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[stageturn]

(slides u a jon) got time for a draw this in your style?

use #stageturnDTIYS to participate :D

HAVE FUN!!!!! (closeups under the cut :3)

and here's the actual doodle of s1 Jon

[dickarchivist]

CUUUUUUTE!!!!!!! AHHH!!!!!

Alpha-17 is quickly becoming a favorite of mine, and this just boosted him up there into my top 10! I love all the backstory you gave for the reader, it felt so natural and really added to The interaction between Alpha and reader ♡♡♡

Wonderful piece, thank you for writing!!

Blanket Thief

So I decided to do something different today, and I found a prompt for this particular writing practice. And, thank you@starrrgazingbunny for giving me a list of clones to write for.

Pairing: Alpha-17 x Reader

Word Count: 1035

Songs: None

Warnings: None

Prompt: "I wondered why I was freezing, turns out you stole the whole blanket."

The War was supposed to be over. ‘Supposed’ being the keyword in that sentence. It wasn’t, of course. You are clever enough to know that the death of Palpatine isn’t going to really change anything.

And you are smart enough to recognize that this war was probably going to happen even if Palpatine hadn’t been pulling the strings in the background. 

You roll over in your bed, pulling your fleece blanket up tighter around your neck. You had come to Kamino several years ago, at the bequest of your uncle.

“Come on, kid.” He had said at the time, “It’ll be good experience for your career. And you’ll be well paid.” 

So you came to Kamino. Following those sweet, sweet credits that you were promised.

And now here you are, several years later, still on Kamino, still getting paid a lot of money…though now you remain because Master Shaak Ti made the request that you stay to help with the de-chipping and the gene therapy for the cadets…well, and the adult clones.

Of course, you’re pretty sure she made the request that you remain because you’re one of a handful of people that Alpha-17 actually trusts with the Cadets. The other people being your fellow natborn medics.

You bury yourself deeper into your blankets as your mind drifts to Alpha-17. One of the oldest clones, a trainer for the cadets, and the most stubborn and bullheaded man you’ve ever had the pleasure, or displeasure, of meeting.

He towers over everyone, and is the most dangerous person on Kamino.

He drives you completely insane, challenging your expertise on a daily basis, butting heads with you over the way you taught the medic bound cadets. And you challenge him back, having full blown fights in the hallways over how the cadets are, or had been, treated.

Jango used to tell you that there’s no point in fighting with Alpha-17, that he was just a human looking droid. He stopped saying that the first time you verbally eviscerated him for having the gall to compare Alpha-17 to a droid.

The night was the first night, of many, that Alpha-17 made himself at home in your room. And your bed.

You had earned his respect with your desire to protect the cadets. And you had earned his affection with your desire to protect him.

At this point in time, Alpha-17 is living with you. Much to the amusement of the cadets in your care. And the vod’e who couldn’t help but make suggestive comments to you when Alpha-17 isn’t within earshot. They think it’s hilarious that Alpha can’t help but leave marks where everyone will see them.

But it’s late, and so is he. Stuck doing paperwork for the tubies who will have normal childhoods, unlike the rest of their vod’e.

You grumble under your breath, and eye the empty space next to you. It’s fine, you suppose. You can sleep without him, it is just so much colder when he’s not in bed with you.

Frustrated, you roll over to his side of the bed and bury your face in his pillow, and try to fall asleep.

It must have worked, because the next thing you know, you’re being moved back to the cold side of the bed, your side of the bed, and the blanket is getting adjusted around you. “Mm…Alpha?”

“Go back to sleep, cyar’ika.” His voice is low, more of a rumble that you feel than words you can hear. You feel the bed dip and you instinctively bury yourself against his side. You feel him shift, and his arm drapes securely around your waist, and you release a happy sigh as you press your face against his chest.

You swiftly drift back to sleep, secure with the knowledge that you’re safe because Alpha is with you.

The next time you wake up, it’s because Alpha is prodding you awake, “Cyar’ika, wake up.”

You whine and bury your face into your pillow, “Go ‘way. ‘s early.”

You hear him laugh quietly, “Absolutely not. Wake up, cyare.”

You huff and turn your head to squint at the chrono next to the bed, “Why? It’s…5 am? Alpha…” You whine.

“Don’t you ‘Alpha’ me,” He smooths his hand across your head, “I woke up freezing,”

You turn and squint at him, finally noticing that he’s not covered in a blanket, “Well, maybe you wouldn’t be cold if you were using a blanket.” You snark.

