#idk noon-ish

[rockyroadkylers]

i think i finished my new year's day fic 👀

[judesstfrancis]

I FINISHED MY FANFICTION >:)

[probably-insane-writer]

honestly I'm going to start practicing art just so i can write fucking manga. the yuri (and manga in general) calls to me also how else am i supposed to get shit out there, yapping?

[trashyandtiredsol]

Am getting a headache rn and I'm starting to sweat in my tye dye hoodie (honestly love this it's so comfortable but it's not cold anymore 😞) and I have been even more tired than usual this week which sucks but we persisting

Okay gon a go do art linework stuff now for a redraw then go to bed In probably around an hour 😀

[lunarsapphism]

god im on my last day of dogsitting/housesitting for these people and im so glad to be done. its literally fucking. 8 am and i have been woken up by one of the dogs whining at me to go outside every single day before 8. and of course i let both of them outside but like, apparently he gets fed breakfast every day at like 6 am and i know he gets dinner at 3 pm. but thats so early for both of those things. I hate people that start their days ridiculously early and thus naturally make it so their dogs have their routine too. im so tired. at least im getting paid! but holy shit i am exhausted

[xxlady-lunaxx]

aaaaa sanegiyuuuu 😞

imagine after the war, giyuu opening the door when he got a knock at 3am, bleary-eyed and tired, seeing sanemi standing there soaked to the bone. giyuu like wha are you okay come in ARE YOU CRYING- OH NO- and comforting him, getting tea and hurrying to get a towel and blanket, throwing logs and a couple matches into the fire place. sanemi exhausted and resting his head on the kotatsu(/table) as giyuu drapes a blanket over him and almost spilling tea everywhere in his haste. asking him what was wrong, hugs and cuddles. sanemi starting off mumbling incomprehensibly about genya and then saying iguro (?? giyuu couldn’t understand) and how they all left him alone and how he should’ve protected shinobu for kanae and how gyomei and sanemi used to be close-ish, at least they were friends, and then sanemi lapsing into a blubbering mess, falling asleep in giyuu’s arms with fresh salty tracks trailing down his cheeks. giyuu waking up later at noon with a note of apology and some salmon daikon<3

idk i dont see enough sanemi angst and i love him just collapsing w/ emotional exhaustion and going to giyuu for support 😞 i love them help

[n0vazsq]

The art of forgivness | PA17 x Reader

pairing . . . paul aron x f!reader

summary . . . When Paul and (Y/n) have a fight, he doesn't know if she'll ever forgive him. However, he decides to take his chance and ends up with a happy girlfriend.

request . . . no!

word count . . . 1.1k

warnings . . . cursing

alexavia yaps . . . little random story idk i kinda stole it from myself <33 tell me who yall want in the next one <3

It was almost noon now, Paul knew damn well that he should be practicing on the sim, but he wasn't. 

He re-read the messages between him and (Y/n), for what seemed like the millionth time. Was he really that much of an asshole? He couldn't believe how she didn't physically attack him, he'd want to do it to himself.

Cocky, annoying and asshole-ish. That was he was to (Y/n), and he didn't understand why she still dealt with him. Perhaps homicide of oneself would be useful now.

His fingers lingered over the keyboard, aching to send her a message. It was so painful to restrain himself, he basically longed to see the blue message appear on his phone.

Sighing, he closed his phone and looked at himself in the mirror. His hair was messy, he looked rougher than usual. He guessed that this would happen when the thing you love most is taken away from you.

He brushed his hair slightly with his hands, and put on the rings (Y/n) gave him, the ones he always wears. Grabbing the bouqet he had bought off his bedside table, he closed his hotel room and went out into the dangerous, dangerous hallway. 

Paul knew he had fucked everything up when (Y/n) didn't respond to his text. Usually, she'd reply within seconds, always surprising him with her fast replying speed.

If only she was as fast to forgive him.

Something like this happening was inevitable, whether they liked it or not. They were both foolish to think that they'd have a relationship with no fighting whatsoever. Stupid of them.

The thing was, it wasn't only this recent fight that made them like this. No, it was multiple mini fights that just made their frustration build up to the point where they both snapped. 

Paul was wrong, he knew that. But he couldn't bring himself to admit it, always so stubborn, both of them. He knew that if he did, he was going to be teased, even though it was the right thing to do.

And after a very heated argument with himself, he'd decided to go apologise to (Y/n). He had promised himself to not get cold feet when he arrived at her hotel room. But as he stood there, a large bouquet in his hands, he felt the urge to run off and never return. 

He was already regretting his choice of flowers: white lilies, blue hydrangeas, and a few blue hyacinths thrown in just for the aesthetic. Why'd he chose blue specifically? He'd never know. 

The shame and guilt felt heavy on his shoulders, weighing him down as he took a deep breath, finally bringing himself to knock on her door. Two heavy knocks and one light knock, that was their code. Paul slightly regretted doing the secret knock, what if she didn't open the door because she knew it was him?

Stop that, take deep breaths and calm down. He'd told himself, the dread slowly enveloping him the longer (Y/n) took to open the door. It was very dreadful.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she opened the door. Paul had to force himself to not start sobbing from relief. (Y/n) had opened the door! This was one small step for her, but a giant leap for him. 

He was brought back to reality by his girlfriend clearing her throat, glaring at him, as if urging him to speak. Her eyes were slightly bloodshot, her face a bit paler than usual. Had she been sick? He knew that she got sick easily, and more often than not, he'd find her sniffling and shoving pills into her mouth.

"Uh-hi! How have you been? I....I brought these flowers for you. I know you don't like red roses so I choose against them but then had the weird urge to-"

"Yes, yes. Thank you. Why'd you come here?" (Y/n) cut him off, her tone frustrated, or maybe annoyed. He didn't know why he started talking so much, good job you idiot.

