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mikrowrites · 3 years ago

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andromeda

(vignettes cut from cottages of constellations; can be read as a one-shot)

c!wilbur x reader

summary: a series of memories from y/n’s perspective; the war, the death, the stars, the secret, and the meeting.

warnings: fluff, angst, violence, war themes, bad mental health situations, death, language, manipulation

a/n: this is basically a bunch of scrapped ideas from cottages of constellations that i shoved together bc i already had them written and have been hitting a writer’s block with pt 3. the only part of this you should regard as “canon” is the syndicate vignette, that will be in pt 3. enjoy!!

Y/n and Wilbur kept many secrets.

That was not something unknown by any, not a surprise to some. The two seemed to have words unspoken, existing between the glance of an eye or a brush of a hand, a nod of a head and a ever so soft sigh. Y/n and Wilbur kept many secrets to themselves and themselves only.

The cottage was one. A secret kept along a peaceful riverbank, until the price of TNT seemed higher than that forgotten paradise. There were some other secrets too. Some inconsequential, some almost burdening.

Y/n and Wilbur kept a secret they chose to not share with anyone. A secret that would be for the best if left unsaid.

But the price of freedom would prove higher and more demanding. The price for a tall brunette man to whisper the words into an enemy’s ear, for the enemy to relay it to someone who was once deemed an old friend.

The moment Schlatt spoke the secret out loud to Y/n with threatening intent, everything came crashing to the ground.

It was a secret Schlatt would die with.

—

The War…

Y/n arrived as the sun rose at dawn.

Wilbur was there to meet her, his uniform jacket unbuttoned messily and his cravat askew. As she approached him closer he smiled softly, but the smile was tired, aching, the light in his eyes dimmed by the bags beneath them.

What was the saying, “winning is easy, governing is harder”?

Y/n feared both feats were insurmountably difficult.

“Hello, love.” Wilbur sighed, striding the distance of Y/n’s approach and pulling her into his arms, holding her like a lifeline.

“Hey Wil, it’s okay, I’m here.” Y/n reassured.

He pulled away with a less tight smile, wrapping his fingers around her own, pulling her towards the majestic walls.

“Y/n L/n, welcome to L’manburg.”

And L’manburg was small, and undeveloped, and nothing quite impressive really. But it was her lover’s nation, and to Y/n it looked like a spectacle of heaven. “It’s wonderful.”

Wilbur led her into the camaravan, where battle plans and declarations had been hung and placed about, with an occasional empty bottle or a misplaced piece of weaponry.

Y/n had fought in wars before, in another life, far from this server. She had played the part of diplomat, of ally, of enemy. It was all a language familiar to her like breathing, and she suspected Wilbur was well aware, why else would he write begging her to join the front lines?

She hummed in thought, running her hands over a tabletop. “When’s the next battle, then?”

“Tomorrow.” Wilbur replied simply.

Y/n nodded. “Okay. Where do we start?”

Wilbur smiled once more.

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The Death…

Y/n struggled against Quackity’s hold, screaming her throat raw. “YOU KILLED HIM!”

Smoke from the firework barrage still lingered on the execution box, Schlatt turning from his podium to Y/n. He smirked. “Y/n, my dear, he was a traitor. You know what happens to traitors.”

Y/n spat at his feet, the man laughing. “That’s cute. Remember Y/n, I hold all the cards in my hands. You don’t want to step out of line, remember? Who knows what secrets could get spilled.”

“I don’t give a fuck.” Y/n glared, her eyes like fire as the two stood off against each other on the podium under Manberg’s watching eyes. “Because I am going to fucking kill you before you even think about it.”

Schlatt laughed loudly again, facing the crowd. “Do you hear that, folks? Miss Y/n is going to kill me!” He lowered his voice, leaning so he was face to face with her. “That’s treason, my friends.”

Y/n hardened her eyes, as Quackity let her arms go. She stepped forwards, her hand on the hilt of her sheathed sword. Everything was quiet, not the crowd’s jabs or cries were heard by her, not even Niki’s protests to spare her best friend.

Schlatt smiled, unsheathing his own sword as Y/n stood her ground, preparing to produce her own in hopes of taking down the tyrannical man once and for all.

“These were not the ideals of L’manberg.” Y/n shouted so the audience could hear her. “And Manberg should be no different. And I’m getting really fucking tired of you hurting everyone and everything I love. So yeah, I’m a traitor, because I value people over a country.”

“People you’d be willing to lose a life for?�� Schlatt jeered.

“Time and time again, yes.” She verified.

Schlatt shook his head in amusement. “Y/n, the patron saint of L’manberg. You’ll fall as easily as any man.”

Y/n smirked, drawing her own sword. “Good thing I’m not a man then, yes?”

“STOP! Stop!”

The two adversaries’ heads whipped over, catching the glimpse of a tall brunette in a brown trench coat walking down the aisle of seats, hands out in a preventative gesture. “Stop.”

“Wil…?” The man who left her behind. The man who promised safety. The man who most importantly, loves her. The former President, to protect his former First Lady.

Schlatt’s sword ran through Y/n’s body. Wilbur screamed.

The girl gasped, grasping Schlatt’s shoulder’s with tight fingers, looking at him in shock. He had gotten the upper hand. Y/n had never lost a duel, yet this one was over before it had even started because she did the one thing she had been trained to never do in battle.

Y/n found distraction in a lover.

Wilbur would always be her hubris.

Schlatt leaned over with booze-tainted breath to whisper in her ear. “Your secret is safe with me.”

He then ripped the sword out of her, and everything went black. The last thing Y/n heard before waking up laying in the soft grass of a forest was the sound of Wilbur shouting her name.

Y/n was killed by JSchlatt

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The Stars…

Long ago, in a world different from where she was now, Y/n’s mother had taught her every constellation strewn across the night sky. The young girl would marvel at her mother, eyes shining with curiosity and awe as the soft-spoken woman would point to each cluster of stars.

Life was simple then, before war after war Y/n was forced to fight and win. Before aching loss and hurt.

Y/n laid on the angled roof of Philza’s house, her lips parted slightly as her eyes traced designs of warriors and beasts and lovers. Her breath fogged into the night sky, the girl indifferent to the cold surrounding her.

“Kid, what’re ya doin’?”

She flicked her eyes down to where Technoblade stood beneath her, staring up at her form with disinterest but yet a glint of confusion or curiosity.

Y/n smirked, her eyes traveling back up to the sky. “Chasing constellations.”

Technoblade definitely had the right idea to be a tint worried at the sight of Y/n on a roof, staring off into nothing. It had been a week and a half since they had both blown up New L’manberg, and her mind was undoubtedly conflicted. Techno supposed if he were in the same situation, he’d feel the same perhaps. But now (though he’d never show it) he was just concerned of the well-being of his old friend.

So Technoblade was immensely surprised when Y/n patted a spot on the roof next to her and said: “cmon”.

The blood god was silent and still for a moment before pulling out his trident, using it to launch himself up and land gracefully onto the roof next to her. The girl didn’t flinch a bit, just turned back to the night sky.

Y/n looked tired, Techno noticed, but yet relieved. He hadn’t seen her this relaxed since their last war fought together away from this server, where she had spoken of a kindhearted brunette she was running away with after the battle’s conclusion.

Technoblade sat next to her, the girl sighing. “No more wars, Techno. I’ve fought my last one. I’m tired of being a pawn in someone’s game, of breaking myself for others.” Y/n huffed out a laugh. “I think I might try that retirement plan.”

“Retirement is overrated.” Technoblade groaned. “So if I made you an offer, you’d refuse?”

Y/n shrugged, pulling her knees to her chest and wrapping her arms around her legs, resting her chin on her kneecaps. “Depends on the offer. I’m pretty done being taken advantage of.”

Techno turned to look at her. “All these years and you don’t trust the proof I wouldn’t.”

“Can’t blame a girl for having trust issues.” She grumbled. “What’s the offer?”

“I’m putting together a group of people with common ideals. Anarchy, we’d be there to abolish these kingdoms’ governments before they can cause more death and destruction, cause more Wilburs.” Techno explained, the girl turning to him at the sound of her ex-lover’s name. “We’re called the Syndicate.”

Y/n murmured the name to herself, furrowing her eyebrows. “Who’s we?”

“Philza and I. Zephyrus and Prostileus. And, potentially, you.” He stated. “Codenames.”

She turned back to the stars, silent for a few minutes. Technoblade patiently sat in the quiet, letting the girl mull over her thoughts. It had been about five minutes when he spoke up. “So? What’ll it be?”

Y/n pursed her lips, before parting them with a soft exhale. “Andromeda… call me Andromeda.”

Technoblade smiled at his old comrade in battle, now considered an ally and friend.

“Welcome to the Syndicate, Andromeda.”

—

The Secret…

Y/n wasn’t sure how long she had sat in the makeshift cell. Had it been days? Weeks? She didn’t know. All she knew was locked away to stand trial for “aiding fugitives in escaping”.

Her thoughts drifted to Wilbur, as they usually did in moments like these, where she fought desperately to remember the sound of his laughter or his loving assurances. Y/n hoped he and Tommy were safe, and she knew they were smart so they would be.

But she feared for Fundy as well. They had spoken on the night he announced his campaign for president, their hushed voices behind the podium as the rest of the server were asleep.

Y/n met the boy in the shadows of the podium, Fundy looking at her for some kind of reaction. Would she shout in anger? Cry in sadness? Running against his father was a betrayal, he should be reprimanded by the closest thing to a mother he had.

Instead, she smiled, and hugged him.

Fundy tensed in surprise before wrapping his arms around her, burying his face in her shoulder as his hands clutched the back of her jacket.

“You know I have to support and stand by your father,” she started, softly rubbing small circles into Fundy’s back. “but it will never overshadow how proud I am of you.”

“Thank you, mama.” He sighed out, Y/n smiling kindly.

“You are my pride and you are my joy, Fundy. There’s nothing you could do that could make me love you less. Don’t forget that, okay?” Y/n asked.

Fundy nodded his head against his mother figure’s shoulder, still embracing her.

He missed the tears in her eyes as she bit her lip to keep her walls up. Indulging in this moment wasn’t something she was deserving of, and she knew that.

She had chosen to forego this path, it would be unfair of her to try and act as though she hadn’t changed everything.

The door to empty room creaked open, Y/n looking up to meet the eyes of a man she had once thought of as an old friend, but now some who repulsed her more than anything on this server. The man smirked, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Y/n. Long time, no see.”

“Schlatt.” The name sounded like venom on her tongue, Y/n glaring at the man with dark eyes.

“How are you, hm?” Schlatt pulled a chair over for him to sit on, Y/n scoffing in disbelief.

“I don’t know Schlatt, you tell me. What the fuck is wrong with you, you were our friend!” She shouted.

Schlatt sat back in his hair. “I’m no one’s friend here. I’m a president here to run this country.”

Y/n rolled her eyes and leaned back against the wall, the man smirking.

“I want you to join me.”

That made the girl start to laugh, shaking her head. “You are something else, Schlatt.”

“I’m serious, I want you to join me and Manberg.” Schlatt deadpanned.

“Fuck off.” was Y/n’s reply.

Schlatt sighed, standing from where he sat, and paced to another side of the room. “Tell me, does your little lover boy have an infatuation with TNT?”

Y/n furrowed her eyebrows. “Not that I’m aware, and if I was I wouldn’t tell you.”

“Fair enough.” Schlatt said, his footsteps clacking against stone as he further paced. “Well, he recently made some deals with the devil and came into possession of a lot of fucking TNT. You wanna know what he traded for that much power? Secrets.”

She stiffened, eyeing Schlatt warily, her voice barely above a whisper. “Secrets?”

Schlatt hummed, grinning. “Oh yeah. Loads of ‘em. I’m a chronic eavesdropper, so I had to get the scoop. And you’ll never guess what I heard.”

Y/n stood slowly, like an animal bracing for a fight, her fists shaking. She uttered the man’s name in warning, Schlatt stopping and turning to her with a wicked grin.

“You have a child.”

It felt as though all the oxygen had been sucked out of the room, Y/n momentarily forgetting how to breathe. Her mouth felt dry, her body numb. Schlatt laughed, knowing he had her right where he wanted her.

“Fundy’s actually your son! Biologically and everything! And you never told him, you just left!” Schlatt exclaimed.

Y/n burst forwards, slamming Schlatt against the wall and lodging her forearm across his throat. She spoke with a low, dangerous voice. “I was young. I was stupid. And I wasn’t ready to be a mother. I couldn’t be the mother he needed.”