He raises a single brow, and he reaches over to lightly tug the blanket you’ve cocooned yourself in, “I wondered why I was freezing, and then I realized that you stole the whole blanket.”

You look down at your cocoon, and then blink up at him, “...sorry.”

He shook his head, and a laugh fell from his lips, “Don’t worry about it, cyar’ika. It’s time for me to get up anyway.” Surprisingly nimble fingers untuck the blanket from under you, and then effortlessly untangle you from your cocoon, and he smirks as he smoothly ripped the blanket off of you.

You weakly gripped the hem of the blanket as you release a noise of unhappiness, but he is strong enough to just tug it out of your grip and throw it at the end of the bed. “Alpha! It’s cold!”

“Hm. I can fix that,” Alpha says with a slow smirk.

You squeak as he rolls over you, effortlessly pinning your hands over your head with one hand, and his other hand dips under your loose tank top, tracing random shapes against the bare skin over your ribs. “I thought you said you needed to get ready for the day?” You ask, a small grin playing on your lips.

He glances at the chrono, and then leans down and bumps his forehead against yours, his eyes locked on your lips, “I have 90 minutes. I bet I can warm you up in that time.”

You squeak, and giggle, as he crashes his lips against yours, silently demanding that you submit to him.

Coincidentally, you’re both late for work that morning. And, when you finally show your face, you have several new marks on your neck that your uniform isn’t quite high enough to cover.

[sapin7]

daffodils

[that-butch-archivist]

the documentary "the aggressives" about poc butches is on streaming and can be bought idk if that's useful or anything but i just watched it and thought it fit in here

It's totally useful, thanks for reaching out!! I've not had time to watch this one myself yet but it's high on the list for ... whenever I get a moment. I've heard really good things and all, and--oh shit it's free on Tubi ... HMMM. Okay. Well. I know what I have to see later lol. xD

But yes, anon is right--for those interested in seeing more butches of color, or just butches in general, please take a look at "The Aggressives"!

"The Aggressives" on Wikipedia. "The Aggressives" (free to watch!) on Tubi.

[animehouse-moe]

I Miss The Case Study of Vanitas Because Sex

Okay, please forgive me for the clickbait-y title, but I just had to take it. The whiplash is too fun to me. Anyways, yes, I miss The Case Study of Vanitas (both as an anime and manga, since we've not gotten vol 10 in English yet) because of sex. Not the act in and of itself, but the appeal, the tension, the experience. Animanga isn't nearly as sexless as North American media, but it presents its own unique challenges and issues. So, if you don't mind, please humor my little foray into an attempt to explain the decoupling of fan service and sex appeal, with The Case Study of Vanitas as a medium.

⚠️Warning: I've done my best to keep it spoiler free, but by nature there is mild spoilers in regards to characters and certain interactions.⚠️

Is The Case Study of Vanitas about sex? Well, obviously not, no, it's about vampires. But as much as it's about vampires, it's also about despair, hope, penance and revenge, and the intricacies of the human condition. It just happens to feature vampires as the selling point. And I believe therein lies the best explanation of Vanitas: it's not about sex, but rather contains those aspects as a part of the people that exist in its world.

Fanservice has become a rather perverted term. Rather than appealing to a broad range of applications, fanservice tends to exclusively apply to displays that are sexual in nature (most typically in regards to catering to male audiences). In that way it's not particularly awful in how the term itself has shifted, but the use of fanservice is borderline pathetic in most series. A gaudy display of body parts, it hangs on excessive scale and movement to catch the eyes of touch starved individuals. I don't need a ballooned bosom besetting my vision before bobbing about in a baroque display for all too long. That's not the point.

But what is the point? Well, I've prattled on long enough so here's an example.

A look in the eyes, the right lighting. Even simple posing. Sex appeal is not limited to explicit displays of sexuality, but is rather the personification of both the character's intent as well as their external perception.

There are so many moments in this series that are in no way explicitly sexual, but can easily be perceived to have sex appeal or sexual tension.

But then, how would that appeal not feel weakened? It's a good question, honestly, and an important one to ask. When you display the chest of an underaged girl enough times, it won't elate the audience enough to be perceived as "good". It's a universal issue with storytelling, so how does Vanitas get around it?

