#this is a “take a gander at songs that are just for them” post

[ellzilla]

Me? Finally making playlists for my ocs after years of going "oh this song reminds me of x" and then forgetting what half the songs were called? No, I would NEVER do that to Ella and Meatbag

[the-apocrypha]

anything related to dream's german accent from "the fourth dimension"? I've been obsessed with that little detail since you first posted that fic ❤️

OMG yes. The original fic, for reference. Also, asking for a friend, does 800 words count as short?

They stand in perfect silence on the forest path, Dream’s phone balanced in the palm of his hand as it records. The sound of the bird's song is made into an aesthetically pleasing series of bars on a line, on the app, and below it an hourglass spins as the song is compared to millions of other stored bird calls around the world.

Pacific wren appears first.

Below it, reed warbler.

Then, at last—sedge wren.

“It must be,” Dream murmurs. He loses patience and pulls the phone back toward himself, tapping at it. “These other two are not native species, they would not be—no. Pacific. And… India. It must be the sedge wren, there is—” He taps some more, and then a recorded bird call plays from the phone. “Yes?”

Dream is looking at Hob.

It sounds the same to Hob, but then, Hob has long proven that he has neither the senses nor the temperament for birding. Why Dream insists on consulting him at these turns is an ongoing mystery.

“Definitely,” Hob says.

Dream's nose scrunches.

"Definitely not?" Hob tries.

“If only—” Dream's brows draw together as he abandons the phone to squint into the bushes where the birdsong has been coming from. The binoculars come up, and then back down again. The squint gains agitation.

There is contention, amongst the birding community, about what constitutes a “rare bird spotting”. Some people hold that the bird must be seen, while others will settle for call identification only. This is to say nothing of the debate regarding rare birds unintentionally captured in the background of photographs, noticed days or weeks later.

“Show yourself,” Dream mutters, with a scowl fit to light the brush on fire.

Hob has a little gander about the path while he waits, like an airplane in a holding pattern. Further down the trail, there’s supposed to be a boardwalk over a wetland that he suspects will take at least an hour to traverse for all the birds expected to be nested there. He’s brought a book for that particular layover. It’s even not in English, at Dream’s insistence that Inkheart was best enjoyed in its original text, and also of an appropriate reading level for Hob’s current faculty with the German language.

He takes a picture, as he waits, of Dream with binoculars to the sky. It matches the other thousand of them on his phone. Binoculars at the beach. Binoculars at the park. Binoculars out the train window.

Eventually, Dream’s shoulders slump, and he lets the binoculars drop. He pockets his phone.

The bird song has gone.

“Sorry, love,” Hob offers, with a consoling hand between Dream’s shoulderblades.

“Such are the trials of ornithology,” Dream sighs.

“There’ll be other birds,” Hob tells him, and with gentle pressure, he gets Dream’s feet moving down the path again. “Maybe you’ll get that, uh, gargagney you wanted instead.”

“Garganey.”

“S’what I said.”

Dream trudges down the path.

They make it approximately a hundred feet before Dream’s head suddenly snaps up, and he has the binoculars up as quick as a flash.

A second later, Hob is unceremoniously yanked closer.

“Look!” Dream hisses, shoving binoculars in front of Hob’s eyes. “Look, look, up there, third branch from the top, just to the right, it’s a peewit.”

“A what.”

The sound of fingers on glass patters away as Hob takes approximately an eon to find the little bird that Dream had somehow spotted out of the corner of his eye perched fifty feet up a tree.

“It is not actually called a peewit,” Hob says.

Dream ignores him.

Hob shakes his head, and lowers the binoculars to watch Dream race through the Merlin menu to find the peewit's dedicated page. He holds out the binoculars in preparation, and sure enough, thirty seconds later Dream snatches them up to verify his identification.

Hob returns to his holding pattern.

“Hey,” he says, at length. “Is that the peewit’s call?”

Dream looks up from his phone. “Mm?”

Hob gestures at thin air. “That?”

There’s a wok wok wok wok wok wok wok overhead.

Dream shakes his head, and returns to his phone. “A squirrel, Hob.” Only, of course, they are speaking German and so it is Eichhörnchen.

“A what?” Hob asks, suppressing a grin.

“Ein Eichhörnchen,” Dream repeats. He glances up briefly.

Hob’s pretend expression of confusion passes muster.

“A squirrel,” Dream translates impatiently, and then switches back to the binoculars.

One of Hob’s greatest sorrows in life is that Dream has learned to minimize his accented English over the last few years. It had been Hob Gatling, and vhatches and seh Dhreaming, every word just a little bit imperfect and all the more wonderful for it. Now, it is only when Dream’s focus slips that Hob is allowed these little gifts from him.

Skuurl.

Hob turns into another holding pattern, and grins to himself.

[triplethreat-triplea]

I have thoughts and ideas for fics that I will never write so I'm putting them out into the world for The People to take inspiration from!

Debut or Die Edition:

1. NIS Moondae Breaches Containment - Testar slips and now fans are reacting to the insanity that is NIS Moondae. It becomes a meme. POV outsider. Here's a few ideas of stuff just off the top of my head:

He fixes everything in the most efficient manner if there's some issue with their image.

Fixes things before they become a problem.

He constantly monitors.

His info gathering skill is insane.

He does not sleep often enough but is fine.

He does not get tired.

He is amazing at choosing a song/concept that will do well.

He's way too smart about everything idol related with both practical skill and management.

He can deal with our manager when he shows up.

Improves so fast it’s inhuman, wtf Moondae.

He's definitely our unofficial leader/manager beside Ryu Cheongwoo.

Basically PR personified.

So capable at anything he does.

Very reliable.

Smart and good at planning.

Very practical.

Cunning/calculating.

So serious about everything he does.

Good cook.

Weirdly good with a camera.

Mastermind.

He knows trot??? For some reason???

(I also like any POV outsider fics, there aren't nearly enough in any fandom.)

(Different fandoms are in different posts so take a gander at my blog for ideas if you like: Omniscient Readers Viewpoint, Detective Conan/Magic Kaito, or BBC Merlin!

[aurelim]

Hey do you know any other mermaid/siren whatever of the water merfolk sort IF's? because there aren't a lot

I also loved as the ocean lures, hope to see more of it in the future

thank you so much! I hope to write more of it in the future 😂

As for mermaid/siren/anything water-like creatures, I’ve got a few. Most of them are just intro posts and ones with demos that are pretty short, so I’ll split it up into two categories along with their tumblr blogs. There are some finished ones as well but you’re going to have to pay for the entire game so I don’t know if you’re going to want to pay in order to read the whole thing. I won’t put it but I can add some if you’d like!

I don’t really follow VNs so you’re just going to get text-based games. Sorry about that 😅

There was another demo for a game called Kalopsia but it seems to have been deleted. And there’s another game where you’re found and then saved by a captain. Both were on itch.io but I can’t find either one.

Demos

Abysm’s Veil [thread] by Jacic (inspiration for ATOL, about the rusalki)

The Sea Maiden [thread] by Jacic (they have some other games but they’re short if you really want to check them out!)

Beyond the Waves by @allthatwrites (inspiration for ATOL, related to The Little Mermaid)

Voiceless: A Siren’s Song [thread] by Fare (MC is not a mermaid but they can help one!)

Disenchanted by @disenchantedif (you can choose to be a siren)

Drown With Me by @barbwritesstuff

Siren Call by @darkpetal16 (it’s based on Undertale and while MC is not a siren Sans definitely is)

Intro Posts

…And I Am Undone by @fakeyellow (short story based on Hans Christian Andersen’s The Little Mermaid)

When Silence Speaks by @whensilencespeaks (seems to be on hiatus but the idea is really interesting!)

In Deeper Tides by @indeepertidesif (Disenchanted spin-off)

Through the Waves by @throughthewaves-if (this just came out recently and honestly I wouldn’t have known about it if I didn’t look at Zee’s reblog of it!)

