#god I love sober king Stan so much

[1moreoffkeyanthem]

Do you think Stan will have a junk food phase in the beginning of his sobreity?

Cause I can't see him as a smoker, unless he stayed an edgy goth teenager

I can't see Kyle as a smoker either. Nor actually being fond of alcohol

I’m with you on that I can’t see either of them as a smoker really, but I must admit I can see Kyle having the occasional cigarette moreso than Stan (I have no explanation for this other than Jwink’s Winter Butterfly lmfao). None of my versions of the characters have done much smoking, other than the odd Kenny, Kyle, and Craig. Now if Stan’s foray with the goth kids continued, definitely, though I also enjoy when he has asthma so idk. Stan’s definitely not fond of weed tho, I will stand my ground on that Randy turned him off of it for life lmao.

Kyle I see as more of a wine guy on the occasion that he does want a drink (this is probably also Jwink’s fault tbh what can I say I enjoy a lot of their Kyles), but not in excess and pretty rarely. Ofc I’m of the headcanon that later timeline OJV Kyle has his trivia night hangouts at the local bistro with Craig, but that’s the only time either of them really drink, especially with their husbands in the program.

Onto the bulk of the ask! I ABSOLUTELY think Stan had a junk food phase in early sobriety! Excessive alcohol consumption kills your appetite and depletes your body of pretty much every vitamin in the book, and I said before that if Stan looks a little more filled out it probably means his drinking is under control. Once he’s over the withdrawal hump and can keep food down again, he’s RAVENOUS especially for anything that provides quick energy. Snacky type foods in particular, mainly in the evenings when he’d previously be drinking, as a replacement habit. And while I see him as more of a salty guy than a sweets guy (ironic considering what a sweetheart he is), he went crazy on the chocolate early on. He’s definitely a chocolate guy I stand by that. Ice cream was a staple in apartment 3 for a while. I feel like he was constantly eating for a hot minute there, recovering from his final bender and once his cravings calmed down, he got a lot more normal about food, which was a relief to both himself and Ky. He has a big appetite naturally when he’s healthy, but he also has kind of a sensitive stomach (bro likes spicy things but his digestive system doesn’t rip same) so he starts prioritizing what makes him feel good again. That’s also when he starts hitting the gym again, knowing that he feels better mentally when he’s moving his body, going on hikes, working out, and out of that depressive slump he can finally face his insecurities and apply at the vet clinic. And of course that’s when Moose comes into their lives. (Moose’s lore can be found under the Mooseposting tag I fucking love that cat) I really enjoy the idea of Stan and Kyle going to the gym together too, AND the idea of Stan working out with some of his AA buddies (can u tell I just really like talking about sober Stan). He’s definitely tried to get his sponsor to come with him too lmao but Mark’s old as hell and IS a smoker “c’mon dude, you can walk the track or something!” “I’m too old for that bullshit, Superman, get one of the younger kids to work out with ya” fuck I love Stan’s AA geezers I may do another Bedtime Story with them (his sponsor is deadass based on a real person I met a few years back). Also I love the headcanon that the buddies at undrunk club call him Superman.

But yes, eatin good, staying active, making his way through bags of hot cheetos (the lime ones for sure) even though he knows they’re gonna make him nauseous, that’s a much better habit for Stanathan than drinking is!!!

[boxwinebaddie]

heeeeello party people!~ super bacteria uncle nina here using my silly tumblr to cope again ( my culture came back and it was...suuuuper fucking bad! like i knew it would be, lol! awesome! <3 thanks, god! )

but we're not thinking about, what were gonna think about is the time that ravenstan got a little Too tipsy topsy turvy on jerseyky boxwine,

( it's the cab sav one, fyi. i can't drink on all these Fucknut Antibiotics - they prescribed me the wrong one and i took it, if you can believe it; i luv doctors - can y'all believe i did this shit Sober? unREAL, brohs! )

and was on tiktok live, the dawn spawns of the world convinced him to do the 'White Boy Of The Month' filter bc he's too impressionable and what can i say;

The Man LOVES White Boys. ;) xxx

( helpsksdj )

so, he started doing it and was like 'nooooo, is /KYLE/ on this one?!?! You're Joking.' ( everyone said 'JK <3' because they all think they're jimmy valmer stand-up sit-down comedians, smh...but no, naught joking, Actually JK bc in my ncau-niverse, cd and the blondies gang are celebrities, so naturally they’re on A Lot of social filters )

so he was GOING to save The No.1 slot...for the no.1 slut ( if you will, ) my ginger gringo king, ceo of dark academic debauchery and bottom feeding ;), new jay's finest - literally - kyley b matthew broflovski; <33 ( buuuut! he's a reformed manhoe; so watchya mowtH! )

buuuuut x2 ( and i'd say it's a big butt, but it's not, it's ravenstan, so it's flatter than the sidewalk; luh you flat stanley ) Gaydhd Won Again and tipsy ravenstan got distracted by all the FINE ASS WHITE MEN and started getting philosophical about it ( that man put a lil too much #thot into those placings; he was born for it, soz )

had about two spots left ( the top and bottom spots; i am laughing ) figured that there was almost 'No Chance!' he would get jersey...

PUT /MATTHEW! GRAY! GUBLER!/ AT ONE ( Immaculate Taste, btw! he also put jacob elordi at number two because he is a fucking genius and that...really tells you Everything you need to know about my stan. like tall, could probably be a runway model, intellectual, kind of a jackass, stays fitted, accent or eccentric manner of speaking...yeah )

-- BUT HE WANTED TO BE CLEAR, HE HAD TO SPECIFY THAT HE WAS SPECIFICALLY REFERRING TO /DR. SPENCER REID/ OF CRIMINAL MINDS. WHEN I TELL YOU HE HAS NO IDEA WHO MGG IS BUT HE HAS SEEN EVERY EPISODE OF CRIMINAL MINDS SEVERAL TIMES. IT’S LIKE...HIS /FAVORITE/ FKN SHOW. AND HE DOES HAVE A FAT CRUSH ON REID. YES, I DOES TRACK; I KNOW. )

and RIGHT when he was rolling for the very last spot ranking on the filter ( that's the BOTTOM, i repeat, THE B/O/T/T/O/M of the tierlist )

...hE GOT KYLE

FUCKING

BROFLOVSKI

and had to place him at /TEN/.

-- riiiiiiight as Kyle /FUCKING/ Broflovski came out of the kitchen in the dorky ass star of david apron that sheila got him for hannukah, with his hair up and everything, holding a fork so stan could taste...

...T-THE PASTA HE JUST MADE HIM FOR DINNER BECAUSE HE'S A SWEET BEAUTIFUL /ANGEL/....and i'm talking The Very First Bite Of EXTREMELY DELICIOUS KYLE Pasta that he put ZUCCHINI IN JUST FOR STAN BECAUSE HE IS ( what? ) AN ANGEL!! FROM hEAVEN!!!!! AND THE WHITE BOY OF THE /YEAR/: TAKE YA JERSEY SLANDER SOMEWHERE ELSE: HE'S MY WHITE BUOY UVF FOREVA!

...proceeded to Blow On It ;-;, s-so stan wouldn't burn his mouth... ( bc rav always gets too excited and burns his mouth; nooo :c </3 ) and asked him why his phone was blowing up w/ people tagging him in thirst traps of 'That Supa Nerdy Guy From That One Crime Show' and asking him if stan tweeted something about him cooking bc people keep telling him that he's 'Cooked'. SHKDLDHLKS HEEELP.

And....

*rawr xd home mid/hschooled ravenstan vc*

Scene. <3

[flyboytracy]

Okay but what if Scott rly was Alan’s dad?

I was gonna post this for Earth & Sky week if I managed to complete it but it’s smol Tracy’s birthday and it’ll probably never see the light of day otherwise so why not :D

I’m always a ho for an AU so here’s one I started over lockdown called ‘Okay but what if Scott really was Alan’s dad’

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Long before International Rescue was a thing, the Tracy boys had lived on a farm in Kansas. It’d belonged to their late mother, God bless her soul, and these days it only grew crop for an environmentally friendly fuel because Tracy money came from technology instead of the earth.

The boys’ famous army father was gone for days at a time and there was plenty of rumours why that was. Mrs Wyatt who lived down the lane from the Tracys said she’d heard the man was alcoholic and probably had been for a long time because his teenaged son had been looking after the rest of them since his poor momma died. She saw them troop past her gate every day on their way to school and back, and then to the park on the weekends when their pa’s jet wasn’t on the drive.

Mr Colton, who lived at number fifty-four said he’d taken his son to the pool at the same time that the Tracy boys had been there without their father as usual. He told Vera that he’d overheard the youngest chattering away to the red-headed one about a rocket he’d called the TV21 until the eldest had overheard and shushed them. According to Mrs Johnson who was friends with Ms Hernandez at the school, Col. Tracy had budding engineers, astronauts and a future Olympic swimmer at the home he never seemed to return to. Instead it was Scott and Virgil who took their brothers to swim meets and galas and even to the Cosmosphere. Ms Hernandez could find nothing to complain about because all four of the Tracy boys grades were above average and threw off the teachers’ bell curves when it came to subjects like science and math.

