#listen i love saffi

[treason-and-plot]

[previous]

Liam drives towards school and parks in a side street until he sees Saffron’s pink convertible zoom past. His heart surges with love and anticipation. He follows her into the student car park and parks his yellow hatchback in the space right next to hers. Saffron slams her car door when she gets out, her face pale with anger.

“What the hell are you doing?” she hisses at him. “Are you crazy?”

“Saffron, please just stop and listen,” he says. “I’ve got something very important to tell you. Please.”

“I don’t want to talk to you,” she says. “Don’t you get it? I’ve blocked you, for God’s sake. What don’t you understand? Stop stalking me, or I’ll-“   

“I’ve finally done it,” he says, the words coming out in a rush. The sense of freedom is intoxicating, the crisp morning air sparkling with promise and possibility. Saffron stares at him, uncomprehending. “I’ve left Stephanie! Saffy, I’ve left my wife! I told her this morning that I want a divorce! Now we can be together!”  

But instead of receiving his news with awe and excitement, Saffron looks even more furious.

“Married men don’t leave their wives, you stupid idiot,” she says. ”Everybody knows that. Why did you think I got involved with you in the first place? Because you were married. Because there was no possibility of us ever being a real couple. Seriously, Liam. You are so fucking dumb. For the last time, just leave me the fuck alone!”

[awwordnd]

Hello, Kobold here!

With Episode 4 around the corner and it being Episode 5 overall, I figured now was a great time for an update on everything and a summary of the past few sessions.

To begin with - THANK YOU! The overall response to AWWOR has been so lovely and we are loving all of the art we've been seeing! That being said there's a couple things we should mention! ✨ We would love to hear your feedback but it would be best where we can see it! You can leave feedback on any of our socials, on the koboldkurios discord or here! We have our inbox open, including anonymous submissions for those who are a little shy. We would love to hear from you! (you can also ask us questions!) ✨ A reminder that if you do some art for the campaign and/or it's characters and would like to see it in the art reels at the end of each session - send them through, either here as a submission or to us via email! Make sure to let us know your social @ so we can credit you!

In amazingly exciting news, THE OFFICIAL AWWOR OST IS OUT ON SPOTIFY AND ITUNES!

Composed and created by the wonderfully talented @musicandtings, who has a plethora of additional music AND a podcast for you to check out, the AWWOR ost is a lively soundtrack and will be heard on streams each session! Go check the album out, give his other music a listen to and if you're inclined, consider commissioning him for some music of your own!

Onto some less exciting news, we do have to announce that Sponge who plays Corben will be stepping down. Sponge has some exciting life progressions that will be taking up a majority of their time that they had not expected when initially joining us. We wish Sponge all the best for the future and you may still see them in the stream chat or on the Koboldkurios discord from time to time so don't be afraid to say hi!

With Pride Month coming up, we would like to remind old and new viewers alike that AWWOR supports LGBT+ rights. With the crew being members of the queer community amongst other minority communities ourselves, we encourage a diverse, welcoming community. You are seen, you are loved. ♥

Finally, there is some discussion amongst the AWWOR discord regarding potentially moving to a weekly schedule. If this does indeed come to be, you will all be the first to know so stay tuned!

The past few sessions have been an absolute blast and we are all looking forward to seeing where this story takes us. We hope you enjoy the ride too. Until next time, and onto the summary!

SO FAR ON AWWOR...

The party convened, traveling to the docks of Yallasch to catch their ship. The party is bound for the small swamp village of Oparl which is currently under the effects of a severe illness. Dr Alligan Hue - newly cast out to experience the wider areas of the Border Kingdoms and Faerun by his college - has been assigned to aid the village and he is not alone, accompanied by Ateris, Saffy, Rhaya and Corben who join him for each their own reasons.

While boarding their ship, Ateris spies a ship she has been searching for for 33 years, a ship belonging to Fulgrim Shay - a past lover and father to her missing son. In an eager rush to hopefully see the man, she makes a run for the vessel while Alligan summons his familliar - a weasel named Yauna - to create a distraction by stealing their captain's coinpurse. With Rhaya aiding in the distraction they delay the ship just long enough for Ateris to find one of the crew and have him agree to pass on a message for Fulgrim. With that done, as her own vessel passes on it's way out of the bay, Ateris makes a daring leap and through some aid from the party, manages to land safely on deck.

Once in Dapplegate, the party picks up a horse and cart and a letter from Fulgrim before continuing onward toward Oparl.

The night before reaching the small village, the party sets camp in a sheltered outcropping out of the rain. The party chat a little and tension between Saffy and Alligan shows as the pair have a mild misunderstanding. Tired from travel, they almost miss the sound of being robbed as three kobolds scavenge through their boxes in the cart. The party proceeds to question, threaten and adequately intimidate the kobolds into returning the majority of the items taken, Saffy manages to charm the kobolds enough that they totally aren't making a cult based on the feline.

With the following rest, the party moves onward, travelling through the swamp. Rhaya and Saffy discover the polarising scent of citronella while the two humans in the cart attempt to avoid being eaten by mosquitos. Rhaya also discovers the magical properties of the dragonflies of the region - having adapted over time with the residual effects of the spellplague.

Hearing a scream from further into the swamp, the party jumps to action - coming to help a young person being accosted by a giant toad. Two giant toads, a saffy snack and some newly aquired frog meat later, the party continues on to the village. As they do they have a blunt but reasonably pleasant conversation with their rescued acquaintance, getting some more information on the recent events of the town.

Entering town, the party finds accomodation and board for their horse and cart. Here, Ateris catches up with the barkeep - familliar from her last journey through the region - and she and Saffy learn of a potential job for the party to take up during their time here. Meanwhile - Rhaya makes his way up to the rooms, avoiding the watchful gaze of a group of individuals who seem to recognise his pin. In an attempt to avoid coming eye-to-eye with them on his way back down he climbs out the window of his room to the roof - which he proceeds to fall off.

The party meet Thiddershins, a wood woad who runs the commissary in the village - though most of the residents seem unsure about his motives. The party proceeds to fall in love with him.

+1 favourite NPC

They then proceed to the village healer - a tiefling woman doing her best within the circumstances. They deliver supplies and Alligan offers to take a look at the patients - discovering that the illness is dire, a remnant of the spellplague and likely bought to the village from a previous adventuring party. While inspecting some of the patients, Ateris spies a glowing sigyl appear on Alligan's forehead before the skeleton of one of the patients tears itself from it's body and proceeds to attack the wizard.

once more the party leaps to action, still reasonably spent from their morning fighting toads. Some close calls later, they succeed but not without Alligan pushing his limited healing spell past it's usual daily use, taking a point of exhaustion.

Reeling from the battle and the resulting adrenaline, the party and healer step out of the healing tent where Alligan and Ateris explain to the rest of the party of a previous experience with what they believe to be an ancient black dracolich and it's potential connection to the skeletal attack.

The party continues to discuss matters with the healer and purchase some supplies from her that aren't needed for the ill as Ateris burns the body just outside town to prevent further spread of the illness, before they make their way back into the village, their destination being their accomodation. However as it happens, they make some stops at some of the businesses within the village.

