condom wrappers into the general bin and not even think about the possibility of her seeing them. It’s almost like hiding things, being deceitful has become something that I naturally do, a state of being, something I no longer have to think about in the same way that it’s easier and more natural for me to think of unkind things to say about people than compliments. 

“Is it that you thought I wouldn’t understand?” She prompts. “That I’d be judging you for it?”

“I… maybe. I don’t know what I thought. It just started happening.”

“With… Dean Cullen?”

“Yes.”

She rests her forehead on her hand. “Well…” She breaks off and sighs with frustration. “Maybe Shane and I weren’t that fair about him, but if you’d just come and talked to me and explained it then maybe I’d have got it.”

“I was afraid that you’d tell me not to go near him.”

“Yeah, I probably would have, but if you really care about each other then I would have tried my best to understand and support you, and then you wouldn’t have had to sneak around.”

I feel acutely aware of my body, and the way I’m just standing there like a statue, palms prickling, heart thudding in my chest knowing that Dean and I don’t really care about each other, at least not him. He doesn’t care about anything, let alone me anymore. He, the man who treats me like dirt, and I, the girl who deserves it. But I’ll have to keep this information from her too. The truth would be too much for her to bear.

“Sex is a personal thing.” I attempt. “I wouldn’t ask you for the details, the ins and outs of what you do.” And saying that is a mistake, because her eyes flash to mine and the fury and the hurt contained in them is like a gut punch. “It’s not that you had sex with someone, it’s that you lied about it, for no good reason.”

“Yeah well-”

“And I’m your best friend, and you used to tell me everything, and I’m supposed to help you when you go through big life moments.” She tosses her arms up in frustration. “And what happened the first time you did it? Who did you talk to about it? Because I know you didn’t call your mam.”

“I didn’t tell anybody.”

“Was he nice to you?”

I hesitate, the ugly memory of his blatant disappointment in me attempting to resurface before I banish it into the depths of my mind again. “Kind of.”

“Why couldn’t you talk to me?” She’s crying again, and I don’t know what to do about it, so I just stand there, paralysed with the knowledge that it’s all my fault, I’ve caused this. I’m making her cry because of the decisions I’ve made, ones I continue to make every day, and still cannot seem to stop making. I wish I was dead. I don’t want to kill myself, but I wish I was dead. 

“Nothing else.” I insist. “Nothing else big, I don’t know. I really did try to tell you everything. I fucked up with the Dean thing, I know that and I really wanted to talk to you about it but I was so afraid that you’d disapprove.”

“So what if I did?”

“Because when you disapprove of him it feels like you disapprove of me, and my choices, and the things I want for myself. You can tell me you don’t like him and you think he’s a freak, but really, it just sounds like you think I have bad taste, and the person I chose is defective.”

“And if he is?”

“Then so am I by association.”

“That’s so not true, Evie.”

“It feels fairly true.”

“There are a lot of people in your life who may have made you feel like shit, your mam, Kelly, Marnie, and even Jude, but you can’t lump me in with them. I’ve always been on your side, I’ve always been there for you.”

“Claire, I can’t help feeling this way, it’s just how it’s always been.”

“Haven’t you ever thought about talking to someone about it?”

“What, like a therapist?”

“Yeah.”

“No, my parents would never support that.”

“There’s nothing wrong with getting help, it’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

“Tell that to them.”

She sighs heavily and shakes her head, and I know that I’ve just annoyed her, that she’s had enough. She doesn’t want to be trapped in this awful conversation with me. “If you won’t go and talk to a therapist then I don’t know what to say to you. I understand that you feel like something is broken in you, and you’re hurting at the moment but it’s really not fair to take that out on the people that truly care about you, like, for us to have to sit here and watch you go through it while you do nothing to help yourself.”

“I’m fine, Claire. I’m really not going through anything, I just made a mistake. I should have told you about Dean, and I’m sorry. I can’t explain why I didn’t tell you, I wish I understood it myself.” 

Her expression breaks my heart, it’s like total resignation, exhaustion, the face of a girl who is tired of being worried, worn thin. “Okay well, like I tried to explain to you, it’s not really about Dean but…” Another sigh. “I just… I think I just need to go to my room now.”

She starts getting up and I watch her, head buzzing with confusion. “Wait, have we finished talking about this? What about dinner?”

“I’ll go without it, if that’s okay. You’re just really hard to be around at the minute.”

I watch her as she walks towards the stairs and feel this surge of panic, as though I’m watching her slip through my fingers like sand. “Claire…” I say helplessly, and seeming to understand what I mean she looks at me once again. “I still love you.” She clarifies. “You’re still my best friend, but I need to be alone. We can talk again when I get back from Cyprus.”