That Scott boy sure had his hands full with three brothers, his own future and a possibly alcoholic father to look after, so the whole town was surprised when he went and knocked up the Austin girl after being crowned king and queen of their grad ball. Not much ever happened in the backwater towns of the sunflower state so everybody knew about it the morning after the night Pa Austin went round the Tracy’s farmhouse to have it out with the Colonel.

The rumour mill had been on fire for months after that because Mrs Johnson had been having her usual perm when she’d heard Ma Austin tell Shirley all about how her daughter’s boyfriend had been going to leave their small town after graduation. She’d seen the way the Tracy boy cared for his brothers and had expected he’d give up his plans to join the military if he had a kid of his own at home with her.

To the town’s surprise, it turned out that the Colonel was actually a long distance father and not an entirely absent one. Pa Austin had stormed to the farmhouse that night with his shotgun in hand, only to be greeted by a hologram of the great Colonel himself, sat eating dinner on a beach somewhere as his boys ate dinner round a table in Kansas. Austin had gone round with the aim of threatening at least one Tracy with his shotgun but hadn’t got that far because Colonel Jefferson Tracy could still dominate a room from over a thousand miles away.

According to Pa Austin, his fancy hologram was just as tall as the real thing and pretty sober which put paid to Mrs Wyatt’s theory that he was an alcoholic. In fact he was a Big Apple businessman now, and a darn good one at that because by the end of the evening it had been decided that his eldest son would join the GDF as planned and the child would remain with its mother but want for nothing. Tracys took care of their own and Pa Austin said he’d realised that when the colonel’s youngest boy had kept interrupting their conversation to show him trash he’d found in the pond at the park and Tracy hadn’t brushed the youngster off at all.

The big holographic man had promised they’d feed the ducks at the weekend, which meant half the town was hanging around the park come Saturday morning.

The youngest had appeared first, full of joy and enthusiasm that his older brother didn’t share as the red-head was dragged across the grass to the pond. The second eldest was close behind them and had a couple of toy boats in his arms which left the eldest Tracy boy and his father to bring up the rear.

They were deep in conversation when they appeared, the Colonel strolling along easily with his hands behind his back like an old fashioned gentleman. Scott was by his side and gone was the little boy always running to catch up. In his place strode a man and it was rather disappointing really.

The Tracys moved away shortly afterwards. Stan the mailman said he’d seen fancy suits taking pictures of the farmhouse and the Tracys had paid for their mail to be redirected but he couldn’t seem to find an address. The Austins had an address for the Tracys, but they also had a pretty hefty NDA in exchange for a very comfortable lifestyle and weren’t much inclined to break it just to satisfy everyone else’s curiosity.

It all died down after a while and people got bored of watching Sophia get bigger. Her old flame might’ve flown out of the picture but his presence sure was felt around town when Sophia got her own car and fancy place on the Tracy’s dime.  Ms Hernandez said the colonel had insisted Ms Sophia continue her education alongside being a momma to his first grandchild and Shirley heard there was a job at the Tracy’s family business when she wanted to get out of Kansas.

Nothing exciting happened in their little backwater until the day a private jet landed on the main street and Sophia was whisked off to give birth at a very fancy hospital. According to Ma Austin, she had a private room and the colonel had parked his jet on the roof since his son wouldn’t make it back in time for the birth.

They did seem to be a good family, the Tracys, even if they’d disappeared off the face of the earth in the past eight months or so. The only trace anybody could seem to find of them was on the Tracy Industries website where each son had a mention in the CEO’s bio but real information was scarce. They disappeared off Ms Hernandez’s records and there was nothing about them on any government website. Nobody was truly surprised that the Colonel had chosen to disappear because they’d come to realise a few things after reading his bio. For one, the fella was a billionaire several times over and two, he adored those four boys of his more than anything because his words about his achievements had been clinical but the paragraph about each of his sons’ achievements had made old Mrs Johnson cry.

Of course everybody wanted to know what happened but the Austins didn’t have a lot to say. The Colonel was a very nice man who didn’t seem to have taken offence to Ms Austin’s actions. He’d offered her further education and employment instead of the lawsuit most men in his position would’ve filed. There were rumours the fella was working on a top secret project that’d change the world, but in their little backwater there were rumours about everything.

Alan Tracy didn’t pay attention to any of those rumours as he grew up with his momma in a sleepy little town in Kansas. The little boy loved many things including his momma and their house that had a big garden with a tire swing and a sandpit he used to re-enact grandpa landing on Mars. He loved ice cream and going to the park and he even liked Kindergarten ‘cause he got to draw pictures of his family and space.

But what Alan Tracy loved most of all was his daddy. He didn’t get to see him a lot ‘cause he was learning to be a pilot like grandpa, but every Friday evening a fancy car arrived to take him a little way out of town where grandpa’s jet would be waiting to take him to the island for the whole weekend.

Sometimes grandpa flew it but he had lots of meetings around the world so other times he’d see Uncle Virgil through the window and squeal with excitement ‘cause his biggest uncle had the best toys. He was gonna be an engineer and could fix any of Alan’s toys, even the one that failed a moon launch. He had Alan’s undying love ‘cause the little boy could hang from his arm like a monkey and  he had lots of fun stories about his daddy. They were best, best friends and Alan liked to crawl into that big plaid shirt and bug him ‘til Uncle Virg showed him pictures of when daddy was little.

Uncle Virg wasn’t always around though ‘cause he was studying in Denver but that was okay ‘cause Alan had two more uncles to play with. Johnny didn’t really like to play but when he was home he let Alan play with his telescopes and taught him all about space.

Alan loved his daddy but he thought he might love space even more. He loved it when Johnny took him up to the peak of the island in the dark and they sat for an hour to watch for shooting stars. Alan had fallen asleep once on the big fluffy blanket and the best thing of all was when he woke to find daddy had an arm around Johnny’s shoulders and Alan had been drooling on his shirt.

“Hey, sprout.” Daddy had smooched his forehead when he’d noticed bright blue eyes staring up at him with joy, “I love you. John says you’ve been learning about the stars some more.”

“There’s Ursa Major!” Alan had stood up to be able to point out the little pinpricks of light that made up the Ursa Major Constellation and he still hadn’t been taller than his daddy, “Johnny says Ursa’s a big bear like Uncle Virg.”

“Johnny told you that, did he?” his daddy’s laugh had made Alan feel warm right down to his bones and he’d dived for a hug. Impossibly long arms had folded around him and Johnny, drawing them both into the safest place in the universe for so long they missed most of the shooting stars and Johnny made them go away so he could see the rest. Alan didn’t mind ‘cause dad swung him up onto his shoulders and let him get wet on the rocky beach by the villa since it was bath time anyway.

Alan loved Sunday mornings on the island when daddy was home. Alan liked to wake him up by bouncing on the bed ‘cause the sky was awake so they should be too. And then they’d get dressed in matching blue swim shorts and go for a run around the island and if he ran faster than daddy on the home stretch he was allowed to jump into the pool like Superman. Gordon was usually in there by then and kept an eye on Allie doing the doggy paddle in the shallow end whilst daddy went to get breakfast out the fridge. There was something cool that beeped super loud that time he tried to moonwalk on the bottom of the pool like an astronaut and Uncle Virg had dived in like a bowling ball to fish him out. Gordon had laughed a lot but Uncle Virg hadn’t even smiled ‘til daddy gave him one of those hugs that made booboos stop hurting.

Alan really loved his uncles but he loved his daddy most and it was hard to stand on the runway with Uncle Virg to wave goodbye. Uncle Virg didn’t seem to like waving goodbye either so Alan always held his hand to make him feel better and did his best to be like daddy so Uncle Virg wouldn’t miss him too much.

He seemed to end up being more like John as a couple of years passed and everything in his life changed. Grandpa took him to London to get measured for a suit for daddy’s graduation and he didn’t understand why Uncle Virg kept frowning at Gordon for laughing about daddy’s graduation from big school. He asked Uncle Virg what was so funny, and then Grandpa and Grandpa’s weird professor friend who used big words Alan didn’t know yet, but none of them seemed to know and even daddy missed a step when Alan asked him on their way to the fancy dinner Grandpa was hosting at his penthouse in New York for his newly graduated son. Daddy never ever missed anything which was annoying when Alan was trying to get hold of Gordon’s cookies but he’d breathed air the wrong way and Uncle Virg had to thump his back a few times.

Daddy had talked about how cool Alan looked in his little gray suit and Alan had been so happy he’d forgotten about his question ‘til after dinner when they were still at the table and he’d pulled himself onto Grandpa’s knee ‘cause Uncle Virg and Gordon were being loud and he’d been a tired little boy by then. He’d tried one last time to find out what was so funny about daddy’s last graduation and Grandpa had rested his chin atop Allie’s head.

“Your momma and daddy had you after his last graduation.” Grandpa rumbled, “You were quite an unexpected surprise for your daddy, but a welcome one. Gordon likes to remind your daddy about what a big surprise you were.”

“Your daddy was a surprise too, as I recall.” Grandma Tracy was sat with Grandpa and Alan loved visiting her but sometimes she made him cookies and he didn’t love those.

