#i had a dream pretty long ago like in august i think

[age-of-lesbianism]

the hello my twenties fan in 2023 experience is literally dreaming about new seasons coming out with a new cast because that's how desperate i am getting

[nobodysuspectsthebutterfly]

Is there a comprehensive list of actors GRRM cites as faceclaims or is it all in disparate blog posts?

Most of it isn't in blog posts at all, it's things GRRM's said at conventions or interviews. (Note for anyone going "Them, really?", check the dates and what the actor looked like at the time.)

So, a quick list:

Sandor Clegane: Ron Perlman

Cersei Lannister: Nicole Kidman

Jaime Lannister: Cary Elwes

Tyrion Lannister: Peter Dinklage

Tywin Lannister: Kurtwood Smith or Robert Duvall

Renly Baratheon: Adrian Paul (also for young Robert)

Arianne Martell: Apollonia Kotero

Nymeria Sand: Janina Gavankar

Daenerys Targaryen: Tamzin Merchant

And sources:

November 2000, fan con report: "Pearlman, from BEAUTY AND THE BEAST, would be great for Sandor. Best guy for Tywin: the father on THAT 70s SHOW and who was the father of the kid, who shot himself, in THE DEAD POETS SOCIETY (I think I spelled it all right)."

December 2003: "...I have a few people in mind. I think Nicole Kidman would be good as Cersei. I always liked Ron Perlman, the actor I worked with on 'The Beauty and the Beast’. He would be great as Sandor Clegane. Ron is very good in heavy make-up and he’s also a big, strong kind of guy. He has a great voice that he can do all sorts of wonderful things with. I think he would be terrific as the Hound. For Jamie Lannister, a couple of years ago I would have said Cary Elwes but he might be too old now. I don’t know…"

c. 2006: "Myself, I'd love to see Tywin played by Kurtwood Smith (as in DEAD POET'S SOCIETY) or Robert Duvall (THE GREAT SANTINI)."

July 2006, fan con report: "On being asked about "the casting game" (picking actors to play the characters), he said the only one who he would definitely choose was Ron Perlman to play Sandor "The Hound" Clegane because of Perlman's aptitude for acting through prosthetics."

February 2007, fan con report: "When asked about ideal casting choices, he formally endorsed the idea of Nicole Kidman playing Cersei. He says she has the perfect look for her. But it would never work, because where are you going to find a guy that looks like her to play Jaime? I really got a kick out of that. He also said Ron Perelman would be perfect as the Hound -- but I am pretty sure I had hears or read that somewhere before."

date/source uncertain, but c. 2007: "Adrian Paul and I actually worked together once, long before the Dreamsongs audiobook. Wonder if he remembers. Back then he had a great look for Renly…but of course, that was twenty years ago."

February 2008: "Much as I *cough* admire Salma Hayek, I picture Arianne as looking more like Appollonia Kotero, as she was around the time of PURPLE RAIN."

November 2008, Elio Garcia: "George has said in the past that Adrian Paul is Baratheonish in looks (years ago he said he could see him for a young Robert or Renly)"

May 2009: "Playing Tyrion Lannister will be Peter Dinklage, who was almost everyone's "dream casting" for the role (he certainly was mine)."

August 2009: "I know my readers play the casting game. Well, confession time, so do I. Ever since I began A SONG OF ICE AND FIRE (way back in 1991, thought it wasn't until 1994 that I got writing in earnest), there was always a little part of me that would watch every television show and movie with one eye looking for actors and actresses who might work as my characters.

And so there I was, watching THE TUDORS (which I have VERY mixed feelings about, I confess), when Tamzin Merchant came on screen as the fifteen year old Katherine Howard, Henry VIII's fifth wife. I sat up at once, thinking, "Hmmm, she could be a good candidate for Dany.""

July 2011, Janina Gavankar: "George just told me I look like Lady Nymeria." (additional link 1) (link 2)

[livwritesstuff]

i’ve been very quiet so srry - my week started with my annual performance review (which went well) and ended with an emergency surgery (also went well) so…a lot going on to say the least

this is a deleted scene from the first chapter of plant a seed

When Robin called, Steve and Eddie were in the phase of newborn parenthood where they froze every single time the phone rang (because said newborn was napping more often than not and when she was, there was a 50% chance minimum the phone would wake her up).

So when Robin called and the ringing of the phone broke the otherwise peaceful silence, Steve froze and he waited. When the baby didn't wake up, Steve exhaled a sigh of relief and answered the call.

"This is Steve."

"Hey Steve-o!"

Steve immediately recognized the voice as Robin's – of course he did, even if he hadn't heard it since she and Nancy left for a work trip in Japan a little over a month ago.

“Oh shit,” Steve said, because this means that Robin and Nancy are finally home, finally back in their Boston apartment fifteen minutes away from his and Eddie's in Cambridge instead of the opposite side of the entire world, “You’re home!”

“Yep,” Robin replied, popping the P, “That plane was a million degrees, I’m pretty sure. No more August flights if I have any say in it. Anyways – wanted to let you know we made it back unscathed. What’s new with you guys?”

“Uh…” Steve began, not totally sure where to start, because Robin didn't know about the baby he and Eddie had been placed with two weeks ago and she certainly didn't know that they're going to adopt her (because they'd landed on that decision that very day – about two hours ago, to be specific), “Well–”

“Hey, do you still have those placements?" Robin interrupted, "The kids who like to read the Goosebumps books?”

“Oh,” Steve blinked, “No. They went back with their mom a couple days after you left.”

“Damn. Been a while. Forgot this trip was longer than usual – wait, so are you between placements now, then? Hey, we should finally make that trip to P-Town!”

"Might need a raincheck on that," Steve said with a laugh, because at the moment a trip to the goddamn grocery store required at least a day's worth of planning, "We've got another placement right now – a newborn. We've had her for, uh, for just under two weeks, pretty sure."

“Shit, a newborn?" Robin repeated.

Steve faintly heard Nancy's voice, though he couldn't make out exactly what she was saying. He listened as Robin recounted to her what he'd just said, then started to laugh.

"Nancy just said that if she misses out on a chance to hold a new baby, she'll kill you," Robin told him, "Any idea when she might move on?”

Steve paused for a second. He and Eddie had decided earlier that they wouldn’t be telling anyone about the baby until the adoption was finalized, but…it’s Robin. 

He doesn’t think he’s ever kept a secret from Robin before, certainly not something this big and certainly not for very long.

He has to tell her.

“We’re, uh, we’re actually adopting her.”

Robin was silent.

Then –

“Holy shit – Steve.”

And then –

“I’m coming over right now. Immediately. Wait–” Robin stopped, “Damn, I can’t be a dick and come over unannounced anymore, can I? Because you guys have a baby. A baby. And she’s gonna be yours? What the fuck? Wait, let me start over.”

Robin paused long enough to take a deep breath.

“Steve Harrington – my best friend who’s finally fulfilling a lifelong dream of becoming a dad – when will you allow us to come and be formally introduced to our niece?”

Truth be told, Steve wouldn’t say no to a visit from Robin and Nancy that day (especially after the our niece comment), but their case worker had just started faxing over all the paperwork to get the ball rolling on the adoption process and Steve has a feeling that he might catch Eddie trying to fill that shit out as it came out of the machine so tonight they might be a little occupied.

"Tomorrow?" he suggested.

"Morning?" Robin added.

Steve laughed, "Sure. Tomorrow morning."

"Bright and early, dad. Holy fuck, I can't believe you're a dad."

"You can't?"

"No, I totally can."

[fountainpenguin]

Riddle watches New Wish - Post #14

Lost and Founder's Day

I do really like how the theme song flows, especially at the end where Cosmo and Wanda jump from their human disguises into fairy form.

Ooh, Founder's Day came back from "A New Dev-elopment." Continuity! I like how the title card shows us the hat that Dev and Hazel saw during their treasure hunt.

I'm gonna throw my money down on the Dimmadomes founding Dimmadelphia (or an ancestor).

skdfj, Hazel's so cute when she steals her teacher's hat.

-> Yes, it was the Dimmadomes.

I like how Dev's shades are still gone, but he's still got that smug tone of voice. But today, he has a good reason to be a bit smug for a festival his family is hosting (that his dad had to work over the weekend to pull together). This is gonna be interesting.

I don't trust any of this tech to be good (in the moral sense). Dale literally tried to promote pollution a few episodes ago.

LKSDJFSD, Dev giving out watches that do a bunch of cool technical things and this is the face he makes when he's asked if the watches tell time:

(They do not).

This is the first time Hazel's shown interest in anything related to Dimmadomes' tech (She has a phone case covering any logo and didn't know how to do the dance they apparently made) and now she's gushing over the gift Dev gave her so I'm... hm. Where ya going with this, Hazel?

Okay, so... what the HECK is going on with Dimmadelphia? I'm sure we'll get to learn the real founder soon, but all I can assume right now is that it was Doug himself, hence the hat logo. If that's true, he was BUSY during the 50 years of frozen time.

-> That WOULD justify my Buxaplenty overlap seeing as the train lines would've been crucial for this.

It's gotta be a different ancestor. There's no way Doug would be in Dimmsdale if he'd founded another city. This city's huge. I'll be watching for any indications of "established X year."

