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[eyvahbae]

Listening to High and Dry by Radiohead and it's such a Snotlout-coded song (specifically post httyd3):

Two jumps in a week

I bet you think that's pretty clever, don't you, boy?

The condescention and the "boy" reminds me of Spitelout, "Jump" can mean getting laid, Snotlout seeking validation through sexual encounters, he seeks partners not because he loves them but because he hopes they'll make him feel complete

It can also be read as his father minimizing the work the riders do, "jumps" could mean raids on dragon trapper ships

Flying on your motorcycle

Watching all the ground beneath you drop

Hookfangs horns were literally modeled after the handles of a Harley Davidson, flying puts distance between him and his worries

You'd kill yourself for recognition

Kill yourself to never, ever stop

The first part is self explanatory, Snotlout harms both himself and others in his desperate pursuit of acclaim, the second part could be read as him not wanting to stop being young and free, being afraid of settling down and facing the responsibilities of adulthood he feels he can’t live up to, maybe dreading living on Berk again after leaving the Edge

You broke another mirror

You're turning into something you are not

Becoming more violent and agressive in his youth and alienating his peers/coming to resemble Spitelout as he ages

he has all these emotions balled up inside that he can’t express properly so he lashes out, "turning into something he is not"

Don't leave me high

Don't leave me dry

The term "High and Dry" originally refers to a boat that is left stranded after the tide went out, when this happens there's nothing you can do but wait for nature to take it's course. It also refers to being helpless in a desperate situation.

Snotlout fears being abandoned, left alone and destitute like the boat

Drying up in conversation

You will be the one who cannot talk

(Refer to the point after this one for more details), loneliness has made him worse at communicating, his former friends all have moved on and they have nothing to talk about anymore

All your insides fall to pieces

You just sit there wishing you could still make love

Struggling to express love after not expiriencing it himself, maybe an older Snotlout growing isolated and becoming undable to show affection, "your insides fall to pieces" could be a about aging or about his mental state deteriorating without proper comfort, slowly growing more and more bitter

Reading "make love" as refering to lovers could mean that he has given up on finding a partner, romantic or sexual

They're the ones who'll hate you

When you think you've got the world all sussed out

The harmful ideas he's internalized lead him to act out and push others away so in turn they aren't kind to him, he ends up feeling hated, he's stuck in his ways even though he is aware that this is hurting him

They're the ones who'll spit at you

You will be the one screaming out

Again feeling hated, the screaming out could be a silent scream for help, he needs others help to get out of this rut but he remains unable to vocalize his pain

It's the best thing that you've ever had

The best thing you have had is gone away

Feeling abandoned and stranded after Hookfang leaves, lacking both his companionship and the freedom that having a dragon provided

Snotlout often confides in Hookfang even if it's just to complain about whatever is bothering him and they spent a lot of time together, without him his biggest source of comfort is gone

[emmavakarian-theirin]

FELLOW BLACKWALL ROMANCERS, I BRING YOU FOOD

[pineapplefulfillseveryneed]

Playlist with all my footage of this show! (Yes, there's a lot. It is a testament of how special this show was to me, it still is :))

Two Hands One Mouth Overture & The Rhythm Thief (includes Russell's entrance)

Metaphor [tumblr post]

Propaganda & At Home, At Work, At Play

Sherlock Holmes [tumblr post]

Angst In My Pants

Under The Table With Her

My Baby's Taking Me Home

The Wedding Of Jacqueline Kennedy To Russell Mael [tumblr post]

Excerpts from The Seduction Of Ingmar Bergman ("Je suis Ingmar Bergman", "Mr. Bergman How Are You?", "We've Got To Turn Him 'Round", "He's Home") [tumblr post]

Dick Around (only the start of the song)

Never Turn Your Back On Mother Earth [tumblr post]

Suburban Homeboy [tumblr post]

applause

Singing In The Shower (with Catherine Ringer)

The Number One Song In Heaven [tumblr post 1] [tumblr post 2]

Beat The Clock [tumblr post]

Two Hands One Mouth [tumblr post]

the t-shirt :) [tumblr post]

Ron speaking at the end & praising Catherine Ringer

(My write-up about this concert can be found under the read more of this post.)

[saltlickmp3]

Radiohead, in rainbows disk 2, song 6, first line.

thom yorke doctor who reference real??

[miraluking-respectfully]

the ship bingo for savtas and felix? :D or any other ship of your choice!

my eyes become enormous & wet. the marriage ever 💚❤

I'm delighted to receive an ask about them because it occurs to me I've never really spoken about any of my ships as a unit? Crazy. Anyway Felix and Savtas are indisputably the healthiest relationship of my whole roster. Very Jedi-appropriate dynamic in that they're full of unconditional love and support for one another, but without possessiveness; they're happy to be together and they're at peace when apart. Early-game Sav x Felix is pure warmth and fluff, and the only real pressures on their relationship are external, in the form of the Jedi Order being really leery about it. (I've been increasingly obsessed with their romance in the context of Savtas' Jedi obligations ever since my beloved mutual reconstructionlegacy JaceSatelepilled me & made me aware of The Parallels™️. I kind of wanted to make a substitution and mark off "my boss told me to stop fucking you", but decided it went against the spirit of the original lmao) Things do become more complicated between them when they're separated during The Timeskip and then reunited somewhere around the start of KOTET (in my verse) to find they've both really changed as people. Felix has grown understandably jaded and vengeful, and Sav is more bitter and tired. They have mutual trouble recognizing the person they fell for, and recognizing themselves. They argue. They struggle to find time to be together that doesn't get cut short when Sav has to go take care of Alliance bullshit. Felix made peace with his wife being dead and is grappling with the return of emotions he thought he processed, and Savtas, already laden with guilt over her separation from her Order, begins to worry that returning to the man she loves would be just another betrayal of her responsibilities to the Jedi. This is on top of having to end things with Koth, since the pair of them fell into an ill-advised wartime situationship in Felix's absence. It sucks all around. But the love never left. It never will. It takes a lot of time and a lot of very difficult conversations, but they reforge their bond even stronger than before.