Our absolutely-not-married-at-all housemates stop by what is essentially an op-shop in search of new travelling clothes for Alligan while the others make their way to the blacksmith, perusing the goods. Saffy additionally makes their way back to the store the ranger and wizard are perusing, striking up conversation with the storekeep and whisking off for some DM whispers in the backroom. Alligan finds some magic items, managing to slip a magical seed they found into the ranger's pocket and through the aid of their rescued aquaintence, they make a deal to pay partially and return with further payment after their job the following day.

The party then, makes their way to the commisary, intending to introduce Corben to their new favourite... person? sentient log. Alligan, curious to find out about the magical seed, asks the wood woad if they know what it is. As soon as Thiddershins touches the seed it glows before seeming to absorb it's very essence - splintering and tearing the wood woad apart.

-1 Favourite NPC

Panicking and not knowing what else to do, they place the seed in the wooden corpse, Ateris additionally placing a hand on the creature. As she does, a thorny branch pierces thoroughly through the hand, seemingly purifying and absorbing the blood it draws before retreating. With that and the magical seed, the body transforms into what appears to be some form of Eladrin-dryad woman, leaving a dumbfounded pair of housemates and shocked party.

"DO YOU HAVE A CHILD NOW?!" - Saffy

[clementine-kesh]

Seven/Raffi for the ship asks?

1. What made you ship it?

listen i’m all about the sad middle-aged romance so that’s an instant w in my book. but other than that i love characters who are just straight up a good team, who work well together in a very natural way. i’m constantly caught between wanting to get more invested in them and my burning hatred of picard as a show making me not want to rewatch

2. What are your favorite things about the ship?

the healing of it all! having someone they can finally let their guard down with! the romance of a ship that’s weathered storm after storm finally reaching port :)

3. Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

i don’t think this is an unpopular opinion i think it’s just plain haterism but i’m constantly caught between wanting to get more invested in them and my burning hatred of picard as a show making me loathe the thought of rewatching. if anyone makes a saffi exclusive edit hmu

[momentary-ecstasy]

I’ve been slowly reading all your Saffi fics on ao3 and they’re great. What’s your writing process like? You really get them so well!

Oh boy, uh, I've never actually thought about my writing process. I really just like picking story beats and building bridges to get there. Sometimes the story beats are meaningful and in-depth character studies and sometimes they're 'oh boy I'd really like to see Seven and Raffi dressed as cowboys' (spoilers for upcoming fic)

I think prompt-wise, it's pretty easy. I've been doing prompts for a long time and DMing/GMing has helped a lot with my improvisation skills that given a couple words and a ship, my brain will take off with the idea and build something around it.

Also sometimes I have no idea where something is going and am just hanging onto the vibes until a plot shakes out. A lot of the time this kind of writing comes from songs. If The Sun Comes Up Tomorrow started out as an idea I got while listening to Let Her Go by Hootie and the Blowfish. It's All Coming Back to Me by Celine Dion has started a whole lot of Raffi x Seven ideas. I just really like the idea of one of them forgetting who the other is and after all the work they've done on their relationship they have to start over with one of them knowing the whole story and the other getting to fall in love all over again.

I'm honestly not sure what a writing process looks like so I asked my main enabler what my process is (shoutout to @iwasforcedtogetatmblrbypam) and she said "You tell me you cant figure something out, and then you write the story out [to her via text message] til you figure it out. and then you torture folks with angst"

[beautyofsorrow]

🎶✨🎢!!

🎶Do you listen to music while you write? What song have you been playing on loop lately?

not usually! sometimes i will turn on a george winston album (plains or summer or autumn, depending on the time of year), but lyrics distract the hell out of me. if my neighbors are being noisy (...all the time these days...) i will turn on rainymood to help drown out the tv/music/screaming

notable past exceptions have been "burning house" by cam which i looped the entire time i wrote a certain saffianna fic (and now cannot listen to OR read because of it) and "sweet but psycho" by ava max which has been an earworm since april 2022 and the soundtrack to like every saffi fic i wrote between 2x07 and 2x10 airing. for some reason i was able to write with those on

usually i just loop a song obsessively before/after i write tho. like yesterday when i looped "another kind of love" by amy grant for 5 hours and pretended not to see the religious parts so it coded as aro. or "tokyo sunrise" by LP which was the soundtrack to plotting the saffianna fic that ends origin stories. or that time i looped "soolaimon" by neil diamond while writing [fic i cannot remember because i write too much]. (update: i triangulated using ao3 and my youtube history and it's most likely "call me maybe") (no i did not loop that song while writing that fic but yes i have looped that song in the past) (it's catchy)

however. i think the song i have looped the most often aside from "sweet but psycho" is this ava max/avril lavigne mashup. tremendously good earworm. 257billion out of 10

✨ Give you and your writing a compliment. Go on now. You know you deserve it. 😉

u put so much thought into your titles and epigraphs. absolutely wild how they add five more layers to an already deeply layered fic. gonna be thinking about this for the next 5-10 business years <- things i have said aloud to myself while obsessively rereading a certain l'una fic

also your character voices are Impeccable <- thing i have been thinking A LOT because i have finally unlocked the secret to una chin-riley and i'm starting to get there with chapel and la'an

🎢 Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?

it's the AU. we have not even begun to get to the wild parts, but anything that takes tamsyn muir as inspiration is going to be balls to the wall buck wild. unfortunately for you all it mostly lives in my head. but i can say with confidence none of you are ready. except maybe zanna bc they get my unhinged notes in DMs all the time

writing-wise i think that time i revised/expanded my seven/jay fic and typed a combined total of 23k in 1 week was. a lot. there was also the time i decided to write smut for the first time and i decided to do it at work and people kept coming into my cubicle to chat and i had to pretend i didn't have 1000 words of naked women on my screen. don't write smut at work, kids. it's not worth the stress

fanfic writer emoji ask

[annikasevenshots]

Star Trek Picard: Season 3 Episode 5 Reaction (spoilers!)

ESMAR!!!!!!!

BABY LAFORGE BEING A SLEEBY GORL??????

NO TVEEN NO NO NO

EVERYONE NOOOOOOOOOO

this is a dream right lmao

There we go

COME HOME??????? EXCUSE ME?????????

Shaw and Seven being like 🧍🏻‍♀️🧍🏻‍♀️

Riker and Picard knowing they're in trouble teehee

WHAT THE FUCK SEVEN BEING REINSTATED IS SO FUCKING FUNNYYYYY

DID HE FUCKING KNIGHT HER THIS IS SO FUNNY LMAOOOOOOOOO

Crusher still being so clever and amazing. I love her.

At least the lighting is better this episode lmao

RAFFI

RAFFI

RAFFI

IVE MISSED YOU MY WARRIOR PRINCESS

She's so eager to fight PLEASE

The Klingon music SLAY

"Patience my ass" omggggg

Deadass thought Raffi was going to kick the fucking station

PLEASE "can you not put holes into my floor" BIG MY SHIP ENERGY

ROSCAN??????