Aww, Hazel adores Dev now and is blatantly gushing over him. That's really cute. Local #1 Dev fan:

[cnt'd under the cut - #long post]

I can't believe we didn't get a "Hazel has a bone in her hair" gag when she got shocked by the tech.

omfg, Dev is so desperate to interact with his dad that he's begging to "organize merchandise by tossing boxes back and forth to each other." He's smart. Goober.

Diagnosed child who would play Catch with active TNT minecarts in Limited Life SMP. He would just do it...

Dale, you shouldn't tell your son to "Eat a lizard." That's mean.

Oh noooo, are we about to get "My dreams were crushed many years ago... How old are you?" version 2.0?

-> Note to self, Dev's birthday is 9 years, 7 months, and 14 days before Founder's Day (give or take since he says "pretty much exactly my birthday to the day, which I think implies he's doing math and decides it's the day).

Dev is 9? Lol. Didn't we already have end of the year tests in like, Episode 2? And our implied end of school year dance? Baby.

-> I double-checked and Sadie Hawkins is in November. There were Sneezy Hawkins Dance posters in Episode 1 when Hazel walked in. Those posters hung in school for multiple episodes (I'll keep my eyes out for them in future episodes), which would imply she started school in September or October (Probably not August since she was specially introduced to the class as a new student).

-> If we keep seeing the posters throughout the whole year, I'm willing to wave them off, but while planning the timeline, it's worth noting they exist, we know we're post-2019, but probably not too many years later since that was the most recent date on the gym's championship banner for a school that clearly wins sports games often ("Fearless"), and we've seen multiple waning crescent moons.

-> No snow, but not unreasonable since Dimmsdale was in California.

... I gotta say, I'm really enjoying these recent episodes, but D: Where was this early in the series when I was confused in Post #10 as to where all the underlying trauma vibes were?

We've absolutely shifted vibes from where we were when I wrote that post. Which is fantastic, but I'm surprised we didn't get this earlier. THIS is FOP vibes. THIS is what I wanted and why I was super confused by this show's tone earlier. Yeah, of course I like Dev now... He's shifting the tone back to the OG show's vibes.

I'm wary, but I've approached to eat out of the hand.

Oh no, we scene shifted before Dale could reveal the statue under the cloth. Either he's broken and we're going to see the aftereffects (following Hazel's POV where she's confused as to why he's gone off the rails and turned snappy) or he's gonna find out during the event and he'll break down in front of the crowd. Uh-oh...

...... Okay, now they're just taunting me with the moon. It can't always be a waning crescent!!

The stage looks like Doug Dimmadome.

Please tell me Dale didn't forget to add Dev's info to the ID-scanning robot.

Every time Angela is onscreen she has a new therapy book and I support her.

Wanda: Parenting never gets easier.

-> Please tell me Hazel's parents are about to ask about that and they're going to have to either backpedal or they're going to imply they've raised like 100 kids.

sdlkfj, they only cite Poof. BRUTAL.

-> Cosmo one again giving me "First fairy baby born in 1000 years." Yeah yeah, Westley Periwinkle held the title first, we all know him (/fanfic joke).

Seriously though, it's very funny to me that Poof is never, ever referred to as "first baby born after Cosmo" or "first baby born in tens of thousands of years, or hundreds of thousands." Only first in hundreds OR first in thousands. I can't believe that DANG KID is still haunting me in the new show.

-> Cosmo still confirmed to have been the pregnant parent. I'm glad that wasn't retconned (despite Cosmo's best efforts to scramble and cover up what he said by claiming Wanda was the pregnant one).

Cracking up. Cosmo, I think the neighbors think you're trans but not out about it.

Angela: Where's your son now? :) Wanda: Eh, we don't know. I mean, we forget because we were on vacation for 10k years.

Wanda, WHAT did I say in Post 11 about how you cannot leave that clingy child alone immediately after tearing him away from Timmy?? If Poof shows up and he has abandonment issues and/or clingy vibes, I'm gonna shake you both so hard.

-> Why is Marcus not calling them out for being paranormal creatures? ... That's kind of funny since Crocker would've lost his mind.

I like how Cosmo and Wanda turned their wands into lollipops for the carnival. That's cute.

Uh-oh, the statue's not been revealed yet. I hope Dev isn't onstage when this happens. (I want him to be onstage and suffer).

-> I should note that "Stanky Danky" and "Lost and Founder" are the episodes Dale lists the companies he's in charge of, and I'm pretty sure they're different. I want to make a coherent list throughout the series.

Marcus is reading his wife's book at the party, aww. They're so cute.

OH MY GOSH, their ancestor IS surnamed Dimm! I am once again thinking this implies Dale Dimm from "Which Witch Is Which?" - who founded Dimmsdale - is probably also in this family tree.

Wanda's glowing wand is adorable. They're both cute.

So, Hazel has been here long enough she agrees she hasn't "just" moved here anymore, so I'll allow the waning crescents.

Doug Dimmadome struck gold in 1953? I'll be making a note of that. I know that's after both Dimmsdale and Dimmsdale Flats were founded. This doesn't do much for me right now, but it's good to note.

-> This implies he was a teen or adult in 1953, so he's definitely not close to the age of Timmy's parents, who were 10 in the '70s. This checks out; he's got the white hair.

-> Let's say this is 2020 for the purpose of "We know we're after 2019." (2020 - 1953) is 67, and the youngest I'd be okay letting him strike gold is 10, since 10-year-olds do a lot in this show. So, he's at minimum 77 years old during this show, and could very easily be 87 or more years older (87 if he struck gold at 20), if I'm doing my math right.

And again, that's off the assumption it's 2020, which is a little earlier than I'd been brainstorming. I'm okay with this since he had white hair in the OG series, but I'm gonna have to plot out a timeline for Dale's age at some point.

Dale: /evil monologues about his plan to monitor kids' heartrates to figure out exactly what a child want. Me: Dale, have you tried... talking to a kid? Maybe YOUR kid? Standing behind you? Dev, clearly uneasy: Dad, that's so great! You get to help kids right away!! Dale: ... Help kids?

^ Me

Wait, so the drones can waste products and not get yelled at? Dale, maybe you should focus your attention in that area of your business- I think you're losing product.

Why do the drones sound so sad? They're talking like all their friends just ditched them. They're so cute.

I love how he's still wearing the big boots:

Oh no, Dev's on stage and Dale's talking about how the statue "isn't just him" under the tarp and "he can remember when this bundle of joy arrived." Yeah, Dev's about to shatter.

Okay, Wanda's clearly startled that the statue doesn't depict Dev and even Cosmo's starting to sense that something's going on in that family. You two are going to report this, right?

Aww, Cosmo misses his son.

The contrast of Dev crashing and burning while Hazel is enjoying her new hat is very funny to me. Like, we get this sequence of how happy she is and you just know Dev's having the worst day.

Dev: It's Hazel! Of course... Her well-known love of hats! /said not long after Wanda was like "Hazel, I've literally never seen you wear a hat before yesterday, what do you mean you like hats?

That's actually very funny. And cute? When did Hazel and Dev talk about liking hats? Logically, that must've been while they were montaging on the treasure hunt and posing next to those hat-shaped objects for photos.

With Dev talking about the Dimmadomes running a family business, I'd really like to see what Dev's relationship with his grandfather is. Doug was also careless about destroying childhood memories and I don't trust him to be a good dad either, but I'm curious.

-> I actually have no proof Doug Dimmadome is still alive. I wonder if he's out of the picture and if that had a negative effect on Dale, which may be why he's throwing everything into the business right now, and why he loves his boots.

-> I should check if those boots are similar to his dad's. Like, what if he saw his dad die on the day Dev was born and the boots were left to him, so that's why the boots are so important to him that he dedicated a statue to them?

POV, the dad who (presumably) pampered you for life after you'd spent 7 years of torment underground - and you don't seem to have a mother in your life so this is your only parent and only known connection to a world that isn't full of suffering - is dying on the same day your wife is in labor. What do you do?

Aww, Hazel knows Dev well enough to sense that something's up and ask if he's okay, implying they seem to have grown closer from "A New Dev-elopment" when she saw his father scoff at him and opted to change the subject instead of asking about his feelings. They seem to be doing well as friends and I like that.

-> All these crescent moons make me wonder how long it's been since that episode, though since Dale was working on the Founder's Day event on the weekend, I assume we're still in that range of time.

Dev, holding his arm when Hazel asks if he's okay: I... don't have time to get into it.

They're so cute. I love them.

-> I love the focus on Dev right now, but I hope we don't go full steam ahead into Hazel's friendship with him and she sidelines Jasmine and Winn for her new buddy and/or potential crush.

She hasn't seen her friends this whole carnival, which surprises me. Don't do it, Hazel.

What, where did Dev get those shades. He didn't have those .4 seconds ago.

Dev's going to complete his task and give Hazel's hat back to his dad and still get rejected.

OH NO, Dev is trying to lure the scanner drones away from Hazel, but he didn't tell her that so she thinks he just called her a name, mugged her, and ran off. That's hilarious. #You tried.

Dev, you have to talk to people. You can't just assume she knows what's going on. Fool.

I like how Dale also has special eyewear (VR glasses).

I like how Cosmo inexplicably thinks all the Dimmadomes have "Pickle" as a middle name. I think he said that to Dev in an earlier episode, right?

I like how Hazel saved the day by "doing what Cosmo would do" and pressing all the buttons randomly. That's hilarious.

Barry the dinosaur was at the carnival... That's great.

HAZEL'S MAD!!

