#like they’re doing a great job. it’s also 10 in the morning

[devilfic]

me, scrolling on tiktok: oh cool, a snippet of that new 1984 audiobook andrew garfield did. I wonder how it sounds

the clip: he’s just getting tortured. just moaning and whining on the mic. just begging for the pain to stop. andrew scott is berating him in monotone. he’s panting now. why is he crying like that

me:

[junabuggy]

Greetings fellow human, I recently found you and I must say, I love your writing and especially the layout of the posts.

I might also suggest an Idea for you with Alastor.

How 'bout a very passionate painter reader getting their nightly inspiration and staying up all night, also listening to loud music. And maybe being a little messy with the paint, like it somehow ending up on the face or different unusual spots.

Would love to see you write it in whatever form you prefer. Hope to read something from you soon.

And keep in mind, you're doing a great job and keep being amazing <3

Alastor x Painter! Reader

A/n: Omg I used to paint a lot and the places said paint would get?? How it ended up like literally all over me I’m not sure 😭😭 Also thank you so much !!

Warnings: None :3

Fluff✔️ Comfort❌ Angst❌ Smut❌

📻𖤐 Alastor finds you very talented and enjoys getting to see all of your little creations and masterpieces !!

📻𖤐 Bonus points if they’re a bit disturbing or dark, he’d love stuff like that (“Art should comfort the disturbed and disturb the comfortable” — Cesar A. Cruz)

📻𖤐 The only thing he isn’t particularly fond of in regards to your passion, however, is how little sleep you’re getting because of it.

📻𖤐 Your sleep schedule is completely fucked because of how often you get inspiration while trying to go to bed at night, because of course you just have to get up and go paint it every time.

📻𖤐 Oh and how messy you can get whilst you paint… which Alastor doesn’t actually mind as much as he wants you to think he does.

📻𖤐 He can shake his head and tut about it all he wants but he can’t deny the fact that getting to clean you up is something he enjoys doing for you.

📻𖤐 Plus, it’s always entertaining to see all the peculiar places the paint ends up on you each time he does. From your cheeks to your arms to more unusual places like your ears… it genuinely never does get old in his eyes ♡

It was another one of those nights. You were lying in your bed, trying to get some sleep and all of a sudden you got an amazing idea for a painting !! You couldn’t help but get up to go bring your ideas to life on a fresh canvas :-)

You went on with your usual routine, playing some music as you got your stuff all set up. Once everything was ready, off you were into your own little world as you painted away at 2:30 at night

Fortunately and unfortunately for Alastor, your room was right beside his. The walls were quite thin in the hotel.. even so, the loud music blaring wasn’t exactly hard to miss but it was even harder to fully relax with it playing.

You usually stopped your painting at around 7 or 8 in the morning so he figured this was going to be a long night….. he sighed to himself and went back to reading for a while (or at least attempting to for around 10 minutes or so.)

Eventually he did recognize a song you had playing, you’d played it for him before. It was after his time but he did quite like the melody

That’s when he got an idea of his own. his undying grin growing slightly as he bookmarked his book, set it to the side and made his way next door to your room.

He knocked on your door three times, waiting outside of it patiently as he heard you set your painting materials down. His ears twitched slightly.

Once you answered the door he waltzed inside cheerfully, not giving you a chance to speak or ask why he was here.

“Salutations my dear!! Up to the usual, I assume?” Alastor would ask, taking a curious look at the canvas you had been working on before glancing back over at you.

You gave him a smile and nodded “Yeah.. got a little inspiration and wanted to paint it before I forgot it.”

“Hm. Well, would it be too much to ask to pull you away from your work for a while?” He raised a brow as he tilted his head ever so slightly to the side, offering you his hand; offering a dance. And honestly you weren’t too surprised.

With a giggle and the grow of your smile, you happily took his hand and let him pull you closer to him as you two began to dance to the song playing in the background, your little masterpiece-in-progress long forgotten as you swayed with your favourite Radio Demon.

𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞, 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 ◟( ˃̶͈◡ ˂̶͈ )◞

ᯓ★ 𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐲

[ofmdrecaps]

10/26/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; S2 Finale Anniversary! Rhys Darby; Taika Waititi; Con O'Neill; Kristian Nairn; Samba Schutte & Damien Gerard; Rory Kinnear; Other Fandom Petition; Fan Spotlight: Cast Cards; AMuseOfFyre; Love Notes; Daily Darby/Today's Taika;

== S2 Finale Anniversary ==

It's been a year since the finale of S2 aired crew! What a year it has been! Our friends over at @adoptourcrew asked some important questions and would love to hear from you on their various socials!

Source: Adopt Our Crew Twitter

== Rhys Darby ==

Rhys is announcing his Midwest Comedy tours going on in Indiana and Missouri! The Helium Comedy Club in Indiana information is here and Missouri is here!

Source: Rhys' Instagram

== Taika Waititi ==

Taika out and about!

Source: Instagram

== Con O'Neill ==

Con was so appreciative of everyone coming to join him and the folks of The Men out at Alnwick Playhouse!

Source: Con O'Neill's Instagram

Deepest thank yous to the super sweet Radical Hysteria on Instagram for being kind enough to share these adorable shots with Con! It looked like everyone had such an amazing time!

Source: radical_hysteria on Instagram

== Kristian Nairn ==

Kristian was out at MCM Comic Con in the UK-- and god to meet up with none other than Dogpool!

Source: Kristian Nairn's Instagram

Kristian's also got a new event happening in Dundee, UK on November 29th! For more info, check out Progressia Events!

Source: Progressia Events

Annnnnd if that wasn't enough, Kristian's also going to be at Beastly Books in Santa Fe, New Mexico on October 31 from 7pm -8 pm! To learn more, checkout Beastly Books!

Source: Kristian's Instagram

== Samba Schutte & Damien Gerard ==

Call of Duty: Black Ops 6 released on the 25th-- and guess what? Both Samba, and Damien voice characters in the game! Yannick and Harry Stone!

Source: Samba Schutte's Instagram / Damien Gerard's Threads

Oh, and just by the way, Good Dead Entertainment has reported Advanced Chemistry has a 100 on the Popcorn Meter! Great job everyone! If you're still looking to help get Samba recognition, you can still do reviews on Amazon and other sites! For help on where, you can visit the repo for more info.

Source: GoodEntertainment Instagram

== Rory Kinnear ==

Our favorite Badminton Twins, Rory Kinnear..and well Rory Kinnear is going to be playing in the latest season of The Diplomat on Netflix! It premieres October 31st!

Source: Netflix Articles

== Other Fandom Petitions ==

Some other fans are hoping to get a full 6 episode series after the latest news about Good Omens only getting a 90 minute movie! They were so kind over the past year in sharing petitions for OFMD renewals, if you have a moment, and are willing, can you do a quick signature for them?

== Fan Spotlight ==

= Cast Cards =

More Cast Cards tonight from the ever-wonderful, sweetest person ever, @melvisik! First up is Rhett Giles! One of our Segment Producers! "Segment producers exist in television programs such as morning news shows. They produce the various “segments” in the show, such as a cooking, local news, or special weather report segment. They’re typically responsible for writing about stories assigned to them in. their production system from their Executive Producers, who get their stories from their news source like CNN." - The Film Fund

Next up is just a PLETHORA of awesome Stunt Performers! James Gerardi, Kieran Gallagher, Matthew Lorenceau, Raw Leiba, Tait Fletcher, and Steve Brown!

Source: @melvisik's Twitter

= A Muse of Fyre =

Another absolutely stunning muppet by our dear friend @amuseoffyre-- this time featuring Calico Jack! I am floored at how that mustache turned out!

Source: amuseoffyre's Instagram

== Love Notes ==

Hey lovelies <3 I hope your weekend ended up treating you well. Sending some mini-love notes your way tonight. Good luck on the week ahead!

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== Daily Darby / Today's Taika ==

No theme, just hair! Gifs courtesy of some of our Gif-Maker Extraordinaires, @fandomsmeantheworldtome and @fuckyeahworldoftaika <3

[solangelo]

I was wondering, do you have any recomendations on some long fics? Like, not just one chapter? Sorry if you had already posted something abou that. Anyway, thanks!!! (Really like your blog <<3333)

Absolutely!! I pretty much only read on Ao3 anymore so all of my recommendations are going to be there, but if others want to tack on their own recommendations in the comments they're always welcome to do so :)

A few things,

I tried to put content warnings on the bodies of work as I see fit, but some of these I read over a year ago and haven't looked at since so I apologize if I've missed something!