I know there’s more, but I just don’t remember them or have yet to see them. If there is, please let me know!

There are some other IFs that are water related like @riptide-if (which is surfer related) but they’re not about mermaids or sirens.

Also, here’s interact-if’s list of mermaid IFs or water-related stuff if you’d like to take a gander. You can also just look up forums and Reddit for any mermaid recs. I’ve seen a few posts for them and people have given some. But I think I’ll cap it off here.

I’m so sorry to all the people I’ve tagged, but it makes it easier for people to just go to your profile and look at the amazing things that are cooking right now. Also because I’ve been making this list for about an hour and a half nonstop and I’d like to give my hands a rest 😅

(although I will tag @elegantunknownphantom as Zee probably has some IFs too that I didn’t list)

[angsty-twihardxx]

Remember How Much I Love You | T.Miller

~ You thought everything would be perfect when you and Tommy finally moved in together, and when its not the two of you try your best to fix things ~

Warnings: Not really, some angst but I swear the ending is sweet. Mention of pregnancy.

A/N: Had a bit of slump, but I really wanted to finish this, and i have a part 2 of this in the books.. plz let me know what ya'll think. if you like feel free to have a gander at my masterlist <3 xx

It had been nearly six months since you and Tommy bought your home together, in the outskirts of Austin it was everything that you had ever dreamed of. In your old farmhouse the two of you could live out the rest of your days, here you could both get old together.

Transitioning to sharing your space with Tommy had been relatively easy, considering that the two of you were used to spending almost all of your free time together anyway.

At first it felt perfect, the two of you feeling like those corny couples in those rom-coms that always had you cringing together. Swearing you’d never be like that.

You both were basically connected at the hip whenever you were home together, if you were in the kitchen doing ‘literally anything’ then he would be behind you. Distracting you with your tasks as he would drop his head onto your shoulder, his stubbled cheeks would burn the soft skin on your neck as he peppered warm kisses there. 

He made you feel like a teenager again, how he managed to get you flustered so easily, just him touching you had you pulling him away from the kitchen and back upstairs in a desperate frenzy to get your hands on him one last time before you would both go your separate ways for the day.

Mornings were always blissful like that, you would both be making breakfast and drinking coffee in a post-sex haze. Filled with laughter and very mediocre dance moves from whatever songs were playing on the radio, leaving you both amused with your distractions resulting in sulking in eating burnt toast. 

But now the beauty of it all was replaced with the very harsh and brutal reality, the wool had been ripped from your eyes and only now did you realise that it wasn’t like that anymore. You had recently graduated from college and was offered a teaching job, which you were excited for so you said yes straight away. The only downside was that you were never home, every weekday you were up and out the door before the sun peeked through the rocky valleys beyond your home, and the moon was already out when you got home. 

Much like you, Tommy who was now always working, he and his older brother Joel started up their own construction business that took them a lot of work and money. So they were always busy with new projects that always left him coming home exhausted, by the time you were home he was usually asleep on either the sofa or bed. It was a very rare occasion that the two of you would actually run into each other during the day. 

Both of you were just too tired to notice how bad it was getting. 

Though tonight you had a plan to take a step in the right direction, you had been feeling so flat lately and figured that it was your body’s way of telling you to take a step back and really evaluate what was important in your life. You felt the need to at least try and save your relationship before a simple homemade dinner couldn't fix it.

A smile grew on your face when Tommy’s car pulled up in the driveway, no doubt surprised to see yours there as well. It felt good to surprise him, to do something that felt so foreign. The two of you would always do sweet little things like this, whether it was you knocking on his door unannounced in the morning with a sweet smirk on your face. Or him waiting for you to finish classes for the day to pick you up and take you somewhere special. 

“Just in here!” You called out from where you stood in the kitchen finishing up making Tommy’s favourite, your own lasagna recipe. His tired groans could be heard getting gradually louder as he eventually dragged his feet onto the tiled floor, clearly not matching your level of enthusiasm. “Y’aint usually home this early.” He mumbled as his tied eyes caught sight of you during the day time, a sight he was not used to. “I know I got sent home actually, still not feeling well.”  You shrugged, sending a tight lipped smile as Tommy leaned against the doorway, an almost confused look on his face.

“Been workin’ too hard.”

“Yeah well, guess we're both guilty of that.” The words came out harsher than you expected, making you cringe as you saw Tommy frown from your peripheral.

“Tommy wait–” You breathed out, ready to apologise but he was already walking towards the stairs. It made you feel uneasy, like you didn’t know how to talk to each other anymore. 

Tommy sighed as he felt your concerned eyes burning into his, he knew that all you wanted to was just try and make an effort. But he was just so tired. 

“M’just having a shower alright?” He bit back in an almost sad voice, he felt guilty that he was simply just too exhausted to do this with you right now. His fingers were tightly wrapped on the polished bannister, it wasn’t a nice feeling to be annoyed at you for doing absolutely nothing wrong. But yet he was…

He continued walking up the stairs and shutting the bathroom door behind him without looking back up at you, you let out a meek ‘okay’ knowing that he wouldn't even hear you. You wondered where it all went wrong so quickly, never did you ever think that you two could get to a point that you wouldn’t know how to even talk to  each other.

You were alone in the kitchen again till everything was nearly ready, the silence was deafening how quiet it was. No longer having your laughter would be bouncing off the walls during Tommy’s attempts to take over you cooking dinner. 

Though when Tommy did come back downstairs you were already plating up the food in a huff, already feeling like you ruined everything. 

The both of you danced around each other, while Tommy opened the fridge to grab himself a beer, you were already sitting down as you picked away at the food on your palate. Whether it was your stomach or the tense silence that made your stomach churn at the idea of eating anything.v

“So uh, how’s work been? I feel like we haven’t had a night like this in ages.” You smiled sadly, not wanting to—start anything or mean anything by it. Simply just, starting a conversation. 

He responded with a sigh, as he shook his head ridiculously as his damp curls danced wildly. 

“Yeah well we had a new guy start a couple of weeks ago, he broke his ankle over the weekend so he’s out.” Tommy groaned as he took another sip of his beer, you only noticed now how tired he actually looked. It had been so long since the two of you caught up with each other at the end of the day like this, you missed this. “So what does that mean?”

“Will probably have to pick up the slack for ‘em, at least till we find someone to replace him.” Tommy shrugged matter of factly, his eyes not lifting up from his plate. “God Tommy, you’ll work yourself into the ground.” There was worry evident in your voice, your cutlery clinking against the ceramic plate as you gave the man in front of you your full attention. He was being absolutely ridiculous, you had the right mind to call Joel and tell him to get someone else to help out.

“Well, someone has to do it.”

“Tommy--"

“Why does it matter?” He looked up at you in annoyance, his tone an octave higher than you're used to. He was hoping that you would simply drop it, why couldn’t you just drop it. 

He could feel his agitation rising as the conversation continued, even though all you were doing was worrying about him. “Well I know we don’t see each other as much and–”

“Jesus Christ.” He groaned, rubbing a calloused hand down his face, his elbow propping on the table with a loud ‘thonk’. “Can’t you just let it go? You’re the one that’s at work all goddamn day!” His voice rose in irritation as his now red hot cheeks turned to look at you, almost awaiting an answer. 

Your eyes shot up to watch him in shock, it was a very rare occurrence for Tommy to ever raise his voice, especially at you. You were taken aback at how annoyed and mad he looked, the vein in his neck protruding after his outburst. 

“Yeah you're probably right–I’m so sorry for trying Tommy. It obviously seems like I’m too late anyway.”

Your harsh words cut into Tommy like a burning hot knife, but your lip quivered as you tried to hide the tears from slipping out. He almost expected you to just yell straight back at him, but when you didn't it made him feel worse.

Tommy then let out a frustrated sigh, when his eyes caught onto yours he realised the mistake that he made. “Shit–darlin’ that aint what I meant.” His voice was frantic now, trying to fix his mistake once it was too late. His eyes searched for yours but he couldn’t, your own refusing to look up. Because you knew if you did, you would cry. 