[teekays]

bordyhenry-ing for my agonies today btw

[blackwallmancer]

my OTP forever and always

Tarot commission of Mira and Thom for @blackwallmancer

[queerliblib]

Any recommendations from trans feminine or non-binary authors? My local queer book club for non-male identifying folk is great, but it’s starting to feel a little too consistently cis for comfort. Thanks!

Hell yeah! Not sure what genre or vibe you’re going for but here’s a few from our collection <3

I Hope We Choose Love: a trans girl’s notes from the end of the world, by Kai Cheng Thom

Manywhere, Morgan Thomas

Any Other City, by Hazel Jane Plante

Super Late Bloomer, my early days in transition, by Julia Kaye

Detransition, Baby, by Torrey Peters

Pet or Freshwater by Akwaeke Emezi

Nevada, by Imogen Binnie

Finna or Homesick by Nino Cipri

[crownedinmarigolds]

HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY/Lupercalia from Daimund and this wonderful asylum of Malkavians!! Please click and look at all of the amazing work, it's just SO large Tumblr cannot possibly properly show off how incredible this looks! It's - WOW. TWENTY SEVEN MALKAVIANS and one Quinn (<3) are in this picture! I did my best to height match and to make sure we could get a decent look at everyone...! Thank you to EVERYONE who participated and do not worry if you couldn't - there are tons of holidays and clans to draw for! In the best order I can manage from left to right: Monday - @zyurp Sophia - @holly-bearie Rigby - @themarginalthinker Emil - @morticrows Mir and Marie - @problemsynth Claire - @pretend-pretend-vampire Thom - @socialprawn Charlie - @osatokun Quinn and Sunspire - @tzimizce Niko - @shaydh Daimund - @thesixthplaneteer Shivers - @kmpshitposter Andrea - @bugcouncil Heleen - @m4rloe5 j and clemency - @luoniiel and @kermitted-cause Brooklyn - @svampira Wyrd - @clompe Apollo - @mountainashfae Lucas, Noelle, and Zeus - @supersquiddle Finn - @confusedwithglitter Lyla and Thirteen - @problemsynth Father Emir - @urbanknightart Monroe - @cynical-tuba

[starstruckbyacomet]

The Journalists (Part 1): Katey from But Why Tho

The Journalist who Takes No Bullshit from Other Journalists Paid Writers

(Part 2) (Part 3)

Katey Stoetzel wrote a review about episode 8x06 "Confessions":

So far, this article is my favorite 9-1-1 review. I feel like Katey was reading my mind while she was writing this piece. Things which she mentioned in it, among others:

"...the election results play into the strong reactions surrounding this breakup."

"...this explanation leans on biphobic stereotypes, such as bisexual people not knowing what they want, or needing to sleep around with a lot of people to know what they want."

"After referring to Buck exclusively by his first name, Evan, Tommy immediately distances himself from his intimate connection with Buck. And that feels pretty definitive."

"...thanks to Lou Ferrigno Jr’s performance in 9-1-1 Season 8 Episode 6, who layers so many nuances to Tommy in this scene that it would be a disgrace to not follow up on this character,..."

"...if we don’t then all the show has done is leave a gay man lost, heartbroken, and alone with seemingly no plans to resolve it."

Rarely, I found a piece of writing where almost every word was resonated with me. I could rave on and on about this review (I've told you that it was my favorite). However, it's better if you read it by yourself, if you haven't done it yet.

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Katey also interviewed Lou Ferrigno Jr. about the break up storyline.

For Tevan fans, this interview is like an oasis in the desert. First of all, it is the only interview with Lou after the break up, which is not saddled with Buddie questions 🙄. Secondly, Katey brought up Tevan fans' reaction to the discussion. Something which has been omitted by the paid writers who were pandering to toxic Buddie fans. The interview makes us feel seen. Probably, this is how we'd feel if we had a thoughtful queer story on TV, in which queer characters were not put aside, sad, alone, brokenhearted, or dead 😔.

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Initially, I thought I might be biased towards Katey, just because she also liked Tevan. Thus, I decided to read her review about episode 8x08 "Wannabes":

Oh boy, did she deliver! Every complaint about the episode which I've read on Tumblr is included in her review. And it's not just about Tevan:

"...[This episode] features a lot of Brad... is an odd choice, considering main characters like Maddie (Jennifer Love Hewitt) and Chimney (Kenneth Choi) have barely gotten to do anything this first half of the season. Eddie (Ryan Guzman), too, feels underutilized...."

"Brad gets regulated to chores (why is he getting more screen time at the 118 than anyone else again?)...."

"And there’s still the Shannon of it all. The fallout from the Hitchcock-inspired soap drama of 9-1-1 Season 7 hasn’t adequately addressed Eddie’s grief."

"...this part of the episode [how the suicidal man was saved] rings really hollow for a bit centered around suicide."

"...Episode 8 doesn’t have a mid-season vibe to it... besides Eddie potentially moving, there’s nothing juicy enough to send us off on a five-month hiatus. Bobby and Athena’s house situation hasn’t been discussed since Episode 4. Hen (Aisha Hinds) and Karen (Tracie Thoms) haven’t been around since 9-1-1 Season 8 Episode 5. While they got a lot of focus during the Ortiz storyline, Hen hasn’t had much to do in recent episodes."