As she deserves to be- that's the second time Dev regressed to calling her names. She thought they went through this, but now she's like "He's not changing and also I literally just caught his dad in an evil plot of shocking children's brains with electricity. And Dev seems to have been helping."

Yeah... This is gonna go great. Also, his cute little poses:

Oh thank goodness... We are SO BACK, baby! The fluffy episodes were fine, but NOW we're gettin' somewhere!! Time to break some hearts.

"I would hug you, but I do not have human arms or warmth." I love them.

Aww, he likes her so much. Best buddies...

I didn't know this was his phone, I thought it was a retro video game console.

Oh, it's an iPad parallel. It's got a stand and that's why it's big.

I like how my extremely specific "Ed Leadly as Dev's other grandpa" situation just keeps getting worse the more I think about it.

Little Dev: Grandpa Leadly, I learned to write my name! :) Leadly sitting among his pencils as Dev hands him a tablet he typed on instead of pencil and paper: Buddy, rising star, apple of my eye, my little angel... I will pay you 17 million dollars to never do this in front of me again.

Dad who likes flashy and long-lasting things to remind himself how far he's come vs. grandpa who's willing to massively overpay for anything he took interest in for 5 seconds; what arguments will they endure?

OHHH BOY, it's fairy assignment time! LET'S FREAKIN' GO!

It's Poof!! That is not the voice I expected out of him, but maybe I should've because he did love deep voices back in "Certifiable Super Sitter." I accept it.

Aw, he's so ready to play! This makes me so happy... That's exactly what a fairy godparent is here for- Finding miserable kids and turning that around so they get happier memories of their childhoods. That's exciting!

-> Oh, NOW I see why you guys were all messaging me about my "Poof adores his hero Westley Periwinkle and likes naming things after him" lore, sdkjfl. Ahahaha... I'm in danger.

-> "Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up to Be Pixies" Poof-Westley interactions looming on the horizon

Interesting choice to change his name? I wonder if that was done for stylistic reasons like the script. I seem to remember the OG show's scripts would say POOF in them for special effects, and I can see how that would be confusing.

Is... is this because he's trying to lie low so he can dodge the attention he was always getting as a celebrity kid? That feels right, seeing as if it was a true deadname to him, he probably wouldn't have introduced himself as Poof before saying "I changed it to Peri, like Periwinkle."

Either that or he's unclear if Dev's heard anything about him from Cosmo, Wanda, or Hazel and he wanted to clarify who he is, though that doesn't seem likely.

Huh. I'm kinda surprised Poof showed up. I know in the past, he was a controversial addition to the show and I half-expected him to be swept under the rug, though I did wonder about it when Cosmo and Wanda were talking about him earlier.

I've always loved him though and I'm excited to have him back. Return of my other OTHER son.

I'm really excited to hear him talk since his talking was limited to "School of Crock" (only at the end), "Fairly Odd Fairy Tales" (which he mostly slept through), and "Certifiable Super Sitter" (which is... unique). I've had to make up his entire personality for 'fics based on what limited understanding we had of his interests. I look forward to learning more about this version of him!

My established version of him in 'fics will take priority over new information. I'm currently still on the line of "Do I want to ignore New Wish in my canon or try to incorporate what I can?"

That said, I'm leaning a little towards incorporating, since I think I can work with most of it so far, especially if we're throwing in "Fairywinkle-Cosma family aren't strangers to time travel right now."

-> I'm not committing by any means, so don't hold me to that, and even if I do, it'll be cherry-picky.

-> One of my canons for Cloudlands AU Poof is that he's a fanfic writer, mainly for a series called Ninja Cowboy (which he chronically leaves unfinished, to Foop's distress since as Poof's opposite, he's addicted to finding out their endings). He also writes Anti-Cosmo x H.P. fanfics because it's the only thing that makes them back off when they show up to bother him.

Point being, I hope he gets to engage in Prime Meridian with Dev. I feel like they'd enjoy writing 'fics together and it would be funny to me :)

-> I'm wheezing on the floor. Poof's early concept name was Dusty. Even though the writers wouldn't have reason to know that was his concept name, it's funny to me that his name was changed to something that's also not that. The man of as many names as voices he can mimic...

That works really well for me since I named his younger brother Dusty, so that would've caused me problems.

I also gave Poof a mullet / ponytail in my teen design, so that makes me laugh. Lemme see if I have his ref sheet...

I do! Plus a bunch more from my files:

Looks like I gave him a tuft kinda close to his extra hair strand! That's fun. I wonder if New Wish Poof also likes sports. Hmm...

I'm gonna have to look up what era suspenders were popular. I specifically designed my teen/adult Poof with a late 60s / early 70s vibe since Cosmo was said to have been designed for the 50s, which is the time period parallel I was treating Fairy World in during that era too (hence Poof's blog tag being #purple hippie dragonfly, which I'm not planning to change because it's for me).

Exciting! I like Poof's staff. I've seen people do adulthood designs for Foop with a staff, but Poof's a new one. That's fun.

Alas, no freckles... but that's not gonna change in his Cloudlands AU design. We are "biological queen bee" all the way here.

Hmm. Foop has freckles, but... we'll see if he ever shows up in this series. I do not expect the artists to remember his freckles since they only showed up when he puffed his cheeks or flushed, but... if Foop shows up without his mustache and goatee, I'mma have questions.

Actually, this is perfectly fine because I always draw gyne fairies with pale freckles unless they're at their peak, and I already set Finley up as more dominant than Poof at school (with Finley suppressing his pheromones so Poof's "locked down" anyway). It looks like they're pretty faint in his ref sheet too. I'm satisfied with this.

No promises I'll work the Peri arc into my canon. I think I have room for it to exist and I don't think I've seen anything in New Wish that directly conflicts with Cloudlands AU in a way I can't work around, but I'm not likely to write 'fics for New Wish right now.

-> I'm not opposed to incorporating New Wish prompts into the 130 Prompts series IF I find any old drafts I end up not liking, but I did a deep clean in early 2023 and got rid of ones I didn't like, so I'm not sure.

I did sketch Hazel for a potential arc cover though, so I can use that if I have reason to.

So far, as long as I can find a satisfying way for Poof to age, I think I can swing New Wish around to fit with Cloudlands AU... unless we get something super specific like Poof-Peri already graduating high school or Cosmo and Wanda confirming they won't have godkids after Hazel, in which case I'll have to ignore that.

I can even work things around if Peri's not with Goldie, because their whole thing in Cloudlands AU is celebrity drama and dating life struggles anyway (iirc, Foop even told readers that Poof and Goldie keep splitting up and getting back together).

-> I've always suspected Poof would get special advance godkid permissions seeing as, y'know... Jorgen literally made him trial test Crocker's Mom as his "godperson assignment" in "Fairly Old Parent," plus Poof was getting on-the-job training his whole life. It's neat to see him!

I hope Poof's better at not burning himself out now. He looks like he's doing okay. He's grown out of his shell!

-> According to my timeline, Erg was Cosmo and Wanda's trial kid while they were still in high school, so it would totally work for me if Dev is Poof's high school assignment.

I'm not expecting that to be stated, but I can work with it.

Thanks for joining me in this liveblog! Looking forward to more episodes :)

[spiderlandry]

stay — jake sully

Description: Jake reflects on a love from his past life.

Pairing: Past Human!Jake Sully x F!Reader, Jake Sully x Neytiri

Warnings/Tags: angst, kind of fluff, death mention (tom sully), i dont know anymore it’s just kinda bittersweet

Word Count: 1.3k

Author’s Note: it’s jake’s birthday today (august 24) !!! so im posting two jake fics :] the other one is fluff i promise

PRESENT

Guilt has to be some type of chronic pain, Jake thinks. It sits in his ribcage beside his heart like a heavy stone, only alleviated by the reminder that he has a life now and the past is long gone. But the problem is that it would always haunt him. He’s a sinner, he has to pay.

Being with Neytiri makes him feel alive, it really does. He loves her. But there’s a place in his heart only occupied by one person right next to Neytiri’s place—you.

You, who was the first to ever see him. The first to ever give him a taste of what it was like to love and be loved. When he was learning the words oel ngati kameie, his point of reference was you. Your heart that he so diligently worked to earn, something you shared that he didn’t deserve. Don’t get him wrong, he’s sure you’re still on your feet. Hell, you probably found someone better. He hopes you have and that you’ve also realized that one’s heart can belong to two, just like his.

He wonders sometimes if you know his heart still belongs to you.

2146

“Pretty lady,” Jake greeted you as he wheeled himself into the pub. This wasn’t his usual place, but he’d come here more regularly all because of one person: you. “How’s business tonight?”

“Better now that you’re here, Sully.” You flashed him a cheshire grin from behind the bar, pouring him the usual.

You were the pretty bartender that caught his eye, months ago. It wasn’t a rare occurrence for him to observe beautiful women from afar, but you were different. Though you were attractive, it was one particular conversation that drew him completely to you, where you spoke of your own dreams as a scientist even in the quickly deteriorating shithole that was the city you’d both considered home. It gave him something. It gave him hope. Just a sliver.

He watched you from the corner of the room while you did your job.

He waited for you until the end of your shift, careful not to drink too much so he can remember the next morning. To remember how you grinned at him when you opened the door to your apartment, and to spend the next few hours kissing him stupid.

PRESENT

There’s nothing like the date nights with Neytiri. It’s freedom injected into his veins. They fly together, circling the floating mountains and laughing as they chased each other. The world glitters and glows around them, and the world falls away.