“In a month?”

“Yeah. I think I could use some space, if that’s okay.”

It’s not. I’m not. “Yeah of course, I can respect that.”

She nods at me and then goes upstairs and disappears from sight, and I just stand there and listen to her leaving, fixed to the spot accompanied only by the hum of the fridge, the methodical ticking of a clock, and the slow drip of melting ice inside the bags on the floor. 

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[moon-blanket]

Oh my god it's Part Two time i'm so scared but we're doing this we're doing this.

Thirty-ish minutes this time. I can handle this lmao !

William ordered Porter here, and it's the Only reason why he's here WILLINGLY. But it's good that Porter admits that he was giving Both of them an alibi. Hopefully he tells Vincent what the Fuck is going on though !

Oh my god no way it's a game of Clue right now

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SWEETHEART IS OKAY !!!!!! THANK GOD DUDE. Milo's worry makes me want to crumble dude i'm- RAAAH.

They got pushed out of the room ? Well that's good. But scary !! What !!!

Damn, more confirmation that CloseKnit had something to do with the Inversion. Sick and fucking Twisted !!!!!!!!

David's worry for Sweetheart WOOOOOO !!!!!!! Love to hear it. That's family right there !!

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ASHER GET HIS ASS !!!!! LET'S GO !!!!!!! PUSHED HIM UP AGAINST A WALL ?????

Hearing Ash pissed off like this !!!! is doing something to me !!!!! He's stepping up !!!!!! Real Beta shit right here !!!!!!!

Porter using Sweetheart for getting the Department an In to start taking down the dominos that lead to CloseKnit is incredibly smart, but of course Incredibly risky-- being the case that Sweetheart didn't get any "useful" information and potentially put their life on the line for it.

Valid arguments from both sides. Porter is smarter than he let on.

HE WAS THERE TOO ? HE CAUSED THE COMMOTION THAT GAVE THEM THE OUT ? PUSHED THEM OUT OF THE ROOM ? HOW POWERFUL IS THIS DUDE.

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OOoooh, Sanguis Primus. How interesting. It's how Quinn got busted i suppose. This is all interesting to hear how it goes down.

Asher asking Milo if they get a vote was very funny. I replayed it for a good two minutes LMAO.

Fuck it up Monarch Baz !!!! Detective it up !! I can't tell the difference between Alexis and Baz other than the cadences of their voices.

DAMN ALEXIS !!!! eating this mf Prince up !!!!!!

And yeah !!! Where the fuck is William !!! What is happening with him !!!!!!

NOT THEM BRINGING UP ADAM !!!!!!!!! YO LEAVE LOVELY OUT OF THIS !! Porter coming to the defense about it is very heartwarming :)

AND HE'S POPPING OFF DEFENDING THE SOLAIRE NAME !!!!!!!!! WOOOOOO !!!!! Hey Porter I'm sat about it, I'm on my knees .. .... hey uh hi uh are you Single hey uh hi !!!!!!!!!! wow !!!!!!!!!!

DEMON "BLOOD" KNIFE ??? Works as vampire poison ???? An equalizer ?? Rare as fuck to obtain ??? Horrible Half-Life ??? Well that's not highly suspicious at all. I wonder who it could be

DAMN EVERYONE GET CHRIS'S ASS !!!!! Oh he's definitely guilty he Has to be.

YEAH MILO YOU TELL HIM !!!!!! Calling Milo a dog in return and talking about a leash is fucking Crazy !!!!!!!!! Thank you Baz for having his back (even though you called Asher a "pup") !!!!!!

No trace of Sweetheart in the room during the murder :') that's nice to hear.

YEAAAAAAAAH THEY GOT HIM-- WHAT.. . . . THEY JUST KILLED HIM LIKE THAT ? Okay ! Sure ! Vampire Justice... hooray !!!

"The House of Bennett just lost the game." actually goes hard as fuck.

I'm glad that the murder got Some kind of ending and justice, sure. But I feel as though there are several other strings still being pulled in all of this.

Oh man poor Vincent and Lovely :( Lovely's past trauma getting dragged up in front of guests like it's nothing. Both of their "first" real shows in vampire political business goes down in metaphorical flames. They're about to learn some heavy truths that have been hidden from Vincent for So Long.... and the night isn't even halfway over. Surely nothing else could Possibly happen. Right ?

William, what are you hiding ?

[mr-laveau]

20 Questions for Fic Writers Game

Tagged by a darling, @autisticempathydaemon! Thanks for the tag!

Tagging @agentplutonium because I wanna pull some SH style interrogative shenanigans/lh

1 - How many works do you have on AO3?

Seventeen, not a lot but it's to be expected somewhat I suppose since I'm busy writing NeXus.