“I love daddy, not cookies.” he mumbled tiredly and fell asleep right there at the table.

That meant he missed the way his Grandpa coughed to quieten his four boys because he had something real important to discuss with them. Scott knew what it was, and Virg had an inkling because it was difficult to disguise underground excavations from a highly skilled engineer. They were sat together with Virgil’s elbow resting on the back of Scott’s chair and blue eyes softened when he realised where Alan had got to.

Alan had managed to sleep through the inaugural meeting of International Rescue and life was never the same again after he woke up.

[et-lesailes]

only for you

pairing: ransom drysdale x reader

word count: 1633

summary: you are a popular socialite married to the wealthy ransom drysdale and mother of his two children he is absolutely in love with. there’s going to be a photoshoot at your house for an upcoming magazine feature starring your family, but ransom wants to have some fun first.

themes: romance, fluff, smut

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The alarm sounds over the bedroom speaker at 5 AM, making you and Ransom stir and grumble incoherently under your breaths. “God, I can’t remember the last time we woke up before the kids,” he mutters lowly, wrapping his arms around you tightly. “Makes me actually miss the mornings with Ani coming in at 7 and jumping up and down on us until our internal organs are completely fucked.” You laugh softly, snuggling close to your husband as you bury your head into his chest. “We’ll be back to our routine tomorrow, but we’ve gotta get through this busy day first…” You smile thoughtfully as you glance up at him. “I’m kind of excited, though. Our first magazine feature with Auden. Remember how cute our shoot was with Anais two years ago?”

“Mm. How could I forget?” He smirks slightly, drawing you even closer in his warm and protective hold. “My two gorgeous girls, all dolled up and posing pretty for the camera. And Jesus, Ani was only one and she was a fuckin’ natural. I’m going to be scaring off a lot of boys when that girl grows up.” You laugh softly, playfully tapping on his nose. “At least just let our little girl have some social life, yeah?” You finally sigh, sitting up in the lavish California king bed and stretching your arms. “C’mon, babe, we gotta get up. The stylists and crew are gonna be here soon.” He groans but sits up too, wrapping his arms around you again and leaning down to bury his head into your neck from behind. “We don’t even need stylists. Look at us, we’re a couple of the hottest people on this damn planet.” You giggle softly, turning your head to kiss his cheek. “Well, would you care to join this hot person in a hot shower?” you murmur, and the man grins wider, growling in pleasure as he nips at your neck. “Hell yeah. Quick, before one of the kids wakes up.” 

You smile and hop off the bed with him following close behind, entering the large master bathroom and turning to face him with a playful smile as you walked backwards towards the shower. “If only Auden could be appeased as easily as you can,” you tease, lifting your silk camisole off your head and tossing it aside on the floor. Ransom bites on his lip hungrily as he watches you, already removing his shirt and pants. “Shit, babe, you’re just so goddamn gorgeous. Come on, take it all off…” 

You giggle and reach into the shower to turn on the water before unhooking your bra, stepping out of your matching shorts and slipping off the lacy panties underneath. “You’re lucky I want you so bad I don’t feel like teasing,” you murmur, taking his hand once he’s fully stripped and lightly pulling him into the shower with you. You sigh in pleasure as the two of you wrap your arms around each other, enjoying the warmth of the several shower jets on either side of you as well as the gentle waterfall feature on top. He leans down and kisses at your neck as he runs his massive hands over your smooth body, broad fingers exploring your breasts as he massages and gropes. “We’re on the same page then, baby doll, though I can’t help but make you want to squirm just a little…” 

You can’t help but moan as he teases your nipple between his fingers, his other hand sliding down your waist until it reaches your thigh, squeezing firmly. You gasp softly as his fingers reach your entrance, rubbing against your folds as a cocky smirk crosses his lips. “I love how sensitive you are for me, sweetheart,” he murmurs huskily, pushing one finger inside  to pump deeply. You grip his biceps as you tilt your head back, whimpering and rolling your hips as he keeps going. “As much as I want to make you cum for me over and over again,” he mumbles with a playful sigh, “I’ve gotta fuck you nice and hard before I’m supposed to behave for the rest of the day.” You smile breathlessly, humming as you dig your nails into his skin. “Oh? And are you actually going to behave?”

He removes his fingers and starts pumping his erection, guiding it to your entrance and pressing himself against you. “Mm. Don’t I always for you, sweetheart?” You can’t even roll your eyes at his mischievous smirk, due to the fact that you’re too occupied moaning as he enters deep inside you. You’re closing your eyes in absolute bliss, your hips rocking back and forth as he presses you up against the shower wall, increasing his pace. “Fuck, baby, your body’s still so perfect even after having two kids-- how is that even fuckin’ possible?” He grunts as he grips your waist tightly, teeth tugging on his lower lip. The sounds of your moans and groans filling the cavernous shower, he continues fucking you nice and hard just as promised- you feel yourself reaching your climax as you pull at his wet hair, practically panting. “Ransom! Fuck, Ransom, I’m close!” 

“Shit… me too, babe…” he growls, his hands cupping and squeezing your ass roughly. You place your hands on his chest, looking up into his eyes breathlessly. “Cum inside me, Ransom, please…” He doesn’t need to be told twice; he releases inside you with his jaw clenched, his groan hoarse and guttural. “Fuck. That was so good, baby doll.” He slowly relaxes his muscle, keeping himself inside you for a few moments before finally pulling out, breathing heavily. “Hoping for baby number three, sexy?” he teases, and you giggle as you catch your breath, running your fingers through your wet hair. “Why not…? I’d say we make pretty great babies together…” 

He smirks, scooping you up into his arms under the shower as he kisses you passionately. “Damn right we do. Nothing would make me happier than to have another baby with you, Y/N.”

“Look at how pretty your mama looks, angel.” Ransom smirks proudly as he carries your three-year-old daughter while you’re getting your hair and makeup done for the photoshoot. You barely nibble on your lip as you smile, trying not to move your face too much in order for the woman to apply the makeup. “Mama’s soooo pretty!” Anais gushes, clapping her hands and making you laugh softly to yourself. 

You can’t help but stare at your husband and daughter every chance you get; the four members of your family had the most adorable outfits picked out. You and Anais were wearing matching cream colored dresses  while Ransom and Auden, your ten-month-old, had similar colored suits with slightly darker accents. Ransom had already finished getting ready, and a stylist was currently getting Auden dressed on his changing table. Once you were finally finished, you thanked your own stylist before standing up and going over to your infant, cooing fondly as you stared at how adorable he looked. “Look at my handsome boy! You look just like your Daddy, you know that?” 

Ransom comes over, chuckling softly as he gazes at his child. “He really is a little mini-me. And Anais is the spitting image of you-- look at how gorgeous she is, hm?” He bounces his little girl up and down, making her laugh in delight. You smile and pick up your son once he’s all dressed, straightening his tiny bowtie before reaching over and gently tucking a strand of your daughter’s chestnut brown hair behind her ear. “Both of our children are absolutely beautiful. I can’t get over it.” You sigh happily, taking a hold of your husband’s arm and leaning up to give his cheek a kiss. “I love you and I love our family so much.”

“I LOVE YOU, MAMA!” Anais suddenly cheers happily, clapping her hands and making you, Ransom, and even her little brother laugh. “What about me, princess?” Ransom pokes the little girl’s cheek playfully. She giggles and hugs her father tightly. “I love you tooooooo, Daddy! And I love Auddie, and- and- and Bella, and Elsie, and-”

“Okay, okay, angel, we’re going to be here all day if you list all of the dolls you own.” Ransom jokes, and you raise an eyebrow playfully. “And whose fault is that?” He blinks and scoffs in defense. “What? I like to spoil all three of my babies, is that a problem?” 

“Dada!! Dadadada!” Auden babbles, reaching out to grab his father’s finger. You and Ransom chuckle watching him until the crew signals that they’re ready; it’s time for the home shoot to begin, and you couldn’t feel more grateful for your lovely home and perfect family as the four of you sit on the couch, Ransom holding your beautiful girl on his lap and you holding your handsome son on yours. You do a series of photos-- some with the whole family, individual shots, adorable photos of Anais and Auden sitting together on the polished hardwood floor surrounded by their many toys, and then couple photos with you and Ransom. 

You smile as you gaze up into your husband’s eyes, one hand resting on his chest while he holds your waist. “Let’s get a kiss!” the photographer calls, and Ransom smirks. “Uh, gladly.” He leans down and kisses you with a natural intensity, one hand moving to the back of your neck and holding you close. You smile as you happily kiss him back- for a moment, you forget about the several people surrounding you. 

“Thank you for being so good to me, Ransom.” You whisper, gently holding his face in your hands. He presses his forehead against yours, his blue eyes filled with affection and natural devilry. “Only for you, kitten. Remember that.”

[mikenewtonhateblog]

My oc’s aka too long of a gd post

The “BL” Crew (does not stand for boys love I’m just a moron who made that abbreviation before knowing what it stands for). My main crew and main series, a lot is a big WIP right now as I’m slowly redoing the first book and all the lore. Why? I love torture. Book is fantasy type but I won’t specify what.

