#cabin pressure is brilliant

[thekenobee]

Okay the absolute delight of your Cabin Pressure & Aubreyad post aside… Can I please point out the Ipswich and Limerick episodes. A wealth of potential comedy gold, should you choose lol Cheers and thanks!

Oh the pleasure's mine! I'm glad You enjoyed it! I was crying with laughter whilst editing! :>

IPSWICH AND LIMERICK, yesyesYES that's a brilliant choice-atm I'm relistening to the show for two reasons(first being the fact that I haven't listened to cabin pressure in a few months and second, I NEED IT TO FEED MY AUBREYAD mashup ideas 😂)

[kwistowee]

Cabin Pressure + Good Omens S2 John Finnemore’s fingerprints are everywhere!

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Saw a video of a wedding where the groom was a pilot, so instead of throwing rice, the guests threw paper planes. And now I’m picturing that for Martin and Teresa’s wedding. 💝✈️💝

this is the cutest thing I've read all week

[thebraxiatelcollection]

Arthur trying to tell Carolyn what fruit he bit into and got an allergic reaction from in Yverdon-Les-Bains and doing an impression of an actual dragon never fails to crack me up every time.

[yourheartinyourmouth]

the crew of the Red Hot renaming themselves to The Wurst is exactly like martin crieff naming his company Icarus Removals

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Love the things Cabin Pressure left to the listeners’ imagination:

Arthur’s steward hat that he made himself. The only clue being the small thud from the one time he dropped it.

Martin’s captain’s hat and wether it really was just a standard captain’s hat or ridiculously ornate.

That guy (forgot his name) who made “brilliant impressions of fruit”. How does one imitate a conference pear?

[b0xerdancer-writes]

It Wasn't Supposed To Happen Like This Part 5

Eris x Rhy's Sister! Reader

Summary: Eris used to be attached at the hip to Rhysand’s younger sister. Now that he has taken over as High Lord of the Autumn Court, his father’s old high table have been pressuring him to take a wife, he comes up with the brilliant lie that he's already courting someone and has been for several years now. Eris asks Rhysand’s little sister, the best way to get away with it and make it believable, to fake court her.

Warnings: Elain and Mor slander, cussing 18+, some nsfw lean but no sex scenes yet, alcohol, parental abuse, death, murder, arguing. Not proofread.

Trope/Prompt: Fake Dating

Word Count: 4,570

Notes: Rhys and reader talk things out, Lucien is a soft boy and gives the best hugs. Shit starts getting real.

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I had only ever been in Rhys’s office a handful of times since he took over after dad. He had remodeled it, gotten rid of any feeling that father had left in that room.  It felt so much colder to me in here now, it sent chills up my spine as I sat in the padded leather chair. The room was empty around me save for my bag that housed my book from earlier and quiet, eerily quiet that had me raking my eyes across every shelf, every nook, and every cranny in observation. 

Eventually the door creaked open and Rhys entered with a tray of cookies in one hand, I could hear the giggles before I saw him. Small pale hands wrapped around Rhys knee as  he tried to shoo Nyx off while he ‘had to deal with some work stuff’. Eventually the child relented, his wide eyes locking with mine like a deer in the headlights; before Rhys handed him half of a cookie and he scampered off.

I had always been distant with my family, it had started with our parents. Rhys favored our mother and saw our father as a bad person but it was the opposite with me, I favored our father and our mother despised me even threatened to clip my wings herself if it would get me out of her hair; I had ran to Rhys crying that night and he didn't believe me but when I told father the yelling within the house could be heard in every room. Rhys’s visits had become scarcer and scarcer after that, then he was sent to Windhaven and mother accompanied him. 

Then into the picture came Cassian and Azriel. I had nothing against them in the long run but they seemed to follow Rhys’s ideology too closely. They saw me as an expansion of my father, and oh how Rhys had told them about him but that I wasn't nearly as bad just needed a steer in the right direction. The only person who had seemed to see me as more than a daddy’s girl at this point was Eris, everytime father and I would show up in Autumn Court it was like a breath of fresh air and he just accepted me as I was. Eris had put his all into learning my interests and favorites, making sure he remembered them and surprising me with little things that I had mentioned here or there to him. 

It went downhill after the death of my mother and sister. I had never met my sister. At that point father insisted she and mother stay in Windhaven and after she reached a certain age then he would bring them to Velaris. We had been in Autumn when father got the news, I remembered the panic as Eris and I rushed back up to the Forest House, we had barely stepped through the gardens archway when father pulled me from Eris’s grasp; I had twisted my ankle in the rush and Eris was steadying me, I barely got the goodbye out of my mouth before we were winnowing. 

I had been to Windhaven only once or twice before my sister's birth. Father had warned me to stay away from it as most of them were brutes and that someone as gentle as I was had no business being there. I felt the chill before I saw the cause of it, as we appeared in windhaven the sight of a torn up cabin greeted us. Rhys was collapsed in the snow on his knees, Cassian and Azriel either side trying to comfort him but grieving themselves. At father’s appearance the boys stilled and tensed either side of Rhys, Rhys looked up at father’s approaching steps. My own smaller ones behind his, blood was splattered on the snow around the entrance and on Rhys’s hands. The grief in my brother's eyes and the blood was enough for me to guess what had happened to a degree. They were dead, murdered I surmised by the violence around me. Father held his hand out in a motion I knew meant to stop and stay where I was, and he pushed through the cabin door; the smell of death and iron was thick but disappeared as soon as the door closed. All three males shot me a look of sympathy and pain as I placed my own hand on Rhys with a small sad smile meant to comfort him in my own way. 

I had hated to admit it to myself but I had accepted her death a long time before it had happened. I had accepted it the night she had threatened to rip my wings from me, she had bruised my shoulders with the strength of her grasp as she shook me and screamed at me. The day she moved back to Windhaven was a relief to me, it no longer felt like walking on eggshells, but I would never tell Rhys that.

Father came out of the cabin tense, it must have been brutal whatever it was. To others the look would seem incredibly cold, and I would bet Rhys thought that as well but to me I knew what was happening behind his cold exterior. He was accepting grief, he  might not have loved her nowadays but he had wanted to once, then she simply saw him as a captor and never gave him a real chance and that she was simply doing her duty to her high lord, and had only ever been cold to him. He had told me that late one night after we returned from Autumn Court, a night the bond in my chest ached so desperately I had ended up crying in his arms. 

Father steeled himself for a moment, but yet patted Rhys’s shoulder as he walked by towards where other illyrians had started gathering including the camp lord. He exchanged words with them before he nodded at them and shook hands with the camp lord.  A few minutes passed before he was pulling Rhys to his feet with a simple shoulder pat and with a nod he pulled me into his side and we were winnowing back to Velaris. I didn’t hear anything else about Windhaven, Rhys, or mother for a while after that.

Before I knew it, my father was disappearing into the underground portion of our court to discuss business with his brother.  It was nearly a month after mother’s death before we visited Autumn Court again, when we finally did and I was meeting with father in the living room, He was looking at me sadly even though I was ecstatic  if I had done my math correctly it would be announced today that Eris and I were to be engaged and wed soon after that. I had simply summed up the sadness in his eyes as the fact he was sad he would be letting me go, the grief of a father losing his daughter to a husband. I could not have been further from correct.