2 - What's your total AO3 word count?

64,509-Oh look I beat Lexi/j/pos

3 - What fandoms do you write for?

Redacted mostly, I have some unreleased Castle Audios fics, an unfinished JJBA SDC fic to finish and a Scott Pilgrim fic to start.

4 - What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

#1 is an Ironpanther Marvel Fic of Avenger's Academy I have not touched in forever called "How Tony Stark landed a king and how T'Challa landed a genius". It was fun tho cuz my hc of T'Challa being demisexual was really well received to my knowledge. #2 is "Spitfire", which admittedly is a good FL/Damien fic and people should read it. #3 is "Ghost of the Past", my Sam/SH fic where they both used to be roommates in DUMP. #4 is "Friends...Am I right?" which was a really fun Darlin/Sam & BE+Fred fic. Finally, #5 is "Moments That Flash By" which is a really good Darlin/David fic for my soul.

5 - Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I do respond when I remember...ADHD makes me do silly silly things like forget that stuff exists. I like comments and they let me know I'm doing s good job.

6 - What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Easy! "Shattered Glass Makes a Good Weapon" Gods, I love that fic so much. It was really fun for me to reach deep down and write Darlin and Quinn like that.

7 -What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

uhhhhhhh I dunno, probably a Marvel fic called "Crossing Buckies and Dotting Hawkeyes", I am a winterhawk girlie and I had fun writing that, others might think it's "Spitfire" or "Break time, Gorgeous" but subjectively, it's that fic.

8 - Do you get hate on fics?

If I have then I haven't seen it. I don't really engage much with fandom to care about hate comments because "haha, look at you getting mad over words about fictional characters kissing", like shut your goofy ass and move on.

9 - Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I have but I'm not releasing it. I don't feel compelled to do it-mostly cuz it's for me and I like toying with the idea in my head and the people of my current fandom are not ready for the depravity I could unleash.

10 - Do you write crossovers?

No? I have ideated one but I'm still not sure if I want to do it.

11 - Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Nope.

12 - Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nuh uh.

13 - Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Uhhhh no but I have ideated with Lexi about one and I have been too busy to finish the first chapter.

14 - What's your all time favorite ship?

My redactedsona/redacted men What? who said that? It's Darlin/Sam/David/Angel/Damien/Asher/Baaabe/SH/Milo. It's my ship and yes, they're all poly, yes, they're a network and yes, I am happy with myself.

15 - What's a WIP that you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

"Platinum Portrait", It was an old JJBA fic with my OC/Jotaro and I really liked how it was going. Dunno, we'll see how it goes.

16 - What are your writing strengths?

I'm good at dialogue and characterization as well as pacing(?).

17 - What are your writing weaknesses?

Gore, writing long fics, Dead Dove Do Not Eats (I wanna do those at some point with Quinn or Hush OR Porter OR OR OR Imperium Vincent) I like dark shit, idk what to tell y'all and I wanna get better at exploring darker topics properly in my writing.

18 - Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Gods, I love doing it. If you've read "Break Time, Gorgeous" then I want you to know, I love you and it was fun as hell to write.

19 - First fandom you wrote for?

Marvel. Specifically it was my Ironpanther fic.

20 - Favorite fic you've written?

An unreleased Sam/Darlin smut fic where they fuck in an alleyway. I think it's fun.

[autisticempathydaemon]

hihi im here for the redacted matches thing, if its still open :)

What song are you fixated on at the moment? What lyric or verse, and why? “Perhaps Vampires Is A Bit Strong But…” by Arctic Monkeys! ive always loved indie rock music, and this song in particular just scratches that musical itch in my brain

What is your Enneagram type? Type 2, The Helper

Do you love gargantuan Youtube video essays, and if so, which is your favorite and why? nooo they’re too long :(

Tell me about your childhood imaginary friend. i was supposed to have a childhood imaginary friend? nah fam i played with calico critters all day, i dont think i ever had a childhood imaginary friend

What is your go-to way to fall asleep? usually just listening to comforting audios, or taking melatonin 

If you had to change your name, what would it be, and why? (In tandem, if you have changed your name, why did you pick that one?) it sounds cool as hell, and if the person i stole it from isn’t using it anymore, imma yoink that shit and claim it as my own

What is your favorite of Redacted’s audios, and why? "Your Boyfriend's a Flirty Vampire Prince and ALSO a Cheeky Dork". heart eyes at Vincent rn

What Redacted boy holds no appeal to you, and why? Like, not the one you hate but the one who you don’t get the hype for. (I won’t judge, I promise.) Yandere!Ivan and Regulus who genuinely makes me uncomfortable, i only ever listened to Yandere!Ivan for lore reasons and i have refused to even go near Regulus bc that mf is CREEPY. i dont get the hype for either of them really

Tell me about that one book/movie/tv show you know all the words to. OOOH okay SO theres this book called Just Ash by Sol Santana, and the main character is intersex!! ive only ever once seen an intersex character in a piece of media, and that was 7 years ago. Just Ash kinda details the struggles that some intersex people can go through, and i learned a lot because of it (i didnt even know that salt wasting was a thing before reading this book). Just Ash also inspired me to start doing research on disabilities that arent as well-known throughout the world, such as scoliosis or ostomy.

