#there is a tag i've never used before

[elliehopaunt]

Crushing turts all day...

[jugumpuppet]

◗ Got into this thing called One Night at Round1

[gatoiberico]

Head in hands, head in heart I die again today and live again tomorrow It is a truth you've told me many times You, who I know so well yet cannot put a name to

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[junipers-insects]

This is what kids like these days right?

[thekitofit]

i've been completely overworking my most recent wip and i will not take the time to rework it, but i kinda wanna upload it, so… banking on tumblr to screw up the quality as usual. wish me luck ✌🏼 here we go:

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[akicklineisinevitable]

i was talking abt this irl a while back but i relistened to TGWDLM and it just reminded me of it- remember the Jekyll-and-Hyde back-and-forth thing Paul does in Let It Out? there's a subtle difference in the way Jon sings, between the 'normal Paul' and 'infected Paul' lines- infected Paul's' voice is brighter, slightly higher-pitched. his voice rises at the end of the lines, too.

and as a former theatre kid, whenever i hear that part of Let It Out i always remember something my old music teacher told me- your voice sounds brighter and clearer if you smile when you sing. something about the muscles in your mouth, i think? but obviously, in live theatre you have to act as well as sing, so most of the time you can't do that. but that infected version of Paul is always smiling. in Let It Out his expression changes by the line, and in Inevitable as soon as he starts singing he smiles- and his voice is brighter and clearer and happier.

i dunno there's something there

[r0semultiverse]

[wisteriagoesvroom]

For the trope mashup thing whatever: arranged marriage and neighbors 👀 - CX

again not one i would've picked but thank you for prompting it !! this also uh, got longer than i thought.

(from the prompts mash up - still taking submissions)

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“What do you mean your visa’s running out?” Lando asks.

“I’m Australian. Not a magician. Commonwealth only gets you so far.” 

“I thought you were here on a scholarship.”

“Well. Yeah. But scholarships stop. Once you graduate.” 

Lando toes the doorway rug. It feels weird to be talking about this in the middle of the hallway, though the only other person who would be listening might be Mrs. Kapoor, and half the time it’s only because she sticks her head out to ask if Lando or Oscar would take one of her mystery vegan curries. Lando is neither a huge fan of vegan food nor curry, and he trusts Oscar’s word for it that it’s good because they eat it while playing Gran Turismo at Lando’s place. But Lando always accepts the curries nonetheless, because his parents raised him to be polite, and he wasn’t raised in a barn. (Even if he technically grew up in converted farmhouse in the countryside, but that was besides the point.)  Either way, this is slipping away from him much quicker than he’d anticipated. Late night hangouts, dropping mail and post-it notes, text messages about the community garden. The most inane smalltalk about things big and small from the origins of moths to whether aliens were out there or just chose to ignore the +44 area code. Oscar always laughing in the right places when Lando regales him about tales of his terrible online dating stories, Oscar always picking the pickles out of the roast beef bagels before he passes one to Lando. The corner of Lando’s sofa that Lando has started to think of as Oscar’s because he’s there so often, reading one of his books or trying to speedread a JSTOR article about the lifecycle of urban pathogens while Lando worked on artwork for his upcoming store launch. 

Lando’s synapses are firing too fast. His brain did that most days, and that was what made him exceedingly good at his job, and today in particular - it doesn’t feel like there’s any logical way out. 

Lando remembers that movie they watched once though. As a joke. The one they both pretended not to enjoy, with Sandra Bullock and Ryan Reynolds in Alaska. The one they watched when Oscar sat next to Lando on the sofa, and they both pretended the entire night that their knees weren’t touching. 

His therapist said he had a tendency to get ahead of himself when under stress. But it’s a joke, it’s not serious, there’s no way—

“We could just like, get married.”

Lando shoves his hands in his pockets. That came out way more calm and cooler than he thought it actually would.  And to his credit, Oscar doesn’t drop his mug of tea. Lando knows that’s his favourite one, because Lando got it for him, and it says Science is my superpower. Oscar does, however, slightly shift his grip on the mug.

“I feel like it’d be complicated to explain to my mum why I randomly married my upstairs neighbour?” 

“But it’s not a no.”

Oscar tilts his head. There’s a glimmer of something focused, maybe even hungry in his eyes. Oscar gets like that when his mind turns, when he’s working on an especially difficult thesis, when the pieces are forming and he can lock into the crucial details.

Lando is a little alarmed at how much he already recognises it, and how much more often he’d like to draw that reaction out. 

“If the facts don’t fit the theory, then reexamine the facts. Right?” Oscar says.

And Lando is there, in the doorway. Conscious that Mrs Kapoor might’ve heard everything, but all the more conscious that there’s a hammering in his heart that he can’t tell is nervousness, or anticipation. 

What’s the stress limit for a joke you’re probably already pushing too far? Lando thinks.

He isn’t sure.

But maybe it’s a thesis worth testing out.  

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(and ok maybe i cheated a little on arranged marriage but i think this is the closest i could get with the contemporary context. thank you @cx-boxbox for the prompt <3)

[buddiesmutslut]

I know I've said it before, but I think this upcoming episode is going to be so interesting, even if we don't get Queer Eddie OR BT Bones (neither of which I'm fully convinced are going to happen on Thursday), & it's really for this one interesting phrase that Ryan & Oliver have both used.

They have both mentioned "rose-colored glasses" when it comes to Tommy & Shannon, and I would argue that they each have to reckon with these relationships before we can have any movement towards Buddie.

Eddie thinks that Shannon was the love of his life, that he failed her and has to carry that guilt with him for the rest of his life. I believe that Eddie placing Shannon on a pedestal is partially what's stopping him from realizing his queerness (along with the catholic guilt and repression, but a lot of that is also tied up in Shannon & their failed marriage.)