“So you left. And then you come back and you play the part of his mother, while the poor boy thinks your lover fucked a fish? That’s fucked up, Y/n.” He chuckled lowly.

Y/n pursed her lips, glaring into Schlatt’s eyes. “What do you want?”

Schlatt slowly removed Y/n’s forearm from his throat. “I want you to join me as one of my officials. I want you to betray Wilbur and Tommy. And if you don’t…”

“… I tell Fundy your big secret… and then I personally kill him until he’s dead.”

Y/n felt completely and absolutely defeated. She had never let someone have the upper hand on her. Not like this. She remained distraughtly silent, Schlatt nodding Ashe received his answer.

He reached into his pocket, throwing her comm device onto the floor. “Lover boy’s been trying to call you for weeks. You should call him back one last time and tell him to never call again. You know what’s at stake.” Schlatt then turned and walked towards the door. “I’ll have a fine pressed suit for you tomorrow morning and a more comfortable room, then the real work begins. Goodnight, Y/n.”

And he was gone.

Y/n fell to her knees, her body shaking with fear and guilt. Why did she have to be so stupid why did she have to create such deep-sewn weaknesses, why did she leave her son?

She reached for the comms device, her trembling fingers clicking a button as she spoke out in a terrified whisper. “Wilbur?”

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The meeting…

Y/n hated parties with a passion she could not fathom. The celebration of another war won, a country saved. She was just a wandering soldier, moving from one battle to the next, finding celebration a little tone-deaf.

But nonetheless she stood in the banquet hall, her sash of medals and patches detailing her great accomplishments hung on her frame, with the world’s most uncomfortable dress covering her. Technoblade had told Y/n to liven up, drink and dance a little, though what a fucking hypocrite because he didn’t show up.

Y/n sipped her champagne, leaning against the bar top, a bored expression laid across her face as she traced circles into the wood with her finger. She didn’t register the boy standing next to her, eying her with curiosity before he spoke up. “One vodka neat, please.”

She finally indulged to meet his gaze, the tall brunette smiling and offering his hand. “Wilbur Soot.”

Y/n knocked back the rest of her champagne, before shaking his hand. “Y/n L/n.”

“You seem bored, Y/n L/n.” Wilbur observed.

She scoffed. “Parties aren’t really my thing.”

“So I can tell.” He quipped, Y/n beginning to question the audacity of this kid. But he just smiled widely, pulling a stool and sitting next to her.

“Look, I don’t know what you want, but if it’s getting in my pants tonight it’s definitely not happening.” Y/n bluntly responded.

“Woah there! Take me out to dinner before we discuss that.” Wilbur defended, retrieving his drink from the bartender.

Y/n couldn’t even tell if the man was joking, but she rolled her eyes anyways. He was silent, she could tell he was trying to size her up. Figure out what made her brain tick, how to read her.

Must be frustrating for him to know he can’t.

She sighed, pulling away from the bar top, smoothing out her despised dress. “Well, thanks for the chat Wilbur, but I’d best be going.”

“Of course. Have a good night, Y/n.” Wilbur raised his drink and tipped it towards her in a kind of toasting or saluting gesture. She was a high ranked militia official anyways.

Y/n nodded and walked away, Wilbur watching her as she left. What she didn’t know, was he could read her like an open book. He saw her pain, her guilt, her stone disposition. But he saw her kindness, her generosity, her beauty. Wilbur was intoxicated by the mere presence of her, and her mystery.

Wilbur just had a gut feeling they’d cross paths again. And when they did, maybe in a space she was more comfortable than the loud and cheering party, maybe he’d offer her a drink, or even a dance. The boy slammed his drink on the table before standing, and rushing across the room.

Why wait when you know?

Y/n felt a gentle hand on her wrist, the girl turning to see Wilbur. She raised an eyebrow in question as he released his soft grip, and held his palm flat out in front of her. “May I have this dance.”

She had seen years of pretty boys offering her drinks and dances and the world. Each disappointed, each never following through. But Y/n looked up at Wilbur, and she could see the world in his brown eyes, she could see hope and chivalry and mirth. She pursed her lips, the boy seeming to deflate at her monotone and silent response.

Y/n took his hand, to the boy’s surprise. “One dance. That’s all.”

They danced all night. And laughed all night, more than Y/n had in years.

Y/n had never felt more alive than the night she met Wilbur Soot.

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kyidyl · 4 years ago

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Kyidyl Does Archaeology - Part 3

(As before, parts 1 & 2 can be found via the KyidylCL tag.)

THE PITS

So, we’ve got the info about the site and we’ve got the prep work done, so what next? Digging! But archaeologists don’t just randomly dig, we dig in very precise ways. There’s, generally speaking, two ways to make a hole for an archaeologist (and this *doesn’t* apply to burials. Burials are done differently.): a pit and a trench. A pit is usually a specific size and meant to uncover a small area. A trench is a long area that takes a cross section of a specific area and is meant for exposing lots of area. When you’re doing a whole settlement often a trench is used because of the volume. We’re doing a mixture, and we started with two 5ftx5ft pits (~1.5 meters for the non-americans in the crowd. Good rule of thumb for ft --> meters is that 3ft = 1 yard = 1 meter, approximately. It’s not exact but if you’re trying to imagine how big something is, it’s a good way of thinking about it.).

Pit one only had 1 interesting thing and I don’t have any pictures of it really so I’m just gonna tell you about it real quick. In pit 1 we found a feature, which is a spot where the dirt is a different color in an unnatural shape because humans did something. This particular feature was a post hole from a palisade wall. That’s interesting for two reasons: 1, the natives didn’t build palisades until they came into conflict with the colonizers. It isn’t that they didn’t need defenses previous to that, it’s that the people they were defending against didn’t have horses or guns. Once the colonizers arrived, they started copying their method of defense. 2, palisade walls are made of large trees. To cut them down they were first burned in the place where the cut was made to make cutting them easier. And this means CHARCOAL.

Archaeologists love charcoal. We can date that shit really easily. And this particular charcoal was sent out for dating. Came back as 1700s, which makes sense for this area. It took the colonizers a bit longer to push up into the mountains, so the dates for contact and treaties and that kind of thing are later than official first contact in the 1400s. So that’s the latest date we have for the site.

Now, pit 2. Pit 2 was, and still is, the most interesting pit on the site so far (we’ve opened a number of others, but it’s...lots of plow scars and jumbled artefacts.). Archaeologists, as I’ve mentioned, dig this kind of stuff in layers. So for our site (and I know a few of you following me are also archs, so I need you to know this was the site director’s choice not mine. >.<), we have a sod layer, layer 2 - the plow layer, and layer 3 the layer below the plow layer. General rule of thumb, at least the way I was taught is that you do it in increments or when the dirt changes color, whichever comes first. So layer 2 for us is pretty thick. Here’s what the pit looked like at the end of day 1 after we’d gotten the sod off and started bringing it down evenly:

The bucket is covering the test pit that’s at the center of it. The string is the boundaries of the pit, but also we attach what’s called a datum to it. A datum is a known spot above sea level that you use to make measurements as to how deep something is. It’s basically a string with a line level and you stretch it out until the line level reads, well, level...and then you use a ruler from there down to whatever depth you’re measuring. So when we find like...arrowheads and points and stuff (and this pit had several) we record where they were by saying “_____ inches BD”, or “below datum”.

Anyway, you can see already where there are some rocks and differences in color of the dirt. It’s honestly not all that interesting but I figured you guys might like to see the progression. This is that same pit about 2-3 working days later, and this is where it started to get interesting:

Some of the difference in color there is because some soil is freshly exposed and some isn’t. The pit in the middle is the remains of the test pit. The lighter dirt at the bottom is sub-soil for this area, so it’s where the plow zone ends. The rocks may or may not have been added by people, so we record them just in case. How you deal with rocks depends entirely on where you are digging. In Florida, where I went to school, rocks are important because 99% of what they’ve got there is sand and shell. So if you find rocks they were probably put there by people. Here? Sometimes it’s just part of the ground and sometimes it’s people. It really depends on how far down you find them. This is about midway through the pit so it could go either way. So we do what’s called “pedestaling” where we dig around them and let them sit on a pedestal of dirt. You’ll see that in a lot of pics going forward. The reason that we’ve dug those upper corners differently is because we were starting to see soil color changes and we were investigating them separately. Good thing too, because they both turned out to be part of a large fire pit feature. Next slide!

So here you can see that the dirt in those two areas that we’ve dug is a distinctly different color - it’s reddish. Reddish dirt is a sign that the dirt has been heated, so we’re following the red dirt here. The digging changes from going in layers to following these features. And we’re really methodical about it so that we don’t remove too much or too little and lose the line of the feature. Here we were lucky, all the dirt inside those features was full of tiny specs of charcoal. And, in the upper left up there - which was my feature to dig - there were huge chunks of charcoal. Also a really nice piece of pottery. Well, I mean, comparatively. It’s still just a large sherd that I accidentally snapped in two while removing but like it counts. The square in the lower leftish is ust from like the foam I’d been sitting on. Getting into a pit - rather than digging it from the sides - is something you do NOT do without permission and a lot of care. Here, the ground is really solid so I wasn’t going to ruin anything by getting in there and the pit was getting too deep to effectively dig from the side, so I spent a lot of time in weird positions on the flat parts of this pit. So, anyway, here’s a close up of the feature so you can see what I mean about the charcoal:

Charcoal is very, very black so when you’re digging it stands out bc nothing else is that dark or that bright. Everything else is covered in dirt. But you can see it there in the top half - it’s those dark flecks and blobs. There was a ton of it, and when I say a ton, I mean we got I think almost 300g just that DAY. And y’all know how light charcoal is. This was the stuff we sent in for c14 testing along with the palisade charcoal and it came back, if I’m remembering right, mid-1300s. That’s a period called the late woodland. It matches up with the pottery and points we were finding, but I’ll get to that when I start in on the finds.

Now, I thought you might need some help with this next image so I brought it into procreate and drew on it. I know it looks like it came before the previous stage, but it didn’t. What happened is that we brought the whole pit down deeper to expose the edge of the large features. We also found a post hole in the process!

So I’ve marked the layers of dirt in the side wall for you so you can see what I mean when I’m talking about them. I’ve also marked out the bottom of the pit bc this angle made it a little hard to see. In the upper right you can clearly see the darker dirt of the post hole. A post hole is exactly what the name implies - someone dug a hole, stuck a post in it, and later the post was removed and filled with moar different dirt and now it’s a different color but in a distinctly unnatural shape. You can also see that we’ve long ago dug deeper than the test pit. The area I’ve marked “bridge” is an area of soil that didn’t have charcoal in it between the two pits that did. There was charcoal throughout that area - hence the blue boundary - but for the features themselves we were following the red dirt. And if that feature on the right looks deep to you it’s because it *is*. I dug it out and followed the charcoal and it went *under* the bridge.

Now you guys probably don’t realize this, but this is like...stupid deep to be finding this kind of stuff. We’re like 3ft below the surface here and still going down deeper. Around here the rate of topsoil accumulation is like...an inch every 600 years or so. The charcoal coming out of this pit is only 700 years old and it’s 3ft below the surface. So we’re likely looking at a hole that was dug by the natives for their own use. The thing that was confusing us was that we didn’t see the feature even start until we were almost at the bottom of the test pit so like...8 inches or so down. (about 16cm. 1inch is approx 2cm.) But then I was looking through some of my earlier images of the pit and I noticed this:

(north is the same direction in both pics)

The rocks, the ones that could be either nature or people, approximately outlined the areas we’d found the fire pits. This is why you document shit. Even though this is still pretty deep to be finding this kind of thing, it at least makes more sense in the context of very disturbed site. So there might have been more evidence higher up, but it’s in the plow layer so we’ll never know. So what was the feature? Well, the two features were actually one feature (and you’ll have to wait till tomorrow’s post to find out how I know that.), and I think that might have been one of these:

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Or something similar anyway, but I have to do more research about native cooking methods in this area of the country. But it would fit with the two holes and a bridge of dirt with no charcoal that we saw while digging.

Anyway I know this post is super long but I swear we’re almost done. When we finally finished digging the damned thing it looked like this:

(here I’m standing on the north side of the pit, so the top is the bottom in the other pics.)