Which Redacted boy are you platonically attracted to? Like- forget dating, which dude do you want to be your best friend? Huxley. i need some good hugs in my life man. and Porter for queer reasons (that man is GAY you cannot tell me otherwise — plus you already know that he has some great sarcasm with the whole gag reflex quip)

Do you have a go-to thing you ramble about when you’re tired, and if so, what is it? (For example, my boyfriend knows I’m ready to sleep when I start talking about space.) when im low on energy, i either go nonverbal or start saying random silly things

Tell me your go-to gas station and drink combo. despite being white, i have never had the classic white experience of visiting a gas station and terrorizing the cashier with my friends. i dont have a specific gas station that i like, but i looove the cherry slurpee omg that shit goes hard

Tell me about your favorite playlist at the moment. i have ceremoniously named it ♥️ good shit ♥️ because it has good shit in it (imo). Arctic Monkeys, Laufey, Mitski, Lovejoy, The Orion Experience — basically any indie rock band/soft-voiced sad girl that goes hard

What’s your guilty pleasure media, and why? boyfriend asmr that surpasses asmr because its chocked full of lore and likable characters and world building and

And whatever else you think tells me about who you are! i loveloveLOVE pink omg best color ever fr. also. i eat lore for breakfast, literally my favorite thing ever. i will listen as you info dump about those silly little characters that run around in your head. im also autistic btw if that counts for anything 👍

(ive done this before, but i dont think it sent last time 😭)

Oh, this is easy peasy lemon squeezy. If you’re an autistic person with a love of lore and stories, there’s no better match for you than Guy, our resident storyteller!

One, we love an A4A relationship, and Guy has got to be the dictionary picture of an AuDHD dude, you know? Two, Type Two’s are characterized as being friendly, giving people who want to love and be loved, and Guy would be a good match for you because he is just so loving, so affectionate. I also love him for you because Guy is kind of as far from a yandere as I can imagine, and that feels right.

The more I think about it, the more I realize just how much fun you and Guy would have. He, of the Redacted bois, strikes me as the most likely to listen to Redacted, so couldn’t you just imagine it being a shared special interest between the two of you? You could listen to early access together and scream about it on tumblr, because let’s be real, Guy 100% has a tumblr. He’d also adopt popular lines and the Redacted ringtone as vocal stims, and I can imagine you finding that charming and funny because it would be.

Song:

Every time I think of you/ I feel shot right through with a bolt of blue/ It's no problem of mine, but it's a problem I find/ Livin' a life that I can't leave behind/ There's no sense in telling me/ The wisdom of the fool won't set you free/ But that's the way that it goes and it's what nobody knows/ Well, every day my confusion grows

I’m not gonna lie- I don’t super know what this song means, and neither would Guy. I do know that it’s fun, it’s a love song, it’s indie rock, and it’s a classic. This strikes me as the type of song that Guy knows all the words and can perform without a second thought, thus he loves turning it up and singing it at you whenever it comes on in the car.

Runner-Ups:

David is a runner-up for you because I love A4A pairings, and David is my favorite Redacted boi to headcanon as autistic after Guy. However, I do prefer Camelopardalis as a runner up; he’s not autistic, but I think his nature is more outwardly effusive and affectionate than David’s which would be better for a Type Two.

note: thank you for waiting~ you did send this before, and it came through; it just took me some time to get through the entries before you 💛

Read this post and send me an ask if you’d like a match-up of your own! 💌

[anonymousredactedconfessions]

The person hating on Porter so viscerally and then comparing the lack of hate he receives and the wildfire of hate for Alexis, as if we weren’t supposed to hate on the literal abuser… bad look.

I think it also goes to show you haven’t been paying attention to the hierarchy that’s been set up for us, nor the character you’re talking about. Vincent isn’t violent until violence is called for (saving Lovely from literal torture and to-be-death). He wouldn’t have ‘torn some of Porter’s limbs’ because he’s not sadistic and malevolent. He is someone who is being preened to become a figurehead of a well known vampire family. If he shows himself to be too hot headed, too quick to anger? Not only would he be completely contrasting his character, he would be showing the entire vampire world that he isn’t anywhere near ready to lead. He would be taken less seriously than he already is.