“But it is! Jesus, I dont– I can’t do this right now Tommy.” Your head shook in disbelief, how could something so simple that you had planned go so horribly wrong. You tried to ignore the part of your brain that wondered if you both just weren't the same people you used to be. 

As you stood up abruptly, the chair underneath screeched under the wooden floorboards. Throwing your napkin on the plate you left the table in a hurry, ignoring the calls from Tommy as you basically ran up the stairs. As he sat in the same spot sulking, you were in your upstairs bathroom throwing up what little remnants you had from dinner. 

Your eyes were blurry as you sat on the cold tiles, your eyes continued to water as your eyes drifted on the small silver ring on your left hand. It was the one Tommy gave to you when he proposed to you not long after you graduated, even though you both knew long ago that you wanted to marry him. It was one of the happiest days of your life and now it almost made you want to vomit again. 

Surely this wasn't the same man that you just argued with downstairs, your Tommy was soft and kind and had the most beautiful smile– not that you had seen it much lately. 

You were basically never home with this new job, but when you brought it up to Tommy he said ‘you’d be a fool not to take it.’ And now he was using it against you, when all you were trying to do was have a conversation. You knew that tomorrow was Friday, you just had to make it through the day and then you would have the whole weekend to try and fix this. 

You just had too. 

Tommy groaned out in pain when he woke up on the sofa, his back aching from the hard springs poking into him. He figured he deserved it anyway, as a painful reminder from the universe. At least that’s what you’d probably say, he doesn’t get any of that stuff. He figured he'd go upstairs and try and make things at least a little better with you, tell you that he was sorry— because he was. 

But when he padded down the hallway he could already tell you were gone, your soft snores were absent to him, your side of the bed was empty. 

Usually he wouldn’t mind, but Tommy still felt horrible for the way he talked to you last night. He was never the type to lash out at you in anger or frustration, no matter how tired or exhausted he was. Seeing you get so upset last night made him realise that it was all more than just ‘being at work all the time,’ it was starting to affect your relationship. And the fact that even you knew, and tried to do something nice, and he just basically threw it back in your face. 

He didn’t even know if he could fix it…

He felt like the biggest asshole, as he tried to figure out to make it up to you all he could think about how upset you looked, it was burned into his mind. Your side of the bed was unmade and it made him imagine you throwing the covers in a frenzy to get up on time like always, your pajamas laying on the floor in a line to the bathroom where you would’ve stumbled to the shower. 

With an annoyed groan he ran his hands down his face as he dropped out and sat on the edge of the bed, he missed your lingering fingers in the morning. Checking his phone he saw that you left him a message. 

‘Can you remind Joel he needs to pick up Sarah?

Was sick this morning so I’ll be late..no point waiting up.

His brows furrowed as he read your text, trying to trace back in his memory to when you mentioned you were feeling unwell, besides from yesterday at least. Was he really that bad of a fiancé that could no longer notice these things? Usually he prided himself in noticing if there was something wrong.

Tommy knew that he had to do something, before the two of you began to resent each other—if you didn’t already. 

On the top of his nightstand in a handmade shell frame by Sarah, it was his favourite photo of the two of you.  

In the polaroid you were crawled up in his lap, arm slung around the back of his neck as you both smiled for the excited Sarah who had gifted her first camera. The two of you had bright smiles on your face, cheeks pinched with genuine happiness. He missed your smile. 

The two of you looked so young despite it not actually being that long ago, he remembered that day fondly. The day he proposed to you…

After an entertaining morning opening presents the two of you were sitting outside on the back porch, your elbows propped up on the arm of the lawn chairs you sat on. You were wearing that beautiful white white dress  Admiring the view as you watched Tommy strumming his guitar with the new guitar pick you had gifted him for Christmas. 

He was happily strumming for sometime, before stopping and turning to face you, a wide smile on his face. "Y'know I almost forgot your present..." Tommy had a playful smirk on his face. "Oh good, and here I thought you forgot about me." You chuckled in amusement, giving him that look that reminded him that you didn't actually mind, you were never one to like anything extravagant for presents. 

"Ain't no way I could forget about you. Now, just close your eyes." 

"Do you really expect me to fall for that one again Tommy?" Your hands rested on your hip, giving him a suspicious look. Which made Tommys head fall back in laughter, his raven curls bouncing as he chuckled in amusement. "Come on now darlin', just close 'em."

"Ugh, fine." You huff as you then close your eyes, despite the shuffling noises you hear you keep them shut.

Then when you opened your eyes you let out a surprised gasp, not expecting to see Tommy down on one knee. For a brief few seconds you were completely speechless, frozen. You had been waiting for this moment, for so long. As your eyes began to water, he began to speak.

"Now you know i ain't best with this kind of stuff, but do you wanna marry me darlin?"

"Are you kidding me? I--of course!" You exclaimed, your head nodding at him frantically. There was no possible way that you could ever say no to him. You jumped into his arms, instantly connecting your lips with his in a passionate fever. 

"Love you so much darlin', gonna make sure you remember that everyday." 

God he had to fix this…

Orange and deep purple hues began to pour onto your hands as they shook on top of your desk, the red marking pen falling onto the wood with a deafening ‘thonk.’ 

You were meant to leave nearly twenty minutes ago if you wanted to be home somewhat early. Yet you still hadn’t dared to move from your desk, any homework to mark was completely lost to you now, too preoccupied with the positive pregnancy test you took during your lunch break. 

Your coworker Meg suggested the idea of you being pregnant causally during a conversation of your latest sickness, and now that you thought about it, it made perfect sense. 

The constant unwavering nausea that you had you avoiding food like the plague, the fact that no matter how much sleep you had you were still always tired. Then lastly, the fact that you could actually remember when you had your period. For so long you had blamed all of these on your current life changes and stress levels, but no longer could it be ignored…

You were pregnant. 

As you let out a shaky breath, running your fingers through your hair you thought about telling Tommy. Usually you would be ecstatic with such news, but after the night before you suddenly weren’t sure. 

The two of you had daydreamed about having children together numerous times, but that was also before he had his own business and you had college fees and a full time job. Would it be the same now that it was real or were you simply overreacting? Who knew till you told him.  

Maybe last night solidified just how far you both had let this go on, this big wall that separated the two of you in your own home. You were almost surprised that Tommy hadn’t thought you were pregnant yet, usually being so attentive over you. More times than most, he would know something was wrong with you before you even did.

Not that you were any better, you were barely home anymore. Yet you used to spend all of your free time with Tommy, no matter what. 

What if the two of you could never change?

After spending a few extra minutes psychic yourself up in your parked car in the driveway, your eyes drifted to the yellow light peering from your open kitchen window where Tommy was probably cooking himself dinner. You could only presume since you would usually still be at work, it made you realise how much you missed his cooking. Maybe not in the kitchen, but despite what you had been told by Joel, the man could and loved his grill. 

Eventually entering the home you noticed how oddly cozy it felt, like you had been enveloped into a warm welcoming hug. Which lately, had been the opposite of how you felt coming home. You couldn’t even remember the last time it felt like this, so lived in. That the people that lived here actually had their shit together. 

Peeling off your jacket you walked towards the yellow light leaking on the floor from behind the door to the kitchen, you stopped in shock. Tommy stood by the oven, his back to you as he swore over what you could imagine was your tattered old recipe book that belonged to your grandmother. The old frayed edges that poked over on the counter, as he leaned over trying to read the old handwriting. 

It almost looked like some sort of fever dream, he was showered, shaved and wearing open of his nice button down shirts. The exact olive green one that you had bought him last year for his birthday, you reckon it was the first time he had put it on. 

“Oh hey—“ Tommy chuckled nervously once he turned to see you still in the doorway, a confused and shocked look on your face. “I uh—wasn’t expectin’ you till later.” His voice was chipper, which was the polar opposite from yesterday. He was obviously trying, be nice.

