#but also hiii thank you for asking

[camcorderrevival]

to you, what's the difference between eleven/amy and twelve/clara? which one do you ship more and why? (i'm guessing the answer to the second is pretty obvious but i'm curious about your answer)

i think the biggest difference, beyond like narrative and theme, is that twelveclara gets more breathing room in the series. obviously youve got the relationship between clara and danny, and missy and twelve (and missy and clara to some extent), but twelveclara is very much given the centre stage. the viewer's attention is meant to be on them, the show is about them (for good reason). the other relationships function as ways to explore twelve and clara as separate characters, of course, but they also very much work emphasise the relationship between the two as well.

and like. elevenamy isnt some super niche relationship with no screentime or development. theyre the core of s5,6,7a just like twelveclara is the core s8&9. (and just like ninerose is the core s1, and tenmartha is the core of s3. whether you read them as romantic or platonic or whatever, the doctor & companion dynamics foster a kind of intimacy that keeps the show interesting and moving forward).

but you definitely more get the sense that, especially in s6, the dynamic is fighting for space with amyrory/elevenriver. the show gets stuck in a weird place where it is trying to convince the viewer that the satisfying conclusion for all of these characters is amyrory and elevenriver, but the story ends if amy really chooses rory in any meaningful way (and thats no good if youre trying to get two and bit series out of it). so youve got elevenamy which is the driving point of the narrative and somewhat more interesting/dynamic than amyrory, and amyrory which feels (to me) like a much more stuck, static point but the show really wants you to believe that its satisfying and interesting (without ever putting much effort into it, because that would detract too much from the core relationship). both relationships suffer from that weird balance that gets struck.

twelveclara does not face that same weirdness so the relationship gets more room to develop (or in their case devolve into a spiral of self-destruction and timeline altering) (yay).

beyond that difference in narrative space. i think both relationships deal with some similar themes (because they are the themes that haunt most of moffat's time as showrunner, and some of the episodes that he wrote for rtd). memory, stories, identity in the other.

but there are also quite different points. elevenamy takes on a more religious tone (especially in tgc + tgww). amy isnt doctorified to the same extent as clara, so the narrative surrounding identity in the other differs.

elevenamy basically imprint on each other as children and tie themselves around that point of connection, they cant help but deify each other (they r cathyheathcliff). doctorclara (because eleven's relevant in this for a little bit) are tied together by missy (fate. prophecy. your sometimes-ex who thinks you'd get on really well with this brunette woman whos got problems. insult/compliment??) and then progressively become more and more like each other till they have to be cosmically separated. and they want to be like each other because theyre obsessed with each other, of course, but also because they think that it'll give them more control over everything.

amy leaves the doctor because shes convinced he'll always leave her so she needs to stay with her safety blanket backup husband so she never ever has to be alone again (and she'll never ever be lonely little amelia pond again). clara leaves (not really) twelve because of the aforementioned cosmic separation.

amy puts the doctor in her childrens book. twelve puts clara in a song.

lastly, i will always bat for twelveclara whenever wherever. but theyre good. theyre well-written and they crash and burn so beautifully. there's not much to say. elevenamy is so interesting firstly because theyve lived in my brain forever im normal like that, secondly because the writing gets so awkward at points that there's hundreds and millions of things to say. so i love them very much sorry to twelveclara.

[tunastime]

hiccuping tears into the shoulder + ranchers by chance?

hiccuping tears into their shoulder (1087 words) (x)

For the first time in a good, long portion of his life, Tango despises how silent the night gets. It's not without its natural noise—the balmy, sticky humidity and breeze in the grass, or the crickets, the cicadas quieting down, the sounds of animals rearranging themselves to a comfier sleeping arrangement. He should be doing the same, but he's sitting on the edge of the bed, his spine a rigid line. He can feel the blood in his body, he can feel the spaces where his muscles connect to each other, with every breath he can feel his lungs separate out the oxygen. It's at the very least startling, and at the very most, he feels like he might dissolve on the spot if touched. 

Tango knows how death feels—painless respawn and a few seasons of a life game behind him, but to feel someone else die, too. The echo of death alongside your own. He didn't like that! Not good at all. All his blood and heartbeat-y things are rushing around in his ears. He doesn't even hear Jimmy the first time he speaks up from the other side of the bed, with how his voice scrapes out.

"I didn't know they were aiming for us," Jimmy says.

