#let's start a meme I'll go first (tomorrow)

[but-the-library-of-alexandria]

I'm starting a new tumblr trend called Standup

it's where you write a standup set but instead of performing it irl (the hard part) you just post it on tumblr in text format and the audience (your followers) respond by reblogging it with gifs of people laughing

[boiohboii]

What's a soft launch? (Lando Norris x Leclerc! Reader)

YN Leclerc is dating Lando Norris in secret, and they had been keeping it really quite for the past 9 months, but unfortunately she is dating an idiot who forgot to close his stream.

or

in which YN Leclerc and Lando Norris make everyone watching his stream need to bleach their eyes.

N.B: this is something for fun and has no relation to real life people. Also, I'll be doing a sm fic based on this cause a meme picture is what started this for me.

WARNING: suggestive, no actual smut. Making out. PDA cause lando forgot to close his stream. Mentions of breast, nipple and bra. French not used properly?... if i missed anything else let me know!

Sighing, Lando stretched his back while calling for his girlfriend- letting her know that it's okay to come in.

"Hey handsome."

username: is that who I think it is!

username: ARIANA WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE

username: someone call 911 lando no rizz pulled YN Leclerc

username: I want yn to call me handsome too

Unaware of the fast chat the couple smiled at each other as YN sat on Lando's lap, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, wrists staying still at the nape of his neck while her fingers play with the soft curls of his hair.

"Hello ma chérie."

And that's all the older boy got to say as the young girl latched her lips onto his, tightening her grip around his neck while his arms rest at her hips, squeezing them as he lifts her up a bit trying to reach as much of her as possible.

username: AY YOOOOOO someone tell my man he is live and we can see that

username: THE GRIP HE HAS ON MY GIRL

username: ooofffff, Lando's funeral is gonna be tomorrow my dudes

username: F in the chat for lando

username: F in the chat for charles, he having a heart attack rn

username: my girl gonna wake up with bruises

Breaking away to catch their breath Lando's hand caressed her hips, moving until they rested on her ass

"Ohhhh, okay, are we going there."

"I don't know gorgeous, are we?"

Shifting around in the chair, Lano placed his back to the arm of the chair moving YN in front of him- unknowingly, making the viewers have a perfect view of their interlocking lips which were quickly followed by a gasp from YN as Lando pressed his hips into hers- thus allowing a perfect entrance of his tongue into her mouth.

username: OKAY THIS IS A FULL MAKE OUT SESSION.

username: LANDO IS DYING AT 25 MY DUDES

username: FFS SOMEONE CALL THEM OR SEND A SUB OR SOMETHING, WE DON'T WANT LANDO TO DIE

username: Holy shit, YN have mercy on your brothers

username: how to be Lando rn

username: THIS FEELS SO WRONG, THEY LITERALY HAVE THEIR TONGUES DOWN EACH OTHER'S THROATS

username: please lord, let Lando still be able to have kids after seeing the Leclerc brothers

Being interrupted by her ringtone did not deter the couple from their steamy activity, in fact it was like they didn't even hear it as Lando's right hand slipped into the girl's shirt roaming around her stomach as it rested in her breast.

Another ringtone...... Lando's left hand made its way to her bra's clasp, opening it with swiftness that made it evident it had not been the first time he had done that.

The way their tongues moved and their arms explored places they were already familiar with only comes with expirence. A lot of experience.

As the ringtone got repeated for the third time, Lando decided to slow down, removing his lips from hers while his right hand pushed her bra downward a bit, making him feel her hard nipple under his fingertips.

Moving her left arm from around his neck while balancing herself with her right arm, YN reached into her back pocket getting her phone out.

"Oh, it's Danny"

The cheerful voice of the girl filles the room

username: of thank god!

username: FINALLY

username: Lando, you will be missed

username: this has been the hottest thing I have ever seen in my life

username: I wasn't even doing anything and I'm out of breath

Answering the phone YN couldn't even get a word out before Daniel is screaming into her ear

"IT'S LIVE! YOU'RE FUCKING LIVE."

Snapping her head towards her boyfriend's set up, she quickly balanced the phone in between her ear and her shoulder while removing his hand from under her shirt, tipping as she attempted to close the live while holding her bra in place as much as possible.

"What? What's wrong?" Upon seeing his girlfriend's frantic behaviour Lando became alert, worried something might be wrong.

"YOU DIDN'T CLOSE THE LIVE!"

"WHAT!!"

In a hurry to get up from his position and close the stream he tripped over his own feet just as his hands reached the desk, and as an attempt to save himself from the fall he gripped the first thing within his reach- his keyboard and his mic- making them fall right on his head.

The sudden scream of Lando's and the quite comical fall (in YN's opinion) made her forget about the older man on her phone and about the entire issue. The only thing she did was double over in laughter that within seconds turned into a sound similar to that of a car's windshield wiper.

"Oh, I'm glad my pain is amusing you."

username: this is the best stream of my entire fucking life man

username: I have no idea what is going on, but I love it

username: this is hilarious.

SOCIAL MEDIA REACTIONS

THE BROTHERS' REACTIONS

THE FAMILY DINNER

[collecting-dustbunnies]

Obey Me Nightbringer Theory Time: MC is an Unreliable Narrator

Part 1: MC is an Unreliable Narrator | Part 2: A Clash of Ideals

What if the MC knows more than they are letting on? What if the MC's motives is different from ours, as the player?

(Disclaimer: Long post. Different from my meme content. Contains spoilers for all of NB and OG content. Also I may wake up tomorrow and cringe at this, but hopefully you can enjoy my delirium?)

OG = Obey Me Original

NB = Obey Me Nightbringer

It all starts from the beginning

We can see traces of this from when we first launch the game, with MC's first text messages with Nightbringer. And I'm not talking about the messages that we saw when the game first launched, but the new re-write of those same messages. You can compare the differences between the old texts and the new texts on @impish-ivy 's post here (thank you for allowing me to discuss it here). I'll include some of their screenshots as reference.

Let's take a look at the new version of the text exchange. Now, I don't know about you, but I have no idea what Nightbringer is talking about. But Sheep-chan apparently does! If MC answers that they think they understand what he's talking about, they get to keep their memories when they get sent to the past. But if MC says they don't have a clue? The game assumes that they have lost their memories. This seems like a strong indicator that MC knows something that we, as the player, do not know about Nightbringer and their powers. This exchange is very different from how things played out in the original version of these text messages where:

Yes I know them. Really well, actually = MC has their memories.

I don't know who they are = MC has no memories.

[The official reason for this change was "to make the game more enjoyable for new players", but I don't buy that. In the original version, it was quite clear which option you had to pick to signal to the game that you have not played OG. While in this version, it's way more convoluted, since the player will have no idea what Nightbringer is actually talking about. It just causes people who have played OG to accidentally signal to the game that they haven't. Why change the text to be even more confusing, when the original version would have sufficed for newer players?]

Now let's follow this line of thought for a moment. Nightbringer states that the MC has received "a second chance at a fated meeting", and MC has to answer that they think they know what this means if they want to keep their memories during the time jump. If they don't, then Nightbringer assumes that they have lost their memories.

Which leads me to believe that Sheep-chan is not entirely an innocent victim who was unwittingly sent to the past. Instead, they were a willing participant of the time jump. Maybe they have some understanding on how Nightbringer's powers worked and wanted to meet the brothers again. Maybe they too were curious to see what their ideal world looked like. With this idea in mind, let's re-evaluate everything MC has said and done in NB.

MC's interactions with Nightbringer (and Michael, I guess)

After the intro, the next time MC directly interacts with Nightbringer is in Lesson 12 of NB, where they get sent into a coma after breaking the rules at the Fountain of Knowledge. Let's look at what he says here for a moment.

The first thing Nightbringer asks MC is what they think of this world, a rather unusual thing to ask someone who is kinda sorta dying. If MC says they want to go home, Nightbringer expresses some confusion as to whether the brothers of this world are not to MC's liking. It makes sense for him to be confused here, since he sent MC to this timeline under the impression that they would like this world (or at least, view this world as a stepping stone to reach their "place of joy").

(Then again, if MC responds that they are enjoying this world, Nightbringer is even more perplexed that they can remain upbeat in such a precarious situation. But knowing what canon Sheep-chan is like, why is this surprising?)

After this, he explains that his motive is to lead MC to a place that will "bring [them] joy like no other". This fits what he had said in the beginning of the game:

"Shall I take you someplace you will be happy? Somewhere that will bring you more joy than any other."

"A world you desire, and where you will be desired."