Lacie, the protagonist. God tier idiot, bisexual bipolar depressed MESS, insomniac, former theater kid, doesn’t know what she wants out of life but currently it is not This(plot of book). Hot headed, impulsive, crude, rude, Mommy IssuesTM, would rather be taking a nap right now, rules are made to be broken, absolutely fucking FERAL, more bags under her eyes than the airport lost and found. 5’5, 130lbs, Aries, age 18, white as shit like literally the whitest human you have ever seen, strawberry blonde hair in a 2011 Hayley Willaims haircut with long bangs, the darkest brown eyes you’ve ever seen that stare directly into your soul. Lanky, no curves, body of a 12 year old boy but works out so she can and will kick your ass and thats a threat. Not human?

Josh. Soft boy, smart, Lacie’s cousin and only friend for like the first 18 years of her life, autistic anxious mess who’s special interest is anchient egyptian history, is in honors classes, despises math, passes out when his girlfriend looks too cute, just needs a hug. Can eat a whole carton of easy mac if left alone, whole wardobe is the same outfit just different colors/hoodies, sensory issues, seriously can someone give this guy a hug. 5’9, 150lbs, Pisces, age 18, mixed (half whatever flavor of white Lacie’s family is [they don’t even know its just some scandanavian shit and irish], and half mexican on his mom’s side), medium olive skin with freckles and moles, dark chocolate brown hair that’s a bit of a 2009 Beiber cut, warm brown eyes, not beefy, a lil thicc and self concious about it but squishy boys are GOOD. Gets bit by a werewolf so now he is one his mood on it is “thats a lot to unpack but let’s just throw the whole suitcase away”.

Zander. There is not one braincell in this man, himbo KING, pansexual dumbass with undiagnosed ADHD, no impulse control, head empty and full at the same time, PTSD, his fashion sense should be an actual crime, gets in fights to feel something, basic requirements for him to be attracted to you: kick his ass. Drinks his respect women juice, sees a folding table and must immediately launch himself on it, chaotic, cannot drive a car and will not, food aggression and eats enough for 3 people but never gains weight which is ILLEGAL, him and Lacie may be a couple.....but in this house we stan slow burn, he talks in caps and every sentence either ends with a question mark or exclaimation point, likes romcoms. 6’2, 190lbs, Sagittarius, age 19, austrailian roots and has the accent but is from [REDACTED FOR STORY REASONS], white, dorito shaped with long legs, blueish black hair that’s long and messy, dark navy eyes that match his hair, bigass neck scar from [REDACTED]. Not human

Peter. Gay dad friend who is TIRED of having to be in charge of a bunch of teenagers, only one with full functioning braincells, lowkey a genius who loves engineering, mixes magical technology with human technology because he likes to play god, is he ever sober? No one knows, will kill for a bottle of single malt, his fashion sense? Tastefully expensive suits perfectly tailored. Likes building his own weapons that no one else knows how to even use, generally non-threatening but can get scary if needed. 6’4, 140lbs string bean man, Scorpio, age 179 but looks early 30s, I know I said Lacie is the whitest human but he’s even paler like a literal sheet of paper with scandanavian roots/ancestors were vikings or some shit, blonde hair styled like 2013 Brendon Urie lmfao, light crystal blue eyes. He’s a vampire and was born one.

Danielle. Tiny, sweet, queen of girls supporting girls, comments on all her friends instagram posts with 20 emojis, LOVES fashion and has a wardrobe that would make anyone jealous, oozes feminine energy, only child and parents are in love still, gets exactly 8 hours of sleep each night and wakes up looking like a disney princess. Just because she is small and cute doesn’t mean you should underestimate her she WILL fuck your shit up. Quiet when angey which is terrifying. Josh is her bf and she loves him so much but also loves teashing the shit out of him. Legally cannot cuss, polite, used her high heels as a weapon once, speaks like 5 languages because studying them is her hobby, gardens, hugs everyone. 5’0, 110, Taurus, age 18, mixed (half french-american, half Korean-american), glowy skin always, PETITE frame aka the friend everyone can pick up when they hug, long past her waist curly brown hair, bright green eyes. She’s not fully human as she has fae blood in her and this gives her the ability to talk to and control plants. Flower crowns for everyone

Becca. Theater kid who would die to sing in Wicked and has the vocal range to do so, cannot wait to graduate and go to her dream college which she got into and a scholarship, closeted lesbian bc her whole giant family is extremely catholic and she feels like not dealing with it, “no boys allowed in bedroom” rule is her favorite joke, chill, middle child of 5 siblings and just wants some peace and quiet for ONCE. Her fashion sense is “I’m dropping subtle hints I’m gay but only to other gays”, has a black belt and took self defense classes. 5’6, 145lbs, Virgo, age 18, Latina (cuban and mexican mix), darker brown skin with light freckles over her nose, athletic build, eyebrows on POINT, bright caramel eyes, short light brown hair cut in a bob, has a tiny nose stud, always wears a blue friendship bracelet her gf made her. Human

Anika. Calling her a bitch/slut is a compliment, bisexual, a bit of a mean girl but she grows out of it give her time!!! Is always Too Much, the horny friend, favorite color is red so thats almost all of her outfits, loves to show off her body as much as she can because she’s hot and knows it and thrives in her own confidence. Her mom is literally like Regina George’s mom from Mean Girls but married a rich man 20 years older than her, Anika doesn’t know her bio dad but thats fine neither does her mom and her step dad is nice and does his best to be a dad. Becca’s gf, always hanging out at her home so Becca can get some quiet because Anika’s an only child and has a pool. 5’9, 135lbs, Gemini, age 18, white, long layered dark reddish brown hair, teal-blue eyes, swimmers body type (I normally do not mention bust size but she would want the internet to know she was blessed with big bahoogles so there you go), can sprint in heels. Half mermaid (boy was that a surprise considering her mom doesn’t know who her father is LOL)

Rex. Nb uses they/them he/him pronouns but honestly will respond to any, goth lite, only attracted to men and ace, can read minds so knows all your secrets, mischevious little shit, great friends with Zander and enjoys his dumbass thoughts and that he’s basically a human version of Jackass, wears too many rings, goth boots for kicking and fashion babey, always has the freshest memes and will not hesitate to roast in the group chat, hangs with the girls most of the time. Chaos god who loves making art, be gay do crime, skateboard and spraypaint. 5’8”, 165lbs, Leo, age 18, Native American, masculine frame, dark brown skin, blue eyes, firetruck red shoulder length hair that’s usually in a ponytail, knock-off gucci sunglasses just for judging their friends. Has magic in their blood so not entirely human and can cast spells and shit (don’t roast me its a wip and I’m doing my research)

Sam. Boho goddess, aromantic, makeup and nails are always instagram worthy, quiet and stoic type but losens up around close friends, Rex is her best friend, has some trauma and doesn’t want to talk about it, emotionally numbed out a bit and wants to purely vibe. Has seen some of the worst parts of humanity and wishes she hadn’t, finds no point in being bitter or resentful though because that won’t change anything, loves cats and once she moves out shes adopting one or three. Has wine aunt energy. 5’4, 200lbs PLUS SIZE QUEEN, Scorpio, age 18, Filipino (her parents are immigrants fun fact!), really olive skin sometimes has a grey/green tinge to it, dark brown almost black shoulder length hair, gold-hazel eyes. Sam’s the victim of a family curse that requires her to consume human hearts to survive, she can transform into a pretty scary looking being and uses this curse to hunt down pedoph*les, r*pists, murderers, and abusers. The less often she feeds the less human she looks, hence the constant grey/green tinge to her skin. 

Andy. Baby of the group, must be protected at all costs, 100% didn’t sign up to be in a friendgroup of 90% monsters but highkey loves it, trans, bi, anxiety MAXED, just wants to draw comics and cosplay spiderman, has to babysit his two younger sisters a lot because his parents are....not great, and as a result now knows all the lines to Tangled and The Little Mermaid. Big nerd energy, has to draw on everything including homework, gets inspiration for comics from his friends, awkward and socially anxious, drinks way too much tea and will accidentally steal your pens. Fears include: crowds, thunder, tall angry men, tiny spaces. Just trying his best. 5’2, 100lbs BEANPOLE BOY, Leo, age 16, white (irish and scottish roots), freckles absolutely EVERYWHERE, orangey red hair thats in desperate need of a haircut, chocolate brown eyes, braces, chronic nail biter. Human and kinda wishes he wasn’t.

That’s it for now if you read all this bless u thank u here is my whole heart. Please no discourse, literally these are fictional people I’ll never publish the books they go to.

[mgkconfessions]

I have lots of thoughts running around my head right now so please bare with me 😂. I am living for Colsons shaggy hair. Also his protesting for BLM made me fall more in love. We love a woke king.& I know this isn’t a Pete blog but can I just say how damn proud I am of Pete for going to therapy & putting the drugs away! Completely sober, not even smoking weed anymore 🙏🏽. I pray he rubs off on Kells and not the other way around. Love them both so much & just want them to be happy and healthy ❤️

I don’t like the hair, it’s too long, but maybe he needs to keep it for his role in the Western movie. We absolutely love and stan a woke king and golden god! ^^ Kells is in his element when it comes to the protests and I love him for it! :) I’m very happy for Pete too that he isn’t afraid of going to rehab and talking to a therapist! It’s very brave to do. It’s amazing that he is sober and I wished that Pete and Mod Sun would inspire Kells to become sober or at least leave any other drugs than weed away :(. His close friends around him are sobering up, it’s about time for Kells to do the same. I hope that they will always bring the best out of each other, so they can thrive in life together :)!

