#backcasting

[carlobattisti]

The roadmap is you

The roadmap is you

We are at the end of a year extremely complicated, we know it. Energy crisis, economic crisis, an ongoing pandemic, an environmental emergency that we are unable to deal with seriously, and of course the infamous Russian invasion of Ukraine. All our cornerstones are now shaky: peace, welfare, health, democracy, progress. We have done nothing this year but accumulate uncertainties and we are…

[texasflycaster]

Digging in the Past

How Many Deals Can Fit in One Video? Watch Below! In a long-going effort to bring some light to the darkness that has settled over my old YouTube Fly Fishing Channel over the decades, I have been doing some updating of the fodder that goes with these videos. This one seemed cool to me for a few reasons, but if you are tired of shameless promotions of GEAR, especially FLY GEAR? then don’t watch…

[dynamobooks]

Bodil Jönsson: Tio tankar om tid (1999)

[iwan1979]

In the last of a four-part series that explores the idea of living longer, CNA’s Otelli Edwards looks at the tried-and-tested ways to fight ageing.

[9w1ft]

Do you think it is possible that they split up in the mess of 2019, hence black Lover era, met again in around Bedford/upstate NY when TS was photographing for Folklore in first half of 2020 and they got back together for good? But then TS had to go away to work on getting her masters back before they went public. Midnights seem to tell this story, and the Fortnight song and MV sort of summarises that whole period, letting us know the in the end, they did survive all of it, even almost losing each other in the process.

that’s not what i personally believe but i understand how it is important for many people to believe that they broke up for some time during 2019 and got back together sometime after late 2020, to have a workaround for karlie’s life event. while i don’t agree with this breakup idea im not entirely opposed to the existence of this kind of thinking because especially at the time it was something needed for a lot of people to get over the main hurdle in the way of believing in kaylor presently, and also practically speaking on platforms where kaylors have to interact with gaylors regularly it was the only way to talk about kaylor without being harassed (sidenote but originally this is kind of what the definition of LSK was. the idea that they broke up in 2019 but got back together. never-broke-up kaylor is etymogially speaking not LSK. not that people follow the history of the terminology that much but)

but based on your dates (first half of 2020) you’re not backcasting from march 2021 in a way that makes practical sense so im guessing that this technicality is not driving your idea, but rather your interpretation of midnights and fortnight?

disclaimer that my ideas aren’t exactly shared by most people so please don’t take what i say here as representative of consensus kaylor opinion. for me, i hope im not showing my hand too much but, fortnight to me does cover 2019 ish to early 2021 but not from the perspective that they had been broken up. its… i guess ill say i think works fine with the idea that they were working together on a common goal, but sometimes these things aren’t so easy and like, well…my interpretation is really niche and sort of gimmicky and i think im probably the only one that has it and… its locked in my vault for the time being.

midnights is a bit of a mish mash of time periods to me. some songs on midnights chronologically come after fortnight for me, for example. or maybe there is a bit of overlap in terms of theming or timing but the midnights song might span beyond fortnight in some cases. actually there’s an evermore song or two that for me kinda chronologically span beyond or right up to fortnight.

maybe at some point i’ll share my playlist. i have a contemporary kaylor playlist that i’ve been adding to and organizing for a few years.

[landboundstar-writing]

Movie Night

Another repost from AO3 and my main blog.

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NSFW - Minors, be gone. You have been warned.

CW- Zatanna/Boston Brand nipple play, oral sex, spooning

"Zee,"

The whisper startled Zatanna from where she was reading on the couch. Uncrossing her legs, she looked up to see a ghost 

"Hey, Boston."

She could see their unit's resident ghost with no problem thanks to magic, even times like now when he did not borrow somebody's body, and he came further into the room. The flames in the fireplace started to turn blue as he stood in front of them.

"What's wrong?"

Boston was normally a pretty chatty and cheerful ghost, but he looked sad. Zatanna shut her book and stood, coming over to stand with the ghost.

