#the-little-robyn

[canirove]

My Lady Jane (2024) | s01e01 | 8/73

[noosekitten]

[peteytheparrot]

They want your money

[tonydaddingham]

aziraphale constantly expresses his admiration and adoration for crowley by telling him he's nice, and good, and thanks him for what he does for him, calls him all the time to tell him things, "our car" and "our bookshop". and then dear, sweet crowley, who cannot go a single minute without doing something for aziraphale, driving him around everywhere, looking after and tidying the bookshop, indulging him in his earthly pleasures and quaint little hobbies, saving him even when he doesn't necessarily ask to be saved, "little demonic miracle of my own" and "alright, I'll do that one, my treat."

their methods of communicating their - friendship, affection, love - are set.

let's look at the bandstand, where crowley offers to magic them away, away from earth and the loom of armageddon, and aziraphale retaliates with stating that they're not friends and he's doesn't even like him. let's look at the So Did I argument, where crowley offers to whisk gabriel away and dump him on the moors so aziraphale doesnt have to deal with it and is no longer under threat from the former archangel, and aziraphale practically begs crowley to stay, that he'd "love [him] to help [him]".

their methods of communicating their - friendship, affection, love - are being rejected; they're not working.

let's look at 1967, where aziraphale gives in to giving crowley the holy water, but refuses the lift to anywhere he wants to go, and crowley offers to thank aziraphale, but refuses to hear aziraphale's verbal concerns about the danger it poses to him, "you told me what you think - 105 years ago." let's look at the final fifteen, where aziraphale offers to restore crowley to what he thinks crowley has always been yearning for, and crowley tries to tell aziraphale exactly what he means to him, put it into words what he hopes aziraphale will see through and understand.

their methods of communicating their - friendship, affection, love - are swapped, and break them apart altogether.

swapping those methods, in a guesswork effort to reach the other person better, isn't the answer. the action, and what is being said, is what needs to change. crowley offers things that aziraphale doesn't want, or goes against who he is fundamentally, and aziraphale says things that wound crowley deeply, reducing what they are to nothing in a few sharp words. so instead crowley tries to use words, and aziraphale tries to offer an act of devotion; but this doesn't work either - arguably, it's worse!

what they communicate needs to be clearer, not how. crowley needs to stay with aziraphale when he promises that he will, and not attempt to solve problems by running from what he doesn't want to face, threatening to abandon him in the process. aziraphale needs to express outright, plainly, what crowley needs to hear; that exactly as he is, everything that he is, is everything that aziraphale wants and respects and loves. and to be able to do that, they need start by giving each other the respect of acknowledging their respective boundaries, their fears, and what principles are important to them.

they've had their methods right all along, but what they're currently saying with them doesn't make sense. it's the french all over again; the words can be translated, "but you understood me!", but that doesn't mean that it makes any sense.

[serafimo]

And though you turn from me, to glance behind... The Phantom of the Opera is there, inside your mind... 🎥: @shakeatradefeather.

[robyn-i-guess]

“It’s your turn to make dinner.” with Gerry & Michael Distortion

"I am not cooking tonight."

Gerry huffs and collapses onto his couch.

"What a greeting," Michael responds, its voice annoyingly cheerful as it always seemed to be. The door that was not there before removes itself, leaving just Michael, Gerry, and the dizzying feeling Michael tends to emit.

"Seriously though," he responds, "I couldn't. I'll burn the place down."

"Oh, don't doubt your talent!" It smiles. "I bet you'll make it combust!"

Gerry sighs of exhaustion, grabbing the cheap slushy that he had gotten in his way back from the Institute.

"Why don't you get that – what do you call it? Where the little people bring you your dinner?" Michael sits on the other side of the couch from Gerry, causing a headache to form as its presence usually does.

"Doordash? No, nothings open. It's 1am, Michael."

"I'm open!"

Gerry chokes on his drink. "You're fucking what?"

"I can deliver you the food!" It smiled like it had no clue what it just said. Did it know? Gerry didn't have the energy to pinpoint that.

"From where? Everything is closed."

"The kitchen!" The smile twists in a weird way. Is it meant to be excitement? Does Michael feel excitement? Too many questions lay unanswered.

"Fine, whatever. It's your turn to cook then. Go ham." Gerry pulls a throw blanket over him, trying his hardest to push away the growing migraine was threatening tonight's sleep. The buzzing in his head (that he didn't realize was there) disappears, a sign of Michael leaving his side.