I should have sensed something was off when Eris didn't greet me as excitedly. Instead this day would be full of tears and my stunned silence until I made it home. Eris had cried in my lap as he told me and begged me not to hate him or leave him. I had known about his fathers abuse growing rapidly with every one of his brothers that had been born. I had made a deal with him then and there that I would never be able to hate him, that I would never leave him alone, and that I would always be there. 

When we had winnowed back into the house, all I did was simply sink to the floor as the sobs began to wash over me. Father had wrapped me in his arms and sat on the floor with me rocking, apologizing repeatedly begging me to forgive him. He had sobbed into my hair as he held me that he couldn't lose me too and that though I had every right to hate him that he'd figure out some way to make it up to me. It would never return to the way it had been now that Mor was in the picture.

It had been a rough night after that, the pain in my chest made it hard to sleep, so I had gone down to warm some tea and honey to dull the ache and lul me back to sleep. Instead as I rounded the corner into the living room I was greeted by the sight of Rhys and father touching foreheads, father had one hand wrapped around the back of Rhys’s head pulling him to him. They had both looked up as I entered, they were dressed in fighting leathers black as the inky sky outside. Father had simply beckoned me over and lifted my head by my chin with a sad smile, I had learned that meant something isn't sitting right with him, something was making him anxious. He mentioned they would be back in the early hours of the morning and patted me on the shoulder as Rhys and him disappeared into the world around them as they winnowed, it left a smell like fresh roses. I had understood what was going on without him saying anything, he was going to get revenge for his mate. A pit quickly grew in my stomach, as I stirred the honey into my mug of tea. 

I had stayed up for them that night, anything past Rhys showing back up alone, the obvious signs and scent of becoming Highlord clung to him, was a massive blur. Blood clung to him, and he had given me a sad look and shook his head, I had screamed and sobbed, Rhys had held me there silent and covered in blood as I cried, like he had cried for mother. 

I had become a loner after that, Azriel and Cassian moved into the house, it wasn't as quiet anymore but it had stopped feeling like home that night. Rhys updated the wards around the house, no more winnowing in or out anymore, and said it was for protection. Shortly after that Cassian, Azriel, and Rhys were dragging Mor into the house as she bled out, the scent of autumn clung to her skin.  I had rushed past them out towards the balcony, manifesting my wings to rush down to Velaris so I could winnow to the Autumn Court, to mine and Eris’s spot. I had comforted Eris that day, rage bubbling just under my skin.

I had become bitter with Mor since I had heard the lie she told, since the second she began slandering my mate. I grew closer with Azriel, and Cassian slowly yet surely till I could consider them brothers myself. I couldn't remember when we picked up Amren along the way, but she made life in the house more bearable. Then Amarantha came and I lost my brother for 50 years. I had bought an apartment after a week of hearing Mor bitch at every dinner, after a week of Cassian and Azriel being distant and emotionally unavailable. I hadn’t been at the house  when he showed up murmuring about his mate, I hadn’t even known till the next day when he showed up at my door murmuring about how I moved but he needed me and was asking me to move back into the house; I sold the apartment without a second thought and was back into my old room, Mor was still everywhere so I opted to stay in my room. 

The next few years of my life seemed to rush by, Feyre, Nesta, and Elain joining our circle, well Rhys’s circle. At the beginning I had gotten along with feyre well, and I was still thankful to her for rekindling the flame in my brother but when Elain had treated Lucien the way she did I had snapped at her, I still saw Lucien as the shy young male that hid behind Eris’s legs when he first introduced us. My breaking point with Elain was when Lucien returned from a rough time in Spring and needed a good hug; I had pulled him into one and Elain, despite openly confessing she wanted nothing to do with him and clinging onto Azriel’s arm, had made a comment about how I must have been desperate to go after a male with a mate. It was after she had seen me and Azriel laughing both sweaty and laying on the floor by the training ring and had made a comment about how Azriel was taken and that I needed to stop trying to whore myself out to him.  Azriel had shot her a look of surprise at her answer, and had defended me in saying that wasn't what was happening but shortly after that I stopped training with them entirely. 

Lucien and I had gotten our own apartment shortly after, it had been my idea due to the suffocating feeling the House of the Wind had become anymore, he agreed since he was looking into getting one himself anyways. Elain shot me a dirty look anytime I was in the same room as her nowadays, but wouldnt say a thing to me after I yelled back at her and called her some not so pleasant things. Nesta had completely stopped talking with me after that, and Feyre rarely did anymore unless it was on Rhys’s behalf or on business. Needless to say that due to that strain, I had never been close with my nephew and had only seen him a handful of times since his birth.

I was shaken from my thoughts as Rhys held a cookie out to me, the promise ring on my hand glinting as I reached to take it. Rhys pulled the cookie back, dropping it onto the tray as he grabbed my hand from the air. He turned my hand every which way to observe the ring. 

“Eris really out did himself here really.” It was meant to be under his breath but the tone it came out in sounded poisonous. 

I pulled my hand back from his quickly. “Yes he did, is there a problem with it brother? I agreed to help him.” I’ll admit it came out as a hiss.

Rhys lifted his hands into the air in surrender. “Woah, woah, sorry didn't mean it to sound like that. Just made me realize how desperate he really is.”

“He's trying to reform his court Rhys! He might have to take a few more steps to do so than you did, but you did the same thing when you took over after father died.” A low blow admittedly but it worked.

“Sorry, you're right. I just wanted to check where you are standing on all of this. It's a big ask of you.” His voice was calm,his voice he used for business, void of emotion. He sat the cookies on his desk and took a seat in his chair opposite me.

“He told you I agreed, So you know where I stand. He has always been a close friend to me, if he needs my help why would I tell him no.” He didn’t need to know the whole truth.

Rhys took a deep breath in and dropped his head into his hands. “Your right, you two have always been close. I just thought tensions might be high after your blow up at Rita’s.”

My blow up?

My.

Blow.

Up?

I growled and stood quickly slamming my hands onto his desk and he leaned back in his chair with a flinch as he looked up at me. “My Blow Up? Rhysand. It was you who allowed them to speak to him like that. Do you believe my judgment to be so flawed that I can't decide who I trust with MY well-being?”

“I didn’t mean it like that, just you went off on everyone at that table. Including Mor, and she deserves your anger least, it was him who let her come into harm's way.”

I saw red for a second as the growl rumbled in my chest and I slammed my talons into his mental shield and he hissed at the contact. “Rhysand, mother above, you are the daftest fucking male I know. To fucking high on your horse to realize you are no fucking better than him. None of you are. Do you even know the truth behind what happened to those two? I guarantee you don't because if so you would be giving Cassian looks of pity, not Mor.”

Rhys slammed his own hands palm down on his desk and stood up, looking down on me to try and intimidate me into calm. “No better than he is? Please that male is nothing but his father’s son. Why would I give Cassian looks of pity? Because Mor used him? We all know that.”

His talons scraped along my shield but I didn't even wince, one thing father had made sure I was thoroughly trained on was daemati powers, from the second the power had manifested in me. It was one subject I was confident I had a one up on Rhys in.