Additionally speaking, I've marked anything in which contains characters having sex with a red heart emoji ❤️ as it should be viewable on light and dark mode, across multiple forms of devices (ios vs android, etc) and should be readable to screen readers as well; As per previous notes on this blogs, any explicit depictions of characters having sex will also have them being explicitly over 18. Now without further ado-

I'm a huge fan of rabbit_soup's "Healing Takes Two" series, it's 13 pieces in total some of them are oneshots and others are multichapter but they all fit together making it a large body of text. The plot extends from Nico's three days in the infirmary to the early stages of their relationship and still seems to be ongoing with the author taking on rewriting some of their older pieces.

arum scarce by GalwayGirlo [16/20] AU ❤️:

Nico wakes up paralyzed following a motorcycle accident. Maybe Will Solace can help him get some feeling back?

(cw: suicidal ideation, a suicide attempt, adult having a relationship with a minor, "mafia stuff")

When I Get Home to You by 2nd2ndalto [10/10] Canon Compliant, Time Travel ❤️:

Will’s brow furrows."N - Nico?"

It’s impossible, this boy can’t be Nico, but the name falls from his lips without real conscious thought. Nico is 38 years old and probably sitting at home in their living room, hopefully having figured out how to fix the clogged dishwasher line, which is what he’d been planning on doing when Will left early this morning.

(cw: conversations about suicidal ideation and related topics, and young nico is involved so canon compliant trauma of his comes up as well)

talk your talk and go viral (i just need this love spiral) by wrongcaitlyn [34/34] and a part 2 currently at [2/?] chapters, Celebrity AU ft. Trans Nico:

“Keep telling yourself that,” Will says quietly, because even though the door is closed, speaking any louder would seem wrong. “You’re too harsh on yourself. If you wrote songs or something, you’d easily get on the Billboard Hot 100. Dad would help you. I would, too.”

“Promote it to your seven followers?”

“Yes!”

Nico laughs, and then Will is joining him, and they’re closer than before, but it’s nothing unusual. It’s been this way since before stupid feelings and stupid crushes, and Nico would be damned if he let it change just because of that.

(cw: alcoholism, childhood abuse and neglect, character death, car accidents, transphobia/homophobia/generalized queerphobia, gender dysphoria, suicidal ideation and related topics)

peach tea by ghosttotheparty [5/5] AU ft. Latino Will:

Will brushes his thumb over the side of Nico’s hand gently. His skin is soft. Nico’s fingers tighten on Will’s. It kind of feels like neither of them wants to move. Will doesn’t mind.

He sits up after a moment, but Nico doesn’t let go of his fingers, so he lifts the arm that’s awkward between them and sets it behind Nico, leaning back to rest on it. Nico just looks at the tapestry.

or; Will falls in love with the new kid.

(cw: mental health struggles, ptsd, anxiety/panic attacks, depression, grief, and character death)

What Could've Been Lights by athaleablaire [18/18], AU - I can’t remember if they have sex in this, rating is teen and up and all characters are over 18 but enter at your own risk:

In Will's eyes, he really has it all. A job as a surgeon at an amazing hospital, great friends-- what more could he ask for? Everything is going great until a man walks into his emergency room half-dead. In the mission to save his life, Will gets a little more than he bargained for.

(cw: injury and recovery, accusations of substance use)

a shadow in the rising sun by demigodbeautiies [9/13], AU Royalty, Arranged Marriage:

This is a story about the Ghost King.

Will Solace (crown prince in the Seventh Kingdom, politically useless as it may be) does not particularly want to be married to a thing of nightmares. He doesn't really have a choice, though. When does he ever? He allows his father to push him led into this politically advantageous, beauracratically necessary arrangement without too many complaints, and resigns himself to the fact he will be marrying a tyrant out of the tall tales his mother used to tell him when he was a boy.

Except then he meets his husband - a boy, and one younger than he is at that! - and realises that he has absolutely no idea what to expect. All he can hope for is that no one tries to kill him.

(cw: character death, character injury?)

NICO Centric:

Lethe by Eridans [8/8] Canon Compliant with a part 2 at [16/16]:

He's ten and ninety simultaneously, his mother was murdered and his sister is a stranger. He's got a deck of cards that he holds onto like a lifeline and an Italian-English dictionary that's old as hell and crumbling, but it's not as old as he is, and that makes him laugh.

The River Lethe was supposed to take away their memories, but Nico remembers his past, his days at home, the times he spent with his sister and mother at parades Mussolini hosted, where Maria sang the national anthem. The river tried to take away everything Nico cherished, and it could have been pure desperation or grief that made him remember his past.

Nico didn't know.

(cw: I started reading this fic over 8 years ago and haven't read it since it's last update 3 years ago, expect canon compliant events and themes to occur but otherwise proceed at your own risk, exercising caution and compassion for yourself where necessary <3)

WILL Centric:

Solace by solisaureus [11/11], Canon Compliant:

solace (n.) comfort or consolation in a time of distress or sadness.

solis (n.) the Latin word for "sun."

(cw: author includes their own content warnings at the start of each chapter!)

sprinkler splashes to fireplace ashes by whimsicalMedley [13/26] Canon Compliant ft. Trans Will Solace:

Contrary to his general disposition, William Andrew Solace was born in the middle of an October hurricane.

Or, Growing up is hard. It’s even harder when you’re the son of the sun god.

(cw: author includes their own content warnings at the start of each chapter!)

Hopefully this is a good place to get you started, nonnie!

[serial-serializednovelreader]

Nova’s Thoughts - Dracula Daily - August 10

In which Mina is once again…upset…

Man, that seat Mina found just comes in handy! They’re able to see the captain’s funeral, enjoy the sights and…oh, MR. SWALES DIED ON THAT SEAT THE SAME MORNING?!?! In a mysterious way with his neck broken and a face frozen in fear?! I don’t know about y’all, but I would not sit in that seat if I found out a man died there the same day. Just me? Just me. Pretty gothic of them to do so, I will give them that.

RIP Mr. Swales, you were a real one and oddly introspective towards the end there 🫡…I wonder if you saw a big dog before your death? Maybe one that turned into a man…? Just wondering.

Pro tip: if your dog is acting strangely, LISTEN TO IT. They have sixth senses and usually can tell if there’s a vampire coming your way (which isn’t at all relevant to this story I’m sure /s)

There is something really strange about that seat to make the dog scared like that. Poor puppy :( (yes I’m one of those that will consider a 14 year old dog a “puppy”). I’m glad Mina tried to comfort it.

I also feel for Lucy…I’ve also been described as “hypersensitive” before. :/ deep empathy can be great, but can also be difficult to live with at times.

Love that Mina’s like “yes I’ll try making her walk a lot to tire her out so she won’t sleepwalk. That’ll work :)” Mina is TIRED I can tell 😭😭

As evidenced by her next line at 11 p.m. “Oh, but I am tired!”

C O W S :)

Mina may not believe in the New Woman but I believe in her. <3

Speaking of, very right about the proposal thing. And she thinks we’ll do a good job of it too 🥹 (could I be interpreting that wrong? Sure. But hey, I’ll take it)

Wow she can’t even complete her worries about Jonathan now…she’s really bad off I think. I feel like it parallels how towards the end of Jonathan’s stay in castle Dracula, he would end off every entry with mentioning Mina. Just…them <3333

[baddreamsandoldbones]

Hellcheer Week Day 10: Cannibals

The woods weren’t as empty as they would have liked. 

“People everywhere,” Nancy mutters with disgust. She looks great in her plaid coat, striding ahead of them. “Vultures.”

“They’re here to look at a crime scene,” Eddie points out. Fitting for the weather, he’s wearing his Uncle Wayne’s old coat, something huge and dark that smells of cloves. He’s got Chrissy’s hand in his and swings it jauntily as they stroll along, as though they’re on a date in the park. “Aren’t we also here to look at a crime scene?”

“We’re not here to gawp,” Nancy says fiercely, as yet another group of people can be spotted wandering through the trees. Chrissy grips Eddie’s hand and feels briefly guilty. This really isn’t their place. 

“Maybe we should have gone with the others to the library,” Chrissy murmurs quietly to Eddie. She hadn’t been expecting the phone call so early this morning, her brother shouting for her at the bottom of the stairs. But there was weirdness afoot in Hawkins again and the party had been hurriedly assembled. “I don’t know what use we are out here.”

“Steve might have been better,” Eddie agrees. “In case this is magic…do we think that it’s magic?”

“I don’t know,” Nancy says tersely. “He didn’t seem to think so.”

“He thinks beastie,” Argyle chimes in, trailing behind. He’d been reluctant to even come, which Chrissy can understand. This is not how she’d expected to be spending her weekend. “Which is why I’m here.” 

“Chrissy and Eddie are cover,” Nancy says, sounding thoroughly tired of them all. Chrissy occasionally feels sorry for her - at the end of the day, they’re still Robin’s Slayerettes, and that means they’re not exactly the crack team that Nancy would have liked. “Argyle is here to use his super senses and I’m here to make sure none of you get eaten in case.”