[flibbertigiblet]

Episode 1: FORESHADOWING GALORE

Was it a perfect episode? No. The pacing is still a bit iffy, the dialogue bland, and important scenes felt rushed/undeveloped. But did it give me hope and/or satisfaction? Yes. Light on action, but heavy on foreshadowing, this episode lays the groundwork for three of our favorite theories – Dark!Dany, Political!Jon, and Jonsa.

As I’ve mentioned elsewhere, I never thought that we would get all our theories openly confirmed in the first episode. The showrunners are giving us the last moments of calm before the storm, and it makes sense that they allow the viewers to enjoy Jon’s homecoming and the various reunions between several beloved characters before they hit us with the major twists those theories entail. What they do instead is pepper the episode with strong hints of these outcomes. In this post, I’ll be highlighting the plot points and dialogue that support these theories, rather than going through the premiere scene by scene.

Let’s jump right into it. This is a long one.

Arrival at Winterfell

After a heartfelt hug with Bran (and thank the gods that we finally get a semblance of humanity from the Three-Eyed Raven in this), Jon turns to Sansa, who had been watching their reunion with a small but fond smile on her face. As Jon rears up to embrace his “sister”, the camera makes sure to cut away from them to focus on Daenerys and Jorah, watching them from a distance. Bran is kept in frame, observing their reactions. Sansa too, turns her gaze on the newcomers, even as she wraps her arms around Jon.

I will admit to being disappointed that the reunion hug between Jon and Sansa was much briefer and less intense than what we got in the HBO trailer, but in retrospect, that fact makes me go “hmm”. After all, they chose that particular sequence to be the first and only snippet from S8 to show in that trailer, despite the episode’s truncated version of the hug (or any other scene from the season, really) being a possible option. A photo of this scene shot from yet another angle from a Spanish(?) publication was circulating the internet only days ago. D&D want us to pay special attention to the relationship between Jon and Sansa.

Podrick Dany certainly is.

Dany and Sansa eye each other from across the courtyard, before the former approaches the Starks. As Lyanna Mormont and Lord Royce stare at her with suspicion, Jon makes introductions.

“My sister, Sansa Stark, the Lady of Winterfell.”

“Thank you for inviting us into your home, Lady Stark,” Daenerys says with a fixed smile. “The North is as beautiful as your brother claimed, as are you.” (You know, one way of interpreting this line was that it was Jon who told Dany that Sansa is beautiful. Because, well. She is.)

Sansa is not impressed by the transparent attempt at flattery. She looks Dany up and down and leans back slightly in thinly-veiled disdain, but her words and voice are perfectly civil. “Winterfell is yours, your Grace.” Take note: neither she nor anyone else in the courtyard bends the knee to their would-be queen.

Daenerys doesn’t buy Sansa’s act for a second, but Bran doesn’t have time for this catfight and tells everyone what’s what. The Wall has fallen, and the Army of the Dead (+ dragon) are marching to Winterfell. That sobers them up quickly.

Meeting the Lords

Everyone is gathered in the Great Hall. Pay attention to the framing. At the head table, Sansa has been relegated to Jon’s right, where Davos, as the Hand of the King, used to sit. Daenerys has taken up Sansa’s former seat to his left, where the Lady of Winterfell typically sits. In this first shot, however, Dany is standing by the fireplace, leaving a visual and metaphorical gap between the Northern pair and Team Dany, represented by Tyrion, who is seated at the far end of the table.

As acting leader of Winterfell, Sansa is the one running the meeting. She establishes the fact that she has called on all the banners to retreat to Winterfell, and asks for an update from Lord Umber, last of that once-mighty House. A young boy no older than Bran was in season 1 pops his head out from behind one of the nameless Lords. He is small, and cute, and has been singled out by the script, so clearly he is doomed.

He addresses first Sansa - “We need more horses and wagons, my Lady,” – then Jon – “and my Lord,” – who flashes him a quick smile – “and my Queen.” – and only then Daenerys, who does not love being third on this list. “Sorry,” apologizes awkwardly. His business is sorted out, and he is sent off.

Jon instructs Maester Wolkan to send ravens to the Night’s Watch to summon them to Winterfell. “At once, Your Grace,” says the man, out of habit, probably, but it’s all the excuse Lyanna Mormont needs to stand up to sass Jon for renouncing his crown (mostly because D&D have designated her the improbable mouthpiece of the North and have not bothered to introduce us to any of the other lords).

Jon tries to make his case, but nobody is convinced, not even when Tyrion tags himself in. As he tries to sway the Northern lords, the camera cuts to the other three – Jon in between the two women, Stark and Targaryen, black and white. They really couldn’t be more obvious about the symbolism here, but in case you missed it, the showrunners give us more evidence that we’re not about to get The Hair Braiding That Was Promised.

Sansa is facing the lords, addressing Tyrion, but is clearly speaking to Daenerys when she asks just how Winterfell is supposed to feed Team Dany’s massive armies and the dragons. Like the responsible leader that she is – take notes, kiddos – Sansa had spent the past few months stockpiling supplies to help her people through winter. Was the North expected to support these newcomers too? “What do dragons eat, anyway?”

“Whatever they want,” says Dany.

The two women look at each other with no further pretense at friendliness. Battle lines have been drawn.

(Jon sits there, pretending not to notice.)

A Proposed Proposal

Davos, Varys and Tyrion are discussing how to salvage the alliance between their respective sides. Davos tells the others that Northerners do not trust easily, that this trust needs to be earned. But he is hopeful that it can happen. “On the off chance that we survive the Night King, what if the Seven Kingdoms, for once in their whole shit history, were ruled by a just woman and an honorable man?”

He is talking about a possible marriage between Jon and Dany, but at this point the audience knows the truth of their relationship, and by the end of the episode – spoiler – Jon does too. Whether or not the GA realizes it yet, this makes the conversation equally applicable to the Jonsa side of the triangle.

Plus, le gasp! A Stark-Targaryen marriage? How dreadfully romantic.*

*Okay, I am actually strongly anti-Rhaegar, but the show plays them as some kind of grand romantic pairing so I will try to contain my antipathy for the purposes of this review.

A Darker Turn

Down at the courtyard, Daenerys is feeling somewhat put upon.

“Your sister doesn’t like me.”

Jon tries to mollify her. “She doesn’t know you. If it makes you feel any better, she didn’t like me either when we were growing up.”

“She doesn’t need to be my friend. But I am her queen. If she can’t respect me…”

WHAT, DANY? IF SANSA CAN’T RESPECT YOU, WHAT WILL YOU DO?

We’ve been saying it for a long while now, but guys. Dark!Dany is coming. While certain elements of the fandom persist in denying the obvious trajectory of her character arc, the foreboding undertone of this line is hard to ignore. What made this even more chilling was that she said this to Jon, a member of her family, who doesn’t yet know at this point in the episode what Dany’s extreme reaction tends to be for insubordination.

(Oh, but we know.)

When Sam learns of what Daenerys did to his father and brother, he could barely hold it together long enough to excuse himself from her presence before falling apart. Despite what Dany stans would have you think, this is a perfectly human and normal reaction to hearing such dreadful news. Also human and understandable? Mistrusting the kind of ruler who would execute a man for not bending the knee. Especially since Sam has personally seen a more humane sort of leadership before in Jon, who he later urges to take up his birthright as the true heir to the Iron Throne.

Other metas have discussed Dany’s approach to leadership and her increasingly draconian (an apt word, no?) attitude towards what she feels is her rightful position as Queen of the 7K. That she can and will take what is hers. A sense of entitlement not dissimilar to that which she attributed to her dragons earlier in that public display which did not endear her to her Northern subjects…

Side note: We’ve seen the indiscriminate destruction that an unchecked dragon can reap before when one of them – then only half-grown – killed the young daughter of a goatherd in Meereen. We even received a handy reminder of this straight from the mouth of Dany’s staunchest supporter and ally only in the episode before this one: “Dragons don’t understand the difference between what is theirs and what isn’t. Land, livestock, children…letting them roam free around the city was a problem.” – Jorah Mormont, S07E07.

And because it hasn’t been hammered into our heads enough, we are reminded of this again later on, when her Dothraki riders list exactly how much her dragons had consumed just that same day (“only eighteen goats and eleven sheep”, which apparently means “the dragons are barely eating”). This is followed by a powerful shot of said dragons surrounded by the charred bones of the livestock that could have fed dozens of people.

The same people who cowered as the dragons flew over Mole’s Town, and whose fear she appeared to relish.

Foreshadowing much?

