#earnestly answers

[earnestly-endlessly]

Do you still have the PDFs of yahtzee's fics? Is it possible for you to share them? Thank you! I hope you're having a lovely day!

Hi anon. I do have all of Yahtzee's fics saved. Just send me a private message (the smiley face on top of your dashboard) and give me your email address so I can send them to you.

[blossoms-phan]

dan is so fake he’s always like “this is your chance to ask us important, hard hitting, deep philosophical questions” someone asks how do you feel having an entire generation look up to you and he’s like physically? yeah haha we’re so tall 🤪

[ophernelia]

the "meanest" thing i'll say today is to please google that question before you send it to me. particularly if it is a general question. like "how do i install tray files?" you can google that. there are youtube videos that show you how to do things like that. even with making cc. there are so many tutorials out there. and it's not to be mean or to just deny you my labor, but encourage you to take advantage of the resources we have at our disposal. there are so many great creators who already have extensive tutorials out there and they're easy to find. please support them. do not take the luxury of being able to do independent research for granted. you need that skill.

[simplydnp]

Dan really being horny on main for his man what a simp lmfaooo (I won’t speak on how I’m slowly dying inside thinking about the level of comfortability he’s had to get to even post something like that for everyone to see.)

exactly my thoughts anon. i cannot process the earnesty that's veiled by the sarcasm here. 'ahah. ocean eyed loser' meanwhile i can't Not perceive the use of 'ocean eyes' in the first place

[creative-clawmarks]

What finally broke Alex to actually kill Amy?

That thing came back, the one that made him this way. He thought his work was done but it came back and he didn't do anything to summon it or aggravate it, it just came back.

And he didn't want to do it, and if he could take it back he would, and he doesn't know if he was in control of himself, and all he remembers is feeling a hunger so agonizing it was like he was being torn in half and then the next thing he knows Amy is dead.

And he wasn't about to let that thing have her body.

[ratatatastic]

quite honestly we should have a canadian whos sole job it is to make a finn giggle do pressers together more often just for the chaos

if i had a nickle for everytime this happened id have two nickles which isnt a lot but its weird that it happened twice.

2024 nhl global series finland game 1 postgame interview | 11.1.24 (x)

[poprockspillage]

bf and i came to the conclusion that the reason otacon was Like That at shadow moses was bcs he was really high and was not prepared for any of that shit

[plaidos]

sending in my own lustful appreciations for you~

I know you're over 6' but I'm curious how tall you are on your knees~

actually im basically 6ft on the spot.... and ive never been measured on my knees 🤔

[frobby]

I CANT BELIEVE YALL WERE RIGHT ABOUT HIM

[magicicephoenix]

Would you like a Jelly Baby?

sure :) i've never had one before. are they good

[bytrauma]

[ 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥 ] : unable to handle their fondness towards receiver, the sender lashes out and they end up in a heated argument 👀

How   does   it   get   to   be   this   way?   The   rush   of   his   own   emotions   leaves   him   restless   and   eager,   and   he   has   begun   to   no   longer   recognize   the   person   he's   becoming.   Always   adamant   on   remaining   alone,   having   found   a   great   deal   of   serenity   within   the   confines   of   his   solitude.   To   be   alone   was   to   be   without   problem,   and   to   be   without   problem   meant   a   life   with   no   worry.   He'd   done   his   time,   ached   through   the   years   of   his   feelings   dependent   on   the   moods   of   those   around   him.   There   was   a   moment,   there,   in   his   time   spent   away   from   home   -   a   realization   that   draws   upon   him,   that   he   never   had   to   feel   that   way   again.   How   could   it   be?   Alone. 

So   it   went,   and   yet   Maddy   had   come   along   and   seemingly   struck   a   chord.   Had   he   ever   been   the   same   since   his   eyes   first   laid   upon   her?   Absolutely   not.   There   was   no   going   back,   and   his   stomach   turns   at   the   very   thought   of   it   all.   He'd   gone   from   being   utterly   content   in   his   solitude,   to   wishing   for   her   presence   in   even   the   simplest   moments.   In   a   perfect   would,   this   wouldn't   be   such   a   painful   detriment,   but   coming   from   where   he's   come   from   -   he   knew   this   would   only   bring   him   pain.

It   becomes   apparent   now.   The   tension   pulls   too   hard,   and   every   string   that   keeps   them   composed   snaps   before   their   very   eyes.   A   heavy   breath   draws   from   him,   and   he   allows   her   the   space   to   vocalize   whatever   it   was   that   simmered   beneath   her   skin.   It   helps   none   that   the   conditions   of   their   dynamic   were   less   than   favorable.   Who   would   he   be,   really,   to   get   entangled   with   someone   like   her?   His   head   throbs,   and   the   tension   that   builds   within   his   frame   is   just   enough   to   set   him   off. 