"Sometimes work is fun" raffi pls

"LISTEN UP" RAFFI???????????? 🥵

Oooooooh the MUSIC

USS INTREPID SLAY

pls seven just sitting there like 🪑

Wheezing at Shaw being so smug

What is he humming

Lowkey thought Picard was doing Morse code with his Adam's apple

Also the lighting is much better this time round I'm ngl

RO LAREN?????????????????

OH MY GOD SHES SUCH A MILF???????????????????

t…treason?

Why is Seven hiding Jack pls

What did she give him a mf bodysuit?

Ooooh prophecies etc etc

OMFG POOR BABY LAFORGE

SISKOS DAD WAS RIGHT

CHANGELINGS HAVE BLOOD NOW TEEHEE

Ro🧍🏻‍♀️she's actually so milf wtf

Why are they reassigning the Titan ummmmm

Ooooh the Bajoran earring part

How does Raffi know about the son

"Find me" HELLO????????? CONNECT US???????? BITCH THE FUCK?????

JACK WHAT IS HAPPENING

WHAT THE HAP IS FUCKENING

WHAT IS GOING AWNNNNNNNNNNN

MOBILE EMITTER RAFFI

EMERGENCY EMOTIONAL SUPPORT RAFFI

HOLY FUCK SNIPER RAFFI AYAYAYAYYSSUYSHSHSHAHAHA

I love u Crusher

Crusher is so SMART!

Go AWFFFFFFFF PICARD

Interrogation time 👀 But I do hope we get a Saffi interrogation at some point

H. Holodeck?

10 forward set recycling 😂😂😂

OLD STYLE CHIMES YAY

SAFETY PROTOCOLS????????????

Is this the emotional catharsis Terry was talking about?

Raffi still being grumpy anyway I love her

Someone zoom in I need to see if she has the belt

"Ye olde fight to the death?" TEEHEE

Raffaela House of Musiker????????

RAFFI????????

YES MISS DOES HER OWN STUNTS LETS GOOOOOOOOOOO

THE KLINGON THEME

we know they're faking that death lol

"I was supposed to give a speech" shut up Picard 💀

STOP NAMEDROPPING JANEWAY I KEEP GETTING HEART ATTACKS

What if Worf was another hologram lol

"How you doing big guy" HAHA AWWWWWWWWWW

Daystrom 👀👀👀

How tf is that Vulcan just Giving Them Stuff

ROS EARRING????????????

RUN FROM WHAT OH SEVENNNNNNNN

RO. RO. RO. OH NO.

ARE THEY BRINGING HER BACK TO K WORD HER HELP HELP HELP NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

RO

PLEASE GOD NO

UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

I HATE EVERYTHING

actually hate everything sm

OMG HOW ARE THEY MAKING THE INTREPID SEEM LIKE AN ENEMY

SEVEN BEING LIKE "most of our crew was transported there" PROTECTIVE SEVEN HI

open the RED DOOR I HATE THIS

My head hurts

Why does Jack fight so good make it make sense

RO!!!!!!!!!!!

SO RO WAS WORF'S HANDLER???????

BRO THIS SHOW DO BE BUSSINNNNNNNNNNNNN

Crusher 🥺

In conclusion, I watched this at 1am because it dropped on UK P+ early

[smowkie]

9 people you would like to get to know better

I was tagged by @lena221bee, thank you! 💗 (well she said she tagged anyone who wanted to and i wanted to xD)

1. Three Ships: i just finished the latest episode of Star Trek: Picard (*incoherent yelling*), so i'm gonna go with Saffi and DaForge because of that, and also Barisi.

2. First ever ship: pretty sure that's Sterek, it's the first one i shipped "properly" at least.

3. Last song: hm. that is a very good question. Bowleg and I listened to some music a few days ago and idk which one was the last one, so I'm just gonna say one of them (because i adore it): Foo Fighters - Long Road To Ruin

4. Last movie: Coco, and i loved it 💗💗💗

5. Currently reading: nothing. well, i've been rereading an old wip of mine a couple of nights before bed, that might count.

6. Currently watching: uh. i'm following like 20 shows that are running atm, not gonna list all of those, so i guess i'll say my rewatch of Star Trek: The Next Generation even though i've sorta paused it now that Bowlegs is visiting. just four episodes to go though, then i can finally get to Star Trek: Deep Space Nine, yay!

7. Currently consuming: tea.

8. Currently craving: i'm a little bit sick atm, like a mild cold, but my throat is a bit itchy and swollen, and when i'm like that i always want Pringles and this one specific ice cream with crushed chocolate (swedish link) that feels great too, creamy and soothing but scratching nicely on the way down.

I'm tagging @rieraclaelin @veltana @thor-ohdamnsonn @metalsteveharrington @goodatboats @novemberhush @yodas-yo-yo @ladydrace @crazyassmurdererwall @welshwoman1988 @gobsmackapplejack @ravingrevolution and anyone else who wants to do this! (yes, that means you, if you want to do this, consider yourself tagged!) as always, no pressure to anyone tagged 💗

[elizabethplaid]

Sleep Token - “Shelter”

Going through my “batch listen” playlist, videos 353-364 are all Sleep Token songs. It’s been awhile since I listened to them on headphones, so I cried through most of ‘em. (I listen on my boombox while I shower, but the audio quality isn’t the same.) “The Way That You Were” got me more calmed down, and then this bugger! Oh god, so beautifully devastating.

I love that Sleep Token has been such a catalyst for catharsis for me this year. I owe @realdirtfacts my eternal gratitude for this. Like, I never expected my year (well, starting in February) to be so entwined with this band, but they really are so wonderful. They have a special place in my heart.

What’s #365? A mariachi band? I think that’s a suggestion from Saffy, haha. Nice contrast, indeed.

[qnewsau]

Absolutely Fabulous cast confirm new TV project

New Post has been published on https://qnews.com.au/absolutely-fabulous-cast-confirm-new-tv-project/

Absolutely Fabulous cast confirm new TV project

The cast of Absolutely Fabulous have confirmed they’re reuniting for a TV special over in the UK.

Jennifer Saunders, Joanna Lumley, Jane Horrocks and Julia Sawalha will all appear in the new two-hour project, titled Absolutely Fabulous: Inside Out.

It’s the first time the quartet – who play Eddie, Patsy, Bubble and Saffy – have filmed together since the 2016 film based on the beloved UK sitcom.

The new special will air on British channel Gold later in the year.

Ab Fab creator, writer and star Jennifer Saunders said, “I loved making Ab Fab but I can’t remember a great deal.

“So much of this retrospective is a revelation to me. Thank you Gold for this kind and helpful program.”

But Joanna Lumley said, “It was a fabulous wander down memory lane by actresses who only have the faintest grip on reality.

“Really thrilling, and I hope vastly entertaining. I loved every second.”

Gold’s Ben Wicks said the show “rejoices in all that was wonderful about Ab Fab”.

“[It’s] the most riotously funny show which satirised the era like nothing else whilst taking home more BAFTAs than Bolly in the process,” he said.

“Also it somehow predicted the future: now the whole nation’s parents are drunken embarrassments to their sober and politically enlightened Gen Z kids.”

Jennifer Saunders talks future of Absolutely Fabulous

Absolutely Fabulous debuted in 1992 and became a queer favourite over its run for five series and multiple specials until 2012.