"I'm lonely. Can we watch a movie? Please?"

He shifted his foot back and forth, and she was pretty sure he was blushing.

Zee shrugged. "Sure."

"Really?" His eyes lit up, literally, for a second.

Zee smiled. Zachary and John had gone to see a local band at the bar, and they were both likely to be out for hours yet. And things had been quiet tonight while she had been on call. It was the perfect night for a baggy sweater and leggings with a fire in the fireplace. But she had started to feel a little lonely herself halfway through the last chapter, so hanging out and watching a movie with Boston seemed like a great idea.

"What movie?"

He flashed a smile. "Something old that we both have watched a dozen times so you don't get mad if I talk and I don't lose the plot? Comedy? Musical?"

Zee couldn't find Singing In The Rain right away, so she clicked on The Court Jester.

"It's nice having a quiet night with a movie after spending time with people all week."

"With people? Or around people?"

Zatanna looked startled by the question. 

"You are surrounded by people every night. But your cousin, John, your assistant, Dinah, some of the Belfry. You don't really hang out with the others. And, I was a performer. Don't try to tell me that you are just hanging out when you are on stage."

"You sounded like John for a second."

"He gets it too. And most of the Justice League treats both of us like we don't belong. Besides, John doesn't mind doing this when he stays in or is at the Watchtower. He doesn't even mind the hugs."

"Hugs?" Zatanna was startled into laughter. "Sorry, I didn't realize you liked John."

"When he isn't threatening to send me on because I possessed somebody, we get along. He'll talk, give me hugs, watch cheesy horror flicks or the Twilight Zone. And he gets me wanting to be around people. I miss it. I can't even change out of what I died in."

"Do you want that? To change clothes? Or get a hug?"

"Yeah, but -"

Zatanna waved her hand and did a quick backcasting. Boston still sat next to her on the couch, but wearing a black tee shirt and pajama pants. His face was scrubbed clean of greasepaint, just a regular guy with blue eyes and brown hair.

"Cozy." He blinked down, staring at his hands resting on the soft flannel pants, looking so confused, sitting next to her in normal clothing.

"It's magic." Zee whispered and pulled him into a hug.

There was a beat, then two, before he hugged her back, pulling her head against his shoulder, hands rubbing circles on her back.

Then, he stilled. Slowly, he went to pull away.

"Boston?"

"I shouldn't do this." His words were barely a whisper against the top of her head, stirring her hair.

"I wouldn't have given you a hug if I wasn't okay with it."

"Zatanna, I don't want to stop with just a hug."

"Okay."

"What?"

She climbed onto his lap, hands resting on his hips. "I said I am okay with that."

"Last time that  I did this, I got shot for it."

"I don't plan on shooting you." She gave a gentle kiss at the point where his neck and collarbone met.

And found herself laying back on the couch, Boston leaning over her.

"If it's okay, I'd like to take the lead. There are some things I've missed."

"Go ahead, then."

Zatanna felt lips skimming over her throat with gentle kisses as she felt deft hands rolling her leggings and underwear down and off.

As his hands slid back up, he grabbed the hem of her sweater and lifted it up and off.

"You aren't wearing a bra."

Zatanna stared up at him, as he looked at her naked body. "Is that a problem?"

"Not at all."

He kissed her breasts, teased her nipples, licking the undersides as he slid down to kiss down her stomach, hands gently pressing at the insides of her knees to urge them apart.

He kissed lower and lower as his hands slid back up her thighs.

She gasped as he started, licking and sucking on her center, his tongue parting her labia.

He licked another time, and her hips lifted, muscles tightening as she moaned and came.

Sliding back up, he turned her quivering body, spooning her.

Zatanna spent a bit of magic to clean up and pull a blanket over both of them.

"I take it you did that a lot."

Boston smiled. "Best way to watch a movie. You should see what I could do with a drive-in."