By the end of the night, he cages her inside his arms, protection enough for the both of them—he protects himself by shielding her.

And there’s a flash—just a second—of his past life.

It happens. Rarely, but it happens. Sometimes Neytiri would run her fingers through his hair just right, or she would shove him playfully with such a precise force that it matches a memory buried deep under the grounds of the graveyard inside his mind where he mourned his other life, and along with it, you. For one moment, he’s back in a human body, with your soul still there with him, somehow.

He only falters for a single frame, but it’s enough for her to notice. She doesn’t pry in the hopes he’ll tell her someday. He’s got a type—Neytiri is beautiful and patient, just like you.

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His apartment gathered dust while he spent all of his time at your place. He’d never dare utter the word out loud, but it was becoming home for him. When you had opening shift at the bar, he awoke to gentle lips on his forehead and a promise to come home later.

Promise. Jake didn’t have much of it in his life. But once again, you reignited a sense of belonging that he once had.

There was no other place for him to be.

At least until those two agents showed up at the door and demanded he go with them. He was shown his twin’s dead body, and it was then he saw the other side of the coin. That could have been him. It should have been him, technically. Tom was always the better one.

Jake was proposed with a choice.

It was nighttime when he got to you, and you were already there waiting for him with a worried expression. There was no grieving, but there was guilt.

You held him for hours in silence after he told you what happened.

In the morning, he further explained to you what those agents told him, and you listened patiently—intently—without interruption. Afterward, you smiled solemnly. Perhaps you’d already known his choice even before he did.

For a long time, you knew that Jake felt lost. No sense of purpose, he told you. And while you were a pillar of stability for him, his heart sought for an objective. You had your studies, your aspirations. He didn’t have any goal to work toward. You, being you, recognized his craving for something more.

“If you go, I won’t hold it against you.” You said, preparing breakfast at the crack of dawn. There was only sleeplessness for both of you.

“But?” He asked.

“But what, Jake?” You glanced at him, unable to make eye contact for longer. “What do you want me to say?”

“If you tell me to stay, I will.”

“We both know I’m not doing that,” You sighed. That was the thing, you knew him too well. “Do you want me to tell you to stay?”

His silence said it all.

“Look,” despite your nerves, you finally faced him. Courage he saw in your eyes. “I love you. There’s nothing that’ll change that. I don’t want you to go, but I’ll never tell you to stay.”

“That’s nonsense.”

And despite the edge in his voice, you smiled. “This would be good for you,” you caressed his jaw. “You’ll come back. It’s not forever.”

He rested his head against your middle as you ran your fingers through his hair soothingly, scratching at the scalp.

“I’ll come back, I promise.” He whispered.

“I don’t doubt that, Jake.”

He intended to keep that promise.

PRESENT

He would never stop thanking you for not telling him to stay. If you didn’t, he wouldn’t have his family. But he promised to come back, and that’s where the guilt grows tenfold.

The guilt doesn’t end. He doesn’t really expect it to.

With a strong heart, he prepares himself to tell Neytiri about you.

In the back of her mind, she likely knew there was already someone before her. By making the bond, they share everything, and with a haze, she felt Jake’s love being shared with another. She sensed his hesitance to get close to her during training.

He tells her about finding purpose, about how he fought for you, that everything he did—even as Toruk Makto—was all so he can make you proud.

He exhausts himself telling endless stories of your adventures together on Earth, and regardless of her distaste with sky people, there is no greater joy for her than hearing him share this part of his life. It means the secret would no longer plague him.

Don’t get him wrong, he moved on long ago. Found happiness without you. But that does not mean he stopped loving you; it’s a part of him as much as his bond with Neytiri.

Someday, he hopes to pass onto his children the kind of bravery he gained from being with you. To be unapologetically courageous—to fight for want you want. When they’re older, there may be a circumstance where he can give advice from a lesson he learned from you. One of which being that there’s more love in one’s heart than they think.

He lounges with Neytiri in a secluded part of the mountains, holding her, when he spots a new light in the sky. A light that, unbeknownst to him, contains you.

[made-my-peace-with-all-the-bad]

I offer the people of tumblr the long Marbit angst yap that I wrote in the middle of the night a few days ago :) (and major shoutout to @sondheim-girly for letting me use all your headcanons bc they’re perfect)

She was leaving. She was getting out of Tulsa and going to LA. She did it. But why did achieving her dream have to hurt this much? Why did she need to leave the boy she loved behind in order to get closer to her dreams? She still remembers the look in his eyes when she told him. How he was so excited for her and she pretended to not notice the heartbreak that was building in the corners of his eyes. And she couldn’t even blame him, because what would she have done? But he loved her so much that he pushed back the knowledge that they might not make it because she was going to do amazing things. Maybe he wouldn’t be part of that, but he’d always love her and be so incredibly proud. So, he’d pick her up, spun her around and told her how amazing this was and how proud he was in between gentle kisses. He stayed over that night. He held her extra close and if he let some of the tears slip out between shaky breaths after she fell asleep, that was between him and the quiet tick of the clock in her bedroom.

They had the summer. They had until mid-august when she would get on a plane and fly the three hours from Tulsa to LA. And Two Bit would be damned if he didn’t make that summer count. They did everything they’d been putting off. Because he needed those memories to hold onto after she left. He didn’t think he’d be able to survive knowing that she hadn’t done everything she wanted to with him before she left. So they spent almost every day together. Sometimes they’d go for a walk and just talk about anything and everything. Sometimes he’d come over and just lean against her while she baked something. Sometimes, usually late at night, tucked into her bed and clinging to each other like they wouldn’t survive if they weren’t close enough, they’d talk about the future. He’d kiss her and tell her that they would make it work. And once he made sure his mom and sister would be ok and he had enough money, he’d fly to her and they’d be together there. He told her about the life they’d have together. How they would find a nice apartment a few blocks from the office where she worked as a journalist, they’d wake up with their bodies intertwined every morning, they’d get a dog who would adore them. Once they were settled in, they’d get married, have a couple kids, and they’d have everything they ever wanted. In those moments, Marcia closed her eyes and let herself imagine it. Their perfect life. But nothing was ever that easy.

The day she boarded that plane, he kissed her a thousand times and told her he loved her after every single one. She said it back, knowing she meant it more than anything she’d ever said. And when they finally pulled apart, he wiped the tears off her cheeks and told her that it was going to be ok and he’d see her again soon. She nodded, kissing him a final time before getting on the plane. Neither of them knew that would be the last kiss they shared for almost four years.

Long distance was the hardest thing they’d ever done. Every morning that Marcia woke up, she rolled over, expecting to find the strong and warm body of her boyfriend, and every time, she was met with cold and empty sheets. And that made her tear up almost every single time. She wrote to him pretty often, mostly because the phone always had a long line. But not hearing his voice and his laugh was killing her slowly. God, she missed him so much. But she was trying to be ok, she had to be. She had a shot at being something. Something bigger than the town she came from, and she was going to do everything she could to make sure she didn’t mess that up. Back in Tulsa, Two Bit did the same thing. He thought about her all the time. If he saw a cake that Cherry made and brought to the Curtis home, he thought about her. If a song she loved played on the radio came on, he thought about her. And every single time one of her letters came in the mail, he’d bring it up to his room and he’d read it quietly. And if a few of her letters had some droplets of water on the page by the time he was finished reading it, no one needed to know. He wrote back. He told her about everything, everything except the fear he felt that she was moving on and he couldn’t keep up. He couldn’t put that emotional burden onto her. She was doing amazing things, she was rising above this town, and who was he to be the reason she couldn’t do that fully? Sometimes, when he was lying awake in the middle of the night, he considered breaking up with her. Not because he didn’t love her, because he loved her so much that it hurt, but because he couldn’t live with himself if she didn’t go for her dreams fully because of him.

It had been multiple years since they’d seen each other in person. But now she was coming home. It was summer again. She had just graduated and decided to come back home. When they met again, in that same airport they separated at, neither of them could stop the tears. Tears for everything they’d missed, everything they had again, and everything they both knew they would lose again. But the moment she saw him, waiting, hands stuffed into the pockets of the same overalls he wore four years earlier, she immediately picked up her pace. She almost ran into him with how fast she was moving, but he caught her with an arm. He’d put on the same crooked smile he always had, hair still the same as it was before, messy and curly, and he’d just looked at her with so much awe. “Hi”. That was all he said, all he could say, before she was in his arms, lips pressed against his like she needed them like she needed oxygen. And in that moment, it was like no time had passed. They fell back into their old rhythm, his arms wrapped around her, her arms thrown around his neck, lips moving in sync. It was like he never even knew how badly he needed this until he had it again.

It was when he saw the look on her face when they passed a kid getting jumped, that he knew. He knew she was better than this town. She was better than the awful class divide, the violence, the alcohol, the addictions, all of it. Marcia was better than Tulsa, she always had been. It killed him to know he was the reason she came back. So, he knew he needed to set her free. It hurt more than anything in the world to do it though. Because he had to look the girl, no, the woman he loved in the eyes and tell her that they were done. Absolutely nothing could’ve prepared him for the look of utter despair that filled her eyes when he told her. The way she immediately started to pull away from him and curl into herself. He tried to reach out, but he pulled his hand back when he remembered why he was doing this. She deserved more than he could ever give her. She deserved to be happy. Happy and unafraid. He could make her happy, but he could never erase the violence of Tulsa. So, he fought every instinct that screamed at him to pull her close and whisper sweet nothings in her ear when he watched tears fill her eyes and slip down her cheeks. He pretended that it didn’t kill him to watch her shrug off his jacket, the jacket she’d been wearing for years and hand it to him. He stayed planted in his spot when he watched her turn around and start walking back towards the west side. Back towards her home, where she would spend the next two days, before packing up all she had left, and moving to LA for good.