“At least there’s plenty of other options,” Eddie says, watching the curious party ahead of them. “Buffet style. Hey, do we know exactly where this campsite is?”

Because they’ve been walking through the woods for fifteen minutes now, the gray October sky pushed out by the thick canopy of trees. The woods in Hawkins cover a vast expanse, bordering the town on all sides. It brushes against the high school, it wraps around the trailer park, it’s visible from Chrissy’s bedroom in Loch Nora.

“I don’t know how we’re cover,” Chrissy says and Eddie squeezes her hand. 

“Innocent young couple on a walk,” he says and then makes a face. “Into a wood where four people recently went missing. Not great. But I think they were hoping to use your…you know, thing?”

“Ah,” Chrissy says heavily. “My thing.” 

No wonder they’re the team that’s been sent out into the woods. Because when a party of six go into the woods on Thursday night and two of them emerge, blood-stained and hysterical, on Saturday morning, it’s a clear sign that something needs investigating. 

“We just have to find the damn campsite first!” Nancy hollers over her shoulder. 

“The police actually doing their jobs,” Eddie muses, as they follow in Nancy’s quick footsteps. “Who knew?”

“Be nice,” Chrissy chides. Unfortunately, on a few occasions, the Hawkins Police have made their jobs a little harder by interfering, trampling evidence or arresting the wrong suspect. Hopper is in their corner, the only one privy to the truth about their town, but he can only do so much. There’s too much for one man to cover up without people noticing. 

But in this particular case, the officer in charge has locked it down pretty well. The location of the campsite has been kept a well-guarded secret, and so far the two survivors have been hidden away at the local hospital, with police watching their doors. Chrissy wishes she could tell them that they don’t need to fear this - whatever killed their friends can’t walk through the front doors. It probably has no need to leave the woods. 

Especially with all of these willing, interested parties…which is why Nancy is here. 

Argyle stops abruptly behind them and when Chrissy turns back, she can see he’s got his nose raised to the air. 

“Got something?” she asks, as Eddie calls for Nancy to stop. Argyle inhales deeply - his senses aren’t as strong as when he’s in wolf form but he can still hear, see and smell things that the rest of them couldn’t even dream of. 

“I think so,” Argyle says and then wrinkles up his nose. “Definitely blood.”

“Yay,” Eddie says, so completely deadpan that Chrissy isn’t quite sure if he’s joking or not. But Nancy is stomping back this way, so they follow Argyle as he takes them through a clump of bushes. 

It’s out of the way - no wonder no one else has found it. They have to push through thick greenery to find the clearing and the first sign that they’re not about to head off a cliff is the flash of neon yellow. 

The campsite has been cordoned off by police tape…or what’s left of it. Eddie nudges at a scrap of tent fabric with his toe, looking disappointed. Aside from the flattened grass and the odd stray bit of debris, the site is empty. The bright police tape is the only sign that anything happened here at all. 

“I suppose the police took most of it away,” he says despondently. Argyle paces around the clearing, still focused. 

“This does not smell good,” he says finally. Nancy pushes herself up from where she’s been investigating some of the items scattered around the camp. Some of it is ordinary - a chocolate wrapper, a tent peg - but some of it shouldn’t be here. 

“There’s too many pieces of the tent,” Nancy says worriedly, rubbing her fingers against the scrap in her hand. “Far too many…”

“Yeah,” Eddie says in a strange voice. He’s staring down at his hand, all jokes faded away. “Generally what happens when something shreds the tent to get at what’s inside.”

Unlike some of the others, the piece that Eddie is holding is stained with blood, rust red against the thick material. Argyle just looks repulsed - he clearly tracked the strong smell of blood here. 

“So they are dead,” Chrissy says, heart sinking. This is what she hates about this job. Somehow they’re always just a little too late to save someone. Even with her visions she doesn’t always know when something is coming. 

“Shit,” Nancy curses and digs a plastic bag out of her pocket. “Okay, all evidence gets bagged up. We need to find something that can lead us to whatever this thing is.”

They poke around in the undergrowth until Chrissy’s fingers start to grow cold. Who goes camping in September anyway? 

But then she finds something trapped under the wet mass of leaves, black and shiny against the slick ground. 

They’re running. She can see it, how they race through these woods - the exact same ones that they’re standing in now. Eddie has her by the hand, fingers clenched tightly around her own, while Nancy easily keeps pace. She could effortlessly overtake them both, disappearing through the dark woods before either of them could protest about it. But it’s Nancy and she wouldn’t leave them.

“Where are the others?” Eddie shouts. 

“I didn’t see them!” Nancy says to Chrissy’s horror. “Don’t stop. We can’t help them if we’re dead.”

“Do we get out of the woods?” Eddie asks, almost stumbling over a vine. Chrissy just manages to veer around it at the last second. “What the fuck do we do?”

“Get out first!” Nancy shouts but Chrissy can hear the strain in her voice. Their first plan failed. They’re running for their lives. Whatever they’ve been hunting in these woods has found them first. 

“Shit!” Eddie says furiously before an unholy screech behind them cuts him off cold.

“Move faster,” Nancy says urgently. She’s twisted her head back to look as she runs, her Slayer reflexes and grace allowing her to do so. “Don’t look back!”

“It’s behind us, isn’t it?” Chrissy asks, her voice coming out in a pant. She hasn’t run quite like this since their coach last year made them run laps. “We can’t outrun it!”

Nancy skids to a halt, pulling a knife out of her jacket. Chrissy tries to stop and finds that Eddie won’t let her. 

“Get out!” Nancy shouts and Chrissy tugs against Eddie’s grip. She’s made the mistake of looking back at their friend and there’s something dark, with leathery skin and glinting eyes up in the trees. 

“We can’t leave her!” she shrieks and Eddie merely stops and lifts her up instead. He’s done it before, pulling her into his arms, sweeping her legs up to cradle her but that’s always been to take her to bed. Now he does it with a frightening look on his face, that he won’t be stopped or reasoned with. 

“She’s our friend!” Chrissy argues but Eddie just shakes his head. 

“She can fight and we can’t,” he says. His arms are like a vice grip around her waist, keeping her in place. “I’m not leaving you to be eaten by that…that thing.”

The monster behind them is little more than a shadow as it tracks Nancy from the trees, nothing more than the glow of its eyes as it circles her. Chrissy tries to crane her neck to get a better look, anything that might help identify it. But all she sees are tattered wings, long, twisted hands digging into the bark of the tree. 

“Chrissy!” 

This voice is too close and Chrissy slams back into her own body to find herself cradled in Eddie’s arms. His look of relief almost makes her want to cry and she wonders how long she’s been gone in the vision. 

“What was it?” Nancy asks urgently, crouching by Chrissy’s side but Eddie just pushes her back. He can’t bear anyone being close to Chrissy when she’s had a vision. Nancy means well but she only wants what Chrissy has learned. 

“Give her some space!” he snaps and cradles Chrissy’s head with his palm. “Chris, baby, are you okay?”

“Yeah,” Chrissy says. She’s really fucking not. She keeps hoping that maybe one day this will all get easier but judging by her friends’ concern, it’s only getting worse. She remembers being bent down, plucking something out of the grass. She must have fallen when the vision hit her. 

She raises her hand because whatever she grabbed is still tucked tightly in her palm. Her friends all stare as she opens her hand, and she takes in their faces as they try to work out what it is. She suspects that Argyle must already know - or think he knows - as he breathes in. 

“Is it another piece of fabric?” Nancy asks finally, with a frown. “It’s not green, like the others…”

“Someone’s bag?” Eddie asks and prods at it with the one hand that isn’t still supporting Chrissy. Chrissy knows what he feels: the smoothness of it, how supple and strangely familiar it is. It’s not fabric. It’s the only piece of the monster that they have and who knows how it came to be here. Who knows what it cost one of the campers to cut it off. 

“It’s skin,” Chrissy says. 

@hellcheerweek

[my-exmo-life]

|| TW for Mormonism, internalised fatphobia, discussions of fatphobia and diets, negative self talk ||

Pls excuse me I’m mildly tipsy (but not tipsy enough that I can’t add a TW bc we respect people here on this blog)

You know what we don’t talk about enough? The idealisation of thinness in the Mormon church.

All the aesthetics and ideals are of these size 0 blonde white women and, shockingly, that’s harmful.

I discovered this week that wearing a skirt is triggering for me bc it makes me look a little bigger and makes my belly relax from the default “must suck in”.

IM NOT EVEN OVERWEIGHT.

I’m a little “bigger�� than I “should be” according to society but dear fucking god who cares?? Call the goddamn police, I guess it’s a crime to love food.

I bought a beautiful skirt. It’s got kinda witchy vibes. These cool suns and moons and it’s so breathable and comfy. I wore it work. AND GUESS FUCKING WHAT. I was uncomfortable all day.