"...Buck’s obvious want to call Tommy feels like he has unresolved issues with how things ended (we do, too.) However, the implication in interviews that it’s over between Buck and Tommy is CONFUSING... having Buck taking no action in the wake of this breakup so far, especially heading into hiatus, is a little frustrating."

I'm not the only one who resonates with Katey's review. At this point, I'm almost certain that Katey has been lurking on Tumblr, reading our rants one by one 😂. The mention of "Hitchcock-inspired soap", "the Shannon of it all", and "why is he [Brad] getting more screen time at the 118 than anyone else again?" made me laugh. Her articles show that this woman got brain, and a sharp tongue. I'm sure Katey could match firefighter pilot Thomas Kinard in a duel of words, and probably even won over him.

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@earthquakebi also praised another body of work from Katey: a Season 8A deep dive by Jose Cordova & Katey Stoetzel on Between TV podcast:

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However, Katey's bravest and most impressive article that I've read so far is a rather old one (recommended by @nqueso-emergency). It's not a review on any episodes of the show. It is about its fandom, and the press around it. The article was published on April 25. 2024, only 21 days after Buck's bisexual revelation first aired on April 4, 2024:

In this article, Katey criticized the paid writers who had been questioning "whether or not Buddie... is on the table", although it had "no basis in what’s happening on screen." She also pointed out that what those paid writers had been doing "creates a vicious cycle of misinterpretations, baiting, toxic fandom habits, and deciding that there’s only one way to interpret something." and "ridiculous expectations and assumptions all just centered around CLICKS and ENGAGEMENT."

It is interesting that she put the blame on the paid writers for FANNING TOXIC BEHAVIORS among fandom.

Katey didn't name names, but she inserted links to several articles and one video, while pointing out the baseless fandom pandering aspects on those bodies of work. And she certainly didn't mince her words 😂.

Her article is closed by a contemplative paragraph about journalism in the entertainment world:

"There’s a duty one has when sitting down for an interview with a cast, and that’s TO INQUIRE about the show that they have worked hard to bring us. And they definitely SHOULDN'T BE USED as an opportunity TO VALIDATE A FANDOM SHIP. That road just leads to disappointment, and an unfair insistence that if anyone disagrees, then they’re wrong. That’s not what fandom should be about. And it’s certainly not what entertainment journalism is about." 

[moonchild-in-blue]

Hey guys... So like. Did we know that before Thom Pike was a tour manager, he was a drummer in a band (Falling With Style) with 3/4 guys who would later become Holding Absence? Is this common knowledge, or have I stumbled upon gold?

I knew about Sam Hallett being in Blood Youth before working as a tech, and Thom working with them on tour, and I also did know Thom and the HA guys went way back*. But this I didn't know!! How cool!!

* Adamross and the rest of Glass Heart was also already working with him at this time btw. The connections are connecting.

Referring back to that recent post from @sleepanonymous, I am now wondering if George Lever also produced their stuff from before, given he has worked on both early Holding Absence and Sleep Token, and if that's how they all met 👀

(more ramblings bellow the cut, nothing interesting just me being insane. also i just think it's cool how all of these bands and people are connected. nothing more)

So. Timeline of events that I know of:

2015 - Falling With Style ends

2016 - Thom is now a Tour Guy ; Sleep Token and Holding Absence are born ; George Lever is producing for both bands

(and then there's that Carl Bown/B4MV thing somewhere around here)

2018 - Thom has been working as Tour Manager for Holding Absence and Blood Youth ; Adam and the (would-be) Glasses are part of his crew ; Sleep Token is touring with HA and Loathe (also G. Lever prod.) as an opening band ; enter Espera (🥹🥰💕😚💘🤭 this has nothing to with the post but I just like to think about them)

2019 - Thom is officially managing ST (probably 2018 too? idk about before) ; Glass Heart is born (again not entirely relevant but I stay on my GH propaganda always. Adam say thank you baby 💎🩵)

Then we have those collabs etc etc ; Sam leaves the band and becomes a Tech guy ; FTRB ; George stops producing (🥺🥲) ; enter Carl Bown ; ENTERS COOL MF VESSEL THE FOURTH (our ivy)

January 2023 - Sam Hallett joins the fold (🥹💙) ; the first singles of TMBE are released ; World Domination etc etc

[herecirmsims]

Questions For Storytellers

I have (I think) finally caught up on my list of poses to make, so I wanted to do something a little fun (for me, not for anyone else LMAO) and entirely self-indulgent. I read stories and tell my own over on Instagram, but of course it's harder to post long-form text like this over there.

Special thanks to @freezerbnuuy as I'm copying their post. ❤️

What’s the last screenshot you’ve taken for your story?

This is from the middle of my last post, but it's the last screenshot I took because I went back and added this scene in after finally caving and making my own stupid poses for it hahah.

2. Describe your story in three words or less: Needlessly long tbh

3. Describe (insert character here) in three words or less: Uhhh I'll pick Saxen since he's my MC... wet cat energy (which I think is something @nefaricussims said actually??). Or "90s cocaine chic" as @southernsimmin so beautifully described him. 🤣

4. How did you choose the name of your story? It's called The Cottage because it's... based in and around a cottage. 🥲 I have a very imaginative mind!! 🤣 But also, the cottage plays an important role throughout the whole story and especially in the upcoming finale.

5. How do you choose your characters’ names? My Sim story is based on a novel I never had the confidence to finish - in that version, Sax is an ælf based on Anglo-Saxon belief. I made him a vampire in Sims because that was the only pack I owned at the time, besides base game, and for gameplay purposes I thought vamp put him close to how I imagined him. I now realise I could have easily used CC and my own damn imagination to make him an ælf but I didn't know much about CC at the time, either. 🤣 Because of this, the original story leant into fae lore and the stuff about never revealing your true name. Saxen isn't his real name anyway, but for an added layer it also isn't spelt how you might imagine if you heard it spoken. The same for Thom and Jac who are also characters who came over from the 'original'.