That Dragon Flying Scene

Oh boy. I’ll be honest. I wasn’t excited to see this one at all. In the end it was both more and less awful than I imagined it would be. The dragon riding scene is bound to be controversial. Thrilling to some, pandering of the worst kind to others. To me, it smacks of fanservice, but let’s give the show the benefit of the doubt and try to parse its storytelling purpose in the greater scheme of things.

Despite Daenerys’ unsubtle threat towards Sansa in the previous scene – which Jon was conveniently prevented from addressing due to the interruption of the Dothraki – and the sight of Drogon and Rhaegal apparently sulking whilst surrounded by the remains of the food they are “barely eating”, the showrunners made the odd decision to play this scene with a note of levity.

Out of nowhere, Dany oh-so-casually encourages her lover to try riding her dragon, a foolhardy decision based on what, exactly? The one time Jon had a moment with one of her “gorgeous beast(s)”? Dany teases him about his initial reluctance, and laughs at his ungraceful attempts to hang on as the two dragons freewheel over the snow-covered lands of the North before landing in front of a beautiful waterfall for a “romantic” moment.

In dialogue calling back to Jon and Ygritte’s famous cave scene (listen, are D&D just going to troll us by recycling  all of Jon’s best hits?):

“We could stay a thousand years, says Daenerys, looking back at Jon. “No one would find us.”

“We’d be pretty old,” says Jon with uncharacteristic humor.

I believe Jon’s lightheartedness stems as much from his being home with his family at long last as the thrill of dragonriding with a pretty girl by his side. The two flirt using cheesy lines straight out of bad fanfiction before sharing a kiss which I suppose will please the stans.

Not me, though. Romantic music playing in the background or not, like in boatbang, the supposed passion of the moment is interrupted by a third party which makes the whole thing awkward. The final shot of Jon’s eyes widening as he sees Rhaegal staring directly at him as he kisses the Dragon Queen made me snort, but it is unclear whether it was played for a laugh, is meant to underline the awkwardness of this romance, or be an ominous portent of the revelations to come.

And Now For the Good Stuff

That terrible unnecessary Disneyfied brightly lit, panoramic, even mildly comedic sequence contrasted sharply with the scene between Jon and Sansa only minutes later. We are treated to a Jonsa staple: a warm, candlelit scene full of tension, fluttering eyelashes, and heaving bosoms. This time, the air is shimmering with a new emotion – jealousy.

The two start off by discussing a message from Lord Glover, who “wishes (them) good fortune but he’s staying in Deepwood Motte with his men.” This immediately sparks an argument between them about Jon having bent the knee. They’ve had variations of this fight before, and to be honest, it’s a little tired. While I fully understand Sansa’s reservations about the presence of Dany and her armies in the North in terms of logistics, I tend to be more sympathetic to Jon’s insistence that the discussion on Northern independence needs to take a back seat for the moment given the gravity of the threats they are facing. But Sansa clings stubbornly to this old argument, and she (rather unfairly) lays the blame for Lord Glover’s desertion at Jon’s feet (let’s blame who is really at fault here, Sansa – the disloyal lord himself).

But of course, that’s not really what they’re fighting about.

“You didn’t tell me you were going to abandon your crown,” she says, voice shaking with anger as she turns her back on Jon.

Jon, frustrated, moves several steps closer. “I never wanted a crown. All I wanted was to protect the North. I brought two armies home with me, two dragons.”

Sansa spins around. “And a Targaryen queen?” she spits out.

Ah, and here we come to what appears to be the true cause of her wrath. Jon reminds Sansa that without Daenerys (and her martial strength), they don’t stand a chance against the Army of the Dead. Sansa is silent. She cannot argue the need for the armies and the dragons, but she takes particular exception to the woman who leads them. Why, Sansa? TELL US WHY.

It’s in their eyes as much as their words.

Jon heaves a deep sigh, closes his eyes. “Do you have any faith in me at all?” (Y’all, this line just about broke my heart cause he just wants her to love trust him.)

Sansa’s eyes are soft and slightly glassy. “You know I do.”

Jon takes another step or two towards Sansa, never breaking their gaze. “She’ll be a good queen. For all of us.” His eyes move away briefly. “She’s not her father.”

Sansa looks down, gathering herself with a deep breath. “No, she’s much prettier.”

Jon gives a pained smile of acknowledgment. It is his turn to avoid her stare.

“Did you bend the knee to save the North?” Sansa asks him, her eyes unfocused. “Or because you love her?”

Jon glances up at Sansa, but doesn’t respond.

END SCENE.

(Let’s give a standing ovation to Sophie and Kit for acting the hell out of this scene. I want a hundred gifs of this, people. Please get on it.)

The subtext is rich, rich, rich, my Jonsas. The dream is still alive.

One Last Thought - The Importance of Sansa Stark

Nothing made me happier than seeing our Queen in the North Lady of Winterfell given all the credit and respect that is her due after seasons of anti bullshit. See:

The people’s deference to her position and the role that she plays in the North

Tyrion’s acknowledgment of her survival skills - “Many underestimated you. Most of them are dead now.”

Arya’s steadfast defense of her - “She’s the smartest person I ever met.” - when Jon (Jon???) himself was expressing frustration towards her (check out @athimbleful 's recent ask for an explanation for Jon’s behavior in this scene)

Even Dany’s behaviour towards Sansa (first with that cringey introduction), and later when she singles her out for not “respecting” her, despite the fact that none of the Northern lords were showing her any warmth is an indication of her awareness of Sansa’s alpha status, which is right and just and exactly as it should be.

As recent promo materials, cast interviews, etc. seem be strongly pro-Sansa, I am reasonably optimistic that this all bodes well for our girl. For that alone, I will breathe a little easier...

...at least for one more week.

[stairstab]

demoman...? husband

fuck i forgot to answer this

favorite thing about them:

hmm... my first instinct is “we stan a depressed addict king”. i just like seeing characters struggling, it makes them feel more real and relatable. all the mercs are so goofy, and dont get me wrong, demo is too, but he has this like...weight about him. he carries this grand, heavy legacy, the burden of expectation and lineage and knowledge and trauma. he’s so self-conscious and world weary, but tries to cover it up with ‘having a good time’ ie: getting drunk. i want to give the guy a hug and have a good talk with him about how his mom is a twat and he should just live his best life.

least favorite thing about them:

1. i think he has the worst Meet The video. his song fucks, but they really did just use the most boring footage and pre-made voice lines for a lot of it, and it made him seem so one-note. improve it by making it more dramatic and dark, show off his actual life story and personality, as well as his ingame abilities. like, imagine a new SFM that shows him screaming through the skies from a sticky jump and lobbing off peoples heads, and it cuts to him leafing through a book about monsters and he talks about magic and shit and how its affected him. you could even show flickers of WAR! and how he felt about it all. valve just doesnt care about him and it pisses me off because it makes him boring

2. I wish he had a black voice actor.

3. stop fucking spawncamping me 

favorite line:

literally ALL of the WAR! lines where he’s hitting on the enemy Soldier, but also all of his drunken lines where he’s just saying what the fuck ever. they seriously never fail to make me laugh. especially “if i wasnt a man, i would- i’d kiss ya.” and “i got two tickets to the gun show, and you’re not goin. they’re- MY tickets.”

brOTP:

him and sniper :’) if you ignore the dumb shit in the comics where sniper knocked him and ms.pauling out (which was OOC imo), they’re a seriously great duo. 

OTP:

sniper, soldier, spy, heavy. he’s so good with everyone. pls.

nOTP:

people dont ship demo with anyone but soldier really :/ not much to hate

random headcanon:

ive got more headcanons for demo than i do for everyone except Spy. here’s a few: he is Always on the brink of a serious breakdown but keeps chugging forward anyway because it’s all he really knows and the second he’s actually like, content or happy, he gets very anxious and sad almost immediately because he knows it won’t last very long and he can’t get too used to it or the pain just hits that much harder later, so its hard for him to genuinely enjoy himself longer than a few hours. he loves nature so much and tries to bask in it as much as he can. he likes cooking and reading, but dislikes how he cant enjoy them very much unless he’s sober. he’s a trivia PRO and retains specific information like a sponge, and if he’s lucid enough, he will destroy you at any fact-based game. him and sniper bond over all kinds of stuff, including having mixed feelings about their parents, wildlife knowledge, battle strategy and weaponry, mythology and cryptids, and being able to fall asleep literally anywhere. 

unpopular opinion:

making cuck jokes about him is racist, i dont care if he makes ‘wife’ comments in-game, stop it. stop talking about how “feral” he is, too (god i hate lightspeed and their fucking hardon for were!demo), and how he’s “hung”. and if i see one more pale demo i am going to strangle the OP with barbed wire. this fandom is so fucking racist

song i associate with them:

last true knight by hannah m

favorite picture of them:

thanks for the ask!

[awlwren]

Asking you the same ones you asked me because it was so fun! (3 songs ask) 1, 3, 4, 26, 30. And 20, because I'm interested.

1. three songs that come up when you put your phone on shuffle

I don’t have access to my full music library atm, so I’m going to do an ad hock version with Pandora by circling my finger around with my eyes closed to select a station and putting the first song that comes up. So if this is a little wonky, I apologize.