- Nightbringer, intro text message

He then goes on to emphasise that both he and MC want the same thing. He comments on how MC has done a splendid job getting closer to Lucifer and his brothers. This is where I feel that Nightbringer was never MC's enemy, as both parties have similar goals, and they need each other to some extent. MC needed Nightbringer and other mysterious forces to set the gears in motion so that MC can become closer to the brothers, forge pacts with them, and reach their "ideal" world. Nightbringer wants to bring MC to this place of happiness, and he sees MC forming pacts with the brothers as the way to get there. In this case, Nightbringer is a co-conspirator here.

This idea then gets brought up again when MC sees Michael in Lesson 13, when he saves MC from their coma. He warns MC that the Celestial Realm would be less willing to tolerate their behaviour if they ally themselves with Nightbringer (which, is exactly what MC has been doing so far). Is Michael afraid of the MC trying to forge their ideal world together with Nightbringer? Or is he afraid that MC is getting tricked by Nightbringer?

This also explains why Nightbringer never interacted with MC again after this incident. Everything MC had done in NB was what Nightbringer had wanted as well. Nightbringer didn't need to intervene because everything was going according to his plan.

Comparison of MC's actions in OG vs NB

When we consider the fact that MC may have actually wanted to go back to the past and meet the brothers again, a lot of their actions (and even their inaction) makes more sense. When Solomon tells them they need to make the pacts to get back to their own time, MC is in no rush to obtain these pacts. In fact, they don't even think about making those pacts until Season 2 when they are faced with an ultimatum to make those pacts, which is, they have to forge the pacts before MC and Solomon lose their connection to their original time. This is different from the usual behaviour in OG, where they were extremely motivated to make a pact with every brother from Beelzebub -> Asmo -> Satan and employed help from multiple people to acheive this goal. They even took the initiative to ask Lucifer for a pact on the day before they left the Devildom, when they had no reason to do so.

This is very different from how Season 2 of NB played out, as MC simply waited around until each brother went beserk (in the case of Mammon, Asmo and Satan) before they even thought about proposing the pact. In Lucifer's case, even though MC (after much prompting) spoke up about needing to go back to their home, it was Mephistopheles advocating for MC that ultimately convinced Lucifer to let MC go. And later on, MC remained on the sidelines and let the other characters take the reign in rescuing Lucifer from Cocytus. Compared to the original game, where MC takes on a more active role in forming their pacts, MC is more passive in Nightbringer, simply biding their time until the opportunity to make a pact falls onto their lap. Is this how somebody who desperately misses their home and wants to go back ASAP would act?

Regardless of how you choose to play the MC as, they always express some hesitation in leaving behind the brothers of the past. No matter how many times you try to make the MC say they want to go back home ASAP, Lucifer will gaslight-gatekeep-girlboss MC into admitting that they do not want to leave. Simeon in Lesson 35 of NB even reaffirms this by saying "I'm sure you really feel that way deep down inside. Even if you don't realise it". Bruh.

But why? MC should know that their home is with the boys of the present timeline. Why has the MC never considered the repercussions of staying in a timeline that they don't belong in? Or even considered how Solomon could lose his powers for good because of MC's hesitance? Why had MC never once stopped to consider how the demon brothers they had left behind would feel about their absence? This shouldn't even be a dilemma.

Unless... this past was the place they wanted to end up in the first place. That, like Nightbringer had said, this place will bring them joy like no other.

As an aside: One of the few insights we get about Sheep-chan's inner thoughts is the nightmare they have about the brothers trapping them in the attic and preventing them from leaving (in Lesson 33 of NB). Which has horrific implications, considering the attic still did not exist at this point of time. Was Belphegor's imprisonment and the Lesson 16 incident so traumatic for MC that the attic is the place that they associate with imprisonment?

Note how some of the brothers keep suggesting that THIS is the outcome that the MC really wants. But this also provides another possible reason for the MC's hesitation to leave: The fear of how the brothers' of the past would react. The fear of brothers turning against them, despite everything MC had done to protect them. Speaking of what MC had done to protect them...

MC forging their place in the past Devildom

MC hasn't taken active measures to forge their pacts to return home, but you know what they have shown to be more interested in? Asserting their place in the Devildom of the past, and spending time with the past version of the brothers.

The best example of this is Lesson 11 of NB, where the MC hesitates to promise to Solomon to protect humanity, but with no hesitation, promises to take care of the brothers even with full knowledge that they would be punished for doing this. If we remember Lesson 35 of OG where MC, Solomon and the demon brothers went to the reaper's cave to break Beel's curse, Solomon was surprised that the demon brothers' punishments for breaking the reaper's rules (turning into a Little D) were so mild. It was implied that without MC unconsciously protecting them with their magic, the brothers could have died or been wiped out from existence upon breaking the rules.

A weakened MC of the past who retains their memories of this incident in the reaper's cave would know just how severe the backlash would be if they make promises in the cave. But this did not stop them from doing so anyway. This shows where MC's allegiance truly lies: Not with humanity, not with any mysterious forces at play, but with the demon brothers. It's hard to tell what the MC hopes to get out of making such a dangerous promise.

The most optimistic take is that they felt forced to prove their loyalty to Lucifer and his family by taking such a drastic action. After all, MC is used to sacrificing their life for the people they love. Throwing themselves at death is nothing new to them.

The most cynical take would be that this bold decision was actually a calculated move by the MC to assert their importance and their role in the demon lords' lives. To show just how bad things can get without them. To guilt-trip Lucifer and Belphegor who had doubted the MC's allegiance, so that they never doubt MC again.

Regardless of their motivation, the MC's actions showed that they are inseparable from Lucifer's family, and this incident served to further cement the MC's importance to them. This allowed MC to strengthen their bonds with the brothers once again. So that they can create a world they desire, and they will be desired.

Putting this all together

Obey Me: Nightbringer paints the image of a MC being ripped from their home and being thrust into an unfamiliar world. Yet, the MC's actions in NB tell a different story. It shows us that Nightbringer is turning the gears so that MC can go to a place surrounded by people that they love, and who will love them no matter what. Because it wouldn't be enough if the characters of the present were hopelessly in love with them, but the characters of the past should also feel the same way. Even if that is a world the MC does not belong in.

All I'm saying is, Sheep-chan is sus as heck.

[cult-of-the-eye]

Mag 81 A Guest for Mr Spider

FUCK FORMER HEAD ARCHIVIST

Wait I need to check the timelines - this was 2 days after leitner's death

New spooky music???

My man is so fucking dramatic I love him so much "grand of sand behind my eye" love the way he speaks

Yeah FUCK JURGEN LEITNER

Omg the greying hair is canon??

Child in the 90s makes him at most 27 GOD DAMN. I was imagining like mid 30s...can you imagine a fucking 27 yr old using words like "ilk" when talking to you

Oh shit he's an orphan poor guy

Yeah ok a lot of his personality seems to make sense if you realise he was raised by his grandma

You know those memes that are like people raised by their grandparents are exceptionally polite but in a brisk way, talk fancy and are super posh? Yeah that's him.

Getting such neurodivergent vibes

Yeah he sounds like a main character from the start Jesus Christ he's such a kid who got traumatised and then grows up to be a horror protagonist vibes

My First Leitner lol like kids had to be introduced to them at a young age like those my first toys

He's so funny I can just imagine him as an 8 yr old getting super like affronted at this like how dare my grandma think I am of subpar intelligence he's such a little bitch from the start

"The eponymous Mr spider" even talking about his childhood trauma he's busting out the vocabulary

Fuck that story actually kinda rattled me I had my hand over my mouth in shock for most of it

I think it was the bit where the horsefly brought his son and they were both crying that got me, I could definitely imagine it scaring an 8 yr old

The way it drags out as well, with the pages of the same scene it really heightens the suspense

Is his childhood bully someone we should keep track of?? Love how he says Michael probably cause he sees him as a bully lol

It's interesting how despite him bullying him (quite badly seeing as though he beat him up) he's still like yeah but he saved my life and that means he deserves to be remembered

My bro didn't save your life on purpose, he was just trying to make it worse and happened to come to a terrible fate cause of that

I guess underneath it all he was still a kid who watched someone die, knowing they'd get eaten by a fucking spider, he still held him in some regard

The way he specified the guy was his bully even after he was being eaten though lol

He was desperate to get the book back? That's a leitner thing I guess, the book makes you want to keep it so it can finish whatever it wanted to do to you

On my relisten (which I will do once I've finished the series I'm sure of it), I'll have to look out for any reaction of leitners name

I wonder why Jon didn't react more to Carlos vittery's statement, like it must've terrified him? I saw a post a while back explaining Jon's thoughts and IT WAS GENIUS it was like of course he doesn't react, he must be terrified that someone knew about his experience and somehow did this to mess with him or it was a joke and he can't let anyone know that the Head Archivist is not Good at This ugh it's so good I'll tag it if I can find it

AHHHHH HE REGRETS DISMISSING THE OTHER STATEMENTS AHHHHHH

HE FINALLY ADMITS THAT HE NEEDS HELP WE LOVE THIS CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT YES YOU FUCKING DO BITCH.

yeah at least he's right about Elias killing leitner

GEORGIE THE EX GIRLFIEND

ITS SO WEIRD TO SEE HIM ACTUALLY NICE TO SOMEONE WOW HIS VOICE CHANGES SLIGHTLY AS WELL HES LESS ACADEMIC

THE ADMIRAL

Awwww he's so cute with georgie

GHOST PODCAST GHOST PODCAST

THE WHAT THE GHOST T SHIRT IS CANON???? AHH THATS SO CUTE

Can he not go back to his own flat?? Did he bring all his clothes to the archive and then subsequently leave them there? Does he even have a flat??

