#thewalrus

[dlsphjournalism]

THE WALRUS -- The Meeting House: Inside a Megachurch Scandal

BY RACHEL BROWNE (FGJ ‘14) -- Bruxy Cavey wanted a tattoo. It wasn’t to express love for a family member or friend or to commemorate a special moment. He wanted a tattoo to spur religious debate. After mulling over various verses from the Bible, the evangelical pastor at the Meeting House, a megachurch based in Oakville, Ontario, got “Leviticus 19:28” inked along his left inner forearm—the Old Testament verse that forbids tattoos. READ MORE. 

[idiopathicsmile]

tumblr is such a beautiful place because, for instance, long story short, a full-on trio of seemingly unrelated people have hit up my askbox recently, inquiring my opinion as to the terrible but inspiring revolutionary from Victor Hugo's Les Misérables (1862) and the heavy-drinking and argumentative but somewhat warm-hearted cynic from Victor Hugo's Les Misérables (1862), and specifically who would be more likely to unsubtly steal cream cheese from their college cafeteria, and who would be more likely to full-on see the food crime happen while laboring as a cafeteria worker but do absolutely nothing to stop it.

i fully support pondering such Great Questions yourself, about your own OTPs. truly there are worse ways to waste an evening.

anyway, my own thoughts below the cut!

so the thing is, and i know this is a magnificent cop-out but it is unfortunately the truth, this is the rare pairing i ship where you could make a strong argument either way.

like, is enjolras taking shifts in the school cafeteria because his parents cut his tuition money due to his extreme political activism and so he resolutely joins the working class of the college community, only to immediately get so burned out about the (i assume) stringent and somewhat nonsensical rules governing the distribution of cafeteria food? maybe! is grantaire filching the cream cheese for what he will gladly describe to anyone willing to listen (and also to many half-willing to listen) as a "piece of gonzo performance art" which just happens to culminate in the distribution of home-made desserts to his floormates (not that he's got a weird complex about how hard it is to make friends using just his personality)? maybe!

alternately, is grantaire burned out on any customer service-adjacent job you can imagine, from day one? sure! is enjolras out there defiantly trying to gather the supplies to make another course of food for the students who can't afford a full meal plan, like feuilly? yeah, you could make that case, i think!

so yeah, in response to the several(!) people who asked (<3), i think this is the exception to the rule where you could kind of just flip a coin.

[copperbadge]

Hi Sam,

Did the signed bookplates for Royals & Ramblers get sent out? I finally started reading it last night (really enjoying it so far!) and it occurred to me that I have no idea where the signed bookplate for it got to. Did they go out? If so, do you still have the address it went to? I moved last year and I'm worried PayPal's address was my old one.

If it turns out I just lost it, no worries and I'll donate for a second one next time you have a book out :D Thanks!

...ahh fuck. I forgot. Fuck! Again!

Well, the good news is they haven't been sent out yet, the bad news is that's because I forgot I was even doing them. :D I do have all of the names and donations though, so I will get on that this week and next. My very sincere apologies and THANK YOU for the reminder!

I'm posting this publicly so the other people who donated for bookplates see it -- I'm not sure which address is yours but if you want to send me your current address, you can send it to my askbox or to copperbadge@gmail.com just to ensure I've got the proper one.

[theliteraryluggage]

2, 15, 28?

2. What’s something new that you tried in a fic this year?

Ohhh I used a Creator's Style on AO3 for the first time in Vox Populi I! Specifically I used it to put together a selection of newspaper articles that actually looked like newspaper articles! The articles themselves were also a new thing, but to me the formatting was the much more exciting part of it. And for the readers too I feel, I got so much positive feedback on that chapter, it made all the extra effort more than worth it!

15. What was the hardest fic to title?

Vox Populi II OTL I am still not completely sure I'm gonna stick with the one I have for now. I just... the thing is that Part I, III and IV have titles that start with "I will", "I am" and once again "I will" respectively. And so I wanted part II to have a title that fits into that scheme, but none of the options I've found have the sam nice rhythm to them as the others and/or aren't as fitting thematically.