-The Chemical Worker’s Song- So this one was new to my Pandora stream (and technically didn’t fit my Sea Shanties station) but was excellent. I really need to give in and make an Irish station so I don’t have to keep getting sad about culling songs like this one. (I use it for cooking, mainly, btw, and being pumped about One Piece)

-Wouldn’t It Be Loverly- ah, still the dream. Fun to make up dances to, as well. Great song, great musical. From my Musicals station.

-Come Thou Fount by Jadon Lavik from my Hymn station, another one I have to keep tightly cultivated. This hymn, if not this version, was actually the seed for this station.

3. three songs you were recently obsessed with

-Northwest Passage by Stan Rogers - the sound, the road trip feel, the different history perspectives that it makes me think about, especially the line “a land so wide and savage”.

-The Green Fields of France by Eric Bogle- this song and the one above it were misfit suggestions on my Sea Shanty station, actually. I ended up buying the High King’s album because I wanted a copy of this song and it ended up being...a bad version. (For instance “the countless white crosses in mute witness stand” becomes “the countless white crosses stand mute in the sand”, which robs it of its intensity and just...doesn’t make sense in a song that is literally about a grassy green graveyard. So I’ve sought out many versions to find one I like.) I love the rest of the CD for walking and outdoor work, though.

-Cold Missouri Waters by James Keelaghan - I heard this one at a ranger talk about controlled burns at some National Park over a decade ago, and it stuck with me.  I try out various ways of singing it every so often, because the story strikes a feeling in me that I don’t think I’ve yet been able to express in my music.

Umm... my musical tastes are actually much more varied than this; I am not actually on a folk kick at the moment, even. So, honorable mention to:

-Where in the World is Carmen Sandiego by Rockapella - which I am currently in the process of memorizing so I can sing it whenever I want.

4. three songs that you know thanks to your parents

-Take me Home, Country Roads by John Denver - I know this one literally thanks to my father; I had it memorized before I ever heard John Denver singing it. It was one of our standard car songs.

-When God Ran - an interesting retelling of the parable of the Prodigal Son that my mother literally emailed me, and the start of a music folder with her name on it.  Most of my modern Christian music knowledge is songs my mother sends me.

-What a Wonderful World by Louis Armstrong- my dad heard this on the radio when he was driving to the hospital to bring me home, and so it has sort of been our song ever since.

Honorable mention to: literally half of my music library is from CDs I stole (and replaced for various birthdays, etc) from my dad.

26. three favourite non-English songs

-El Grillo credited to Josquin des Pres - Italian, a fun, descriptive song about a cricket. Fun to sing, fun to hear.

-Sa Se Un Jou - Haitian Creole, I learned it during a trip there, and it reminds me of all the people I met. I’ve since taught it to kid groups I’ve worked with, and it’s fun to watch them learn faster than the adults, and reach out a little further into the wider world.

-Siyahamba - South African/Zulu, I learned this in kiddie choir in school first, but soon sang it many places, so it has a lot of memories.  Also the rhythms are fun, and I love songs where people know harmonies or variations and aren’t afraid to sing them.

30. three songs you really want your followers to know (for reasons other than all those above)

-Molasses to Rum from “1776”- umm, I love 1776 for many reasons, and this song is fantastic and sobering. A reminder that slavery is a legacy to more than just plantations.

-Fear is a Liar by Zach Williams- another one from Mom, but one that is helpful to hear, especially when you’re struggling.  Warning for the video; it made me cry the first time.

-Jesus Entered Egypt by Alan Tice - I can’t actually find a recording of this, but the lyrics work well enough (3rd song on the page). We sang it at university for a Christmas program and it’s stuck with me. I’ve sent it to many government officials, to no reply of course, but I send it again every so often.

20. three songs that remind you of the person who sends this one

-In Western Lands - this setting is fantastic, and I sing it every time I see the stars in the trees. It has such hope, and that plus Tolkien makes me think of you (there is some good!) Plus, this book this was the first thing I bought for myself online, so it makes me think of good things you can find online.

-I See the Moon- I feel this is self explanatory. 

-Soon from “Thumbelina”- Thumbelina gets awesome dresses and is in a world too big for her but she perseveres and always finds a friend and gets her love in the end. And I’m so stoked for you right now! (But if this one doesn’t work out, someone, someday, soon will!)

[1moreoffkeyanthem]

hi wifey happy stan week :* <3 please drop ur favorite ojverse headstannons or else ( i will kiss u )

OH GOD OH FUCK I get asked to talk about OJVerse Stan AND get offered a kiss?? Hehe slay

Alright here’s some OJV Stan hcs:

• So OBVIOUSLY Stan is our plant based KING (every time I write him but specifically OrangeJuiceVerse) and he generally doesn’t push that onto his friends but if you get him started… oh boy. In middle school Randy BANNED him from watching Animal Planet (fuck u rancid randy) bc our boy BROKE DOWN about the endangered buffalo and he SOBBS at every Sad Animal Add on tv TO THIS DAY!!!

• Speaking of Sad Animals, their cat, Moose, WAS, in fact, adopted from an animal shelter that Stan volunteered at for a period post the Sad Sack oneshot before working up the nerve to apply at the vet clinic, and he and Kyle both VERY MUCH consider that cat to be their SON!!! Once Style gets close to Creek during and after BBFA2, Stan and Craig wind up bonding over the way Moose is attracted to Craig’s calm demeanor.

• Also ojv Stan is a MASSIVE FUCKING LOSER like it is canon in the series that he SPEAKS CLUMSY ELVISH in the fucking BEDROOM like a NERD and Kyle CANT RESIST!!! They rp their warrior/elf king personas FREQUENTLY and it is so astronomically Lame I would die for them

• OJV STAN IS A BIG BOY!!! Like the guy is Built for HUGS and WILL HUG EVERY BEING ON EARTH! All creatures great and small get the Stan Hug and Kyle has… a certain fixation… on his arms… (simp). Even after Stan has to stop playing football (I may need to write a whumpshot on that actually), he tries to keep up his physique JUST so he can hold EVERY dog ever like a BABY!!! He also adores holding Kyle (even when Kyle pretends to protest) and They Are!!! Perfect Puzzle Pieces!!!

•Sober KING!!! Stan stopped drinking at the age of 25 after a particularly bad breakdown in which he TOLD KYLE EVERYTHING bc man’s was SO DISTRAUGHT that he forgot how many ice cubes Ky puts in his juice and he was like fuck no this ends HERE!!! He chairs local AA meetings on Wednesdays and is accountability buddies w Tweek.

• On the note of his friendship w Tweek and their sobriety, Stan wrestled a LOT with asking Tweek if he could be his sponsor. The self doubt hit AGGRESSIVELY and he didn’t feel ready to step into that role at first. But doing one daunting thing gives courage for doing another, so once he finally proposed to Kyle, he found the strength to support another recovering addict. Kyle’s really proud of him.

• The poor guy has been suffering depressive episodes for most of his life, but he has always found an outlet through music. He’s an incredibly intuitive guitar player and can pick up just about any genre at the drop of a hat.

• INSANE green thumb, like he can grow just about anything (helped Sharon in her garden always) and when Kyle was struggling with outpatient for his eating disorder in freshman year of high school, Stan brought him flowers EVERY. FUCKING. DAY. Even with Kyle missing a full month of school, Stan Marsh was NOT about to go even a DAY without seeing him and making sure he felt loved. Once Kyle was feeling stronger mentally and physically, that’s when they started dating. Kyle initiated that first kiss, and Stan cried.

• OJV Stan reallllyyyy likes to carry his partner. Like REALLY likes it. It makes him feel like the knight in shining armor he always wanted to be, and he gets so excited when kyle actually LETS him. He takes pride in being a source of comfort, and when Kyle fucked up his knee in AFITS, he got to offer the same kind of reassurance that he always got from the sbf during his Sad Sack episodes. While Kyle supported him mentally and emotionally, Stan supported him physically. Kyle’s a stubborn little bitch about his bad leg, but Stan’s a stubborn little bitch about fussing over him.

• on that note, Stan secretly loves Kyle going Mom Mode on him. On everyone, really. He loves that side of Kyle. For the most part, at least, because occasionally he’ll get annoyed with it and tell him he’s acting like Sheila, and Kyle will get all huffy about that, and Stan will have to apologize and will usually end up going overboard with an elaborate gesture (it almost always goes wrong) and Kyle will laugh so hard that Stan thinks he might combust.

• Kenny has been pulled into FAR too many Stan Plans, and their particular bond in OJV is so bizarre. Like so much goes unspoken, yet understood. As teenagers they’d be jamming together or something and Stan would go “you ever think abt dying?” and Kenny would just be like “all the time brother” and they never spoke of it again. The stenny bond is extremely special to me, and when Stan asked Ken to officiate the wedding, Kenny jumped at the chance.

• A lot of OJV Stan’s happiness (the ones later in the timeline at least) is a fake it till you make it kind of deal. Is this toxic to some degree, yes. But after years of trial and error, he’s gotten pretty good at focusing on the positives of life. He does his intentions daily, checks in with his mental state frequently, and has learned to recognize patterns of dysfunction. He knows that his mentality is a journey, and is slowly becoming more open to help.