I looked fucking amazing even tho I was just at work. But my stomach said lol nope you don’t get to be comfy without suffering.

I’ve taken to just measuring the waists of pants I want to buy so I don’t have to try them on (usually works just fine) so I did that to a pair of jeans I was wanting to buy (I’d already bought a smaller size that didn’t fit and I was doing a great job feeling neutral about having to size up)

So I measured the waist and saw it should fit but out of paranoia I measured my own and IT HAD GONE UP 10 FUCKING CENTIMETRES.

So I tried the jeans on anyway bc hey, why not, I feel like shit anyway. And it was too tight. Logically I know I was just bloated and shit but there was that little voice in my head that was going “fat, gross, disgusting, whale, etc”

And it sounded just like all the Mormon women that came before me. My mom. My grandmother. My aunt. All women I love and adore and who I don’t have a single memory of when they weren’t on a diet.

I hate that fat phobia is so baked into this religion. I’ve been out for going on 3 years and it’s still fucking affecting me. I can’t wear my beautiful new skirt because it fucks me up too much.

I’m planning to deprogram myself so I can just wear the fucking skirt but I have no idea how long it’ll take. I’ll do it tho. I know that much.

Also guess what. I measured my waist again the next morning. Back down ten centimetres.

If we ever want girls and women and just people in general to feel even slightly normal about their bodies we need to teach them about weight fluctuations and that they’re normal.

I know through experience and research that they’re normal. But I still felt like shit in that moment. It’s just fatphobia, plain and simple.

[running-swimming-living]

I took a break from tumblr but I’m back now. My life has had its ups and downs and I felt I needed more support in my day to day life. This place has always been a great place to post struggles, successes and feel lifted up from the positive interactions I have with my mutuals and followers. So I’m back!

My close friend is having a crisis. I’ve only known him for a year or so. But I still care and worry for him. He is isolating and I want to show my care and concern without bombarding him with too much attention especially if he wants to be alone. It’s a fine line. I miss him though ☹️

I went out with another friend and we got manicures for the first time. I enjoyed it and like seeing my nails look so clean and well taken care of. But the price was a bit too much so I will probably not go back or wait a long time between visits.

My tutoring company is coming together. The kids I work with are all really great. I am a little rusty and need to study to stay caught up. I think I am professional and well articulated. My prices r good. I’m hoping to study up and establish myself and then get a regular morning shift job with tutoring in the evenings in the next tax year.

My schizoaffective disorder is managed. I feel like mentioning it bc it gives perspective into my situation and struggles.

Halloween is coming up. I am going as an Amazon delivery driver. I am going to carry around a box of candy and hand it out. Heading to a party the day of. I wanted to do pumpkin carving but my mental health clubhouse schedule and my tutoring schedule overlapped. So I’m missing out ☹️ they’re having a murder mystery night and I can’t go.

My friends have also been supporting me in weight loss. My friend I got my manicure with has been great source of camaraderie. We both want to lose weight so it’s refreshing to have those conversations with her. My other friend wants to go to the gym with me. He runs like 10 miles at a time 😅but yea. Well lift and it’ll be good for me. He can push me.

My therapist says I’m thriving and I’m starting to see it. I’ve been watching virgin river on Netflix per her request and it’s fun. It’s been helping my social anxiety a lot. I be taking notes lol.

That’s all. A short fall run. I love fall ❤️🍁🍂

[cloudyartboi]

Vent post

I don’t even think Imma draw any art for this post cuz the art that comes with all my vent posts just doesn’t serves any purpose other than to give the post a reason to even exist besides the venting part and not look all that depressing. I might delete this post later on, but I just gotta let some of this out of my system. 

Sorry if I use more mature language. This has probably been the most tiring and stressful summer of my life, partly due to having to attend summer classes to introduce me to college, but also cuz I’m having to do a ton of appointments and having to go and try to do things like apply for an ID card appointment, have to go to my college cuz I keep having issues applying for stuff, I’m having to get ready to go places at 9 or 10 in the morning, only to come back home at 3 or 4pm most weekdays (and on school days I have to wake up as early as 6am to go to school and then arrive back home at 4pm after everything), and the fact that some days I’ll have to be at school as late as 6pm.

In June I had to spend a lot of the early month getting ready for my graduation, getting application stuff sorted out, and starting summer classes, and now in July, I gotta deal with finals for the summer classes coming up, applying for an ID card, and also having to go out and leave the house for like six hours during certain days.

I feel like this is the world’s way of showing me how adulthood’s gonna be like since I’m almost 18 years old now………………………… Either way it’s definitely doing a good job at making me feel even more like I’m definitely not gonna handle it well…..

There’s also stuff like me feeling kinda empty inside a lot of the time, and I usually feel alone during the night despite that being the time where I’m the most active and motivated to do anything. I at least have some ppl I can talk to and they’re great, but there’s still this feeling of emptiness and wanting to find more ppl even tho I already friends, so am I just an ungrateful dumbass who can’t be happy for having things pretty good all things considered?

I would’ve said I didn’t feel as bad as I did last year, and while that’s probably true with the lonely part, other factors, and especially the ones that are a result of me about to enter the adult world are making this summer feel way more stressful than the previous one.

You might be better off just ignoring this since I just made this as a way to let some feelings out.

Again might delete later…..

[artknifeandglue]

as shattered stars shine: DVD Commentary (4/12)

“You,” Eggsy grits out between clenched teeth, “are the fucking worst.” Harry laughs, the low chuckle vibrating in his chest and into Eggsy’s.

Not planning to post the explicit bits on Tumblr because they’re already on AO3, but commentary still possible! Fun fact: most of the smut was written on pen and paper as a first draft, and I was terrified the waiters would be able to read my handwriting. Either they can’t read cursive or they didn’t notice/care, which is great lol

The hallway is still empty and quiet, no alarms blaring or footfalls in the distance thundering closer. They must not have been discovered, then. That itself is sort of unbelievable, if he’s being honest – the whole get in, swap out a bag for a completely identical bag, fuck off before anyone notices thing still sounds like a stupid plan. Not because it doesn’t work �� it works a treat, actually, but the not-insignificant overlap between actual Kingsman tactics and the shit he’d learnt at sixteen while perched on some posh git’s windowsill still catches him off guard at times, especially when it’s some highly accomplished bastard like Percival or Tristan or Harry himself making off with some maniac’s missile schematics instead of Connor and his mates grabbing wallets and laptops and fancy shit that’ll pay for a week or two of food. This time, he’s actually doing the stealing, and the pay’s a hell of a lot better than the hundred or so quid he used to get as a lookout.

Plus, the well-dressed bloke with his hand currently down the front of Eggsy’s pants ain’t exactly easy to come by on the streets. So, you know, bonus.

Eggsy Unwin, super spy, but also excellent thief.

Once he regains the ability to string words into a coherent sentence, he lets his head fall forward to thud onto Harry’s shoulder. “Gimme a moment,” he says, still breathless, “and it’ll be your turn, yeah?”

Instead of Harry, it’s Merlin who replies. “Gentlemen, if you’re quite done,” he says in the voice of someone contemplating whether or not to disembowel a man, “would you maybe like to get a move on?”

Poor Merlin. This is what you get for being good at your job.

Eggsy wakes the next morning to find sun spilling through the gap between the heavy velvet curtains, pouring out onto the floor in a trail of brilliant yellow-orange that begins from the edges of the curtains and blazes a path along the carpet, up onto the side of the bed and across the duvet, its warmth seeping into the covers. Outside, the world keeps spinning, people and planets hurrying along their orbits and flight paths on their way to somewhere else in space. Here, curled up on thousand-thread-count sheets that smell like cedar and sandalwood and the ridiculously posh body wash sitting on the shelf in Harry’s bathroom, centuries pass in seconds and second stretch into centuries. The world itself seems so far away, as though it has stopped by the threshold of the front door and sits there, just waiting. Harry watches him through eyes soft with love, a small smile gracing his lips. “Good morning.”

Spot the callback to a previous scene! The beautiful and the terrible can coexist. I think.

“What time are we supposed to meet Merlin?”

“Eleven.” The bedside clock wordlessly blinks its judgment at them, the 10:47 on its digital face too big to ignore or pretend not to see, and Eggsy buries his face into Harry’s pillow and groans. Harry pats his shoulder indulgently, but he remains where he is on the bed, warm and within reach, and Eggsy takes it as his cue to not move either.

Amidst the rapidly fading drowsiness, conscience comes calling. “One of us,” Harry mutters, “should call Merlin to reschedule.” Eggsy ends up being the one to call, clumsily smushing his glasses onto his face and leaving fingerprints on the lenses as the dial tone rings alongside the sounds of the shower on full blast behind the closed bathroom door. The man of the hour hears out his request to reschedule with a note of resentful resignation, tells him to come by after two, and hangs up midway through muttering something about Galahads.