5 minutes later comes a smell from the small kitchen that can only be described as painfully sour candy.

The next minute it's warm both in scent and temperature. Gerry questions just for a moment in his sleep riddled mind of the house is on fire, before remembering fire alarms exist. Michael could turn them off, but it wouldn't. He thinks.

Then there's sizzling, maybe popping, maybe boiling. The sound is hard to pinpoint, but it's certainly a cooking sound.

Then 30 minutes of silence. Nothing. Gerry knows Michael isn't gone because he can feel it look at him. Was it even 30 minutes?Maybe that's all it was doing. Maybe the exhaustion was getting to him.

On his shoulder came a gentle tap with what felt like a knife. If not for the jacket be wore, it might've cut or punctured the skin. Gerry pulls the blanket off and in front of him is – as he expected – Michael, with its usual shit eating grin.

"Wakey wakey!" It squeaks, holding a plate that curved weirdly into a bowl that Gerry knew he didn't own, but he does now, he supposes.

In it is certainly... food. It is like if an artificial intelligence was told to create what it thought food was; sure, it resembles something edible, but what it was couldn't be pinpointed. Are those noodles? Is that sauce or the color of something cooked? What plant is that? The answer is none of the above, it is not anything, it's simply food.

It tasted like ramen.

Apparently, Michael just had fun with instant ramen.

Whatever keeps it entertained.

[luckybyrdrobyn]

Make peace with your gods

And the gods of others

Forget your friendships

Your sisters and brothers

For when the sun rises

And the world’s bathed in sun

Your next life begins

And the game has begun

[izzy2210]

Enter Sandman

One of Steve’s favorite things is watching Eddie tuck in their daughter from the doorway, always having a bedtime story, or a song, or an adventure they’ll go on when they’re both asleep. His all time favorite thing is when Eddie sings a song, and little Robyn sings along, which is exactly what’s happening now. Eddie’s sitting on the side of her bed, her little hand wrapped firmly around his thumb, and he’s singing softly, while her very sleepy voice is singing the other lines. “You know what to do, little one. repeat after me,” He says, and Robyn nods seriously. 

“Now I lay me down to sleep,” He starts, 

“Now I lay me down to sleep,” She echoes it exactly, with her cute little voice. 

“Pray the lord my soul to keep,” 

“Pway the lowd my soul to keep,” 

“If I die before I wake,”

“If I die befowe I wake,” Steve’s not so happy about that line, but he'll let it slide because she’s so cute.

“Pray the lord my soul to take,”

“Pway the lowd my soul to take.” She repeats sleepily, and her eyes fall closed, the grip on Eddie’s thumb loosening, and Eddie stands up slowly, still singing. “Hush little baby, don't say a word, and never mind that noise you heard. It's just the beast under your bed.” Steve shakes his head at Eddie, who grins, and continues singing, walking towards his husband. “In your closet, in your head..” He adds, and places a soft kiss on Steve’s lips. “That kid is gonna become a satanist,” Steve jokes, and returns the kiss, slowly closing her bedroom door, careful not to slam it. “She better,” Eddie smiles, and takes his husband’s hand, pressing a kiss there as well, and pulling him towards their bedroom.

“I don’t know ‘bout you, but I’m exhausted..” He complains, falling on the bed after a long day of making sure the kid doesn’t kill herself. “Yeah, me too. Wouldn’t change it for the world, though.” Steve adds, setting his glasses on the bedside table, and rolling in bed next to Eddie, cuddling up on his chest. “Never,” He whispers. “Never.” 

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@steddieas-shegoes

[cosmic--static]

having an idea worming it's way around my head about human Dream being one of those merfolk performers at an aquarium or faire. a pretty black iridescent tail. and he gets to entertain and interact with children

[ouatnextgen]

If Descendants characters were apart of the next gen, what do you think their relationships with the other next gen would be (assuming they were the younger siblings of the next gen).

This is finna be a looong one.

Obviously all the siblings love each other, and all the older siblings are protective of the little ones, so I tried not to be too repetitive with the details.

The Mills:

Henry:

He has so many siblings now, oh god

Bobby is slightly more of a handful than he's used to, so he (and Lucy) keep him on his toes

Henry always asks Regina if he was like that as a kid, and her answer is always a smug "Yes"

Bobby likes spending time with Henry's other families (ie, his own and the Swan-Joneses)

Evie's a lot quieter, so he appreciates that

He's very protective of Evie specifically

She could ask him for the moon and the stars, and you know that Henry would find someway to bring them down for her.