We think that this might actually be part of another feature so it’s a little...ah...yeah it’s just weird. Those rocks were definitely from people, so maybe they were lining the bottom of the pit or something. If I could draw your attention to the black crud in the wall to the right of the pedestaled rocks, I’m gonna tell you one last story about this pit. That is a burned like...conglomerate of crud. It isn’t charcoal (charcoal is fuel for the fire, not what they were using the fire to make). Here’s what it looked like close up:

(aw yis macro lense)

See those circles? Those are *seeds*. I sent it to a former prof of mine who is an ethnobotanist for ID and she says she thinks it’s chenopodium AKA goosefoot, which was a staple food for the natives for a long time. One variety still is: quinoa. So basically, what we think we’re looking at is a 700 year old cooking accident. Or, as my professor put it:

So forgive the length, and I hope you all enjoyed this installment. =D

#archaeology #native americans #history #science #kyidylCL

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asuka--langley--soryu · 4 years ago

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tagged by: @so1987 thank you!!!

1. why did you choose your url?

I had just watched nge and wanted an asuka url and this was available lol. I have desperately and deeply wanted the single dash version for literally years but its never been available :// if you are hoarding it then pls know we are mortal enemies on this earth and i can and will fight you for it

2. any side blogs? if you have them, name them and why you have them.

well, first of all, this is a sideblog lol. my main is @paradoxspaces

I’ve had various sideblogs over the years but at this point the only active one (aside from here) is an mcr/music sideblog @so-ingestible. Once upon a time I ran @isgeorgehwbushdeadyet which is uhhh obviously now defunct but remains my pride and joy

3. how long have you been on tumblr? jfc since literally 2011 :/ ive seen it all and somehow stuck around which idk is probs in the dsm somewhere

4. do you have a queue tag? Is just ‘q’ right now, but back in the day I did used to have one of those dumb punny ones bc it was The Thing To Do

5. why did you start your blog in the first place? Started this blog bc I’d finished nge and was absolutely out of my mind about it and needed somewhere to vent that lol. Also I’d gotten this URL and it seemed a shame to waste it.

6. why did you choose your icon/pfp? this asuka has been one of my go-to pfps for yeaaars across various platforms. I like how judgemental she looks.

(tho just between you and me i have been thinking of changing it soon so mayhaps watch out for that)

7. why did you choose your header? I like the ‘red sea’ image and it’s not super obtrusive/obnoxious

8. which post of yours has the most notes? I have no idea lol I dont keep track of that. like i said i’ve been here since 2011 and have had multiple sideblogs in that time so is more work than its worth

9. how many mutuals do you have? is there a way to find this out that isn’t literally going through and counting? bc im like. not doing that.

10. how many followers do you have? 10k on here

11. how many people do you follow? 688

12. have you ever made a shitpost? lol yea sure whatever that even means

13. how often do you use tumblr? uh god probs too often? its really the only social media I use tbh

14. did you have a fight/argument with another blog? who won? lol no, not really and especially not at this point. i just.....dont take tumblr seriously enough to muster the kind of energy to get into the maladjusted social thunderdome that goes on here. obvs i have been known to get snippy w anons and post about disagreeing w certain opinions bc i am, at the end of the day, a bitch, but i dont think thats the same thing lol.

however i will say that on my main (and off tumblr as well, unfortunately) circa 2012 I used to throw myself passionately and heroically into the most god awful unholy trenches of the vriscourse bc idk apparently i had nothing better to do back then and thought it was my mission from god to argue w people on reddit. if you know anything about the relationship between any given unmedicated 14 yr old prelesbian meangirl and vriska then you can probably guess how i acted--which is to say like an absolutely rabid fucking animal.

15. how do you feel about ‘you need to share this’ posts? i ignore any posts longer than two sentences as a general rule

16. do you like tag games? (+) 17. do you like ask games? yes to both!

18. Which one of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous? o christ once again i have no fucking clue. if youre famous lmk

19. do you have a crush on a mutual? nah lol none of you are real

20. tags (no pressure!) o geez i will come back and edit this when im home xoxo

#this has been a text post #obvi im not serious about ignoring posts consiering my own long posting loool #but i do tend to scroll past things longer than a paragraph if they dont immediately grab me #mine

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orbitariums · 5 years ago

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happy together | ransom drysdale

anon asked: Hey! I was wondering if you write for Ransom Drysdale? If you do could you write something where he’s married but bc of his relationship with his family, none of them know &when the questioning takes place he unwilling tells everyone about it and how he couldn’t have done it bc he was with the reader the whole time yet they don’t believe him so the reader shows up and backs him up by showing the detective a video of their activities that took place that night and he’s super cute with the reader?

note: so i saw knives out when it came out and i had to freshen up a bit!! ransom is not a fav of mine for obvious reasons BUT i can appreciate a good ransom imagine, and i think this is one. i wasn’t quite sure how to write it at the beginning but it became so fun throughout. a short and sweet read. thanks anon!

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"He doesn't even have an alibi!" screeched Joni.

She wasn't the only one screeching - everyone's voices overlapped one another's in the living room where the family questioning was taking place. Ransom was the target of the hour and he was slouched uncomfortably in a classic grandfather chair, trying to maintain his stoic calm as his family griped at each other and specifically him.

He really didn't want to have to come to this point - but it was either that, or getting accused for murder. So, he would have to go to that point.

"I couldn't have been there," Ransom muttered, first quietly because he was trying to keep calm under the pressure.

Meg rolled her eyes,

"What was that? Speak up Ransom, you always seem to have so much to say!"

A raucous chorus of agreement ensued, and Ransom took in a deep breath, this time speaking louder, but calmly, effectively hushing the crowd,

"I couldn't have been there, because I was at home with my wife."

He locked eyes with the detective, who simply glanced at him, eyebrows quirked just slightly. Meanwhile, his entire family went beserk, bewildered by his statement. But of course he wouldn't have told them of his marriage, and they wouldn't have known to begin with. No one was invited to the wedding. It was private, just the two of them and a wedding clerk. And that was just how Ransom wanted it - no crazy family drama to interrupt, no noses in his business. Just him, and you, his lovely wife. Much sweeter than him, but still a perfect match for his demeanor. So, while everyone took in the sudden news, Ransom tuned them out, although his face grew hot and his jaw grew taut. No one was supposed to know, at least for as long as he could keep it a secret. He wasn't planning on telling anyone, and he wasn't willing to. But again, the circumstances were dire.

"Hm," Detective Blanc nodded slowly, taking in the situation.

"Well- you're not just gonna believe him, are you detective?" stuttered Walt.

Detective Benoit Blanc seemed to be thumbing over Ransom's options in his mind, to prove his own statement true. Finally he spoke, silencing the room in that magnetic way of his,

"Bring your wife. Tell her to bring evidence that you were there that night, and evidence that you're married of course. Now, let's break, shall we?"

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You instantly knew what you had to do, the moment Ransom called. You had insisted that you join him to support him during the questionings, but he refused, wanting to keep this a secret until he simply was unable to. It wasn't that he didn't appreciate you greatly, or want to show you off - just not to his family, for reasons he'd explained in depth ever since you started dating. But now that he called you, you were ready immediately. What better way to reveal yourself to the family than with great triumph, as you proved your husband innocent?

A hush went over the room as you entered. No one had ever seen you before, and your beauty and grace as you stood tall and resilient despite the hectic circumstances encapsulated everyone. And there was no doubting that you were Ransom's wife - the way your eyes glowed cold and belittling, shooting daggers at everyone in the room without even looking at one person in particular. Not unlike Ransom, you weren't too fond of his family either, from what he'd told you.

Though you'd always imagined that maybe one day you would meet under better circumstances, when Ransom had perhaps patched things up with his family, and you could put on a very wide smile and network your way through one of their famous dinner parties, cold hand in another cold hand as you introduced yourself: "Hi, I'm YN, Ransom's wife." But that wasn't the way you would be meeting, and thank god you got to skip past the sickly sweet drama of it all. What better way to meet the family than in this way?

You turned immediately on your ankle boot heel to face the detective, Ransom gazing at you with pleading eyes. You wore a trench coat length leather jacket over your shoulders, and a cable knit turtle neck top that matched Ransom's. In your manicured, unbattered hands you held a crisp manila file folder tight to your chest, which contained legal documents officiating your marriage with Ransom, and video evidence that proved his alibi. It was all down to you. You were his saving grace.

You spoke steadily and calmly, just like Ransom would, except you spoke in a poised, eloquent way, truly unbothered by the glares and stares of confusion that you were getting from his so-called "family." Their stares burned hot like knives in your back, and yet you persisted. Your husband was innocent. You would be the one to prove it, fully and completely, within thrall.

"Detective," you finally spoke, your voice smooth and just the right amount of husky. "I'm Y/N Drysdale, wife of Ransom Drysdale. I understand I've been called here to vouch for the innocence of my husband, who I can assure you, has no business being here among such - well, if I may be honest - insipid bastards."

You turned to face the family on that last part, turning them to stone just with the undeniable spite in your eyes, even earning a gasp from Joni. You turned back immediately as if nothing had happened, and on Ransom's face creeped a victorious smirk. Attagirl, he thought.

"But I digress," your heels clacked against the wooden floor as you walked directly in front of the detective, and passed him the folder full of evidence. "I understand you'll be wanting this."

The detective, amused by your film noir act, took the folder with grateful hands, and nodded. He sifted through the documents, you sitting down next to Ransom and holding his hand all throughout, giving it a squeeze. The detective made pleased humming noises as he sifted through the documents - so the marriage was legit. Now all that was left was a video tape, showing the time stamp in which Ransom had been at home with you, the thing that would prove him innocent.

"A movie," Detective Blanc joked, only gaining laughter from himself. "Let's see, then."

He put the tape in, and the activities of that night unfolded - in embarrassing, unfittingly cute time.

"Ransom, really, I can't be bothered!" despite your pleas, you were laughing giddily as Ransom hugged and tugged at you from behind, distracting you from your tax of stirring up homemade chocolate cake mix.

"Really, because you seem to like this," Ransom laughed, so carefree and happy - unlike him. He was teasing you, as always, something his family would never even expect to see. But it was happening so clearly on video, him holding you and caressing you, biting joyfully at your neck.

"You're going to make me waste this unborn chocolate cake, is that what you want?" you squealed as he picked you up, nevermind the fact that you were carrying a bowl of creamy chocolate cake mix.

"I can think of better things to eat," he cooed.

Skip.

"Ha! That's three games in a row I've won, pay up!" you exclaimed, throwing your hands up in the air in victory.

Earlier, you and Ransom had agreed that if you won three games of Uno with him, he'd give you a foot massage. He didn't need a bet to agree to that, but he thought it was cute how you were up to the challenge.

"Sure. But I would've done it anyway," Ransom reassured you, standing up to get the stuff he needed.

"Mhm, I know. You adore me, of course you would!" you exclaimed, laying back on the couch and propping your feet up in a very Hollywood actress fashion, flipping your hair as a smile took over your features. "But I like beating you."

"Game of luck," Ransom retorted, coming back into the room with a full massage kit.

"Game of strategy. Which I see you have none of," you teased him, and Ransom let you, a full lipped smile on his face.

"You know I'm letting you bask in this, right?"

"Oh, believe me, I know."

Skip.

It was just before your bedtime, but you and Ransom were sharing a glass of evening wine, sitting across from each other on your couches. You were dressed in a darling, expensive silk robe, and Ransom had on his best loungewear. Being rich had its small perks like that.

You sighed into your wine glass, then taking a big gulp.

"Must be hard not being around your family, huh?" you asked, easing into the conversation, the deep blues and oranges of the sky outside setting the tone.

"Not really," Ransom shrugged. "It's better without them, honest. It's not hard to not see them. It's great not to, in fact."

You chuckled bitterly,

"I hear that. I love my family, but they can be-"

"A pain in the ass," both you and Ransom said at once, and you ended up shaking your heads with knowing smiles.

"Cheers to that," Ransom offered, leaning across to clink his glass with yours. You obliged, and then you both took big sips.

"Hm... I'm going to tune out soon. Care to join me?"

"It's all I ever want to do."

Skip.

It appeared that you were in the bathtub, Ransom kneeling on the floor next to you, your entire body covered with soap and bubbles while he reached a bath cloth in, gently rubbing the cloth against your soapy body, while faint music played in the background.

"Uh- this won't be necessary, will it?" Linda's voice cut into the video.

She was definitely more concerned than you were - as you were watching the tape with a mischievous smirk, knowing exactly where this was heading.

"Who has security cameras in their bathroom?" Meg snorted, making a snide comment.

Barely turning your head to face her, you responded,

"Hmm, you would think that you would. To get video evidence of all the shit that comes out of your mouth."

"Well, I must agree. That is enough. And judging by the time stamps-" Detective started, and you simply sighed, rolling your eyes - what a waste of precious time, proving your obviously innocent husband innocent.