“What's all this for?” You tried not to sound mean, you obviously knew why. But you needed to know…

“Well I wanted to do somethin’ nice for ya. Try and make up for me being a dick, n’not taking care of you like I should be.” Tommy’s shoulder dropped with a sigh, his hands cupping the edge of the counter that leant against, you could tell that he was upset. A deep crease forming between his brows, the way it always did when he was upset with himself, you could see the internal nettle he was having with himself. 

Your breathing hitches when your eyes drift to the bouquet of wildflowers in the centre of your dining table, the ceramic vase was the same one that was gathering dust since you moved in. He even tidied up the leftover mess that neither of you had been bothered to put away. 

Tommy’s eyes peered up to where you stood in the doorway, your glassy eyes analysing the home. Your cheeks were puffy and stained from pre- existing tears, it broke his heart thinking that you had been crying because of him. 

“Sweetheart, I’m so sorry. I was tired and stressed out—and I know that’s not an excuse.” His large warm hands enveloped your own as he grazed his thumb along the top of your cold knuckles. 

“I just wanted to make sure you still knew how much I love ya.” He flashed you the same dorky grin you fell in love with all those years ago, that you were still in love with. 

Guilt ripped through you, the fact that you really thought he stopped loving you, after all these years that he could stop just like that. That you doubted that he wouldn’t want a baby with you…

“I was just so worried that we were falling apart.” A sob escaped your lips, your shoulders trembling under your blouse. The feelings you had been harbouring were overwhelming with your newly added hormones, you simply had no more room left, you had to let it all out. 

His strong arms envelop you as he pushes you into his chest, his hands slide up your back to cradle to the back of your head. The soft fruity smells of your shampoo filling his nose, a smell that took him back, something that he didn’t realise he could miss so much.

“Baby I’m still just as in love with you as the day I met you. I know I ain’t been actin’ like it lately, but I’m gonna put in more effort.” 

You could smell his aftershave as you brought your head into his chest, as your tears darkened the fabric of his shirt. Tommy’s rough hands moved up to cup the soft skin of your cheeks, so he could look at you properly as he spoke, making sure that you knew. 

“Don’t— it’s not just your fault. I’m at fault too Tommy.”

“Look, we both are as bad as each other. But I don’t want to feel that far away from you ever again.” 

“Tommy I, it’s not just that—“ You let out a shuddered breath, choking on your words as they tried to come out. The entire speech that you had thought out in the car was completely lost to you, your brain went blank.   

“What's going on baby? Talk to me.” 

Swallowing the lump of nerves in your throat, you dropped a trembling hand down into your pocket. Grasping onto the tiny piece of plastic that you had been staring at all afternoon. Everything seemed to move in slow motion, your arm felt astronomically heavier as you lifted up the test and placed it in his unsuspecting hand. 

“I—I only found out this afternoon.” You added nervously, unknowingly holding in a breath as Tommy remained quiet. His brows furrowed for a brief moment till his glassy eyes darted up to look at yours. “I'm gonna be a Dad?” His glassy honey brown eyes beamed down at you, filled with so much happiness. You simply nodded, your own wide smile growing on your face. The nerves that had you anxious all afternoon had dissipated. 

“Holy shit, baby this is amazing!” He exclaimed with excitement, bringing you into another tight embrace. His lips pressing onto yours, softly but full of hunger. The two of you were both desperate for each other's touch, after what felt like forever. This felt right, with him, it felt perfect.

“Love you so much darlin’, ain’t gonna ever let you forget it.”

[th3-0bjectivist]

Folks, for just over two months I’ve been digging up the festering carcasses of the BEST and DEADEST of dead bands. People out there seem to like the running theme, and your hearts on my posts are like candy-coated heroine syringes for both my stats and my ego. So, suit up, dear listener. That’s right, into the armored wetsuit with ya! This week we’re diving directly into earth’s molten core, because rare gems built under pressure like this are not meant to be simply forgotten. Let me take you back to the early 2000’s for a moment. George W. was in charge, we were on the verge of the war in Iraq, Korn and Linkin Park were still all the rage on radio waves, and one band that was the very definition of anti-establishment had temporarily broken up. The band I’m referring to is KMFDM, and if you don’t know about them, shame on you. You can self-flagellate repeatedly in any manner you choose after reading this post. For reference, I've covered KMFDM before on this blog, as well as recently creamed my long johns over hottie Lucia Cifarelli. In 1999, industrial techno German powerhouse KMFDM had temporarily broken up over internal stress and creative differences. Two members remained to attempt to formulate a new sound: rock/metal instrumentalist legend Tim Skold and group founder Sascha Konietzko, who shortly thereafter drafted a down-on-her-luck Lucia Cifarelli, making them a trio. This group released a grand total of one album in 2000 which sold over a hundred thousand copies, only to then revert directly back to the KMFDM brand due to popular demand and a new recording label deal. The apparent point of this short-lived breakoff group, MDFMK, was to provide a slight inversion from KMFDM’s dance-club heavy tunes and give their already built-in international audience a far more aggressive and ‘futuristic’ noise. What I think they ended up creating with their one and only album is what we refer to today as electronica, but with a slightly more guitar-laden twist that I would recommend sipping for flavor. It’s not really intended for dancing, but you can sure as hell dance to it. I don’t think it’s meant to be catchy per se, but a big portion of it manages to be. And with three lead vocalists and an endless creative capacity between its members, MDFMK’s sound may have eventually outshined its predecessor if only it had stayed a viable and continuing musical enterprise. Alas, it was not to be, and so the originality and moniker of MDFMK was sacrificed so that KMFDM could live once again. This is Get Out of My Head, a song I’ve loved for something like 15 years. Thanks Pandora! Back with more nostalgic and musical necromancy soon!

Their full album is here if you care to have a gander. It’s a trip, but it's also a decent trip. Next time I post music, it will include the lovely Lucia and come with a 90’s grunge aftertaste. Image source: https://music.youtube.com/channel/UCQWxPw6Fvg3cq_MiydIntyw

[vintagedean]

tagged by @wastemanjohn! thank you, china!

Rules: list your top 5 creations you made for this year. Creations can include any type of fic, any type of art, webweaves/comparatives, meta/headcanon posts, gifsets/edits, fanvids, playlists - anything that contributed to the fandom. These don't have to be your most popular - just the ones you love best.

i really don't think i created much, but let's take a gander.

this is so sad, i really don't have much to offer lmao. okay, in no particular order....

share the spoils verse this is such a gross series, but i genuinely think about it a lot and think it's very repugnant and hot and somehow it's what my deanjohn thoughts have been boiled down to.

malcolm/vanessa "the warden" fanvid this is genuinely my number one creation. i love it so much. i'm so fucking happy with it.

benthan through the series fanvid this was from my sideblog, and i am also deeply pleased with it. i love these two so much, and i love how their relationship has developed. i need to get back to these two and this movie series and this sideblog.

the terror "go for broke: fanvid this is another video from a different sideblog that i'm sort of trying to merge into my main blog. i love this show and i love this song and i love how i shoved them together. makes me happy.

i don't have a fifth thing to fill here because i suck, so i'll reserve this spot for all the original writing i worked on over the past year, but didn't share on this blog.

[ensemblesongs]

Heya!! I'd like to ask, do you by chance have songs from the stage plays? im taking a gander here because they've basically become lost media after h.e wiped them off sound cloud, I just miss ryusei bonfire and constantly replaying my file of meteor lights is not doing me any good... Or if anyone who sees this ask and has the song is free to message me. Thanks!

I have all of the ansutes, so I could probably post it as an audio file... if that would make you happy! I also am not sure of how good the quality would be

[xplrvibes]

Have you seen KAt is getting slaughtered for going to Zak BAgans? People are saying that she is proving herself to be the actual clout chaser and a clingy bitch who refuses to move on from her ex by going there. I've been telling people to calm down because she has not produced any content from there yet, for all we know any video she makes might just be a vlog style video of getting a tour with friends or something which could be kinda fun. Sam and Colby don't own the location after all, other people can go there.