The look on Merlin’s face when they finally arrive in the briefing room at a perfectly respectable half past four is priceless.

“Late again” is the Hartwin family motto. Then again, it’s not like Merlin goes anywhere else.

Five months pass quietly before Eggsy finds himself no longer alone in a room where he should be. “I have to ask,” the unwelcome visitor in Eggsy’s office begins, ignoring the ugly scowl that Eggsy levels at him. “Do you not value your life or something?”

Worth pointing out: Mephisto doesn’t need to try and get Eggsy killed, because he’s more than capable of doing that himself. Having a devil who keeps his word and acts in an honourable manner is something that I’ve always wanted to explore, and what better way to do it than put him in a fic with the Kingsman boys and have him be quite gentlemanly about everything?

Not that Kingsman would retrieve him anyway — he’s acutely familiar with the protocols for fallen agents, all of which are variations on the same leave him and get the fuck out of there theme. Pragmatic at best, downright heartless at worst, and isn’t that exactly how Harry got to wake up in a mortuary fridge?

Foreshadowing!

The other man raises both hands in a gesture of surrender. “I’m just saying, Eggsy Unwin, it’s a dangerous game to play. You do know our bargain still holds if you get yourself killed, yes?”

“You’re not allowed to kill me,” Eggsy points out. “That’s cheating.”

The visitor lets out a snort of disbelief, shaking his head. “I don’t plan to. That doesn’t mean I’ll keep you alive any longer than necessary, you know.” He pauses, fingers stilling around his ring as mischief creeps into the corners of his smile. “Unless, of course, you want to trade me something for it?”

Eggsy lobs a folder at his head.

I say that, but it doesn’t mean he can’t be opportunistic lol

Harry Hart is even less of a morning person than Eggsy is, but he does have a routine of sorts going, and so Eggsy often wakes up to the aroma of coffee wafting through the house. Waking up to flowers and breakfast in bed, however, comes as a bit of a surprise. He blinks several times at Harry until it dawns on him what might be happening, and a glance at his phone confirms what date it is. “What’d you do,” Eggsy grumbles, a token protest because attempting to beat Harry at this game is a lost cause, “read my file?”

I wonder if birthdays were ever really a big thing for Eggsy. Probably not.

Later, as night ticks over into morning, Harry taps lightly on Eggsy’s shoulder. “I didn’t ask,” he begins, tracing idle patterns on Eggsy’s bare shoulder where his hand sits, his arm warm and solid around Eggsy’s back, “but I can’t help being curious. What did you wish for?”

Eggsy looks up at Harry, at the curl of his hair still damp from the shower, and answers, “You.” It’s the correct answer to a different question, a wish made and granted a long time ago, precious enough that he doesn’t need anything more. And if all wishes come at that price, he thinks, then maybe he’s had enough wishes for a lifetime. “I wished for you.” The night is the only witness to the lovely warmth in Harry’s smile, to the kiss that Harry presses to Eggsy’s lips.

Gleaming and glittering in their places, the stars are bright tonight.

They’re in loooooooove but also, a lovely romantic night for them to spend time together. Ominous in the appearance of the stars and the implications they carry, but still, happy birthday Eggsy.

Months and months of various missions later, Eggsy finally has a decent idea where to look for the nutcase supplying half the world’s separatists with grenade launchers they definitely aren’t supposed to have. He heads into the briefing room bright and early at five past nine in the morning. Merlin greets him with a grumbled “How do you two live together and still manage to turn up late?”, to which Eggsy shrugs and plops himself into the Galahad chair, winking in Harry’s direction to see the small fond smile blooming on Harry’s lips.

Setup to get them into the endgame of this fic, but also, Hartwin giving Merlin stress headaches.

“What’ve we got?” Eggsy asks as he picks up the folder that Merlin slides across the table. Most of its contents are familiar, material already covered in his previous mission reports. Suspected links to unsavoury organisations with a fondness for bullets and explosives, existing intel on trade links and criminal partners, so on and so forth. Eggsy skims through the bulk of the folder before flipping all the way to the last section with its small maroon page flag, steeling himself for a rough-and-dirty mission in the far-flung lands of—

“Prague?” Eggsy repeats disbelievingly. “He’s running an arms smuggling business out of Prague?”

Merlin blinks at him. “What’s wrong with Prague?”

So I picked Prague somewhat at random from my list of places I wanted to travel to, but then I did actually have a chance to go visit for a short while in December. Yay! Plenty of time to research and take a look at the locations mentioned and see if this still worked. Also managed to avoid a shooting by switching the date of my visit at the last minute, so that’s great.

“Alright, then. Might as well — I’ve never been to Prague.” Eggsy studies the last section of the folder, satellite images and maps and an aerial view of what must be a beautiful city. “Hope it’s nice.”

“I think you’ll like it,” Harry answers. Eggsy looks up to find him looking over, his gaze soft and full of love, and smiles.

Can confirm Prague was very nice. I did not visit with the aim of finding spies, though, so no confirmation there. Anyway, boyfriends on holiday!

[datusaguy]

Before I see even more posts and comments talking about the Fionna and Cake finale, I wanna write down my initial impressions before I see too much more analysis. I watched the episodes last night right before going to sleep, but now it’s the morning for me so I may not remember everything as exactly but it’s still relatively fresh.

Overall, I did enjoy both episode 9 and 10, the show in general was quite enjoyable. I did feel like the ending was underwhelming when I had just watched it, but on further thought, I think it did wrap up satisfyingly.

I think I might have just had the wrong expectations going in. I recall seeing a post that said something to the effect of “Tom Kenny said episode 9 was the most emotional thing he’s ever recorded.” When watching the last 2 episodes though, I kept waiting for a really emotional moment, although it never came. I don’t know if I had misremembered what the quote from Tom Kenny was or maybe it was a bullshit quote or what, but I think I setup the wrong expectations for the episode.

Also, just in general I haven’t watched that many currently ongoing shows that don’t dump whole seasons at a time for a while. So when someone like Fionna and Cake comes along where I’m actually excited each week for a new pair of episodes, I’m not very used to tempering my expectations. I don’t think I hyped myself that much though.

Anyways, to the actual ending, here’s my thoughts for Simon and Fionna + Cake separately.

For Simon, I think just a bit more time to connect everything together at the end would’ve been nice, but I think I enjoyed it a lot overall. Betty really hammered in that Simon fucked up a lot by leading him to the Casper and Nova story. For a man who already hate himself a lot and has been planning to essentially “kill” the Simon part of himself via wearing the crown, it’s a strange thing for Betty to hammer in his mistakes. I think it works though with what Betty follows it up with.

Even after all the mistakes and pain in their relationship with Betty being GOLB now, she still enjoys her memories of Simon. She values him and doesn’t let him put on the crown. She also helps save Fionna and Cake’s world, thereby making any decision with the crown just for himself.

So Simon essentially gets to ask himself if he’s worthwhile. Does his life matter? Even with all the mistakes he’s made throughout his life though, the answer is yes. He’s not a perfect father for Marceline, but he got to see the alternative of him not being around. We also only got a little bit of Marceline in episode 2, but what we did see was her happy. Then there’s Betty who, despite everything, still cared for him and valued him. Then of course there’s Fionna and Cake who spend most of the show warming up to and caring for Simon. Also want to mention that while their bond isn’t great, Finn does also care for Simon and tries to help him out.

Simon starts off the show hating his life. By the end though, I think they came to a satisfying way for Simon to care for himself.

Then there’s Fionna and Cake. I do think their situation does parallel some of Simon’s stuff. Similar to how Simon feels, they’re all “mistakes,” especially Fionna. We start off seeing her struggles to keep a job and find happiness in her life. Then there’s the fact that her and Cake spend most of the show being chased by some god-like bug guy who wants to annihilate for being a “mistake.”

We also see them make mistakes in their journey to find the crown. Like the whole “attacking innocent candy people” thing definitely isn’t very great. Or them just watching BMO kill themselves. They also didn’t do great in helping the war against Vampires.

Despite their mistakes and flaws however with both themselves and their world, by the end, they still chose to stick by their world and make the most of it. Fionna and Cake have had each other the whole way through and they’ve made friends along the way in life like Gary and Simon.

My main problem is that I don’t feel like they did enough to show why Fionna and Cake still want to live in their normal world. While Fionna I think did have moments of “hey, I don’t think this whole magic and adventure thing is really for me,” I don’t feel like they focused that much on her alternative of living in her current world. That is until the very end of the show at which point, it felt rushed.

Edit: Thinking about it more, I do think there was quite a bit of Fionna and Cake realizing that a “magical world” isn’t the perfect solution to their problem. It wasn’t just a few moments of Fionna going “oh maybe this isn’t great.”