"He was there. With me. Enjoying lovely time with his lovely wife, his hand in marriage, his eternal partner. And obviously, he's innocent. Now, may we please be dismissed? It reeks of simple minds in here."

And in that moment, Ransom had never smiled so genuinely in front of his own family. All thanks to you.

#ransom drysdale #knives out #chris evans #chris evans imagine #ransom drysdale imagine #ransom drysdale oneshot #oneshot #imagine #chris evans oneshot #knives out oneshot #knives out imagine

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lilyswritings · 5 years ago

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It’s Cold Outside.

@meteora-fc requested: “Take my jacket. It’s cold outside.” with frank castle, bc you write him so well💖

author’s note: so what if i just wanted to write soft domestic drabble where i wake up in an apartment with my favorite mass murderer. let me live. ( no but really i’ve had this request forever and i only just got around to writing it thank you so so much for the request my love!! ) (( i’ve also realized that all my frank imagines either involve coffee or some form of hurt/comfort in his apartment - am i sorry? absolutely not. ))

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Frank Castle x Reader

It isn’t like you had planned on falling asleep in a supposedly dead vigilante’s apartment – but you’d already been tired by the time you’d gone to his, burnt out from your long shift at the diner, and his unassuming, beat up brown couch (that smelled like him) was just so soft and comfortable.

It also didn’t hurt that he’d fallen asleep curled around you, arms protectively encircled around your torso as your breaths fell in sync and you slowly drifted to sleep.

When you wake up, it’s to the sound of Frank cursing at the toaster and the smell of strong dark coffee (accompanied by hints of burnt toast) wafting through the tiny apartment. You keep your eyes stubbornly closed, relishing in the moment of tranquility and the domestic environment surrounding you that you almost never get to be a part of.

If Frank notices that you’re awake, he doesn’t say anything, or he decides to humor you as he lowers himself slowly onto the arm of the couch, his hand coming down to rest gently on your calf. He mutters your name a few times and you crack your eyes open, smiling at the sight of him.

“I made coffee.”

He always knows what to say to get you up.

Of course, you still make a big show of sitting up and stretching, grumbling about being woken up early, and Frank chuckles - a familiar low rumbling sound - as he leans over to kiss your forehead and place a mug of steaming coffee (just the way you like it) on the table in front of you.

You wrap your fingers around the thick ceramic U.S. Marine Corps mug, letting the warmth seep into you, as you watch Frank sit down next to you on the sofa.

There’s a soft morning glow filtering in through the blinds, casting the run-down apartment and its sleepy inhabitants in bands of pale orange light. His hair is getting longer now, curling at the nape of his neck and over his ears, a stark contrast to his previous military buzzcut. You prefer it vastly, you think, as you reach up and brush the shaggy pieces off his forehead, letting your fingers trail down to trace his growing facial hair.

“I like it when you grow your hair out.” You mutter through a sleepy smile, and he smirks in return as his hand comes up to rest over yours.

“Yeah?”

You hum a confirmation, eyes fluttering closed as you rest your head on his shoulder, relishing in the rare tranquility of the moment. One of Frank’s arms drapes itself around you, pulling you close, and you smile to yourself as he leans down to kiss your forehead, his beard tickling your skin.

You crack your eyes open, looking up into his dark russet eyes as he draws closer to you, peppering tiny kisses down your nose and your cheekbones until he reaches your mouth, finally sealing your lips together.

You absentmindedly find the solid surface of the coffee table and put your mug down as your eyes flutter closed, and you angle your body to face Frank entirely, both hands coming up to cup his face as he shifts on the sofa-

An abrupt ringing sound startles you both out of your reverie, and you huff out an angry laugh as Frank groans. You pull your phone out of your pocket, squinting at the harsh light, and sigh dramatically as you turn off the alarm.

“I have to get to work.” You say, and Frank’s face scrunches into a frown, but his arms retract from where they were wrapped around your torso enough to let you stand up off the sofa.

You kiss his forehead as you go to get your shoes from near the door, where they were discarded haphazardly yesterday, and crouch to pull them on.

“How did you get out from behind me on the couch last night? I didn’t notice you leave.” You ask, the question occurring to you suddenly.

“What can I say? I’m the Punisher.” Frank’s answer comes from your left, and you turn to see him resting on the kitchen counter, facing you.

“Stealth was never the Punisher’s thing. Maybe Daredevil’s, but definitely not yours.” You retort, grabbing your sweater from the back of the couch and pulling it on. “And besides, Punisher who? You’re Pete Castiglione now.” You tease, turning to find Frank standing next to the door.

“Take my coat, it’s cold outside.” He has his long black trench coat in his outstretched hand, and your lips quirk up into an unwitting smile at the giant piece of fabric.

“It’s not that cold.” You say, but he keeps the coat outstretched until you give in and take it from him. “Okay, mom.” You mutter under your breath, and he huffs out a laugh as you shrug the item on, rolling the sleeves so you’re not completely engulfed in the fabric.

Frank leans against the doorframe of the front door, arms folded as you go to leave. He leans down to kiss you, and before you have a chance to pull away and get going, he pulls you into him and deepens the kiss, the scruff of his beard rubbing against your upper lip and chin.

“Careful, Castiglione, we both have jobs to make it to.” You say, breathless, when you finally pull away, and he breaks out into a full smile, a dazzling sight that challenges the beauty of the morning sun, you think.

“Alright, alright. Get goin’.” He opens the door for you, and you press one last (quick) kiss to his lips as you step out into the hall.

“I’ll see you tonight?” He half-states, half-asks, and you smirk.

“Tonight.” You confirm, and force yourself to walk down the stairs and out the front door of the apartment building before you change your mind and get yourself fired from your job for skipping.

As the chilled morning air nips at your exposed skin, you smile as you tug the giant black coat tighter to your body, silently thanking Frank for the extra garment.

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kayliemusing · 4 years ago

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cupboard – are you petty? - Not really

delilah – do you have any pets? - Two siamese cats!

misfire – do you want any kids? if so, how many? - Maybe. I change my mind a lot lol. I can see myself with 2-3 kids.

killer queen – what’s an outfit that makes you feel sexy? - I never feel sexy but an outfit that always makes me feel mostly confident is my ribbed sweater tucked into high waisted jeans with a blazer on top.

radio gaga – top five favorite songs? - All Too Well by Taylor Swift, Wild Heart by Bleachers, Saturdays by Twin Shadow, Sleep On The Floor by The Lumineers, and Exile by Taylor Swift ft Bon Iver

freddie – tell us about someone who has changed your life positively. - This might be lame, but Taylor Swift. Obviously she's not a person who is physically in my life lol but I've looked up to her my whole life as a writer and then also as a person, and I just think her music has enriched my whole life is so many different ways from just helping me cope, to providing me with inspiration for my own writing ventures, to just giving me a distraction from life when it gets tough.

brian – what is something you are passionate about? - Writing, love, and being good to people.

john – are you a creative person? - I think so. Sometimes I don't feel like I'm creative enough or in the way I want to be, but I do have a creative spark to me.

roger – what’s a common misconception about you? - I'm quiet and a little on the socially anxious side, so I think a common misconception is that I'm mousy or people can walk all over me and I won't say anything but actually I have really high standards and given the chance, I can be very direct with my expectations or feelings. Like sometimes I'll let things slide but if it continues happening, I'll usually be like "hey stop". On that note, I also think people don't ever expect that I'm really protective too. It's always fun when people think I'm quiet and then they're mean or disrespectful about someone I care about and I stand up for them because there's always this moment of surprise from people lol.

deaky – do you have any nicknames? - Not really. My aunt still calls me Kay Rae sometimes but that's an old one from when I was like super little lol. No one really has a nickname for me.

all dead – when was the last time you cried? - Yesterday.

don’t stop me now – what’s your go-to happy song? - Usually any upbeat Taylor Swift song like Shake It Off or ME! (Both of which get a bad rap for being "annoying" or "childish" which I respectfully disagree with because they're bops and they get the job done).

lover boy – are you a romantic? - Yes

maracas – what’s your prized possession? - I don't know if I really have one. Probably my phone I guess.

bites the dust – bassists or drummers? - I don't really have an opinion tbh. Maybe bassists?

live aid – what’s your dream concert line-up? - Probably like: Taylor Swift, Haim, The Lumineers, Conan Gray, The 1975, Of Monsters and Men, Halsey, and maybe Olivia Rodrigo. I've never really considered this lol.

clean machine – what’s your dream car? - Of all time, I would love to have like a 1970s chev convertible but realistically for me right now I want the Hyundai venue so bad.

mercury – if you could change your name, would you? - Yes, because I find my name childish sounding. I'm a writer and one of my biggest things about my name is that I don't think it sounds professional enough lol

drowse – how do you spend your lazy days? - Not doing my hair or makeup and just watching YouTube all day.

make love – what is your sexuality? - Heterosexual

hot space – what’s an unpopular opinion you have? - Ariana Grande's voice annoys me. I have no beef with her as a person, I just find her voice kind of annoying especially when she's doing that shouty notes thing or where she drags out her notes. It's kind of the same reason I don't like Carrie Underwood much anymore because of the constant up and down octaves. Drives me insane.

‘39 – what are you afraid of? - Spiders, loss, failure/not achieving my dreams, living an ordinary or mundane life in which I never find joy or fulfillment.

borhap – are you happy? - No

jim – are you in love? - No

mary – are you friends with any of your exes? - I don't have exes, because I've never dated *finger guns*

mustapha – how many languages do you speak? - Just English

flash – favorite movie? - Hm, probably Clueless. It's always the first one that pops in my head lol.

las palabras de amor – what’s the most romantic thing someone has ever done for you? - They haven't lmao

tenement funster – are you a good flirt? - No, because I'm shy so I only laugh nervously

rainbow – best concert you’ve ever been to? - I guess Marianas Trench in 2013. I haven't really been to a crazy good show but I remember really enjoying that one. (But via Netflix Taylor Swift's rep tour is the best concert of all time)

scrabble – do you and your friends have any traditions? - We used to get together every halloween night or the night before depending on our schedules and watch every disney channel halloween movie. It was one of my favourite things, but Friend A moved to Vancouver and Friend B isn't in my life anymore.

seven seas – where have you always wanted to travel? - NYC, LA, Prince Edward Island, France, and Hawaii are the big ones, but lately I've really been wanting to see Charleston South Carolina, Edinburgh Scotland, and The Lakes District in England.

keep yourself alive – what keeps you alive? - Taylor Swift's music tbh lmao

liar – are you good at sensing when someone is lying to you? - If they're being obvious or hard to believe, yes, but if they're good at lying, probably not lol.

modern times – if you could go back in time, what decade would you travel to? - I have this weird longing to see Victorian London, maybe around 1830-60s. It probably wasn't a vibe, but I'm in love with Victorian London architecture and furniture so it is what it is. Also would have loved to enjoy the 80s.

japan – favorite place you’ve traveled to? - I haven't been outside of Canada so my list is short. I'd probably say Victoria, BC, but I never was able to fully enjoy it because I had a stomach virus when we were there so every time I ate I felt sick which feels very on brand for me.

garden lodge – what’s your dream home? - I literally have an entire pinterest board dedicated to this. It would be a cozy farmhouse/french country style cottage out in the countryside surrounded by fields and wildflowers.

disco – guilty pleasure? - Buzzfeed quizzes and romance novels.

sunglasses – how’s your eyesight? - Okay. I wear glasses, but my prescription isn't awful. Bad enough that I can't be without my glasses, but good enough that I'm not totally blind if I ever lost them. (I can't see distance so I mean I probably wouldn't get in the car and drive if I lost my glasses but that's beside the point.)

1977 – long hair or short hair? - I'm currently in a phase of needing to grow out my hair, but I generally love cute short hairstyles.

smile – when you were little, what did you want to be when you grew up? - I wanted to be in business.

cheese toast – favorite food? - cheesecake

blazer – do you share your clothes? - With my sister sometimes yeah.

lap of the gods – if you could meet anyone, alive or dead, who would it be and what would you tell them? - Taylor Swift, and I'd probably just talk to her about personal stuff and then how she's been an inspiration to me as a writer.