Now, an argument could be made that it’s not what he wants. Vincent doesn’t want to be a King. He doesn’t want to hold all that responsibility. But he also has been shown to be very loyal to William. Very eager to make William happy, and proud. He isn’t subservient but he’s less likely to question William’s decisions. He wants to stay in William’s good graces.

So being needlessly violent goes against Vincent’s morals, ethics, and goals. Sure, he doesn’t get along with Porter, but a punch-on is the MOST you’re going to get from Porter and Vincent, considering their conflict and how (frankly) mild it is. Because it is, their conflict and their fighting is nothing, NOTHING as compared to other conflicts we’ve seen (Alexis-Sam, Quinn-Darlin, etc.) which all feature themes of abuse, and breaking from these cycles (though my thoughts on Alexis-Sam has been made QUITE clear). Vincent is the bigger person in these situations because he is literally, THE bigger person. The one that is being set up to take over. That’s why the summit fell to him. Political warfare doesn’t allow much room for blatant violent and unchecked emotions.

Also, saying Porter is poorly accented is just so weird and definitely not as much of a slight on Porter as it is Erik himself. Porter may have a stranger combination accent than most (he is 100% a mix of European and Australian, from experience) but he’s not poorly accented. In fact, the enunciation on some of the words is done so well in Australian, in a way that is hard to come by. The dialect of European is one that doesn’t contradict the Australian counterpart but rather compliments it. If it was a shit accent, I’d say otherwise. But it isn’t.

I am happy to go more into detail because I love dissecting characters and the building of them, but let’s wrap this one up by saying - yes. You can be annoyed at Porter, and you can think he deserves to die or whatever, your opinions are your own. But to think that’s something Vincent should do is character assassination at it’s finest, and would only be a terribly confusing plot line for Vincent to enact and follow.

-😈❤️‍🔥

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[thisismehappy]

Random SVU Sheila Porter headcanon that I felt the need to post in other people's comment sections.

Recap:

Oh hey I don't know of a fic but headcanon time! Liv's at the mall with Elliot, Noah, Maureen and her kids. Buyers choice but I think EO are together and Elliot set up this little kid date bc he's a big old softy and wants the kids to know each other I think they probably did laser tag and Elliot played with the kids but Liv and Mo sat out bc Mo didn't want to and Liv has the bad ankle plus she gets enough of that stuff at work. It's like a week before Noah's birthday Just for context lol.

After the laser tag, EO wander off for a minute bc idk they have some flirty nonsense to get up to. Mo's walking down to the jungle gym with the kids (yes there's a jungle gym in the mall. It's a very cool one too) when Noah yells out "Grandma!" (In this reality Sheila's out of the psych ward and they've had some heavily supervised contact.) Mo's confused bc who is this lady? And why is she like the same age as Liv? But Noah's happy to see her so +

The rest below the cut lol. @rahleeyah here's your lesson to never encourage me to do this. 😘

And now the continuation:

So Mo stops and lets Noah say hi. The woman comes up and gives him a big smile and hug and introduces herself to Mo as Sheila Porter. "Porter?" Mo thinks "hmm…". Sheila's attention doesn't stray from Noah for long and she tells him she was just out shopping for his birthday even though she wasn't going to be able to see him until a while after but this is perfect bc she can give him his presents right now. She has a slightly excessive amount of too expensive presents that make Mo a little uncomfortable on Liv's behalf. She's never been captain of the Olivia fan club, but this is a LOT.

Mo's boys ran themselves over to the jungle gym which is within eyesight so it's just Mo standing there watching this lady fawn over Noah fawning over his presents when she hears Liv's somewhat feral voice boom out "What are you doing Sheila?"

Sheila's a little chagrined and shrugs and says "Sorry, I didn't know you were here and he saw me first," and a little under her breath, but not enough, "What was I supposed to do? Just walk away?"

"Yes. Sheila. That's exactly what you were supposed to do." Olivia says none too politely. Elliot's just as confused as Mo is but he's ready to take this lady out of need be, just based on Liv's whole vibe.

"It's okay Mom look!" Noah waves some of his expensive crap in the air, "She gave me my birthday presents early!"

Liv cocks an eyebrow at Sheila and Sheila just shrugs again. "I just wanted to make it special. Nine is an important year in a boy's life."

"Can Grandma Sheila come to my birthday party?" Noah asks obliviously.

"We'll talk about it later, Noah," Liv responds through clenched teeth "Say goodbye to Grandma Sheila. She has to go now."

Noah hugs Grandma Sheila and she holds on a little too long and a little too tight and after she *finally* let's go, she just kinda hovers, not leaving.