They wouldn’t see each other again for another seven years.

When she did come back, it was with a diamond ring on her left hand. She showed up on the front step of his house. It was like a scene straight out of his dreams. Because he thought about her all the time. Almost every day, because he woke up in the house that he’d planned to be theirs that now sheltered only him. He’d even made the modifications they’d planned together. So when he was sitting at his small kitchen table and someone knocked on his door, he assumed it was Soda. Maybe he brought his daughter to come see her favorite ‘Uncle Two’, so he’d plastered a fake smile on his face and opened the door. What he was not expecting was to see Marcia. Marcia, whose hair was longer and in its naturally curly state, whose face was slightly changed because she was almost thirty now, but unmistakably herself. He was at a complete loss for words at seeing her again. He didn’t even believe she was real, because he’d had this dream enough times to not trust that it was actually happening. It wasn’t until she learned her throat and asked if she could come in that he snapped back to reality and stepped aside to let her in. That night was a big blur to him. It wasn’t until he woke up the next morning to find her making breakfast that he knew it wasn’t all a big trick from his brain. She sat down and told him everything. She told him about what she was doing back in LA, about her friends, about her fiancé. But she went quiet when Two Bit asked her why she was back. She could only tell him that she needed to see him again before she got married. Part of him wished the reason was that she still loved him and wanted him to ask her to stay. But he still believed that what he did was for the best. But he never was good at saying no to her, so when she asked if he would spend some time with her while she was back, he could never say no. And they did. They spent almost every moment together for a week and a half before it all went bad. They got caught up in a rainstorm and they fell back into an old habit. She had taken his hand and they danced in the rain together. Then, they messed up. They messed up because Two Bit watched her spinning around and laughing and then she ran up to him and all he could think to do was kiss her. So that’s what he did. And she kissed him back. She should’ve pushed him away, he should’ve remembered she had a fiancé, but the moment their lips touched, nothing else mattered.

It should’ve ended there. They never should’ve done anything else together. But then they slept together. And they knew it was fucked up, she was engaged to a man Two Bit had never even met, but they couldn’t even force themselves to care. Because, even after almost a decade, they still had every inch of each other memorized. And when he woke up the next morning, wrapped around her, it was like he was eighteen again. Like he was young and holding her close because she was about to leave for college in a couple weeks. Like he was happy and believed in them still. Then she woke up, and she turned over and kissed him again. Fuck, how was he supposed to deal with losing her a second time? He didn’t know if he could. But, for now, he would just pull her close and hold her tight. In the quiet and the darkness of his house, they could forget. They could forget the world outside. They could ignore the jumpings and classism that still happened in Tulsa. They could ignore the life Marcia had established in LA with her fiancé. None of that mattered, not when she could curl into the warmth of his body and he could kiss her softly. But they couldn't stay in the house forever.

Despite how much they may have still loved each other, they had lives of their own. They couldn't work. No matter how much Two Bit wished she would think about what she wanted, how much he wished she would turn around and come back to him. He would carry her up the stairs and they could go back to the comfort and safety of his quiet bedroom. But they couldn’t. She had a fiancé to go back home to. She was getting married. She made her choice and there was nothing he could say or do to make her stay. So there he stood, on the porch he built for them, saying goodbye. It was the second time she turned and walked away from him, and somehow, it hurt even more this time. Because she had come back to see him and damnit he hoped that it would be different this time so he’d let his guard down and found a way to let her back in. He ignored everything telling him not to. He ignored the fact that she was in love with someone else now, he ignored that she was visiting for closure, he ignored his instinct telling him this was a bad idea. He ignored it all and he got hurt again because of it. Now she was leaving and he couldn’t even stop her.

What he didn’t know was that Marcia really didn’t want to go back. She loved her fiancé, really she did. But the love she had for him didn't even come close to the love she had for two Bit and she felt so guilty about that. She knew that she needed to go back to LA now, or she never would. If she spent one more night with Two Bit or she kissed him again, she would never be able to go back. She knew that if she looked at him again, she would break down and she would stay forever. So she packed up and got ready to leave Tulsa for what she assumed would be the last time. She was using every ounce of strength she had to keep the tears from slipping out. She had her back turned to him, but she heard the complete heartbreak in his voice when he said goodbye. Shit, she never wanted to hear that again and it hurt more than anything to know that she was the cause of it. She held back the tears until she was sitting on a plane back to LA. It was only until she was safely in the air that she let them fall. She let her eyes slip closed and for just a moment, she let herself imagine what it would've been like if she stayed. Then she was brought back to reality by a flight attendant who was looking at her with sympathy who asked if she wanted anything to drink. She squeezed her eyes shut, cleared her throat, composed herself, and shook her head. This was her decision. She chose this and now she was going to have to live with it for the rest of her life. She needed to fully move on. She would forget the boy she met over a decade ago at a drive-in. She would forget the way he threw his head back when he laughed. She would forget the way his hand felt in hers. She would forget the way his lips felt when he kissed her. She would move on. She would forget the boy with messy curls and the smile that took her breath away.

She would forget Two Bit Mathews. She would forget him because she had to.

[katlover14]

I did it! I filled a page with doodles!

Look!

So, some of these you may recognize from my side blog (@cattheskeleton-14) asks because this is where I drew them. Now, I know there are blank spaces. But idk what to fill them in with and there's not enough room for error, so those spots are staying blank.

You may be wondering... who tf is Sunflower and what's that things problem?!

Sunflower (the bleeding, creepy thing center-left) is my FNaF OC. Usually, I draw her all cute and with her sister. But, for some reason, when I made that Error doodle, I wanted to draw her.

While I was drawing Sunflowr, I had the sudden urge to make her creepy. Blood and blank eyes seems to be what I find creepy (oh, and her neck stretched out so she can do that from around the corner).

Idk what it is, but unnaturally long necks freak me out. And, since she's a robot, she's able to do it as she pleases.

Aside from that, the paw is for my in-progress fursona. Error was drawn because of this discussion I had with @vantriloquist months ago (somewhere between July and August, I think?). Honestly, pretty sure I reblogged the Error doodle to the wrong person, but idk anymore.

Cozy Night is Sans (Classic) x Ccino and was drawn for an ask. The other asks were: Crepic (bottom right), Calming Joy (DreamBerry, top left), Crossmare (fucking forgot my name for them, middle right), and Killjoy (Dream x Killer, dead center).

The small details on all the drawings are my favorite parts. Like: the stars on Dream and Swap's skulls (idk what that bit is called), Nightmare's teeth existing over the dripping goop, Nightmare's skull being wonky where it's "melting", Epic drooling on Cross's shoulder, the latte art as Ccino's "eyes", and the sharp point in Killer's skull are the ones I can think of rn.

Also, according to my drawings, y'all REALLY like shipping Dream and Cross, but only with other skeletons. Honestly, same. Don't like Cream, don't hate it either.

I just prefer them more with other people. Surprisingly, I ship both of them heavily with Killer. Oh, wait. This isn't the blog where I talk about ships.

Forget what I said.

[kumezyzo]

yea idk. this is the q&a metioned in this post. 1.5k words... and its all bf!sapnap 😁😁

the spaces between questions are supposed to indicate that a little time has passed, like a cut that would be in a video.

shout out to 🐬 anon for helping me with some of the questions! theyre absolutely amazing 💜💜

anyway, enjoy! or dont.... :) m.list

you and nick sat infront of your desk, both of you going through your phones, making sure you have the questions you both picked out from the responses on your tweet.

you put your phone down and set up your recording. nick reached over, keeping his eyes on his phone, placing his hand on your thigh. it was almost like second nature for him to then start rubbing his hand up and down your thigh.

you pause for a moment, your camera recording. you looked at the moniter that showed you what your camera was seeing. at the very bottom, nicks hand was clearly in your lap, moving slowly. the sight made butterflies flutter in your stomach for a moment.

"you ready?" you ask, looking over at your boyfriend, your eyes darting to the hand on your thigh before looking back up.

"mhmm..." he hummed, double checking one last time before looking up and smiling at you.

"okay then..."

"hey, guys! so, we're finally doing that q&a that we said we might do during our announcement video!" you said, smiling into the camera. "we- well, I tweeted out 'ask questions for a couple q&a' which is kinda cringey but gets the point across!" you laughed awkwardly.

"yea, i mean, to be fair, we just needed something to get people to ask questions," nick said shrugging comically by lifting his arms.

"yea..." you said trailing off. "okay lets start!"

'when did you start dating?'

you read the question out loud, looking up into the camera, "a few months ago. this past november," nick nodded in agreement.

"that kinda goes with one of my questions 'how long did you guys like eachother before you started dating?'"

"oh.... umm..." you trailed off, thinking back to a few months ago when you both started talking.

"ive liked you since the first moment i saw you," nick said dreamily making you shake your head with a snile.