My answer (and perhaps not the only answer) is how this appeal and tension is derived. I had sort of said it earlier, but didn't really explain. Its source is the very nature of the characters and world. It is not an external force exposing these facets, but the machinations of the plot and its pieces themselves.

Have a look at this example here. Vampires are hot, right? Their power, broody nature, and the concept of the unknown have played into their eroticism and appeal since time immemorial (seriously, look up Carmilla). Vanitas pounces on that concept and immediately plays into it. We don't get blood sucking every episode and every second, no. But we get it enough to provide variation, it appears at the right time to provide another layer to the nature of the story and characters.

Anyways, the example. Lord Ruthven and Noe. Two vampires, engaging in something strictly non-sexual. He is simply biting Noe. But the posing, the nature of the layout. It presents tension. It presents Ruthven's ownership and commanding nature of Noe in this moment. Domination and subjugation.

Even more is this sequence. The commanding nature that presents a clear power dynamic. The phrasing. It absolutely exudes sexual tension. But nothing of the sort is apparent in the actual interaction.

So what's the deal here. I know I had spoken on how characters themselves can convey tension and appeal without explicit intent to do so, but how can circumstance and interaction play into it as well?

Another lovely question. What comprises the act of sex? What are the pieces that elate, entice, and encourage someone? Well, aside from the answer that it's down to the individual, there's a few core pieces. The "top and bottom" dynamic is certainly the one that appears the most when dealing with pairs. Another, while a bit unseemly and slightly (?) taboo is the concept of fear and violence. Of course, I don't mean in any serious context, but the concept is how those things make you feel, and that they stem from that similar power dynamic. Perhaps that's the best word to describe it with: power dynamic. It's all about how two characters interact with each other, where they stand in relation to one another. The above image is the perfect example of that, and the following is how to build on it.

Vanitas and Jeanne, an incredible combination born not out of a mutual desire for the other, but the sheer interest of one and the needs of another. It's a one sided love spurred on by the actions of one that encourages the other to let loose. It creates the interesting dynamic of a power bottom that remains refreshing alongside the other relationships that exist in the story.

So here's a clip of that dynamic.

The way the camera and characters hang on each moment, the way the layouts aim to both obstruct but also apply razor focus. The voice acting. All of it, every single moments provides for that tension and appeal, and it extends past the act of sucking blood and into the souls of the characters themselves. A terrible plead that spills from blood stained lips, a promise that comes from the origin of that crimson.

This "sex appeal" and "sexual tension" is not something manufactured, but the absolute core of these characters. The act of domination, the incredible an undesired need of a substance, the mental fractures eroding at the ego of a person. All of these moments stem from the very souls of the characters and bubble up to the surface in these forms of expression. Where words will not do, actions speak in their place.

Also, Vanitas moaning. Yes please. The greatest benefit to this series is the fact that it's willing to lean into the men as well. This is not "just" for the guys (and lesbians), no. This is for everyone, but especially those that enjoy a side of insanity and toxicity to their romance.

So that brings us to the end. Vanitas is not "about" sex, Vanitas is sex and is the purest way to deliver on fan service while providing sexual tension and appeal. It's subtle, subdued, infrequent and benign. It does not bend to the desires of the viewer, but rather stems from those of the characters. And so many series need to take note. "Lucky Lecher" and perversely excessive displays have no home in my heart when there are far more artistic and desirable sequences that can be produced.

[dickarchivist]

I LOVE THIS I READ IT OFTEN YOU HAVE NO IDEAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

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Becoming friends with the Grave squad is one of the easiest things you’ve ever let yourself do.

Grim reminders of the war you’re fighting make any capacity for just letting things happen practically impossible; you’re always alert, always keen, always firm with decisions and tactics because there’s no space for shrugs and ‘let’s see how it goes’ when everything you know is on the brink of destruction.

So when you join the 404th and meet a group of pleasantly dispositioned clones with some of the coolest helmets you’ve ever seen, letting yourself go with the tides becomes so appealing.

They actively enjoy your company, wave you over when they spot you in a crowd, and flash you handsome smiles as you join in on any conversation they’d been having previously. Each of them has their own story to tell and you find little things to adore about each.

Yet one takes up your headspace more than the rest.

Banshee holds a presence stronger than you initially thought. The quiet, more serenely observing member of their squad never demanded your attention, whether just through implications or bluntly placing himself in front of you (like certain brothers of his), yet your eyes always drifted his way. There’s something to him you can’t place, something that makes his appeal stronger and pulls you into his orbit more.