He should've asked Ralf or even Dino for help. This was a bad idea, he already regretted it. Now he'll never be able to get his girlfriend back and she'll never forgive him.

"Paul! What is the matter with you? Speak." He was so caught up in his own thoughts that he forgot about (Y/n) standing infront of him. Ironic.

"Ah, yeah. I just came here to apologise to you, I was an asshole and I knew I was wrong. I am so sorry, kallis," He mentally facepalmed when she raised an eyebrow at that. "I just want you to forgive me, I should have cared and noticed when people were hating on you. I love you so much and don't want to lose you. So please, just forgive me, (Y/n)."

Wow, where'd he pull that from? He should start considering a job in film writing, or even writing books. His lines would probably have people sobbing.

(Y/n) narrowed her eyes at him, her face pulling into an awkward, forced smile. Maybe he should stick to being a racing driver.

"I appreciate all this, Paul. I really do. But..."

But what?! 

"You really didn't need to bring flowers, you could've just came and apologised. Thank you."

Paul's anxiety vanished instantly, all hints of the shaking hands he had vanishing. His face formed a grin, his whole body relaxing.

"I-h....I love you so much and I can't deal with losing you again. " He managed to say. His voice shook, as if he was going to cry. He really couldn't lose (Y/n) again.

"I can't either, ange. And I'm sorry, for everything. I love you too." (Y/n) gave him an apologetic smile, and he could see in her eyes that she really meant it.

Paul felt immense happiness flood him, all tension from the past few days disappearing. He wouldn't have known what to do if (Y/n) hadn't forgave him

"So...are we back together?...." Paul trailed off, he really didn't know at this point. 

"We broke up?" She said, tilting her head at him. 

"Oh... Well, I thought we did. Uh, sorry, it was a stupid question. I don't know what I'm saying." He scratched the back of his head. Great, Paul, you ruined it now

"How have you been?"

"Quite depressed, actually. You really did light up my life," (Y/n)'s eyes widened, and her cheeks were tinted red. He still has the charm. "Well, I have to go now. I have to do the track walk with Amaury. See you around, I guess."

"See you."

He didn't know what to do with his arms, part of him stepped forward to hug her, and part of him raised his hands to wave. (Y/n) sighed and pulled him into a hug, rubbing his back while she laid her head on his chest. His heart was propably beating out of his chest, still not used to the feeling.

Then, he swore he heard her mutter something like 'I missed you'.

[straycalamities]

okay so! the official plan for the Spook Streams Marble Hornets Again is that it will occur on Friday, November 8th! it will be on synctube.de where you do not need to make an account to watch or chat (and i think you can even do custom names and name colors?? neato)

i will be in-character as Spook (as in. my oc. to the few who might not know? idk) the whole time unless i have to be Responsible :/ and so you can talk and interact with it in the chat n whatnot as we watch and you can be there as yourself or even as your own oc if you want. idk im not ur dad

the streams will be 2h 15m ish each and there will be four of them. i will post what Entry (that's what the videos are all labeled as on the main Marble Hornets channel) we leave off of every time we finish for the people who cant join or who have to leave early to follow along if they want

though if youre following along on your own, i have to note that the totheark channel videos are just as important and i'm including them in the stream

so all that set aside and established i have one final question for those who will be joining friday (you'll need to use a time converter if you're outside my timezone sorreh) also i dont exist earlier than noon that's just how i am sorry about that too

[c9kefestation]

Any hcs you have? Any club penguin character this time!

Good morning gang (even thought it's noon as of posting this), welcome to episode 2 of ramblingfestation! I'm your host, G Billy, and im your co-host, G Billy-

I mentioned this like a while back but my hcs outside of the pb are kinda lacking i think so I'm sorry if this isn't going to be as juicy as the previous hc dump.

Here goes!:

Aunt Arctic has 2 sisters! with her being the middle child.

Sam/Shadow Guy is colorblind, specifically, he has protanopia (literally JUST searched up the term), it means that he can see only shades of blue and yellow (can't perceive the color red).

Not much of a hc but it might be fun to know, in my design for Shadow Guy, if you look closely, you'll see that one of his pupils is whited-out (just an outline). This, and the poof of spiky feathers he has on his head are a nod to him getting zapped by the toaster that gave him his powers (quick note: my clubp lore knowledge doesn't go very far, just fyi)

I've already stated this hc before but I might aswell also mention it here, Amy/Gamma Gal is a cane user! Never stops her from kicking ass though!

This one has something to do ab my design for the character again: Agent(PR) uses hair gel to style the feathers on their head. They try to make them as neat and cool-agent-looking as possible, but they always end up looking silly and dopey. Same applies to Agent in the normal club penguin universe, but they're more successful in their attempts. Ig that's how I differentiate them,personality wise, PR Agent ends up more towards the silly side while ClubP Agent ends up on a lil more towards the serious-ish one, if that makes any sense.

Idk much about Dj Maxx but I roll with the idea that he's a ghost. He and Dj Cadence are roommates (no, you may NOT quote the vine)! Though Cadence is the only one who leaves the igloo, Maxx just kinda chills in there. No one knows about his existence there except for Cadence, the PB and maybe other ghosts like Skip.

Speaking of Skip the Bellhop, bro HATES the sunlight. Whenever he hangs out with Jeff (SKEFF IS REAAAAL) during the summer, he has like a victorian ass umbrella with him to protect himself, aswell as some fancy ass shades (dracula fuckin ass).

The Penguin Band all live in the same igloo (you may now quote the vine)!

I was going to save this for a possible future post but Stompin' Bob has a lotta siblings. 1 older sister and 2 younger twins (boy and girl).

I think that's going to be it for today, I don't wanna overdo myself and explode cuz I've never rlly rambled like this online.