I scoffed loudly, a bitter laugh falling from my mouth as I raked my talons across his shield again, a warning and a reminder. “You absolute fucking hypocrite Rhysand. Nothing but his father’s son? Look in the fucking mirror, or the fucking ouroboros for all I care and you will see you are the exact same. Didn’t you make a whole point when you became high lord, especially with the Court of Nightmares actually, that you were just as cold as you said father was? Did you not step back and put Feyre on display under the mountain like how Mor was on display just to save you and everyone here?”

He flinched but knew I was right so even though he opened his mouth to rebuttal he didn't push through when I sunk my talons into his shield cracking it. “No. You don't get to speak hypocrite. Mor has you all in her fucking pocket in regards to that damn story,” I shoved my wrist in his face, the butterfly tattoo on display. “I made a damn bargain with her when she realized I knew, I told her she has to come clean to you all and especially Cassian, and no I will not explain why it is not my place to tell that story, soon in exchange she promised that she will no longer be slandering Eris and if she catches any of you slandering him she is to shut it down.”

His eyes widened as he looked at the wine red butterfly. “You're his mate. Aren’t you?” His voice was barely audible but I had caught it still.

“How?” My eyes widened, and my talons slipped from their grasp.

“You defend him so viciously, and without a single thought or doubt. You tear down anyone who seeks to tear him down, even if it puts yourself at risk to be hurt. Like I do with Feyre now, or Cassian with Nesta.”

I was stunned into silence. Was I really that obvious?

“That book you were reading, about soulmates and the likeness, you were reading it about him I assume? He doesn't know, does he?”He whispered it, his own eyes still wide. I felt his talons tap on my shield asking to be let in, and I pushed back against him in refusal.

“Stay out of my head Rhys.” I hissed. “When did you realize?” I couldn’t have been that obvious, could I? Both Rhys and Lucien had figured it out within 2 days of me and Eris being back around each other.

“Just now, honestly, I just pieced it together. When you mentioned Feyre and I realized if I had seen all those eyes on her now, I would have reacted the same way as you.” His voice softened as he spoke, as the reality hit him. “How long have you known you were his mate?”

“Since we were 12.” I mumbled and looked down.

“Oh. By the mother, that's why you were always so violent towards Mor. Cauldron we were all so blind to the reason behind your rage. I’m sorry.” He sat down and I felt him pull back out of my mind completely.

I took a step back from the desk, the backs of my knees touching the leather chair. I met his eyes, disdain and anger in my own eyes. “If only it started there Rhys. Imagine if you had lost Feyre to Tamlin right after you had just gotten her here that first time. Imagine the pain that would have caused you, now imagine that pain gets worse every time you have to walk away from her with an unsolidified bond for over 500 years.” My words were venom to him. 

His eyes found mine and he seemed like he wanted to cry. “I… I couldn’t imagine Moonbeam. I’m sorry, though I know my apology is nothing to aid the pain you have felt for that long.” 

I crossed my arms over myself, retracting into myself. I had gotten my anger out, I just wanted to retire to my apartment now, just wanted to cook dinner in the kitchen with Lucien while we sang whatever songs popped in our heads. “Remember that Rhys, the next time you want to judge him, and you mock me for defending him. You and him are two sides of the same coin. I have defended him for over 500 years, I will defend him for 500 more even if I’m putting myself at risk. No questions asked. I vowed that to him when we were younger; the day we were told he was to marry Mor I made a bargain that I would never leave him alone in this world, that I would never hate him and that I would always be there if he needed me.

Rhys simply nodded. “I get it Moonbeam. I’d do the same for Feyre if she asked.”

I nodded and looked at the floor. “I know you would Rhys, you aren’t a bad male and neither is Eris. You just have to see past his own mask. I’ve just been lucky and honored to see past it from the get go.”

Rhys looked at his desk, defeated and probably rethinking his actions towards Eris through again. I picked my bag up from the couch and flung it over my shoulder, I wrapped a couple cookies in a napkin and tossed them into a smaller pocket in my bag. 

As I was about to push the door open Rhy cleared his throat. “Does he know?” I shook my head and he sighed. “Okay. I trust you, you know what you're doing acting like you've been courting him right?”

I let out a sad short laugh. “Actually Rhys I honestly don’t have a clue. But he needs me. He asked me to do this for him, and why would I tell him no? I know I’ll probably get hurt in the long run, but what if it's the exact opposite? What if we go through this whole thing and he realizes one day suddenly that I'm his mate, that it's always been me? I can't give up hope because I might break my own heart. I can’t be selfish like that Rhys. If I get hurt I get hurt, but at least I still have him in my life somehow.”

Rhys nodded. “Be careful, okay? I'll always be here with cookies and the stars.”

I pushed the door open softly and looked back over my shoulder at him sadly. “I hate to burst your big brother and father mentality bubble right now Rhys, but you stopped being there before you left for Windhaven. You stopped being there after mother snapped at me, don’t try to be now please.” I let the door click behind me. 

The walk to the balcony was quick, the early night chill greeted me as I manifested my wings and flew down towards the landing of my apartment. I landed on the metal steps right before the small porch area me and Lucien had set up with a small table and two chairs, the wards whirred as they unlocked and music greeted me as I pushed the door open. Lucien was home, thank the mother Lucien was home, I needed a good fucking hug after that shitshow with Rhys. 

Music blasted from the kitchen, from the little enchanted mechanism Lucien had brought home with him a couple missions ago. His bright orange hair was pulled into a loose messy bun on top of his head, and he greeted me brightly spatula in hand, though once he had looked me over he set it down and rounded the counters enveloping me into a hug.

“You look like you had a shit day, what happened.” He rubbed my back softly.

I would die for Lucien’s hugs, he gave the best ones in the entirety of Prythian. “Rhys found out about the bond between me and Eris.”

“Oh?” He sounded worried

“Yeah.” Simple, easy.

“Oh. I’m sorry.” He'd make us spiked cider tonight and we'd forget this evening happened.

“He tried to talk down on Eris.” Anger, yet I hadn’t the energy to be angry.

“You beat his ass?” A sweet effort to make me laugh, and it actually worked.

“Close enough, I put him in his place for sure.” I snickered into his shoulder.

“That's my sister that I know.” He snarked.

I shoved his shoulder and pushed away from him. “I’m not your sister.” 

“Correction: Not yet.” He snickered loudly.

I rolled my eyes at him “I'm gonna go change.” I took my bag off my shoulder, grabbing the wrapped cookies and pressing them to him. He happily took them, popping one into his mouth and sitting the rest on the counter, I sat my bag on the coffee table. 

“Oh!” He waved his cookie at me. “You had a delivery come while you were out.”

“Just my dress Luc, wanna see it?” I raised my brow at him.

“Ohhh there is so much more than ‘Just a dress’ there love. There was only one bag from here. The rest are autumn court tried and true. Gifts from my brother I have no doubt.” He smirked at me.

“Luc… What am I about to find in my room? How much stuff is in there?” I questioned.

“Just your dress, and stuff to get our new roommate adjusted to life in night court.” He hummed smugly.

“OUR NEW ROOMMATE? LUCIEN WHAT AM I ABOUT TO FIND IN MY ROOM?” my eyes widened.

“I don’t know you haven’t named him yet.” He disappeared back into the kitchen and I turned down the hall to rush into my room.