God Georgie is so nice I would kill for her

It's so funny that an apparent supernatural cynic dated a ghost podcaster

WOW SEASON 3 OFF TO AN AMAZING START I CANT WAIT TO KEEP LISTENING IM GONNA TELL MY THERAPIST ABOUT THIS TOMORROW!!!

[strink-family]

JUST FINISHED THE CONCERT!!!!

I definitely wanna talk all about it so I'mma give a full breakdown since I'm not all high on energy like last time

What I didn't enjoy:

The people around me in the crowd were annoying as hell before the show started (I won't go into detail but they sucked; luckily they shut up when the performance started).

While ALEXSUCKS was performing, a group of girls kept chanting, "TAKE YOUR SHIRT OFF" to Alex in between songs. He didn't indulge them but he also didn't tell them to stop so I'm not sure how he felt about it. Either way it was gross.

Dallon threw a guitar pick right at me and it hit me right in my clavicle, but someone else found it on the ground before me and took it. No I'm not bitter. UPDATE: apparently it ricocheted off of me and flew several feet forward away from me so I'm a bit less upset about it now that I know that.

While in line at coat check to pick up our stuff, a strange woman put her hand on my back. Not like accidentally brushed against me, with full intention touched me.

What I DID enjoy:

Pretty much everything else like seriously

Dallon sounded AMAZING. Better than at the show in April. He did high notes and screams absolutely beautifully.

I got so many good photos and videos, more than in April I think. I'll definitely share them by tomorrow.

Dallon's choreography was wonderful. Very entertaining and graceful. I absolutely love the way he moves.

Got several smiles from him during the show which was quite lovely

He was absolutely hilarious

When he mentioned he was from Salt Lake City, someone in the audience gave him a thumbs down. He noticed and called them out and gave them a chance to make up for it, but they didn't take it. So he flipped them off and actually said, "Fuck you," to them. Like really. I got it on video. It's probably my funniest tour video. Funnier than in April when he forgot New Invention. Let me know if y'all wanna see it because it's so funny.

He played KISS & TELL!!!!! I was so happy to hear it!

He played Mad IQs!!!!!!!!

He played Satanic Panic!!!!!!!!!!!!!

EVEN BETTER, HE PLAYED FUCKING ABSINTHE. HE PLAYED MOTHERFUCKING ABSINTHE. MY FAVORITE IDKHOW SONG AND ONE OF MY ALL-TIME FAVORITE SONGS EVER. HE PLAYED ABSINTHE.

I don't remember what song it was, but during it, Anthony had this epic guitar part, and Dallon stood next to him like that one Will Smith meme like, "Look at him! Listen to him! He's amazing!" It was very wholesome.

During Opening Band he invited Alex back on stage and hugged him twice. It was very cute and sweet.

I got some great merch. Got two shirts and a signed poster. I can't wait to hang the poster next to my other signed poster of his jbsbsjkhskhsj

I was right in the middle of the crowd so during Visitation I WAS RIGHT WHERE THE CROWD PARTED. DALLON WALKED RIGHT BY ME. HE WAS RIGHT THERE. IT WAS AMAZINGSOHHOSOSHOSHPIS

Yeah basically everything else

So yeah! That's how the concert was! It was amazing, probably even better than the April one, which is saying something because the April concert was one of the greatest nights of my life. Although I don't think I'll ever have a serotonin boost as intense as the one in April when I saw Dallon lean in on stage for the first time. That was one of the best moments of my life, like top three probably.

And pretty much everything I didn't enjoy wasn't even part of the performance. It was almost entirely on the audience honestly (not to say there weren't cool people there! I told some silly jokes with the guy next to me, he was nice).

I'll share some photos I took tomorrow! And maybe some videos, too~

[fitzrove]

(if you're still doing these!) 3, 8, 34 for the ask meme?

3. 3 films you could watch for the rest of your life and not get bored of?

Oaghh this is actually a tricky question!! But maybe I do know how to answer...

The Cat Returns (Studio Ghibli / Hiroyuki Morita)

It's my #1 comfort movie haha. I used to watch it with my sister when we were little, more so than any other Ghibli film (I did grow up with them and liked a lot of them - but I have to admit: I've never understood the appeal of Totoro specifically, I still think it's overrated hfhfjfj). Apparently it's widely considered to be a less good movie than the others, partly because Miyazaki wasn't that involved in it, but I think it's amazing. Also, I saw Whisper of the Heart (the one it's a spin off of) as an adult and didn't like it at all ajdjfkfk. The music, the worldbuilding/aesthetic, the (sometimes very eccentric) Finnish dub and the inherent whimsicalness of the story are very nostalgic and fun for me, and I've always loved cats, so :D

2. LOTR trilogy

It's cheating haha but putting all three under one heading. I've gone to a cinematic back-to-back marathon event of the extended edition... It took 12 hours and was one of the best moviegoing experiences of my life xD I feel like once you've done that, you're at a point where you can definitely say you're not going to get bored of it. I mean, I've been known to dip to get more snacks during some sequences (particular non-favourite is Shelob - not for any lack of fondness for spiders btw, I just find it a bit tedious as an action scene and it's at a point in the story where I'd rather be Moving On), but overall I really love these films - the story, the world, the characters, the music, the sheer amount of effort and care that went into making them and how it really shows >:]

3. POTO 2004

<333 Favourite musical film hahahahahah. I know this is controversial, but for me personally it's in some aspects even more fulfilling than seeing the show in the theatre. My favourite part/character of the show and book is and has always been the opera house!!!! I looooove theatres and theatre backstage stuff, especially big fancy old opera houses, and the movie is very immersively costumed and staged (set?). I don't watch it often (in full anyway - I rewatch the Carlotta scenes semi-often though), but I feel like if I was strapped to a chair and made to, I would just be vibing.

8. any reoccurring dreams?

I've only had one (1) actually repeated dream in my life, where it played out the same beat-for-beat as if watching the same VHS tape again, first when I was about 5 and again when I was maybe 7 years old - a weird Disney pastiche of Aladdin and The Little Mermaid haha. Repeating themes are more common. My least favourite of those was when my mental health was at its absolute lowest in my life during high school, and for around too months I kept dying in different kinds of highly specific ww2-related circumstances 😭😭 (I don't know if I started reading survivor stories too young - around the age of 10 or so...) ANYWAY yeah haha, not many specific reoccurring dreams. I wish I could repeat the one or two times in my life when I've dreamed about flying, it was a lot of fun >:]

34. any pet peeves?

Too many - I feel like half my tumblr posts are about these xD

One big one rn is that many German theatres don't let you book your tickets in just one step. They make you put in all your info and pick a seat and everything, and only then (after a 5-10 minute delay) do they send an email asking to transfer the money to secure your booking. Well, I was meant to go somewhere tomorrow, but turns out I never remembered to send the money in time and have lost my seat :----) It's okay haha it's going to thunder and rain tomorrow anyway, I'll just stay in my hometown and go see something here later lol...

[norgbelulah]

I! Got! Asks! First up, from THE "Set Fire to This House":

Raylan let Boyd have the bottle, watched him take another drink from it, and bend to set it on the stair below them. “Ha, ha,” Raylan breathed to Boyd’s lips as they met again, this time, softer, lingering.