"shut up," you said with a giggle. "i think it was maybe a few months before then... august, september-ish? i think by then it was less of a platonic relationship if im honest."

you looked over at nick, to see him already staring at you. you smiled at him in confusion, tilting your head slightly.

"i think i liked you before then. i always thought you were really pretty. and like you were funny and nice. it just changed for some reason," he said looking into your eyes softly. "and im glad it did..."

you let out a soft breath in surprised confusion. you looked back at the camera and tried to hide your smile.

"phew... okay your turn to read a question!" you said, trying to shift the tension.

"i just did, peaches," he said nonchalantly. you looked into the camera, your eyes widening for a second before you tried to hide the flustered look on your face.

'what did the dream and george think when you told them you were dating?'

"dream already knew i was going to ask you out the night it happened. i had been talking to him about it a lot and he had kinda been telling me to just get it over with," nick said, looking at you as he spoke.

"poor guy," you said shaking your head. "he had to hear about how much you were falling in love with me." you said, flipping your hair.

"yea, he did get tired of hearing about it," he said laughing. "and george just kinda knew, i guess."

you laughed, "he texted me like a week before we officially started dating. he asked me 'are you and sapnap dating? or is it going to happen anytime soon?' and didnt know what to tell him."

'who asked out who?'

you raised your eyebrows at him in amusement once he read the question, "you should answer this one, lover boy."

nick chuckled softly and smiled. "i asked her out..."

you waited for him to continue before you realized he wasnt going to. "oh, come on," you scoffed. "okay, he called me super late at night and-"

"no! they dont need to know all of that!"

"and he basically told me that he loved me and that he wanted to be my boyfriend."

nick groaned as his face began to turn red. you grinned at him and gave him a peck on his cheek. he playfully shoved you away as you giggled.

'do you have nicknames for eachother yet?'

"just babe and baby, really..." you said, trying to recall anything youve called him aside from his name.

"same for me... and i call you peaches," he says, failing to hold back a grin as he looks at the way you shake your head.

"and mamas-"

"okay! next question!" he cut you off, causing you to let out a loud laugh.

nick looked at the camera mischievously as you waited for him to ask the next question.

'favourite position?'

"i think mine would have to be cowgirl," he says nonchalantly, keeping his eyes on his phone as he answers.

your eyes widen at him before your hand shoots to cover your mouth in shock. you turn to stare at the camera, speechless as you lean foreward and rest your elbows on your desk, covering your face in embarrassment.

nick giggles loudly, his face turning a deeper shade of red as he watches your body shake in embarrassed laughter.

"what is wrong with you?!" you yell, your voice slightly muffled by your hands.

he let out a similar high pitched laugh as he got up from his chair and covered his face in embarrassment.

you turned your face in your hands to look at him as he shook his head at you, a groan leaving both of you.

"im keeping that in."

"no youre not!"

"i have to!" you said laughing at the way he shakes his head at you. "youre the one that said it!!"

"but your not supposed to-" he groans, "dont put it in!"

"its going in!" you bleeped him saying which position in post

'is yn moving into the dream team house?'

nick looked at you, not knowing how to approach answering your question.

"i think it would make sense in terms of me being the 'honourary dream team member'," you said with air quotes. "but i dont think i will be moving in." you finish with a smile and looking back down at your phone to find your next question.

"wait you dont want to move in?" nick asks, looking at you in confusion with his head tilted slightly.

"thats not what i said," you said with a confused smile.

"so why dont you?" he asked, this time more as an invitation.

"wha- i mean-" you stammered trying to think of a way to make sense of what just happened. "you want me to?"

"of course i do," he smiled.

he leaned in and gave you a peck on your lips. you smiled and your eyes darted down to his lips again. you licked your lips subtly before leaning back in and kissing him longer this time.

nick reached his hand up to hold the side of your neck as he deepened the kiss. he licked your upper lip, causing you to lightly part them. he took that as a chance to pull on your bottom lip and lightly suck on it before pulling away from you completely.

he pulled away and licked his lips as he nonchalantly pulled out his phone to find his next question.

you looked at him speechlessly and flustered. if you looked close enough at his phone, youd notice he was staring at his home screen, also trying to compose himself. you were just trying to make a mental note to cut that out of the video. you did dw

'why did you decide to announce it now?"

"i think it was just that it felt right," you said, shrugging. "we have been officially dating for like five months-"

"technically four,"

"no?"

"baby, yes,"

"nick, if it was the end of november-"

"its not even a week of november that we dated!"

"and then the entirety of december, january, february, and now the end of march?!"

"thats four months, baby. and maybe a week!" he said waiting for you to do the math in your head. your eyes darted around as you thought for a second. then you pursed your lips and looked away from both nick and the camera in embarrassment.

"I'll still love you dont worry," nick said, reaching back over to your thigh and giving it a soft squeeze.

"shut up," you said rolling your eyes.

"wait, have a question," nick said as you were about to say your next one.

"okay," you said, unsuspecting.

'how many times a week do you have sex?'

"nick!" you look at him in disbelief.

he giggles mischievously, "it really depends on the week, sometimes its every-"

"okay! thats all we need for today!"

"isnt it 'all we have for today'?" he asks with a smirk.

"no today, its all we need," you glare at him. "im done with this q&a," you say as you shake your head.

"thank you guys so much for watching! i hope you enjoyed? dont go subscribe to him! but definitely subscribe to me!" you say with a smile on your face.

"what why?!"

yea idk if i like this much, its kinda bad. i hope you enjoyed. comment, request shit, like. idk 💜 -nony

[voxofthevoid]

Writing Log: September and October 2024

Merging the logs because I didn't do a lot of fandoming last month. Well, I did, but it's been pretty scattered. That's not ideal! I work best with a solid but self-imposed routine, but my schedule has been all over the place. September wasn't bad that way, but canon coming to a close wasn't really sparking joy. I'm mostly over that now, I think—just gotta not think about some plot holes and general underwhelming developments (unless it is to forcibly fill those holes—heh).

Anyway, like in August, writing was sporadic and incremental in both September and October. November would have been the same, but the vacation I had planned got cancelled, so it'll likely be business as usual. I don't know if I can finish my current long WIP this month, but I'm hoping to put a bigger dent in it than I managed the last two months.

the mouth of the wolf, the eyes of the lamb [JJK, sukuita and goyuu; Yuuji moves into a small isolated town after his grandpa’s death and acquires a demon fixated on him as well as a demon hunter more interested in him than in the demon]: 47,347

lipstick chemtrails [JJK, goyuu ft. fem!Gojou; Gojou helps herself to her favorite student's mouth, and he helps himself to a hell of a lot more]: 9,584

you were made in the image of god (i was not) [JJK, goyuu; Gojou refuses to rot, and Yuuji refuses to move on]: 9,911

Total:

Sept: 35,285

Oct: 31,557

Adding these in, my total unedited word count for JJK is now 1,113,386.

Meanwhile, the plot bunny list has grown...considerably. The total is now 113, but I might go through the list and axe a couple that don't quite spark joy after how the manga ended.

Canon-divergence AU in which Yuuji never ate the finger at his school and only enters the word of sorcery in October, once the Culling Games begin and the finger sealed in him at birth activates.

Yuuji fixates so hard on Gojou that he ends up time/dream traveling in time to when teen!Gojou was the loneliest.

Postcanon fic in which Sukuna says yes to Yuuji's offer to live with him. Years later, Gojou is reborn.

Sukuna and Yuuji are born sharing a soul—and its immense power. Their entry into Jujutsu High livens things up a little too much.

During Gojou’s and Yuuta’s body-swap training, Yuuji crashes the party, and seeing Yuuta’s expressions on Gojou’s face makes Yuuji lose his mind. It escalates predictably.

Canon-divergence AU where fem!Sukuna incarnated a while ago and is content enough to lounge around like in the Heian with fem!Gojou as entertainment. Fem!Yuuji gets treated to an abundance of cunt.

The fifteen-year-old boy whom Gojou ties to the chair in the isolation chamber isn’t the scarred calamity who wakes up.

The necrofic idea should also be in this list, but since I've already finished it, there's no need.

[gaslightgallows]

September 2023 Writing Round-Up

I just checked my tags, and I haven't done one of these since… three years ago. Exactly three years ago yesterday (9/29/20), to be precise. Which was pretty much when my mental health and my personal life started to crumble in earnest, and it took my desire to write for public consumption along with it.

Most of what I did for the rest of 2020/2021 were either struggling to finish works in progress (and largely failing) or archiving stuff from my LJ days. I didn't post anything in 2022. I was still writing (a lot) but it was either for Patreon (…fuck, right, I have a Patreon) or it was personal, not meant to be shared.

And then Good Omens came back and ended up being really fucking relevant to my life, and @meldanya44 was there urging me to get back into writing for other people besides her. I think it was a good idea, over all. ♥

So… yeah. Thanks, Good Omens fandom, for reminding me that writing is meant to be shared, and that I am a prompt-based lifeform. (I'll be putting up a new prompt list tomorrow, if anyone wants an artisanally crafted bespoke ficlet of their very own.)

Anyway, here's what I did in September:

Authorial Intent (G, one-shot): Michael’s plan to erase Aziraphale from the Book of Life has certain… flaws. A revision of the final season of S2 Ep6, where the Metatron does not make an appearance. (Actually posted at the end of August but this is my list and it counts. Written very shortly after I finished S2 for the first time. Effervescing with joy.)