I pushed the door open slowly just enough to peek into my room, low and behold I heard a happy little bark.  A few bags were stacked on my bed, a small fluffy bed was laid on the floor and happily nested in it was a small fluffy shadow hound.

“By the fucking Cauldron. LUCIEN WHAT THE FUCK.” Lucien’s laugh echoed down the hallway from the kitchen.

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[sherlockig]

Hello my little grieving friends (aka my CREW!)

I just want to talk about how much our flag means death has given me. I have not had internet friends since i were a teenager. They all kind of disapeared over time in the same way as high school classmates went away. I have been on this blog on tumblr since 2010 and i have never experienced what ofmd has given me. Not even in my very derranged ca 5 year long sherlock-era did i get to befriend and know this many amazing people who live in my phone. Some of you have come and gone and that is life, but some of you are still here and I hope I get to keep you here for a very long time. Max can not stop us and I want to be here with you until tumblr is put down like the beloved rabid pet it is.

I think we are all taking the news very hard and I think it's important to remember what it is all about really. It's about love and family and above all else the crew so i just want to show some love for my beloved mutuals. And i hope maybe some of you will be inspired to do the same because its what we need in these dark times. We need to be a lighthouse guiding each other to shore.

First of all @gentlebeard - Ella💕 my beloved honey 🍯 I can not explain properly or even believe how lucky I am that I found you and that I get a little good morning from you every day. We have been talking every single day since the first message over a year ago and I don't remember or want to remember how i survived before that. I will treasure the time i spent drinking pina coladas on your balcony in the sun forever and i hope i will get some more time on that balcony this summer. I have found a pirate bar in Sweden so we can continue our expensive pirate drinks theme that we started in Berlin. There is no one else i want to spend 6-8 hours talking to over the phone.💕My partner in crime, lasagna partner and floor person or whatever nicknames we have come up with during this time. You are not just the perfect friend to have, you are also funny, sweet, smart and a expert at making fanvideos that make me cry my heart out and laugh my lungs up - sometimes at the same time 💕💕

@blakbonnet - Meow my darling💕 you were the first one i really started to talk to in the fandom and i am so glad i did. You brighten my days and i love talking to you you brilliant humanbeing (i often find myself thinking i have listened to much to cabin pressure because i struggle to use any other word than brilliant to explain things.. the Arthur runs deep in me) also thank you for being my personal skincare guide in life!! Your fics, your art, your edits, your gifs, your meta the whole you make my dash a better place and we are all happy to have you! There is nothing you are not good at and i am both a bit jealus and impressed by you. Its Meows fandom we all just live in it 💕💕

@youshouldseemeinadeerstalker - Nes my dear💕 We may not be talking very often but I know I always have you there. I loved our vacation together and we had so much to talk about that we didn't even realize that the same song kept playing in my car so long that it messed up my spotify wrapped. It was amazing taking naps with you outside ruins of castles and in botanical gardens and living together in the worlds smallest hotel room. I hope we can get lost together in more cities than Hamburg and Copenhagen. (preferably without rain and sickness and maybe with a map) 💕💕

@darkinerry - Marlena 💕 its a pleasure getting weather and work updates from you and i am always interested in knowing what you have been up to and what you have to say. It brightens my day, please never stop!! Your videos and gifsets can make any day better and you are always kind and funny which are two things i appreciate hugely in my friends!! 💕💕 + You have the coolest haircut out of all my mutuals 😌

@aha-my-villainous-thoughts - Ash my wife💕 my love💕Nothing can make me scream, blush and giggle as much as your fanart. You have this style of everything you make from fanart to dolls to interior design that is so special and breathtaking. One day we will drink so many lattes in a cosy cafe and then sniff lush products for the rest of the day. 💕 You are always there for me - as a online shoulder to cry on or to motivate me with the smuttiest wips ever. I am happy to be mutual married to you 💕💕

@bizarrelittlemew - Ida 💕- my thirsting for rhys brother in arms. I can not imagine tumblr without your gifs or your posts. I love screaming with you over a picture of rhys darbys bicep. I am so happy i got to meet you this summer and i really hope it will happen again. We are not that far from each other, just some miles and a stupid bridge; we can make it. You are always a sweetheart and an incredible friend who write the hottest fanfiction ever💕💕

@dickfuckk - josh 💕 (who I also thought for a long time was called tyler) I dont know where the fandom would be without your bts blog! its a international treasure and a service to humanity. i don't know how you do it. 💕You always have everything i have ever been looking for and as a bonus you are witty and funny like no one else. I am so happy i got to meet you and spend a whole day in your company! 💕

@izzy-b-hands - Holden my absolute darling!💕 I am so glad I got the chance to get to know you! You are smart, funny and kind and my izzy mutual tm. You are always there for me with kind words and I am still forever shipping izzy and the third badminton brother which I think is the best headcanon I have ever helped coming up with. 💕

@funforahermit - Kristina 💕 Your love for Rhys and your gifs are a staple on tumblr and my dash. I know where to go when i need someone to understand how hot Steve is (even if we have agreed that he is yours and Murray is mine which i still think is a fine deal). I very often make or see a picture of Rhys and my first thought is "I NEED TO SHOW KRISTINA THIS" so you live rentfree in my brain 💕

@rainbowcrowley - Addi 💕If i ever start playing wow again you bet i am gonna be talking your ear off about my little frost mages progress but in the meantime i am happy to have you on my dash and even if we don't talk that much are you a beloved part of my dash and brighten it daily.💕💕

@fandomsmeantheworldtome - Maria💕 You were one of the very first people i found in this fandom and your gifs might have helped my rhys obession taking form. You might be into many things I have never heard of but its a pleasure seeing your excitement over everything. You are always a ray of sunshine and i love that so much💕💕

@tabbystardust - Tabby dear💕 You are the kindest person I know who I always get the strongest need to hug and hold close. Your fanart is beyond this world and i adore it like nothing else. Its always both hot and soft in the best way ever💕 I am always excited to get kitty updates and to hear about your ramen receipts. I hope we can still meet at the con next year! I am game if you are!! 💕💕

@hummingbee-o0o - Humming 💕 (i dont know your name sorry) I am always excited to hear your thoughts and metas about everything ofmd related as well as your beautiful art. 💕 it was a pleasure to scream about season 2 after every watched episode!💕

@xoxoemynn - Emy 💕💕 i am so happy to be mutual with you! 💕You always bring joy to the people who get to be around you and fill my dash with the same. We might not talk often but i know you got my back! That is the kind of person you are!💕

@saltpepperbeard - Jodi💕 No one write tags on tumblr dot com like you. There is nothing that can cheer me up more than see that one of my posts has gotten a whole ass novel written in the tags and then i instinctively know that its you who have left your wonderful mark. You are always excited and such a lovely human to be mutual with. 💕 And on top of that you make incredible gifs that make my heart stop!!! 💕💕

@autumnbois - Kai 💕💕 I hope you are doing okay. We might not talk much right now but you were there for me when i needed it most and you are a good friend to have living in my phone.💕💕 I will think of you whenever i see something related to scream and your love for piccrew always make me smile💕

@edsbacktattoo - Jams, jams jams! 💕 We are never online at the same time because of the damn time differences *shakes fist* but you are a staple in this fandom. Your art is incredible and you are the sweetest cookie in the jar. You are funny and always spread good energy to everyone around you and I love that with my whole heart💕💕