When Raylan moved onto press his lips to Boyd’s neck and collar, Boyd said quietly into his ear, “I think we should save this too, Raylan. Anybody could walk through that door, at any time.”

Raylan wasn’t done kissing Boyd, but he paused long enough to answer, “I’m flying back tomorrow. Fuck anybody.”

Boyd pushed Raylan away, rough but not exactly a shove. “Shit, boy, what’d you do that for?”

“Last time I came back I was here for the whole weekend, but you were gone. How’m I supposed to know where you are, what you’re doing? I had to take this time off too, Boyd. I do work for a living,” Raylan snarled. He wasn’t at Boyd’s beck and call, he didn’t have to justify his choices.

Boyd didn’t take the easy come back of what Raylan had chosen to do for his living, and Raylan was grateful for it. He didn’t want to have that argument at that precise moment. Instead, Boyd sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, speaking tightly, “When your mother died, I had two months left on my tour. It wasn’t like I could just call up command, tell ‘em sorry, I had to be in Harlan that week to take it up the ass from an old friend.”

I wrote this fucking fic from an LJ comment meme prompt from LJ user write_light (LJ tells me today is his birthday!) who I will never forget. The prompt was literally, "set fire to this house porn." And here we are fucking eleven or twelve years later at least. This is the start of something so long and so beloved to me...

I'm clearly feeling very nostalgic.

I don't even remember how I came up with the idea for this setup. I think I just wanted them to be young and have a reason to fuck. And it was definitely because they wanted to when they were 19 and didn't get to. And I needed to create an opportunity where they would, when the stakes were relatively low and it could just be extremely hot.

But then I had to go and throw in the idea of the house.

How much Raylan didn't want it because of what it represented. And so, he gifts it to Boyd, almost carelessly. He doesn't want it. Why not let Boyd stay there, and MAYBE he'll come back.

I think you have another ask about this though, so I'll save more thoughts about this for later.

[desultory-novice]

Been awhile since I had seen your stuff, and I really enjoy what you’ve been coming up with! Glad to see you’re having fun

(Also, how did you start here, so to speak? I would love to be an active creator in the kirblr community, but since I just lurk and rb because I don’t have the energy/confidence to create, I just feel like an unwelcome stalker LOL. Sorry if this is too much!)

Oh, gosh, thank you so much! I'm a little impressed at how things have turned out after barely two years(?) here myself!

I don't know if my methods could ever work for anyone else as they do me, as I attribute a lot of "this" to serendipity but...

...It seems to me I really took off after opening my inbox up to doing detailed ask memes about the characters. Again, this was kind of luck on my part because I spoke very lovingly (albeit truthfully!) about a few mega popular characters, which caused two of their fandom BNFs to kindly reblog my posts, and that sent a bunch more asks for the WHOLE rest of the Kirby cast my way!

I'm sorry to say, it does take a lot of energy though. But I do get the struggle, as I'm often exhausted by life/lots of jobs. However, if you can find any sort of mental "trick" to keep yourself going, you might discover you have more energy than you think inside you!

(Me, I'm very visual, and I keep a collection of my favorite fanart on hand. If I think I've exhausted myself on a character/ran out of ideas of things to talk about, I'll browse through my personal "gallery" and it will help me to remember characters/events/interesting points.)

As to the matter of confidence, you've probably heard the whole "fake it to you make it" bit and to a degree, at least, it's true. I've had a couple of posts where I've flooded the tags with things like "OMG this is so bad and I'm so sorry!" or "I had no time to work on this and it shows~" or "if this sucks it's because life is crushing my soul and I just want to sleep for a thousand years..." annnnnd unfortunately...

...even if it's how you're feeling At The Time, those things can make people feel like they're intruding into your space by liking or reblogging it. It's like, if you're telling us something so personal and private, maybe you really only want to hear from a friend right now, and not a stranger...? What I've done is I've told myself it's okay to write out those low self-esteem thoughts elsewhere but try to let the people who are here for the art/images/videos/writing/discussions just enjoy your art/images/videos/writing/discussions.

If you've got something to get off your chest, don't feel like you have to hold it inside, but don't hold your audience captive either.

(Also, something else fun about this: if you cast out positivity, you may find that it comes back to you, and when you look again at that thing you shared, it was NOT as "awful" as you thought.)

Now, a lot of that was about "external" confidence or what you display. As for internal confidence, that's... kind of a constant struggle. We all -- and by all, I I mean even famous published creators -- have times when we think our work isn't good enough. Annnd...

...Well, it isn't always great. But the fact that something isn't great now (even if it's the absolute best we can do at the time) doesn't mean we have no skill at something! We all have to start somewhere. And sometimes "somewhere" is a piece of art or writing or theory or humorous content that only 1-2 people think is "...Eh, not bad."

My first "hit it big" piece? My "Moon's Haunted" Kirby meme? Ohhh man, I can't STAND to look at now! I redrew it a few months back and if I were to redraw it today, it'd look better still, probably. The key is that I tried (...and that I meme-posted when the game was going viral >.> ) and I think that shone through??

(...It might be silly, but there IS a Nintendo Direct tomorrow. Probably no Kirby news, as I assume Vanpool's closure will bring an end to us getting multiple Kirby titles a year, but if you really want to try and take that ^ path, you can always get up early/stay up late and ready yourself to post commentary on any news!)

That doesn't just go for art, but writing/theories/HC as well. I myself find it a little sad when someone starts on a post and then will just trail off with "...lol I dunno, didn't think about it that hard."

"Don't say that, person on the internet," I cry! Do you realize how much information is at your fingertips right now? You can google for things even if you only know it as "that thing in that one movie about the fruit." You can watch a Youtube video in 5 minutes explaining the mechanics of something you've never seen or ever hope to do before! You can even watch a Youtube playthrough of a Kirby thing you forgot instead of saying "You forgot!" Don't know how to draw cloaks? Pinterest has millions of references! Don't like Pinterest? Just google "cloaks, Pinterest" and click on the images tab and you will never have to log into that accursed site! It just takes WANTING to.

Though sometimes, I think people write that out of embarrassment? Maybe they DID think about it but they don't think anyone would be interested? Or maybe they really didn't think about X or Y but didn't want to feel like they were neglecting anybody and that something is better than nothing. Which it is, but LOVE is even more important!

...And love, especially in a fandom space, can be ~complicated~

Like I mentioned above, I'm LUCKY that my top favorite characters also come close to topping the rest of "the fandom's" list. But as I've said before, I love every character in Kirby. Even the ones-people-want-to-throw-off-a-bridge-into-a-waste-treatment-plant..

And if I'd started off my tumblr as a "The Susie Haltmann Appreciation Blog!" as opposed to my actual "Hey I'm Completely Obsessed About Marx and Magolor and I Think About Them All The Time (...but I also like the Haltmanns from a story perspective for their heartrending tragedy that hits close to home for me...) Blog" I don't know if we'd be having this conversation right now. ^^;

(It doesn't just have to be all about controversy/"discourse" related stuff either. I could have started a "Daily Sillydillo" blog and had to retire it in a month due to low levels of interaction. The concept of fandom favorites might not be very egalitarian, when every character deserves to have their story enjoyed, but sometimes, strong love can make up for the lack of eyes on a thing. Occasionally ^^)

...Anyway, you might not have the energy, at least not all the time, and confidence might be a little low right now too, but you love Kirby, right? You have passion for it? Passion can get you a lot! And also, there's a few methods of interaction that, for personal reasons, I could not choose that have done wonders for everyone else!

For example, I have some old, unhealed trauma about OCs, but there's a whole hu~ge section of Kirblr that loves OCs and, as far as I've seen (??) tries to be really supportive about them?

Lastly, I can guarantee you, you are NOT a stalker and anyone who thinks being a "quiet supportive fan" equates to being a stalker should consider moving away from thinking of themselves and/or others in that negative way. You have stalked nobody! You have only shown an active interest in others! That is a POSITIVE thing!

And on that note, you're definitely not unwelcome either! Especially if you're one of the precious, wonderful people out there who reblog lots! If you want to get your toes wet, why not test the waters and build your confidence in this space by adding some of your thoughts onto your reblogs? You could build a rep/connections that way!

TLDR, sometimes gaining an audience/a space is a magic trick that no one knows the secret to. Other times, it is the result of months and months and months of hard, lonesome persistence.

The best advice I can give you is advice I would give myself:

-Be kind if you can, if you cannot, then be understanding -Demonstrate care about your interests and those of others -Forgive yourself for being at the beginning of your journey

-Enthusiasm, sincerity, and love are warm lights in this world of ours that can, at times, seem so dim and dreary. Light a little lantern for yourself and remember to laugh loud with joy that life is also so amazingly, ridiculously magical and before you know it, others will find their way to your light to add their lantern to yours!

