#YEARS LATER

[ratfink-kryptonite]

[2jihiir0]

Steve and Eddie’s bedroom ten years into the future !

They keep their home full of love and happy things ♥️✨

[inter-st]

The intimacy of being understood just by him.

If you think about it:

All around them was just... Surreal.

The vicious and delicate fond gestures, the famished and devoutness glances intricate till the core. Even that intangible atmosphere surrounded created to keep them in their own world.

Was really surreal, but meant to exist.

[green-keys-3]

So I just watched the Sherlock pilot again after a few years, and it's given me some thoughts. First of all, Sherlock is really really extra. Also, he doesn't come across as cold and unfeeling as he thinks. He really tries to appear cool, and to impress John. He makes a few guesses instead of deductions to this effect.

Also from the Angelo's scene, Sherlock is clearly into men and not opposed to dating men, in this example men being John, and turns John down because he doesn't want to date, not because John is a man or because he isn't into him. He reads the room and thinks John is flirting with him, or at least into him, John says it's not the case. However when he says "unattached, like me, good" seriously John why would you say that to your platonic flatmate, and why say it like that? That's at least a little bit gay. And then there's the "it's all fine" and asking specifically bf when Sherlock says women are not really his area. The whole conversation reads like John is into Sherlock and has an avoidant attachment style or something when he turns him down. It also reads like internalised homophobia a little bit on John's part.

It was interesting to go back to the episode again after some time. They really click from the beginning and seem to understand one another really fast.

Also worth mentioning about John is he refuses to be paid to deliver info about Sherlock to someone, while he barely knows Sherlock anyway, and above all, he flat out shoots a man dead that he perceives as a threat to Sherlock (rightly so I'd say, but still), while he still barely knows Sherlock! If anything that can't be called normal platonic flatmate stuff. That's some kind of soulmate shit, at least.

And while I know the showrunners didn't intend it to come out like this, it's definitely there in the text, there's not even a need to look very deeply in it. It's barely subtext at this point, and it's only the pilot. I can't fault all of us for getting so caught up in Johnlock, but I have had time to emotionally distanced myself from it now.

[bloodurged]

lucanismancer rook bullying viago into the polycule by telling him about how lucanis praises him in battle and asks rook to let himself be poached into house dellamorte. his end goal is, of course, not to seduce viago (he has done this already), but rather to unfumble him for lucanis.

[jtl-fics]

I am utterly and completely convinced that Kevin, fresh out of the Nest, was given his 02 Palmetto State Fox uniform. He can't wear it yet officially but he has it and he uses it as inspiration. Works out in it for his PT to hype himself up about being able to wear it to official games.

He is then met with the reality that there is no one coming to do his laundry like there was in the nest. He thinks 'Well... hot sanitizes right?" and proceeds to use both warm water and high heat to the point that even the Cotton Synthetic Fiber jersey shrinks to unwearable levels.

Kevin is now faced with the option of going up to Coach Wymack (his secret dad) and admitting his mistake or this is what he has to work with. He tries it on and the crop-top booty shorts combo has Nicky hollering, Andrew staring and Kevin deciding to just admit his mistake and then talk to Abby about how to wash them properly.

[incorrect3rachaquotes]

Changbin: And why, every time you leave the room, do you have to mention cereals? Jisung: What the bloody hell are you talking about now? Changbin: Cheerios! Cheerios!

[vernonislays]

Times change

[indefinableship]

2009 | 2023

[sheepstiel]

do you think little sammy picked daisies for dean. do you think little dean put them in a dusted glass on the motel kitchen counter with a little water. and later they pressed one of the daisies in dad's journal, with sammy sitting on top of it for a whole evening while watching cartoons.

[kitsch-s]

what does it sound like

when i tell you i love you

is it something you look forward to?

can you hear me laughing

when you make a crass joke

and the words tumble out

of my traitorous lips

i love you

i love you

can you hear the profession?

do you know how much i really do?

can you hear the way

i hang the stars in the night sky

to watch you smile?

i try not to say it too often,

you know

it rots in my lungs

sticky in my chest

i love you

i love you

i adore you

i admire you

i’m so glad i know you

can you hear that?

can you hear my heart beating for you?

-i’m sorry if i say it too often

[pr1ncessk1tty]

“Women can’t do what men can do.”

“A woman can’t please another woman the way a man can.”

“A woman can’t provide for another woman.”

[neoyorzapoteca]

to anyone who has ever sent me an ask gone unanswered:

a careful, thoughtful attempt at a response is likely languishing among 8000+ drafts

forgive me

[messinwitheddie]

1: What’s it like having a new flesh body, Gir? What were the challenges and new development of all the thing you may not have been able to do as a robot? When did you meet Yeet and how are things with you and her?

2:Poki, Are you doing ok? After Mem died at childbirth, you kinda….blanked out at her funeral. How are the smeets? Did you wanted to say anything to her before her passing?

1. Gir "Hmmmmmm...? It's like... I was rebooted and when I turned back on I found myself stuffed inside a sausage that I can't claw my way out of.