Hope u guys liked it!

[mformarsala]

ok long-ish post with my thoughts on how tbb might end

Kinda of a fixed point we have is that Hemlock's research should be successful to a certain degree and lay foundation for cloning Palpatine.

My understanding is that Omega's blood function as a medium, substrate that allows to clone force sensitives while maintaining M-count. So you need Omega's blood and someone force sensitive.

Therefore, either Omega stays at the Tantiss (and tbb all die) or she stays just long enough for them to get enough blood (and than gets rescued by tbb)

While tbb casually kills a lot of characters it does not feel in the tone of the series to go the first glum route (and it does not really fit into overall plot).

I think there will be another time skip where they get enough data of Omega before she is rescued and it will serve to explain why after s3 the empire is no longer after Omega or tbb.

Plus partial success would explain why remnants of the empire are after Grogu in the Mandalorian. Say tbb rescues the force sensitive children and Omega, than the empire has enough of Omega's blood but needs more force sensitive children for experiments. And Hemlock is demoted because of the fiasco and it creates the delay till the Mandalorian in the program.

In s1e2 Cut says "You wanna know how to dissapear? Put being a soldier behind you and make a new life for yourself." so it seems likely to me that the ending of tbb is going to be akin the ending of the Mandalorian and they'll settle as farmers somewhere out of the way.

Maybe with the force sensitive kids, maybe they'll offload them onto someone "who can train them".

Emerie is probably going to defect and stay with the kids.

I hope clones imprisoned on Tantiss will be rescued by tbb. Omega keeps bringing it up for a reason, right?

Comandos... Tbb does not seem to be too focused on forcefully removing chips/programming so they'll probably be reassigned to other projects (in assumption that Tantiss closes at the end of tbb) or disposed off screen.

As I'm writing this I'm realizing that i see tbb ending either with a small farm just for tbb and Omega or a big farm for tbb and all the kids accumulated on the way. My money on the small farm though.

There is a possibility I suppose that Omega IS force sensitive and she goes with the other fs kids and tbb goes to live somewhere else.. But like the only thing that suggests that ending is that one line from Ventress. And I think the whole obsession with Omega's blood works differently. It's not confirmed high M-count, it's confirmed high M-count replication.

With how little Echo was in this season it does seem likely that the rumors are true and there will be another animated series. The story of Emerie, comandos, and freed clones might continue there.

Big question of course is the identity of CX-2.

Narratively I think the only option that makes sense is Tech. Plus observations I have seen online regarding speech patterns and fighting moves do seem convincing. However, I do have some reservations here. CX-2 is almost.. too good to be Tech? Absolutely no shade to Tech but he was always part of a team and not a sole operative and focused on technical aspects and his weapon of choice were pistols rather than a rifle. Idk if time skip was enough to retrain him.

CX-2's distorted voice is different from CX's distorted voice. On one hand Tech's voice is different from reg's so it's a point for team Tech. On the other CX's voice sounds nothing like clone's and it was a bit of a reveal in s2 that the operative was a clone so maybe it's neither here nor there.

The second obvious option that comes to mind is Cody. Rampart knows about CX program; a clone that expresses doubts regarding empire is send to a secret reconditioning program and if anyone asks "he went AWOL". I mean it sounds plausible. Plus Cody is usually depicted wielding DC-15 either carbine or rifle so it's perhaps an easier switch to the CX's rifle. Though this season noone is mentioning Cody so it does seem far fetched. Unless face reveal is like the final frame of s3 and is used to pivot into the new series.

[urfavnegronerd]

stars in the sky- phora + jhene aiko

trope: fluff, s/o mick for the idea in my ask box smooches 

sum slight 

warnings: grammarly hates me, reader has trouble sleeping bc i said so (i’ve had so much trouble falling asleep idk why), no use of pronouns but use of mama, ma, n mami, idk how much i like it but im outa slump so yay, lmk if i missed anything

published: august 15, 2023

song lyrics are italicized   

w/c: 1.3k ish

reader is black-coded like always 

stay in the state of the greatest bliss 

Miles’ room was dark. Well, dark-ish. He tried though, pulling the curtains all the way shut, turning off the light in his room and the hallway, but the afternoon sun still gently weaved its way through the fibers of his curtains. 

“What’s the point of this, Miles?” 

“To get you to try and sleep,” 

“It's four in the afternoon,” 

“Naptime,” 

“What?” 

“Just try, mama, okay?”  

You’d never been a good sleeper and usually stayed awake while Miles fell asleep in your arms, that was how it usually went. Even more so when he came to your window late at night after his Prowler duties, those visits mainly consisted of cleaning any wounds or scratches, on occasion giving him stitches, helping him change, and kissing the top of his head when he inevitably dozed off on your chest. You were usually up then anyway, it was a fun addition to your nighttime routine. Miles had only begun to worry about your sleeping patterns when you fell asleep at 9 am while you were over his, watching a telenovela with Mrs. Morales. Gently nudging you awake after the telenovela marathon at about 1 that afternoon, he fell into the pattern of observing your moods. Most of which during the day consisted of you constantly being tired, and yawning, but somehow always getting school work done that assisted in your straight A’s. At first, he assumed that it was just you putting too much pressure on yourself to perform, but when he realized these patterns continued well into school breaks, he started to worry. 

He had started to realize that every time he came to your window after his Prowler work, you were up anyway, reading, writing, drawing, or pretty much any activity you could get your hands on. Again, at first, he thought this was endearing, and went as far as getting puzzles for you after he had interrupted the puzzle on the floor when he gently knocked on your window. And so a much-needed conversation ensued the morning after.

“Ma, I’m worried about you,”  

“For why Miles?” You turn your attention away from the mirror where you’re laying your baby hair down. 