"Of course not," Tango says, furrowing his eyebrows. "I know you didn't."

He's still looking at his hands, running his thumb over the lines in his palm and pushing into the tiny bones and muscle there. Jimmy flexes his hands like he can feel the pressure and bones moving around. He watches him fold his hand tight around each other and slump, pulling his shoulders to his chest. His breath squeezes in his chest as Jimmy deflates tiredly.

"I just don't want you to think—"

"I'm not gonna think this is your fault, alright?" Tango says, frowning at him. "Why would I?"

Jimmy sighs. His jaw works.

"Cause it usually is," he grits. Tango scrunches his nose on instinct, recoiling out of habit before he manages:

"That's not fair, man."

"This whole game isn't far!" Jimmy huffs, waving a hand about.

"Sure but—"

"But nothing, Tango. I just—I can't lose and drag you with me. That's more than not fair."

"I don't care."

"I care."

Before Tango can argue, though, he tastes the faintest hints of anger and frustration at the back of his mouth fade. He watches Jimmy's face contort as he tries to come up with a better sentence, something he probably thinks Tango deserves. Maybe an apology. 

Tango just looks at him. He kind of feels bad, that little bit of gut wrenching cold that trickles in, but mostly he's just confused. Jimmy's words bat around in his brain like dust particles. Dust bunnies. He definitely assumed they were done with this. That maybe Jimmy made peace like he did—though really he hadn't had that much time to make peace, if he's being honest. He's still bitter. He's sure a lot of people are still bitter. But in terms of Jimmy's whole situation? It's not like it could be helped. They just had to be careful. So Tango was being careful, and Jimmy was taking what Tango thought was a calculated risk, so he was mad, sure, but he couldn't really stay mad for a long time. So he takes a long breath and sighs it out his nose. It still tastes surprisingly reminiscent of smoke.

"So what are we going to do?" he asks softly. Jimmy inhales.

"I don't know," he says. "Go to bed? Wake up and start planning?"

Tango hums plainly. He likes that idea. The small spool of feeling in his chest that must belong to Jimmy gives a little tug, like it wanted to take him down with it. 

"Yeah," Tango says, voice coming hoarse. "Yeah, I think so."

For a moment, Tango runs his tongue over his teeth, runs his thumbs over the seams of his knees. He sighs, and then he leans into Jimmy's shoulder with a definitive huff. He's tired. From the ache in his bones, to the breathlessness of dying, to just taking in Jimmy's stress. Man. He's exhausted. Jimmy snorts quietly. He feels him press his cheek against Tango's head. The hand Jimmy had been fiddling with in his lap ends up at the base of his spine, splayed over the fabric. Tango squeezes his eyes shut.

"Thanks Tango," Jimmy says shakily. He sounds like he's on the knife's edge of crying, so Tango fumbles out a hand and lands it solidly on his knee. It's not a terribly comfortable thing to stretch one of his achy shoulders or biceps that far but he does anyway, and Jimmy huffs out a damp laugh. "Guess I'm just... pissed off."

Tango snorts.

"If you think you're pissed, just wait until they rile me up," he says into the fabric of Jimmy's shirt. Jimmy laughs. Tango tries to hold in a grin that he also smothers into his shoulder, but fails. Jimmy's hand skips over his knuckles and squeezes the hand on his knee.

"Sure thing, Rancher," he teases. Tango makes a half-suppressed noise of indignation, squeaking as he bolts upright. He nearly knocks into Jimmy's jaw as he untangles himself with all the grace of a cat trying to weasel out of someone's arms. 

"I'm just sayin'," he grumbles, crinkling his nose. "You seem like you're in a better mood though."

Jimmy sighs, rounding out his shoulders. 

"Think so," he says, working his cheek between his teeth. Tango feels the sensation of prodding in his mouth. Bleh. "Think so."

"Probably a good idea to make good on that sleeping... thing,” he says, reaching up to scrub at his eyes. He barely stifles a yawn as Jimmy stretches, twisting his tall body around in a way that feels surprisingly pleasant to Tango’s stiff muscles. He can’t imagine, especially with the way Jimmy holds all his emotions in his shoulders, that his upper back is doing him any favors. Jimmy makes a little noise in confirmation as Tango turns, attempting to make ample space for him in the small bed. He knows they’ll end up back to back at some point, but as he lies down, shoulder to shoulder, an easy comfort rolls over him. Sure there’s all the red blood rushing around in his ears, and sure he feels it right up on his skin like a bad rash, but for now, next to Jimmy, he shuts his eyes.