@kiwistede - Sam 💕 Your love for stede and rhys is unmet and i love you for that. You are always a good source for some rhys darby insanity and we all know that is what i treausure most here in life! 💕💕

@stedesearring - Kaitlin💕 You are the sweetest and kindest soul out here always spreading joy and love like the sun of my dash. 💕 I always love seeing you and i am happy to have the pleasure to have you as a friend in my phone! 💕💕

@stedebonnets - Ara 💕 Where would we be without your gifs?? without your joy?? without your blog?? without you?? No one knows! I am so happy to call you a mutual and friend and you always bring a smile to my face. Always!!💕💕

@appleteeth - Liz 💕 No one is quite as normal about rhys darby as you and it a pleasure to watch! Speaking of pleasure.. your fic the slightest touch is an all time favorite of mine and i would be embarrassed to tell you how many times i have read it... you are one of my mutuals that i am baffled that they want to follow me. Its a privilege! 💕

@as-a-creww - Caroline dear 💕 You are a beloved mutual and your blog are a permanent part of my dash and i want to keep it like that! you are the friendliest of the friendliest and what is more important than that?? 💕💕

@nandorisms - Ed dear💕 Your shameless reblogs makes the world go around. You are always sweet and a much needed wwdits addition to my life. I count you as a dear friend living in my heart!💕

@londonlock - Londie! 💕💕 The only sherlock mutual i have left and i am very happy to have kept you! 💕 I might have left those days behind me but you know as well as i that sherlock lives in my soul and seeing some sherlock and john love on a daily basis keep me grounded and on top of that are you such a romantic and beautiful human being! 💕💕

@follovver - Tanya 💕 My fellow Swedish ofmd fan! I am very happy to have found you! its nice to be able do discuss it in my mother tongue and i hope we one day can do it live! its to bad we never met when we went to the same uni (or maybe we did but didn't know) Du är fantastisk!! 💕

@wastingyourgum - Al💕(which i always read in my head as artificial intelligence and giggle because it make me feel like you are a robot) My fellow rhys friend. You bring me doses of darby when its most needed and your blog is always on fleek 💕💕

@xray-vex - Xray 💕 100 % one of my funniest mutuals!💕💕 You make hilarious posts that no one else could even dream of coming up with! Always top tier blog content and what more can a girl ask for??💕

@jellybeanium124 - Nina💕 I can not imagine my blog without you! Your posts are always a delight and you are so nice and sweet and funny and incredible (even when you make math mistakes kisses kisses) You bring a honest joy into the fandom that we could not live without! 💕💕

@thunderwingdoomslayer - Nellie 💕 My official rhys darby gif provider who I come to as if i needed a new hit of an illegal substance. I salute you and thank you for your service!💕💕

@forestofsprites - Green my dear 💕You might have gone from ofmd to be the supernatural provider of my dash but that does not stop you from being the kindest forest spirit i know. Your presence is calming in a way i can not explain and i am glad to have you and your love for meg here.💕💕

@cheersmequeers - Kate💕💕 A big puzzle piece to bring my dash together. Always filling it with my favorite gay pirates and i love having you here. Always friendly and full of love.💕💕

@sugashook - Sugaaa💕💕 You know i am in love with your art! Your art is always on top and it bring me back to life every time. I keep the dress i bought from you on the outside of my closet so every morning its the first thing i see and it sets the day right!💕💕 I wear your art on my tshirt to the gym as often as i can hoping to lure in a ofmd fan between the weights but that has not happened yet sadly!! Never stop making your art!! The world would be at loss if that happened 💕💕

@lacefuneral - Jay 💕(should be called YAY because that is what i say when i see a new selfie or fashion post from you) You are a fantastic friend and i love your love for stede and you are always kind and patient in a way that makes me comfortable to ask you questions about something i might not be familiar with. You are forever my moth mutual in my mind 💕💕

@meanmisscharles - Charles 💕 In my head i call you charles but i don't think that is your name but i hope its okay with you! Always friendly and sweet but ready to fight the bullshit the other spread! and such a source for good music recommendations!! 💕💕

@forpiratereasons - Darcy 💕literary no one does it like Darcy! Aways bringing the best ofmd posts to my dash and ensuring i don't miss anything! You are incredible! 💕💕

@blackbeardskneebrace - Miles my dear 💕 You make incredible art both the cute and amazing ofmd art but also the gorgeous historical art you post. Its a pleasure to see you talk about history but also about our beloved gay pirates. Your snoopy ofmd art will live in my heart forever and i think it might be healing me a bit. Maybe even watering my crops and clearing my skin! And those valentine ofmd arts from last year. I am 100 % gonna bring them back this February like beloved decorations you store in the attic. 💕💕💕

@awkward-fallen-angel - Heather 💕 You are one of the sweetest people i have had the pleasure to come across. You bring a big excitement and attention to the things you like and it moves along to everyone near. I mean i have watched long critical role videos just because you spoke so warmly about them and i wanted to know what it meant. I love having you here. 💕💕

@mxmollusca - Mx 💕 (dont know your name so i am just calling you that) I mean you are an incredible writer. I have only managed to read ifwts once because i cried so much that i am scared to open it again because i might just never stop crying. You are creative and funny and absolutely totally normal about rhys darby which in my book is a very good thing to be. And besides that you are a very friendly and nice mutual who is always a pleasure to interact with. 💕💕

@poisonintopositivity - Lilias💕 We have not talked much but we have been mutuals for a very long time and i hope you know that i appreciate you greatly as a mutual and you always but the best posts on my dash!💕💕

@glam-hutchence - Birb 💕💕my dear bird lover! You are a sweet potatoe and i love reading about your love for music and the concerts you go to.💕 Its so nice to take a little part of your life. You are always there for me and i always get happy when i talk to you. You are like a little happy pill! 💕💕

@turtles-on-turts - Turts 💕 Whenever i see a turtle i think about you. Its your brand! You make amazing art! and the ones on canvas always blow me away. 💕💕 Its incredible. You are also so very pretty and i have that picture of you in your depression robe with all the pigeons imprinted in my mind because it such a cute one. You are always very friendly and i love reading your personal posts as well. 💕💕

@vonlipwig - Franky 💕 You bring me lots of normality about rhys darby but these days also a huge bunch of normality about david tennant which i appreciate a lot. You are very nice and i stand by my assesment that you have a very cool aura!💕💕

@haeva - Mar my beloved💕 You bring me my wifes emily and valkyrie and a bunch of amazing posts about everything i can imagine. You are loving and sweet and good at maths which i am always very impressed by. I love being your mutual and doing ask games with you is a pleasure!💕💕

@mykonossalome - Myko💕 When i see moomin i think of you because i know how much you love it. We dont talk as much as i would like but the interactions we have had has meant a lot to me and i love seeing you posting about the things you love! 💕💕

@cottoncandiescupcakes - Cupcake 💕 I love that you are always so excited over our boy the swede and its a pleasure to compare language with you. We can continue fighting if the swede belong to the dutch or the swedes but that is a pleasure!💕💕

@mister-brightside - Andrea my dear💕. Your art is always perfect and whenever i see a picture of izzy giving the middle finger i think about you! Its your brand and its your picture now and no one can change that. You are sweet and caring and a lovely mutual to have. thank you!💕💕