So you ask questions. Verbally, when you’re grabbing food and ask him if rations are the best thing he’s ever tasted, to which he promptly places his plate down and tells you, it’s better than Specter’s cooking, at least, before scooping a pile of rice and going to his table, leaving you biting the inside of your cheek with the smallest little smile. Nonverbally, when you see him swaying slightly in the carrier. Tired? You mouth, to which he nods and rubs his forehead with a soft grimace, the preceding sigh and gentle parting of his lips too delicate for the world he’s subjected to.

It’s rare for the thought of his face and eyes and pretty smile to leave your brain. It’s always there, whether in the forefront or not, demanding a place burrowed deep into your psyche because it’s just so important.

Not that you’d complain or nag your mind to stop. Being relaxed and smitten is a privilege in wartime.

Especially when you do make a mistake and do falter slightly when you trip on your feet beside Ban and his fast reflexes save the day.

You yelp twice in a row; once when you feel your balance slipping, and once again when you feel strong, sturdy arms wrap around your waist and turn you to face the holder of them. Banshee’s eyes are far too pretty, and you hesitate to say anything when he catches you and stares down at your silly mess, promptly holding your waist and placing you back on your feet without a second thought.

Be careful, he signs, and you stammer, choking up a response you had not thought out fully even as you begin to speak.

“I–I’m trying!” You retort, voice weak. But Banshee still grins and nods modestly before both of you turn and continue walking. You proceed to bedim your face to hide your wide eyes and aggressively unyielding blush.

When you fight beside his brothers, you get to hear his voice. Phantom quips something witty about clankers and you grin, Ghost following suit with a reminder to keep your eyes on the prize, and then you hear the cry tear through the air.

“GET DOWN!”

Something bursts. Your legs crumble above the rubble and your knees are barely saved from scraping when you drop down. Fire ripples above you as if something mystical had let out a breath of scalding kindle, and your eyes widen in shock. 

When it’s finally gone, and the view of dancing and orange blues is replaced with gray smoke, you take a deep intake of breath. Still pressed between his brothers on the ground, Banshee leaves his place behind the three of you and leans down, eyes scanning to your left to check on Phantom, then right to check on Ghost, then to you.

Alright? He signs, eyes not leaving yours.

With a fragile nod, his lips form a tight line as a way to respond and he pulls you up. Why he chose to grab you first, you’re unsure. The mere thought doesn’t occur to you hours after the fact in the solace of the barracks.

“RAI! THE PACKAGE! KEEP IT SECURE!” Banshee shouts again, and all of you follow suit in your urgency, darting to the next blockade.

His voice is what occupies your thoughts for the next few days. It moves along the same orbit as the rest of your curiosities and thoughts about him, posing more questions and fascinations; what does he sound like when soft-spoken? Would he ever speak for you? Mutter, even? You’d hear anything he’d be willing to say. If he wants you to hear.

Your avid, curious eyes get the best of you once again when he catches you gazing at the heart tattooed on his temple.

“I–I like it,” You stammer immediately, trying to seem less creepy.

Banshee presses his fingers right under his bottom lip to sign thank you.

“Why’d you get it?” You ask, then proceed to internally damn your dorkiness. He blinks, taking in your question before signing,

Athena drew it there once.

You smile warmly, then remark.

“She’s quite the artist. She should draw the tattoos for all of your brothers.”

His chuckle simmers in the back of his throat and he grins your way. You try not to let your heart leap (it does anyway).

You have a nice smile.

Ban’s eyes widen ever so slightly when he watches you sign.

I didn’t know you knew sign language, he responds, expression softer every moment that passes.

You shrug and sign back,

I’ve been learning. And I picked up some from you.

None of this is a lie. But it feels untruthful not to tell him why. Learning sign had never been a large priority for you before you met Ban. Picking up any hobby or wanting to accomplish something on the side during a time of war is not the easiest task. But you’d take time for something, someone as lovely as Ban. You do.

The sweetest little smile spreads across his lips and he signs,

I really appreciate that. I hope you know.

And you nod curtly.

“I do know. At least I think so.”

Something you can't quite place is etched across his features as he responds.

I want you to feel my appreciation for everything you do so there’s no doubt in your mind otherwise.

As he finishes his sentence, your heart seizes in its chest and your face turns a deep flush of red. Just then, does the shutter of a camera click to your right.

You turn. Specter’s distinct chuckling gives away his discreet spot behind a beam and you scoff.