It's   unfortunate,   really,   the   way   his   time   spend   in   Parris   Island   has   made   him   grossly   immune   to   anyone   yelling   in   his   face.   He's   composed.   His   jaw   slack,   and   if   you   didn't   know   any   better   -   you'd   assume   he's   totally   unbothered.   Far   from   the   opposite   lay   his   reality,   feeling   the   way   his   chest   pangs   with   the   desire   to   pull   her   in.   Silence   her   mouth   in   the   only   way   he   knows   how.

“We   don't   need   to   do   it   this   way,   Maddy,”   his   voice   punctures   through   her   own.   “Fight   it.   I   mean.   We   don't   need   to   fight   whatever   this   is   between   us   like   this.”   There's   a   string   of   silence   from   him,   evident   that   his   mind   is   racing   with   all   the   right   things   to   say.   It   feels   like   a   game   he's   never   been   destined   to   win,   and   he   wants   nothing   more   for   the   earth   to   swallow   him   up   whole.   Every   fiber   of   him   wants   to   reach   out.   Pull   her   in.   Alleviate   whatever   conflict   resides   in   the   forefront   of   her   mind.   He's   unsure   of   what   holds   him   back,   why   he's   suddenly   incapable   of   acting   on   impulse.

He   settles,   a   hand   reaching   out   to   take   her   hand   in   his   own.   “It   doesn't   have   t'be   this   complicated.   Y'know   that,   right?”

[zmediaoutlet]

happy wincest wednesday!! you used a crowley gif so ..what did he hear in 5x20 that convinced him they were together?

Absented from the playing field he may be, but Crowley sees no reason not to keep the radio tuned to the broadcast. As it were. The morons really are blundering their way to the apocalypse but he thinks, hopes, prays (or whatever passes in his crippled heart as praying) that they manage to pull through. He really has zero interest in finding out what fresh sort of torture Lucifer may invent if he wins; Michael's victory, so far as he can imagine, won't be much more pleasant. His imagination, unfortunately, is rather good.

The morons manage not to give up the Michael sword to heaven. Barely. Crowley's on the run from half of hell and isn't terribly impressed. A charming bungalow in the Seychelles, cheerily bright for tourists, is his most recent hideout, and he closes his eyes against the sunlight and holds the charmed coin between his hands and his mind flows across oceans and continents to -- good heavens, a stretch of abandoned highway not far from Van Nuys, California, where it's a dark midnight and that ridiculous beast of a car is parked under a tree, hidden even from the stars, and he hears:

Seriously, you okay? // Stop asking. // Just checking in, man. I mean, I don't know if your lungs bleeding is a weekly thing for you but it seems, you know. Not great. // Dean, I'm fine.

Typical. Talking about their feelings, per tedious usual. Very little makes Crowley more relieved to be a demon than hearing humans go on about their bleeding little hearts.

What are we going to do? // I don't know. Going out with a bang was pretty much my only play. Don't suppose Lucifer'd be cool with deciding the whole apocalypse thing over a game of checkers. // Dean-- // Or, I don't know. Yatzhee.

A laugh. Very short.

I was so... pissed at you. // I know. // Like, really. Like, if Cas hadn't done it for me I might've tried to pound your face in. You've just... // I've what? // I don't know. Not like you don't got every right, but... you've been scaring me, man. How you haven't been...

A longer pause. Hasn't been what, Crowley wonders. Dancing? Practicing his Estonian? A rustle, and then a sharp hiss of breath, and then this scratching noise. Stubble.

Been a long time, Sam. // You remember? The last... // Before I went down. 'Course I do. In Colorado Springs, that motel with the... cowpoke motif. A/C was busted and I think you were trying to fuse with my back, or something. Woke up welded together, practically. // I know it's -- it's screwed up, man, and I know I haven't -- if you didn't want -- // Sammy-- // I'm just saying I miss it. Miss you. Feels like -- I don't know. If it all falls apart I don't want to regret this. // This isn't a 'let's screw before the world ends' speech, is it? Because, Sammy -- // I mean it. I'm sorry. But I really do. // I know you do.

Stubble, again, and -- ah. Mouths, tongues. Wet. Love, or whatever passes for it. Crowley can't see but he can imagine -- both big men, clinched there on the seat of that absurd car, gripping and grasping and pulling at each other's jackets, and shirts, and now -- yes, belts, jeans. Et cetera. Not exactly a surprise, considering everything else about them that he's ever seen or heard or known, but a bit bold to commit incestuous buggery when all of heaven and hell are looking to chew them apart. He'll give them this: it has panache.