“Ian never seen you sleep,” 

“So?” 

“Do you sleep?” 

“Yeah, I just have some trouble with it is all,” 

“I don’t make you sleepy?” 

“You make me feel safe, comfortable, relaxed, and loved, but no Miles, you don’t make me sleepy,” 

He huffed, falling back onto your duvet. 

“What's wrong papá?” 

“I’m worried about you,” 

“Sueñito, you don’t need to be worried about me,” 

“You fall asleep when most people would be awake starting their days, almost always during the first and second period, mama, that's not normal,” 

“Maybe I’m just sleepy in general,” You were beginning to get defensive then, why did he care if you were tired usually? 

He sighed then, rubbing his eyes and urging himself out of your bed. He didn’t want to fight with you, he never wanted to fight with you, so he had just decided to leave it alone then. However, the very same conversation was repeated about two weeks later. The two of you were walking home, as school had gotten out early that day, and you had slowly begun to slump onto Miles’ shoulder, yawning and rubbing your eyes. 

“Ma?” There was a twinge of concern in his voice, it was barely even noon, is it normal to be this tired? “You okay?”  

“‘m just tired,” You yawn, still clawing at your eyes. 

“It’s 11:45,” 

“So?” 

“Mama,” he knew you were just being stubborn, but he also knew you didn’t want to admit that you had a problem sleeping. You didn’t like to ask for help, you tried to get things right on your own, and you usually did. “Be honest.” 

“Fine,” you forced out, shame tugging at your cheeks, and Miles knew exactly what you meant by that

“Thank you,”  

And so, the two of you were here, in this moment. 

“Please? Just try for me,” 

You huff plopping onto his mattress. 

“Now what?” 

“We wait,” 

“Oh, joy,”

whenever i’m in your atmosphere  

The two of you had been lying, in the dark, for about an hour and a half. Naturally, the sun was slowly beginning to set, hence dimming the light in his room. 

At this point, you were fighting sleep. It’s not like you didn’t feel exhausted all the fucking time, it’s that you had this mental block in your head. It’s like when you’re so tired but you can’t manage to fall asleep, like someone is forcing your eyes open. It’s hell, and it frustrates you, makes you want to scream and cry and essentially just throw a tantrum. Not that you’d ever admit it, but you feel so powerless, so out of control. A sigh mixed with anger, frustration, and disappointment breezes through your lips as you press the heels of your palms into your eyes. 

“Uh uh ma, don’t do that,” he whispers, gently pushing your hands away from your eyes. “What’s wrong?” 

“This isn’t working,” you whine. “I turn seventeen in a year and I can’t even sleep right,” 

“Hey hey hey, it’s not that serious,” 

“I’m so tired, Miles,” you mumble, tears poking at your eyes. 

“Amor, I know it’s frustrating, okay? I know how much you love to be in control and I get that, but this is so bad for you,” 

“I know,” 

“So can we try? Just one more time?” 

“Yeah,” 

“Do you want like, some kind of noise?” 

“Can you just talk?” 

“Yeah. I can do that,” 

And he does. He talks about anything and everything, all while staring at you, your body pressed against him, your face angled upwards at him. Your full lips slightly parted in a little ‘o’ as your big brown eyes ogle up at him. To a lot of people, everything he’s saying would seem pretty mundane, but the way his voice soothes you is something different. His voice is calm, cool, and collected, his nuyo accent ever so prominent. 

You’re not sure just how much time passes until you slowly begin to get groggy, your eyes heavy. Miles, obviously, takes notice and brings his voice down to a whisper. 

“Dad woulda been so happy I met you, ma,” 

Your movements are thick as syrup, you nod, trying to open your eyes more so he knows that he has your full attention. 

“No no no, don’t do that,” he whispers, running a hand over your eyes, forcing them to droop lazily once again. 

“Jus wan’ you to know ‘m listening” you slur, languidly clutching his wrist. The point of this action? You didn’t know, but you held onto him anyway. 

“You’re always listening, Ian gotta worry bout that.” He mumbles, softly stroking your cheeks with the pads of his thumbs. His hands are calloused and rough, but they’re always soft and gentle, making sure to love every curve of you. As your eyes begin to wilt close, he delicately traces your cupid bow, in response to which your lightly freckle-kissed nose scrunches, your brows tightly knitting themselves together. With a quiet laugh, he gently runs his fingers over your eyebrows, desperately trying to relax your face, to which you hum tiredly in response. 

“Kiss?” 

“Mmmm,” you groan, fatigue finally catching up to you, in affirmation. Taking the hint, he kisses you- your cheeks, chin, jaw, everywhere– peppering light butterfly kisses all over your face. Gently, you sigh and fully close your eyes, your head relaxing into the pillow. Smiling, he brushes gentle kisses onto both of your eyelids and then your nose. Cradling your head into his chest he kisses the bonnet covering your hair, inhaling the scent of hair product and oil, the scent of you, something he adored in a way that words couldn’t describe. 

“Sleep, princesa.”

i’m so glad that i got you, you’re my dream come true <3

a/n: everyone say thank u mick @lunarfleur

taglist: @hiimayee @masaidabest @lunarfleur @zo3ez @miguellover6969 @heyimveejoyner@yahoo.com (idk if this person is on tumblr or not but hey!) @nagi3seastorm @kombuuuu

reblogs are always appreciated for reach <3

xoxo,

rae <3

p.s. taglist form in my masterlist as well as my spam lmao

[clarabowmp3]

It's cool, u can be a fan of this joebless man, whatever but from reading everyone's pov, joes shady ish is stunk up the joint. Dude ain't relevant no mo so again why is he checking for tayvis. Like whats no clicking? Why go to a bathhouse to talk ish about ur ex if u didn't want to be overheard!! He did that cuz he wanted the smoke so this work he will get!