Roland:

He knows damn well that Bobby looks up to him a lot, so he tries to put on his best act when he's around

Unfortunately, he is more susceptible to The Eyes than Henry is, so Bobby ends up getting away with waaaaay more stuff with Big Bro Roland

Like Henry, he is also very protective of Evie, and will be the one who teaches her how to kill a man when she's older

Basically, Evie is their little princess, and you don't wanna fuck with her

While Evie doesn't like camping, she will tolerate it when she goes with her father, brothers, and sister.

Robyn:

Robyn's just glad she's not the baby anymore lol

She's the least busy of her siblings, by default of being younger, so she's the one who gets to babysit Bobby and Evie when the adults are busy

She and Bobby like to practice archery and eat dirt together or whatever it is kids do

She's never been very girly, so she and Evie have trouble bonding at times

The Nolans:

Leo:

Leo likes hanging out with little kids, so he never minds babysitting Chad

He's very bossy, however, and seems to be allergic to fun, so Chad doesn't like it when he babysits

Leo can also be kind of preachy about the rules, so Chad will end up getting more lectures from Leo than their parents sometimes

Despite the minor animosity, Leo always wants to be a role model and someone to look up to for Chad

He likes to teach him sword fighting and archery, even when Chad has zero interest or skill for those things

Beck (I can't pick a name for this kid, for now it's Beck):

He and Chad go together like two peas in a pod

Beck's sarcastic outlook paired with Chad's optimism make a fully rounded duo

Beck encourages Chad to commit Crimes, and Chad is the Voice Of Reason

The Hermans/Boyds:

Alex:

Alex is pretty chill with Chloe

Alex feels like a disappointment to their parents, so she is kind of worried that Chloe might be their "replacement"

Chloe basically hero-worships Alex, and dyes her hair blue like how Alex dyes theirs pink

In the future, Chloe ends up being a jock instead of a girly girl, and she and Alex bond over their mother not knowing what to do with either of them

Charlie:

He and Chloe argue (a lot)

Charlie hates sports, and Chloe hates boring nerd junk, so they don't get along

They are the epitome of "only I'M allowed to make fun of my sibling!" If anyone else makes fun of either of them, they get the wrath of the other one

The Briarwoods (Aurora's Family):

PJ:

PJ gets along fine with both Ariana and Audrey

He and Ariana specifically love to banter back and forth, which is hilarious to witness since Ariana wins 99% of the time

He will have tea parties with Audrey and dress up like a princess, and he will slay whichever princess dress she forces on him

Arabella:

The girls aren't actually triplets (Ariana isn't even their sister), but they're so close in age and act so similar, that they're always called triplets

They all love princess stuff, and adore being actual princesses; they all want to move to the Enchanted Forest and have balls

When they get older, they sing a different tune, but stay close

The Swan-Joneses:

Henry:

He has so many siblings now, oh god

Harriett has given Henry a lot of gray hairs; more than Bobby, almost as much as CJ

He likes playing pirate with all of the kids

He always calls Harry 'Killian Jr.'

He's the one who bought CJ her red leather coat, to be more like Emma

He spoils them so much (The Mills kids too, but Regina already spoils them a lot) and always brings them gifts when he visits

Alice:

She loves having such a big family and so many little siblings

She shares her love of books with Harriett, stargazing with Harry, and painting with CJ

She's the sibling that gets sacked with babysitting duty, but she never minds

Hope:

Hope is the "cool" sibling, aka, she lets them get away with more shit than Henry and Alice do

She's part of the reason CJ is Like That

For whatever reason, she's Harry's favorite sibling, which sucks for her, since she's not a fan of little kids

The Golds:

Gideon:

Ben is very quiet, so he'll tag along with Gideon everywhere and no one will even notice

Gideon and Ben have a book club between the two of them

He feels kind of weird that Ben still has that "my dad is the best" attitude, but doesn't have the heart to tell him the whole truth

They tell each other everything, and despite the age difference, are very close

[chaosclimber]

mechanic

Robyn knew that his dads had been talking about cars, ever since he’d gotten his license last year. And while it had seemed to bring up some tension, they kept it pretty well under wraps. But now, Orpheus was finally getting theirs, and the subject was on everyone’s minds. 