It's neat! I like my sausage skin and meat stuffs. It's cushy and full of surprises. There's a lot of self-maintaining involved though. I don't mind cleaning myself. Cleansing chalk feels nice against my skin. I don't like exercise much though. Muscle building and cardio kinda sucks, but I gotta do it sometimes.

You know... the longer I live in a flesh-drone's body, the less I really remember about being a SIR unit. People have told me stories of things that I did and said when I lived on Urth with Zim, and I'm sure they're not lying to me-- and some stuff I DO remember, but a lot of things I can't. Apparently I ate a human baby once. Dunno why I did that. Poor baby. I'm sorry, baby and baby's mommy... I hope it survived or tasted good at least if it didn't.

In my head, not much feels different. I'm still Gir, just squishier and my body grows in small spurts sometimes. Well, no. Maybe that's not all true. Sausage me is different than metal me. It's hard to explain. Food taste better for sure. Smells are more smelly, which sometimes is good and other times not. Textures feel feelier. I have stronger opinions about smells and textures and flavors now. That's why I'm trying so hard to complete my culinary ops training. Good food makes everything fun and worthwhile. At least, I think so.

The biggest change was learning to be my own master... and learning to use my PAK properly. I still suck at using my PAK legs. If it wasn't mandatory I would never bother to upgrade them.

When I was a SIR unit, Zim was responsible for maintaining me. My programming allowed me to experience some awareness, but ultimately Zim made my decisions and he was responsible for my actions.

When I became an Irken flesh-drone, I became my own master and it's sooooo hard. Zim tried to teach me how to be a good, properly-functioning drone the best he could for a while when I was still a smeet, but I'm not a smeet anymore and Zim wasn't... fully functional himself. Zim took off years ago; he never answers my calls. I gave up trying to reach him a while ago. I'm on my own now. I screw up all the time still, but I keep learning and I think I'm doing better the more I try.

I love being "alive" in the fleshy way. I love my culinary training. I love cooking at Shloogor's. I love my frylord and the crew I work with. I'm trying really reeeeeally hard to make the most of it.

I miss Yeet. We met on Convention when we were cadets. I didn't grow up in the smeetery with most other smeets. I was encoded to start basic culinary ops training under Frylady Soo-Garr's command in her Patisserie, Spleepty-Dee's Sweets. She was supposed to put me through basic holo-visor mitary training too, but she made Zim do it in exchange for a place to hide after he got imperially shunned.

Yeet and I were about 11-years old the first time she ate at Spleepty Dee's. She stopped by the Patisserie with her training squad. I screwed up her order, but she was very nice about letting me fix it for her. Then she became a regular. We made each other laugh all the time. She was my first other-than-Zim best friend.

I haven't spoken to her since she joined the aerial Commando squad. She hasn't returned any of my calls, but she's busy training, so I get it. Last I knew, she was working around the clock to earn a spot on the Tallest's personal security unit...

I DON'T like the way tallest Purple treats Yeet and I don't care if I get a demerit for saying so. I can't understand why she wants to stay close to him or why she considers him a friend, but she does. She doesn't mind how he talks to her like she's hardly nothing. It's not right, but they tell me accepting things not being right is part of being a flesh-drone. She could have been a good invader, but she decided to try to earn a position as one of tallest Purple's bodyguards instead...

As long as she's happy, that's all that matters to me. I think about her a lot. I hope I get to talk to her in person again someday. I wonder if she still thinks about me?

Poki "I guess I did go numb at her funeral. I lashed out at everyine before she died, so I guess going numb was unavoidable. I held Mem while she bled out. Believe me, I was far more emotional then.

Loss and death are experiences I'm used to by now, but losing Mem hit me differently. For us Irkens, mourning and grieving over your fellow fallen soldier isn't encouraged. Now that I'm free to mourn Mem without judgment I... It's hard. I really thought we would live out the rest of our days together. The worst part is, her death is my fault. Sort of.

I didn't expect my body to shift when it did and how it did. She tried to hide the pregnancy for a while. She knew it would be her last one. She didn't want me to blame myself, but I do.

Our smeets are healthy and well-cared for. I started leading them on daily drills and self defense training. They're tough little sqwaks; I'm so proud of them. I still haven't named most of them yet. Mem was better at naming smeets. They started naming themselves; which takes a little pressure off me. If it wasn't for the fact most of them imprinted on me and demand my attention, I would probably still be a zombie. Sometimes I spot little glimpses of her in their eyes and it's comforting. They remind me not all is lost. Not by a long shot.

Mem trusted me to support her and her hive. I'm in pain right now. The sadness is oppressive, but I made a vow and I WILL find the strength to uphold it, for her, for her hive and our swarm.

[Wish I had the time to draw more for this ask. These little sketches don't do it justice.]

[tiredapocalypse]

hiiii! soooo, we're calling to let you know that we got your diagnosis wrong. yh, turns out you don't actually have the amulet's curse??? yh, sorry, it's actually autism. our bad :/