#survey

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astralshipper · 5 years ago

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HEY GUYS so I wrote out one of my old sam dreams and it’s one of the ones that messed me UP bc it was super meta so this isn’t like... all of it obviously bc dreams are weird and don’t stay in ur head but this is as much as I remembered...yes it’s cuddly clingy sam and yes it’s way ooc but i didnt do this ok my brain said this had to happen so-

Pairing: Sam x Astra

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Astra found herself standing off to the side in the slightly cramped elementary school art classroom. Her plans to help her friend with her classes was turning out to be a terrible idea. Her hair was in a mess of a bun atop her head, she knew she had at least two colors of paint on her face, and she hadn’t gotten enough sleep last night. Or… wait, when had she… when had she woken up? She remembered going to sleep but, the waking up part… That was…

“Missing,” a familiar gravelly voice spoke. Her head shot up from her place cleaning paint brushes at the sink. With one look, everything slotted into place. Sam, Dean, and Castiel stood in front of her friend dressed head to toe in their fed threads, though Castiel’s were simply his normal clothes sans the trench coat. The reason she didn’t remember waking up is because she never did. The first Supernatural dream she had ever had only happened a couple weeks prior, and she remembered exactly what happened last time. Sam had proposed last time - on accident, to be fair, but he went for it in the end. She knew the idea of her dreams connecting was a ridiculous idea, and that wouldn’t carry over at all. That’s not usually how dreams work, so she just watched, thinking back and yearning for that same look in Sam’s eyes to meet her again.

Dean held up a photo of a young teenage girl, along the top of the page spelled out in red letters was the word ‘MISSING.’ Tragic, she thought to herself. Shame on her subconscious for hurting that girl, she��d done nothing wrong.

Something Astra’s friend said clearly affected Sam, as he began rapidly turning his head on a swivel in search of something important. As soon as his eyes locked onto Astra’s a smile bloomed across his face. He bounded towards her like an excited puppy meeting a new friend for the first time, big smile, floppy hair and all. “Astra!” He greeted happily. He took the girl into his arms and pressed a kiss to her forehead as he rocked them both back and forth. Astra took no time to wrap her arms around Sam’s torso. “I’ve missed you, you haven’t been back since… well…” He trailed off as he trailed his hand along her left arm and pulled away to tug her hand in between their bodies. On her ring finger, she realized, sat the same ring from her dream a couple weeks prior. A soft gasp left her lips, and Sam chuckled. He brought her hand up to his lips and pressed a kiss to the back of it. “I still can’t believe it,” he murmured.

Astra peered up at him in wonder. “You… That… You remember that too?” She asked in curiosity. Sam gave her a soft, understanding smile.

“Don’t remember again, huh? That’s okay. I’m just glad you’re here. These past couple weeks have been rough without you,” he admitted. His thumb brushed over the back of her hand as he held onto it. His feet shuffled awkwardly on the tile floors and he bit his lip in thought. “Do you… I know you don’t remember what we are, but you… Could I…” He broke off with a sigh and hung his head low.

Astra furrowed her brows in confusion. “What? Sam, what’s wrong? How can I help?” She jumped to action right away, not wanting the sad puppy look to appear in a situation that she could stop.

A smile once again tugged at Sam’s lips, much to the woman’s delight. “I just… God, this is always really hard to ask about on these days… Okay, so we’re… together, I think you’ve gathered by now.” He paused to wait for her nod, and as soon as he got it he continued. “I just… get affectionate sometimes, especially if I haven’t seen you in a while, and I wanted to make sure that was okay…” He shrunk down slightly as though trying to make himself appear smaller.

Astra beamed at the question, almost bouncing on her heels at the idea of getting to be near him for longer. Even though this was all just a dream, she wanted to soak it all up while she could. Her mind flickered back to the blog she ran back in the real world, all of the posts she’s made about this man and how much she always wanted to talk with him and be with him. Her face was instantly overtaken by a blush.

Sam interlaced their fingers and turned to Cas and Dean, who were still speaking with Astra’s friend a few feet away. His brother and best friend glanced over at the couple and both offered their own smiles and waves in greeting to Astra. “We’ve got this, Sammy. Go be all gross. It’s good to see you, pipsqueak,” Dean called over to them in an exasperated tone, though the grin and wink he flashed to Astra insisted that he was far from annoyed. Cas remained silent, but he made sure to lock eyes with her and give her a soft smile as well as a nod.

Sam tugged Astra away to the other side of the room and sat down up against the wall. Astra took a moment to settle down next to him with a few inches of space between them. This clearly wasn’t what Sam wanted, because he let out a huff and pulled her into his side. He pressed a kiss to her temple and allowed his lips to linger there for a moment before letting out a soft sigh and raising his head back up. Astra felt herself missing the contact and, sucking in a breath for bravery, she settled her head down on Sam’s shoulder. Sam hummed in contentment and allowed his head to rest atop hers.

Sam slid one of his legs under one of Astra’s bent legs so her limb was slung over his, making them feel even closer than they already were without having to move anywhere. “I’ve missed you,” Sam muttered, so softly that Astra could hardly hear it.

“I hope I remember this when I wake up,” Astra pleaded with her own brain. She felt Sam’s rumbling chuckle.

“Even if you don’t, you know I’m there for you, right?” He asked her. She paused for a minute, and he sighed. His head turned to press a soft kiss in her hair, and the girl curled into his side melts at the contact. “I am, you know. I can’t be with you, and trust me, I know how much it sucks, because I miss you like crazy, but I know you’re out there and you love me. And with that, I know everything will be okay.”

Astra took in a shaky breath and burrowed her face into his neck. “You’re too good…” She muttered. Astra chuckled.

“Says you.” He allows her to drop the subject and grabs her hand closest to him, pulling it up and playing with her fingers for a moment. Astra’s brows furrowed.

“What are you doing?” She asked in curiosity. The hunter splayed her fingers out and held his hand up against her own. His hand dwarfed hers by a long shot, and Sam couldn’t help the chuckle that left his lips.

“Dean’s right, you are a pipsqueak,” he teased. Astra faked an offended gasp and lightly smacked his arm in retaliation. A fit of laughter left him as she scolded him and he wrapped an arm around her to pull her back into his side. She huffed and took up her previous position with her head against his shoulder. Sam held out his hand again and wiggled his fingers in request.

“No way! You’re just gonna make fun of me again,” Astra pouted.

“Aww, angel,” Sam cooed teasingly. “I won’t make fun of you, I promise, little bit.”

Astra groaned in annoyance, much to his delight, but placed her hand in his anyways. He interlaced their fingers together and placed his free hand on her leg slung over his own. They pair sat there for what could have been minutes or hours, it didn’t really seem to matter to either of them. At one point, though, Astra felt the usual pull that precedes waking up from a dream. She let out a whine at the realization that this was all almost over.

“What’s wrong, angel?” Sam asked in worry, pulling away to look at her.

Astra sighed. “I’m about to wake up from all of this,” she muttered in a downtrodden tone. “I don’t wanna leave you… I’m gonna miss you, Sam…” She felt a sob bubbling up in her throat, and the tears would soon follow. She tried her best to swallow it down, but Sam knew her all too well. He frowned and pulled her into his chest in a hug.

“Shh, it’s okay, Astra. It’s okay. You’ll be back soon, alright? I’ll see you again. You’re okay. I love you, alright? No matter how long it takes you to come back, I love you, alright?” He assured her. His thumb stroked her temple as he cradled the side of her head. She nodded furiously and placed a hand over his own, leaning in and pressing her forehead against his.

“I love you too, Sam,” she stated with confidence. His smile was enough to get her to grin, even in this state.

“Okay, Astra. I’ll see you soon, promise you.” He pressed his lips against hers in a quick kiss, a kiss of which she tried to soak up as much as possible, and pulled away just enough to press a kiss to her nose. “Til next time, little angel.”

And then she woke up. In her own bed, in her own house, in the real world. A moose plushie sat clutched in her arms, and Supernatural merchandise lay about the room where she remembers leaving it. Sam wasn’t real. None of that was real. No matter how real it felt. She took in a deep breath and dropped back onto her pillow.

Just because it wasn’t real didn’t mean her mind won’t let her see Sam again… right?

#long post #long post tw #astra writes #supernaturally soulmates #dont mind me #being a dumbass #astras dumb shit #just wanted to have this down in words and not just Brain Stuff so i dont lose it forever one day adjfeh

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gregoftom · 6 years ago

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okay… all uneven numbers for the ask game 🙃

OOF sjdskjd ok

1. 3 Fears

death, people leaving me and my loved ones being in danger/unsafe/hurt

3. 2 turns on

like… bitchiness and sassiness hhhhh, and dirty talk

5. My best friend

i have a few and i don’t wanna list them in case i miss someone! but one of them is @billythemuppet

7. How tall am I

6′4″-5″, i’m not 100%, i need to be measured again

9. Favourite color

brown and green

11. Favourite place

my bedroom i guess? i don’t go out much dhfdjhfd

13. Shoe size

answered already!

15. Hair color

naturally, brown. it’s kind of ginger-y brown rn?? like the gingers washed out quite a bit but there’s some bits still in there

17. Favourite song

i have so manyyyy but one is rhythm of your heart by marianas trench

19. How I feel right now

answered!

21. My current relationship status

single

23. Favourite season

winter!

25. Tattoos and piercing I want

answered!

27. Do I ever get “good morning” or “good night ” texts?

every so often, but it’s quite rare

29. How long does it take me to get ready in the morning?

like 10 mins??

31. Where am I right now?

home in my bedroom

33. Do I live with my Mom and Dad?

yep. you think i can afford living somewhere on my own? lol. in this economy?

35. Do I have someone of the opposite sex I can tell everything to?

nope! i have like… a few guy friends but they’re more like colleagues

37. If I could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?

my ozzie!!! i wanna see her so bad ughhfsndg

39. Do I prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?

answered!

41. Do I perfer talking on the phone or video chatting online?

neither lmao i hate both

43. Do I believe in magic?

i think so! some things just can’t be explained by science!

45. What’s the weather like right now?

cloudy and cool, lil bit rainy (not enough rain imo)

47. Do I have any nicknames?

jae and eddie

49. Can I touch my nose with a tounge?

yep!

51. What was I doing last night at 12 AM?

uhhhh watching got i think

53. What is my favorite word?

i have a few! tourniquet, spelunking, fuck

55. If the whole world were listening to me right now, what would I say?

be good to people in retail and customer service fuckers

57. What is my current desktop picture?

it’s standard windows 10 rn i need to change it!

59. Bought condoms?

nope

61. Have I ever kissed somebody in the rain?

answered!

63. Smoked weed?

yep

65. Drank alcohol?

yep

67. Been overweight?

i am rn

69. Gotten my heart broken?

oh yes. it’s the literal worst lmao

71. Been in airplane?

yep

73. Wore make up?

like… twice in my life. it just Does Not look good on me lol

75. Had a surgery?

nope

77. Stalked someone on a social network?

nah

79. Been rejected by a crush?

many times

81. Do I like my handwriting?

it’s okay i guess

83. Have I ever got caught sneaking out or doing anything bad?

uhhhhHHH… i’ve definitely been caught doing something bad but i can’t remember what exactly lol

85. What my greatest achievments are

uhhhhhh… getting a job i guess?? that’s like It i have 0 ability

87. What I’d do if I won in a lottery

definitely visit my oz

89. My closest Tumblr friend

@billythemuppet

91. Are you outgoing or shy?

pretty outgoing! i love social interaction

93. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now?

doubtful lmao

95. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with?

@billythemuppet again probably lol

97. What are your 5 favorite songs right now?

hmmm

recipe - wild partymonster - the mowglisgood boys - josie dunnebad love - sleeping wolfcabin fever - luna blake

99. Do you think there is life on other planets?

probably…

101. Do you like your neighbors?

they’re okay i guess. we don’t talk much

103. Favorite part of your daily routine?

getting home after work lol

105. What do you do when you wake up?

go on my phone for 15 min so i wake up properly

107. Do you ever want to get married?

ew no

109. Would you rather live without TV or music?

ughhh i hate this!! music i guess. bc tv doesn’t include movies does it..?

111. What are your favorite stores to shop in?

i do most of my shopping online LOL but i guess various charity shops

113. Do you smile at strangers?

sometimes, depends on my mood

115. Ever wished you were someone else?

i used to a lot but not rn

117. Last thing you ate?

mcdonalds

119. Ever been in love?

yep

121. Twitter or Tumblr?

tumblr

123. What colour are your towels?

various, there’s like blue and pink and white

125. First person you talked to today?

@billythemuppet lol she’s a lot of the answers :P

127. Name a person you hate?

this fucking customer at my work who’s been banned 3 times, is racist, harasses staff, hits other customers with things and grabs you and presses herself to you. it’s so gross ughdsfsg. she comes in eeevery fucking day too

129. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now?

aforementioned woman lol

131. Have any pets?

2 cats :)

133. Do you regret anything from your past?

buncha things, but mostly dropping out of school

135. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt?

yep

137. Do you believe in true love?

i think so?