Zatanna laughed. "Maybe once it's warmer out. But, I don't mind having a movie night with you now and then."

"I'm glad because I wouldn't mind doing this again too. Have you ever seen Some Like It Hot?"

"Of course."

Boston smiled and kissed her neck, his touch spectrally cool. "Great. That means you won't miss anything."

"Sounds like a date."

[landboundstar]

Movie Night

MDNI. MDNI. MDNI.

Minors, be gone.

CW - nudity, eating pussy, playing with breasts, ghost sex

"Zee,"

The whisper startled Zatanna from where she was reading on the couch. Uncrossing her legs, she looked up to see a ghost 

"Hey, Boston."

She could see their unit's resident ghost with no problem thanks to magic, even times like now when he did not borrow somebody's body, and he came further into the room. The flames in the fireplace started to turn blue as he stood in front of them.

"What's wrong?"

Boston was normally a pretty chatty and cheerful ghost, but he looked sad. Zatanna shut her book and stood, coming over to stand with the ghost.

"I'm lonely. Can we watch a movie? Please?"

He shifted his foot back and forth, and she was pretty sure he was blushing.

Zee shrugged. "Sure."

"Really?" His eyes lit up, literally, for a second.

Zee smiled. Zachary and John had gone to see a local band at the bar, and they were both likely to be out for hours yet. And things had been quiet tonight while she had been on call. It was the perfect night for a baggy sweater and leggings with a fire in the fireplace. But she had started to feel a little lonely herself halfway through the last chapter, so hanging out and watching a movie with Boston seemed like a great idea.

"What movie?"

He flashed a smile. "Something old that we both have watched a dozen times so you don't get mad if I talk and I don't lose the plot? Comedy? Musical?"

Zee couldn't find Singing In The Rain right away, so she clicked on The Court Jester.

"It's nice having a quiet night with a movie after spending time with people all week."

"With people? Or around people?"

Zatanna looked startled by the question. 

"You are surrounded by people every night. But your cousin, John, your assistant, Dinah, some of the Belfry. You don't really hang out with the others. And, I was a performer. Don't try to tell me that you are just hanging out when you are on stage."

"You sounded like John for a second."

"He gets it too. And most of the Justice League treats both of us like we don't belong. Besides, John doesn't mind doing this when he stays in or is at the Watchtower. He doesn't even mind the hugs."

"Hugs?" Zatanna was startled into laughter. "Sorry, I didn't realize you liked John."

"When he isn't threatening to send me on because I possessed somebody, we get along. He'll talk, give me hugs, watch cheesy horror flicks or the Twilight Zone. And he gets me wanting to be around people. I miss it. I can't even change out of what I died in."

"Do you want that? To change clothes? Or get a hug?"

"Yeah, but -"

Zatanna waved her hand and did a quick backcasting. Boston still sat next to her on the couch, but wearing a black tee shirt and pajama pants. His face was scrubbed clean of greasepaint, just a regular guy with blue eyes and brown hair.

"Cozy." He blinked down, staring at his hands resting on the soft flannel pants, looking so confused, sitting next to her in normal clothing.

"It's magic." Zee whispered and pulled him into a hug.

There was a beat, then two, and before he hugged her back, pulling her head against his shoulder, hands rubbing circles on her back.

Then, he stilled. Slowly, he went to pull away.

"Boston?"

"I shouldn't do this." His words were barely a whisper against the top of her head, stirring her hair.

"I wouldn't have given you a hug if I wasn't okay with it."

"Zatanna, I don't want to stop with just a hug."

"Okay."

"What?"

She climbed onto his lap, hands resting on his hips. "I said I am okay with that."

"Last time that  I did this, I got shot for it."

"I don't plan on shooting you." She gave a gentle kiss at the point where his neck and collarbone met.

And found herself laying back on the couch, Boston leaning over her.

"If it's okay, I'd like to take the lead. There are some things I've missed."