“Seriously?”

He peaks out more, shrugging while lowering his camera.

“Just capturing the moment.” He pans out a hand as if highlighting his next words in bold colors for the general public to gaze upon. “‘Two dorks in their natural habitat.’”

“Vod,” Banshee chastises verbally, and the lightest giggle bubbles up Specter’s chest as he saunters away to the rest of their brothers watching avidly from afar.

All of the Grave squad is pleasantly agreeable. But on second thought, perhaps falling for Banshee is the easiest thing you’ve let yourself do.

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[terminalvelocityfrfr]

Can sm1 recommend me malevolent x TMA crossover fics please I love them so much‼️‼️

[aroaessidhe]

@haveievermentioned sorry to just steal your tags to make a post about something I've been thinking about lately, but I've been seeing this kind of thing around more - and I keep seeing people put archivist wasp (and vespertine) on aro/ace book lists or just saying 'the MC is aroace!' and nothing else about them...

it's frustrating! because people read them and then are disappointed that it's not actually in the book! begging people to promote it on what it actually is (great YA book with no romance that centres complex platonic relationships!) and not something that's like... not actually in the book itself (like it's not hard to say that it's word-of-god if you must) ?? like I love to talk about it from an aspec lens also. but sometimes skipping the context in that convo means people get the wrong idea....

[vastpotato]

One of my favorite things is that when ppl are writing a time fix for tma and Jon goes far enough back to be a kid again-

1st off, it’s always after A Guest for Mister Spider (so doomed from the start and we love that)

But the Very First Thing they ever do is: A, make Jon and Gerry be best friends (and I’m so here for it) and B, also make Mary Keay disappear in some way so she’s not involved with Gerry anymore (some of them are so funny for no reason. Like yes suffer queen)

Then Micheal Shelly is always saved in some way, some save him entirely so no distortion, or they make it so Micheal is in control of distortion but now just a little bit more spirally and I honestly can’t get enough of it.

But if it’s just a normal time fix and Jon goes back to season one (gonna say w/o Martin) the very first thing that happens is always that Jon immediately is just nice to Martin and un-assholafies himself (and it’s normally the funniest thing)

But I feel like that says a lot about this fandom and I fucking love it here

[dickarchivist]

DJAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYY!!!!!!

Cuddles and Snuggles?! 👀

Sign me up lol

I have a request if you feel inspired by it 👀

6. trying to crawl under their shirt with either Wrecker or Kix.

Because I would very much like to hide under their shirts than deal with the outside lol

If you think of someone that fits the prompt better, then do that instead! (Or you can entirely disregard this ofc lol)

😘💜💜💜

A/N: Moonie! I had this whole ficlet planned out, and then we chatted about this wonderful Wrecker art by @pinkiemme, and it took over my entire brain. So thank you both for inspiring me. 🖤♥️

Pairing: Wrecker x Reader (GN)

Rating: T (but as always, minors DNI)

Wordcount: 573

Warnings and tags: fluff, cuddles, established relationship shenanigans, very slightly suggestive dialogue, mild language

Summary: Wrecker is just so warm.

Suggested Listening (English translation here):

This fic smells like: Work From Home by Memoire Archives (cappuccino, caramel, biscotti)

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You rolled over to find an empty bed. You groped blindly through the blankets, but Wrecker was nowhere to be found, and based on how cold the sheets were, he’d been gone a while. Grinding the palms of your hands into your eyes, you sat up, searching blearily for him. There was no sign of him, so you stumbled out of bed to form a rescue party of one. It wasn’t long before you saw the soft blue glow of his datapad as he curled up on the sofa in the darkness.

“Hey,” you whispered, your voice coming out in a hoarse croak. 

He looked up and smiled. “What’re you doin’ up?”

“I got cold,” you replied. “Can’t sleep?”

He shook his head.

“I’ll make us some caf,” you said.

“Already got some moogan tea,” he replied, holding up a steaming mug. 

Screw the caf, then, you decided, immediately crossing the room to plop down next to him. You leaned your head against his shoulder, wrapped your arms around his waist, and draped your legs across his thigh, tucking your feet against his calf.

“You really are cold,” Wrecker said with a laugh as he felt your frigid toes.

“Warm me up?” you pleaded, giving him the softest, most pathetic tooka eyes you could muster at such an early hour.

“C’mere, then,” he replied, adjusting your position so he could hold you a little closer while still staring over your head at his datapad.