I will further wager taylor hasn't thought about the man since you are losing me dropped. She found joe boring, and prisonlike to the point she wanted out. Most swifties have moved on from him. Like frfr. And noone is hating on him cuz there's nothing to hate fr.

He's a terrible actor, boring and that's that. It's just interesting that he acts all resentful of taylor for 7 plus years and suddenly is everywhere. That contrast is jarring is all, but most swifties don't care and want him gone from tje Taylor universe overall. Hell taylor wanted him gone by the end too

anon how can you say “noone is hating on him cuz there's nothing to hate fr” then say “he’s a terrible actor, boring” in the same breath 😭😭😭 also u calling him joebless is so telling. If you don’t hate him, why the derogatory nickname? Why the insults?? Your other ask was way worse too so why are you trying to act all innocent now lmao

I’m not rlly a fan of joe, I’ve only hear bits and pieces about some of his projects and never watched any of them. I just don’t like how swifties bully certain people whether or not taylor encourages it. Think olivia rodrigo, billie eilish, the ginny and georgia cast. And if I had to ‘be a fan’ of someone, I’d rather it be an unproblematic man than her these days.

and idk what else to say but maybe you really need to get offline for a while. Yes it is possible that joe set this all up intentionally but we have no reason to think so based on the little we know. We do have reason to think it was truly an accident: notoriously private, posted abt Gaza when everyone was stalking his ig stories post break up, waited for the heat to die down for over a year before addressing it in an interview in a very mature and polite manner -> he seems to want to move past this break up thing as much as you appear to.

Also how has he everrr appeared resentful of taylor in their 7 years of dating?? Give facts please instead of delusional fictional narratives/speculation. Put some respect on one of my fav scenes of Miss Americana!!

as for him suddenly being everywhere, it’s almost like breaking up with one of the most famous artists in the world will thrust you into the spotlight. What a wild concept. I also think his career started taking off a little more around that time cuz he had quite a few projects lined up, which is also probably why he’s more in the press nowadays.

[mwagneto]

sherlock & co. review from an insane person (me) coz this is like. the 25th? sherlock adaptation i've checked out so ofc i have opinions on everything ever. and ik ppl who work on indie podcasts browse tumblr sometimes so just in case you work on this DON'T click keep reading, this post is not for youuu shoo. thanks x

ok so far it's like. fine? which is lowkey sad coz i wish it was smtg i really liked but it hasn't gripped me yet which is a shame but yknow. early days. i'm giving it time since it's only 15 episodes so far

my main issue is like. i really wish it wasn't so obviously influenced by bbc but it just so clearly is which is a shaaame like it's better than bbc in every aspect but yknow. not a high bar to clear. like it kinda feels like they liked a lot of things abt bbc and set out to fix the bad parts (h&w friendship being nonexistent, the mysteries being shit) but just kept the rest? in some places keeping things that were invented by bbc which is. baffling tbh

i'm not really picky when it comes to h&w personalities like i think it's fine to just do whatever you want w them, i think it's really fun when an adaptation gives them different personalities than what you're used to but, and this is where it feels far too bbc-ish for comfort, i just don't like it when sherlock is a cunt for no reason? like. he's not a mean person he's only mean in bbc coz moffat thought house md was cool and ripped it off. can we stop making him mean pleeeease 😭 he's just some guy..................

h&w relationship wise it's like... ok so i tend to go into adaptations with a fully clean slate so like i never let my general attachment to them influence how i view them in specific adaptations, the work itself needs to sell me on both the characters and the relationship and like... here neither of those really happened yet which makes me sad coz i think by now it should've but i'm giving it time. at least they're friends and i like that watson is useful for cases/knows things holmes doesn't sometimes coz thats like. such an essential element to sh stories for me and a loooottt of adaptations tend to just completely forget it so that's a win but idk if anything they're too tame? like i dont expect a romance but they can't just be casual friends they need to be bat shit crazy about each other. to me. but like maybe that'll develop over the rest of the podcast we'll see

kinda related to that point but case-wise i think holmes is a bit too ahead of everyone else sometimes which isn't inherently a problem but it does once again smell of bbc which like. noone should ever emulate moffat writing don't do that 🙏 god bles. but i've been able to solve every case along with/before the mcs which is like. thee point of mystery stories for me so yea i really like the stories themselves so far, especially the way they manage to make them solvable even without visuals or narration. OH and i almost forgot but i rly like the soundtrack, i love it when sh soundtracks have a heavy emphasis on violins coz. yknow

howeverr i am on my hands and knees begging them not to give watson a girlfriend tho like please oh myfffucking god . obvs watsonlock doesn't usually factor into my enjoyment of adaptations given that like. y'know. out of the hundreds out there theres only two where either of them is even gay so it's not something i expect nor require but like. to me it is essential that these two ppl are insane abt each other and don't really have anyone else, definitely noone important. like even the rdj movies got this despite ritchie's obsession w the 2 men 1 woman dynamic so idk why i'm constantly having to wage a war against random unnecessary romances for either watson or, god forbid, holmes. when the only interesting relationship either of these men have is with each other. that one granada holmes quote about them choosing not to include mary coz holmes and watson dont need anyone else etc etc. like i seriously dislike it when they introduce anyone else like cmonnnnnn thog dont care

anyway tldr. i guess if asked to pick a short description i'd say. promising? i hope it's gonna be good in the long run. the way they do mysteries is already something i like so. i hope they keep that up and i hope the h&w relationship evolves into something i enjoy coz so far i'm like. i can see the bones of smtg i'll potentially like but it's not there yet. but also like. this is an indie production i'm listening to for free so ion wanna rip into it these are mainly just what i liked/disliked based on the preferences i developed with this one quick trick (grow up completely insane abt sherlock holmes -> consume every adaptation that you can get your paws on -> no profit)