[shirogane-oushirou]

[cw venting about renniverssary stress. tl;dr i'm giving myself an out LMAO and, if i can't conjure up some perfect and lovely piece by next week, i'll just Do What I Can and then start planning the wedding so i have more time and can make that the Big Thing]

it hit me last night that i'm absolutely FUCKING MYSELF UP w stress over "not doing enough" for the renniversary ksjdnfkjn so i think. actually. i'll make and post what i can manage, without pushing myself to make The Most Finished Work Imaginable, and then maybe over the coming months i'll get some commissions and decide on a "wedding" date to post them on 😭

ren wouldn't want me to stress over "being good enough"... that's part of our whole Thing after all. idk. i just. he's the first oc i've made who's had this deep of an impact on me; this year in particular has been ROUGH, and he (and this community hehe) have been pulling me through all of the bullshit and breakdowns. i WANT to do something big and meaningful to match even a fraction of everything he's done for me! but if i'm going through a bad art slump and making myself stressed and unhappy, then what's the point of doing it...? if that makes sense.

sorry, this is mostly just me working through these weird, contradictory, fucky feelings. it's also weird guilt bc i put together a nice little finished chibi pic for the oushiversary tomorrow, but i'm struggling to make anything beyond messy sketches and loose, half-baked ideas for ren, my current main? (granted i was using an unfinished sketch from a couple of years ago as the oushiversary pic base, but. yknow.)

i still have a week. there's time for divine inspiration to strike LMAO. but i want to let myself not freak out over it. worst case? i draw something like that poke!renro in that loose, paint-y style that doesn't take long to do but looks really visually interesting, and then i FIIIIIINALLY do a yumeship meme for us KJANSKFJN.

[lovebytheoutlaw]

Hey friend! I have 2 questions for you- 1, do you do reader inserts and 2- charthur for the ship meme?

Hey there! If by insert fics, you mean one's where it says "(y/n)", then yes! I'm currently working one three rn haha! And i'm happy to start even more if anyone has ideas for me!! I love writing them!

Send me a ship and I'll answer:

Charthur! I love this pairing so much! Thank you for the ask!

Who wakes up first? Charles! He loves most mornings so he can have some quiet time to wake up, listening to the birds sing the rest of the Earth awake

Who is grumpiest in the morning? Arthur for sure. He's a grumpy bear who wants to hide under the warm blankets, and cuddle sleep for "five more minutes"

Who cooks breakfast? If Pearson doesn't, Charles will. And you bet it's gonna be the best damn eggs ever, because Charles definitely uses seasoning

Who serves the other breakfast in bed? Charles will usually try to lure Arthur out of the tent with food, coffee, and having already started the campfire, but if Arthur is reluctant, Charles will serve his breakfast to him in bed

Who suggests the skip work and stay home? Arthur probably. He's always having to run off and do something. The poor guy deserves to rest once in a while. And Charles sees to it, sticking by his side. He can always hunt tomorrow

Who falls asleep on top of the other? Arthur falls asleep on top of Charles, especially when he had a rough day, and a job didn't go smoothly. Charles would hold him, and stroke his hair until he heard familiar soft snores emitting from the other man

Who always has to be touching the other? Neither are huge on pda, especially in the camp thanks to Micah, and Bill being nasty towards any kind of male on male intamacy. But if they're out hunting together, or scouting for leads, Charles loves taking Arthur's hand in his, and holding his waist

Who stays up until 2 reading? Charles, even though reading isn't a huge hobby of his. He reads mostly about the flora and the fauna of the Americas

Who kisses their partner while they’re sleeping? Charles usually stays up longer than Arthur, usually on guard duty. So when he finally gets to go to bed, he'll place a kiss on his two fingers before placing them gently on Arthur's resting lips

Who is most adventurous? This is a tie. Charles isn't huge into taking risks per say, but he isn't against trying new ideas, and experiences. With Arthur however, the risk-taking is half the fun!

Who is most protective? Tie, omg. Both are extremely protective but they also know they can handle themselves just fine. But that doesn't stop Charles from standing close by ready to assist, asking "you sure?" And that doesn't stop Arthur from threatening to beat up any one who dares shoot a judgemental look at Charles.

Who cares too much? I'd say it's pretty equal as well. Charles always asks Arthur when he's last ate, and if he needs to rest. Always bringing him some water, and leaving pain relieving herbs at his tent. Arthur always asking Charles how he's feeling, and if he needs anything. A massage, a listening ear, anything from out of camp. So thoughtful of his partner

Who is most competitive? Arthur! Charles can be, but he doesn't let it get to him. Arthur, however, will straight up pout if he lost a game of dominos to Tilly, or a hand of poker to Hosea

Who sings in the shower? Arthur definitely hums while he bathes. If he's confident no one would hear him, he'd sing!

Who is more likely to get naughty in inappropriate places? Arthur sometimes teases Charles while they're in town, whispering a naughty phrase in his ear, or squeezing Charles bicep nonchalantly. This usually bites Arthur in the ass (literally) once they leave town and Charles makes them take a detour into a secluded place in the forest on their way back to camp

Rate this ship: 10/10, i love Them™ 

[clueingforbeggs]

Lyrics are in the original description, but in case Tumblr/YouTube doesn't like you clicking on the embed (which it doesn't like me doing), I'll put them below the cut as well.

(opening: Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band) It was 60 years ago today Lady Lambert got the show to play And I know it's had its ups and downs But there's a reason why it's still around So let me introduce to you The man who kicked it off in style... Billy Hartnell's Cranky Time Lord Band...

(I Am The Walrus) I am Who and Who are You and where is Sue And take your business elsewhere See how I flick this real specific switch, See how we fly Not lyin'

Prehistoric caveman Fire from the cave of skulls Superstitious witches Never been a hero Funny thing is fear it Makes companions of us all I M not Foreman We're on a tour, man I am the Doctor Hmm? Doctor Who?

Static city, Thals are pretty, Polycarbon mutants run the show See how they talk in adenoidal squawks See how we rise I'm dyin'...

Me and Marco Polo... in the court of Kublai Khan Sacrifical Aztecs, 'nachronistic priestess Open up the door mid-flight And now we're very small

I'm the original (you might say) I am the first one (sort of) I am the Doctor - Hmm? Doctor Who?

Post-apocalyptic London Where a love can bloom One day I'll come back, I really will, Until then have a pleasant time.

Bye Susan Foreman More is in store, man I am the Doctor, Hmm Doctor Who? Hm Doc-

(Eleanor Rigby) Bennett and Vicki Trapped on a planet where no hope for rescue is clear No one comes near 'Cept for Koquillion. He's a big monster who threatens them never to leave Would you believe? They are the same people And Barbara shot your dog

(Tomorrow Never Knows) Relax into the vibe of ancient Rome Such a hot party... fires are starting And float like the Menoptera do at home Flitting smartly... ('no') over Zarbii... The warriors with crosses in their eyes They are crusading... they are crusading So run before the Dalek fleet arrives Evil is scheming... Ian is leaving... Barbara is leaving... someday we'll be memeing

(spoken) 'London 1965!' (someday we'll be memeing) 'London 1965!' (today we are memeing) 'London 1965!'

(Eleanor Rigby) Steven the pilot Stuck on a planet of hostile geodesic domes Heck of a home Hifi the panda His only friend and the only thing helping him deal He's not even real

(paperback writer) Excuse me mister, where did you get that? It's the year 1066 and all that You're gear and fab, but cannot yet fab gears So who brought the watch? well, I doubt it was a Normandic settler it's the time meddler... It's the time of legends, and if we're on course, gonna see a few guys about a horse Vicki's fallen for a boy from Troy She should read a play and that play should be Troilus and Cressida May the gods bless ya... It's the Myth Makers... it's the myth makers...

(Yellow Submarine) Sara Kingdom kept the peace Katarina never saw the like in Greece As companions, they're unmatched But I wouldn't get too attached They won't live through the Dalek's Masterplan The Dalek's Masterplan The Dalek's Masterplan

(I Am The Walrus) Hmm? Doctor Who? Hmm? Doctor Who? Some Caucasian dude with Asian clothes made me play Towers of Hanoi See how they clown, take Billy Bunter down, I'm just a hand... I'm dying...