(Combining asks since they are basically about the same topic)

I actually haven't seen anyone talking about it, but I honestly haven't been looking so that may be why.

I will say that I'm not surprised about this one - certain people have been waiting for an opportunity to go after her with both barrels because "she wrote mean songs about the meow meow" or whatever for a while now.

Do I agree? Not really. I don't even think she filmed anything there to begin with but if she did...eh. who cares. It's one of the top rated attractions in Las Vegas - going there and then filming it to be able to write off your entire trip as a business expense seems like influencer 101 to me lol. I don't necessarily see that as an indicator that she's looking for clout or anything like that.

(Taking that picture and posting it could be seen as petty, of course, for a few reasons - but then again Sam does petty shit too so as the saying goes "good for the goose, good for the gander." 🤷‍♀️)

Slight sidenote here, but let's be honest - that girl could make a "telling my truth" exposè and probably rake in a ton of clout off the backs of the side of the internet that loves drama and tea and shade - especially after the Conjuring. She really could've capitalized on that if she wanted to. The fact that she hasn't cashed in on that opportunity yet says a lot. Her songs that she wrote are more about her experiences in the breakup and the aftermath and how she felt and she honestly took it way easier on him than she could have. Anyone running around upset about those songs or using them to say she's ruining Sam's life clearly weren't alive for the "Alanis goes scorched earth on Uncle Joey" era and it shows lol.

Now having said all that - if she came out with a video where she spent the entire time openly mocking snc and calling them frauds...who am I kidding, even that I'd find funny. I'd understand the anger some stans would have a little more, I guess, but I personally would still think it was funny.

But since I doubt she's going to do that, I'll say certain people are barking up the wrong tree on this one.

[simiansmoke]

tears for the memories meme

childhood memories

( tears )  for my muse to discuss a childhood memory that makes them sad

He might as well have been still under the water with how the river rock he'd hit had knocked free the bare minimum breath he had left in him from fighting the roar of the post-rain season's river. That he didn't just pass out upon the blow, which furthered oxygen deprival past the limit needed to not just surrender limply to the water's course, spoke volumes of the Kong's lung capacity.

A capacity that under other circumstances served to annoy those around him who couldn't take such a loud and boisterous youth; but now, left shivering with fingers clenched weakly to a wet river rock that had no issues piercing fur in some places to scrape skin down to blood, the illusion of power said lungs carried now faded to wet, hacking coughs and snivel seasoned hiccups. Though the river had swallowed him and spit him back out to a harsh blow, the trembles in his arms as he clung to his safe point seemed more indicative of the act of trembling around an unspeakable feeling that simply ate away silently at one's insides until eventually, a mouthful too far left the host a shaking shell of their former self over the mere chill of river water and the shock of being swept away so suddenly from the bank.

"D-dad..." His teeth gritting in an attempt to still his shakes, he glared ahead before squeezing his eyes shut when the splatter of water against rock kept flying back in his face. Like the swell of words from below the rafters he'd been privy to before he'd tried to escape them by blindly racing through the jungle to his fate of upturned vines and a slippery, swollen riverbank.

[From the rafters of the meeting room, DK had happily helped himself to a spot in the dark where a song bird had made a nest and where two speckled eggs lay, waiting for their parents' return. He'd been keeping an eye on them for a few days now after Dad had mistakenly believed he'd chased the youngster out of the room before a big strategy meet between King and Kong army generals.

Since then it was easy peasey to pull the same stunt every day since, swinging up to his 'crow's nest' view to sit with the bird's nest and get a gander on the proceedings below. Soldiers were cool, after all...and if he was lucky, they'd tell a really not-kid-Kong friendly story so he could immediately run it back to Funky or Candy to show how in the know he really was!

But the following meeting was anything but cool. He was already in a turbulent mood, having not seen hide or feather of any birds that could have laid the eggs before him. A small knuckle reached forward as if to barely touch a shell and see if there was any warmth to be found, but bickering voices below gave him pause.

"-that kid is always cutting in to our meeting time, Cranky! I have a wife and kid I'd like to go home to TOO you know."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah - well, I'd ask her if the feeling's mutual if I were you! Your complaining is now eating into more meeting time, you know?"

"Disgraceful...your kid is supposed to take over the kingdom and in turn our services? But with an attitude so unbefitting a king, you'd best learn to beat some sense into the runt soon. No one in this army is going to want to serve such insolence, your majesty. And I say so with your best intention in mind."

A sigh from below indicates Cranky is giving the matter thought before he commits. "My son won't always be a worthless idiot. Just like you weren't always one, I might add! With mine and the army's combined help, he'll turn out to be a powerful asset to our kingdom. Until then, we will suffer his insufferable intrusions."

"And if he doesn't, King? What then? He sings like a jester over a prince. What if he learns nothing of Kings and armies by his own volition ?"

"Simple-! Then he's NOT my son-"

From the rafters, the prince doesn't hear the follow-up of ' to inherit the throne'. Any reasonable attempts at listening now were replaced with a roar inside his head...like an overflowing river that wanted nothing more than to swallow him and sweep him far away from the meeting room. Flashing his teeth as he observed the eggs once more, he wondered if they too were not anyone's anymore...and the throb of realization in his chest prompts him to lash out - to smash his hand down and crush the eggs. They were cold.]

And now he was too, fastened to his rock and shaking around a feeling like rage, but perhaps it was something else disguised as such. His face fell once he came to and pulled his own damn self out of the river, replaced with half narrowed eyes and a stern frown worthy of Cranky's son. It would remain there for the remainder of the war against the Kremlings. As he padded wetly along the jungle path back to town, he could have sworn he saw white wolf in the distance.

[hgghgfd]

American Music Press, Issue #22

Interviewed by Marc Gander Sent by zorg@alois.icon.palo-alto.med.va.gov

Whenever I see Nick Cave perform live I cannot help but equate him to some crazed Southern evangelist. His appearance, tall and wiry with a penchant for black suits and his mannerisms, arms and eyes raised heavenward as if delivering a sermon, add credence to this analogy and it appears that it is not entirely accidental on Cave's behalf that such a comparison should be drawn. He has a well documented fascination with with both the bible and the South which he admits 'got a bit out of hand at one period.' The U.S., however, both South and North, has not reciprocated this fascination and, although Cave has an extremely loyal and devoted following here, he has never achieved widespread popularity. Cave is undeniably irritated by this atheistic sub-continent's refusal to heed his calling and, although he exhibits an unyielding faith in his work he is also exasperated by the masses' failure to realize his genius.

"We've just gone out on our own so many times," Cave explains, "and it's just been the same situation time after time and, eventually we just said, 'fuck it we're it not gonna do that anymore, we won't tour America anymore,' basically that was our decision when the Lollapalooza thing came up, which was a significantly different situation, and we decided that we'd do that, I mean I'm only interested in doing something if there's some development there or at least it's different from the last time we did it and that wasn't happening in America at all." At this point Cave's voice changes, from a matter of fact tone he takes an air of disgust and indignation, his slight Australian accent becoming more pronounced. "We kept releasing a record, we kept doing the same gigs, same amount of people and it was just...," he trails off, searching for the right words, "very repetitious," he concludes, but his intonation betrays the fact that that his feelings are actually somewhat stronger. This seeming lack of progress is understandably frustrating for Cave, but to write-off his fans in an entire country and refuse to perform for them simply because there are not enough of them seems a little callous, never the less, playing the Lollapalooza festival will give Cave the exposure that he seeks. Whether America's Live 105 [a San Francisco radio station -EW] kids will take his brand of twisted blues to their hearts remains to be seen, however. His music, after all, is a far cry from the Seattle Grunge sound of British indie pop which comprises the majority of the 'alternative scene' today and it is not instantly accessible, but Cave has always been more interested in being innovative and original than in commerciability.