[rweoutofthewoods]

Hey Mere, just curious about atoitv. Since it’s April is it going back to its original posting schedule, or is that changing. Just wondering because you seem to be a super human and are currently working on like 9 different stories 😂

Eoitv?? YES ITS BACK TOMORROW (today? It’s 2am… ANYWAY I mean Friday)!! I keep my word 🙏 I was literally just working out my wonderful beta’s edits for this chap. Idk if I’ll continue with every other week updates or every week but honestly PROBABLY every other Friday bc I’m mainly working on the assassin fic rn and school and stuff so don’t wanna burn out as I tend to do. But it will be updated prob noon ish EST time tmr 🫶🫶

[random-doctor-on-the-internet]

Ok. So, well, @weirdly-specific-but-ok , I promised you a mafia story for helping my friend. You helped my friend, you'll get a story.

Sorry, I didn't read it again before posting so it's entirely my fault if there are English mistakes. Fuck la grammaire.

I have no idea about what to write so don't expect high quality. Not that you're used to a higher level. Anyways, buckle your seatbelt, open a red bull can (you'll need it), and get ready for

Pulls sunglasses out of nowhere because that is the only thing I can do at this point.

The Bagel Story

(please notice the effort put into the title. I'm too tired to put any effort elsewhere so you can stop here)

Ok, so it all begins in Ukraine (before the war). At the time, I'm kind of free (compared to later. Long story) and spend most of my days exploring the town where I live. It's a nice town. Lots of abandoned buildings. Tom Sawyer-ish vibes, if Tom Sawyer lived in a tough neighborhood from Detroit.

So, this time, I decided to take pictures of one hundred broken windows in a day (little me had weird occupations), and start wandering until it was, what, 4 pm? At some point, I bought bagels. They aren't useful on this story, they're just here for the title.

So I'm kinda lost in an empty street, and the smartest thing I think about is going into the abandoned buildings, hoping to find someone who will help me.

I don't, and spend like an hour looking for someone (who's not drunk/ high/ having more important business than helping a six year old). Noone. I try anyway. At some point, I hear people in a building. Desperate, I enter the building by the window and walk through a corridor, to arrive in a room with actual people. Well, I didn't see, since they were all wearing masks.

And this when shit gets complicated.

To give you a picture of the situation, I've just walked in a room full of masked people who were singing a song in a language I barely know (idk what it was, I assumed it was Ukrainian but don't remember enough to analyze it with my old brain). These people look at me like I was Jesus reincarnated. I look at them like they were all multiverse versions of Jesus wearing wedding dresses.

At this point, there are too many Jesuses in the story and God abandons us.

They point at me and start screaming in Ukrainian (this time, I'm sure it's Ukrainian. But I didn't speak any of it when the story happened so it just sounds like alien metal music for me). I..uh…I smile, yell “no hablo Espanol” with a Hungarian accent and run away. I don't know why.

I mean, I don't know why I yelled in Spanish. Running away was a perfectly calculated decision.

So I'm running. I don't even look to see if they kept singing in their lair, undisturbed, or if there are actually nine masked people in white robes running after me in the streets. I ran to save my life. It's night. I'm still running. I'm tired. I stop. And then, I hear a growl.

I look behind me. Nothing. I look left, then right, nothing. I start walking again, and bam! Sinistros jumpscare.

(For those who are wondering what happened, a giant dog randomly appears in front of me.)

I mobilize all my mental powers and start running. Again. The dog follows me. Did I tell you that I was tired?

Anyways, I run for my guts for the second time in an hour, wahoo. At some point, I throw the bagels at EvilPadfoot 2.0. That doesn't have any effect. I run. I look behind me to see if I have a chance of survival. And pathetically fall in the sewers (Google translate, not sure about the word. Stinky tubes.). At some point, the monster abandons and I miserably find my way home.

That was the last time I got to walk alone outside my house.

Here you go. Is that worth anything? I don't know. But I'm too tired to write another one. Thanks for at least reading it.

[specialagentsoftie]

Home for the New Year | s.b.

Pairing: Sylvie Brett x Fem!Reader Requested: nopee jk yes kinda? Warnings: mentions death, previous bad relationship, angst Word count: 2.9k ish A/N: idk if anyone reads for Sylvie anymore but i had this written for ages (like... last new years) so might as well post it.

The flood of emotions hit Sylvie like a truck the second she got back to the firehouse. Her tears were uncontrollable as they streamed down her cheeks. Running into the bathroom, she splashed cold water on her face to try and calm down.

She slumped back against the lockers in the changing room and let herself slide to the ground. The cold floor drove a chill up her spine. Her face was buried in her arms as the tragic events of the morning ran through her head.

The paramedic was in shock. The adrenaline was wearing off and what was left was only devastation. She knew she couldn’t save everyone, but she really thought she could save this one.

He was just 7 years old, a kid. He was somebody’s baby and they couldn’t help him.

The rest of the firehouse could tell how bad the shift was by the way the paramedics carried themselves out of their ambulance. There was an air of sadness around them, the kind of aura that could only mean a particularly devastating call.

Typically the she would have called you by now, but as much as she wanted to, she couldn’t.

She had no right to come running into your arms whenever she was sad, or hurt, or scared because you and Sylvie had been broken up for a few weeks. It felt like years, but things were different these days and you weren’t hers, not anymore.

Your impending departure had meant for an inevitable end to your relationship, but you had to go.

You had to go for the career you spent a better half of your life pursuing. There wasn’t anyone else who could do what you did and Sylvie didn’t want you to choose her over your job because there wasn’t a choice to be made. You worked so hard for it.

The two of you talked about long distance because what you had with Sylvie shouldn’t have to end, not like this… but she’d gone through the time differences and the conficting schedules before and it was hard. It was harder than anything she’d ever done.