So, it really didn’t surprise either teenager when their dads asked them to sit in the living room after dinner. He and Orpheus exchanged glances, and Robyn could barely contain his excitement. But still–best to let the adults broach the subject. They always were more open to what he wanted when they brought things up first. And Robyn had plans for his first car. 

His Da was the first one to talk, one leg bouncing gently the way it did when he was deliberately trying not to fidget with his hands. “...Ok. So now that you’re both driving, it���s…time to consider cars. Financially, your father and I can certainly handle getting you both cars. But there are going to be limits. You will not be getting brand new top of the line sports cars by any means.” 

That was ok. That…was perfect, actually. Robyn didn’t want a new car at all…though, he would really need to search for what he wanted. He tuned out a lot of the finer details that came after. Orpheus was paying closer attention, anyway, he could always double check with them as he researched. His mind was fixed on the end goal. His history-class project partner was the daughter of an old car collector. And her dad had recently come across a ‘69 Corvette Stingray, in a truly gorgeous blue. The guts would practically need to be rebuilt from scratch–which is where the research would have to come in, he wanted to source parts as close to original as he could. But he was capable of taking on the project. And Stacy’s dad had already promised he’d cut Robyn a good deal for the beauty.

“Robyn. Robyn, are you listening?”

“Sorry, Da, I was thinking.” He blushed a bit at getting caught.

“I can see that.” The response held just an edge of laughter, though, so he wasn’t angry about it. “What are you considering?”

“Stacy’s dad has that gorgeous Corvette. I’d put the work in myself, you wouldn’t need a mechanic or anything…”

“...We’re not going to put more money into your car than Orpheus’s, ducky.” He held up a hand as Robyn was about to protest. “I’m not saying no. But any parts you need beyond that price point are going to cost you.” 

“Thank you!” He popped up off the couch and hugged Hob first, then Dream. “I promise I won’t abandon it like the Lego sets!” 

A couple days later, he was just passing the Master bedroom on his way downstairs when he overheard his name. 

“Robyn’s vintage car idea does pose a slight issue, you know.” Dream’s deep voice sounded…almost amused.

“Oh?”

“The child who actually wants a car won’t have a functional one for quite some time.” Oh. Oh no. He hadn’t thought of that part. 

“...I’m sure Orpheus will share until the ‘Vette is road-ready.”

“...I suppose that would work. But only if they want to–I’ll not force them to share as a teenager.”

“Of course.”

@domaystic

crossposted to AO3

[musicals-and-mushrooms]

pspsps twissy shippers i have a treat for you

[noosekitten]

[immabethehero]

Awww

My artwork for the @encantobigbang

And the amazing fanfiction it's based on written by @katzoo12 go read it! 👇👇

I had a blast making it and i'm so blessed to be a part of this amazing event with very talented people. Thank you all ❤

[littlebugsboy]

Thought this would be funny to do

[darthstitch]

Look.

It is not the Many-Tentacled Lovecraftian Eldritch Abominable Thing's fault that tonight's nightmare had a certain flavor of... cuteness.

The goal for tonight was to induce that nameless, awe-inspiring, near-madness inducing terror that only cosmic horror could bring. It would have inspired the dreamer, who happened to be a horror writer of some note, to begin that very interesting, best-selling novel that would be the talk of the year and earn itself a few awards.

In fact, the dreamer goggled at the black-haired, blue-eyed baby that the Many-Tentacled Thing was cuddling in two of its tentacles.

Oliver, the little Prince of the Dreaming, burbled a greeting. A pudgy hand waved hello. He also tried to impart some words of inspiration, much like his Papa would, but the dreamer was not well-versed in a nine month old's vocabulary of babbles.

The dreamer woke up. Bemused. Bewildered. But still inspired. He would still write a suitably terrifying novel, but one of his protagonists was a magical black-haired, blue-eyed baby boy.

Oliver's Dada was quite confused when his son was clearly demanding that he buy a certain horror novel. "I think you're a bit too young for this, m'lad. Let's get something else instead."

This caused Oliver's first Official Tantrum, which had surprised his Dada, as he was such a little bundle of good nature and was often described by his parents' students as a "sunshine goth baby." This was only sorted out when Papa ruefully explained what had happened.

Dada's brain broke a little bit at that but he was, in the end, terribly amused at this early proof of how much chaos His Tiny Darkness, Oliver Robyn Gadling, Prince of the Dreaming, could bring.

-end-