After that, serial procrastinator Jennifer Saunders and her longtime comedy partner Dawn French famously bet £10,000 on whether Jennifer would finish the script for the film.

She did, and Absolutely Fabulous: The Movie came out in 2016.

On French and Saunders’ podcast Titting About in October year, the duo addressed the future of Absolutely Fabulous.

Dawn explained to listeners that she often challenges Jennifer to work when she needs a push to get projects done.

Jennifer Saunders revealed she wanted to finish an initial draft of a new project by the end of 2023.

“I need to write a film or a series based on Ab Fab, because everyone wants another Ab Fab movie,” Jennifer explained.

But she added, “I can’t do that. I just don’t have a thing. I want to do something related.”

Jennifer and Dawn then shook hands, committing Jennifer to work on a “first draft” of something that “includes some Ab Fab-ness, but not totally Ab Fab,” she clarified.

Joanna Lumley touring Australia in October

Meanwhile, Joanna Lumley will embark on her first ever live tour of Australia, Me & My Travels, this October.

She’ll take to the stage in five Aussie cities, sharing stories from her acting career and her global travels as a documentarian.

“Nothing like this has come my way before, and I may have to be dragged off with a hook at the end of each show,” Joanna said.

“This is especially for you from me, with masses of love. I think it will be fabulous.”

Absolutely Fabulous is streaming in Australia on Stan and Binge. Absolutely Fabulous: The Movie is streaming in Australia on Disney+.

For the latest LGBTIQA+ Sister Girl and Brother Boy news, entertainment, community stories in Australia, visit qnews.com.au. Check out our latest magazines or find us on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram and YouTube.

[brainddeadd]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you! get to know your mutuals and followers :)<3

My dog - English Saffy named Alfie

Reading - love a good crime or romance

Listening to music - bts is my all time favourite band but I love so many more. One of the first bands I found and adored without parental or friendly influence was black veil brides.

Good food - tacos are a favourite, I love korean BBQ, samgyeopsal, and pork ribs. I also love strawberries.

My friends 💛

[saffijackson]

comic, stuntman, and utility

THE COMIC: what's the most ridiculous thing you actually attempted thinking it would work?

“Being in the closet. You think I’m joking? I really did try to be a cis boy in public for like, half my life. Me? A cis boy? I have to laugh.”

THE STUNTMAN: are you an optimist? why or why not?

“No. I wouldn’t say I’m a pessimist either, though. I’m a realist. Unlike some people, I’ve actually lived a normal person, unsheltered life, so I know what the world is like. There’s no point in making it seem any better or worse than it already is.”

THE UTILITY: do you usually instigate arguments or do you try to diffuse them? which would you prefer?

“Instigate! I love to start shit!”

[treason-and-plot]

get to know me tag

thanks for tagging me @simsdada! Bisoux!

my favoUrite color: Green in all its hues

i'm currently reading: Cardiff, By The Sea by Joyce Carol Oates.

last song i listened to: Fade Into You by Mazzy Star (my go-to whenever I’m feeling drunk and sentimental, lol)

sweet, savory or spicy: Spicy. Life is too short not to enjoy spice!

what i'm currently working on:  Plotting scenes for my story and trying to work out which sub-plots need the most attention. I’m also trying to work out exactly where I’m headed with Saffy and Liam. I had their whole story planned out but a few readers’ comments have given me ideas and made me want to change a few things ;=) So that’s something I’m excited to be exploring at the moment!

I would like to tag the last five people in my notifications: @rachel-homeanddesign-sims @wolfavens  @kevinvoncrastenburg @muses-circle and @batsheba​!! Happy New Year, Possums! I LOVE YOUSE ALL!!

[ghostofbambifanfiction]

Part 1 of ?????

Started writing this fic a while ago and then lost faith in it. Should I continue? Feel bad for not posting much lately so I thought I'd share this. Read on and weigh in.

COME OUT TONIGHT

NO

You don't have to fucking shout?

Said the pot to the kettle?

Oh you grandmother The caps were an accidental by-product of voice-to-text Blame Siri if you're going to blame anyone

You have a Samsung Galaxy S20.

HAD. It got smashed. Worst luck. Listen, come out with me tonight.

Urghhhhhhhhhhhhhh I'm tired!

https://www.boots.com/wellness/vitaminsandsupplements/vitamins-supplements-shop-by-ingredient/echinacea

Hah (indifferent)

Just come out with me! Isaac has to go see some godawful student performance of the Antigone in wherever the fuck Chichester is and it's Sirius's flatmate's birthday party so I have to go and I don't know any of his weird mates

You don't HAVE to go.

Have to/want to Semantics

I'm not in a birthday party mood. I'm having a stressful week. My arse has been tense since Tuesday.

I will wade into the deep and massage your arse if I have to, just come It's a swank pad in Belgravia! I bet they'll have all sorts of expensive nibbles!

I read that as expensive nipples.

Those too!

Partying it up with the children of wealthy Tories. Sounds super fun.

Just come out with me, for fuck I'll pick you up at 7 and we can steal their silverware if it's boring as the grave

URGH I'll go but I'm NOT dressing up!

You don't have to dress up!

FINE!

*

take the drawings down please i'm begging you i'm actually begging you

Nah mate

siriusssssssss pleeeeeease

Nah

PLEASE

Nah

PLEASE ffs it's MY birthday!!!! there are going to be PEOPLE there! standing around! AT EYE LEVEL

I don't see what the problem is.

EVERYONE will see what the problem is! they literally will not be able to IGNORE what the problem is!

Sounds like a recipe for lively discussion to me tbh

that is NOT what i want people talking about at my birthday!

If I take them down, I'll have to take all the nails out and that'll leave nail marks all over the walls. It would be unsightly.

MORE UNSIGHTLY THAN YOUR DICK, SIRIUS?

My dick is bewitching.

DIE

*

She walks in expecting to find herself the infiltrator of a Made in Chelsea/Royal Ascot/Henley Regatta netherworld, filled with a gaggle of giggling, SW-postcode socialites wielding suspiciously powder-edged Harrods Amex cards in the place of horses and boats, but that's not what actually greets her on the other side of the lacquered front door.

What greets her is really quite ordinary.

Aside from the naked drawings of Kingsley's mate, which aren't.

Otherwise, the whole affair is pretty relaxed. People her age are clustered in their small groups, swigging beers. There's a table of oven-heated party foods, salty snacks and rapidly depleting ramekins of guac. She spies more band shirts than there are dress shirts. There's a round of Fortnite in full swing on the TV.

It's all just...startlingly normal. A normal birthday party.

And that's sort of embarrassing, really.

Where are all the visible Tory toffs, she wonders? Where is the braying laughter? The Eton alumni reunion? The glimpse of hunting-happy tweed and shotgun barrels as a coat cupboard door swings shut? Where's the indelible air of sneering superiority, of "we're richer and more privileged and better than you, so fuck the NHS and death to foxes!" that she'd been expecting? There's a fucking Henry Hoover in the corner of the hall, for Christ's sake. Lily came here to smile through her teeth at them all, to listen to the champagne problems privilege that bubbled from their lips and tell herself that she was the one who knew better, who thought better. Her plain white tee and skinny jeans and scuff-toed, high-top trainers were supposed to be a statement, a subtle setting-apart, but she's not even the most underdressed person in the room.