As much as you loved each other, Sylvie wasn’t sure she could survive another round of that, only for it to end exactly like it would if everything just stopped now. That’s what happened last time, so who’s to say history wouldn’t repeat itself?

They called you at noon, after she'd been in the bathroom for half an hour already. Sev and Stella had both been giving you updates on how Sylvie was doing and you were more then grateful for it. Sylvie was the most resilient, capable person you knew, but you also knew her better than anyone.

You knew how she was when things got tough, not wanting to burden others with her problems. You also knew that she wasn’t going to tell you how much she was hurting, not after the breakup. Even so, she had friends and people who loved her at 51.

They were there for her when she needed it, but at her breaking point, what she needed was you.

“Hey, sunshine. You ok? ”

Sylvie’s eyes widened at the sound of your voice, her head snapped up and there was a wild look on her face as she looked around the room for you.

Hearing you use her nickname hurt more than she thought it would, but when she saw you standing there, leaning against the doorframe... Your arms were crossed and your head tilted with concern, it was almost enough to make her forget you were even broken up.

“Shoot, Y/N.” Sylvie stammered, standing up quickly and rubbing the tears from her face. She didn’t want you to see her like this. "What are you doing here?"

She had to take a deep breath to steel herself from the effect you had on her. It didn’t work. It never worked. You always broke through her walls and defenses.

“Kelly called me. He was worried about you, Syl.”

“I— He shouldn’t have done that, I’m so sorry for making you come down here and fuss over me.” Sylvie clasps her hands together to stop their shaking and it doesn’t go unnoticed by you. "I know you’re busy, you can go back to work. I’m fine."

“Everything is fine,” she mumbles, and it was almost like she was trying to convince herself of that instead of you.

“Syl…” Your voice was quiet as you took a step towards the blonde. She looked so small against and it broke your heart.

The closer you got to Sylvie, the harder it became for her to maintain her brave face. She wanted so badly to just fall into your arms and cry for the next 10 minutes. She wanted you to hold her like you always did and everything would be ok.

She could hardly breathe when you stop right in front of her and time stood still.

"Breathe," you whispered as you took her hands, pulling them apart and squeezing them with your own. Sylvie took such a shaky breath that it might as well been a gasp for air.

“Sweetheart, why didn't you call me?”

“You know why. I wanted to, but—” You watched as Sylvie dropped her head and avoided your gaze, stray strands of blonde hair falling in front of her face. One of your hands leaves hers to tuck them back behind her ear.

“Look at me, Sylvie.” Your hand returns back to your ex-girlfriend’s hands and you give them gentle tug. "Look at me.”

She does reluctantly, and you can’t help but admire how gorgeous she looked. Her eyes were rimmed with red, brows furrowed, a frown on her face, and just as beautiful as she was the day you first met.

“You can always come to me, always. Even if we’re not together anymore, if you need me, I’m here. That’s never going to change, ok?"

“I can’t do this anymore… being without you,” Sylvie admitted, her lip quivering as she spoke. Her eyes were glassy and you could tell that she was mere seconds from falling apart.

“Oh sweetheart, it’s ok,” you coo as you pulled her into your arms, her face burrowing into your neck. You feel her shake her head against you and tears began to wet your shirt. Things didn’t feel ok.

“We’ll be ok.” You’re peppering kisses to the side of Sylvie’s head as you held her, gently running your fingers through her soft hair.

“You still want to be with me?” Her voice was quiet, and weak. You knew how tired she was.

Sure, she was physically tired, but the turbulent relationships of her past had taken so much of her. Sylvie was beginning to think that she wasn’t cut out for love… and then she met you.

You, who grounded her and made her feel steady. You, the only one she had ever been sure of, but she wasn’t so sure anymore. Maybe you didn’t love her like you used to.

The little voice in the back of her head was telling her that she couldn’t handle this kind of life, it was telling her that she was nothing without him — just like he’d said so many times before. It had been years since she left him and he couldn’t have been more wrong, but sometimes Sylvie fell into old habits. She was so strong, but everyone needs someone.

She usually had you to chase the intrusive thoughts away.

“Of course I do, sweetheart. Hey…” you murmured, lifting her chin so she’d look at you again. “I’m not him."

“I— I know, but… you don’t think I’m being crazy?” she stammered. “You don’t think I’m—"

“No, love. No, you’re not being crazy at all. I miss you too. I miss you so much that it hurts.”

“Really?”

“Really… I know long distance is hard— “

“Y/N…” Before she got another word out, your hands are cupping Sylvie’s face and pressing your lips to hers. You feel her tears on your cheeks as she moved impossibly closer to you.

“Hey...I love you so, so much. I really think we can do this,” you murmured as your forehead rested against hers. "We belong together." Sylvie nods ever so slightly, her eyes closed as she took deep breaths.

Before you broke apart to let the paramedic get back to work, you’re whispering in her hair. “I’m gonna come back to you. I promise.”

You and Sylvie made long distance work for three months before the holidays rolled around. Despite the many weeks of missed calls and conflicting schedules, you always tried to make time for your girl.

The blonde kept up a cheerful facade during work, making sure her personal life wasn’t getting in the way, but her weary sighs at the end of every shift… They meant she was going home to an empty apartment. Again.

The worst of it was learning that you weren’t going to make it home for Christmas. That in itself was utterly devastating for Sylvie. The holidays were the one thing she was looking forward to because she thought it meant she could see you. She offered to come fly out, but you were going to be so busy that it would be a wasted trip.

The news that you weren’t going to make it for New Year’s either was… just great. How much more could she take?

It hurt when every suggestion she made to visit was shot down by you, and Sylvie was beginning to wonder if it was even worth it.

