#after hours rambles

[waitingforwinterwinds]

Surprise, not dead!

So here's what's been happening: the day after my last post was a super heavy workload day for me and when I got home, I was kinda busy, and I thought to myself "I'll take a quick five minutes to just jot down some meta on the Ygritte/Jon Snow relationship regarding the sexual abuse, voided consent and the juxtapose of what I think was GRRM's intent versus what he actually wrote" because Rouka's right, that relationship is pretty fucked up in actuality, and that's not something I've been addressing (directly if at all*) in my read throughs for a couple of reasons, but I do kinda want to have a chat about it at some point. ("chat" I mean rambling thought train.)

(*like, to the point I think I've accidentally given an impression that I feel one way rather than another on the matter actually? maybe? That's gonna be awkward if true.)

several distractions, hours and pages later I have an incoherent mess between key points, that clearly needs to be put aside for a few days at the very least and several rounds of editing, so I save it, look over at the clock and think "how the fudge ducking hell is it so far after midnight???"

So naturally I think "it's fiiiiine, I'll do Dany's chapter in the morning and be back on schedule for evening."

More fool me.

The eagle eyed amongst my regulars might be able to tell you I have a weakness against psychic damage.

I'm prone to headaches.

It's actually a little worse than that: I'm genetically predisposed to migraines that send me blind. (Kind of a miracle this hasn't cropped up to this degree before now during the project.)

So I've been working on limited vision the past few days; that's stabilized and I'm back to my normal field of vision, but my brain does still feel incredibly bruised, and like someone's taking a sledgehammer to a pickax lodged in my grey matter if I step too enthusiastically.

I'm hoping to be back to the read through tomorrow, but we'll have to see.

The meta piece, if I end up deciding to go ahead with that one, will probably be a few days after Ygritte dies (omg spoilers) and if it does happen, after speaking with their agents, Steel Chair has agreed to be on hand for a special guest appearance.

And no, the fandom is not allowed to weaponise feminism on this one. (I've been in the female character tags, I know some of y'all will take any excuse whether you actually like a lady or not.)

Anyway, painkillers, hydration, and bed for me.

Goodnight~

[neigepomme]

cw // NSFW. caleb loves when you control him.

caleb's a big man — in more ways than one. however, when he's near you? just an oversized ragdoll for you to manhandle as you please.

the first time he realized that, you were pointing at something for him to see. unfortunately, his attention was on something else, and after losing your patience, you tug at his necklace for him to lean down.

poor guy almost came on the spot. the action wasn't even remotely sexual, but the fact that you felt comfortable enough to boss him around, control him? oh that did caleb in.

somehow, you also caught on. his nervous smile and red ears were telltale signs that he was impacted, and boy, it was bound to be lots of fun for you.

so you tried it out more often. just some inconspicuous stuff to gauge his reactions! no harm in discovery, right?

when he was leaving for work, you'd roughly grab his face with one hand and bring him down to your level to press a kiss on his puckered lips. 

“have a lovely day at work, baby. go get 'em colonel!”

you spoke with the sweetest tone you could muster, and caleb's flushed face and lovestruck smile was a delight to see so early in the morning. wishing you a good day as well, he heads over to the fleet — only to find out he has a hard-on. caleb deals with it in his office, before heading out to train the cadets (who realize their ever so scary colonel is capable of sporting a smile).

the next instance was when you two were out and about in a supermarket, picking out the ingredients for hot pot tonight. you stare at caleb when an older gentleman heads your way with his cart, wobbling around — and a mischievous idea quickly forms in your head. you quickly tug caleb's arm, pressing his body against yours when you flash him a smile, “oops. a cart was headed your way. ”

the pilot can't maintain eye contact, his pants suddenly feeling way tighter than usual. you were going to be the death of him if you kept going, but caleb would be lying if he said that dying to your hands wasn't the best way to go.

the time that cemented it in both of your minds, though, was when you were straddling his lap and making out with him on the living room couch. caleb was taking over your mouth, kissing you like a starved man, and you desperately needed to catch your breath — so you tugged on his hair, hard, in order to separate him from your mouth.

his hips bucked up into yours when you did that, and as the realization hit him, a vicious red blush took over his face.