She pre-judged a house full of people. What's that about?

There's a lesson to be found in this. Perhaps.

*

James covered all of the dicks in Paw Patrol stickers that he bought from the newsagent on his way home from his mum's, but Sirius peeled them all off while he was taking a soothing lavender bath, so what's the bloody point in birthdays anyway?

It's early in the evening, and he's wedged—against his will—between the dining room bar and Shane Ruttle, who has just pointed at one of the many lamentable dicks and asked, "Is this one of yours?" which James kind of wants to thump him for. It's bad enough that he looks like a madman who stuffed his house with naked drawings of his brother, now people are actually assuming that he drew the damn things, even though most of the compositions are appallingly far beneath his skill level. He's a professional illustrator, for the love of god, and Shane is really standing before him like the posturing prick he is, asking him if he's the one who drew Sirius with one arm disproportionately longer than the other.

He knows that he should cheer up.

It is his birthday. There is cake.

Good cake, too, not the kind that gets buried in too-thick fondant that he has to pick off before he can eat what's underneath.

The problem is, there's also a party, and his friends are his friends, Peter and Sirius included, and Peter and Sirius can both get drunk much faster than James can. When Peter and Sirius get drunk, serious injuries tend to follow, Remus tends to fuck off in a flash and James tends to be the one who calls for an ambulance or mothers them back to health—physical, mental or otherwise. He has just turned twenty-six, and these repeated, drunkenly dramatic medical emergency scenes are starting to wear a little thin.

Can't a man get comfortably drunk and have a laugh at his own birthday party?

No, he can't, because Peter's already halfway to trashed, wobbling unsteadily towards the French doors that lead to the terrace, wearing that look on his face that says I'm definitely going to vomit or maybe even shit myself like I did on that one night we all spent in Munich with the Belgian handball team and the creepy tour guide who couldn't keep his sleazy hands to himself. For the sake of sparing the lawn such a punishment, James hastily removes himself from Shane, grabs Peter by the collar, shoves him in the direction of the downstairs loo and retreats to the safety of the living room, where there are, at least, no naked drawings of Sirius gracing the walls.

Most of the people in here are transfixed by Saffy Stephens, who is down to the last three in her Fortnite game and cursing like a sailor, but there are a small pile of birthday cards on the end table where James and Sirius normally keep their keys. He perches on the sofa arm, sets his half-drunk beer bottle on the carpet, pushes his dark, disheveled hair away from his forehead and begins leafing through them. It's a necessity when one lives with Sirius, who thinks nothing of swiping gift cards when the mood strikes him and he's had enough to drink.

They're mostly from his female friends, and all pretty standard, until he reaches the middle of the pile and finds a card bearing a picture of a moustached tabby and the caption: Have a Purr-fect Birthday!

The inscription inside is written in a lovely, swirling hand.

To Jasper/Jack/Jason/maybe Ja Rule?/J-something idk

(see above: everything I've learned about you from the friend* I came here with, verbatim)

(*who can't remember your name)

Happy Birthday! Thank you for (not) specifically inviting me, a stranger, to your party to celebrate this momentous event in your life. Please enjoy this festive card/social nicety/convention from me to you. My friend brought rum which you may prefer.

I'll be around. Not that you'll know.

LE

James lowers the card and twists on the sofa arm at once, eyes darting around the room in search of its author, as if they might be laying in wait to watch him read it and see how he reacts. Nobody appears to have ducked behind the couch, however, so the situation merits further scrutiny.

Obviously, he needs to meet this person.

A mystery! At his birthday party!

He perks right up after that.

*

She's coming out of the downstairs loo when a short, blonde man in a garish Hawaiian shirt barrels past her and pukes all over the chequerboard tiled floor, narrowly missing her jeans.

"Oh no," he moans into his wet hands. "Oh no—"

"There there, mate," says Lily consolingly, never one to judge somebody for getting drunk early at a party. She pats him on the back before squeezing past him and rejoining Kingsley, who is standing in one of this meandering Georgian house's many hallways, chatting to a bloke in a houndstooth sweater vest and holding two glasses of something very, very sparkly that she must try at once.

"It's like...it's like everything and nothing at the same time," Houndstooth Bloke is saying when Lily draws close, gesturing to a huge canvas painting of a rain-soaked fairground at night.

"Is it?" Kingsley asks.

"Mmm. Very." Houndstooth shakes his shoulders like he's slipping out of a robe. "Meant to be esoteric, I suppose."

That sounds suspiciously like pretentious bullshit to Lily, who doesn't find the concept of a merry looking fairground all that difficult to absorb. Kingsley knows more about the art world than she does, but he must agree with her assessment because he grunts and shoves her glass into her hand when she stops beside him, and more roughly than she deserves, as if she's the one who landed him in this mess of a conversation to begin with.

Trust him to find himself stuck with the only dick (not etched by a 4B Steadtler graphite pencil) in the building, and trust her to be stuck with the person who got himself stuck with King.

"What are we talking about?" she asks brightly, just to fuck with him.

"Drink your champagne, there's a good little hen," King mutters, his teeth clenched together, hallway lights bouncing off the smoothly waxed dome of his bald head.

"We've been discussing this piece." Houndstooth nods to the painting, but his limpid eyes narrow on Lily's face. "Christ, you're very redheaded, aren't you?"

It's decided. She'll wait 'til Houndstooth is drunk and trip him up with Henry Hoover's hose.

"Ergo soulless, yes," she agrees.

"And you...enjoy that?" he asks, as if being redheaded is her profession.

"Very much, thanks."

"Hmmp. Well. I came here with Saffron," he announces, pronouncing it Sef-ron. As if Lily is supposed to know who that is. "Platonically, of course. Actually, we're some sort of cousins, I think. What do you think the artist is trying to convey?"

He's very pointedly asking her, so Lily blinks at the painting, her eyes on the outstretched arm of a child on the carousel.

"I like the pretty colours," she decides aloud.

"Right," says Houndstooth, "but that's not—"

"And the lights, too. The lights are really pretty."

"But—"

"I love funfairs, actually," she brightly continues, finding a strange satisfaction in playing dumb in front of Houndstooth and his overbleached fade. Although she does really like the colours. "Haven't been to one in years!"

"Yes, good, whatever, but what is the artist trying to convey?"

"What artist?" comes a voice from behind them.

Lily glances over her shoulder and finds herself looking up at the man whose penis she's spent the past thirty minutes avoiding eye contact with, though he is taller, better proportioned and infinitely more beautiful than any of those crudely drawn depictions could possibly convey. He is also beplumed and bejewelled like a pirate, wearing a sumptuous velvet jacket over a loose white shirt, numerous rings on his fingers and an assortment of silver chains around his slender neck, while his grey eyes and elegantly high-set cheekbones are framed by a tumble of black hair that genuinely looks like silk.

The man is so beautiful, in fact, that Lily immediately wonders why he's been taking sketches home from the life drawing class that he and Kingsley pose for—hence their acquaintance and Lily's presence at this party—when nothing she's seen tonight has done him any justice.