For now VP II is called I won't go quietly into the night but I don't have a good addition for the bracket the way the other titles have. (yes, I know with the brackets, but I just really like that title format)

28. If this were an awards show, who would you thank?

Uhh well I suppose first I'd have to thank Hiromu Arakwa for being such an excellent writer and artist and creating a story that still has new things to discover even after a dozen rereads and that keeps on inspiring me.

And then I'd thank my partner and the folks from my discord server who are always there to give me encouragement and motivation and ideas or are patient rubber ducks for me to talk at.

I'd also have to thank @ficwip of course, the creators of this little questionnaire, for being such a positive and inclusive and shame-free space, for offering me a framework to keep my projects on track and for all their awesome events that keep egging me on to try new things.

Thank you for asking!!

2024 in Review Asks

[lanwangjihouse]

tag of the week:

#need wang yibo hitting the babygirl anime eyes Very Hard for a single frame at a time on my blog ✳ @thewalrus-said #yibos puppy dog eyes are fucking unreal ✳ @autisthottygoth #also this video is so funny 〰 becase as LWJ yibo had to always keep the hooded eyes somehow 〰 and here he goes 🥺 ✳ @mbjw #yibo's bts expressionism continues to be a gift 〰 omg he made the funniest faces and i think part of it was just to flex his face 〰 the struggle of playing wangji ✳ @vegasandhishedgehog

[rosie-posie1313]

Aemond Targaryen Fic Recs Part 2 I 🐉

Part 1  

Your beauty never scared me By yourwonkywriter

Your beauty never scared me pt 2 By ^

You make it better By star-girl69

To young for war, too beautiful for battles By simpingland

Wolfs and dragons, both have claws and teeth By ^

A new life  By demiguisemoon

I know yours  By bookofbonbon

Love Lost  By ^

a welcome distraction good4olivia

don’t you love me? By endless-ineffabilities

possessive Aemond By factorydefaultlu

aemond showing his sapphire eye By gay-dorito-dust

Tell me the story By yourwonkywriter

A Good Wife By afro-hispwriter

Savior, Part 4 By thestoryden

I’m the mess that you wanted By thegreatestsandwich

I’m too wicked, I want to take all of your heart By ^

The Dragon Dance By dreamcatcher2113

The Dragon Dance By ^

UNLIKE HIS FATHER By sansaorgana

DRAGONS BANE By house-strong

Keeper of his Heart By factorydefaultlu

in the still of the night By saltywritings

Uncle Aemond to the rescue? By cryptaris

“the dreamer” part 2 By yummycastiel

My Fierce Lady By runningmunson

A Good Life By ^

Monster in The Stories By ^

So Much More By ^

The Rise By ^

A divine tribute and a divine prince. By yzzart

A dragon knows a dragon. By ^

Now I’m here, with you. By ^

Blood of my Blood By ultralightpoe

Salt the Earth Behind You By ^

No other remorse By shawty-writes-a-little

His Darling Wife By august-diehl

𝐁𝐄𝐍𝐓, 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 By milliesdiary

Bound.  By hs-is-loml

Aemond Targaryen x cousin!reader By justanamesstuff

Look After You By awearywritersworld

waking up to you By theship-thewalrus

𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭-𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 By delicrieux

Apple Of His Eye By ultraintrovertedgryffindor

Labyrinth  By endless-ineffabilities

Meant to burn together By wickedcanary

you vex me  By artemiscrocksgf

you’ll learn to hate me By leviathanspain

his blood, his pain By ^

Lessons  By aemonds-sapphire

Before the storm By aemhoe

Happy wife By onemillionpeopleinone

He takes off his eyepatch By ninetailedfoxmanchi

To Have and to Hold By lilibethwrites

A Curse and a Blessing  By ^

Distraction  By queers-gambit

“bigger than the whole sky”  By sourcherryandsprinkles

Love Spiral  By blayresmuses

cute aemond headcanons By vhagarsback

you are daemon & rhaenyra’s love child By hansensunshine

Eye of the storm By lxdyred

The Lovers: By anangelwhodidntfall

"bad to everyone but you" By cambion-companion

Little mouse part 2 By eddiemadmunson

[kaylasficrecs]