“fuck pips, you can't keep doing that.”

funnily enough, his words didn't exactly match his actions. when you tugged a little harder in response, his hands grabbed onto your hips and dragged you against his, your clothed core rubbing against his growing bulge. you moan against his ear when a sound between a whimper and a groan comes out of his mouth.

“hmm, but i think you love it, don't you?”

that might be the understatement of the century, caleb thinks. he doesn't just love it, he adores it when you play rough with him — so teasing and unfair, it makes him want to push your buttons, so you keep on doing it.

and that's exactly what he plans on doing when he throws you over his shoulder and starts walking towards the bedroom.

“i do. love it when you control me.”

🍎 pomme's notes — h.. hey.... alexa put on control me by colde....

[goldensunset]

feel free to elaborate in tags of course on how easy or hard cosplaying them would be

bonus question: how much do you WANT to look like your icon. like are they the goal you aspire to

[existingoutofspite]

i just had this vivid image of gideon and harrow where during a typical bone-y conversation gideon points at her bicep and goes “what bone is this” harrow answers “your humerus” gideon responds “i know i am- but what is it?” and harrow just decks her

[frownyalfred]

reading about the explorer who spent six or so months in an underground cave and learned that without any light, his body settled into a cycle where he was up for 36 hours and would then sleep for 12 hours.

anyway, that’s all to say - maybe Bruce’s odd sleep/patrol habits have more to do with light than I realized. maybe he really can stay up for what feels like “days” to observers but is really just an extended wake cycle without natural circadian rhythm cues like sunrise/sunset. he can work a case for 36-48 hours straight because he’s crashing like crazy in between.

that also means that if he gets too much daylight/etc while deep in a wake cycle, he probably loses some degree of focus and energy. something that Alfred and even Clark, perhaps, take advantage of when they just want him to go. the fuck. to sleep.

[bluerosefox]

Thinking about another funny DeadTired AU idea.

Deaged Dani and Dan btw.

So does anyone remember that one video of a guy doing a interview and his kids come in the room.

Imagine secretly married DeadTired. Tim is out of Gotham at the moment but in a video call with the Bats or maybe during a WE meeting (Bruce is in the call as well) when out of nowhere the door behind him opens and a Deaged Dani (Ellie), who comes in with a smile and walks in like she owns the place and not long after her in a baby walker Dante (Dan) comes in too, Tim is trying to keep a straight face but inside is panicking when he realizes he didn't lock his office door (which is coated with anti-ecto paint that only work when its locked and it keeps the kids out) knows there is no way to keep them a secret anymore.

Then Danny comes sliding in, grabs the kids, whisper/shouts a "Sorry Tim!" and gets them out.

Tim is silent for a moment, takes a breath and tries to resume the talk.

[heretherebeturtles-comic]

DID YOU KNOW THAT ANDY SURIANO TALKED ABT YOUR COMIC ON INSTA???????????

YEAH I SAW IT!

really cool!!!!!! nice things were said about my art and story!!!!!! i am so flattered!!!!!!!!!! i am still figuring out how to react to it all!!!

[lunacias]

(Silence. CARPENTER tries to rally HAYWARD's spirits. She's afraid she's going to lose him.)

"All three of us - we can all go on living, Hayward. Just like you said."

[littlecrittereli]

Wanted to doodle some comfort bros to balance out the angst of my recent posts lol

Hey pookies! Just wanted to say I really appreciate all the love and support I've been receiving lately for Decoded! I always love your comments/asks/fanart/memes, it genuinely has been bringing me so much joy and I'm so grateful for it <3

I know I said I had a lot of art to post (and then proceeded to post none of it LOL) I'm just a little overwhelmed rn with some life stuff so sorry for the wait! I also have a lot asks that I haven't gotten to and I apologize for that as well!

Trying my best to keep up, but I haven't had a lot of time recently. Art's gonna be a little delayed, but don't worry Chapter 8 is still gonna come out this Saturday as scheduled!