6. How long have you been working on your story for? A little over three years! I have learned soooo much in that time.

7. Whats the biggest risk you’ve taken with your story? Did it pay off? I dunno that I've taken any risks, other than putting it out there in the first place.

8. What about your story are you proud of? I think the fact it exists at all. I've been writing stories since I was a kid, but at some point I lost confidence in myself and have never finished anything/wanted to share it with people because I end up overthinking and deleting it. So I am proud of myself for having maintained a continuous story for three years, and for having other people read it. I think because there was no pressure with a Sims story - with a novel I kept thinking, this has to be perfect and polished so that I can publish it someday. With a Sims story, I'm free to just write the silly tropes I enjoy and allow myself to suck and learn and get better at it.

9. What about your story are you looking to improve on? I read a fantastic article about ma - including pauses in your visual storytelling, space for the characters to sit and breath and reflect. It's ma that makes Ghibli movies so wonderfully distinctive. Being able to make my own poses means that I can show a character's expression or body language in response to a situation, without the need for overlaying text. I'm trying really hard to move away from the "talking heads" style that reads more like a script, and letting the visuals tell the story for me instead. I'm not very good at it because I enjoy my blah blah, but it's fun to try!!

10. Is your story fully planned or are you still working things out? Is there a definitive end? I'm approaching the end of it now, which has been planned for the last three years, so yes - I know pretty much everything that's going to happen. Sometimes the characters still throw a little surprise for me though.

11. Why have you decided to tell this story? Are there any messages or meanings within it? When I got the Sims almost 4 years ago, I had absolutely no idea that there was a) a whole community around it or b) that people used it for storytelling. I'd already made Sax, Thom, and Jac in the game, because I'd wanted to see them come to life during gameplay. Then I discovered poses and started sharing random staged screenshots on Instagram, and became friends with the exceptionally talented TheSimmerKay (now making machinimas!) who showed interest in my silly little characters and suggested that I try telling a story too. I owe her a lot!! As for messages and meaning... I'm very interested in what makes people do the things they do, and how the hero of a story often depends on whose POV we're hearing the story from. There's a fine line between hero and villain sometimes, and a hero acting out of love can cross from protectiveness into control.

12. Do you actually play the game or do you just use it as a storytelling medium? Yep - I have a designated story save, which is the one I take all my screenshots in and which never has gameplay. Then I have a Happy Ever After save for Sax and Fen and another save for for my Globetrotter Challenge Sim, both of which are gameplay only. I think it's important to have that outlet; I can work on my story, make poses, or just play the game, depending on what I fancy.

13. From basic planning to a finished post, how long does that take you? 2-3 evenings. I tend to get everything laid out and text added, then let it sit for a day because I inevitably think of a way to do something better if I give it chance to breath. 🤣

14. Do you have any regrets about your story so far? If you could go back in time, how would you fix these? Not regrets, really, but there are some threads that I put in - fully intending to complete them later in the story - but never did, due to them just not fitting with the story or wanting to try and bring things to an end sooner. But similarly, there are times when I was going to put in a little hint or foreshadowing in and didn't, and then later in my story have wished I had! The tricky part of serialised storytelling is you have to just live with what you have (or don't have), you can't go back and remove or add scenes like you would with a drafted novel.

15. What have been the highlights of creating your story? I've met so many incredible people due to it, oh my goodness. Truly extraordinary Simmers who've shared their time and knowledge with me. We have a little mutual reading group on Insta where we all read and geek out over each other's stories and it's just wonderful. I was honestly shocked when i went to other platforms and realised how much drama there can be in the Sims community. 🤣

16. What about the process do you enjoy? Not that I don't enjoy the process... but I mostly love it when it's finished and I can share it, hahaha.

17. What about the process do you hate? I don't hate any of it... it's a hobby and I do it because I enjoy it. That being said, it does fuck me off when I have multiple Sims in a scene, everyone is in place and has poses queued, and then MCCC Dresser FREEZES MY GAME NOOOOOOOO WHY

18. Choose a song that reminds you of your story:

This is the unofficial theme... specifically this version in Old English, which is Saxen's first language. "It's our destiny then to find love again / Where we failed once before now we'll win"

19. Choose a song that reminds you of (insert character here):

Another one for Sax I guess because he's special. 😌🤣 "But you, a cinder of the fire that's yet to come / Will you just sit and mourn this fragile thing that you've become / Or instead will you consume the very things you can't outrun / Until you finally see all of the strength that you draw from?"

20. Choose your favourite shot from your story so far: Hmmm I think this one, which was me being lazy and reusing a screenshot from an older scene during a flashback-style narration. 🤣 I was trying to achieve something else with the editing but did this by accident and liked it.

21. Choose your least favourite shot so far: Too many to pick from LMAO

22. Choose a favourite character from your story so far: Sax, obviously, he's my lil chew toy/punching bag. But then there's also Idris, for whom I only wish the best. She's going through some trouble right now and I don't enjoy it. It's much more fun to bully Sax.

23. Choose your least favourite character so far: I don't have one! Although Vlad makes me deeply uncomfortable tbh. I find him to be a really creepy villain, and unlike any of my other villains, he's not in any way misrepresented or redeemable. I'm using a makeover version of him by WistfulCastle (I would link, but I don't think he's available anymore?)!