Where's the nearest dentist? Let's check the OK corral. Steven's going savage, WOTAN in the tower Pleased to meet you, Polly, Ben, won't see this face for long I'm the original (you might say) I am the first one (sort of) I am the Doctor - Hmm what's that who? Hmm what's that who? Quite right... Everybody loves one... everybody loves one... Everybody keep warm... everybody keep warm... Everybody keep warm... everybody keep warm...

(Spoken) 'Oh, Barbara' 'Now you've squashed my favourite Beatles'

[quordleona03]

Snippet meme

@allcanonisrelative and @impishtubist posted a lovely pair of snippets as an AU to Yes Sir, That's Our Baby, which is of course Hawkeye/BJ babyfic. So I thought I'd share my AU Hawkeye/Mulcahy babyfic. Except, I'm me, so she's not exactly a baby.

This is an AU where Hawkeye was an army doctor drafted in the Vietnam war and Francis was an army chaplain, so they're about twenty years younger than they are in the mainverse.

Hawkeye put the phone down. He looked around the office and the boxes he had barely started to unpack, and closed his eyes, just briefly. Then he punched in their home number.

"Who is it?" Francis said. He sounded pre-occupied and exasperated.

"I have wonderful news," Hawkeye said.

"You're coming home early," Francis said.

"No. I mean, yes," Hawkeye said. "I probably am, but I've still got to talk to at least three people here before I can leave and you'll want me to go to the mall before I get home."

"Why?" Francis said, and then, a moment before Hawkeye said, he got it, from the complicated little noise he made down the phone.

"I'm pregnant," Hawkeye said.

He let himself grin then, as Francis made those noises of surprise, worry, astonishment, panic, and - despite everything - delight.

"You can't be," Francis said. "What - who - ? Why?"

"Caseworker called," Hawkeye said. "Mrs Connolly. Fifteen, troubled, mom died, dad's not in the picture, she's getting into fights at school - "

"She? We're having a girl?"

"Yes," Hawkeye said.

"You need to go to the mall before you come home, we have nothing in the house for a girl - "

"She'll be arriving with a couple of suitcases, caseworker said. Mom died about a month ago. All their things aside from the two cases are in store in Los Angeles. We're getting her because they decided she had to be moved out of the area, into a completely different school district, and they asked around and one of the people they asked was Peg Hunnicutt - "

"Oh," Francis said.

"Yeah, and Peg said, if you want her to have a new start in a good foster home, I know these two guys - "

"Ah," Francis said. In New York City, they had fostered troubled teens over twenty years, mostly boys, though there had been some brother-sister placements. "How long for?"

Hawkeye shrugged. "Depends if dad shows up. If not, and if the placement works out, I guess til she's eighteen. Caseworker said she knew our paperwork wasn't up-to-date for California - " They had only moved here three days ago, and they hadn't been intending to start fostering again " - but she'd rush it and we'd be registered from yesterday by next Monday."

"When is she arriving?" Francis asked.

"Our stork is due - " Hawkeye checked his watch " - in three hours and twenty minutes."

"Oh, Hawkeye - " Francis sounded really exasperated. "Be home in two hours, all right? I'll get her bedroom set up, even if nothing else is ready. Get the basics from the mall, we'll go shopping with her tomorrow."

"Tomorrow is the first day of term, that's why they're rushing it."

"We'll go shopping with her tomorrow after school," Francis said. "Did the caseworker - Mrs Connolly - mention any allergies, any diet issues?"

"Nope."

"Pizza, probably," Francis said. "What's her name?"

"Buffy Summers."

"Buffy?"

"We're in California now."

"Can you - "

"I know what to get," Hawkeye said. "I'll be home in two hours. I love you."

"I love you," Francis said, but he still sounded exasperated. They hung up on each other, and Hawkeye got up to speak to the first of three people he had decided he could not skip speaking to on his first day.

He made three stops at the mall, and was home with an hour to spare. "Or more, if the traffic is bad driving from Los Angeles," Hawkeye noted, kissing Francis.

Their front room had been set up with a sofa and a couple of armchairs, facing their television: some of their books had been unpacked, and boxes stood below part-filled shelves. Their spare room - the girl's room, now - was perfectly in order: bed neatly made with clean plain sheets and pillows and a duvet: chest of drawers by the wall: a clock and a bedside light on the bedside cabinet. Francis had even hung curtains in the windows. Hawkeye handed Francis the bag of things he'd got at CVS, and let Francis deal with that: he hung one set of bath towel, hand towel, and face cloth, and put the other two sets away in the chest of drawers.

"You need to shower and change," Hawkeye said. "You smell like you've been wrestling furniture all day."

Francis glanced at his watch.

"Relax. You have at least half an hour."

"Did you get - " Francis said, sounding pre-occupied.

" - yes, and I can follow a boxed recipe."

Francis stopped, and looked at Hawkeye. "Yes, I know you can," he said, and smiled at Hawkeye. "Thank you."

"I'm so excited I could plotz," Hawkeye said, cheerfully. "But instead, I'm just going to go downstairs and bake brownies." He kissed Francis, and Francis reached up and caught the back of his head and pulled him down and kissed him, and they used up at least five minutes they could not really spare, but Francis was quick in the shower when he wanted to be, and Hawkeye had bought the simplest generic cake mix he could find. The brownies were cooling on a rack, filling the house with a comfortable, homey aroma, and Francis was downstairs, fully-dressed, and filling the coffee maker, when the doorbell rang.

The next half hour was what it always was. The caseworker, Mrs Conolly, had forms to be filled in and signed: she accepted a cup of coffee and a brownie, and so did the girl - Mrs Conolly wouldn't let her leave her sight until both Francis and Hawkeye had filled in the required forms and signed them and provided their ID - and then, she collected the paperwork, and shook hands with each of them, and told the girl she would be back to see her in a few days or you have my number, call me, and left. Hawkeye had gone to show her out: when he came back, Francis and the girl were still sitting either side of the table, each with a cup of coffee in front of them. Neither had drunk very much, and the girl had barely nibbled on the brownie.

"Look," said the girl, "I know the score."

"Is that so?" Hawkeye said.

She had a clear, distinct voice, and sounded very sure of herself. "I can take care of myself. You guys just need to show me where the school is, and I'll be out of your hair most of the day. Anyway, this is just temporary, right?"

"Well," Francis said. "We're very happy to have you here, Miss Summers, however long you stay." He smiled. I'm Francis Mulcahy - you can call me Mr Mulcahy or Francis, whichever you prefer."

"And I'm Doctor Pierce, or Hawkeye."

"Hawkeye?" The girl sounded startled. "Like the - " She made gestures which Hawkeye, who was used to this reaction, understood to be miming a bow-and-arrow. " - from the comics?"

"No," Hawkeye said. "Same spelling, different hero. I'm a doctor - I work at a clinic the other side of the mall from here."

"Can I show you round the house, Miss Summers?" Francis said.

"Buffy," the girl said. She got up. She was eyeing both of them, not exactly warily, but as if she was suddenly less sure of herself. "You guys are gay, right?"

"I'm gay, Francis is delightful," Hawkeye said, solemnly.

She gave him a puzzled look, and Hawkeye smiled at her.

"We've only just moved in ourselves, Buffy," Francis said. "Let me give you the full tour. Hawkeye, could you find those take-out menus?"

[greypetrel]

let’s mix it up here, how about ❄️ and 🌈 for the ask meme :D

Hiiiii!

Mh, mix it up, you say?

Ok! Let's go with a WIP for the Fenris AU I... I started to write but never finished. And I honestly don't know whether I'll put an end to it, but it's here. And it's something angsty, ready to be soothed by the second. For the second I'll add a drawing wip, I hope you don't mind! But I'm kinda falling off wips to share, writing wise. x°D (and the ones I have are all angsty?)

🌈 Share something soft/fluffy from your WIP.

Translation:

C: "Ok, if you have so much to say about how light Fereldan beer is, I CHALLENGE YOU. A: "Aaaw! No, come on, I don't think it's necessary… How would you cope with tomorrow's Council?" C: "I insist."

A: "Aaaaaaaah. hiccups This reminds me of that time that bla bla bla I think I'm a little out of shape, ih ih ih! Shall we ask another round, Cullen? You know you have such nice hair? They do look very, very soft, like a halla! 💜

(it's before they got together and if he would have been awake to listen he probably would have collapsed) (in my headcanon, Dalish brew liquors from everything, each Arlathven is basically an excuse to share recipes and introduce youths to drinking. Refusing offered alcoholics is rude, each young Dalish gets absolutely trounced at his first event in drinking age. She' survived attended two.)