Most happily, his penis is tucked safely out of sight.

"Alright, Sirius?" says King.

"Alright, Marvel?" Sirius claps a hand to the taller man's massive shoulder. Kingley's muscles bulge in a way that cannot be hidden by modern habiliments. "What are we talking about?"

"Not much." Houndstooth looks put out by the arrival of yet another person. "We were just mesmerised by this piece."

Lily refrains from gesturing to the painting with both hands and a "ta-dah!" choosing instead to sip her champagne.

It's very good champagne. Mmm. Yes.

"Oh, yeah, it's really something," Sirius agrees. He brushes past Kingsley and runs a finger over the illegible squiggle of a signature on the canvas. His nails are beautifully manicured. "Local guy, young up-and-comer. I assume you've heard of Algernon?" he asks Houndstooth, fixing him with a steely-eyed stare.

"Er, yes." Houndstooth's gaze slides from Sirius to the painting. "I know him."

Sirius's eyebrows lift. "Know him personally?"

"Well—"

"That's so weird, I heard he never speaks to people."

Houndstooth chews on the inside of his cheek, weighing up the challenge. "How…funny."

"Funny?"

"Oh, nothing. It's just, I know I've spoken to him before, and since you've bought his painting I assumed that you'd have—"

"That is funny, actually," Sirius interrupts, "because the artist is my brother, and Algernon is the name of his cat."

Kingsley has been tugging on his earring and almost rips it out of his ear as his body convulses, champagne spraying from his nostrils, while an alarming red flush sweeps across Houndstooth's face and he begins to sputter on his own self-importance. Sirius has clearly decided that he's done with all of that noise, however, because he turns back to Lily instead, looking her up and down with great and sudden interest.

"Who's this then?" he asks Kingsley, cocking his head to one side. "James's present?"

The champagne glass swings down and Lily fixes him with a deadpan stare. "Excuse me?"

Sirius slants a grin at Kingsley, a quick flash of teeth. "This one's queenly, isn't she?"

Kingsley wipes his nose with the back of his hand and laughs again. "Hardly."

"This is Primark, mate," Lily retorts, tugging on her t-shirt.

"Queenliness is a state of mind," says Sirius, "not a state of wardrobe."

"You had me marked down as a prostitute not ten seconds ago."

"Oh, that. I was only joking," he sighs, and grips her arm at the elbow, his long fingers cool against her skin. "But still, you're far too attractive to stand here talking to this clown. Come with me and I'll find you someone better."

*

James's friends are useless.

And drunk. Useless and drunk—or sort of drunk, in Saffy's case. Remus is certainly already pissed, but Remus is on meds so often that he drinks but once in a blue moon. One cocktail is usually enough to set him off, and he's been hard at the gin since he turned up with Peter at six.

"I don't know anyone with those initials," Saffy declares, once she has read, examined and even sniffed the birthday card for clues. "Except for Lisa Edelstein."

"Who's Lisa Edelstein?"

"Cuddy from House," says Remus, lowering the negroni from which he has been drinking deeply.

James pulls a face. "What the fuck is a Cuddy?"

"Oh, actually, it could mean le?" Remus suggests.

"Yes!" Saffy points at him like he might be onto something. "Like the French word for the?"

"Exactly, like—"

"It doesn't mean that!" James interrupts, unwilling to allow such profanity in his home. "That doesn't make sense, why would somebody sign their name as the?"

"Now you're asking me to explain how French people think?" says Saffy derisively, adjusting her bra strap beneath that burnt orange waistcoat she loves, the one that makes her look like she's directing a pornographic movie in the 70s when she pairs it with her tortoiseshell-framed aviators. It clashes wildly with her electric blue buzz-cut. "Am nooooo drunk enough for that."

"They could be one of those one word moniker pop stars, I suppose," Remus pipes up, smiling slyly. "You know, like Madonna?"

They think James doesn't realise that they're taking the piss out of him, but neither of them are sober enough to attempt their gambit with any kind of subtlety or grace.

"You know that's actually her real Christian name?" says Saffy.

Remus turns towards her with interest. "What, Madonna?"

"Yeah!"

"Really?"

"Yeah!" Saffy repeats. "I thought it couldn't possibly be her real name because, I mean, Madonna, yeah? But then I looked it up and apparently that's the name her mummy gave her, just goes to show—"

"I'm sorry," James interrupts, "but is Madonna relevant to this conversation?"

"Yes, always," says Saffy.

"She's an international pop megastar," Remus seconds.

James stares at his friend incredulously. "Drinking really chips away at your wit, y'know?"

"Does it?" Remus grins lazily and jiggles his cocktail in the air. "Oh, well, I'm negronly joking."

Saffy does a spit-take without the spit and clings helplessly to Remus's shoulder as she laughs, knees buckling, bangles tinkling, but James fights his own urge to start snickering.

"It's not that funny," he lies, and Remus eyes him with an alarmingly teacher-like shrewdness, despite the tellingly intoxicated flush that has crept into his thin, freckled face.

James's love of puns is tragically well known.

"You didn't get it." Remus points at his drink. His speech is starting to slur. "This is a negroni, what I said was—"

"Yeah, I got that part, I just—"

"Jesus fuck, look at her!" Saffy suddenly hisses, staggering sideways into Remus and sending him into the wall in a flurry of giggles—Remus giggling?—her voice hushed and urgent. "Who the hell is that?!"

James does look, following the direction of Saffy's gaze. Sirius has just entered the living room, casually clutching the elbow of a……

……goddess.

An actual. Like. Goddess.

A goddess. In James's house. In his living room. In the place where he eats his chocolate boulder cereal and rewatches Scrubs (even season 9, which is hilarious, and very unfairly disparaged by Joe Public) on Saturday mornings.

She's a goddess. A real one, and cleverly disguised as a mortal, sure, with her slouchy white t-shirt and her big hoop earrings and her light blue jeans that are torn at the knees, wearing her shoulder-length red hair half up, half down and slightly messy, but that doesn't hide what she is.

"Oh my god," he murmurs. His heart is pounding all of a sudden, which is so...utterly bloody stupid, but Saffy's right, bloody look at her, Jesus fuck.

"Surely she can't be with Sirius?" Saffy murmurs back.

"No, she—" He watches Sirius lean down to mutter something in the redhead's ear. A ghost of a laugh flits across her beautiful face. "She's not his—he isn't—"

"D'you think—"

"No, I—"

"Good," says Saffy firmly. She lets go of Remus and rises, lengthening her spine. It is a battle stance of some sort, presumably. "Because I saw her first."

"No!" James cries, wounded, and the redhead shoots him a curious look with a pair of eyes that are startlingly emerald green, even from all the bloody way over here. He spins to face Saffy and lowers his voice, face burning. "It's my house!"

"What are you arguing here, ownership rights?"

"No but it—it's my birthday!" James retorts, jabbing at his own chest. "And, actually, and—"

"It's in the bloody post!"