24. Are there any characters who remind you of yourself? No... well. Whenever baby El randomly info-dumps on a niche subject, that's mostly me taking advantage of a captive audience to tell them about karkadanns or medieval torture items or dead bodies on Everest. 🥲

25. What inspirations have you drawn on for your story? I honestly don't know - I can't name anything that I've consciously drawn on, though I know for sure I must have. Funnily enough people have told me things like "oh that's like in Vampire Diaries" or "that's like that part in the Harry Potter films" and I haven't watched either of those, so I think what's happening is we're all drawing from the same well of folklore and mythology and trope. There is occasional story drama about being copied and the thing is... unpopular opinion alert... many of us aren't as unique as we think we are. 😅 What we are unique at is taking a trope and telling it in our own distinctive way. No one else can tell your story quite like you can.

26. Have other sim stories inspired you? I have soooo many talented friends who inspire me to do better when it comes to visuals and storytelling!! @callmedomino is the queen of silent storytelling and a huge inspiration on my journey to discover ma. I really love how well she can tell a story with no words.

27. What genres would you describe your story as? I call it rural fantasy lmao

28. If you could reproduce your story in another medium (movie, novel, comic, etc.) what would you choose and why? I mean obviously I'd say movie because HOW COOL would that be?! Especially an animated one!

29. What would your story’s rating be? (G, PG, M etc.) Ummm probably M because there is the occasional spicy scene. Sometimes three a year LMAO.

30. If you were leaving simblr Simsta and had to choose another creator to continue the story for you, who would you ask? Well tbh I've given Sax and Fen to several good friends already; some of them have them in ongoing cameos in their own stories. I wouldn't ask anyone to continue mine, but I like to think that Sax and Fen could live on in my friend's stories and games if anything were to ever happen to me.

31. Drop some random trivia about your story: When I started I only meant to do short, random vignettes about daily life at the cottage. Somehow it snowballed into a three year epic. 🤣

32. Give a light spoiler: "This is who I am. If I was any other way, I would not be myself."

[tackytigerfic]

Hello dear writer ! I am reading along First Watch of Night and absolutely loving it ! I was wondering about what the title mean or refers to ? Perhaps it is because english is not my first language but it is a mystery to me ahah

Thank you <3

Hello, lovely Anon! This is such an interesting question, thank you.

The title of this fic eluded me for so long. It never had one, in all the years I was writing, and even up until just before I was ready to post, I still hadn't hit on the right one. I usually just *know* when I find the right title, and it wasn't coming to me.

Some early notes I made are: Fierce as Electricity/ A Waste of Breath/ Sunward/ High Flight/ Golden Hour/ Upon Your Wrist/ Not Keeping Still (On the Move) (i was reading A LOT of thom gunn haha).

One idea we came up with in the group chat, which I still really love, was to describe the timespan of the fic in the title. So it's around eleven months in total, so it would have been something like 331 Days of Arrowless Time (because there's a theory that in the multiverse time is arrowless ie it doesn't move in one particular direction, linearly). I still think that is an excellent title but I have such a bad memory for titles and I knew I'd get it muddled along the way somewhere.

Anyway then i started reading a lot of war poetry, and was coming up with some i liked but again weren't right (What is Sunk/ Faces to the Foe/ Small Ways/ An Inward Sword). And then @sweet-s0rr0w started sending me links to poems she thought fit the vibe and one of the first was The Light of Stars by Longfellow, which I actually knew but hadn't considered as it was written before the period I was leaning into.

Within my breast there is no light

But the cold light of stars;

I give the first watch of the night

To the red planet Mars. 

It felt very good vibes-wise: to me, it's about resolution and strength through adversity. I also loved how he describes the qualities of warriors as "Serene, and resolute, and still/ And calm, and self-possessed" (Mars being the god of war in Ancient Roman mythology, thus uniting another special interest of mine) - it's the opposite of how I imagined my Harry lmao. Such bangers as "Know how sublime a thing it is/ To suffer and be strong" sealed the deal. In this fic, the characters are fighting a literal war, but they're also fighting against themselves, to be who they want to be, and both Harry and Draco tend to be hard on themselves, and deny themselves what they want in favour of what they think they deserve. Suffering and being strong is their default setting - in this fic, I look at how they can move beyond that. And despite the Longfellow poem asking "Is it the tender star of love? The star of love and dreams? O no!" - my fic is obviously about love, and the realisation of desires, and I liked the undercutting of the theme.

The first watch is also a military term - being on watch means you're on a specific duty for a set time. First watch I believe runs in the evening up to midnight? So it's quite symbolic, being on the alert into the dark of night, and doing your duty and so on. It felt apt for a fic about a war. And of course, this is a fic about time... so the word watch can have a double meaning 😆

All in all, the title is one I'm really happy with now I've decided to go with it - it's easy for me to remember and captures the mood I wanted.

Here's a link to a beautiful reading of the poem as part of the Poetry Out Loud series. And here's a link to the fic lol: First Watch of Night.

[thegreatwizardelwin]

The Sea Hare: Entr'acte

A Freminet x Gn! Reader

To chase your academic passion or to be there for the ones you love most; that is the challenge you have faced. Now, it is time to tell him.

“Freminet? Where are you headed?” Lyney stood in front of the door with his arms crossed.

The freckled boy stopped in his tracks.

“I’m going to go to the library to return these books.” he attempted to avoid Lyney’s scrutiny. 

Lyney narrowed his eyes and snatched up Freminet’s bag.

“Hey, give it back!” he protested, clambering.

“No! You’re always leaving the same time every day! As your brother, I want to know what you’re up to!”

“I’m going to…” he began, but trailed off. 

“You’re going to what?”

“Going to see Y/N.”

Lyney’s face slowly morphed into a smirk. He crossed his arms, tapping a finger on one of them.

“Oh? But aren’t they busy writing lines at this time of day?” he questioned with a knowing tone.

“They are… they like it when I read the scripts. I mean- they like having someone look over them. I’m not… reading them aloud or anything.”