Put Out the Stars (T, currently a one-shot, planning to continue): Crowley stole the photo of himself and Aziraphale from the shop a long time ago. (Inspired by one of @fellshish's asks. Angst angst angst… with more to come!)

An Invisible Wound (T, one-shot): “I almost killed you tonight.” “I almost got you killed tonight.” Their first kiss, soft and futile, is in 1941. (Bittersweet canon-compliant 1941 truthers unite.)

After the Rain (T, one-shot; for @meldanya44): The Second Coming has come and gone, and Crowley was calling him ‘angel’ again. (Wonderful quiet post-series fluff.)

Like Petals in a Storm (M, currently a standalone but working on a sequel; for @meldanya44): Between the discorporation and the almost-execution, Aziraphale’s having a bit of trouble keeping body and soul together. (My reputation-mandated 'one partner helps another bathe' fic.)

The Taste of Salt (G, one-shot; for @iamhisgloriouspurpose): The lingering taste of ox ribs are bitter and rich in Aziraphale's mouth, and he isn't sure what he believes anymore. (Continues the 'I'm not taking you to Hell, angel' scene in the Ep2 minisode. Nice and angsty. No one seems to like this one and I'm not sure why.)

Pipe Dream (G, one-shot; for @unwholesome-gay): All Aziraphale has ever wanted is to give heaven back to Crowley. (Domestic fluff about Aziraphale buying the South Downs cottage for Crowley. Fun fact: I struggled to write this and finally posted it in dismay and tried to forget about it. And then my inbox exploded with HEARTS, so I guess it wasn't as bad as I thought.)

The Patience of Angels, Chs 1-4 (M, multi-chapter WIP): An old enemy is on the hunt for the demon known as Crowley, and it will take all the powers of one very protective angel to save him. But in keeping Crowley safe, Aziraphale will uncover more of the terrible truths of Heaven than he ever wanted to know. (The longfic I first conceived of in 2019 and then never got around to finishing enough to post, and am now trying to revise the HELL out of in real-time because the original version doesn't work anymore. I love this fic with a burning passion and hope it finds an audience someday… which it probably will if I can update it, y'know, more often than once a month…)

Fics Posted: 8 Word Count: 28,182

I'm never going to be as prolific as I was when I was in the MCU fandom and had a much less-hectic job, but I'd call that a decent comeback. Thanks, everyone. ♥

[nero-vanderwolf]

August 21, 2010 

Tatsumi Port Memorial Hospital 

“...Hey, guys.” 

Junpei sits down in the cold plastic chair beside the twins. Their heart monitors beep in unison like always. Their chests rise and fall in unison like always. There’s no response from either of them. Like always. 

“Uh... Just wanted to catch you two up. Akihiko and Shinjiro-senpai moved out of the dorms and got an apartment. After Ken finishes out elementary school, he and Koro-chan are gonna move in with ‘em.” 

He pauses. He doesn’t know why, it’s not like they’ll suddenly open their eyes and listen to him. He isn’t even sure if they can hear him now. 

“Yuka-tan is the head of the archery club now. She says it gets pretty stressful sometimes, but I think she enjoys it anyways. Y’know... It’s kinda funny. She told me she only joined so she could fight Shadows, but she’s stayin’ in the club anyways.” 

Another pause. Another moment of crippling realisation that they may never hear him again. Another deep breath. 

“Uh- I brought my grades up! Y’know, I think all that shit with the Fall kinda helped get my head outta my ass. I may not like studying or homework, but sometimes you gotta grit your teeth and do the crap you don’t wanna do. Like fight Shadows.” 

He laughs. It doesn’t sound right to his own ears. It grates at his throat. How dare he laugh, how dare he joke, when the two people he cared about most, who sacrificed themselves for him and the others, lay there hooked up to machines just to survive? 

How dare he be anything at all when there are others who have suffered more? 

...He recalls something Kotone told him once, while he was grieving Chidori so long ago. 

“You held her dear to you, and she traded her life for yours. That’s not something to be taken lightly, or joked about. You’re allowed to grieve, Junpei, and if you don’t give yourself the time to process and mourn, I’m gonna kick your ass.” 

He held the twins dear to him. Still does, really. They traded their lives for his, and the others’. It’s hard to make jokes about it, even after all these months. But he’s allowed to grieve- allowed to mourn their lives and the crushing fact that they had used themselves as a barrier between Nyx and the world. 

If he didn't take his time like this, someone from S.E.E.S would kick his sorry ass. Probably Shinjiro-senpai and all his terrifying, comforting glory. 

“What else... Oh, yeah! Fuuka has gotten way better at cooking. Honestly, it’s kinda a shame you guys can’t taste her cooking- Shinjiro-senpai might have some serious competition soon! Well- okay, maybe not, but I’m serious! She’s, like, taken over Shinjiro-senpai’s role since he left.” 

Junpei chuckles, remembering when she was first learning to cook. She had accidentally set the dorm kitchen on fire, and made it worse by throwing water on the grease. Now, she could easily whip up whatever someone was craving, and had made Shinjiro-senpai proud when she (successfully) improvised a recipe. 

“There... Isn’t really that much left to say. Aigis misses you two a lot, but since we’re all gonna be so busy, we won’t be able to visit for a while. So once we’re all settled, and we have some time, we’ll visit again. Okay? Take care, dudes. Love ya.” 

There’s still time left in visitation, he could stay and talk about him following his baseball dreams, or Mitsuru and Yukari finally getting their heads out of their asses and getting together, or Ken asking him if he knows any other words for ‘Dad’ for “no reason in particular”. 

But he leaves it all unsaid. He’ll tell them next time he sees them. He promised, after all. 

THE PREVIOUS KOTONE AND JUNPEI INTERACTION FIC IS RELATED TO THIS ONE HOLY SHIT!!!!!! KOTONE TELLING JUNPEI ITS OK TO GRIEVE IS REAL!!!! AGHHGHGHHHHAHAHHHH..... AND AKISHINJI MOVING IN WITH KEN AND KOROMARU!!! THE FAMILY!!!!!! aghhh but also junpei being scared of losing the twins. he'd probably be scared considering everything that's happened. so many people died and junpei is probably most scared since he lost chidori.... aaaghhh............

[frankiefellinlove]

Before we played the Stone Pony we used to play the Brighton Bar in Long Branch NJ. They tore down the Brighton last year but my friend Lewis Bloom just let me know today is the 40th anniversary of one of the coolest nights there ever and one of my favorite rock n roll memories. On that hot August night forty years ago Bruce Springsteen came to see us and at the end of our last set he jumped up, grabbed a guitar and blew the roof off the joint!

Now Bruce had played with us before but that night in between sets he asked me to come outside and take a walk with him. We left the bar and walked around the block a couple times just talking. Ain’t gonna lie…my 24 year old self was in a dream like state and feeling like life couldn’t get much cooler. Here I was walking and talking with a hero of mine and for the life of me I couldn’t tell you what we talked about but it was deep and life changing. And then we broke into a bunch of cars and stole shit.

Ok that last part I made up.

I think.

We went back to the bar and Bruce got up and rocked the Brighton. He called out the songs and we played em whether we knew them or not. And if old, dusty bootleg cassette tapes are any proof we played them pretty damn good because Bruce has super powers and somehow he makes a bunch of skinny ass kids sound like a real band when he says “Just follow me”.

We just followed him and played Blue Suede Shoes, Fogerty’s Rockin’ All Over The World, Elvis’ Ain’t That Lovin’ You Baby, Jersey Girl and Carol.

Fuck yeah we did.

Here’s to Bruce Springsteen and The Brighton Bar. Thank you for everything but for one night in particular.

They can demolish the building but they can’t demolish the memories.

Big luv

JE

[abandonedquishe]

I was supposed to post this in August but I forgor

(still makes a sick af end-of-the-year speech tho)

One year ago, I created this blog. Back then, I would have never thought of uttering a word online, and I had simply gotten Tumblr since its description in the Play Store seemed pretty funny and I felt overwhelmed with bigger social media sites. I was going through a tough time with my mental health, grappling with feelings of isolation and uncertainty, and with all honesty, I was in one of the loneliest places I've ever been. The thought of sharing anything about my life felt foreign and frightening, yet, in the depths of my loneliness, I found myself drawn to this platform.

A lot has changed in a year, and between those changes, I am included. I remember spending hours scrolling through posts, looking at beautiful art simply to kill time and escape from reality. My blog was nothing but an untitled collection among the many that are out there. It felt like I was peering into this vibrant world from the outside, longing to be a part of it, yet battling the hesitation to put myself out there.

What inspired me to post in the first place was a desire to share some of the stuff I created. Whether it was some drawings or just some thoughts I found funny, I wanted to connect. However, as time went on I got to meet the most amazing people ever. Great artists, people, and friends. These are people who I think I wouldn't have had the chance to meet otherwise, and I can say that my life would be a lot duller without them.

For example, @sillycyan, you are one of those persons who have had an extraordinary impact on me. Even if you don't quite see it, your influence has been monumental in my life. You inspired me to accept my quirks and my sense of humour, to be loud and proud, and to let my presence be known among others. It’s almost surreal to think how me from a year ago would be completely baffled to see how much more expressive I've become; if I were to tell them, they probably wouldn’t have believed me.

Looking back, I remember how afraid I was to even comment on posts, fearing judgment or misunderstanding. Now, the comfort of having a small circle here feels almost surreal, like a dream I never dared to hope for. It’s a testament to how much I’ve grown, and I have to be especially thankful to you, @sillycyan. You have been a beacon of light, helping me to confront and overcome some of the myriad challenges that were tormenting me back then.