Olivia finally tells Noah to go on and play with the boys, but as he turns to leave she grabs Elliot's forearm and says quietly, "Go with him and don't let him out of your sight for one second. Don't even blink."

Elliot immediately jumps into action and starts to follow Noah over to the jungle gym, but his gate falters as he goes bc he's not too far away to hear Sheila say, "Come on Olivia, you know I'd never do that again." Even before that Mo knows from experience that it would have taken a swat team to get to that kid, but now Elliot looks like he's fighting the urge to pick up Noah and tuck him under his arms like a football and get him the hell out of there.

Once they're out of earshot, Liv abandons all pretense."Look Sheila, what you just did here is not okay. I could have you arrested for this. How do you think that would make Noah feel?"

"Olivia, that boy is my blood. I know you don't know what that's like, but you can't just keep him away from me," Sheila's gloves are off too.

"Leave now Sheila or you're leaving in a squad car," Liv's not bluffing and Sheila can see that too. She holds up her hands in mock surrender and turns and leaves.

"Olivia I'm so sorry, I had no idea she wasn't supposed to be near him," Mo's aghast. As a mother, she doesn't need to know the specifics of what this woman did to know that if it had been her she would have lost her fucking mind walking into that.

Liv touches her arm "It's okay sweetheart, it just never occurred to me that she would be here. She's not even from this area." Liv reassures her even as she is mentally calculating the odds.

They quickly make their way over to Elliot and make a pretty hasty exit from the mall after Liv reveals just one little bit of the Sheila saga: Sheila kidnapped Noah from a shopping mall when he was four years old. She might tell them more later after they're safely settled at Mo's house. Sheila's definitely not coming to the birthday party.

P.S. Turns out at their last supervised visit Noah told Sheila about the plans at the mall with the laser tag and the jungle gym. He doesn't even know the name of the mall or where they even are really so he couldn't have been specific. Did she scope out all of the malls in the area until she found one that matched the description? If so, why exactly? LMAO

Okay way too much but there you go LMAO.

[motownfiction]

blue jay

Every time Sam and Sadie’s Uncle Roy visits, Will feels a little bit of dread in the pit of his stomach. It’s not that he doesn’t like Roy. Everybody likes Roy. He’s funny and smart and so much nicer than his sister, Mrs. Doyle, who gets mad if Sam has a song stuck in his head for “too long.” Roy writes stories for a living, he knows more music than Sam and Mr. Doyle combined, and Lucy thinks he’s the best looking guy she’s ever seen in real life.

How is a kid like Will supposed to compete with that?

Most days, Will feels like he fits in pretty well with the rest of his friends. Like they listen to him, like they want him there, like they think he’s a pretty cool guy. But when Roy comes around, it’s like he’s invisible to all of them. Like they speak a different language that Will couldn’t learn even if he tried.

He and Sam sing this particularly annoying song to each other in the car all the time. It’s what they’re doing right now, when Will rides in the backseat on their way to Dairy Queen.

Be like the blue bird and sing … tweet, tweet, tra-la-la-la-la-la!

Apparently, it was Uncle Roy’s big solos in one of the musicals he did back in high school. Sam thinks it’s the funniest song in the world, even now, at twelve, when he’s probably a little too old for it. Sam is never too old for anything. Neither, it seems, is Roy.

Will stopped believing in Santa Claus before he was even three. There was too much evidence in front of him to keep it going, to keep it young. Even his chocolate cone from Dairy Queen feels too young for him. Sam might only be twelve, but Will is already twelve. He’s smart enough to know the difference.

Just not smart enough to keep up with Sam and Uncle Roy.

On their way back to the Doyles’ house, Will asks a question.

“What’s the deal with that song, again?” he asks. “Who’s it by?”

“Which song?” Roy asks.

“Yeah, we talk about a lot,” Sam says, almost like he’s trying to rub it in.

“The one you guys always sing. ‘Be like the blue jay’ or whatever.”

Sam and Roy burst out laughing. Will has never really wanted to die before, but right now seems like a very good time. He must look like hell because Roy’s face immediately sobers up. He puts a firm hand on Will’s shoulder, like a grown-up really would.

“‘Be Like the Blue Bird,’” Roy says. “My solo from Anything Goes, back in high school. Mags likes to torture me with it. I guess I was kind of a nerd. Anyway, it’s by Cole Porter. Really famous and funny composer from the 20s and 30s.”

“You know, like ‘I Get a Kick out of You,’” Sam says. “Sinatra did it, too.”