“Freminet, getting all flustered about such a simple, unproblematic situation gives away a lot more than you think.” Lyney passed him his bag and stepped aside.

“You don’t mind?”

“Why would I? It’s good that you’ve found someone you want to be close with.” he grinned. “You two always got along really well, I should’ve seen this coming.”

Freminet fiddled with his bag.

“Yeah. You won’t tell Father, right? I’m not ready to tell her about it.”

Lyney nodded with sincerity. 

“I won’t say a word about your little ‘it’.”

Freminet sighed.

“Thanks. Can I go now?”

“Go have fun!” Lyney said, winking at him.

“Ew, don’t wink. We’re just going to hang out.” Freminet grumbled, walking out the door without another word.

He walked down the streets of the city with an eagerness that was rarely displayed for any other person he knew. 

I wonder if they finished Act II of the script yet. He pondered, his boots clanking on the cobblestone. 

As he passed the buildings and storefronts, he continued to ponder. His legs stopped him below the studio, for they knew better than his conscious mind where it was located. 

There was chattering from above. He looked up to see you sitting on a wide second floor windowsill with your back to the street, talking animatedly to someone inside your studio. Or, knowing you, you could have just been acting things out as usual. He smiled and shook his head, knowing he would find out soon enough as he entered the building.

The woman managing the front desk of the building glanced his way.

“Here to see Y/N again, Freminet?” she asked. Normally, she would stand and come escort him. Today she remained seated.

“Yes Ma'am.” he replied in his usual quiet tone.

“You know the way then. Floor B, room 3.”

“Thank you.”

He made his way up the stairs and down the hall. He could hear very faint voices and even melodies coming from some of the other studios, but all of the rooms were very soundproofed. 

He stopped at your door and knocked.

“Enter!” he could hear, knowing very well that you had to shout it so that it came across.

He opened the door and found you still against the window, an elderly man sitting in the chair at your desk, papers in his hands. 

You seemed a little disgruntled, but a fond smile quickly formed.

“Mimi! Hi~”

He placed his hand on the back of his neck.

“Hi. I’m interrupting something, aren’t I?” he speculated sheepishly.

“Oh, we were just discussing character arcs.” you said, waving a hand dismissively. “This is the lyricist I’m working with, Thom Bauer.”

The elderly man raised a hand in greeting, his mouth partially obscured by a whiskery grey moustache.

“Nice to meet you.” Freminet addressed him.

Thom stood, shakily, taking his cane.

“I’ve been talking your ear off long enough, Y/N.” he remarked. “I think I shall head back to my side and let you engage your new guest.”

“Oh, yes, alright. We can talk more tomorrow when you are up for it!”

“Yes. There is still much to do before you leave, and only so much can be done at once. Have a good night.” 

“Yes, good night.” you swallowed, looking to Freminet in the hopes that he didn’t catch the part about you leaving.

He did.

“What does he mean ‘before you leave’?” 

You stood from the window sill and stepped forward into his direct line of sight.

“It’s a lot to explain. And I will explain myself.” you crossed your arms with a little bit of self consciousness. “It’s a really big decision I had to make.”

Freminet frowned in a serious manner. You looked up at him for a moment, but were quickly reminded of the possible negative ways he might take this.

“I… I have been offered an academic trip to Mondstadt from the music college.” you announced.

His face brightened with intrigue.

“That’s wonderful! What determined it?”

“My performance at school and my involvement with the theatre. But-”

“So, what, is it so you can learn more about the music of another culture?”

“Yes, exactly. But, I will be gone for six months.”

Freminet grew solemn. He stared at you, taken aback and at a loss for any words. You pursed your lips, clasping your hands behind your back expectantly.

“Six months…” he uttered at last, “wow. Such a big trip and… we just started…”

“I know.” your voice was barely above a whisper. “I’ll write a lot. I’ll send pictures too, and- and I can send parcels! We can still keep in touch, for sure.”

“But we can’t touch. Or have conversations. Or spend time together.” Freminet hung his head.

You sighed, closing in on him and taking his hands.

“This won’t be the easiest thing we ever do. I really want to go see Mondstadt. I wish you could come too, but you have so much here in Fontaine, I know you couldn’t stay the whole time. So let’s just make the next week perfect, ok?”

“One week?” he exclaimed, panic rising in his throat. “That’s it?”

“Please, Fremi,” you squeezed his hands, “let me have this. It’ll be difficult for you, but we won’t always be together like we have been the last two years. I will be in constant contact with you through mail, and I’m sure they will allow me to take some visits!”

He raised his arm and put one hand on your cheek while the other ran through your hair. The gesture caught you supremely off-guard and you leaned into the touch.

“I still need you.” Freminet said, his blue eyes filled to the brim with longing, as if you had already left.

You placed your hands on his shoulders and rubbed them.

“I am well aware. I’m going to help you as much as I can; give you as much of my time in the coming week as I can.” 

He broke away from you, nodding, hiding his face.

You led him to your desk. 

“You wanna hear some good news?” you attempted.

“Sure.” he turned his focus to the desk.

You held up a stack of papers.

“I finished my first draft this morning.” you stated proudly, though it had to be mustered to suppress the anxiety that lingered.

He took them.

“This morning? How did you have time this morning to write before school?” 

“...Insomnia and ice cold water.”

“Bad Y/N.” he glared at you. “You keep yourself up writing.”

“I hear it enough from myself.” you sighed, fiddling with a pen as you sat in your seat watching his eyes dart over the words you had so passionately written.

He grazed over the lines for quite some time before he flipped to the very end.

“I-” he began, arranging his next words as he realigned the papers into a neat stack, “I think the end is so fitting! After the tragedies at the climax, it’s like a ray of sunlight through the cracks of a sunken ship.”