benedict bridgerton recs

childish infatuation | imagine, fluff | @heloisedaphnebrightmore

en garde | one shot, fluff | @delphispoeticals

forgive me | one shot, fluff | @benedictscanvas

they're not the only ones | series | @maximoff-pan

you are a menace to society (affectionate) | drabble, fluff | @starryeyedstories

wallflower | imagine, fluff (bit of angst) | @in-my-feels-probably

to be loved and to be in love | one shot, fluff | @desertno3

whatever the poets say | series | @pagesfromthevoid

all the love (under the mistletoe) | au, one shot, fluff | @seasonsbloom

irreparable | imagine, angst | @purelyfiction

thin ice | one shot, flangst (more fluff) | @starryeyedstories

audacity | one shot, flangst | @celestialnxva

piece of a puzzle | imagine, fluff | @deargenevieve

slide | au, one shot, flangst | @eleanor-bradstreet

avoidance | imagine, flangst | @theship-thewalrus

not for him | imagine, fluff | @iwritefandomimagines

(be)longing | one shot, flangst | @fayes-fics

i'll be seeing you | au, one shot, angst | @eleanor-bradstreet

the field | au, series | @eleanor-bradstreet

can't bear it | imagine, flangst | @benedictscanvas

little things | imagine, fluff (bit of angst) | @leviathanspain

jealousy | imagine, flangst (more fluff) | @jswizzlewrites

middle of the night | imagine, flangst | @bennybridge

one last summer | one shot, angst (some fluff) | @tea-stained-notes

see yourself as i see you | one shot, trifecta | deactivated blog

comfort | imagine, fluff | @fayes-fics

i was made for lovin' you | imagine, fluff (some angst) | @auroracalisto

with child | imagine, flnagst | @leascorner

keeping a secret in a courtship | imagine, flangst | @jswizzlewrites

over the garden wall | series | @homeofthepeculiar

mr. bridgerton and the baker | one shot, fluff (slight angst) | @murdockparker (small tw)

to know you... | one shot, fluff | @fayes-fics

an american in london | one shot, fluff | @gogobootz1

if there is no you | imagine, flangst | @paracosmic-murdock

of the same mind | imagine, fluff | @murdockparker

[miindfucked]

benedict bridgerton fic rec

nsfw fics are marked with🔞. all work has been credited to their respective authors.

It Had To Be You by @fayes-fics 

Summary: Modern AU romcom. A love story heavily inspired by When Harry Met Sally.

Chapters: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, (ongoing)

Whatever the Poets Say by @pagesfromthevoid 

Teaser: “What if I wanted to wait for you, Benedict?” She repeated, finally using his name. The way it felt on her tongue was almost sinful; but she loved it. “What if I am willing to walk to the ends of the earth and back, simply to see if you could love me?”

Chapters: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen🔞, eighteen🔞, nineteen, twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two🔞, epilogue.

Foolish Endeavor by @murdockparker 

Summary: Benedict Bridgerton was certainly no fool. Bad at cards, sure, a bit taller than most, that was a given, but he was seldom called a fool. Though, one could argue that falling for your best friend was a foolish endeavor, indeed.

Chapters: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven🔞, (ongoing)

Somewhere Only We Know by @fayes-fics 🔞

Summary: Five hours of snowfall, four miles from the nearest paved road, three weeks before Christmas, two old friends and one bed….

From A Father To A Son by @thebabblingbrookenook 

Summary: Benedict has held his father’s words close to his heart for his entire life. The model of love that his parents provided set an uncompromising standard. All of the pieces to the puzzle didn’t fully align until he fell in love with you. Although his father is gone, Benedict gets to experience the love of his life through the lens of his father’s parting sage wisdom.

(Be)Longing by @fayes-fics 

Summary: Mutual rescue, mutual jealousy, longing and belonging.

This Is My Idea by @theship-thewalrus 

Summary: based on the song 'this is my idea' from The Swan Princess

This Book Is Dedicated To... by @fayes-fics 🔞

Summary: Modern AU. Benedict helps cure some writer's block.

to be loved and to be in love by @desertno3 

Summary: You had been best friends with Benedict for as long as you can remember, your relationship forged during the years your mothers were preoccupied with the youngest children and your fathers were busy instilling leadership qualities in the eldest children. It seemed to be a perfect match for a future marriage, or so everyone had thought. However, your first season had come and gone and Benedict had not been as active a participant as his mother had hoped he would be. You had left London betrothed to someone else and that was that. But news about your disastrous betrothal reaches Aubrey Hall in the spring. And it changes everything.