As much as I enjoyed seeing Marshall and Gary’s romance unfold, I think it could’ve helped to show flashbacks of Fionna and Cake instead. Those segments did help me get invested in their world and a lot of the show already helped make me invested in Fionna and Cake, but I didn’t feel invested in them being in their own world. So I think having flashbacks for Fionna and Cake instead would’ve helped connect them back to their world more to setup the finale better, while still taking the time to make us care for the world in general.

Anyways, I liked the show overall. I did enjoy the stories both overall and episode-by-episode. There was also some good laughs in there and I thought the presentation was really great. I remember first hearing about this show and not really being that interested as despite having watched all of Adventure Time (especially a lot when growing up), I felt content with what we had. So I’m somewhat surprised by how into Fionna and Cake I got. On the other hand though, I did wear a Jake hat for fucking years in elementary school partly because I loved Adventure Time so much so I guess it shouldn’t be that surprising.

[gobbluthbutagirl]

last night my sister, who’s 21 with a 1-year-old son(whose father is a deadbeat pothead and contributes nothing financially to his upbringing), and who makes like $10 an hour working full-time in a daycare where she’s exposed to every disease under the sun, was like, “would you guys judge me if i quit the daycare and went back to working at wendy’s? wendy’s pays a little bit more and it’s way less stressful and if i could work part-time in the mornings only i could start taking college classes in the afternoons/evenings/nights.” and of course we’re all like No of course we wouldn’t judge you that sounds like a really great idea! Except for my fucking brother who was like, “why would you want to work at wendy’s when you could come work at dunkin with me?” and we were all like matthew we literally don’t even want YOU working at dunkin why in god’s name would she want to join you.

And keep in mind over the past few months dunkin literally demoted my brother from manager to assistant manager, reduced his pay, and brought over this insane woman from another dunkin to replace him. And she came to work high, did shots while on the clock, and was arrested back in 2014 along with several of her family members for keeping 15 children in a filthy trailer. And she hired this dude that everyone told her not to hire because he had bad vibes AS A SHIFT LEAD and literal weeks later(he didn’t even make it a month) he got fired for actually smoking meth on the job. and he also once got written up for leaving the sink running all night when he closed. And she also hired this 25-year-old white girl who never had a job before in her life who had a panic attack when they put her in the drive thru window one day and then like two days later suggested she should be in the drive thru window instead of her black coworker because “our tips will be higher if people see a white girl in the window” and then quit after less than a week of working there because “i’m not racist, and you guys are bullying me for my analytical mind.” And now that new manager has already quit and they’ve already brought in some old dude to be the NEW new manager and they’re paying him a dollar more than they used to pay my brother when he was the manager.

and my brother is like, “you wouldn’t even want me working there if i was the manager?” And i was like no because you already were the manager and you fucking sucked at it because you dedicated all your time to the job and totally neglected your actual life and you got in so much trouble for all the overtime you gave yourself that they literally demoted you. And then my dad was like, maybe you should go work at wendy’s with abby and he got SO offended. And yet he still didn’t seem to understand why she was offended when he suggested she work at dunkin with him. and meanwhile she’s still kind of outlining her reasons for wanting to leave the daycare, all very good and valid reasons, and my brother is over there acting like a fucking clown. Like making fun of my mom’s accent and trying to get her to say certain words so he can record it and all of this nonsense. and my sister is trying to have a serious conversation with everybody about her future and what she wants to do with her life for her own sake and the sake of her son, and she’s clearly thought about this a lot and is nervous to share it with us!!! like, now is not the fucking time! So i’m like, matthew i think you’re being kind of inappropriate right now. And one thing about me is if EYE have to be the one to tell you you’re being inappropriate, you are REALLY being fucking inappropriate. so he kind of shut up after that and didn’t say anything else. But he also didn’t say anything really in support of our sister and it’s like, what the hell???

Like, terminal case of dunkin brain rot over here. and just because you’ve worked at this one lame ass dead end job for a quarter of your life(he’s 24 and has been there since he was 18) doesn’t mean you can’t be happy for your little sister who is making the decision to take steps to improve her quality of life!! like what the hell man. i really don’t get it.

[picnokinesis]

15 Questions / 15 Mutuals 

Got tagged by @eldritch-ace - hello there!! Thank you for the tag :D

1) Are you named after anyone? Hm I mean, technically ‘Taka’ is a nickname that the fabulous @archervale gave me, and it’s a reference to Hawkeye from the Avengers. So....yes? Irl name wise, I believe my name is both biblical and runs in my family, which is why my parents picked it. 

2) When was the last time you cried? Honestly not completely sure lol. Hmm I definitely cried watching the end of episode 8 of The Last of Us, so maybe then? That feels like it was a while ago though, so maybe some other time in between then. I don’t remember though rip

3) Do you have kids? Biological kids? No. Original characters? Yes. They are my kids

4) Do you use sarcasm a lot? I try to, and sometimes I nail it, sometimes I don’t hahah

5) What sports do you play/have played? I mean, I don’t intentionally do any sports, other than what I was made to do at school, but I do run around frequently out of choice, mostly during my job haha. And I used to do cycling. I also do a reasonable amount of walking, actually! 

6) What's the first thing you notice about other people? Whether or not they’re wearing Doctor Who merch

7) What's your eye color? Brown

8) Scary movies or happy endings? Angst. (But real talk - happy endings. I can’t do scary movies hahah and I generally do love my angst with a happy ending, or at least a hopeful/cathartic one)

9) Any special talents? I’m unbelievably good at being unable to shut up about whatever I’m obsessed with at that current moment. I also do this ‘teleporting’ thing where I move quickly or people don’t notice me take a more efficient route (usually, this happens at work) and I seem to suddenly ‘appear’ in places. I often use this for evil to unnerve visitors on tours by going from the back to the front without anyone seeing me move, and it brings me great joy

10) Where were you born? In a hospital. Fun fact, when I was born, the nurses didn’t write down the time of birth, and my mum was just like ‘at some point in the morning’ so like. I don’t actually know what time I was born haha. I guess you could say I’m....I’m a....timeless ch- *gets shot*

11) What are your hobbies? I draw, I write, I play percussion in an orchestra (currently learning glock and xylo which are haaaard), I sing in my church choir and I also like writing music! I mainly do electronic music, using samples I’ve recorded irl (like a squeaking gate) and turning them into synthesisers! I’ve actually got a whole album/EP’s worth of music and I want to put it up somewhere on the internet soon

12) Do you have any pets? Do the grasshoppers in my garden count

13) How tall are you? Uhhhhhhh 5′7″ i believe but i don’t remember

14) Favourite subject in school? English

15) Dream job? Would love to be a tv script writer and/or documentary presenter tbh. Like, getting to write cool stories and someone else makes them for me? And then get to talk excitedly about cool stuff?? Sign me up

 No pressure ofc, but here are some tags!

@archervale ; @chaoticacecryptid ; @sunshinedaysforever ; @gabeorelse ; @southernlynxx ; @novantinuum ; @kasterborous-constellation ; @emptyofdust ; @strikingtwelves ; @puffins-studio ; @echo84 ; @theoreticalabsurdity ; @krebkrebkreb ; @1-of-those-things ; @sadgician

[wondcrstrucks]

☆ –– (chris evans, he/him, cis man) who is SAWYER CLARINGTON anyways? ew. you don’t know about HIM, we’ll bet you want to. they’re feeling 42 and RUNNING WITH HIS DOGS feels like a perfect night to them. rumor has it they’re FINICKY and OVERCRITICAL because they care, but they’re also INTELLIGENT and COMPASSIONATE in the best way. HE works to make a little money as an CO-OWNER OF SWEET NOTHING & BAKER. they’ve rented a place on cornelia street in the form of A BROWNSTONE. EVERMORE (A) & SWEET NOTHING (B) is the song they could dance to the beat of forevermore.