@merryfinches - Kylie 💕 What can i say more than that i ADORE your fanart. The colours the style the softness of it all is exactly what we all need in these times. Every single time it shows up on my dash it makes my heart grows softer and my love grow stronger! I love it so so much. 💕

@ofmd-ann - Ann 💕 You glorious glorious gifmaker! Your gifs are always beautiful and these last days you have saved me with your wrecked edits. As a supplier of rhys darby gifs i love you forever. You are a hero love. 💕💕

@usersukuna - Bia 💕You are a gif magician. Your gifs are perfect and you are also very kind and sweet and i am so glad i can call you a mutual! You light up tumblr like no one else and i am always happy to see you on my dash.💕💕

If you are not in this list it does not mean that i dont love you or have forgotten about you it means that tumblr has put a limit to how many people you can tag which sucks. But if i follow you then it means i love and appreciate you. 💕💕💕 And you know what? We will make it through this hard and trying times of greedy streaming services putting an end to our gay pirates show. I love you all and you know what??

We will make it through as A CREW!

[thekenobee]

actually, while on the topic of the ipswich episode: Hastings: Where is it? Poirot: Ipswich. Hastings: Oh, brilliant! Where I went before. Will there be more learning how to understand people? Poirot: No, Arthur. I think you understand as much about people as you ever will. Hastings: Thanks, Mum Poirot! What a nice thing to say! Poirot: Case in point.

BEHOLD- Ipswich episode meets Poirot! Cabin Pressure + Poirot (Part 10)

[novasdarling]

Sorry to put in another, but thinking about Hawks with a darling who he likes to let his hunter prey instincts kick in. He's taken them, maybe out to a cabin in the woods. Giving darling little opportunities to escape. Her thinking it's by accident but he likes the chase. 💀🖤 No pressure, ignore if not interested haha 😅

Hehehe, I love the good ole predator-prey dynamic! But I can imagine in the beginning he just does it without saying why. Confusing and scaring the poor reader.

Hunting

TW: Kidnapping, Yandere Themes, Predator-Prey Dynamic, Mentions of Noncon.

The door was unlocked. Hawks had never even so much as left a window unlocked since he took you. You could see through the crack the locks weren't in. All you had to do was twist the handle and open the door. You didn't have to go through his several locks. The critical part of you knew something was wrong. Hawks was brilliant, a perverted monster, but intelligent. Maybe he forgot? No, he never forgot anything when it came to you. Your mind pondered what was happening. Questions and questions echoed in your head. Yet, no real answer surfaced.

Your hands itched at your side, begging to open the door. To get the hell away before he came back. He hadn't been out long, you had a chance to put some actual distance between you and him if you ran now. Your legs carried you closer, even as your mind opposed. This was a trick, a trap. He wouldn't be so careless after all he's done. After all the time and effort he put into getting and keeping you with him. You knew better after all these weeks to think anything was a mistake or an accident with him. No, Hawks was calculated. Nothing was left to chance. Even with this change in scenery, the cabin was not simply a "couples getaway" as he said. No, it was a place smaller than his home. Fewer rooms, less space for you to hide from him. Hide from his touches, his advances. There was always a motive behind his actions, behind his decisions. This door was no different. Yet, as your hand reached the doorknob. Your perception of him faded. All your mind could focus on was the word "run".

Your body sprang into action once you opened the door. Pushing your body out of the thresh hold. Out of the door, out of the cabin. You hadn't even put shoes on. Feeling the dirt on your feet. Ignoring the way twigs would poke and jab at them. It didn't matter. Nothing did, all that you cared about was running. Running as fast and far as you could. You didn't have money, not enough clothes to keep you warm at night. No real plan of what to do after. All you could think of was to run.

Your body had carried you farther than you thought it could. It wasn't until you had run about five kilometres straight before you felt the weight of it. Your legs felt heavy, your lungs even worse. You had been locked away for weeks without much movement unless it was in bed with Hawks. Your body wasn't used to this. You needed a break. Needed to rest for a bit. You made a good amount of distance between you and the cabin, right? A small rest wouldn't hurt, he wouldn't be back for hours anyway.

Sitting against a tree, you stretched your legs. Trying to catch your breath and get ready to keep on going. Closing your eyes, leaning your head against the tree. Letting yourself relax and cool down. Even with your eyes closed, you could enjoy the sun and breeze on your face.

You were out. That was all that mattered right now. You were out, enjoying the fresh air. Enjoying freedom. However, that voice was back. "He wouldn't leave the door unlocked" rang in your head. He was calculated and always prepared. It wasn't right to suddenly have all those locks not in use. Your thoughts were cut short.

The sun vanished for a moment as a gust of wind hit your face. Opening your eyes. Staring into the sky you were met with a clear blue sky. The sun was still there, no clouds. The wind was even calm. Could you have imagined that? Was the fear of running really causing you to imagine that? Looking at the sky, you stood. Looking around, trying to figure out what that was. The sky was clear, with no clouds. Even the branches were still. The trees were beautiful. Full and green. Looking around you admired the scenery. You had missed this.

A pop of red caught your eye. It was small and high up. A cardinal you assumed. So, you watched. Waiting for it to fly away, but it didn't. It stayed in the same position. So still, unnatural. Perhaps an early red leaf. It wasn't until the red made you nervous, forcing you up and to continue your journey that it moved. Floating down slowly. Falling closer to your feet than it naturally should of. It wasn't a cardinal. It wasn't a bird at all. No, it was a red feather. Much too larger to be of any bird you had seen. You could feel your heart rate race back up. Breathing became difficult again. You knew that feather. Knew what-who it belonged to. You've seen that feather hundreds of times. Laying around the house. On the furniture. Covering you in the mornings. On him, on his back. Attached to his wings. It belonged to him. It was Hawks' feather. How could you have missed it? It was so clearly his shade of red.

The panic was rising again. You felt nauseous, like bile was rising in your throat. He was near. He had to be. He was aware of his feathers at all times. That meant it was planted, that he was-

"There you are."

It was him.

Without thinking you ran. Ran as fast as you could. You made it this far, you couldn't go back. You wouldn't let him take you back just to keep you locked up again.

You couldn't see him, you were staying focused on the path ahead. Weary of any low branch or raised root that could hinder your getaway. Even without looking up, you could feel his presence. Feel him close by. Feel the slight breeze from his wings. At any moment he could swoop down. He could come down and pin you to the ground.

"Oh come on, don't be like that."

He was laughing at you, while you were fighting for your life through the trees. Trying to stay upright and focused. All you could hope for was there had to be a point where the trees become too thick for him to see you, or even swoop down at you. But it never got to that point. The trees were always bare enough for him to make his way down. Occasionally he would. You would feel the pressure of the wind against your back as he dipped lower. The flash of red by your head and his stupid laugh. He was having fun. Enjoying himself as he watches you cry and run. Fighting for your life.

Your legs were giving out. You weren't made for running, especially not this far with no training. Looking around, searching for somewhere to hide for a moment. Luckily, you were granted some kind of mercy. There were a few trees growing closer together than the rest. Creating a thicker skyline and a few fallen trees to hide under. It wasn't much, but if he wanted you he'd have to come down and drag you out. A better mercy than this chase.