139. Do you believe in ghosts?

yeah definitely!

#riddle box #long post #thanks! THIS TOOK FOREVER LOL #about me #sassy-molassy

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dreamscatch · 6 years ago

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50 questions

i was tagged by @princess-shurii 💕

1. What takes up too much of your time? - procrastinating ashgjdhj and just laying in bed on my phone for hours

2. What makes your day better? - music, talking with people, taking a bit of time to myself!

3. What’s the best thing to happen to you today? - i woke up only like 3 hours ago and haven’t really done much yet so i honestly guess it was the queer eye episode i just watched (i cried but then again i cry in almost every single episode)

4. What fictional place would you like to go to? - moominvalley!!!

5. Are you good at giving advice? - definitely depends on the subject but i’ve been told i’m pretty good with advice i guess?

6. Do you have any mental illness? - yeah i have anxiety & panic disorders

7. Have you ever experienced sleep paralysis? - i have not :o

8. What musician inspired you the most? - there’s like so many musicians that have inspired me but let’s say panic! at the disco, eden and bts!

9. Have you ever fallen in love? - not really tbh

10. What’s your dream date? - anything cute and little, like a little walk or a picnic in the spring idk

11. What do others notice about you? - that i’m tiny ?? idk you’d have to ask someone else :D

12. What is an annoying habit you have? - complaining, ripping the skin on my fingers etc

13. Do you still talk to your first love? - no??

14. How many exes do you have? - i’d say 0 because i don’t count any of those ppl as my exes

15. How many songs are in your playlist? - i have so many playlists skjadhkj but the one with the most songs has 676 songs!

16. What instruments can you play? - piano, ukulele, guitar, kalimba + kantele (kind of lmao)

17. What do you have the most pictures of? - on my phone it’s like 90% memes & kpop pictures and 10% selfies

18. Where would you like to go before you die? - there’s so many places :o i need to see some good ol’ mountains at some point, that’s for sure. also japan.

19. What is your zodiac? - cancer

20. Do you relate to it? - mostly yes

21. What is happiness to you? - feeling good about myself, seeing things in a new light, having the people i love around me

22. Are you going through anything right now? - i’m going through a lot because i’m graduating in exactly 2 months and future feels uncertain but i’m coping

23. What’s the worst decision you ever made? - sticking for so long with some of the people who ended up hurting me the most

24. What’s your favorite store? - i’m not sure, i love bookstores a lot!

25. What’s your opinion on abortion? - everyone should have the possibility to choose for themselves and their body

26. Do you keep a bucket list? - not really, only a mental one

27. Do you have a favorite album? - p!atd - twtltrtd, the killers - day and age, bts - ly:tear, eden - vertigo, rm - mono, top - trench and the nbhd - wiped out! (ok i wasn’t probably supposed to name them all but there they are lol)

28. What do you want for your birthday? - i haven’t really thought about it yet

29. What are most people’s first impression of you? - i have no idea, you’d have to ask the people :D

30. What age do you seem according to most people? - younger than i am most of the time, i guess i’ve been told i look like 16 or something

31. Where do you keep your phone while you’re sleeping? - on my bedside table

32. What word do you say the most? - idk, maybe something like “okay”

33. What’s the oldest age you would date? - something around 21 i guess?

34. What’s the youngest age you would date? - i don’t think i’d date minors so let’s say 18

35. What job/career do most people say would suit you? - some ppl say i’d make a great teacher but i don’t complete agree

36. What’s your favorite music genre? - pop and alternative + electronic music (not edm but like cool electronic vibey music)

37. If you could live in any country in the world, where would it be? - uk, japan or like sweden i guess??

38. What is your current favorite song? - “painkiller” by before you exit

39. How long have you had this blog for? - 2015

40. What are you excited for? - graduation (i’m both excited and terrified tbh)

41. Are you a better talker or listener? - listener

42. What is the last productive thing you did? - i did stuff for my uni applications yesterday but i really need to complete them today though

43. What do you want for christmas? - it’s very long before christmas so i have no idea

44. What class do you get the best grades in? - i don’t really have classes anymore but i used to get the best grades in english, maths (how??) and history

45. On a scale of 1-10, how are you feeling right now? - like 7? i’m not feeling my best bcs i got cramps and i’m stressed but honestly not that bad tbh

46. What can you see yourself doing in ten years? - hopefully doing what i love, living somewhere nice, enjoying life

47. When did you get your first heartbreak? - like 2013-ish?

48. What age do you want to get married? - i have no idea :o

49. What career did you want to have as a child? - i wanted to be a librarian!!

50. What do you crave right now? - sleep, sweet things, ice cream perhaps?

i tag: @loverserendipity @softsweateredjimin @ballerida @bboymyg @jungkookisclearlythebestest and anyone who wants to do this but no pressure (this was honestly a handful :D)

#tag game

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hollandsangel · 2 years ago

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I posted 1,531 times in 2022

That's 1,136 more posts than 2021!

380 posts created (25%)

1,151 posts reblogged (75%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@silkscream

@tomdutch

@userholland

@ddejavvu

@plainemmanem

I tagged 1,179 of my posts in 2022

Only 23% of my posts had no tags

#tsh - 271 posts

#tom holland - 234 posts

#tom - 168 posts

#tommy boy - 165 posts

#petey - 100 posts

#steven - 89 posts

#asks - 78 posts

#tom holland x reader - 64 posts

#tom holland concept - 60 posts

#tom holland blurb - 60 posts

Longest Tag: 137 characters

#mr clarke is so happy when steve gets to hs not bc he didn’t like him but bc he can’t keep having this 13 y/o ask questions that make him

My Top Posts in 2022:

happy accident | tom holland

again, this is 6.4k of self indulgence, but i hope you enjoy😌

summary: despite your differences you fall in love with him

warnings: 18+ content!! unprotected sex solely bc i was too lazy to write it in lmao, but wrap it before you tap it babes!! some angsty stuff and tom not thinking

not my gif

you’d met him by accident. you were waiting to pick up your drink from the counter just as he was on his way to grab his and bumped into his shoulder. you apologized just as quickly as it had happened, barely looking over until he ever so gently placed his hand over your bicep, just to steady you as he said “s okay, are you alright?”

he looked familiar, like you were supposed to know him from somewhere.

“yeah, ‘m fine, thank you, uh, are you okay?” truly it was a minor incident, and you’d expected to go on about your day and forget anything had even happened, but he was so smiley looking back at you, and you still had to wait for your coffee. so there you stood, feet cemented to the floor as you stared at this mundane stranger.

“yeah, m’ alright,” he nodded, and his voice was just as familiar as his face.

you both stood there a little awkwardly as you waited for your orders, the only moment it seemed to dissolve was when you reached forward and thanked the barista for the bagel she handed you in a small paper bag.

“i’m tom, by the way,” you had been able to feel him watching you, and truthfully you’d been sneaking glances as well, he was really handsome.

“y/n,”

“what did you order?” he asks, hands falling into the pockets of his trench coat, as he moves a bit closer to you so another person can wait for their order.

you explain your go to order, and he smiles when you ask the same, “i get a lot of hate for this, but m’ an iced chai latte kinda guy.”

“i thought you were gonna say straight black or something to impress me.” you find yourself saying, smile growing along with his.

“you know that would have been smart, but i couldn’t have you catching me in a lie y/n,” he pushes a lock of hair back as he speaks, and for some reason it is entirely captivating, his eyes squinting through his smile.

“y/n?” the barista calls before you can respond, your drink sliding onto the counter. as your eyes drift from his to the disposable cup, you can’t help but feel a pang of apathy in your chest.

“that’s me.” you mumble, slowly grabbing the cup and turning to face him, staring at him expectantly.

“um,” he starts, bunching up a napkin in his hand when you catch a glance, “if you ever wanna get a chai latte with me, or black coffee,” his smile is weirdly confident, contradicting the tone of his voice as he hands you the crumpled napkin. you can’t help the smile that spreads across your lips, biting into your bottom one as you walk out of the cafe.

a few weeks go by, and you’re starting to wonder why tom hasn’t asked you out. he keeps throwing out the same excuses, saying he’s busy or out of town every time you bring up a time and place. it makes you wonder if maybe he’d lost interest, but finally, finally an invitation comes through;

i know i’ve been awful lately but i was wondering if you were free this saturday? i’d love to take you out :)

you try really hard not to get too excited, because as nice as he was, and as fun talking to him turned out to be, you’d been really hopeful for a date, and all the times he had to turn you down chipped away at your confidence.

is this a joke???

lol no i swear!

saturday around 7, i can pick you up if you’d like

okay, i’m trusting you, saturday at 7

so there you are, saturday night at 6:45pm fixing up the final touches on your hair when your phone lets out a little ding.

could you send me your address?

sure thing

you type out the address and tuck your phone into your bag before sliding on your shoes.

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bare | s. harrington

um??? another one??? typically my writing is more ~emotionally involved~ than this work and the last have been, but i’m really having fun with these silly little scenarios

summary: dustin is scared for life

warnings: mildly suggestive throughout, mostly just steve and dustin bc i <3 them but that’s really it :)

wc: 1.2k

gif by @hawkinsindiana !

“oh shit,” steve pants, face emerging form it’s place in the junction of your neck and shoulder when the loud ring of the door bell chimes through the house, “that’s dustin,”

you groan and toss your head back against the pillows, arms still secured around your boyfriend’s shoulders. “you have terrible timing, harrington,” you mumble, earning a smirk in return.

“hey i got you off didn’t i?” steve winks, pressing his mouth to yours in a quick peck.

“you’re insufferable,” you grin up at him, pushing his hair back with your fingers and chasing him for another kiss. a second loud knock on the front door breaks you apart, “we should get dressed,” you mutter into the space between you.

“yeah,” steve nods curtly, still breathless and pushing himself away from your bare chest. you sit up and watch as he struggles into some jeans and a polo, tossing you a sweater in the process. “be right back!” he calls as he runs down the stairs, shirt barely over his head.

you laugh to yourself and slide out from under the covers, slipping steve’s sweater on and searching for your own jeans. you hear the front door opening, steve calling out an excited, “henderson!”

they’re talking downstairs, and there’s muffling on the walkie no doubt clipped to dustin’s belt. something about mike and will being late.

“the game’s in like fifteen minutes, where’s y/n?” dustin asks him, heading to the kitchen to rummage through the fridge like he’s done a million times.

“uh,” steve looks up the stairs to his closed bedroom door, “i think she’s just changing, should be down soon,” he leans against the kitchen counter, hastily catching the coke dustin tosses at him.

“well we gotta get going, are we picking up robin too?”

steve opens his drink and shakes his head, “no, shes’s already there, some uh, band thing,” you’ve made it halfway down the stairs now, and you watch as steve waves his can in the air as he speaks.

“you guys ready?” you ask, flipping your hair out from under the collar of your sweater. steve gives you a soft smile when you tap the rim of dustin’s cap.

“sure are,” he says with that same smile, tilting the coke nearer to you. you take a sip as he throws his arm over you.

“i wanna pick the music!” dustin calls, running out the door to the bmw.

steve just looks over at you with a grin. he looks so good like this; happy, at peace. he pulls you in a little bit closer and kisses your hair and you plant your palm on his chest.

“you guys are gross,” dustin pipes up, watching you walk down the drive way together. steve sneers at him playfully.

“you sound like robin,” you chuckle, sliding into the passenger seat once steve’s opened the door for you.

“hey, robin’s right, she told me, you guys were going at it in the backroom at family video! real nasty shit–”

“dustin!” steve exclaims, arm around the back of your seat, ready to back up.

“what! jeeze, i’m just saying…” the boy trails off, static from the walkie-talkie pulling your attention away. “awe shit, you have any batteries?”

you and steve look at each other until you turn around to face dustin, “i thought you always carried batteries?”

“i have like…four, i need more, you got any?”

steve looks at you again, then at dustin and sighs, gesturing with his hand. “...yeah, up in my room on my desk, in like…a drawer or something, check my walk-man,” you give him a curious look, earning a mouthed ‘i dunno’ and a shrug from your boyfriend.

dustin sprints back into the house and up the stairs, muttering ‘batteries..batteries, batteries’ under his breath as he pushes steve’s bedroom door open and stumbles inside. “okay…desk..” dustin rumages around on the dresser first, looking for steve’s walkman. the horn honks twice from the drive way, “shit,” dustin mutters, moving over to the desk.