When The World Is Free by @fayes-fics

Sypnosis: It is late summer 1939, when you arrive in Paris from New York to begin a year of adventure. A deal struck with your parents to see a little of the world before settling down and marrying your ‘childhood sweetheart’ Stanley.

You soon find yourself with a spirited young English housemate Eloise, enjoying all that the cosmopolitan European city has to offer…. Until a few weeks later when war is declared. In this newly uncertain world, Eloise’s mother dispatches her brother to bring her home. Your plan is to board a ship back to America… but circumstances conspire to leave you possibly trapped in France with no way home. Eloise refuses to leave the country without you, even as you secretly grow attached to her beguiling brother, Benedict, who is everything Stanley is not.

There appears to be only one solution to your dilemma to ensure safe passage out of the country as invasion seems imminent…  but it will mean your life is forever changed, even when the world is free again.

Chapters: one, two, three, four, five, six, (ongoing)

Innuendo Bingo by @fayes-fics

Summary: Someone knows a LOT of stupid synonyms for orgasms…

Truth or Dare by @fayes-fics 🔞

Summary: Modern AU. A drunken game of Truth or Dare leads to an interesting development.

Rhythm by @fayes-fics 🔞

Summary: Modern AU. Filthy talking and dancing with Benedict.

All The Love (Under a Mistletoe) by @seasonsbloom 

Summary: modern!au. you have been in love with your best friend's older brother for years. on Christmas eve, things finally come to a head.

Summer Nights by @murdockparker 

Summary: Benedict was born to be a father, she was sure of it.

Waking Up by @fayes-fics 🔞

Summary: Modern AU. What is the best way to be woken up…?

In the Oven by @murdockparker 🔞

Summary: She was never all that good at baking, so perhaps a bit of assistance from her husband would be a sufficient help?

Inspiration by @fayes-fics 🔞

Summary: Benedict just needs a little inspiration to complete his artwork.

Happy Birthday, Mr Bridgerton by @fayes-fics 🔞

Summary: Benedict's wife gives him the best possible birthday gift.

Transitions by @fayes-fics 🔞

Summary: Modern AU, friends to lovers, it’s very distracting when a Bridgerton becomes a triathlete…

Breaking and Fixing by @fayes-fics

Summary: Benedict’s wife likes to fix things (and break them).

Mine by @fayes-fics 🔞

Summary: Benedict's wife gets lots of male attention at a party and he gets very jealous.

A Treat by @fayes-fics 🔞

Prompt: “don’t be shy; come sit on my face, love.”

Acting Up by @fayes-fics 🔞

Summary: Your husband Benedict gives you a treat during a Bridgerton family dinner.

Sonnet #29 by @fayes-fics 🔞

Summary: Your husband Benedict and you have a late night tryst in the billiards room of Bridgerton House.

Lightening & Lilies by @fayes-fics 🔞

Summary: Simply put, greenhouse sex during a thunderstorm.

Tell me (all the ways you missed me) by @fayes-fics 🔞

Summary: Having been apart for 3 weeks, you share an eventful carriage ride.

[film-in-my-soul]

another regular appointment | 906 | softestpunk / @softest-punk

Summary: The bricks of The New Inn, slick with rain, bite into Dream’s back even through the insulating layer of his coat, but any momentary shock of pain is instantly swallowed up by the warm sanctuary of an eager mouth. It is unprofessional, of course, making repeat visits to the dreams of a particular dreamer without proper cause.