• Stan made a playlist and sent it to Kyle to ask him to prom. He obsessed over it for FAR too long.

• OJV Stan LOVES camping, and got so excited to find out his local AA chapter does an annual trip. That’s what really sold him on the whole thing.

• He was the first person that Marj went to when she started questioning her gender, and he was admittedly pretty clueless. But he did his research, made an effort to empathize, and found her some resources to reach out to. They don’t talk about it, but he likes that he helped someone else through a rough spot. Kenny found out a few years later, and cried harder than Stan had ever seen from him. It gave him a second wind during a particularly bad Sad Sack Time.

• OJV STAN is a Taco Bell ENTHUSIAST and that man LOVES any hot sauce. He and the guys (plus Marj) have taken Tabasco shots together on numerous occasions.

• Prefers board games, but fixates on video games easily. Anything story based, he is THERE. Cried playing The Last of Us 2, Kyle held him tight after the end credits. Whenever they play a game together, Kyle handles combat, and Stan takes over for the puzzles. Also, Stan and Ike frequently play Minecraft together and are MENACES on GTA RP servers.

• HAS LOWKEY HELLA TATTOOS!!! (Stealing this from RM btw) DEFINITELY a “chef” tattoo, Sparky’s paw print, a lil Smaug from The Hobbit, cringe ass FOB tat, and a “KYLE” right over his heart. Loser. I love him.

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS ASK QUEEN ILY

(I love talkin abt OJV especially stan and kyle)

[ghosthierophant]

hey it’s ya boi mica & i need to catch up on 12+ hours worth of episodes

this is a jake anderson appreciation blog 2kforever i would literally die for him i would literally kill for him 

let’s do this shit, part 3 of ?

The Legend of Jake Anderson:

oh hey jake on deck for this On Deck Extra

LOOK AT THE CUTEST BOY

5th gen babey

PARKING ANXIETY INTENSIFIES WHILE PEOPLE ARE WATCHING

Dying of Cancer Confirmed - THANKS FOR NOTHING ELLIOT

AGH CORROSION A GH 2 WEEKS AGH

BABY FACED BB JAKE 

BB SKATER JAKE!!!!!!!!!!!! 

i would’ve crushed so hard back then lmao

pro skateboarding dreams.... in another universe.... & i would’ve stanned him still 

agh,,,, “constantly in hospitals threatening suicide bc the alcohol rots your mind” : //////////////////////////////////////// #homeless

then he went to Crabbing - uncle nick mavar 

AT 23, top boats in the fleet, & that was the beginning... season 2, 3, 4

THE CUTEST BOY IN THE FLEET - G L O W I N G

jesus the hull of the boat is fucking REKT TO DEATH 

“poor girl” : (

[ JAKE GRUNTS ]

the All Star Crew at 90 pounds, sobering up at sea

SEA-HAB

#youth looking to #beyond with #ambition

Crew Jacket #HUG - what a gotdamn amazing moment one of my faves

Asking for Opportunities

welp,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, there’s a leak

oh big mood to being a #workaholic : /

meth or coke : ///////////////////////////

“using on land, sobering up at sea” : ////////////////////////

i remember 2009. i remember 2009 so much.

“that’s gunna crush him.”

this.... was horrible.

“she’s in a better place, mom.” it was horrible. it was so horrible. 

sig & jake father-bonding moment

sober sober sober sober sober.

JAKE IN THE BIN LOL

AH YES IN 2014 - the adoption, the running the boat, the Toughest Love

OH YEAH............ ELLIOT

everything happens so much confirmed

OH MYGOD SHE’S HUGE

boat sucks, crew sucks, you suck

[ I’M THE FUCKING CAPTAIN ]

no crab no respect no crew

Learning on the Job holla

[ GAGGING ] on crab heart

[ PUKING ] everywhere on deck

awww look at that little cute loaf

a Full summer off - 20 Years

o7 Jake

Salt Wounds:

Here We Go

[ COUGHING ]

: ))))))))))))))))))))))))))))) sucks to suck sig

#420

keith : (

keith : ((((((((((((((((

MONTE FUEL LEAK

EMERGENCY

FAUGJALEGAIGEGJAKK

IT’S OVERFLOWING - IAWGJAGAHAHAHGAHGHAGH

WHAT FUCKING HAPPENED

TONY YES YOU SCREWED UP

WHAT IN THE FUCK TONY

y e e k 

big big yeek

TAG TEAM TAG YOU’RE IN

lucky lucky heiress 

THE LADIES MAN LOL

midas touch busted

aaah???? my guy?????? 

ok the CM crew is HOT too

OW THE KNEE OW THE KNEE OW THE KNEE OW

no more frogging

hope the kid pulls thru

edgar? mr. krabs i have AN IDEA

ok here we go edgar ok edgar ok edgar

monkaS

OW GOD MAVAR OW

ok! there’s crab up north~

keith : ((((((((((((((((((((((((((((

/ throws monte under the bus

monte v. keith welp

Y I K E S

kitchens of the sea~~~

AW APPLE SWAN

“that’s not food” LUL

oh boy,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

keith that’s a yikes

josh get on deck - wait no shut down production

ok elevate that knee yup

DON’T JUST PUT THE BAG ON WITHOUT ANYTHING ELSE AGH PUT A TOWEL DOWN

ugh fine

OK I MISSED 2 EPISODES OH WELL

Clash of Kings:

ok thanks for recap with Big Waves

Getting Scary

hey bill

YAY NO MORE CRABBING

half a million dollar water bed 

YAY MORE CAPTAIN EDGAR

ah yes, clark - MANDY’S PREGNANT SIKE

SIG ALMOST KILLED A MAN AT SEA

hanging out~~~~~~~~~ 

“nice days are the scariest”

CRAB STILL HERE 

.... please stay like this

.... sean

please stop yelling,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, i’m so on edge

: //////////////////////////////////////////////////////

ah yes, the Nice Days

“smiley face string motherfuckers” & a gentleman’s bet

GET READY TO LOSE A HUNDRED DOLLARS 

638 alright

all the gulls riding~ what a Great Shot

ok edgar let’s go

HERE WE GO HERE WE GO THE TIMEBOMB

THE BOOTS

Revenge is a dish best served Cold

THWACK

SLIPPERS lmao

left slippers with none faith in the string

DON’T PANIC

tfw you miss

................. tfw it’s opies

THANKS FOR NOTHING SIG

just dump em, just rail dump em

WHAT WHO BROKE WHAT

THIS IS RIDICULOUS

WHOMST CURSED THE SAGA

james just MAN UP

HI JOSH ON DECK

WELP HE JUST LOST A HUNDO

the cursed saga 

DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT GOOD LORD

WHAT’S BEEPING GOD WHAT’S BEEPING WHAT NOW

OLE HELP

OLE SON OF A MOTHER PLEASE HELP

WHAT IS HAPPENING

Casey Cash Money McManus

batteries pls, DC power pls

jake don’t have a heart attack

ALL CRAB WITH NONE POWER

then don’t stop

LET’S GET FULL BABEY

LET’S GET FUCKNG FULL BABY

AAAGH THE BEEPING

GPS UNIT OH NO

WE ARE FULL MY FRIEND

Coast Guard Heroes:

YES! FINALLY! 

RESCUE EPISODE

the REAL FUCKERS OF THE FUCKING BERING SEA

holy shit it’s KEITH WITH BROWN FUCKING HAIR

empty suit............. yeah

i agree these folks don’t make enough money they literally deserve the world

just the one : /////////////////////////////// survivor, two deceased, one missing

THE MEDEVACS YEAH FUCKING STRESSFUL AS ALL FUCK

48 states, size-wise - 2500 crew members

HOISTING IS VERY ANXIETY INDUCING VERY PANIC INDUCING

HOISTING IN BETWEEN SHIPPING CONTAINERS YOU ARE SHITTING MY ASS

SCREAMING

RESCUE SWIMMER?!?!?!?!?!??1??!?!? ARE YOU OK?!?!?!?!??! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH

RESCUE SWIMMER PLEASE SAY YOUR STATUS

oh thankgod

oh jeez that guy is in rough shape YAY HE SURVIVED

UM UM UM UM UM FIRST CREWMAN PANICKING

STAY IN THE BASKET FOR YOUR OWN SAFETY 

OH YES 2011 ON THE WIZARD THIS WAS FUCKING ROUGH AS ALL FUCK

THAT WAS SO TERRIFYING

2 (4) “ok” 

/ convulsions 

“I DON’T WANNA DIE” - IT WAS SO FUCKING INTENSE

chris seizing was............. A Lot

THANK GOD IT WAS 15-20 MINUTES 

i miss lenny

LAW ENFORCEMENT YUP

/ turns up the heat

THE BALLS TO DO IT ON TV

I’M THE COAST GUARD MEMBERS CALLING OUT THE BS LMAO

very time bandit approach - DO NOT DO THIS, NOT ADVISED

i’d take it out on them too for passive aggressively making me wait for 20 fucking minutes

TWISTED TESTICLES, BIG MOOD

god the beached near the cliff was so fucking,,,, stressful

go team coast guard

: )