❄️Share a snippet from a WIP of your choosing.

A month of less than nothing.

A common ground, by the stable, Aisling taught and Fenris listened and grumbled as he wasn’t able to do something she asked, or she made something look too effortless. It was normal, as normal it could be between them. She knew Radha was looking at them, whenever they were together, and she didn’t mind. A reminder that all they could really have was that. Polite and purposeful, together through circumstances.

Bringing him to Valammar seemed the most logical thing to do. It was for Varric, and they were friends too. She handled the trip in close proximity, carefully keeping her distance. She became good, in the 8 years they were apart, in keeping distances, she could manage it. Even if with him, somehow, it was more difficult than with all the rest. Fenris knew, she didn’t have to pretend she wasn’t sad and struggling and scared. He knew, as well as Radha did.

But, she couldn’t like Bianca, she couldn’t be polite with her. It was like looking in a mirror, without lingering affection. The worse was that the woman wasn’t even sorry, or not sorry how she should have been. Did she knew how many people died? Did she knew that-

“You’re not the one to talk to me about disfunctional relationships and not managing to let people go, ok?” Varric snapped, when she approached him after getting back to Skyhold for some confrontation about it, and she let slip a less than praiseful comment on the smith.

“Excuse me?”

“Do you think it’s a big secret about you and Broody? Because it’s not. Quit it and let him go if you want it, or do not and stay there dancing around the other like you are, dance around Curly as well at the same time. I really don’t care, but whatever you do, don’t you play the moral judge with me and Bianca.”

It hit her. It hit her close to home, and it hurt because she saw the truth in his words. But, she saw the truth in her words too, and if years ago she would have been angry, right now she just felt cold calm creeping in. The same that she called for passing judgements. And as Varric knew where to hit her, she did as well, now.

“At least when I fucked up, nobody died.”

They didn’t speak to each other for the whole week afterwards, and something cracked between them. It was ok, with Aisling. It wasn’t like she allowed herself to make friends anymore, she was ready for things to blew up, and they did. It wasn’t anything she hadn’t taken into account.

All in all, tho, she stopped going to the stables in the morning, and when she practiced with her horse, she just took him out for a walk, on her own.

It was better like that, Varric was right.

She was just the Inquisitor, she could bury her heart something deeper still, and ignore the question in Fenris’ eyes the first time she walked out of the paddock without a word.

It was better like that.

[desertdragon]

24 ( complexion ) for the prompt meme!

DA LIST | TW: Racism

She hoisted the last barrel onto the shelf and dusted off her hands. The day's sweat beaded off her brow and its heat sunk in her muscles.

"Good work as always Ralhana, thank you."

"Thanks, see everyone tomorrow."

The men bid her farewell and waved as they went their separate ways. Above the sky burned a deep orange as the sun sank. Others were on the walk home ahead of her, dotting the roads across the fields. Some waved at her and she waved back throwing them a smile.

At this rate next year's sake would start preserving on time and the rest of harvest would finish early. In a few days a festival would come to life ahead of the first frost on the trees. She gave herself a day or two for sleep and more time with the kids before she'd get pulled into helping.

'Better make my sleep count.'

She covered a yawn and as more people thinned out, her body slunk home. Everything grew heavy till her bones were like stones tied to an empty bag; climbing the hill in her way nearly tripped her as her head started dipping. Just another step, she just needed to walk another step. When she crested the hill she cursed under her breath and swayed. Finally, the house was in sight.

"Daddy! Daddy's here!"

She blinked and Yoshino slammed against her squeezing her legs tight. They almost tipped over, widening her face in panic. She cried out but managed to stay standing.

"Little one you're getting better at tackling me. Too good even."

"Mommy made rice balls and they didn't get burned. You have to come see!"

"What? Did you help her?"

Yoshino let go and stuck her hands behind her back, smirking. She squirmed still believing it could contain whenever she got excited.

"I showed her a bit the way you showed me. Then we made the balls together. Ujihide kept eating the rice though..."

"Well this I have to see." She chuckled.

Yoshino's eyes gleamed, waiting but letting her tail get the better of her. It wiggled down and to the sides then curled up in greeting. She knelt and pulled her into a hug. The rumble of her purr beat deep as a drum in her chest. A year before and she lost the girl under the length of her arms. Now she stood big enough to fill out her reach. She took her hand and started walking.

She stared in disbelief sitting around the hearth. Twelve normal rice balls rested on their wood platter; the rice was shaped rough around the edges but stayed white.

"That's not all dearest. Try the saury." Yugiri said, grinning.

Carefully, carefully, she pried the fish apart with chopsticks. It gave easily, not burnt. Not charred beyond recognition. Instead she saw a nice golden brown. Everyone watched. At least both their sons, minds full of whatever two year olds thought about, couldn't understand what was at stake. Still they studied her with tested patience. Shutting her eyes she stuffed it in her mouth.

It was... good?

Her hunger lurched like a wild thing. She couldn't stop eating. First the fish, the oden, three rice balls. It all went down one after the other. Yoshino pulled her back to reality, stopping her heart cold. She watched the color drain from Yugiri's face.

"We were playing tag and Saburo asked me why don't I have real horns. And Akane asked when I'll grow all my scales in. They liked my ears though! Everybody wanted to pet them. Because they're fluffy. It was ok at first but then it felt weird."

"Yoshino, they didn't play any mean pranks or hit you did they?" Yugiri asked sternly.

Always quick with her hands she piled extra dessert, roast chestnuts, in Yoshino's palms. The girl's eyes lit up seeing her favorite. She didn't have to think about her answer. That was good. She wasn't ashamed enough to lie. She started peeling the shells as she spoke in a tiny voice.

"No. I said I had to go home. I pushed them off and came back."

Yoshino glanced between them back and forth as she ate, pensive. Her concentration broke only to keep Yoshitsugu from taking a chestnut. Whether it was releasing bugs outside or managing how upset she felt, she had been told to try everything possible before ever striking a life. Her hands were the last resort. But to have pushed some kids over this...she couldn't find a reprimand. Anger flooded at a crack in her heart. Clenching her fists she looked at Yugiri and they nodded together. It was pain, shared.

"We're proud of you. When people do something like that you should protect yourself, even if they won't listen. And moving them out kept you safe."

"Your Father's right. They touched you in a way that made you uncomfortable. Words won't work then. But neither did you hurt them more than what was reasonable."

"So...it's ok?"

"Like this, yes." She answered solemnly.

She gave each of them their good night kiss and tucked the edges of their blanket. One lingering look let her study their sleeping faces as they piled together. She could never help a smile. With the door shut behind her she slid against the wall. A sigh stripped the tension from her body.

Saying nothing Yugiri approached and slid beside her. She felt a gentle nudge at her side. They laced their fingers together. She leaned her head back and smiled.

"Dinner really did surprise me."

"That is not any way to give a compliment." Yugiri pulled her cheek as a tease, pretending annoyance.

"You're right ma'am. I'm sorry ma'am."

"Hmph. You certainly ate your share as it was."

Yugiri let her face go, and the amusement in her eyes made Ralhana not miss a beat.

"It was made by the hard work of a beautiful woman. I couldn't help myself."

"A flatterer tonight I see."

They leaned against each other. She felt the flutter of Yugiri's eyelashes, the movement of her breaths, settling into the way she held her arm. They let themselves be.

"I don't want you to have more on your load whenever you work and return. Even if you have to put up with my beginner mistakes."

"I know. It's alright."

"You were always the better cook; I feel no shame admitting as much."

She chuckled.

"I'm no Gan either but thanks."

They fell into silence. Not even the bugs sang outside. The world stilled creeping its weight over her being. And that threatened releasing her thoughts. She moved to kiss Yugiri, stopped before she could start. The look in her eyes made her muscles lock.

"You were alone while I recovered after the boys were born. Forgive me, for making you bear that madness."

"That was never your fault. Ever."

"No. Perhaps it wasn't. But now I must ask you to shoulder it again. This place will hurt our children."

Her tongue turned lead in her mouth. She knew. She knew in the way only an 'other' could understand. And she read the seeds of the 'other' growing on Yoshino, until her hands burned to rip them out before their daughter took it upon herself. The urge sparked after the joy of her birth began settling back to normal.

'Her brown skin doesn't match yours. Are you sure your wife didn't cheat you, man?' people had asked, whether she bartered, tended fields, or helped them raise a house.

The pride at a mark of her own father living through his grandchildren crumbled like kindling. Then even now, there lingered smoldering rage. But for Yugiri to quit Doma, she no longer cared about her heart as a place. She didn't need a place to form her shape.