STATS !

birth name : sawyer jasper clarington nick name : baker boy birth date : june 13th sexuality: bisexual biromantic currently residing : brownstone 10 occupation : co-owner of sweet nothing/baker

family : james clarington (father), andrea clarington (mother), oliver clarington (adopted brother), elorie clarington (sister), maverick clarington (adopted brother), rosaline clarington (daughter) pets : two rescue dogs relationship status: married to liliana clarington notable past relationships: n/a

hair color : dark brown eye color : blue height : 6'2" noticeable scars: various knicks and cuts from baking piercings : n/a tattoos: lily and rose tattoo over his chest

HISTORY !

sawyer clarington's life starts on a warm summer morning. the light of his parents' life from the time he is born and the immediately favorite of the family. his life is easy, and he's not a fussy baby (much to his mother's relief). but the first four years of his life are lonely with only his parents to keep him company.

then comes elorie, a new addition to a family with so much love to give. sawyer takes his role as big brother very seriously and never lets el out his sight for too long. where ever his little sister goes, sawyer is happy to trail along.

then comes the adoption of oliver, another younger sibling for sawyer to look over. his parents are more than happy to have sawyer tag along in helping with his younger brother, even if he more reluctant to do so this time around.

sawyer starts playing football during his middle school years, loving the thrill of it all. it was something that was just his and his alone. he was great at it and eventually made the varsity team in high school.

then comes shay, the final sibling to complete the set. sawyer is 16, and his parents are seemingly always busy. so sawyer has to step up to the plate and help out more often. at first, sawyer is happy to do so but then realizes it means missing out on spending time with friends. but they're his younger siblings and they need him, so sawyer watches them when his parents can't.

everything changes when sawyer tears his acl, pcl, and mcl in his knee during a football game. he can suddenly no longer play football, barely able to make it out of the house to get through his senior year. he spends more and more time at home, his entire future suddenly turning to ash in front of him. he'd planned on riding out a football scholarship at whichever school would take him and suddenly that wasn't an option anymore.

so he watches his grandmother bake when she'd come over to help him watch his younger siblings. it's something that keeps his mind off everything and he gets a job at a local bakery helping out whenever he can. he also starts saving up for a place of his own, needing the space to just be. he tries to keep up with what is going on his sibling's life but it's a lot harder when they're not all under the same roof.

as soon as graduation hits, sawyer moves out of his parents house and into a small new york apartment on his own. he gets a job at a sweet nothing, starting off as nothing more than a cashier that some times gets to help bake things. it's there he meets liliana and immediately falls in love with her.

he slowly works his way up in the bakery, become an assistant at the same time he proposes to lili. he gets the job of baker just a few months after marrying lili, and gets the head baker job the day after lili tells him she's pregnant. sweet nothing and his little family are everything he needs in life.

when the old owner steps down and offers up ownership of the bakery to sawyer, he doesn't even hesitate to take it. then comes the brownstone, a big home for his family to live in. and then everything comes crashing down when his father announces he's sick. it takes everything in sawyer not to drop everything and move back home, but he wouldn't do that to lili or rosie.

when his father dies, it's overwhelming. a sense of grief that never goes away and sawyer buries himself in sweet nothing. the entire menu gets an overhaul.

then his mother gets sick and sawyer feels like the entire world is crumbling around him. sweet nothing gets a complete makeover and it's only rosie begging not to leave her friends that stops him from suggesting moving again. but if he can't move back home, he can bring his siblings to him. he offers up the spare bedrooms and is shocked when all his siblings slowly start piling up in them. together, they can grieve everything they've lost.

WANTED !

co-owner of sweet nothing: sweet nothing is sawyer's second child but he needs someone to help run it. he wants to spend more time with his family now that they're all under one roof again, and this muse is the way to do so. they were probably already a baker and had been for a while. friends: other parent friends (or friends through their kids), people who frequent sweet nothing and like sawyer, or brownstone neighbors that ended up being his friend. all the friends. fellow volunteers: sawyer adores dogs and probably spends a lot of time helping out at a local shelter. give him friends that met that way.

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Shizun 017 - Job at the door

The next day, Lu Yunzhen woke up feeling refreshed. 

Ever since he turned down Mo Changkong’s original offer of waiting on him every morning and evening, Mo Changkong has figured out other ways to serve his Shizun. Every morning he would line up at the supermarket to buy discount eggs (a little over 2 yuan for half a kilo, limit 2 kilo per customer). It was great for making tea eggs, omlettes, scrambled eggs, and egg dumplings, the only issue is that it’s not quite enough food… 

And now, Jin Yunu is here. 

Mo Changkong took out an enchanted umbrella made of shade beast hide from his seed space, which can stop sun damage for creasures such as skin painting demons, so that he could do chores during the day. 

Shade beasts went extinct ages ago, there aren’t many of these umbrellas left in the world…

Jin Yunu was touched to the point of tears and was ready to spill his organs, whatever Mo Changkong wanted. 

Thus, Mo Changkong took him to buy eggs together, even telling Jin Yunu to switch to different skins in the washroom so he can line up a few more times…. 

The two of them returned home loaded with discount eggs. 

Lu Yunzhen had finished washing up by then and was very happy at the harvest. After asking everyone for their opinions he went to the kitchen and made a massive batch of crepes. 

Everyone was very full. 

Lu Yunzhen has also left the small funk he was in the day before. It was unfortunate that he asked for little money for capturing a skin painting demon and left a lot on the table, but being a person means to be solid. He’s a stem major, how could he rely on the supernatural to make money? 

The most important thing is, he thought it through. 

He’s met three evil spirits in his 20 years of life, and he was only paid once! If he counted on exorcisms to make a living he’d starve even if he charged 5 figures each time! 

“We can’t take wicked shortcuts, to study well is the righteous path.” The Wujian Peak sect leader announced to his disciple and servant. “I’m going to talk to my advisor to see if there’s any projects I can work on, get more experience, get a good job after I graduate, and work from 9 to 9 as a code money. A 5 figure monthly salary isn’t a dream!” 

There were a few people he knew from the program who have 7 figure yearly salaries now. They’re all winners at life and it’s so inspiring! 

He’s going to use his own hard working hands and lead his household to prosperity! 

Mo Changkong applauded seriously, “Shizun is correct.” 

Jin Yunu had lived in wealthy households and has seen extravance. He looked at the previous treasure in his hands, then the countless spirit stones in the house, and only felt confused… He felt like the sect leader had some rather strange goals… is this some special godly way of cultivating? 

Mo Changkong glanced at him coldly. 

Jin Yunu knew his place and didn’t dare to disagree. He immediately clapped, “That’s wonderful, sect leader! This one has benefitted so much from you wisdom it was worth 10 years of study!” 

Lu Yunzhen was practically floating from all the praise. 

Jin Yunu respectfully walked his sect leader and master to the school, then stayed at home to clean up, absorb some spiritual power, and light himself a little scented candle for a snack. 

It was a wonderful little life. 

…

Lu Yunzhen has great grades and has studied a lot of stuff on the side to help with his post graduation job hunt. He can do most types of code money jobs. 

However, programming jobs are often outsourced to an outsources. By the time it gets to a student they turn into hard work for little money. Not to mention there are many monks for very little gruel, and everyone has to fight for it. 

Things like app development requires time and resources, and success depends on luck. 

Heh, intangible things such as luck… 

Lu Yunzhen is the kind of person could get water stuck on his teeth. He gets a stomach ache every time he has a test and has been forced to be the kind of person who puts a medical kit in his backpack whenever he has an important test. 

All of his advisor’s projects were already gobbled up by his upper classmen, and the few suitable jobs online were also grabbed in a blink. 

Lu Yunzhen posted in his class group chat and in friend circles, saying that he wanted to take a computer related job. He was very personable and everyone happily agreed to keep an eye out for him. 

2 classes passed by in a blink. 

During the break, Luo Xiaopang squeezed in by Lu Yunzhen’s side and patted him on the shoulder. “Hey, you honour student. Why do you keep looking out and laughing like an idiot today?” 

Lu Yunzhen replied, “I’m looking at my friend.” 

Mo Changkong had followed him to school and was sitting underneath the gingko tree outside the window. He had worn a baseball cap and was playing games on Jin Yunu’s phone. Weirdly, even though he’s so eye catching no one passing by seemed to notice him. 

Luo Xiaopang followed his gaze out but there was nothing underneath the tree. There were a group of cute girls practicing cheerleading on the nearby field though, they seemed very energetic. 

He grinned and shoved at Lu Yunzhen, “Bro, look at your face. Do you have a crush?” 

Lu Yunzhen was a face full of confusion, “What?” 

Mo Changkong saw that Shizun had noticed him and walked over to explain. “Is something the matter, Shizun? I was worried about causing trouble and used a camouflage spell.” 

Luo Xiaopang couldn’t see him and kept on asking. “Yunzhen, which girl are you looking at? The one in blue? Aiya, she fell.” 

Lu Yunzhen didn’t know how to explain, so he just played possum. 

Luo Xiaopang kept giggling. 

Mo Changkong pushed down the boiling flames of jealousy and asked with an awful look, “Shizun… has someone he fancies?” 

Lu Yunzhen felt his heart get hairy from the terrifying stare and immediately explained. “No.” 

“No what?” Luo Xiaopang saw his bro was strangely nervous and thought he figured things out. He kept on joking around. “If you’re not looking at the girls, then are you looking at a guy? I heard from Liao xuejie that…” 

There was a bunch of track and field students sweating on the sports field. 

Luo Xiaopang’s joke has gone too far. 

“What are you saying? Do you still want to copy my homework?!” Lu Yunzhen was so embarrassed he was getting mad. He ignored the look on Mo Changkong’s face and strongly slapped Luo XIaopang on the back of the head, scolding, “Don’t start nonsense with Liao xuejie. She draws danmei comics and is looking for material everywhere. She even started shipping the two tomcats at the school and it’s even popular online…. How could I like men?!” 