You grinned and hopped up, burying your face in his shoulder as you wrapped your arms around his waist from behind.

“Yay!” you blurted out, taking his approval to heart.

You heard the sound of paper rustling to the floor. You lifted your head and peered over him to see Freminet’s arms completely paralysed, the papers having slipped from them. His lips were parted, as nonplussed as the blush which had not yet set in. He looked as if he could shrink away. His abdomen was tensed, unsure about what to do in someone’s clasp.

“Sorry.” you said meekly, releasing him and crouching down to collect the papers which had not been stapled nor pinned. 

He closed his mouth firmly, breathing again and shuffling his feet.

“D-don’t apologise. I’ll get used to these things over time.”

“I shouldn’t surprise you so, nevertheless.” you perked back up setting the scripts off to the side. “You’re as flighty as a sea hare.”

“I am not that easily surprised.” he mumbled.

“Oh, yes~” you sat on the desk and crossed your ankles. “I keep forgetting you’re a strong, fearless claymore boy.”

He shot you a dry look before looking at the floor. A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

“Aww, he likes being complemented.” you hummed, leaning on one arm.

“Stooooop!” he turned away, crossing his arms indignantly.

“No, let me coddle you!” you leapt off the desk and captured him in an embrace. He straightened up, returning your affection. 

“This whole ‘boyfriend’ thing is… different. I feel like I’m diving in blind with zero experience whatsoever.” he admitted.

You placed your hands on both of his cheeks. 

His stomach fluttered and he looked at you like a timid kitten. His round, freckled cheeks warmed under your palms, squishing under your thumbs as you gave him a little caress.

“It’s a good thing you have a date who doesn’t mind your inexperience.” you commented.

He looked as if he might bolt at any second.

“O-... kay.” he whispered, his breath caught in his lungs.

You chuckled and moved your arms around his shoulders instead, resting your head against him.

“Cute.”

“Mmm…” 

“‘Wanna spend the night?”

“...Dinner first.”

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You unlocked the door to your room.

“It’s a pleasure to have you over, Freminet. If you two need anything, you just come to me.” Ms. Maddie said as you let him in the room. You closed the door and whispered hastily to her:

“Thank you so much for letting him stay, Ms. Maddie!”

“Don’t make it a regular thing or I’ll have to charge him too.” she whispered back before she returned to ironing sheets in the kitchen for a new guest.

Freminet set his bag on the ottoman at the footboard of your bed as you entered the room.

“So, what’s your plan for the evening?” he asked, picking at his fingernails with uncertainty. He didn’t want to touch or look at anything in your room. He just didn’t want to be intrusive.

You were hanging up your outer layers on a hook beside your closet.

“Well, I’d like to shower and wash my face before we settle down.”

“Yeah, me too, I guess.”

You stopped by the bathroom entrance, noticing how he stood waiting for some kind of permission. 

“So. I’m guessing you want to take them individually?” you approached him, taking him by the forearm and sitting him down beside you on the ottoman. 

“Oh! Oh- yeah, individually.” he stammered, situating himself awkwardly.

You crossed the room, opened a closet drawer, and gathered some sleeping clothes in your arms.

“I will be back in about fifteen minutes. Um… you can… find something to do or just relax or… I don’t know!” you chuckled and then went inside the bathroom.

As soon as you were gone, he covered his face and made a small flummoxed sound.

Mother of pearl, I can’t believe I’m doing this!

Freminet stood and paced.

Sleeping with someone else? Alone? Will we get all cuddly? Will we…

He stared at your bed, knowing very well you would have to sleep in close proximity to fit comfortably. 

I’m freaking out.

He wandered to the window and looked out at the street below, lit richly by the mellow glow of other apartments.

He took the curtains in his fingers and contemplated, then drew them shut for privacy. The room instantly was darker; more conducive to quieting down and resting before one slept. 

He idled by the curtains, taking in your room in full, growing more at ease as he familiarised himself.

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You dried your hair vigorously as the water ran in the other room for Freminet. The strands still clung together no matter how hard you assaulted them with the towel. 

You sighed in frustration, tossing it aside and giving your hair a shake.

You glanced about your room, looking at keepsakes of yours.

What could you give to him to remember you by?

One of your photos, for sure. And, maybe one of your accessories. 

Hmm.

You opened a small jewellery box beside your lamp. Shifting around the articles of fashion, you retrieved a ring with tiny crystals embedded in four points and engraved designs that connected them. 

It was a family ring, passed down from your grandmother. She always thought her rings looked good on your fingers, so she had given them to you whether you asked or not.

What better than to pass it on to the one you loved in your time of absence?

When Freminet emerged from the bathroom, looking like an otter after a swim, you hid it in the pocket of your sleeping pants.

You locked eyes for a moment before he quickly made his way to his bag and stuffed the day clothes into it. He then turned back to you with an uncertain, shy posture. 

“Um. Do you want to get comfy?” you suggested, gesturing to the bed.

“Yeah.” he replied, apprehensively walking around to the side he assumed he’d be sleeping on.

You had a running start, launching yourself into the pillows.

He stepped back, startled, before he laughed.

“You don’t seem tired at all!” he remarked, climbing up and under the sheets. 

“I am not tired! No, this is far too exciting!” you ripped the covers out from underneath yourself and joined him.

He closed his eyes and smiled contentedly as he pulled the blanket up to his chin and rested his head on one of your pillows.

“Do you want to get closer?” you asked softly.

He opened his eyes and swiftly, bashfully averted them to the stitching of the blanket’s edge.

“I mean… if you want to.”

“We can take this slower, you know.”

“No, I-” he broke off, shifting over without another word into the reach of your arms.