“Reading something good?” you asked.

He kissed the top of your head. “Candy Crush.”

You laughed quietly and snuggled closer, teasing your chilled fingers beneath the hem of his shirt. He flinched away involuntarily, but when you pulled back, he let out a little grumble.

“It’s all right,” he said. “You just surprised me. Come back.”

You didn’t bother to put up even a token resistance, instead diving your icy hands enthusiastically back under his shirt. 

“Gods, you’re so warm!” you murmured, burrowing closer and sliding your hands further and further under his shirt, until you were practically wearing it with him.

“I do that on purpose so you’ll cuddle up to me,” he replied, holding back a laugh. “Comfy down there?”

“I’m working on it,” you replied. “You’re a really good heat source.”

“And you’re a really good icicle.” He set down his mug and wrapped his free arm around you. “You tryin’ to climb all the way inside my shirt?”

“Our shirt,” you replied, your voice slightly muffled by the fabric. “Besides, I’m not trying. I’m succeeding.”

“Well, maybe I should just carry you back to our bed so you can have a real blanket.”

“No, this is fine,” you replied from inside his—ahem—your shirt. “It’s cozy. I live here now.”

You felt the deep rumble of his chuckle against your cheek as you nuzzled your face against his chest. “You gonna pay rent?”

“Nah, I’m sleeping with the landlord. He’d never evict me.”

"You got that right." He shifted, and you heard the soft clatter of his datapad as he set it on the floor, then both of his arms closed around you. With seemingly no effort at all, he lifted you up and rolled the both of you over so you were tucked securely between him and the back of the sofa, wrapped in his embrace. He yawned loudly, and you knew he’d doze off within minutes. "Now stop squirmin’ and go back to sleep.”

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[ask-thearchivists]

Oh! What are...um..your questions Compelor..?

The Compelor: I am mostly here to observe and comment. Father has given us all roles to play for this evaluation, like for instance our little starlet was given the role to ask for some specifics about this other universe because he calculated that you would all let your guard down and be truthful with your answers even if you had been coached.

The Charmer: An effective but despicable tactic. Couldn't think of any other way of acquiring your goal without using a child to do your job for you?

The Compelor: Any means are justified as long as the desired outcome is reached.

[skyfullofpods]

285 is Diary of a Space Archivist!

Sci-fi comedy. Archivist Sam is alone on her little ship, archiving space, with only an old, malfunctioning AI for company - and CAL hasn’t been working too well recently. Her bosses tell her to start recording an audio diary, and that’s when she also happens to make a new friend.

On season 3, but currently on hiatus. 18 full episodes available.

[fruitgoat]

I didn't get that job I wanted. It was perfect for me, but I guess I wasn't perfect for it. It took a little (actually maybe a lot) of the sting out the rejection in that every single cousin/miscellaneous family member who heard me talk about it unquestionably had my back and even after listening to me list all the probable reasons I wasn't offered the job, they still thought me not landing the job was a bullshit decision.

[confoundedpangolin]

Noooo wait... it's coming full circle, right? Oh I really hope it doesn't... but it totally could... the first episode, Anglerfish, no way that's going to come back, right? No way they'd write that far ahead... but then again, it would tie everything up beautifully. I'm so conflicted. Jonathan Sims has broken into Gertrude's former house, I don't think that Sasha's boyfriend could possibly be good, but at the same time, I just want her to be happy. I'm still thinking about the tape with the burning clearing and the boiling pictures of Gertrude, of course an isolated mysterious ritual circle connected to the mysterious death of the former archivist with a recurring fire motif is going to be important, I'm so scared but this is amazing. Jon is so paranoid, and I can't help but think he could self isolate and fall into an insanity then villain arc, that would be cool. They all need so much therapy. There's also Mike, with his "I couldn't let the institute be taken this early" which is just way too much to unpack for my tired brain.

[that-butch-archivist]

Hey! I just found your blog and I love it. Have you heard about Unsuitable by Eleanor Medhurst? It's a book on lesbian fashion that's coming out next month and seems right up your street! 🖤

Thank you so much for the recc, I appreciate it. :) I HAD a few months ago but then completely forgot about it up until you sent this ask. Thank you for the reminder!! I will SO eagerly be getting a copy, I'm really stoked for this book. :D

A post from the author on her blog about Unsuitable: A History of Lesbian Fashion and where to order it.

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[jacksintention]

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