Just because he doesn’t have a girlfriend it doesn’t mean he’s looking for a boyfriend! 

“Zhen bro, my bad.” Luo Xiaopang immediately pleaded for mercy. “You’re as straight as steel, you only like women, and those with a tough life at that!” 

Lu Yunzhen hit him two more times and then let him go. But then he turned around and saw that Mo Changkong was looking even worse. His eyes were almost filled with despair, as if he was about to eat someone in the next second…

What happened? 

Lu Yunzhen was panicking, he combed over what was just said but couldn’t figure out what’s wrong. In the end he waited for Luo Xiaopang to start playing his game and quietly asked, “You… don’t like having a Shiniang?” 

Mo Changkong took a deep breath, “No.” 

Lu Yunzhen panicked even more, explaining, “There’s no girl I like.” 

“That is fine.” Mo Changkong pushed out a terrifying smile while gritting his teeth. “I have improved myself, I won’t do bad things or hinder Shizun’s feelings anymore. Shizun can like whoever he likes, there is no need to worry about this disciple…” 

Lu Yunzhen is panicking more and more. 

He felt like a little frog that was being stared at by a giant python. Something bad might happen if he kept on saying the wrong answer but he thought until his head broke and couldn’t figure out what’s the right answer. 

Mo Changkong noticed that his suppressed evil nature was trying to come out again, with images of the school being destroyed flashing in his brain. Again and again, he harshly pushed the thought down. 

The bloody aura of the world ending demon was slowly flowing out. 

Lu Yunzhen got a flash of inspiration. “Don’t worry, when I look for a partner I’ll get your approval first! If you don’t like it then I’ll be single!” 

The bloody aura stopped. 

The terrifying feeling of oppression disappeared like it was nothing. The sky was blue, the clouds were white, nothing happened at all… 

Mo Changkong asked quietly, “That’s not appropriate, is it?” 

“It’s right.” Lu Yunzhen finally understood and answered honestly. “You’re my disciple from my previous life and a member of the family. If we’re adding people to the household how could this teacher not consider your opinions?” 

SIngle parents looking for relationships have to think about their children! Even more so if it’s a demon with a strange personality who’s not used to other people!

Mo Changkong was finally satisfied and went back to playing his game under the tree. 

Lu Yunzhen looked at his cheerful silhouette and felt deeply once more… He probably had no chance of getting married this life… 

He thought about how to explain at his grandpa’s grave that he took in a demon disciple and thus has to stay single and not get a granddaughter in law for him. 

Grandpa’s a good guy, he’ll understand, right? 

While he was thinking all that nonsense he heard cursing from his classmates. 

“Fuck! The server died again!” 

“What broken game is this?! It keeps dying!?” 

“We should use the devs as human sacrifice!” 

“I could program better than them with my feet!” 

“...” 

Lu Yunzhen rubbernecked a bit and saw that it was the game named Hero that Mo Changkong was playing the previous day. The game was well made with fun mechanics, and the beta was super hyped. A lot of classmates had been talking about it lately. 

But, the backend quality didn’t match the game contents at all, with the connectivity and saving issues. The game company kept issuing maintenance notices, causing the players to curse at them. 

Lu Yunzhen didn’t play games and didn’t care. He kept on looking for new jobs. 

Suddenly, Long Jingtian sent him a message on wechat. “Master Lu, are you there?” 

Lu Yunzhen replied, “Yes.” 

Long Jingtian carefully asked, “I saw your friend circle post, it seems like you want a job involving computers?” 

After the demon incident, he was scolded many times by his father. His father said that Master Lu is a hidden taoist with great morals, that meeting him was the kind of fortune that would make smoke come out of his ancestors. He had to maintain a good relationship with the master, otherwise he had no shot at a lambo. 

Long Jingtian had no idea how to deal with sects, not to mention he didn’t have a phone number or address, only a weibo account. He asked his friends and everyone had the same suggestion: find another case, invite the master out, and build the relationship. 

Thus, Long Jingtian spent day and night sending out the same message in dozens of groups. “Has anyone gotten hit with bad luck lately? Come find me!” 

Ignoring all the joking around in the groups, everyone knows that the Long family was very rich and there was still a lot of people who wants to suck up to him. After asking for more details they looked for all sorts of ways to find an incident. 

There’s power to a crowd. 

In the end, they finally found it…

Long Jingtian asked, “Master, do you know about servers? I have an issue related to that.”

Lu Yunzhen was excited, “I know!” 

Let it be website building, server management, code writing, bug fixing, or system security, he knew it all. Whenever there was a contest at school he always won some kind of prize. His only problem was that he had bad luck and few chances to show off. If a fuerdai like Longjingtian brought him a job that means there’s no middleman and he could make a lot! And build his reputation at that! 

Long Jingtian said, “I have a middleschool classmate whose family has been making games. But the server keeps having problems and they just can’t seem to fix it. She wanted to invite Master Lu for an exorcism.” 

“...” 

He wanted to block this moron. 

[something-tofightfor]

15 questions to get to know me!

thanks for the tag, @skyshipper!

1. are you named after anyone?

I am not. My mom even spelled my name differently than it usually is because after a bunch of hours of back labor she didn’t care what my name was or how it was spelled. (I was supposed to be a Jessica, but my grandma said absolutely not.)

2. when was the last time you cried?

A couple days ago thanks to my Timehop. The end of March and first couple weeks of April are always really painful to relive. 

3. do you have kids?

I do not and I never will and I’m sick of people trying to convince me that the only way to feel fulfilled and truly happy with my life is to have kids. I’m perfectly happy and content to be able to wake up in the morning and decide to take a spontaneous trip, or make a purchase just because I want to or do what I want and need to do with my free time. 

4. do you use sarcasm a lot?

If something sarcastic doesn’t come out of my mouth regularly, you know something’s wrong.

5. what’s the first thing you notice about people?

Physically? Their eyes. But the first thing I look for is how they treat the people they come into contact with. 

6. what’s your eye colour?

Blue, but it’s sort of tinged with gray? 

7. scary movies or happy endings?

I’ve never seen a truly scary movie, but I’m always on the hunt for a good one. 

I like happy endings, but they have to be realistic. (Hallmark movies don’t count because those bitches are always the most unrealistic BS and yet I can’t stop watching them.)

8. any special talents?

I have an insane amount of useless and trivial pop culture knowledge in my head. I am INCREDIBLE with word puzzles, and am really good at things like Family Feud and Jeopardy. 

I’m also a more than decent cook. 

9. where were you born?

About 10 minutes from where I currently live in Ohio. I’ve lived in the same state for all 35+ years of my life. 

10: what are your hobbies?

Cooking. Reading. Writing. Traveling. Seeing live concerts. Gardening (It’s almost tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiime)

11. have you any pets?

Technically, I have three cats, but only one lives with me. Beckett is a cat I got in 2006 while in college that my dad “stole” from me when I took her home for Christmas break one year. She’s lived at his house since late 2008. Reptar is a cat that Chris and I adopted at the end of 2010 (about a month and a half after we got Neptune) that also lives at my dad’s house with Beckett. He went to live there after my childhood dog died, and Beckett needed a friend. Reptar’s really skittish, and they had a larger house with more places for him to hide/be comfortable with. 

And then there’s the Perfect Little Prince, my Tiny Baby Turdle, Sir Neptunington the First, His Royal Highness and my little honeybee .... Neptune. 

I’ve had him since July 2010, we found him on Craigslist, and the person that listed him said he was a Ragdoll/Siamese mix. 

He is not. He’s half Maine Coon, half Siamese and he’s more like a dog than any other cat I’ve ever met and he is huge and he is PERFECT. 

12: what sports do you play/have you played?

I’m the least athletic person you could possibly imagine. I hate the idea of participating in organized team sports, but I love swimming, and I’ve skied since I was 11 or 12, so for about 24 years. 

13: how tall are you?

5′6″

14. favourite subject in school?

English. I also really liked the journalism courses that I took. I hate math, and was not a big fan of my science and biology courses, either. 

15. dream job?

I currently get paid for writing, so that’s great, but it would be really cool to actually get to write things that I want to be writing for $$. I would love to work in the continuity department for some sort of production company, because details are very important and they’re often overlooked. 

Another ideal job, though? Music or food journalist. Someone should pay me to follow tours around and try new kinds of food and drinks. (Reader’s job in Locked Down is directly influenced by something that I’d enjoy doing. The freedom of getting paid to travel and have a good time would be incredible)

no pressure tags: 

@the-blind-assassin-12 @valkblue @haylzcyon @felteppsters @oonajaeadira @heychangbin @wildemaven @writeforfandoms ... and anyone else that really wants to play! tag me so I can see your answers