Yoshino was four, and a place asked she be warped to define it.

A knit brow brought out the hard angles of her face. There was a land that demanded none of those things.

"What do think about Thavnair?"

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fic stats meme

Rules: Give us the links to your fics with the most hits, second most kudos, third most bookmarks, fourth most comments, fifth most words, and your fic with the least amount of words.

thank you so much for the tag bestie @b1uetrees <3

i haven't written much and i'm working on things, slowly, but here goes:

Most hits: Under the lights tonight, KinnPorsche (Pt.1 of KP meet-cute in a club series)

“You were staring.” Tay crosses his arms. Kinn shakes his head. “No. We just happened to have awkward eye contact, that’s all.” “You’ve been checking him out ever since we got back from the car,” Tay says. “No, I have been looking around in general.” “Oh Kinn, cut the crap. He’s hot, you were looking and that’s completely normal,” Time says. Tay nods. “Yeah, this is a night out. You’re bound to meet a handsome stranger. You should dance with him!”

Second most kudos: Lights on, KinnPorsche (Pt.2 of KP meet-cute in a club series)

Each time they meet, Porsche’s proximity feels like a short season that melts away before Kinn notices. But Kinn knows there is something there. Physically, he was always left wanting more. Emotionally, maybe he did too. Porsche enchanted him under the lights of the club, but Kinn wants to desire him with the lights on too. What scares him is that he also enjoys getting to know him. He is delighted by each new discovery of what makes him smile, what he does, what makes him tick.

Third most bookmarks: World In My Eyes, KinnPorsche

“As if you know anything about me.” Kinn scoffs and shakes his head. "I'll tell ya what. Let me get to know you. Starting tomorrow, we have seven days.” Porsche grins, resembling a kid that just shared his newest idea with their parent. He holds out a hand for Kinn. “Okay. Show me the world through your eyes, Porsche.” Kinn takes Porsche’s hand and shakes it. “And you show me the world through yours, Kinn.” Porsche squeezes his hand and Kinn thinks he might be blushing for the first time in a while. Or Porsche is an artist who saved up his whole life to travel to Italy and see the art pieces he's only ever seen in books in his room in Bangkok. Being an orphan with a tough childhood and a younger brother to take care of, he didn't dare to go, but his loved ones urged him to do something for himself. Kinn is a CEO who wants to expand his hotel chain business to Rome. They meet on a bus from Florence to Rome and decide to spend their free time together in Rome to experience the life through each others' eyes. Where will this journey take them?

Fifth most words: You can run away with me anytime you want, KinnPorsche

"Porsche...I don't want to go back to the life that I didn't choose." "Kinn..." Porsche looked at him sadly, still searching for the right words to comfort him. There was a deep sorrow in Kinn's eyes. Suddenly confidence overtook him, he wanted to open up again, to share his intruding thoughts with Porsche while he still could, while he still dared to hope. His eyes were burning with determination. Porsche kept studying him in wonder. "Porsche...run away with me." Kinn looked him dead in the eyes, making it clear to Porsche that he was not joking in the slightest. Like before, Porsche was tense. His leg was shaking uncontrollably, and his lips formed a tight line. He shook his head. "You know we can't, Kinn." ... Episode 6 but before Kinn lets Porsche go, he proposes they run away together. Also includes Kinn's POV of the conversation they had when they were stuck in the pit.

Least amount of words: Let me take care of you again, KinnPorsche

Chay fiddles with the hem of his sweater. “I have been thinking. I want you to quit this job.” Porsche stiffens. “Chay…I…it’s…” “I know what you are going to say…It’s good money, it can pay for my university fee. But I don’t care. I don’t want you to go back there.” Chay looks at Porsche. His lips are in a tight line and his leg starts shaking again. Chay can feel the vibrations in the couch beneath him, waves of Porsche’s nervousness washing over him. Porsche hates talking about his thoughts and feelings. But Chay is done indulging him with obedience. Or: Conversations between Porsche and Chay which I wish we had more of in the show. This would happen between Chay's kidnapping and Chay coming to live with the main family.

no pressure tags @martynaxao3, @tians-heart, @emberfaye, and @stoeptepel, have fun with this guys <3

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I posted 373 times in 2022

26 posts created (7%)

347 posts reblogged (93%)

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I tagged 372 of my posts in 2022

#about me - 50 posts

#&lt;3 - 42 posts

#series: star trek - 33 posts

#the magnus archives - 26 posts

#leonard mccoy - 24 posts

#queer art - 21 posts

#series: star wars - 21 posts

#jim kirk - 20 posts

#mckirk - 19 posts

#legends of tomorrow - 18 posts

Longest Tag: 120 characters

#(also i'm always weirdly happy when people associate me with my flag? it's that late in life queer moment i guess lmfao)

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

WHAT KIND OF LOSER ALMOST MISSES HER OWN MCKIRKAVERSARY (this one I am that loser)

It has been one entire year since I posted absolution, my first official McKirk fic. I dreamed this baby up on a weekend morning and started writing, after years of admiring the folks in the fandom from afar. I am so, so grateful I did.

to @afterthenovels and @malionnes -- Anna gave me the prompt that became the fic, and Cait asked me the OTP meme questions that sparked me thinking about my own vision. Thank you both for getting me started.

To the USS McKirk folks: thank you for taking me into the fold. You are all so special to me. To mention just a handful of you:

@aishahiwatari and @demerite; best mods ever!

@aroacebones, for being the best partner in angst and never minding a 5 AM DM or fifty.

@lokilenchen and @excavatinglizard, both of whom surprised me with art for my later fic, both of whose talents amaze me every single day.

@better-late-than-nevah for understanding my desperate love for comments 😂

@spockats, my partner in word games, provider of medical knowledge!

@trek-tracks for the humor that keeps me going, and the sweetest words of praise a girl could want.

@sagesiren for loving Jewish Jim as much as I do!

@jenjiy for having the other half of the brain cell 😂

And to @fireinmywoods, thank you so much for giving us SIEL, a light in a dark year and the best communal experience I could have asked for so soon after officially joining the fandom!

I've said it before and I'll say it again: McKirk people best people. I'm so glad I fell in with you all. Let's keep it going a bunch more years. 💛💙

13 notes - Posted February 1, 2022

#4

"I'm Jim. … Which friend is this a favor for? I've been coming here for months."

“Christine. These shifts interfere with her nightlife, you see, and as she saw fit to remind me, I have none, so better I be the one to molder away in an underground transfusion center.”

“I liked Christine. But if she sees fit to abandon me to the whims of a grouchy Southerner, I might displace her in my estimation.”

A vampire and a necromancer have a chat at a blood transfusion center.

(Trektober 2022, Day Two: Vampire AU)

content warnings: Jim was turned into a vampire against his will by an intimate partner; there is a brief description.

14 notes - Posted October 2, 2022

#3

"I saw a girl this morning who looked like my mother. It's strange--I haven't thought about my mother in decades, but after I wrote about her, she appeared before me. Part of me wanted to speak to her, this girl who seemed like my mother, but I didn't know what I would say. That I turned out to be so much more than she expected of me? And so much less? That I'm sorry I spent the better part of sixty years barely acknowledging her existence? That I don't remember exactly when she died? "Of course, it doesn't matter at all what I would say to my mother if I saw her again, because I didn't. It was just a girl with the same copper hair."

You Feel It Just Below the Ribs, Jeffrey Cranor and Janina Matthewson.

16 notes - Posted June 3, 2022

#2

How little we know of ourselves at any moment; how distinctly human that is. There is such little grace given to the perfect messiness of desire. Even queers feel pressure to homogenize the experience into catchy slogans. The 'born this way' narrative, while politically expedient, has done untold damage to narratives of the queer experience, implying any number of horrible ideas: that you cannot move toward desire without some genetic component urging you to do so, that experimentation is inherently problematic, that you have to know your truest and deepest self to act on something. There were times in my adolescence where people asked me if I was gay and I said no, not out of a sense of self-preservation but because I truly believed it to be so. You can be a stranger to yourself; you almost certainly will be, at some point or another. It is inevitable, as inevitable as the moment of rupture that sends you hurtling toward the self you were always going to be.

from "Both Ways" by Carmen Maria Machado, her essay on Jennifer's Body in It Came from the Closet: Queer Reflections on Horror (ed. Joe Vallese).

25 notes - Posted October 4, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

desire to learn how to draw, if not well: losing

years of memories of art teachers telling me how bad at art i was: winning

30 notes - Posted January 6, 2022

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