"—you didn't get me a present!" he finishes in triumph, not that he knows what he's arguing for, because the likelihood is that his tongue will glue itself to the roof of his mouth if he even dares to look in her direction one more time. "Plus I set you up with Vanya Petrich, with whom, as I recall, you enjoyed four years—"

"Stop throwing that in my face!"

"—four blissful years—"

"Is it my fault that you've never fancied any girl I've set you up with?!"

"—promised me an Easter ham for setting you up with her and I never got it—"

"So now you'll trade a woman for a ham?" Saffy accuses, though her face is too lit up, her brown eyes too crinkled at the corners—she's having fun with this and she isn't going to fool him and she knows it. "That's so low, even—"

"Don't start with that," James scathingly cuts in. "You offered me Sean Connery's autograph for Bonnie Grogan's number—"

"Which you never gave me!"

"Because you forged the bloody signature!"

"And now she's bloody married!"

"Yeah, well, Isabella wouldn't give me a counterfeit present, would she?" he retorts, and Saffy lets her shoulders drop, smirking. "This is pointless, Saf, we can't—"

"She's just left with Sirius," Remus informs them, and burps.

[sandysmoved]

(Happy Valentine’s Day gay ppl Beffica is sad and I for one think if she fell in love with my OC maybe she wouldn’t be so sad LETS GO LESBIANS)

“Isn’t it SO sad that I call you Bestie?”

Saffi glared at her journal like a mean eye would make the words write themselves, chewing on the end of her pencil harshly. Then, she thought about how long it had been since she’d had more than sauce and foraged plants to eat, and hastily switched to nibbling on her candy necklace, lest she end up developing a taste for wood.

“Haha, I, like, barely know you.”

Behind her, Sprout continued to chant his muffled little babbling, running in circles on the cot like a cat getting ready to settle down. It would be adorable (oh hell, it WAS adorable), if it wasn’t just another distraction bouncing around in her head.

The notes. The maps. The tracks. A missing explorer, and her not-so-missing girlfriend. That thing standing on the cliffs, watching from the treeline. What did it all mean?

“And if I DID get to know you, you’d probably hate me for it.”

Okay Saffi. Deep breaths. You’re smart. You’re good at mysteries. Misplaced mascots aside. Keep it together.

Her pencil refused to cooperate though, continuing to idly shade strands of a violet ponytail in a graphite monochrome.

“Oh well, enjoy it while it lasts, Beffy.”

“UGH.”

Saffi slammed her head on the desk, the pounding in her brain drowning out the concerned chattering of the captive Strabby skittering around the floor.

“This sucks. This sucks so big.”

She wasn’t gonna get any work done like this. She could barely even sit still, her foot tapping out an idle tune (get up everybody, come on and do the wiggle with meee) as she slammed her journal shut. Saffi hummed around her pencil (god, she really WAS going to acquire a taste for it at this point) as she leaned back in her chair and pulled her hair back up into her scrunchie. It wasn’t too terribly late, only a half hour or so after sunset maybe. Surely someone in town would have a request, or maybe she could try hunting down that annoying Noodler for Floofty again. Nothing burned off manic energy like actually getting set on fire accidentally.

“Isn’t it SO sad that I call you Bestie?”

...no. That could wait. Saffi had something more important to do right now, and she had an idea how she was going to do it. She spun in her chair, kicking open the box under her cot, and slid off onto the floor to dig through its contents, tugging an old, worn album from underneath a tangle of useless stuff.

“Haha, I, like, barely know you.”

Well then. Time to fix that.

~*~

Beffica sighed, blowing a loose strand of hair out of her eyes as she idly traced lines in the dirt with a stick. This sucked. This sucked REALLY BIG, actually. It would probably suck a little smaller if she wasn’t sitting on a cold hard stone threshold, but like hell was she gonna join the others by the fire when Cromdo was over there, being all...loud. And old. And Cromdo. The squeeb. She probably would’ve gone and wandered idly around the huts, maybe looked at Wiggle’s records again, but she wasn’t in the mood to get yelled at if she came back early.

Or she could go up to the airship, but...no. After that...super uncool moment she’d let slip earlier, she wouldn’t be surprised if Saffi wasn’t too interested in hanging out. Hell, she’d rather go back to the stupid cave right now, than-

Grass crunched underfoot, and Beffica glanced up, blinking in surprise at the sunset orange grumpus standing at her door. Saffi glanced down at her, her expression...odd, in the flickering firelight across the way. Her fingers drummed a bit (nervously?) on the surface of the book she was holding, before they stilled, and she took a deep breath, blinking.

Beffica opened her mouth to say...well, she didn’t know, and she didn’t have the chance to know, because Saffi beat her to it.

“I know...I know it’s...scary.”

She paused, like she was trying to remember the meaning of the words her brain had shoved out prematurely, and for once, Beffica didn’t have a response. Instead, she sat up a bit straighter, watching Saffi find the thread to explain. Patience wasn’t exactly a virtue that came naturally to her. Maybe that’s why she had been so bad at her job, in the end. Maybe that’s why she’d been so bad at a lot of things. But for some reason, in this particular instance? She was willing to wait a lifetime to find out what Saffi had to say.

“It’s scary, being known. Letting yourself be known. And that’s okay! It’s okay to be afraid. But…”

Here it comes.

Beffica flinched without meaning too, and she hoped Saffi didn’t see it. She didn’t need to look any more pathetic than she already had earlier.

Did you enjoy it, Beffy? Was it fun while it lasted? Would you do better if you could do it all over again? Not like it matters, you can’t-

“But, if I’m your bestie…and I really, REALLY like being your bestie, for the record...then maybe...I think you should at least know me.”

Beffica froze, staring up at Saffi with eyes so wide she felt like they’d pop out and roll away. What? Pardon, what?

Saffi looked down at the book, cracking it open and tracing some of the dusty contents with her eyes, suddenly very aware of how known she was offering to be.

“If. If you want to,” she murmured, suddenly looking very, very small.

And Beffica still had no words. What could she say? What could she possibly say in response to something like this? She hadn’t rehearsed for this moment (and clearly, neither had Saffi), she’d never had any preparation for this. This wasn’t a tasty morsel of information hiding under someone’s bed, a secret to be uncovered hiding behind a tree in the middle of the night. This was knowledge offered. This was someone being vulnerable, and willingly. This was sharing.

With Beffica, of all grumps.

She didn’t know what to say.

So instead, she scooted over, patting the empty space next to her in the doorway, and Saffi’s doubts visibly melted from her posture like snow from a rooftop. She plopped down unceremoniously, cracking the old album open on her knee, and Beffica didn’t hesitate to lean in close to watch her fingers trace the page to tap an old photo. “See, that’s me when I was a toddler, I spent the summer with my grandparents, and-“

Beffica couldn’t tell what the sound that escaped her throat at the sight was; kinda groan and kinda laugh. “Oh my GRUMP, bestie, no offense, but who in the world let you leave the house with your hair chopped up like that?”

“I know, right? My grandmother, bless her cotton socks but that woman should NOT have been legally allowed with ten yards of kitchen scissors-“

Saffi launched into the story like it was the easiest thing in the world, like she was reading off the latest big scoop, instead of inviting someone she’d only known a few weeks into the treasure chest of her life. Every story was like that, every explanation for why her clothes were so oversized and mismatched, or who gave her that particular stuffed animal. And not once, not once did she try to prod Beffica to contribute her own anecdote, back her into a conversational corner that could only end in an unwanted revelation, or a total shutdown.