Cave's musical career began in the late '70s in his native Australia where he fronted The Boys Next Door, a fairly mediocre punk-pop band. The Boys Next Door released an album Door Door (notable for the song 'Shivers,' which features in the excellent Dogs in Space movie.) After the release of Door Door, they promptly changed their name to the Birthday Party (after the Harold Pinter play) and began to play some of the most raucous and influential music to come out of the post-punk scene in the early-eighties. I asked Cave what prompted this dramatic change of direction.

"Well, you're quite right about The Boys Next Door,' Cave says, "but in fact, The Boys Next Door were a little more than a standard post-punk group - we just put out a really bad record. In fact we were a lot more direct and a lot more aggressive than that record makes us out to be. We were just saddled with a complete dickhead who did the production on the record and turned into the kind of powerpop record, which was what he wanted us to do and we were young enough and stupid enough to allow that to happen. But, having said that, we were a terrible band as well and writing a lot of crappy songs. We were very influenced by a lot of English and American groups that kind of filtered over to Australia. And, I think what happened was, we eventually left Australia and went to England and lived there for a while, and saw what these groups were really like and got rid of our frustration for other bands and started to create our own kind of music, as an alternative to that kind of music."

He goes on to say, "Anything that came from England was kind of very mysterious to us and seemed to be imbued with this incredible power and it was really getting over to England and seeing what it was like first hand, and how disappointed we were with it and how disappointed we were with England as a country. We thought it was going to be kind of, the answer to all our prayers and all of our problems. Consequently we ended up making very angry music, we were just pissed off about everything."

The Birthday Party released two excellent LPs, Prayers on Fire and Junk Yard, before splitting up in 1983. Soon after Cave formed the Bad Seeds and released the debut album From Her to Eternity. Since then Cave has been nothing, if not industrious, releasing a total of nine albums, a book of poetry (King Ink Black Spring Press), a novel (And the Ass Saw the Angel - Harper Collins) and has contributed to the soundtracks of, and acted in, several movies; notably Wim Wender's Wings of Desire and, more recently, the Australian Ghosts of the Civil Dead, in which Cave plays a prisoner. I mention to Cave that I have not seen Ghost playing, even at the art cinemas here, and it is not available on video either. This seems strange for a film which received critical acclaim both in Australia and Europe, Cave's appearance alone would, one would think, guarantee an audience. 'It's never been screened there [America],' Cave says. 'Probably because it doesn't have happy ending.'

It is odd that Ghosts was not screened here, when Romper Stomper, an Australian film about Skinheads, which is undeniably violent and controversial, recently enjoyed moderate success, on a limited release in the US. 'I think Ghosts blows Romper Stomper out of the water really,' Cave says. 'I mean Romper Stomper is kind of enjoyable, I guess, I never thought it was a particularly good movie. Ghosts of the Civil Dead is a truly brutal movie and I don't know why [it hasn't been released.] It's very anti-American, it's very un-American in a way, possibly that had something to do with it. I don't think people could find anyone who was willing to show it, really it's not even that violent, it's just the point that it is trying to make as a film is quite a brutal observation of the world and the way power works.'

Cave also had a hand in writing the screenplay for Ghosts, 'it went through about eight different drafts and I worked on the first three or so,' he says. 'I don't know if I did it particularly well, I think I helped invent some of the characters and some of the scenes of mine, but at the same time, I was not as involved in the film as the producer and the director, who did a lot more research on the film than I did. So basically, my contribution was more in character development and stuff like that, I would say. It's by no means my script, I enjoyed doing it. When I wrote that script I was kind of practicing to write my novel really.'

Cave's novel is something very close to his heart, he even goes so far to say that, in the future, he could foresee himself giving up music in favor of writing. Not surprisingly, when you listen to Cave's lyrics it is obvious that he has a deep love for language. His novel And the Ass Saw the Angel is very intelligent, incredibly twisted and very dark. It is not by any means easy reading; the premise is that of a deaf-mute, born of inbred, hill-billy parents living amongst a strange religious cult in the American deep south. He is slowly sinking in quicksand and as he sinks he is remembering his short and brutal life. To find out more you will have to buy the book, but suffice to say it is not something that will put you in a happy, uplifted mood. Keep a dictionary handy too, as Cave's vocabulary is phenomenally expansive.

Cave says of And the Ass.... 'I think the book that inspired that book the most was the Bible, particularly in the rhythms of the language and the way words are used and so on, definitely it was the Bible, which I read a lot... it's a very exciting book for me. I think that particularly the New Testament, and the life of Christ, is an amazing and mysterious story, very beautiful, very seductive.' Although writing is something that Cave is tending to do more of he is not, at present, writing a new novel. 'I want to write another one,' he says, 'I'm just gonna need to find the time to do it really. I would just have to put a stop to all this music stuff for a while, for a considerable amount of time which I don't necessarily think is a bad idea, it's just very difficult to do that at the moment.'

At present, music remains Cave's primary artistic outlet, 'I really enjoy making records,' he enthuses. 'I love writing songs and I enjoy the fact that I'm getting better at it and I can see that it is actually leading somewhere and I don't really want to terminate that until I see where it ends up.'

Cave's pen-ultimate studio album, Henry's Dream was an epic. A collection of short stories set to music, at times haunting and at times savage it was, also arguably his most commercial record to date. Cave, however, was not entirely happy with the way Henry's Dream turned out, 'I just don't like the production on it, that's all. I think the songs are great and the initial concept of the record, if it had of been the way we wanted it to be, it would have been a masterpiece. As it is it's just a good rock record, y'know, and that's not what we wanted it to be. I wanted to make an extremely violent aggressive record basically only using acoustic instruments. A really nasty, brutal record. Unfortunately we got a producer who wasn't really compatible with that train of thought and who, I thought, turned it into a rock record and that was the last thing we wanted to make.'

Hot on the heels of Henry's Dream Cave released Live Seeds, a collection of songs recorded live in Europe and Australia throughout 1993. Live Seeds features many of the songs from Henry's Dream and was, perhaps, an attempt by Cave to make available recordings of the songs on Henry's Dream without the 'rock' production. Live Seeds is an excellent live album and includes the best version of The Mercy Seat in my opinion, which Cave has yet released.

Nick Cave's latest album Let Love In, is somewhat of a return to his earlier style, 'production wise Let Love In is great,' says Cave, 'It's not the record we wanted to make with Henry's Dream, we didn't try to make that record again, it's a completely different sort of record, it's very good. It's got a very full production on it, but I'm just keeping the ideas I had for Henry's Dream in the back of my head, and I'll make that record one day properly.'

'I'm quite happy with my life at the moment,' Cave tells me and this is reflected in Let Love In, which is thematically, one of the most positive records he has released. Part of the reason is his marriage, which he gushingly describes as 'good,' and his young son, for whom he wrote the song Papa Won't Leave You, Henry on Henry's Dream. He also recently overcame an eight year addiction to heroin, I asked him if 'cleaning up' had affected his creative processes.

'Well, I don't know,' he replies, 'I can't really tell, when I was taking a lot of drugs I didn't look back at what I did, I just pressed on and took drugs and wrote,' he pauses, 'I don't know, I can't remember!' Well, drugs will do that to you, so remember kids - just say no! [Yes, he really wrote that in the article :-) EW]

The Lollapalooza tour embarks this month and will be at the Shoreline Amphitheater [Mountain View, CA- EW] on the 27th and 28th of August. [Nick played a show at the Warfield, SF on 26 August- EW] Whether this will afford Cave with the recognition he desires and deserves remains to be seen. It seems that in this topsy-turvy world of rock and roll intelligence and originality are generally usurped by a pretty face and a catchy three chord tune. Cave will be backed by his band, the Bad Seeds, on the tour although his longtime guitarist (and the leading force behind German noise merchants Einstuerzenden Neubauten) Blixa Bargeld will be unavailable for some concerts (possibly due to his long running problem with ingrowing cheeks) and will be replaced by Gallon Drunk's James Johnson. If you can't make it to Lollapalooza but want to get a feel for life on the road with Nick Cave, you can always rent a copy of Uli M. Schuppel's film The Road to God Knows Where, which documents Cave's 1990 tour of America. The film is shot in B & W and shows the harsh reality of life on the road, with no attempt to add glitz and glamour, 'I thought it was good, it was a really funny film you know,' Cave says, 'I thought it was a pretty accurate account of what life on the road on that tour was like, I mean, all [of our] tours aren't like that. I'd just come out of clinic for a start when I did that tour, so I was just sitting there terrified by everything, basically and everyone else was on their best behavior, y'know, but at the same time it was kind of interesting,' he goes on to say, 'It's a boring film, I like the idea that the audience who watches that has to sit through a couple of hours of what it's like for us.'