[bardnuts]

keep calling your friends. Keep spending time with your friends. Yes, even if you tend to self-isolate. Even if you're an introvert. You don't have to throw a party--sit on the couch together doing different things, parallel play, read in silence, garden, whatever.

You need it like air. Talk to the loved ones in your life as much and as often as possible. Be intimate. Have deep conversations. Have casual sex if that's your jam. Be yourself. Be present. Be human.

It is essential to your survival.

[cent-scratchnsniff]

hoptal

[waitingforwinterwinds]

Hopping from foot to the other, he sang, "Fool's blood, king's blood, blood on the maiden's thigh, but chains for the guests and chains for the bridegroom, aye aye aye."

Hmmm, prophecy or nonsense? Clearly ("bridegroom") about a wedding, but which?

Sansa and Tyrion's? Fool's blood, king's blood could mean Tyrion, he is of Joffrey's blood, thus king's blood, but he's treated like he's not a true member of the bloodline by his father, like fool's gold...

blood on the maiden's thigh could mean Sansa's newly 'blossomed' status.

And it is an act made to chain the couple to Tywin and Cersei's will.

Or I might be reaching and it could be about one of the other fun (sarcasm) weddings lined up.

@dreamingdruka is making fun of me, that's so mean. How could you? ಥ_ಥ (I'm joking 🤭)

Urgh, no but seriously, sometimes I imagine y'all sitting there bursting with barely contained spoilers. There will come a day when I catch up, and look back and we can all go "damn you said some stupid stuff, Reader." because I have no doubt that I have.

But I could say more.

Cause here's the thing about prophecy nonsense: it has to apply widely but be specific at the same time. There's got to be this line between "at some point, some things will happen, and then things will be not the same as right not" levels of vague and "the seer is legally required to preface all prophecy with 'Spoiler Warning' before they begin" levels of specific.

...omg I would legit read a series where that was a thing.

👀 "And, Spoiler Warning, [future events that are way too specific to be randomly generated on the spot.]" 🌿 "What the hell, how could you know that?" 👀 "I read the script~" 🌿 "The, the what?" 💫 "Look, don't think about it too hard, just accept this is how the seer processes the infinite cosmic wisdom beyond all mortal ken swirling through their brain, and go with it." 👀 "Mhm, the director doesn't like when we lean on the fourth wall."

Anyway, the thing with Patchface's little song? It could apply to so much, like:

If we assume that "bridegroom" is literal, it could apply to any of the three/four weddings that matter in the series.

Red Wedding: Fool/King: could easily both be Robb, a king who behaved foolishly and opened the way for the betrayal and bloodshed Blood on the maiden's thigh: a little looser on this one, but Robbs wife could count, despite not being a virginal maiden, she's not yet a mother by birth, therefore could still be counted Bridegroom in chains: Edmure, he became a hostage directly after his marriage, very literally in chains Chains on the guests: though Robb's party didn't know it, they were already prisoners in the hall

Sansa/Tyrion: See yesterday's rambling thoughts above

Purple wedding: the Fool: Ser Dontos, both a literal court Fool, and killed on his way out with Sansa the King: Joffery, also the Bridegroom, who was killed with a substance called the strangler, so it's a little metaphorical, but I've done wibblier Blood on the maidens thigh: I'm coming back to Sansa again, because she was tangentially related to the murder, Chains on the guests: Sansa starts as a literal hostage, and Tyrion ends up in prison

Margaery/Tommen: ... actually this one went pretty well, love you kids but, 'twas not very memorable. Let's ignore it.

And these options are all assuming two things:

1: "Bridegroom" is literal, and not some metaphor for someone making vow or oath, promising their life to a cause or service in a way that can be considered akin to marriage.

2: The event was not chopped from the show like Patchface, singer of prophecy nonsense, and therefore beyond my realm of knowledge.

I honestly don't know which would be funnier, if I got it right at any of these points, if i got it right but for the wrong reasons, right reasoning wrong conclusion, or I somehow managed to miss absolutely every obvious clue and whizzed past at warp speed and am no longer in the same galaxy as the answer.

And then all y'all be sitting there, knowing, and letting me get there in my own time.