Recompense | 1,445 | Lilibet

Summary: In hindsight, pressing the King of Dreams, an endlessly immortal being of unfathomable power, against the wall of The New Inn is probably not one of Hob’s best ideas.

verdant, fertile, and blooming | 1,893 | softestpunk / @softest-punk

Summary: The Dreaming enjoys Hob's visits very much—to Dream's increasing distress.

lonesome nights are over | 1,934 | thewalrus_said / @thewalrus-said

Summary: Hob's restraint broke at the one-year mark, six months since the start of their odd, circumstantial friendship. "Tell me truly, Dream, have you ever paid for a drink in your life?" Dream blinked, looking down at his half-empty glass. "What?" he asked, a rare loss of words from him. "Every month, someone pays for your drink for you, and you've never taken them up on it," Hob said. "Were you really not interested in any of them?" "Interested?" Dream's brow furrowed, like he was trying to understand and couldn't. "Interested in what?"

let me in before the rainy season starts again | 2,633 | tiltingheartand / @tiltingheartand

Summary: “Oh shit,” he says, eyes wide. And then, “oh fuck,” as he’s scooting backwards as quick as he can, “sorry, sorry, I’m sorry,” because what else can you say when you realize, oh, that’s not just a version of your friend that your brain conjured up, that’s your actual friend, the anthropomorphic personification of dreams, in your actual dream. The dream where you’re naked and waiting for him to come be naked with you.

Please see below for more recommendations!

all i want is to be a bit warm for you | 7,848 | im_not_corrupted / @im-not-corrupted

Summary: Upon escaping Fawney Rig, the King of Dreams does not feel anything. His skin is numb to feeling. Desperate to feel something other than the cold that became a constant companion since he was so cruelly caged, he makes himself bleed. Still, he doesn’t feel it. During one of their weekly meetings, Hob notices. And he watches as it becomes a pattern. Concerned, he inevitably brings it up, only to learn more about where his friend had been in their century apart than he expected.

How Adam Loved Eve | 9,761 | Moorishflower / @moorishflower

Summary: It's said in the Bible that when the Lord took the rib from Adam and used it to craft Eve, there upon her breast, where the rib rested beneath her skin, was Adam's name writ in the old language of angels and higher powers. Hob wonders, sometimes, if Adam bore Eve's name somewhere upon his person, or if she spent the rest of her life wondering if God had chained a man to her that would never love her back. Everyone is born with the name of their soulmate as a mark on their palm. Hob Gadling is born with a thousand titles in looping scrawl on his arm and a name on his palm that no one can see but him.

Real People | 9,781 | spqr / @andthepeople

Summary: Desire’s blood red lips curl into a smile so knowing and devious that Dream’s heart drops into his stomach. “I know,” they say, nearly purring. “As an apology, dear brother, I’ll give you the one thing you want most in the universe. The thing you don’t even know you’re yearning for.”

À Cœur Vaillant | 10,156 | WyvernQuill / @wyvernquill

Summary: The young man turned, and asked, determination and cowardice both flickering in his eyes, “Professor, do you think it’s wicked to help the devil?” For a moment, Hob thought - and tried to not let his mind dwell overly long on an entity he had long thought demonic. Is it wicked to help the devil? Less than to love one, surely.

What Manner Of Creature | 13,727 | Myrocongridae (Anguilliformes)

Summary: Hob's had a number of theories about his strange friend over the years. They are all, of course, completely incorrect.

Terms of Endearment | 13,871 | BeholdingTheGaytimes / @beholdingthegaytimes

Summary: It’s been somewhere between two or three months, he reckons, since Hob started consistently having domestic dreams about a man he hasn’t seen in about a hundred and thirty years. It’s only a bit mortifying. Dreams and the subconscious are odd, and he’s not going to start judging himself now for any wanton desires.

Hope and Stubbornness Endure | 14,028 | icarus_chained

Summary: There are consequences to being caught in nightmares not your own, in the tormented memories of beings infinitely more powerful than you. Hob Gadling doesn't care. Nightmares can't kill him. And if this was ever real, he has no choice but to try and fight it now. To show ... to show his friend that he would have rescued him. If he'd known. He would have tried, no matter what it cost.

I have lately learned the difference | 18,085 | Chthonion / @chthonion

Summary: While Dream is imprisoned, Hob dreams of prisons, until, one by one, all of them take the same shape: a glass cage. Hob doesn't realize why until he meets Dream again, and the dreams don’t stop afterward.

In the Arms of Morpheus | 18,473 | Kavute / @mashumaru

Summary: In the year 1916 the sleepy sickness struck the world. Over the years millions of people were affected with no real cure or known cause. Hob Gadling, currently known as Robert Gadlen, a respected neuroscientist, uses his time to try to solve the mystery of sleepy sickness and missing dreams. When the old familiar Stranger returns to his life, Hob's understanding of the world shifts once more.