"Go ahead, then."

Zatanna felt lips skimming over her throat with gentle kisses as she felt deft hands rolling her leggings and underwear down and off.

As his hands slid back up, he grabbed the hem of her sweater and lifted it up and off.

"You aren't wearing a bra."

Zatanna stared up at him, as he looked at her naked body. "Is that a problem?"

"Not at all."

He kissed her breasts, teased her nipples, licking the undersides as he slid down to kiss down her stomach, hands gently pressing at the insides of her knees to urge them apart.

He kissed lower and lower as his hands slid back up her thighs.

She gasped as he started, licking and sucking on her center, his tongue parting her labia.

He licked another time, and her hips lifted, muscles tightening as she moaned and came.

Sliding back up, he turned her quivering body, spooning her.

Zatanna spent a bit of magic to clean up and pull a blanket over both of them.

"I take it you did that a lot."

Boston smiled. "Best way to watch a movie. You should see what I could do with a drive-in."

Zatanna laughed. "Maybe once it's warmer out. But, I don't mind having a movie night with you now and then."

"I'm glad because I wouldn't mind doing this again too. Have you ever seen Some Like It Hot?"

"Of course."

Boston smiled and kissed her neck, his touch spectrally cool. "Great. That means you won't miss anything."

"Sounds like a date."

[what-if-i-just-did]

Destiel Prompt List 7. how did Cas rescue Dean from Hell?

Trigger Warnings: Hell, mentions dying for a mission

"Dean Winchester is saved!"

Castiel slashed through another demon, as more desperate souls called out to him. He payed them no mind: he was here for the Righteous Man only. Castiel had been chosen for this holy duty- to be the guardian of the Michael Sword and his brother. Of course, even an angel can't be expected to dive into the depths of Hell and have enough grace by the end of it to deliver a soul to Earth, to rebuild it and it's body. He'd been sent out with another eleven angels with him. They'd all known some of them would not survive. Castiel's only concern was the Righteous Man, and his companions only concern was his ability to complete his order. He felt honored to have been chosen for this specific mission.

Castiel barely blinked as Ophaniel was slain- he was not the first of them to perish between this hellfire and brimstone. Matriel and Kadkadael quickly repositioned themselves to cover the gap, and that was that. Castiel had a mission.

When Castiel finally reached the darkest creek in Hell, there were only four of the original twelve angels left, himself included. "Dean Winchester, son of John Winchester and Mary Campbell, brother of Sam Winchester." sounded Castiel's voice. "I am here to return you to Earth, by God's command. Come with me." Dean Winchester's soul was bright, incredibly bright. At the edges, it was singed with demonic corruption, cracks of black snaking through the outer edges of this almost-pure soul, backcast on the paper burnt brown of guilt before fading into the light. Even so, Castiel could barely see through the amount of light and divine radiating off it to make out the soul's current colour: a silvery light pink of perverse enjoyment. Castiel had never been blinded like that before. The soul turned to the angel, and the soft yet bright emerald turqoise of hope mixed with a dark smoke grey of shame, guilt, self-hatred. Who are you? What are you? the soul spoke.

"I am Castiel, and I am an Angel of the Lord. I've been ordered to save your soul from damnation and return it to Earth. Will you come with me, Dean Winchester?" Castiel asked in his true voice. Dean Winchester's soul turned the broken dark smoke blue of devastated relief as he breathed, yes. Castiel used one of his many arms to hold the soul close to his chest, under one of Dean's arms for leverage and holding onto the other shoulder for grip. Somehow, this close, Castiel felt a connection to this mortal, and he smiled. This is what it feels like to be a guardian. I will protect you, Dean Winchester.

He gathered more arms around Dean, intending to protect the soul he carried, and flew upwards, his brothers aside him. Going up was faster than going down, as Castiel had what he came for and no longer had to find his way.