They’ll make this time count for something, at least.

[iron-sparrow]

21) What song best describes their relationship with their enemy? (For whichever version of Yein you'd like!)

Also 30) My OC and your OC are friends. This isn't a question. I'm not asking. (How do they respond?) >:)

Oh, this is an interesting question to consider. I don't feel that (regular) Yein has any enemies that persist for too long. If anyone had truly ill intentions toward them, Yein would more than likely take care of it. Their twin brother Sacheo isn't so easily dealt with, however.

Yein does love their twin, and he loves them.

For many years, Yein would have likely told Sacheo, "I don't wanna fight." These are the first words in this song. Further along, you've got the following verse:

When you said the pain weathers in time We're just waitin' for a change to follow We don't always get all that we want Redefine the pain to somethin' more And we shall overcome, as we've done before

The lyrics and the tone of the song speak of difficulties or obstacles that need to be weathered through, again and again. The song might encapsulate Yein's voice asking Sacheo to work past these painful feelings between them ⸺ as many times as they must.

Yein did ultimately kill him, but he came back anyway to keep them company. Now they're both (un)dead!

OC Ask List

[alanide-arts]

Terminus kinda bad tho 👀💦

it's much appreciated... I think?

[ruerock]

🧸.

[missus-paint]

came for the exile posts stayed for the more exiles posts

thank youuu :]] here’s some unposted cara doodles/drawings just for you

[always-a-mad-comet]

Become a csny person i swear this wasnt even the only instance of one of them talking about. Nuking gay whales ? And being bitchy about their ex bandmates on stage. It's probably the worst instance of it tho

I really should, they do fascinate me from what I've seen. I really enjoy that kind of behaviour, men behaving abnormally and bitchily in public.

[mikey-stardust-way]

Hey Mikey! 💞

My hyperfixations are jumping so much so fast I'm back into drawing my venom oc and I don't know how to feel about. 🤣

So what you into lately? Anything new going on? 🩵🧡

HIII!! HII POPMAARIEEE!! Hii!!

I've never made a venom OC- but I am getting into furry art recently! ...namly ferrets, im..trying to draw ferrets and fursona stuff- they're so cool 🥺 love me some silly stuff.

Been working on loads of Fics! I have plans to add them here too it's just taking a while..

Ahhh been drawing a lot! Learned to draw swallows :3 for tattoos you know? It's the placement + other details that's messing me up so much, like what do you add? Where does it go? So much!! (I technically wanted a moth, but mom wants matching ones and wants swallows...)

I GOT FREEEWAY ON DVD AT A GOODWILL!! it's a very wild kiefer film- I love his character~ (he would literally kill me...)

Ahh...been just all over the place, head full of ideas and mildly busy with...just head all over the place you know???

[canongf]

hi liv !!! i was out shopping the other day and came across this eddie ornament and thought of you so i had to send a picture !!!

also, while i’m here, i just want to tell you your blog is one of the first few selfship blogs i ever saw and followed, and you definitely inspired me to get back on tumblr and get more involved with the selfshipping community !!! you are so delightful, never change <3 eddie loves you soooooo much and so do so many of us !!!

this made me squeal!!!!!

that's my guy!!! that's my guy!!! i never ever get sick of seein' him or seein' merch of him, and this made me sooo happy!!! i never even considered an eddie ornament but now that i know they exist... i have to have one, i think

thank you so so so much!! thank you for thinking of me, thank you for sending me this message!!! this community and this blog are so good for me and it means everything to me to think that this community and this blog are good for you too. that's all i want!!! i am so lucky to be here and i am so lucky to have you here!!! thank you for letting me be even the teeniest tiniest bit a part of your life!!! 🖤

[pawbeanies]

Good boy!! ᡣ𐭩

awawawa ?!?!?!?! covering my face with my hands awawa. wawawa thank you ............... exploding into a million pieces ...

[belovedgamers]

🍄 🏜️🦴 :D also happy birthday !!!!!!

🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings

Ohhhh do I have headcanons… <— voice of someone who has so many.

I think Jimmy’s partially deaf after the explosions of the ravine, and Sausage totally brushed up on his codlish sign language for new and fun ways to keep fighting and insulting each other <3

🏜️ ⇢ what's your favourite type of comment to receive on your work?