Get Lonely | 19,058 | Moorishflower / @moorishflower

Summary: It has been four months and two weeks since Orpheus died. Struggling to come to terms with his role in the death of his son, newly-divorced ghostwriter Dream Murphy finds solace in an ASMR YouTube channel run by a kind, faceless man. When he starts to feel more than gratitude for the man to whom he credits his recovery, he must make the difficult choice between standing sentinel over his son's memory, or moving forward with his life.

string of pearls (by fate's design) | 21,642 | youcanseethecosmos / @youcanseethecosmos

Summary: He knew of Roderick Burgess. Every man, woman, child, and dog has heard of The Great Collector and his labyrinth of mythical creatures. Hob had never been rich enough to get invited to the shows and parties Burgess would throw at his mansion. Nor was he ever sneaky enough to attempt pretending he was a nobleman. But Hob knew what happened at those parties by observing others. Listening in on drunken rambles of the aristocracy who enter The White Horse to escape their totally miserable lavish lives. What a bunch of cunts they are. But again… a job is a job.

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[jamesleech]

michael lista for @thewalrus

oil on yupo, 8 x 11 in, 2024

400 CAD

[jewishvitya]

This is how the best AUs are made

@thewalrus-said

[tiltingheartand]

tidbit tuesday

nobody actually tagged me today, but i’m so psyched that i was finally able to start writing this that i’m doing it anyway~

It’s past one in the afternoon by the time Tommy drops onto the other end of the couch, breathing a little hard, sweating. Content to sit in silence for the moment, apparently, as a few minutes pass and the only sound is that of Tommy’s breath evening out.

Buck breaks it himself, eventually, as he feels more and more aware of Tommy’s left hand on the cushion between them, palm up, as his skin starts to itch with the urge to reach over and thread their fingers together. “That everything?”

“Yeah, that’s it,” Tommy says, and sighs once. “Feels weird to be moving across the country without even a couch.”

They’ve had this discussion already – they’ve had all these discussions already, honestly, Buck could probably have them in his sleep at this point. Has had them in his sleep, actually, which is how the rest of the 118 had found out, and hadn’t that been a fun shift. He’d been worryingly close to saying the Q word just to get away from the questions. But still. “Do you – do you want to take the couch? Because it’s yours, you know, and if we rearrange the boxes in your trailer there’d definitely –”

“Evan,” says Tommy softly, gently pulling Buck back down to the couch from where he hadn’t even realized he’d started to get up. “The place I’m renting is furnished, and I actually like what it’s furnished with. And you love this couch.”

I love you, but that doesn’t seem to make a difference, Buck thinks. Doesn’t say, because it would be cruel, and because it’s not entirely accurate anyway. “It’s a good couch,” he says, instead, trying to think about something other than the pressure of Tommy’s hand where it’s still pressed against his upper arm. “You, uh. You’ve got good taste.”

no-pressure tags: @wilddragonflying @chobani-flip @wakeupnew @kennexara @bagheerita

@perfectlysunny02 @between-two-fandoms @dadvans @landwriter @thewalrus-said

[copperbadge]

Hi Sam. I lost my sweet baby tortie today, and would like to request extra love and treats for the Cryptids, but especially Deebs, if you don't mind 🤎🤎🤎

I'm so sorry! Keeping thoughts for you. I dread the day I lose one of the Cryptids. (I've begun to realize I am also overly emotionally attached to the cats on my dash, and will be devastated when they pass.)

In any case, I have given Dearborn some extra pettings and a breakfast of The Food Only Dearborn Likes (turkey primavera wet food). I offer you this from a few days ago, her in her happy place curled up in my lap on the Second Best Blanket.

[ID: Dearborn the tortie is lying on her side on the Second Best Blanket, head curled over her chest; her front paws are stretched out to hold her back paws in place, and her tail curls over all four paws. She looks like she's just the softest, because she is.]