Will nods. Sinatra, he knows. Daniel’s mom is almost always listening to Sinatra. What does his mom listen to? A little Connie Francis, a little Hank Williams, but never a lot. Lucy’s parents listen to Elvis and Ray Charles and that guy with the fun name, Bo Diddley. They listen to it a lot. Will doesn’t really know where he’s going with that, only that it feels like somewhere.

Roy gets a look in his eye. He snaps his fingers and points toward the Doyles’ record collection. They have about everything you can think of, like a store or something. Will has never really been jealous of it until today, when he knows – knows! – it’s the thing keeping him from being more like Roy Brady, the coolest guy his friends have ever known.

“Will, you’re kind of a genius, man,” Roy says. “You wanna hear a real song? A real blue jay song? I’ve got a good one. Sammy, can you grab …?”

But Sam is already careening toward the turntable with a familiar-looking yellow record.

“I knew it!” Sam says. “I knew it before you even said it!”

“Good for you,” Roy says. “Now, can you put it on so that Will can know it, too?”

He looks at Will like he understands, and for a moment, Will understands why everyone likes Roy so much. He’s like Sam. He understands everyone.

Sam puts the needle on the record, and Will listens to the song. It’s a Beatles song, one he thinks he’s heard before, one from around the time he was born, probably. But it doesn’t sound like The Beatles – not the same Beatles that his mother kind of tolerates, that is. This is … something. Not bad. Not as simple as good, either. It kind of reminds him of water. Really, really thick water.

Soon will be the break of day / sitting here in Blue Jay Way …

Will nods along with it. He’s not sure if he likes the song that much, but that doesn’t matter. The whole time it’s playing, he feels like this is where he’s supposed to be.

He has a feeling he won’t have to dread Roy’s visits anymore.

(part of @nosebleedclub january challenge -- day 14!)

[msfbgraves]

So…Daniel went into Heat immediately after he and Terry ‘made up’. Obviously, things aren’t perfect between them yet but…my question is this: 

when an omega goes into Heat, there is a desperate desire to have sex. Considering the rape that took place that caused all of this misery, would something like this alleviate the fear that Daniel might feel being intimate with Terry again? After all, Daniel was still flinching when Terry merely held his hand, and now he’s going to have sex with him. That’s a huge jump. Would going into a Heat help the intimacy, rather than hinder intimacy? Because Daniel will want it so bad, it’ll block/numb any other fears he would have otherwise.

I suppose in this case, this Heat was the best thing that could have happened. Otherwise I don’t think Daniel would’ve jumped into bed with Terry so eagerly and with least resistance. Even with their sweet scene at Michael’s wedding, I am not sure Danny would have been ready to engage in the same thing with Terry that broke his heart. 

One last question: what was the song that Terry played/sung at the wedding? I loved the lyrics :)

The song is called So In Love and is by Cole Porter. It is from 1948, so I am maybe 2 to 3 years early but it's an AU maybe inspiration struck a little sooner.

On the one hand, yes, Daniel can still feel the assault in his body, but he also misses Terry's loving touch. He already seeks Terry out in his sleep before and cuddles in when Terry protects him (or thinks that what he's doing).

And the fact Daniel goes into heat also means that a lot of intimacy feels good between them. Had he not, yes, the seeking each other out again would have been far more drawn out, though it would still have happened. If Daniel won't kill Terry and Terry wouldn't ever give Danny up - something he re-established yet again with that song - this is the only other choice. And by now they also have years of a good marriage between them.

It isn't all OK. It's taken a huge toll on Daniel, on the pups, and through his own stupid fault on Terry. They'll have to figure it out. Terry will have to create a real place among the LaRussos. Daniel (and we see him do this after Anthony's birth) will have to get involved in business a bit more. They'll have to talk more (something Terry is now less likely to shut down because he knows how terrible it is to have Daniel truly upset with him).

Daniel is very fragile during Anthony's pregnancy, if he is over the moon to have his home and his puppies and yes, his mate too - because he did miss him. And Anthony is a very, very happy puppy so that is a great joy as is not missing any more of Gianni's time. It seems like business as usual a lot but it takes a good while for Daniel and Terry's ease to come back - though by then their bond has intensified, too. Michael also keeps a closer eye on him, and Daniel accompanies Apollonia to a few omega spaces, though it turns out the girl doesn't really need it as she is a force to be reckoned with - she can out-Italian anyone but Lucille and Lisa! Soon she takes over Daniel's house from time to time, because his pups are getting too American, and she's the only one who, later, can get Anthony to behave with just one word. But it's mostly so Daniel can get back to himself, she's not forgotten how upset he was.

[t4tozier]

boredom cure coming through via me requesting any thoughts you have on starbreaker, specifically what are your takes on their like. wild ass personality quirks they each unlock about the other after a certain period of time. if that makes sense.