You brought your arm over him, your hand resting on his back. Your bodies immediately exchanged heat, making you yawn from the sudden sense of safety. Freminet’s hands were situated between you both, curled against your chest.

“Can you sleep like this?” 

“Mhm.” he replied, unable to hide his flustered face any longer.

“You are so silly~”

He closed his eyes again and scooted so he could nudge his head under your chin. His soft, wonderfully fragrant hair tickled your neck. He was far too overwhelmed by your presence to say another word.

You took the ring from your pocket and took his hand, trying each finger until it slipped down onto his right index. 

He sat up slowly.

“Y/N, what are you doing?” he exclaimed, staring at the gold band. “A-A ring!” 

You sat up too.

“I want you to have it so that you can keep a piece of me with you.” you responded quickly. 

He looked at you with wide eyes.

“It’s beautiful, but what if I lose it or I mess it up? I’ll feel guilty forever.”

“I can give you a chain to keep it on.”

He sighed and nodded at your words.

“Right. And I can wear it while you’re gone.” he stared at it, spinning it on his finger as the crystals glittered in the dim light of your room. “I get it.”

He flopped back down in bed with a squeaking sound.

“My first partner gave me a ring. That sounds so…” he pulled the covers back up, obscuring his face. 

You leaned over, lifting them up and kissing his head, evoking another overwhelmed groan from him.

“Romantic? Is that the word you’re looking for?”

“Stop it, let me go back to falling asleep.” he huffed, shoving your face away in a playful manner.

“Alright, alright!” you curled up beside him. You settled on your stomach with your head tilted so that you could still see his face. His sweet, slumbering face surrounded by the plush of his pillow. 

“Night night, Mimi.” you reached over, tucking his hair behind his ear. He rolled onto his back, giving you a sleepy smile. 

“Night.”

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The Aquabus waited for you and the other classmates attending the trip. Large amounts of luggage were being loaded onto a separate bus, while many more were still to be hauled over by their owners. 

Left and right, families were bidding their farewells to their children and friends.

Your family was not present, nor did you expect them to be. They lived in the far countryside of Fontaine, in a very solitary place from which they seldom ventured away. 

That is not to say that you were alone at the dock, for all of your theatre and orchestra buddies had come to say their goodbyes. A good swarm of other students buzzed about those departing. 

And then came Lyney, Lynette, and Freminet, together as usual. 

You shared your hugs and well-wishes and send-off snacks with them until a melusine called for those leaving to board.

“Don’t forget about us.” Lyney said with sincerity. 

“How could I forget Fontaine’s greatest magicians, you goof.” you replied, laughing. 

He shrugged with a flattered smile, nudging Lynette who stood swishing her tail and watching with a bittersweet expression as you picked up your carry-on.

“I’ll see you all in 6 months, if not sooner.” you stated.

“Yep. Have a nice time! Send pictures and letters!” 

You nodded and waved to them as you began to walk away. That was until the sound of heavy, metallic, rushing footsteps came behind you.

“Y/N,” Freminet spoke, taking you by the shoulder and turning your attention to him, “I can’t go 6 months without giving you this.”

He grabbed you by the back of the neck and pecked a kiss to your lips.

Your eyes widened in surprise, and stayed that way for a good while afterwards. Even he seemed to be in a state of astonishment that he had the (forgive my language) balls to kiss you. 

“Well,” you began, taking a breath, “thank you. Thank you a lot, Fremi.” you embraced him once more, as tightly as you could. “Now I have something to look forward to when I see you again~”

He rested his cheek on your shoulder.

“I’ll be waiting.” 

When you finally let each other go, your nose tingled and your eyes grew watery.

“Bye for now.”

“See you later.”

The Aquabus left, trudging through the water away from the station. You could see even from a distance, the blonde watching you go. You friends, who had not known of your relationship, pounced upon you for a story. 

But your mind was still on the feeling of a small ring against your neck and the momentary spark of your beloved’s brave kiss.

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GRAH ITS HERE. what do you think, is it good? Are you ~invested~? IF I should add a spicy scene to this fic, should I make an amab and an afab version? I don’t know my audience. HELP. ME.

anyhow, I got Lyney at 38 pity and his weapon at 40 exactly. I owe it to the fact I was playing Chapell Roan. My F2P soul hath been warmed, just as I hope this Freminet fluff hath warmed yours 🩵

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Introduction!!!

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Hihihi!!

You can call me Andrew or Lucky and I use he/him pronouns. I'm 18 and will mostly use this blog for therian/otherkin things. Asks are always open I love talking to people through them /gen :3

I'm gay, trans, disabled, neurodivergent and pagan and will probably rb posts related to these things. Tone indicators appreciated :)

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Theriotypes, rules for requests and DNI below the cut

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My theriotypes -

Eurasian wolf :3

THIS IS A RIBBON SEAL BUT-

I'm a seal cladiotherian so my theriotypes extend to all seals (not sea lions, walruses etc.)

Golden retriever

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- I do moodboards and stimboards

- alterhuman moodboards + stimboards

- Greek mythology moodboards

- if you want to request please send me an ask :)

- keep in mind my dni when requesting please <3

- if you want a greek mythology thing you can send an ask here or at @nothoughtsgayboy, unless u specify otherwise I will probably post it on @nothoughtsgayboy - up to you wether u want to be tagged on that acc <3

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DNI:

- the usual shitty bigots

- people who blog about being anti-theistic (i respect ur opinons but as a religious person it makes me uncomfy)

- ed/sh blogs

- blogs for the sole purpose of venting

- nsfw blogs

- anti self dx

- radqueers

- pjo fandom blogs (nothing against u - just personal preference <3)

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Thanks for reading my intro - if u have any questions send an ask! I'll be happy to clarify /gen

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