Your support has been invaluable; you brought smiles and laughter through my darkest times, offering comfort when I needed it most. You’ve distracted me during moments when I was on the verge of making rash decisions, helping me to see that there is joy and hope to be found even in the bleakest circumstances.

As I look back on this past year, I feel a deep sense of gratitude. I’m excited about what lies ahead. Thank you for being there with me. Merry Xmas and Happy New Year.

[philsmeatylegss]

Some people might remember me posting something similar when Overcompensate came out, but I wanted to do it again.

To make a very long story short, when I was 14, seven years ago, about two years into the clique, through a concert group chat, I came into contact with a girl named Emily. She was 17 almost 18. We were both huge 21p fans.

This period of time was the darkest in my life; I was pretty sure I was going to take my own life before I graduated high school. I was all over the place and I ended up having a few heart-to-heart conversations with Emily.

Specifically, just because of circumstances, she was the first person I managed to contact after I went through a traumatic experience when I was 14. She didn’t say anything that stuck out, but she comforted me and I will never forget it.

Emily was also dealing with a lot of her own issues; she was open about it. Our contact lasted from March to August 2017 until we just naturally stopped talking.

That was until December 2017 when a mutual friend alerted me to Katie’s Instagram being tagged in multiple memorial posts. After some light digging and context clues from captions, we confirmed Emily had taken her life December 5, 2017.

I’m now 21 and thriving. I was able to heal and I am continuing to heal. I finish college next year and I’m excited for my future. But it never feels any less heavy when I think about Emily.

I promised myself when I found out about Emily’s passing that I would remember her each 21p milestone and I would share her memory.

With the release of Clancy, seven years later, I want to continue to keep that promise.

Emily loved music. She played the guitar and had a lot of friends. She really felt pride in the fact that she loved to help people and she wanted to find a job where she could help people. I wish so desperately she was able to complete that dream.

I don’t know my own feelings about the afterlife, but all that comes to mind when I think of Emily now is that I just hope she is finally at peace. I still follow her Instagram, her last post from September 2017 of her dog. She had multiple posts about 21p on there and she was so excited about new music.

I hope wherever she is, she is still able to listen to Clancy.

I knew Emily for less than a year and we never met irl and there hasn’t been a time when I make a post commemorating her that I don’t cry like a baby. You truly don’t have any clue how much of an impact you have on the world. I wish we had one final conversation where I told her how much her talking to me that one day did.

As I listen to Clancy obsessively on repeat for the next few weeks, I hope somehow Emily is listening as well.

The world misses you Emily. You deserve to be at peace. |-/

[yvernal]

Hair Growth

I think I'll let my hair grow.

I had long hair before starting my transition, down to my shoulder blades. The same length Mom has on that really pretty portrait of her and Aunt at Grandma's house.

When I started transitioning, the first thing I did was to cut them short. And then shorter. With my soft features, it was the easiest way to gain enough passing for people to ponder a bit before gendering me. It didn't work that well until my voice changed, but it was a viable first step.

The last time I had short hair was when I shaved them right before my top surgery. Without the ability to move nicely during the recovery period, it was the easiest way to make showers easier.

But I missed having long hair.

I was never too keen on intricate hairstyles. I can't braid to save my life and I have no idea how to pull up those pretty Viking braids I keep dreaming about. But I liked having long hair.

I have nice hair, despite that the texture changed quite a bit since I started my transition. It is still as thick and heavy as before, with that bad habit to grease quickly at the roots and flatten.... but it's also fluffier, somehow. Less straight, a bit wavier and when dried out naturally, I can get some nice loose curls and volume.

I did an underlight dye last august, that I'll redo in January or February to bleach the root again. Since I have a deep and warm chestnut brown paired with a pale skin, I decided to keep more of an autumnal color palette and went with a warm creamy blond. I like how it pairs with my natural color, my skin and my eyes.

It makes me feel pretty.

Recently, I wondered about how I'd look with longer hair. Loose curls flowing down my back, cream and brown intertwined. If this time I could learn how to make nice braids and try some of those hairstyles I dreamt about. At the same time, I can't help but wonder if the combo beard and longer hair won't make me look like a Jesus knockoff.

Though, I also found myself thinking about M, that one really nice guy who was in History bachelor with me some years ago. He had the longest hair I ever saw on a man, down to his hips, ebony black and smooth as ink.

I don't think I ever told him that I thought he was beautiful. I should have.

[cryptidsurveys]

Sunday, November 24th, 2024.

What’s one unusual little thing that you really enjoy? These things aren't that unusual, but I guess they're different from the things I would normally list. Driving to / from the shelter on Saturdays and Sundays because there's very little traffic, black coffee in the morning with breakfast, driving around the neighborhood to look at Christmas lights, folding and organizing the blankets and towels at the shelter (even though that organization won't last long), reading through YouTube comments on certain videos, cracking my neck when it's stiff, etc.

What’s the biggest bruise you’ve ever had? I'm not sure about the biggest, but the smallest, most painful bruises I've ever had were on my funny bone.

How would you react if you had a particularly unusual pain or ache? I had a mysterious pain around my gallbladder some while ago. I half-jokingly complained and wondered about it. I might have Googled it. But I didn't bother to see a doctor or address it in any meaningful way. :')

What’s something that you like wearing, but you don’t actually wear it often? Rings. I might wear them once every couple of weeks.

If you were to put all of your current life dreams and goals aside, what’s something you’d want to pursue that you realistically wouldn’t do? Homesteading or something along those lines. An idealistic vision but incredibly unrealistic for a lazy ass like me. Something more realistic would be to incorporate certain elements of that existence into my everyday life. Just the flavor of homesteading without all the actual work involved.

Have you ever reacted to something in a completely unexpected way, whether it be unexpected to others or yourself? I don't think anyone expected me to have that little snap about Diane back in August or September. I think we're cool now, though. I brought some kennel cards to her office the other day and we had a quick chat over a real spitfire of a sassy cat who had just been adopted. <3

When was the last time you attended a funeral? Pretty sure I always say 2009 because that's when the death occurred, but I think it was actually very early 2010 when I attended the funeral. It was for the father of one of my past partners.

Is there a TV show you’ve been meaning to watch, but haven’t for whatever reason? No. I just can't get into television series like I used to.

Have you ever found yourself seriously in debt? No.

Do you believe in coincidences? Sometimes they can feel meaningful, but it's probably just my brain sensing a pattern where there isn't one. They're still fun, though.

Has there ever been a time where you found yourself to be completely overdressed or underdressed? I was somewhat underdressed at the fundraising event I went to over the summer. Not glaringly so, but it was supposed to be a bit fancier. I just don't have any nice clothing, so I did my best to look reasonably presentable. I doubt anyone even cared.

Are you addicted to caffeine? I might be. Not from coffee or caffeinated beverages, but from the caffeine in my migraine pills. I try to avoid anything else containing it.

How would you rate how often you’re motivated to do something on a scale of one to ten? My motivation levels ebb and flow. I notice it most with the animal shelter. Sometimes I'll be super motivated and energized, whereas other times it will feel like a drag. I also feel like my motivational focus shifts occasionally. Lately, the driving force has been toward seeking holiday coziness and nostalgic memories and less about the repetitive blur of work. I still very much enjoy what I do, but autumn and winter just do something to my soul.

Has it always been this way? Feeling initially charged and obsessed - yes. But actually maintaining consistency through my slumps - that's more of a recent development.

If you have a job, how often do you call out and do you ever feel guilty about it? I almost always feel a twinge of guilt and regret, but taking days for myself will ensure that I don't burn out in the long run.

Would you or anyone you know consider you to be “crazy” in any way? My thinking can be somewhat irrational due to mental illness and just plain ol' fallible human understanding, but I'm nowhere near as unwell as I used to be. I might still be a little weird, but I think most of the people in my life consider me reasonably levelheaded.

When’s the last time you found something unexpectedly? I'm not sure.

What’s the last bad decision you made? Hmmm.

Assuming you watch TV, what’s the one thing you hate the most about commercials? I hate lengthy or overly loud and obnoxious ads on YouTube, especially when I'm trying to fall asleep to something.

Is there anything that people always tell you that you should do? No.

If you’re having unwanted thoughts, are you more likely to deny having those thoughts or address them and try to move on? It's so hard to stop obsessing and ruminating. I'll try to address or rationalize the thoughts, but that doesn't make them disappear. I just have to distract myself and wait until they gradually diminish on their own.

When was the last time you acted irrationally? Idk.

When was the last time you threw up? Early 2023. The first night of Covid was rough.

What’s the longest amount of time you’ve stayed awake? Idk.

How often do you paint your nails? Rarely.

Is there something that people seem to compliment you on pretty regularly? Mmm, not really. I've been complimented on my baking, but that's a relatively recent thing.

Who’s the youngest person in your immediate family? My sibling.

Do you believe that your dreams have any real meaning? I think they can give insight into the state of my subconscious / unconscious mind, but are they prophetic? In my case, probably not. But for someone with much better intuition and an ability to carry out patterns to their logical conclusions…perhaps.

Do you wish you were more busy or less busy? Part of me wishes I was slightly less busy, but another part of me knows I would be bored. I'm trying to strike the proper balance.

What’s something that seems to haunt you? Past regrets.