Thank you for that. And I am so sorry. 😅

[neigepomme]

cw // suggestive. caleb likes to catch a glimpse of your panties.

after you and caleb started dating, he got comfortable real fast.

physical touch with him was always something you were used to, and that didn't change at all. always hugging, always holding hands, always laying your legs on his lap. it was the usual, really.

of course, kissing was new though — caleb was your first kiss back in high school, but the two of you never spoke of it again (although you're both grateful you were each other's firsts). you got used to that quickly, too, giving his lips a quick peck before he left for work or kissing him more deeply when he had to spend some time away from you in the deepspace tunnel.

what caleb got comfortable doing (and what you were still not used to), though, was lifting your damn skirt. his gravity evol was useful, don't get me wrong! he'd catch plates before they dropped to the floor, or he'd make the tv remote float towards you when you were too cozy beneath the covers to get up.

but that damn pilot made you reenact marilyn monroe's flying skirt scene every single time you walked past him. and every single time, he'd just offer you a smug smile and a comment along the lines of “cute apple pattern, pips", while dodging the hits you were determined to land with a boyish laugh.

unbeknownst to you, he was cataloging your panties in his mind, and he had his favorites — the purple lacy ones being at the top of the list (which he definitely planned on stealing later, but you didn't need to know that).

what can he say? turns out golden retriever caleb is nothing but a nasty dog.

(w)oof!

🍎 pomme's final notes — alexa put on sir mix-a-lot's nasty dog 🐕

[lazylittledragon]

ok so i'm like. overwhelmed

i'm having one of the shittiest weeks of my life and i was really worried my store was going to be a complete flop (honestly i expected my friends to order some stuff and maybe a few other people and that was it)

and then half the things sold out in 2 hours so i'm!!!!! in shock

also the best part: the fundraiser stickers sold out completely!!

[bluerosefox]

Drake Siblings

Have I read this prompt somewhere or was this a fever dream from my bored mind.

What if, now hear me out.

What if we bring up Dana Winters-Drake (whose confirmed to at least be alive in the DC verse but no one knows where she actually is)

What if instead of when she had a mental breakdown and getting committed to an Bludhaven clinc she wandered away before anyone noticed and by the time Tim or anyone did notice a lot of stuff started happening at once in both Gotham and Bludhaven (Steph dying, The Bludhaven crisis, etc etc)

Tim still tries to find her though but even with best resources it was like she just disappeared into the wilderness and the stress of trying to handle more and more problems get worse.

So when out of the blue, a couple of years later, he gets a call from an unknown number. On his private, only for friends and family, phone and when he answers he meet with a young girls voice on the other end.

A very young, maybe six or seven, girl who informs him about his apparently half-brother Danny Drake-Fenton. And how she loves Danny so, so, so much but knows her home is dangerous for him to be in.

Tim is stunned and before he could question her, she says Danny is Dana and Jack's baby and that her parents had adopted him years ago and put Dana's stuff that the hospital had away for him to look at when he was older but she just had to fight off their lunch from eating her brother and she knows he needs a better place to live and so she snooped around and found Dana's diary and that she had to unscramble the nonsense Dana wrote and found Tim's number with the words 'tell him about his brother Danny' hidden in it. And-

But before she could keep rambling she hears Danny screaming "JAZZY THE MILK WENT BAD AGAIN AND HISSED AT ME!"

Tim is left with silence after hearing Jazz yell to Danny to lock the fridge and step out of the kitchen as she gets the bat.

[batsyheere]

There is just something about Percy Jackson being secretly a genius that is so funny and traumatizing to consider, because he's not smart in the way of a paper test, and while he has street smarts in spades, it's not what makes him scary.

Percy Jackson has the same manic genius energy of Kevin McAllister from home alone. He has sarcasm and wit by the bucket, but doesn't generally apply himself until the point of "I'm in danger". Gym class and bullies? Annoying but all he'll do is complain a little. War games at camp? He'll give his "all" but otherwise there are definitely others better at things.

Toss him into a fight on a quest or involving a prophecy? Strategy, improv, random skill sets and even better one-liners than what usually drips from his vocabulary. He has no clue what he's doing but to everyone else he's a natural disaster made from a planned domino fall line.