He isn't kidding when he says it is boring, direction is very minimal, in fact, most of the time one gets the impression that somebody left a camera running accidentally in the corner of a room, so I would only recommend it to very devoted fans, though some marketing genius did splice 5 full color videos at the end of the movie so it's worth renting just for that reason, for a straight live performance Live at the Paradiso, filmed in Australia and Europe on his 1991 tour, is a better bet.

After the Lollapalooza tour Cave is planning to do the soundtrack for a film called Jungle of Love, which he describes as 'a sort of violent melodrama set in Papua New Guinea.' [This was later titled 'To Have and To Hold'] He is also hoping to get more acting parts, 'I would really like to do more of that [acting]' he say, 'I get a lot of scripts but I haven't found anything that I am prepared to be involved in... I'm not in a situation where I have to grasp at roles, if something I like comes along I'll do it, but until then I'd just as soon wait.'

Whichever avenue Cave eventually decides to pursue, whether it be music, films or writing it is certain that he will inject his own humorously twisted style and brutal intelligence into that field. His ability to traverse many artistic genres and his unwillingness to compromise has kept him on the cutting edge in everything that he attempts and has afforded him with a longevity seldom seen in 'indie' music circles. Hopefully playing the Lollapalooza festival will increase his popularity in the U.S. enough to encourage him to tour here again, if not it will be our loss as he is one of the most vital and important entertainers currently performing.

[triplethreat-triplea]

I have thoughts and ideas for fics that I will never write so I'm putting them out into the world for The People to take inspiration from!

Detective Conan/Magic Kaito:

1. Shameless - Both Kuroba and Kudo have absolutely zero (0) shame. Kuroba is Kuroba and Kudo had to pretend to be a 7 year old. He absolutely weaponized that despite his initial shame, and got over it because of the strategic advantage.

2. Change is Hard - Kudo, as a teenager again after the APTX cure, has a hard time breaking childlike habits he formed as Edogawa Conan. (Inspo for this here on Tumblr). I know there are already fics like this (one is linked under the post attached) but I need more.

3. Who, or What, is this Child??? - POV outsider. The police think that Conan is a child agent or something. Maybe they think he's cursed, or a shinigami. Just debating, sharing ideas of what is up with Conan.

“Is he even human?”

He's very unethical, someone overhearing him explaining things would be concerned.

He says stuff that he should not know and then just does not explain, a very fun habit to have to deal with.

He just has so much audacity for a small child.

Many of the police just accept that he knows everything but when they go to him to confirm anything he just pulls out the “i'm just a kid, how would I know” like the little shit he is.

His kicks too, what do they make of that? Is he just super strong (a point to the non-human argument)? or do they just not question why he has shoes that enhance his kick strength?

He knows absolutely too much about everything/anything and uses TV or Hawaii as an excuse.

4. Let the Maze of my Design Carry you on - Someone realizing how Conan is the one behind stopping/solving so many things. POV outsider. (Title from this song).

5. Wounded - Outsider POV, literally anyone notices the injuries Conan gets doing crazy shit. But they don't know he does crazy shit, so they jump to conclusions.

6. Cafe Gossip - Amuro’s coworker/usual patrons notice that he hates this one guy that comes in sometimes and that Amuro is basically a father to this kid that comes in sometimes. POV outsider. 2+2+1: 2 times Amuro was familiar with a kid, 2 times Amuro was familiar with a guy, and 1 time the kid and guy came in together (and were a family with Amuro).

7. Going on After Completing Your Life Goal - Kaitou KID finds the Pandora gem and destroys it in front of the organization that wanted it for immortality. Now that he has completed his mission he has to find out how to go on with his life without a looming threat or an ultimate goal. He continues his shenanigans at school but now it lacks a bit of heart. After the initial rush of destroying the gem he feels that his life is a bit lacking and without direction. He eventually learns to live life in the present with his friends and to give his life a bit of meaning with human connections that he neglected a bit when he was KID.

8. The Price of Opening Pandora's Box - Do whatever with this title as a prompt for Magic Kaito.

9. Who You Gonna Call? Ghostbusters! - Kudo's friends think he is a ghost due to the fact that he just vanishes sometimes. We, the audience know that's because the APTX cure ran out, but he seemingly vanished while in the backseat of a car that was driving on the highway. Or from a dark hallway with only a fleeting touch. Add on the rumors of his death after he went missing, and boom! Ghost Kudo.

(I also like any POV outsider fics, there aren't nearly enough in any fandom. Nor time travel/time loop fics in non time related media.)

(Different fandoms are in different posts so take a gander at my blog for ideas if you like: Debut or Die, Omniscient Readers Viewpoint, or BBC Merlin!

[veryfancydoilies]

hello there 🎅🏼 here!

i do apologise for my untimely responses, i will try to respond quicker from here on out. based on your response to my last ask, we seem to have the same interests. how lovely. i think classic rock music was my introduction to all things vintage. i have been a classic rock fan for a while now and i don’t think that will change anytime soon. besides music, i do enjoy watching a lot of older films, especially ones from the 40s-50s. i always think there’s something special about them.

i do enjoy listening to many of the bands you mentioned. i don’t recall whether i mentioned this in my last ask but i am a huge fan of the beatles and kinks! you mentioned you like the beatles, what’s your favourite song by them? favourite album? mine faves always change so it’s always difficult for me to pick a favourite haha.

antiques! oh finally someone who is a fan of antique things. not too many of us now, is there? do you collect? i am an antique collector, though lately i’ve been slacking in that department since moving to a new place. i do want to try and pick it back up soon. just need to find some good antique places in my area.

well it was great hearing from you again. also, i took a gander at your pinned post and i wanted ask you questions 13, 15 & 18 :)

Hello there! It’s alright, I totally get how difficult it can be. I’ve been busy myself. I’m a full-time student and finals are coming up. I still have a lot of studying to do. I told my Secret Santa…partner (What do we call the other person messaging with the Secret Santa??) that I may take me some time to respond.

So classic rock was what got you interested in vintage things. How interesting. For me it was classic films definitely. I think I got into much older films after one of my teachers in I think elementary school mentioned the actress Elizabeth Taylor in class. I got curious and looked her up on the Internet. Soon after that, I got interested in other old Hollywood actresses and then eventually started watching the films. Do you have any favorite actresses from the 40s and 50s? I really like Bette Davis, Vivien Leigh, Barbara Stanwyck, and Joan Fontaine. Before that I would watch a lot of movies with my dad. Not really old films but ones I would say are like 80s and 90s nostalgia so Jurassic Park, The Goonies, the Indiana Jones movies, and Who Framed Roger Rabbit. That’s what made me love films. In fact, I used to be a film major! I would listen to the oldies with my dad too but I only became a more serious fan fairly recently. I listened to some 60s music on Spotify one day and I was soon obsessed with that era. Classic Rick was my top genre on Spotify.

Oh lovely, another Kinks fan! Isn’t Ray Davies a songwriting genius? The lyrics in their songs are so wonderful and inventive. This may be controversial but I like their music better than the Beatles. It’s a shame their fame didn’t really reach the same heights as The Beatles. I think them being banned in America may have contributed, unfortunately. I’ve been hearing talk about them releasing a new album or something like that? Anyways, love them alot. My all-time favorite Kinks song is Sunny Afternoon ☀️.