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we need a milf reader x tom where dads are ogling at her

pls and thank you

i was truly obsessed with this concept it was so cute and fun to write

shameless | tom holland

gif by @thollandgifs !

it’s late evening. tom had gotten off work a little later than usual, and you’d taken your time eating dinner together before wandering to the grocery store for the week's shop.

the store is relatively empty, considering the hour, and it’s the picture of peace as you walk leisurely down the aisles with your hand in one of tom’s, the basket hanging from his other arm.

“okay,” you begin, holding up a small slip of paper littered with tom’s messy handwriting, “we’ve got the eggs, almond milk, peaches…” you’re mumbling to yourself as you check things off the list, and tom is watching you intently, smiling as he observes you. “oh! we need to get some more of those cookies, the little ones with the…the…” you snap your fingers, trying to remember.

tom quirks a brow, “the fudge ones?”

“yes! those ones.” you nod, looking over to search the shelves for the familiar box.

“i thought you didn’t like them?” his brows furrow together, reminiscing on a time when you forced the box away from you, hardly able to handle the scent.

“well i guess the baby changed their mind.” you shrug, rubbing a hand over your swollen belly with a hum.

tom looks down, admiring the action you do so absently now, without as much as a thought. he shifts the basket into the crook of his elbow to free his own hand, joining you in the soothing motion. he can’t help but grin, over taken with joy at the reminder that you’re carrying his child, that in a few more weeks, you’ll be parents. he leans in and presses his soft lips to your temple. you hum in acceptance.

down the aisle, tom catches the maundering stare of man about his age glued to your body. you’re wearing a loose knit sweater under your trench coat, but with your due date growing nearer, you show through most of your clothes. tom hardens his gaze at the man, who is shameless in his ogling of you. it makes his skin crawl.

“c’mon love,” he tugs on your hand, his eyes forward, “i think they’re in the next aisle.” he doesn’t really know, but he can’t stand the hungry look being shot at you, so he pulls you away, pressing himself closer and glaring at the bloke as you pass him.

“are you okay?” your sweet voice pulls him back to you, expression matching your tone when he meets your eyes.

“yeah, m’ okay.” he nods, pecking your cheek to further his point.

“mmk,” you hum, “what flavour of protein bars did you want, lovie? you didn’t write it on the list…tom?”

“what the fuck?” he mutters, head turning as another man eyes your form.

“excuse me?” you remark incredulously.

“baby, we gotta go.” with a bit too much urgency, tom tugs your hand, and the waddle you have to do to keep up with him must look ridiculous.

“tom, tom, slow down, pregnant lady here.” you remind him, still as confused as ever, “what’s wrong?”

“oh, shit, sorry, love,” he seems to calm, “are you alright?” and there he is again, your attentive, loving husband.

“yes, i’m fine, are you okay?

he huffs and looks around. you’re in the health food aisle now, and it seems pretty vacant, “these men keep looking at you, darling, like they want to fucking ravish you.” he explaims in a hushed voice, seriousness crawling amongst each word.

you laugh, and tom pulls back.

“y/n,” he says sternly, “i’m serious.”

“i know,” you giggle, “that’s why it’s so funny.” with a squeeze of his hand you release it, moving yours up to his shoulder instead, “why does it matter?”

tom seems almost offended by this question, “because you’re my wife?” he says, as if the answer should be incredibly obvious, “and it’s weird to look at a pregnant woman, who is clearly in a relationship, so shamelessly??”

you can’t bite back your laugh any longer, and it tumbles out when you shake your head and pat his cheek, “you’re ridiculous and cute. go get your protein bars, doof.”

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not me being horny on your main!! anyways just so u know peter really likes sucking tits, he told me himself and i'd love to hear your take on it 😌

right so. nsfw, minors shoo!!

peter is crawling through your window, spider mask pulled half way up his face to reveal his mouth and tip of his nose. you turn and lay your book flat on your chest, watching clumsy stumble over the sill from your bed with half a smile on your face.

“hey, pete,” he buffs at your greeting and tugs the spandex away, his hair falling to his forehead with the momentum, “how was your night?”

he merely grumbles, and when his hands fall to his hips, you notice.

“i’ve had better,” he mumbles, peeling himself out of his suit and standing before you in only his boxers, the material tented as he walks himself over to your bed.

you can’t help but giggle, reaching for your bookmark before he sits on the edge of the mattress, “why’s that?”

he groans and lays himself along your body, suppressing his sound into material of your old t shirt, “something about swinging through skyscrapers at 11pm kn the cold with a hard on,”

your fingers twine into his hair and try to muffle your laugh, feeling him against your thigh.

“don’t laugh at meee,” peter whines, hands crawling up your sides under your top, helping himself to your smooth expanse of skin, nosing the underside of your breast and pressing little kisses where his lips fall.

“can’t help it, you’re cute when you’re needy,” you tell him, fumbling over your breaths when his thumbs rub over your ribs, one hand coming down to your stomach to push your shirt up and reveal more of your skin to him.

“you smell good,” he breathes, ignoring anything else you might have to say, his mind stuck on one thing and one thing only. “taste good too,” he adds, his tongue poking out to lave along the edge of your rib cage.

“petey,” you whisper as he kisses up high, between the valley of your breasts and the swell of both, hands moving up your sides so he can thumb at your nipples, circling them until they tighten under the tips of his fingers.

“hmm..” he hums, the vibrations travelling through you and raising goosebumps along your arms as he licks between your tits and wraps his mouth around one nipple while his hand massages the other, leaving you with no words and heavy breaths. he bares his teeth just slightly, scraping them along the sensitive parts of you.

he doesn’t say anything, just lays atop you and mouths away, his opposite hand switching between squeezing the breast that isn’t in his mouth and trailing all the way down to your hip then back up.

“peter..” you whine, eyes closed and voice pinched in your throat as his hand wanders down into your sleep shorts.

“hmm, need you so bad baby,” he hums back, his exhales tickling your skin, “was thinking about you all day,”

he sounds just as whiny as he did when he first stumbled into your room, even with his mouth full of your soft flesh.

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sofa | tom holland

summary: he’s a little whiny sometimes, but it’s what you love about him

warnings: 18+ content! cockwarming and a whole lotta fluff

i will never be getting over these gifs (not mine!) i want to sit in his lap

wc: 1680

you stepped into the apartment with an arm full of bags and two styrofoam boxes of takeout from tom’s favourite place down the street, sighing dramaticlly as you drop the bags to the floor.

tom is unphased by your dramatic sigh as you kick the door closed and drop your bags to the ground, his eyes focused on the screen and the level in the spider-man game he was on when you left earlier in the morning. his headphones are perched atop his messy curls, unbrushed and uncut, even if you keep saying he needs a bit of a trim. you just shake your head and smile inwardly, busying yourself with putting away the groceries until you hear a soft little “baby?” come from the living room.

you poke your head out from behind the refrigerator door, a carton of juice in your hand, “hey love bug, you’re alive.” you tease.

tom pushes his headphones down to rest around his neck, “when did you get home, darling?” there's a small pout on his lips and a funny looking indent in his hair where the headphones sat moments prior, controller hanging limply from his hand as he watches you move around the kitchen.

“not long,” you start, “i got some dinner, i didn’t think either of us would be in the mood to cook today.” you were right, both of you were exhausted. tom had just come from the no way home press tour, jumping straight into the next round for uncharted and only had a few days off.

“feels like i haven’t seen you in ages,” he groans through a long stretch of his arms, causing his shirt to ride up, but you pretend not to notice. “thank you, sweetheart.”

this was also true, you’d been occupied with your own obligations, and the first two days of tom being home they seemed to triple in multitude and importance, meaning you saw him less and less. maybe that had something to do with the little frown etched onto his pretty lips.

he watches you as you plate the takeout, arranging things onto the dishes nicely before bringing them over to the couch. tom kisses your cheek when you sit down, “missed you all day.” he mutters as you fold your legs under yourself.

“have you been here since i left?” you ask with a small smirk, “think you might have been too concentrated to miss me spidey.” you tease, ruffling his hair playfully and watching a smile tug on the corner of his mouth.

“well, ‘ve been trying to beat this level for the past two days,” he groans, tone just as jovial as yours had been.

you scoff and roll your eyes, “oh whatever, you can figure it out after you eat, c’mon, your food’s gonna get cold,” you mumbe between mouthfuls.

“do i have to?” the playful whine in his tone is unmistakable and terribly endearing as he looks at you with wide eyes.

“considering you probably haven’t eaten anything all day, yes, yes you do.” he lets out a little ‘hmph’ and turns back to the tv, “you can pause your game, honey,” you baby him, just like he wants you to.

he opens his mouth, fingers flicking at the controller and both eyes on the screen until he throws you half a mischievous glance. “i hate you.” you say as seriously as you can, previous facade dissolving as you dig his fork into his own meal and give him a bite of it.

“i love you too, dear.” he beams, turning quickly to press another kiss to your cheek before he’s back to his game. you finish your meal curled against his side, watching his character dodge endangerment successfully -and unsuccessfully- over and over. you let out a long breath as you uncross your legs before leaning forward to put your dinner plate on the coffee table, stretching and groaning much like tom had when you first came home.

“where are you going?”he wonders, eyes following you when your slipper clad feet hit the floor.

“to change,” is your simple answer, “you want me to heat up your food?” you ask, just hoping he’ll let you take care of him because you don’t get to do it very often.

“don't leave me,” he drags out the “e” for far too long, resulting in a silly smile planting on your lips. “you aren’t givng me attention.” he’s really pushing it, patting his lap with a little side smirk.

“i was!” you laugh, “but you were ignoring me,” you tease, hand on your hip and finger pointing at him accusingly.

“well come back, i’ll eat, i swear,”

with a roll of your eyes you try to hide your own grin as you start down the hall “after i change.” you reemerge a few minutes later in a hoodie and a pair of stolen sweatpants from tom’s drawer. he puckers his lips dramatically when you collect the plates from the coffee table, putting yours by the sink and his in the microwave.

“you're the best,” and despite the teasing nature of your banter from earlier, you know he means it.

once you come back you sit against his side, listening to him mumble under his breath as he pushes buttons along the controller and tries to steal bites of his meal when he has a free second. your head is resting on his shoulder, fingers spread over his back to rub soothing circles along his muscles, just reminding him you’re there without having to say anything.

you’re a little surprised when he pauses the game and sets his controller down by his side, beckoning you closer with a gentle, “c’mere,” and you respond by lifting your head. he pats his thigh again, and this time you give in, swinging one leg around his hip and pulling yourself into his lap. one of his hands presses into your lower back when you secure your legs around him and bury yourself in his neck, arms circling his shoulders.

it’s now that you realize just how touch starved you’d been while he was gone, and you think he notices the same thing about himself.

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Kyidyl Does Archaeology - Part 6

(yep, the rest of the parts of this are all under the KyidylCL tag, in case you happen across just this one.)

Rocks and...other stuff

Ok so here we are...we’ve arrived at my least favorite thing. Lithics. I’ll be honest with you guys, my disinterest in lithics means that I don’t have a lot to add here. But...I’ll do what I can.

So, first off, we’ve found *thousands* of lithics on this site. It is by far the most common thing we have. We’ve found broken tools, used up tools, intact points, fire cracked rock, like...the whole nine. One of the things you can learn from lithics is how far people were going to get their rock. For example, we have a lot of jasper in our lithics, so we know they were going up onto the nearby mountain because that’s where the nearest jasper deposits are. I *absolutely* am not the right person to go into a detailed account here, but I do know that they were going pretty far away to get their supplies - even over to the other side of the mountains. Or at least they were trading with people in closer proximity to those places.

I think what’s amazing to me is the degree to which they work quartz and quartzite. Here’s one of the points we found:

I’m pretty sure, if I’m remembering the things the Rock Guy told me correctly, that point is made of quartzite. Quartz and quartzite are very hard (7/7.5 on the Mohs scale aka the rock hardness scale.), so working them is difficult. I don’t know how to do it, but I know it must have taken either an impressive amount of brute force or an impressive amount of energy. Either way, it’s neat. Hell I found a piece of quartz the last time I was in the field (which I don’t have, or I’d show you.) that literally looked like it was cut like a gemstone. It’s more likely it came out of a geode but still, they did cool shit with quartz. Some of what we’ve found has been almost as clear as glass.

I’m aware that the style a point is made in (and everything that is, well, pointy...is a point. It includes spear tips, arrow heads, etc.) is indicative of the age of a site, but I don’t know enough here to go into it and we’ve already covered age in the pottery and digging post (it’s late woodland - early contact, c. 1300s - 1700s), so I’m just gonna show you some cool pictures.