Gosh. Is it silly to say all of them? Rarely is there ever a comment that doesn’t bring me joy. I adore liveblogging style comments, or viewers who point out phrases that stand out to them and how those lines make them feel!

As an author, it can be easy to forget that your words have impact and that there are people who enjoy your work in particular, and these types of comments remind me in the most delightful way!

🦴 ⇢ is there a piece of media that inspires your writing? 

SO MANY.

There are many recent-ish ones I could name, but I’d say one of the most joyful things as a writer is to go back to something you know you loved as a child and realize its themes follow you and your work. So, here’s a few from my childhood!

-“Birds of a Feather”, episode 52 of Batman the Animated Series

-The Last Unicorn (1982) and the original book by Peter S. Beagle

-Memorias de Idhún trilogy and Dónde los árboles cantan by Laura Gallego García

-A Walk in the Clouds (1995)

-Fairy Oak series by Elisabetta Gnone

-“That Which You Must Not Call”, “The Moon-Splitting Festival” and “The God Enshrined”, episodes from Natsume’s Book of Friends, season two and four

-El alquimista and El manuscrito encontrado en Accra by Paulo Coelho

-There’s this little book that I had and lost at some point, I don’t know where it went or what it was titled, but it was about a little unicorn who didn’t have a horn (?) or perhaps had an unusual one (I remember most of the characters had horns of silver or gold) and at the end got blessed with one made of… lapis lazuli? Platinum? It’s been well over a decade and a half and I’ll never find it again, but the sense of wonder in that story stuck with me. I think about it often.

Thank you for the ask and the well wishes!

It’s my birthday! Writer’s Truth or Dare!

[microwavetoaster-selfships]

🌻

- @abirdintheworld

Hihi!! Thank you so very much for the ask!! 😊

🌻: Who would your self-insert say that their biggest role model is?

Hmmm... truthfully, I think my self insert would have the same answer as me! I mean, that's how most these questions might go since my self insert is practically just me with slightly different lore and job, but still! This could be a very lengthy and emotional answer, but to keep it short, Dan Avidan! Particularly the musical side of his career, but absolutely still enjoy the YouTuber side of his career as well. His music carried through a lot, and his story of how he got to his career is very like..comforting almost? Cause he didn't make it big young or such, he made it was he was close to his 30s, and he had a lot of help and a lot of scraping for money and stuff. And he's still doing it now at 45! I mean, it depends on your definition of "made it" cause he's not some massive star or anything, but I think it's going nicely. It's nice cause like he's still doing all sorts of things he dreamed of and is/was passionate about regardless of how old he is(not that I do think he's old, but some people act like if you don't achieve your dreams in your 20s then it's over for you, which is a whole thing for another time how that's completely bologna).

Okay, maybe I didn't keep it toooo short😅 but I can't help it!!!! He's great.

[doomedpuppetyuri]

Cheese

yknow what this might just be what convinces me to get into smiling friends

[alternativesaga]

Side mission: Eat food

u fool 🔫 it has been DONE

[skeletalheartattack]

i warped this image and now it makes me itchy

pov: me (a fish) being observed by one curious gorilla. to become a snack or just a sight to see. within the coming seconds only i will know the outcome.........

GORILLA DINNER HAS BEEN SELECTED!!!

[encrypted-cryptid]

Fic title: "if I could then I would"

'if i could then i would' - every century, the lurking has to relive the fall. over and over and over and - and -

it hates the ouroboros year.

it always fucks with its head, no matter how much it tries to prepare. like clockwork the lurking feels its sense of self get stripped to nothing, built up and set ablaze from the ground up. reborn. it doesn't remember being itself, does not ever remember existing whilst also dreading what is to come. it screams for something, anything to end this fucking cycle and then its gone until -

the hearth has never died. the hearth was extinguished centuries ago. the hearth falls and falls and falls and -

at the end, it claws its way up just like every other time. the void sings to it, bedrock vibrating with its tenor hum as it mocks and coos words of false encouragement until its far enough below again that the lurking can no longer feel its hooks digging under its skin. the heat in its chest dies the further up it gets. shadows coalesce, dragged from the depths, alive and yearning for light and they'll never have it again but -

it craves the ouroboros year. if only for a few seconds of that light it will never have again.