Heading toward the trees. You took cover under a few of the smaller ones that had fallen. He couldn't see you directly anymore, but he knew you were there. You watched as his shadow circled the area a few times.

"Given up already sweetie."

"Go to hell." Your temper got the better of you.

Hawks laughed at your response. He was sick, enjoying himself. Getting off on your fear. If only people knew the truth. That he wasn't some kind of sweet hero boy they made him out to be.

"Oh come on. Just come out already. I'm not done yet." So this was some sort of game to him. You were being chased for his amusement. Fuck, you were an idiot. He left the door unlocked on purpose. You should have listened to yourself. He wanted this, wanted you to run. Like always, you were playing his game.

"Please, please just stop."

You wanted this to end already. You didn't want to play his game anymore. You were an idiot for thinking you had any real chance. Any hope of getting away from him. Even if you could get away from him physically, he had money and power. You had nothing. Where would you go? Who would you tell? You had no one, while he had everyone.

Hawks made his decent down. Landing by your hiding place. A few steps before the trees got too thick. He was smiling while cocking his head to the side, ducking low to meet your gaze. Enjoying the view before him. You cowering beneath the trees, trying to hide from his site. While your heart was pumping with adrenaline from fear. His was pumping with excitement.

Hawks circled the trees. He was trying to coax you out. Get you to follow him back willingly. Trying to get his win to come to him like every other time.

"This was fun, but it's time to go home now."

"You look so cute. Now how about we go home. It's getting late and I'm rather hungry."

His words meant nothing to you. He was just getting tired of watching you be so pathetic. Wanted to get you home, back into his domain.

Soon his words turned sour. He was getting tired. Walking around, his words turned to teasing and mocking.

"You didn't get far now did you?"

"You really think these trees can keep you safe?"

Of course, they wouldn't. Nothing could keep him from you and as he dipped below the branches and snapped the few that got in the way of his wings. He proved that. You watched as your safety was being broken into.

"I-I'm sorry Haw-"

"Don't call me that."

"Please Keigo, please-" "Shhh," Hawks had gotten a few feet from you. The trees only were a nuisance for him. "We had our fun, let's go home."

Hawks dragged you out from your hiding place. Putting his arms around you as he walked the two of you back. It was awkward and mostly quiet, but there were burning questions at the back of your mind. Searing and needing to be asked.

"You did it on purpose didn't you?" "Do what?"

"The unlocked door, all of this."

"Oh," Hawks let out a chuckle. "Of course, I wouldn't be such an idiot to leave the door unlocked." You knew it. "Though apparently, it doesn't matter much. This was the third time I left the door unlocked this week."

He did it on purpose. He wanted this. Wanted you to run. Wanted the chase. Perhaps even wanted a reason to punish you. You could never truly tell with him. He would say one thing, but then his actions would want another.

As you two walked home, all you could think about was whether this game was enough for Hawks, perhaps he wanted a reason to punish you. Fear and confusion ran through you, but all you could get from Hawks was his joy. As the cabin came into view. Hawks only smiled and laid a kiss on the top of your head. Nothing made sense with him. Even after all this time, you still had only gotten the basics of staying on his good side. Of understanding the might hero Hawks.

[mjn-air]

[politelymenacing]

I cannot tell you how jealous I am of people who are discovering him for the first time through Good Omens because you get to experience all of this for the first time. (Although, tbh Cabin Pressure doesn't lose any of its brilliance on the 100th listen)

A crash course in all things John Finnemore!

Now that we've all suffered watched Good Omens S2, and realized how incredible the one and only John Finnemore is - or possibly just wondered who the hell that man is, let me give you a little introduction to his works!

The most important one first:

He'll probably hate that this will be first one, but ya'll need to know about this. Yes, you will be playing it for the rest of your lives. Yes, you will inflict it on everyone you know. No, you will NOT regret it.

Next up we have the most wonderful Cabin Pressure where he plays Arthur Shappey (after writing the whole damn thing - yes, its funny as hell with an oustanding cast, and yes it will break your heart but i can't stress it enough, it will have a happy ending! Yes, that's a spoiler, but I think this one will be overlooked as we've been through enough heartbreak for a while, no?) It stars John himself as Arthur, Benedict Cumberbatch as Martin, Roger Allam as Douglas and Stephanie Cole as Carolyn. (There are guest appearances by the great Anthony Head as Herc!)

Here's some small excerts from each episode - you can purchase them here or keep an eye on BBC Radio (4), sometimes they do repeats!

Then we have his wonderful Souvenir Programme which IS repeating on Radio 4 right now!

And last but not least because that one will forever have the specialest place in my heart - Arthur Shappey's Lockdown Diary!

There's 26 episodes, getting us through the very first Lockdown back in 2020! Just check them out - I've always adored the man (because he's a sweetheart and the nicest man I've ever met, he's smart and funny and comes up with some insane storytelling!)

So yeah, this is all i can think of right now! Check out his stuff - and leave the man some love!

He deserves the damn world!!!

[mr-craig]

Now it's been delivered to its intended recipient, I can show off my latest cross stitch project: The Lemon is in Play. It's inspired by John Finnemore's brilliant radio sitcom, Cabin Pressure. I designed the pattern with Stitch Fiddle, using a stock photo of a lemon, some typeface references, and a list of all the shades of yellow that were already in my stash. I'm super happy with how it turned out, and my bestie was delighted with it too!

[copaline]

WIP Wednesday is here!

It's that time again! WIP Wednesday is upon us!

@man--eater (Yeah I know you don't go here but you did it to me!)

@i-prefer-base-twelve (I NEED TO KNOW MORE ABOUT THAT KIDS AU)

@punedrr (Girl I know you got something!)

@ancharan (Loved your fic and your art!)

Besties, you have been tagged!

No pressure to share but I'd love to see what you have! And as always, if you see this and want to join in, please do! Consider yourself tagged by me! The banner is free to use!

Anyway! As you may or may not know, @punedrr and @mask-knife-is-scarecrows-girl straight up failed as my impulse control and I started a little one-shot spinoff of Horror Vacui called The Dealer and the Oracle!

It's a fix it fic that answers the question "what if someone had rescued a young 1982 Model Ford as he was being tortured by Bill"! Here's a little snippet of the upcoming Final Chapter:

It was surprisingly easy to get into a daily rhythm.  Fiddleford took to Jheselbraum just as Leaf knew he would.  Peace, calm, stability, that was the gift of the Axolotl. The Oracle was an extension of his will, a universal constant, a healer, a seeker of order, in a word: Unswerving. If Bill was a raging inferno, Jheselbraum was the ancient forest sheltering the lost and watching the centuries drift by. Her very presence was soothing, and the longer Fiddleford remained in the cabin, the more his mind healed and his real personality shone through. He was brilliant in his own right, but also thoughtful and given to manic creative bursts. Leaf often came back from her excursions to a new robot or mechanical creation built in the spur of the moment. Leaf now understood why he and Ford were friends. If someone could fix the toaster by making a tiny clockwork welder, and smile at you while presenting his creation like a little piece of sunshine, how could anyone resist?  Leaf had fully expected Fiddleford to hate Ford, or at the very least resent him. However, all the anger he had melted away when he saw the bruises under the bandages. Although Leaf did her best to keep to herself, she saw the worried looks and the softness with which he held Ford’s bandaged hand. There was something in those moments that felt familiar. It was the ache of a person mourning an echo of what could have been.  She was sure he was blind to it and didn’t have the words to describe it, but Leaf knew what it was. He was mourning a dead path, a possible future that no longer existed and would never come to pass. Leaf paused for a moment to observe them from the doorway, before walking away.  Possibility beckoned and they all had their part to play. Leaf had, of course, introduced herself to Ford during one of the few times he had been awake. He had looked at her blankly, without a hint of recognition in his blue eyes. Their effervescent dreams were truly forgotten. Moreover, he stared straight through her and locked eyes with Jheselbraum. His paths shimmered in the Oracle’s presence and Leaf had merely smiled before excusing herself without him noticing.  His attention was elsewhere. His muse now had a rounder face and seven eyes. Good.  It made it easier to fade into the background. And so every morning, Leaf woke up, walked by Ford’s doorway without disturbing him and fled down the hallway as though there were still a Neverwere snapping at her heels. The world was far more bearable once she put some distance between herself and that bedroom. The promise of a fresh cup of coffee certainly didn’t hurt. She poured herself a mug and breathed in the scent.

[o-uncle-newt]

TEN: it's just really good, y'all

This is a short one because it's Day 1 and I already posted something today, but I mean, Cabin Pressure is fantastic, unbelievable hit rate.

I made this tier chart of the episodes and as you can see, it's a bit sad in terms of how poor a job it does in terms of actually ranking them because I love so many of them so much:

It's not even definitive, I spent so much time fiddling with it! Basically, for me S tier is any episode that I have kind of emotionally imprinted on, A+ is basically just Rotterdam because I do think it's hilarious but it never captured me in quite that way, then there are a few that I think have fun but are a bit more outright flawed, and then the five episodes that I actually actively dislike. But, like, seventeen of twenty seven episodes are SO GOOD that I couldn't get any of them out of my S tier, no matter how much I tried! (And I really, really did!)

It's just crazy to me, because there are very, very few shows that I can think of that have this high of a hit rate for me- and for most shows I like, what I consider D tier here would be considered a mid-range episode of them. The overall level of quality is just remarkable.

But it's crazier because the episodes in my S tier... many of them I have listened to literally dozens of times, if not over a hundred for some of them. I wish I could see stats because as unlikely as it sounds, it wouldn't surprise me at all if I've broken 100 listens on Limerick at least. On one level, I'm a rewatcher/relistener in general and rarely get bored, but to me Cabin Pressure takes it to another level in terms of relistenability. I can listen to pretty much any of my faves at pretty much any time, I never get sick of them, and yet they always feel worn and comfortable like a good pair of slippers. It's so soothing, but I also laugh the same as if the joke had been fresh.

This is just so key to the show's being as much of a comfort listen as it is- it manages to be consistently hilarious despite being familiar. Knowing the expected beats of a joke can sometimes take the zing out of it in future listens, but I can't remember that ever happening for me. Maybe it's the brilliant plotting and characters that keep that from ever happening- but the comedy itself just consistently works for this. It's amazing.

[captainwinterrsoldierr]

Nightmares and Daydreams

Synopsis: reader has a nightmare and sneaks to cabin 1 to be comforted by Jason.

Warnings: mentions of violence!

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“Jason!!” You screamed. He got struck down by an enemy. All around you your friends struggled. You stumbled over to Jason with your twisted ankle. The pain screamed at you but you pushed it down to make your way over to him. He had deep wounds in his abdomen. He was in and out of consciousness. You ripped a piece of his shirt and pressed with pressure onto his wounds.

“R-ru-run y/n get out of here while you can,” He heaved. You shook your head and let the tears stream onto him. “I would rather die here with you than leave you abandoned,” You sobbed. He coughed out blood. His eyes were dancing around you. You were losing him.

You cupped your hand to his cheek and made him focus on you, “stay with me Jason! Stay here with me listen to my voice!”

He didn’t respond for a second. He took choppy breaths, “you’re an angel my love….. an absolute…” his head fell.

Your eyes widened with fear, you shook his shoulders, “JASSSSONNN!!” You screamed.

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“Gah!” You sat up from your bed in your cabin. You r pillow was stained with tears. You touched your face in a panicked way. You heard the soft snores of your cabin mates.

“You’re ok you’re ok y/n. Jason is alive and he’s sleeping in his cabin right now,” you whispered to yourself. You start to lay back down slowly. You glanced over at the clock in front of you, it was 2am . It wasn’t long into the night. You slowly close your eyes but images of the nightmare spewed into your memory.

“Stop stop stop!” You rustled back and forth in your sheets. No use. The fear of Jason dying was now implemented into you. You laid waiting to let the sleep succumb you. But it wasn’t happening. You sighed and went to the bathroom. You brushed your teeth, slapped your face with water and didn’t feel any better.

You decided you needed to see him. You tip toed quietly leaving your cabin. You made your way to across the cabins being extra careful. You bowed when you passed hestia’s hearth. ‘Don’t snitch on me today please Hestia, You thought.

Finally you reached the grand cabin of Zeus. You slowly opened the door. The creaking of the door echoed in the cabin. You mentally noted that so you can add oil to the door later on. You turned and heard Jason’s soft snores. Immediate reassurance filled your heart. His bed faced away from the giant angry zeus statue. He slept on his stomach. Half his faced burrowed into the pillow. He cradled the small plush you had given him as a gift.

You smiled softly at him. He was beautiful and perfect to you no matter what he thought about himself. You gritted your teeth as you slowly tried to crawl into the bed. You didn’t want to wake him up. You propped yourself onto the bed and slowly crawled next to him.

He jutted and opened his eyes, “AH!” He sat up and his body shook with specks of lightning.

“SHHHH JASON,” you whispered yelled. His sleepy eyes screamed confusion.

“Y/n! I’m happy to see you but why are you here you’ll get in trouble!” He said rubbing his eyes.

Your expression dropped and you frowned, “nightmare,” you breathed in, “you- you got killed and it was just awful I couldn’t sleep anymore after that I needed to be with you.” Your eyes filled with tears again.

His expression softened, “oh babe come here.” He grabbed your arm and pulled you close to his chest. His muscular arms engulfed you with warmth. A few tears dropped onto his arms.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to wake you, I just got so scared,” you murmured.”

“Shh shh it’s ok I’m here my love I’m here. I’m not dying, I’m not going anywhere. I promise ok. I love you y/n.” You felt him kiss the back of your head.

Your worries melted away. In this crazy life of being a demigod. You only felt truly safe in his arms.

“Now sleep Princess, I am here with you now."

You flipped over and nodded. His brilliant blue eyes gazed into yours. He cupped your face with his hands and leaned in. He kissed your forehead, he kissed your left and right cheek. And finally he kissed your lips. His kisses made you feel like the only girl in the entire world. You wish you could stay here forever, embraced in his arms.

“I love you Jason.”

" I love you too dear."

You flipped back around. You felt his arm loosely hug you. And you slipped into pure bliss. You dreamed of a future for you and Jason. You and him getting married and having a life beyond camp half blood. It was a beautiful dream.