It was...nice. Comfortable. Listening to her talk. Getting to know Saffironica Snakattak (“Only my granny calls me that, though. Granny and Floofty. The rest of you should all call me Saffi.”) as more than just the bright-eyed journalist who fell out of the sky and started pulling everyone back together in her orbit.

And if Beffica leaned in a little more with each tale? For a closer look? To hear better? To rest her head against Saffi’s arm as the night grew chilly?

Who had to know?

[annikasevenshots]

Star Trek Picard: S2E5 Reaction (spoilers!)

Borg Queen drinking in radio soup... yes

borg queen stirring shit up WHY

Also borg queen using agnes' voice first... girl... 😳

Seven and Raffi DOMESTIC FIGHT OH GOD

"Raffi... please." AND RAFFI LISTENING AND RELENTING??????? WHAT THE HELL?????

SEVEN BRINGING UP ELNOR????????? AND GABE?????? WHAT THE HELL?????????

okay so raffi fights and seven flies i want to DIE

“what doesn’t move is vulnerable” okay why you gotta attack me like this

"I've got your back, you've got mine, right?" I CANNOT I CANNOT KILL ME RIGHT THIS INSTANT I CANT DEAL WITH THIS ANYMORE

raffi seeing elnor...........................................................

GARY SEVEN?????? HOLY SHIT

Is this one of the first times they're openly talking about depression on Trek?

DR SOONG?????,???? DR S

HE'S DRIVING A TESLA???????????? PH HMUGOD

soji soji soji soji soji soji soji!!!!!!!!! <3

okay fine maybe kore not soji but ISA BRIONES MY BELOVED

she's really tempting me to cut my hair like that grrrrrrrrrrrrr

"I want to learn to swim" KORE BABY YOUR DAD HAS A LITERAL POOL

wait no why is she dying. i hate it here. i'm already attached to her do NOT take her away i swear to g

"Check your 3D printer ;-)" oh god will 2024 sexting be 3d printing dicks

Why are the police still involved in star trek picard. Go away <3

Also yes love how much we're seeing of the La Sirena in this episode, gotta be a good thing for the Mapping La Sirena Project! <3

Picard having tea with milk????? Who are you and what have you done to earl grey, hot

Why does Agnes wake up with perfect hair, thanks i hate it

WHY ARE THE BORG QUEEN'S TENTACLES SLIMYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

Agnes with a gun is so sexy of her

Yeah Borg Queen really be acting of the..,... Fruity Nature like "I'm the only one who has seen all of you"???

Now hold on... Dr Soong's quarantine shields for Kore are the same as the ones they use in 24th century Bad Timeline... hold on i'm connecting the dots

KORE SWIMMING <33333 LITTLE BABY GIRL FLOATING IN MOTION <333333333

"Patience implies time" hmmmmmmmmmmM

"There's no one we can trust more" -pans to space idiots (affectionate) dragging dead body across the floor- WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT STAR TREK PICARD BEING A COMEDY LMFAOOOOOOO

Raffi and Picard having that chat... ended stand up comedy actually

also i love their little rapport and how they kind of gently press each other about their relationships, it’s so nice to see

I love it that everyone is all back together by the way <3 Found family <3

What do you mean they can't bring everyone to the gala???????? WHAT DO YOU MEAN WE CANT SEE EVERYONE IN FANCY DRESSES, LITERALLY SHUT UP

also i hate this because i've been writing a champagne reception Saffi fic and now it'll look like i lifted it from this episode

"Intro to Antique Coding" CUUUUUTE

Mmmm fly me to the moooon

Agnes looks so GOOD 😭

YIKES THE WAY AGNES WAS ASSIMILATED THOUGH

YIKES THE WAY AGNES AND THE BORG QUEEN ARE "BESTIES" NOW

In conclusion, this episode was great. Super compelling. Now give me Raffi and Seven in evening dresses/tuxes 🤠🤝

[chuuguins]

tag 9 people to learn more about their interests!

tagged by: absolutely no one but hey

MUSIC

fave genre? i suppose it's kpop, isn't it? besides that, i listen to a lot of pop and alternative music. throw in some musical theatre from time to time. i went through a major country phase back in the day too.

fave artist? kpop, loona. non-kpop, taylor swift.

fave song? blueming, by iu.

most listened song recently? sunflower, by iz*one or weekend, by taeyeon. i have a lot of songs on repeat.

song currently stuck in your head? lilac, by iu.

5 fave lyrics? all too well, taylor swift // home is you, megan & liz // house of cards, caitlyn smith // life sucks, ha:tfelt // personal best, maisie peters (cutting this down was so hard!!)

radio or your own playlist | solo artists or bands kpop groups | pop or indie | loud or silent volume I slow or fast songs | music video or lyrics video | speakers or headset | riding a bus in silence or while listening to music | driving in silence or with radio on

BOOKS

fav book genre? young adult contemporary or self help (lol)

fav writer? idek, i really don't read enough.

fav book? anna and the french kiss, to all the boys (only the first book) or every day.

fav book series? the charlie bone series, harry potter, twilight.

comfort book? anything i read when i was younger (saffy's angel, the clique series, stargirl, jacqueline wilson books), world ain't ready (i will not elaborate) and some of the random as fuck books on my audible account.

perfect book to read on a rainy day? i really don't read much so these questions are leaving me ?? ummm, something nostalgic? or.........choices?? high school story?? ldfskjldskjfldskj

fave characters? luna lovegood? haha, maybe that's because we share a name. also, lara jean song covey because i love her aesthetic sdlkfjdskl

5 quotes from your fave book that you know by heart? i genuinely have no idea, nor do i care much.

hardcover or paperback | buy or rent | standalone novels or book series | ebook or physical copy | reading at night or during the day | reading at home or in nature | listening to music while reading or reading in silence | reading in order or reading the ending first | reliable or unreliable narrator | realism or fantasy | one or multiple POVS | judging by the covers or by the summary | rereading or reading just once

TV AND MOVIES

fave tv/movie genre? basically anything with a real life setting. i love slice of life stuff, though i enjoy a lot of different things. i also really like horror movies, my partner, sister and i love to watch them together.

fave movie? about time, heathers, god help the girl and your name.

comfort movie? i actually have a lot but lately it's been 13 going on 30. though my all time comfort movie is probably about time.

movie you watch every year? i have a tendency to rewatch movies really frequently so there's a lot of them, way too many to mention.

fave tv show? buffy the vampire slayer, parks and recreation, toradora.

comfort tv show? the above shows + gilmore girls and boy meets world probably?

most rewatched tv show? btvs, parks and rec and two of a kind. i will not elaborate.

5 fave characters? spike (btvs), meiko honma (anohana),

tv shows or movie | short seasons (8-13 episodes) or full seasons (22 episodes or more) | one episode a week or binging | one season or multiple seasons | one part or saga | half hour or one hour long episodes | subtitles on or off | rewatching or watching just once | downloads or watches online

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