First point that we found...

Same hole, another point. Probably both are arrowheads given the size. The one I’m holding up in the picture up there was probably a spear, not an arrowhead. Arrowheads are actually really small.

Here’s another weird rock:

It’s weird because that one in the upper right has that groove in it and is kinda squished. to me it looks like a tile, which would be really anachronistic to this particular site, and our Rock Guy assures me this is a natural thing, but these rocks have something on them I’ve been finding on a lot of the lithics: a red residue. You can see it pretty clearly on the top surface on the center rock, but it’s in the grooves on the right one too. These rocks didn’t come out of the pit with the red dirt, so it’s not like...red dirt from burning. To me it looks like ocre, but this is one of those areas where my knowledge base just comes up short and I need to wait for someone who knows more to look at them. But lets just say that I have this experience often where I’ll say something like “this looks like ocre” and people will be like “nooo, that doesn’t make sense” and then they’ll spend some time with the artefact and be like “hey look at this it looks like ocre” and I’m over here like....yes....I know....I told you that weeks ago...perhaps if I’d found a way to say it in a male voice we wouldn’t be having this conversation. x.x Aaaaannnnnyway.

Another kind of rock we have are fire-cracked rocks. Back in the day they used to heat rocks in the fire and then put them in pots to boil the water. They often reuse them, and after a few uses the constant “hot rock plunged into cold water” thing causes them to crack. It’s *extremely* common to find this all over the world. I saw it at the site I worked in England, too, when we were digging the Roman stuff. And it’s always kind of confused me because even though water boils basically instantly when you add the very hot rock, it would likely take longer for the rock to heat up than it would to just, y’know, boil the water, so why use the rocks? Then it occurred to me: because the rocks were just casually tossed into fires that weren’t being used for cooking. So you toss a few into the fire you’re using for warmth or for smoking or whatever in the morning and by the time dinner rolls around you just grab some rocks that’ve been in the fire all day and you toss them into a pot of water. Multitasking ftw! I would find some pics for you but I’m NGL guys, they just look like stones that’ve been cracked in half. People weren’t all that picky about the type or anything like that.

So yeah, that’s rocks, now who wants to see some weird shit? You, obviously, YOU want to see some weird shit.

Weird Shit

First up, because I STILL haven’t figured out why this is like this, we have this bone:

Ok honestly I’m only like 93% sure it’s a small piece of bone, but like...it’s definitely natural. It’s been burned for awhile but the weird part here is that IT’S GREEN. Now that’s not in and of itself weird - this is what happens to bone when there’s some metal nearby. It often leaves behind green staining on bones. But there was no metal in the ground here, and this thing was pretty deep. Below the civil war trench stuff. So I have no idea why it’s green like this.

This...thing. No idea what it is. Roughly a quarter inch long, metallic...looks like slag but, again, came out of a hole that was really too deep for us to be finding iron in (in this case, iron is a modern contaminant or something you’d only find in the top - IE, later - layers.). Meteorite, maybe? We’ve found some other weird stuff like this too but it was from much higher layers.

The back and front of a piece of bone that is too small for me to make a determination as to whether or not it’s human without like...a microscope. I don’t have one. I mean it probably *isn’t* human, but the color is right, soooo...IDK I just thought it was weird.

This is another small, weird, brown thing. BUT! it’s a different kind of small, weird brown thing than the other one. The other one passes the magnet test and fails to leave a streak when wet. This one fails the magnet test but left a brown streak on my skin when wet (no...I didn’t lick this one). So I’m pretty sure it’s a coprolite, but I’ve never handled them before so I’m not entirely certain. It looks like one to me, though (coprolite is very old poop. Poop is important bc it informs on diet and stuff. There have been literal fights and thefts in the archaeological community over coprolites.). This came out of one of the test pits and we haven’t dug over there yet so IDK.

This next bit is less weird and more cool.

This is a very small, very burned piece of bone but it’s cool for two reasons. One, see that long light-color diagonal mark in the lower right area of the top surface? That’s either a butchery mark or more tooth marks. I learn towards butchery becaaaaause....see how flat this is? That only happens when it’s been cut by people. Bones don’t break clean and flat like that, the crack or they splinter. When they crack they do it vertically because that is with the grain of the bone. This is horizontal, or across the grain. They have to be cut to look so flat. Here’s another example from the test pits:

See? Perfectly flat across the grain. This one has also been cut and burned. The white color of the two bones means they’ve been burned for a long time at a high temperature. All of the collagen - the soft stuff - gets burned off when you do it for long enough and at a high enough temperature and the minerals are left behind. Both of these images are macro images on bones that are smaller than an inch.

Ok, one more weird thing:

This is actually the back and front of a rock. It’s flat on both sides like pottery, but it tasted like a rock and it has no temper so...rock. But in that top image it has some kind of dark residue on it that almost looks like rust or paint, and the opposite side has small marks that look like cut marks or tool marks. I’m not sure what kind of rock it was, but it also had a dry, sandy texture to it. IDK it was just weird. The marks could just be damage over time to the rock (what we call taphonomic damage.), but the residue is pretty strange.

Anyway, that about wraps it up. I think that what I’m gonna do is start going through the uncleaned material I have downstairs (I got sidetracked by covid and the holidays. :P) and start posting what I found or anything out of the ordinary, if you guys want anyway. Thanks for sticking around through this long series of posts about the site I work at, and I hope you enjoyed it. As always, if you have any questions my askbox is open. :)

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Spoilery and wildly self-indulgent Thor Ragnarok reaction post:

Alt title: Odin’s A+ Parenting Strikes Back

Alt title: Kestor Was Right About Asgardian Imperialism

This film gets the Official Kestor B ExploringMCUAsgard Worldbuilding Seal of Approval. There was continuity in the set design – I fucking gasped when they went to the vault and it was the fucking VAULT but with better CGI – and the feel and I nearly cried when the Thor 1 music came on. A lot of the things I’ve been saying all along about Odin and Asgardian interrealm politics and history came up – it felt real, it felt right. It was 100% a critique of empire, thank u Taika Waititi, I’ve wanted this FOR FUCKING EVER. Asgard being built atop the bones of its warriors? Its murals behind murals? Its gold come from blood? Oh YES. I love that we saw ordinary Asgardians pick up sword and shield and go toe to toe with undead Einherjar. Fuck yes. I loved seeing Odin’s shiny bullshit wrecked. I LOVED SEEING ASGARD BURN.

One thing world-wise I’m less happy about is that it finally chose the answer to are Asgardians gods? And it chose ‘yes, the royal family are.’ Humph. Grump. ON THE OTHER HAND – if they were going to make that choice they did it in the most awesome way possible so I’ll give it a pass.

I will eviscerate everyone involved in the dialogue for this film. I’m not kidding. Do you know how hard I fought dumbass!Thor? DO YOU? DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY YEARS I SPENT IN THAT TRENCH, ME AND OTHER PEOPLE? And now he’s all like, rambling for ten minutes about how he’s totes in with women warriors and babbling at Bruce Banner and freaking him out and dropping shit in Dr Strange’s place (I was very fine with the vandalism but not the fucking. dropping shit) and just. Oh my god I’m so mad.

Like, the actual character arc stuff? Like, if you describe to me the things that happen and he does? I love it. Great characterisation. Unfortunately, every word on the way was AWFUL. Every time he opened his mouth I wanted to fucking die. We spent the whole of Thor 1 curing him of his doucheness, folks! That’s over! That’s done! Holy Shit!

Look, I don’t talk enough about my absolute aversion to cringe comedy, to ‘awkward’ comedy, and to comedy in general. I hate it. And that was the weak point of the film. They assassinated Thor’s character, the subtleties, the nuanced intelligence, the learned gentleness – god I was writing a thesis on THAT shit playing Kehurie -

OTHER THINGS I AM MAD ABOUT: Fandral and Volstagg dying without a fucking word, Hogun with barely more, SIF NOT EVEN BEING MENTIONED. (and they died that way while Scourge got a FUCKign heroic death, which was also hilarious. Ugh.) Jane being written out in ONE, RATHER DISRESPECTFUL LINE.

Although on a Jane note, there is a lovely scene where Bruce and Thor talk science and I’m like, yup, can tell you’ve hung around with Jane some!

On a death note – look, I am mad about the Warriors, but if I was going to see Asgardians mown down the only way I’d be okay with it is if it was the goddess of literal death. I made my feelings on fighting death very clear when I played Riss Marlay, the Herald of Death, and I am okay with her being an unstoppable horrifying force. But still. Give them a fucking DEATH SCENE. Not just an offhand brush aside.

Loki was mostly great – I can FEEL the Loki discourse approaching in my FUCKING BONES btw – although I cringed myself to death throughout the entire play sequence. Awful. Vile.

Oh god, speaking of Loki, I’ve seen people salty that Valkyrie could beat him but I’m never gonna be pissed about that bc obviously she can fucking flatten him, duh, it was Stephen Fucking Strange getting to yank him and Thor around like fucking toys, like, nah, that’s not what I wanna see in a THOR film. On an intellectual level I can get that there’s something interesting about his conception of sorcery (as something about idk portals or something) vs Loki’s conception of it as something with knives, but also I don’t want to watch some stupid fake American wanker with a shitty beard and a shitty face outwit fucking Loki.

HEIMDALL WAS THE MOST WONDERFUL. Like, lol at the amazing teleporting Asgardian refugees (alternatively, I want to see Hela hiking back and forwards to the mountains, with a backpack, while Thor whistles), but also Heimdall, Resistance Leader, Most Competent of Asgardians, is the most fantastic thing. I want all the Heimdall fic.

Every fight scene was spectacular. Genuinely, stunning. Especially when lightning was involved.

Of the new characters, I absolutely adored both Valkyrie and Korg – Korg was amazing every moment he wasn’t being played for laughs to the point of cringe comedy – and Valkyrie, let’s just say I’m GayTM. The moment Korg was like ‘these Asgardians, man’ – priceless. I loved her drunk mess of a self, I loved the way she moved, I loved the way she fought, I’m very PISSED OFF they deleted the scene that confirms she’s into women, I loved that she got to stab Hela through the heart for her pretty probably-girlfriend.

There was so much tragedy in this film that wasn’t ever – allowed to get real. Like, Thor watched his father die, learned he had a sister, got his ass WRECKED by her, and taken as a slave within about five seconds and he had the tiny length of half an Asgardian prayer (!!!!) to mourn before he was back to making cringe comedy ‘jokes’ at the expense of his old character. And there was Bruce, who – god, that ‘if I turn again I won’t come back’ was so horrifying and Thor just… brushed it off? Thor, who sat with Jane and said, ‘Jane, you must not give up. Because you’re right.’? Thor, who told Sif, ‘Live, and tell those stories yourself’? Thor?!?!

What was that Odin death scene? Like. the fuck? I loved the ‘my wife is calling me’ but like. He just. Vaporised????

That moment where Thor and Hela were like ‘he told you you were worthy’ was so real and again, like, immediately fight. Like, god, it was a cool fight, but also. (also HOLY SHIT AT THE EYE THING THAT WAS INCREDIBLE I’M FUCKING DEAD – but also can someone who’s seen the film enlighten me as to whether the conquerer!Odin mural had him missing an eye bc I can’t remember and if he is CONTINUITY ERROR because he lost that eye fighting the jotnar when Thor was a small child, long after Hela was gone.)

There was a lot of the awesome stuff about imperialism that wasn’t allowed to breathe as well.

Also, the nerdiest thing – I sat there watching the Grandmaster’s induction program and was like, critiquing it? From my perspective as an instructional designer? Holy shit, Kes. Holy shit. ALSO speaking of the Grandmaster that PRISONERS WITH JOBS LINE WAS ABSOLUTELY SAVAGE, LIKE, GET FUCKING WREKT CAPITALISM.

Also speaking of the Grandmaster, that Grandmaster/Loki subtext was basically text. Like, that bit where the Grandmaster’s brain stuttered when he looked at him? Like. uh. More Valkyrie queerness, less queer villains, PLEASE. Or you know, the same amount of queer villains but EXPONENTIALLY MORE GAY VALKYRIE CONTENT.

IN CONCLUSION – eight emotions at once, at full volume! Argh! Argh! I cried hysterically in the credits for ten minutes! I nearly burst into tears a dozen times because it was simultaneously SO WRONG and SO RIGHT! Emotional whiplash! Burning the emotional candle at both ends! Aaargh! I spent half the time with my hand over my face in embarrassment and the other half in joy!

#reaction post #thor ragnarok

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