(also, unrelated, but I'm watching succession right now, currently halfway through season 2, and fully understanding so many more of the posts I've seen about it. oh boy it sure is a SHOW.)

WOOO another succer enters the villa. you and my mom are watching at the same time you should text each other <3 feel free to pop in my asks or dms at any point w additional thoughts.

okay yes this does make sense. i’ll do more canon adjacent in a sec but first you get a got it bad fact that you didn’t ask for because she’s on my mind <3 semi related because jace doesn’t find this out until he starts sleeping over. porter has night terrors and sleepwalks. jace screams so loud it actually wakes porter up the first time he opens his eyes in the middle of the night to see porter standing over him with a dead-eyed stare. fun fact chap 5 was supposed to have an extra scene with maverick laying on porter’s chest to ground him and keep him from getting up in the middle of the night but i forgot while i was writing it because the park scene ended up being the main focus and by the time i remembered about it i had already posted it. sad.

okay canon-ish quirks. hm thinking thinking. porter’s incredibly anal (ha) about where his shit goes. like he’s got one side of the bathroom counter and jace has one side. jace has his section of the closet (his is bigger since porter just wears gym clothes 95% of the time) but his clothes better not start getting mixed up with porter’s shit. jace can be a little…absentminded about where he puts stuff down. he’s very much an “controlled chaos” kind of guy. it drives porter crazy.

i’ve def said this before so i’ll give you two jace ones but he listens to true crime podcasts to go to sleep. idk if this is a quirk per se but he listens to them out loud because earbuds hurt his ears if he’s laying on them all night. which means porter has to lay in bed next to him at night, wide awake for at least an hour after he falls asleep, listening to solace’s most gruesome crimes covered by a girl with an annoying voice. he starts putting jace’s fantasy spotify on a timer because jace is out like a fucking light within 5 or so minutes of getting into bed.

a quirk of jace’s that porter actually finds oddly endearing is that he has an app where he keeps track of all his clothes. how much they were. how often he wears it. pictures so he can easily create fits. now porter appreciates a simple wardrobe. but part of that is bc he can’t be bothered to come up with outfits every day. it’s just easier to throw on some form of plain t shirt and gym shorts or joggers. but he knows jace prides himself on his appearance and fashion sense, and at the same time gets overwhelmed when he has too many options. so even though jace has a massive closet, so big that he needs an app to even remember everything he owns, porter thinks it’s kind of cute and funny that of course this is the one thing he can always count on jace to have organized.

[wizardofpalmsprings]

I truly do think some people need to take a step back and remember that the D&D improv show is not as deep as you think it is. D&D is a very in the moment thing and yes, these actual plays have a lot going on behind the scenes to help them function as a show and as an entity but it is, at its core, a recording of someone’s D&D game. While the beliefs of the creatives at the table DO bleed into the worlds created in the dome, it is in no way (as with any media) a direct reflection of the people at the table’s actual beliefs.

To compare the pantheon of D&D game directly to modern Christianity is a false equivalence. It’s stated within the show that the gods are directly affected by their worshippers which is the closest thing to Christianity we see in the show. People have taken the words and teachings of the actual real life bible and twisted it for their own means. The closest we have to this in the world of Spyre is the church of Helio/Sol and how that church reacts to the world.

And then there’s Kipperlily. I think people forget that Kipperlily is Brennan’s old PC from an old game and was likely retrofitted into the campaign. We don’t know to what degree her story was altered, but as is evident by the picture of her drawn by Nate Stevenson (bottom of the page, in the trivia section), she was still a type A rogue. Her being the daughter of a realtor could also be a holdover from the old game- again, we just don’t know.

And not on to something I really think people are forgetting: ✨RED HERRINGS✨

Red Herrings are sooooooooo common in media. The Scooby Doo cartoon where they are all kids literally had a character named “Red Herring” and he would appear when they called out Red Herrings. A red herring is supposed to throw you off your tracks - a bait and switch, a misdirect. Working in escapes rooms, we have these everywhere and people are CONVINCED they MUST do something with a certain item in order to finish the room. If they get stuck on it, they eventually will run out of time and that’s that. A red herring is meant to distract you, it’s meant to lead us the audience, and this case the players, off the right track. It might not be anything but also similar to how Porter wasn’t anything at the beginning and became something (a red herring in his own right), we have no way of knowing what is being set up for an eventual senior year.

Basically what I’m getting at is that it’s okay to have disliked the season, it’s okay to not have jived with it but the arguments I’m seeing for WHY it was bad are reading into something and forgetting about the very nature of D&D, Improv, and a very common story telling principle. Some of y’all have gotten wayyyyy too in the weeds about this. I have to wonder what y’all would think about what people tell you goes on at their private D&D tables