[lanwangjihouse]

tag of the week:

#my last two braincells ✳ @thewalrus-said #xiao zhan casting spell of You Will Sneeze Now ✳ @spohkh  #i don't understand how watching someone sneeze can be cute 〰 he must surely be a kitten ✳ @jadedbirch #when fall hits we're all yibo ✳ @peanutbutter-nutella #little kitten sneezing ✳ @too-old-for-wangxian #we always say 'bless you! bless you baby!' 〰 to the baby when she sneezes 〰 and it makes her giggle 〰 and i just said it looking at this gif ✳ @sunflowerfollowsyou #omg so cute 〰 a super adorable sneezing puppy 〰 is it weird that I've watched this on loop about 20 times before rbing it? ✳ @chadekelevra

[zombubble]

In celebration

of me hitting 200k in the rough draft of my new longfic, and of my having been working on it for over an ENTIRE YEAR, NOW, and also of my desire to start with stuff like WIP Wednesday etc, I PRESENT to All Of You the summary for my Wangxian-centric MDZS ascension au:

In Memory; In Truth:

Some people say that to ascend to godhood is to never die, regardless of circumstance. That ascension at the moment of death negates the death itself, because the person in question was never actually a corpse. Wei Wuxian disagrees. He felt his death, and he knows it happened, and if people want to get picky about phrasing he's more than ready to get into it with them because he died. He absolutely died, then ascended, then left the mortal plane behind with the intent of not seeing much of it at all for the next hundred years or so because fuck that, fuck them, and fuck their politics. If only. Thirteen years after his death-slash-ascension, he's been sent down on behalf of the Celestial Court to find out who's kidnapping their junior officials and why, and he starts by appearing to someone he hears speaking very fervently to a memorial tablet. For some reason, Nie Huaisang is asking for his help and, well… as a god, as this is technically a prayer, he's at least obliged to listen.

I'm so excited!!! But I have to write the rest of the fic and edit before I can actually start publishing. However, I have enough of it done now that I feel confident talking about it with all of you.

You'll find updates about this fic tagged #fic: imit and #ascension au

Feel free to poke me with questions, though I may not give you a direct answer uwu.

Would also like to give a special shout-out and massive thank-you at this point to @thewalrus-said for their absolutely flabbergasting amount of support and encouragement so far, and for helping me keep my motivation going. You're a gem.

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Nine Peopel I'd Like to Know Better

Tagged by @saiditallbefore! Thank you!! Sorry that I took literal months to respond!!

Last Song I Listened To: Nice Fox by The Rosebuds. idk, it came up on Spotify's weekly mix for me. It's actually quite cute, for a song about animal death.

Currently Watching: Mostly Only Murders in the Building; it's the only currently-airing show that I'm following. I also only have one episode left of Taika's new Time Bandits, which is very good! I worried it would be too much "for kids", but I'm really enjoying it. And finally, Wellington Paranormal is the current thing I'm putting on when I'm bored and don't have anything else to watch.

Sweet/Savoury/Spicy?: All three, depending on my mood! But right this second, I could go for something spicy.

Relationship Status: Married to @lettersfromtitan! <3<3<3

Current Obsession: Hmmm, I don't really have one right now, I think? OFMD, obviously, and I quite enjoyed IwtV but I'm not really all that fannish about it – I like the memes, but haven't felt motivated to check out any fic. I'm very into my garden right now! It's blooming like crazy. I planted an all-native pollinator garden three years ago, but they tend to take a couple years to fill out, so this is the first year that it's really looked good. Right now I have New England Asters (purple), Goldenrod (yellow), Sunchokes (yellow), White Snakeroot (White), Great Blue Lobelia (purple), and False Sunflower (yellow) all blooming at once, and it looks great, plus it's constantly humming with bumblebees and other visitors. Three out of six of those showed up on their own, so it's been a real botany lessons learning to identify what sort of plants I want to let grow and what to weed out.

Fall sort of accidentally ended up being my biggest season, and I really need to plant some good bloomers for early-spring. I've been really excited planning what I'm going to cut back and what new things I want to add for next year.

I tag: @napneeders, @thewalrus-said, @foolishcatalyst, @why-worry-do-it-later, @onlylostphysics, @snake-snack-stede, @schmirius, @uncommonsockeater, and @ladypolaris! If you want, of course.