[bumblingbabooshka]

"Everything you went through was meaningless." [St Voyager S3 E7: 'Sacred Ground']

[ace-malarky]

Happy wubwub! Is there any worldbuilding that you really want to include in a story but that you haven't managed to fit anywhere yet? A magic system? A location? A language? Anything at all?

Happy wubwub!

N oh there's a *few* I've put in as like placeholders? For worlds that I haven't yet dealt with in the Mist Worlds bc there's a lot there, you know how it goes

So there's the "Everything is underground in massive caverns because topside is toxic af" world because just like. Whole cities in caverns, man. Stupid dramatic structures along the walls and the potential abyss below and obligatory glowing mosses and how that's adapted (this is not a human homeworld)

And then there is also "this world is a series of floating sky-islands" because of course there is. That one? Has a few things written on it, technically, but I haven't yet brought up the fact that the land is floating and there are skyships. Just hasn't been relevant to Kam and the Nightgales ongoing "fuck your private menageries" questline yet

[ghulah]

belly dancer ifrit??

Thank you for your ask, Seafoam! Hmm, much to consider!

Honestly, as an Egyptian, I don't think I thought about Ifrit particularly that way. I do headcanon some characters or some of my OC's to belly dance, but not him for some reason? However if there are other Egyptians out there who wanna weigh in tell me because I love hearing different interpretations, especially since belly dancing did originate here.

I mean, would Ifrit do a little jig? Would he shimmy and dance around with whatever jinn/afareet friends he has(as afareet are a subset of jinn, who exist on a different plane from humans but exist in the same place, just invisible to the human eye)? Or maybe jam out to mahraganat (Egyptian party music) or the good old Egy-Pop? Yes, I think so! I don't know about him dancing to proper belly-dancing music or having any professional experience. Like, I don't know if I envision him in a belly-dancing suit doin that whole thing.

I do think he's the guy on the tabla(percussion) or the oud(lute/guitar) or the nay(flute) - most probably the oud, playing along while someone else dances. I think he sometimes stands up to do a few grand moves and shimmy around, maybe pop a hip or two and play around!

I might actually make a playlist of Arabic (or specifically Egyptian) songs I associate with Ifrit later. The artist I associate with him the most is Afroto, because of obvious reasons, afroto is a riff on afreet/ifrit. But his songs are very quintessential mahraganat/Egy-rap.

But yeah!! This ask actually made me think about Ifrit more, I need to like - look into him as a character further to see how I dissect him in my head lol.

By the way, if anyone's interested because of this conversation - here is a playlist of music by SWANA artists, in English and Arabic and in different dialects in some cases.

[suzuki-ecstar]

thank you catie @skitskatdacat63 for the tag! this was fun to think about!!

i included motogp bc without it all my answers would be like fernando ALONSO 💜 and that would be kinda boring

i will tag @comradejoanmir @loverpoolisms @flyingfabio @its-always-silly-season @indiangp @captainbradmarchand you can do it for either f1/motogp but please please please please i would like to know your answers 🤲

who is your favorite driver?

fernando alonso

do you have any other favorite drivers?

i also like joan mir, alex rins, and marc marquez :)

who is your least favorite driver?

max used to be that guy but now i can’t even get worked up about his utter inevitability. do you get mad when the day turns to night :/

do you pull for drivers or do you like teams as well?

i go where fernando goes

if you like teams, what team do you pull for?

my one true love in this world was suzuki motogp team bc i liked both riders and the constructor, and i will never experience that high again 🤧

actually it’s for the best that i don’t usually root for teams bc i supported suzuki and they withdrew from motogp, then i supported chip ganassi cadillac and they announced they’re dissolving their partnership with caddy. like i'm down 0-2 i need to start playing offense

how long have you been into f1?

only since 2022

for motogp - since 2020

what got you into f1?

i think there's just something visually satisfying about motogp like. the way the bikes lean into curves just scratches some itch in my brain idk. and then of course learning more about the riders, seeing their anger and joy every week, i just fell in love with the sport

for f1 - i initially started watching bc motogp was on break 😭 but i kept watching bc of the fernando alonso narratives™. what a contradiction of a man. PEEPAW 💜

do you enjoy fanfic/rpf?

i do but it is not the primary way that i engage w fandom tbh

how do you view new fans?

i think i technically am one lmao?? i try to avoid gatekeeping ofc but i do get massive headloss from seeing motogp takes on twt

if you could take over as team principal for any team, who would it be and why?

sauber bc i don’t think i could make it much worse than it already is

are your friends and family into f1 as well?

my brother is also motorsports enjoyer

my friends are vaguely aware of f1 and they’ve decided they hate this alonso fella 😭

are you open to talking to other fans/friends?

the best part of watching f1/motogp has been my moots so yes don’t be a stranger!