Agiel's grace was ripped into by a demon on the way up, grabbed onto and shred to pieces. Castiel kept going.

Kerubiel had sustained too many larcerations to his wings to be able to fly. He fell away, another angel left at the mercy of the demons in Hell.

Finally, Castiel and his two remaining brothers broke ground. They each lay for a time before Castiel spoke, unraveling his arms. "We succeeded, brothers. The Righteous Man is saved." Castiel stood up, yelling for all angels to hear. "Dean Winchester is saved!" Because for some reason, the man's name seemed more.. relevant than what he is, than why he's important. It feels more True. More Real. More.. personal.

It would still be a long mission for Castiel to wash every atom of corruption from Dean's soul, to re-piece his memories, to build his body up again from the dust. But for now, Inias and Amitiel had done their part, and nine of their brothers had given their lives for this mission. Castiel looked at the soul in his arms, so bright with divinity with the beautifull contrast of the black corruption snaking into it, and thought, I'm going to cure you.

[atomicdope]

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[texasflycaster]

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[brands4lessnow]

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[9w1ft]

That TIME interview is such a Taylor-y interview that I already correctly guessed that most of the things she said in it would be the general gist of it if Taylor was indeed picked as 2023's Person of the Year early last month lol

good on you for backcasting and catching the vibe!

[landboundstar-writing]

Trade Secrets Part 1

A repost from my main blog and AO3. Please tip if you enjoy, and reblog if you can't. Any help is appreciated.

People like to think that they can see everything that is in front of them.

Of course, if they could, I would be out of a job. 

With a flourish, I pulled a coin out from behind the man's ear, watching his confusion as he tried to figure out how I had pulled the sleight of hand.

While he scowled, the rest of the audience - small as it was - was laughing and applauding though. But my gaze found the one boy who was clapping the hardest, his eyes shining with delight.

I gave the boy the coin.

He turned to show it to the boy next to him, the two girls seated with their little group craning their necks to see.

Since it was the last trick of the show, I took my bows and went down to the kitchen to find an old friend waiting with a glass of water.

"I take it that the children enjoyed the show."

I smiled and took the water. "I don't know about the children, but I enjoyed it."

"I think it is safe to say they enjoyed it too, Gio. At least, these two did."

I turned, not surprised to see my friend Thomas carrying his son, while Zatanna held onto his hand. Until she saw me.

Picking up my daughter, I turned back to my two friends. How a magician ends up friends with a doctor and a butler…. well, that was its own story. But, I was enjoying the chance to visit them. I had not had as much of a chance as I would like since Zatanna had been born. But with moving into a new house and starting to perform again, the invitation from Thomas to come for his son's birthday had come as a very welcome respite.

"Do you think it is time to take the cake up?" Thomas asked Bruce and Alfred. While they decided on the party details, I decided to take Zatanna back upstairs so she could play with other children for once, since there was not always a chance to when I was performing. 

And was nearly barreled into by a small girl with her hair tied back as she ran, swiftly dodging around legs and the grabbing hands of a now crying little boy.

"Give it back now."

Looking at the stubborn expression on Bruce's face, I was already moving forward to step in. The worried looks on Alfred, Thomas, and Martha's faces told me that it was going to get even more out of hand than I imagined.

I doubted that, but figured Zatanna did not need to levitate anything in a tantrum and prove that.

The girl laughed and went to dodge away, something glittering in her hand, and I quietly backcast and found the trick coin back in my hand and gave it back to the little boy who stopped crying and wiped watering eyes.

He looked up then and said "Thank you."

Maybe if I was less observant, I would not have noticed that he wasn't thanking me, but Bruce for getting his coin back. 

Maybe if I was less observant, I might not have noticed Bruce smiling back at the boy.

With the crisis averted, I watched Thomas and Martha relax and hug their son, seemingly oblivious to the children's byplay.

And maybe they were. 

After all, people very rarely ever see everything that happens in front of them.