Buck's convinced that his big feelings last season were all about Tommy, and I'm not saying that some of them weren't, but I don't think it'd be too far of a stretch to say that he figures that he's in this relationship now and that obviously everything is fine now. He figured out this part of himself and he's dating a man and that means everything is Fine and he absolutely does not need to do any further digging or searching or learning, despite the fact that he and Tommy don't really seem to like each other all that much, nor do they seem to be all that compatible.

Buck has to reckon with the fact that realizing his bisexuality and immediately jumping into a relationship with a man that he wasn't even sure he wanted (his speech at the coffee date) might not be the solution to all the problems he's had, and Eddie has to deal with the fact that Shannon was not perfect, that what she did was not the same as what he did, that she's responsible for her own actions and that this romanticized vision he has clung to of their lives is not real and is not consistent with the actual relationship that they had.

There's a Divorce Arc this episode - which I'm begging does something with Eddie - and an uncomfortable truth learned about Tommy's past; it's not completely out of left field to assume that the Rose-Colored Glasses come off this episode.

And the fact that it's happening for them BOTH, at the same time? In the relationships that I think are the biggest obstacles to them realizing/accepting their feelings for each other???

I'm never fully convinced they're actually going to go there with these 2, but it will be SO interesting to see how this episode plays out, regardless.

[rowandekarios]

I had the chance to commission a Rowan/Gale piece from the lovely @redreart and I could not be happier with the outcome :') I straight up cried from pure joy and love, I can't believe how perfect it turned out! This is the scene from chapter eight of The Shadows We Weave where these two autistic lovesick fools finally confess and ReDre has brought it to life in such a mesmerizing, evocative way ;w; thank you once again for this, I will be screaming about it even on my death bed. Y'all should go commission her. Immediately. <3

[randomloserlover]

Oh no!! You've been poisoned by Pillow!!

post update: She has legs now

[papersak]

Silver got more scenes in Masters and that reminded me to follow up on that ship dynamics thing.

[eastbluecrewed]

taps microphone. hi i like them

[moonbowcats]

Billford + their adopted child

[aliusfrater]

dean comparing sam relapsing after a forced cold-turkey and what he perceives to be sam choosing ruby over him to sam leaving ('ran away') for stanford is so important to me. it's about sam's independence (specifically, from him)

[siiiiideblooooog]

A/B/O Snippet

Gale’s hand was warm where it cupped John’s neck as they meandered back towards barracks.

“You imagine it? Kenny thought he’d have two by 20! Still a kid himself.” John shook his head in disbelief and Gale hummed. It wasn’t unusual, really. Many of the omegas John grew up with ended up wed and bred too young. “Tell you what, though, my ma would take him over me any day.”

“Yeah?” Gale’s grip on him tightened as John started to wander, reeling him back into Gale’s side. Where he wanted to be anyway so he didn’t complain. It was rare they got quiet moments alone like this and John intended to enjoy every second of this walk.

“Oh yeah. She would give anything for me to have bonded straight outta college and popped out three kids for her to dote on.” John grinned over at his alpha, but Gale wasn’t smiling back. It was funny, the things that could no longer hurt you but could still hurt the people who loved and cared about you. John hardly thought about his parents’ disapproval anymore. “Don’t you know I’m practically a spinster? I think she’s given up on ever getting me mated. Once I enlisted it was all over.”

“You want kids, though.” It wasn’t a question, but John answered anyway.

“Course I do. Kids, bonding, the whole shebang. Just never found an alpha who wanted to give it to me.” He winked at Gale, the until now unspoken. Gale rewarded him with a warm smile and a light squeeze over his bonding gland. It sent a pleasurable spark through his body. “’Sides, I was never in any rush. What about you?”

“I figured I might be mated by now, but no kids yet, probably. I’d want a little time with it just my omega and me.” Gale’s gaze bored into the side of John’s face like a physical touch but he ignored it willfully, keeping his eyes on the darkening sky. The smell of petrichor and sweet peaches danced through the air, filling John’s nose and flooding his mouth with saliva. Nothing better on the goddamn Earth than the smell of his happy alpha. “Definitely want kids though. A few, I think.”

“Mated young, a whole litter of kids at your feet, some fresh-faced omega to raise your pups and have dinner on the table when you get home?” John ignored a slight ache in his chest in favor of a cheeky smile. It was easy to imagine, this future of Gale’s. If any alpha deserved such a picturesque life straight out of the magazines, it was Gale Cleven.

“Something like that,” said Gale, supremely unbothered by John’s teasing. John let his feet carry him slightly off to the side just so Gale would tug him back close. The alpha didn’t disappoint.

“Shoulda gotten yourself an omega like Kenny while you had the chance,” John teased. Gale stopped still, right in the middle of the darkened road, nearly tripping John up as he jerked them both to a halt. John looked back at him confused and a little disoriented at the sudden loss of a warm palm on his nape. Gale fixed John with a stern look.

“Do I seem like I am hard up for choice when it comes to omegas?” he asked, voice even but with a steel undertone. A shiver went up John’s spine and he grinned. Gale was cocky so rarely—about something other than his flying that is—that John couldn’t help but revel in it.

He indulged himself with a long look at his alpha, thick blonde hair down to his polished boots. Gale was everything an alpha should be: handsome, polished, strong.

“No you do not,” he admitted.

Gale stepped in close and snaked an arm around John’s waist to tug him into the line of Gale’s body. They fit perfectly, as always, pressed together chest to knee. John squirmed a little, just to feel the hard planes of his alpha against him. Gale leaned in, their lips separated by only a wisp of air. John could taste him. Petrichor and peaches.

“If I wanted an omega like Lemmons, I’d have one.”