What if the stars didn't align? What if they were never going to?

Little did she know, it was all because you had spent the last two months figuring out a way to come back to her.

After many meetings, phone calls, pitches, and business dinners, you were coming home. Starting January 10th, you would be the new liaison officer for both your district and another — headquartered in Chicago.

The plan was for Sylvie to spend Christmas and the New Year with her firehouse family this year. Typically, the two of you would cuddle up in front of the fireplace for a cozy night in, but you weren’t going to be able to make it back in time, no matter how hard you tried and you didn’t want your girlfriend to spend the day by herself.

That’s what you told her, at least.

All of 51 banded together to make this holiday season special at Molly's, but it was devastating for Sylvie that you weren’t going to be a part of it. It wouldn’t be the same. Nevertheless, she tried to enjoy the party as best she could. At least she was around people she loved and who loved her too.

They all did a wonderful job at keeping your secret and Sylvie was none the wiser. Everything was falling into place perfectly.

Although she was going to return home alone that night, it made her heart lighter knowing that in a few days, she’d be in your arms.

At 11 pm on New Years Eve, after another party at Molly's, Sylvie unlocked her front door with a groan and stumbled inside. I am so exhausted, she thought to herself. Why the hell did I stay the entire time…

She almost didn’t see the object on her kitchen table that wasn’t there when she left for the bar a few hours earlier.

A chill shot through her spine as she walked closer to the table and she realized it was a package. A package from you.

Sylvie couldn’t stop her hands from trembling as she picked up the box, tearing up as she saw her name scribbled in the corner. The handwriting was yours, she’d recognize it anywhere.

Her heart pounded as she tore the delicate wrapping paper off of the package, the anticipation almost too much to bear.

Underneath was a box and a white business card resting on top of it, a golden ribbon tying everything together.

It took all of Sylvie’s control to undo the bow and hold the card steady enough to read the tiny text. There was your name, your district, and your position, but in the corner were two words that made her gasp out loud.

Chicago, Illinois

You were coming home.

A strangled sob escaped Sylvie’s lips as she let her head fall back to stare at the ceiling for a moment, taking everything in. This was all she wanted this year. She wanted you back, back where you belong.

There were tears pricking her eyes, but with a deep, shaky inhale, she pulled herself together enough to get through the rest of your gift.

The cream colored velvet box was all that was left. The gold lettering sparkled on the lid as Sylvie read what it said, running her fingers over the soft material.

Loving you is a wonderful way to spend a lifetime…

Her heart lurched at the words as she thought about you spending the holidays alone, in a new city. She missed you more than anything.

As Sylvie carefully removed the lid, her eyes widened upon seeing what was inside. It was a key. Her brow furrowed as the confusion set in — it couldn’t be a key to your apartment. You moved out of that apartment, she even helped you pack up your things.

“Wha—?” she whispered to herself, but a quiet voice from behind interrupted her thoughts.

“Move in with me.”

The world stood still. She knew that voice. The blonde gripped the box in her hand impossibly tight, worried she would drop everything in shock. She turned on her heels to see you standing at her doorway with a huge smile on your face. Not a moment later, she was running into your waiting arms.

“Y/N, what are you doing here?” Sylvie choked out as she pulled away to look at you again. She had to make sure you were real and she wasn’t dreaming. “I thought you said you couldn’t make it.”

“I had to surprise you, didn’t I?” You’re laughing as she squeezed you as hard as she could. Her jewelry was digging into your skin, but you didn’t care. “I missed you.”

“You’re here,” she mumbled, her voice muffled by your shirt.

"So? What do you say, Sylvie Brett? Will you move in with me?”

“I— Wait, where? What? You— “ Sylvie shook her head, trying to clear her jumbled thoughts. It brings a smile to your face and a chuckle falls from your lips. “You have a new place? Already? Since when?”

“Well… I was hoping it would be our new place. And as for when… it’s been a couple weeks in the making… 5 to be exact.”

“That was over a month ago, Y/N!” Sylvie gasped, not sure if she should be concerned or shocked as to why you didn’t tell her.

“I know, and I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you, but it had to be a surprise. Plus, it's really damn hard to get a house these days. Let’s just say I was very determined to get this place in particular.”

You pulled something out of your pocket and handed it to your girlfriend.

“Wait, what is this?”

Sylvie stared at the key in her hand and then at the photo you just gave her. It was the house.

You had bought the house that Sylvie had fallen in love with on the outskirts of Chicago. She knew she loved it the second she saw it on the way to work one day, many years ago. You never forgot.

It was the house she’d always dreamed of having — one that was close enough to her job, cozy, and with a huge yard for kids or dogs. The two of you would often take the long way just to admire it before work.

Just when Sylvie thought she couldn’t love you any more than she already did, you always seemed to make her fall even harder.

Her hands were trembling as the reality of your surprise settled in and her eyes shined as she looked back up at you.

She just couldn’t believe what was happening. She couldn’t believe you were home and she definitely couldn’t believe that you had this big surprise all planned out for weeks. It was just like you, though, to completely change her life like this, again.

“So I take it that’s a yes?”

“Yes! Oh my god, I— yes. Sorry, I’m babbling,” Sylvie blushed as she let out a teary laugh. “I just love you so damn much Y/N Y/L/N."

“I love you more,” you cheesed, knowing that your plan had worked perfectly.

As the clock struck midnight, with Sylvie’s lips pressed against yours, everything was as it should be for the first time in months.

You told her you’d come back to her, and you did.

The rest of the night was one of the happiest you’d had in a very long time. You and Syl curled up together on the couch, catching up on your favorite shows and the episodes you’d missed while you were away.

“Hey… Y/N?”

“Yeah, babe?” you mused as your attention was pulled away from the TV.

”How did you break into my apartment?”

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