Yes, I love the Beatles too. Oh yeah I get it. It’s hard for me to pick favorites too. By the way, what did you think of Now and Then? I thought it sounded a little off but otherwise good. My favorite Beatles songs And I Love Her (sooooo pretty and romantic. This song is one of their crowning achievements if you ask me), Eleanor Rigby (sad song about loneliness), Dear Prudence, Girl, and She’s Leaving Home (love the violin and story in the lyrics). As for favorite album, I don’t really have one but I do like Rubber Soul and its sort of fall aesthetic. What about you? What are your favorite Kinks and Beatles songs? You can say multiple if it’s too hard! Also, do you have a favorite Beatle? Mine is George but also like John and Ringo?

I try to collect antiques here and there but it’s not really a serious hobby. I love going to antique stores and thrift stores and just browsing. The one item I do remember getting from a antique book was an old book about Joan Crawford films. It has pictures from her films and the reviews from the time they were released. Really the only antiques I “collect” are the ones I see on Tumblr. Those shoes from the 1940s I reblogged? So pretty, right? Is there a specific type of antique you like the most like clothing, art, books?

Thank you asking those questions from the ask game! I rarely get the chance to play them. I hardly ever get asks. So…

13. Song with the most peculiar sound

It sounds spooky in the beginning, doesn’t it? Like what you’d hear in a haunted house. I think it does well to convey the madness and terror of war.

15. Most danceable track

If there was a song that made me want to get up and dance, it’s this one and I’m not a dancing person at all! Whenever I hear it, I have the urge to move around a little quicker.

18. Song that describes my year

My year has really not been much different from the one that came before. I rarely do anything different so I get bored of it just like the singer. I don’t literally want to run away. I love my family and home. I like going to school and learning. I want to “run away” figuratively. Have some adventure and take risks, you know? I go to school but I want do so much more. I’d love to travel to other countries.

PLEASE ask me more from the ask game. This was fun and I’d love to answer more. Anyways, talk to you another time. Bye and Happy Holidays!

[shiranai-san]

So I have begun reading the infamous 2010s webcomic Homestuck.

A memo (ugh, word ruined) of me, and vocalizing my thoughts, at what, around page 2680 or something currently 4122. Published for venting my own insanity for the greater un-good.

KEY NOTES

PSS: Past Shiranai San

CSS: Current Shiranai San

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CSS: And this isn't even ironic, I just lost my mind one night and wrote half this draft and then proceeded to read 2000 more pages like 2 weeks later and I cannot let PSS's thoughts die for the sake of making a cohesive post. If you don't want to read, TLDR; Shit is WACK. I'm loving it, all is well. If you do, take a gander at the read more section. Also, obviously, spoilers.

PSS: I sit here on the edge of finishing the second act of the fifth act of Homestuck.

Approximately a fourth of the way done and questioning myself what madness I have found myself swept away in.

Floating at the top of a mammoth-ian wave. Not my first, when reading. As I have been washed onto many waves. Floating in a vast sea, as one act brings me down one wave and onto another. Like I'm riding an aquatic rollercoaster.

As quoted from Kanye West's song Dark Fantasy, can we get much higher?

PSS: In every piece of media, there is a suspension of disbelief that comes when partaking in media. For the past month I have hung my disbelief on my wall next to my 2016 Artistic Cat Calendar.

How higher can we go though? I mean truly? Perhaps it is my own hubris that I cannot visualize the true complexities that come from Green Sun-Paradox Clone-Troll Romance-Multiple Timeline deli levels of baloney.

And I can't even be mad as I slip into this whirlpool of time paradoxes and too much Charles Dutton.

Because I love it!

PSS: I'm enthralled in the ever looping structure of the story. Where, every moment in every character's life exists to perpetuate SBURB/SGRUB. Including their own existence-

CSS: Current Shiranai here, taking over the post. While my past self has made a compelling argument. She did however forget the ever important fact that the most extreme macaroni will happen in any Alpha timeline. Rookie mistake, but it's not something I'd expect from someone with only ~2000 pages under their belt. Her trespasses will be ignored.

In any case, yes, it has been a long ride, similarly to Ernest Hemingway's The Old Man and The Sea. With this post being the marlin I have strung to my boat.

My belief as to why I have been so captivated to Homestuck so far is because it truly is a coming of age story which deals with themes (so far, because I haven't finished it yet) of loss, crossing cultural boundaries, friendship, love, hatred, and questioning the aspect of your self will vs what was always fated to happen. Also a lot of war and genocide.

...A lot.

CSS: But instead of taking in these classical themes as the usual audience, a bunch of plucky tweens and teenagers from the 2010s, I get to experience it in the foresight of a young adult with the consistency of leftover Papier-mâché.

CSS: If I had to generalize my experience so far. Reading Homestuck has been a lot like watching a group of middle-schoolers take place in the world's worst emotional hacky-sack game. Where every kick, one middle schooler flies a felt ball into emotional heights. Only for it to face plant into the ground of heartbreak. As half break down into tears and the other half memes about 90s sitcoms. Until one of them gets so fed up with the game that he saws the floor and 2/3s of the game's population in two with a chainsaw.

Which then accelerates to dealing with matters-beyond-human-comprehension, as well as ascension to god-hood as a way of fighting off an omnipresent being. Until the fourth wall literally supernovas into the main plot through banner art as I sit in History 101 with Professor Scratch.

CSS: It's just a lot and I've been having a lot of fun with it.

[vickiabelson]

Live with The Cowsill on Game Changers With Vicki Abelson

There’s so much wonderfulness and fun packed into this 1:15 Live, I’m woe to break it down and give any spoilers. Suffice it to say we talked about their avid, loyal fans, me being one, since kneesocks, their group dynamic, how the 7 came and went, family auditions, oh yes they did, how the harmonies stack, how the songs on their new album, Rhythm of the World, got written, recorded, and out there in spite of the pandemic and a stroke of someone’s bad business, the hero who saved the day, meet & greets, how they genuinely love their fans and invite all to join them, even when they’re eating, their podcast, Peter Noone for one, The Flower Power Cruise this March, another Happy Together Tour this summer, and always, Bob, Susan, and Paul, loving being together, whether taking a “snow day,” continuing to thrill their fans and make musical magic, or just chatting it up with the likes of me. 

I’ve been blessed to present Bob a few times over the last decade, and stay close sending him the constant onslaught of comments that still post almost daily from his visit to my living room for Women Who Write years ago. I’ve met Susan a few times and attempted more than once to wrangle her here, Paul I’ve only gandered onstage till today, yet they all felt like family almost instantly. It’s who they are, what they do. I adore these three, all The Cowsills family, and have put in my request to be adopted. 

Rhythm of the World

TheCowsills Live on Game Changers With Vicki Abelson

Wednesday, 1/11/23, 5 pm PT, 8 pm ET

Streamed Live on my Facebook

Replay here:

[rayslittlekitten]

Mommy and Daddy Time

“Dad Will” Masterlist

A/N: It's been a hot minute since I've posted a fic. Sorry, I've been writing here and there, working on different WIP. My inspiration and creative juices haven't really been flowing much lately. Also, some life stuff going on which is why I've pulled back a bit, but I promise i am still writing. Just at a snail's pace. Thanks @lovebarefootblonde for taking a gander at this for me.

Word Count: 877

Pairing: Dad!Will "Ironhead" Miller x Wife F!Reader

Plot: Your alone time gets interrupted by your husband.

Contains: banter, fluff, some sexiness before it gets too spicy

The house is quiet, save for the music you’re blasting while you’re soaking in the jacuzzi tub. It’s Friday night and Lucy is out with her friends while Will is linking up with Pope who's back in town for a few days. They rounded up whoever could meet up at such a short notice. It has been a long while so you left the boys to do their own thing. You, on the other hand, stayed home because honestly, it's rare you get the house to yourself. You had ordered takeout and made ooey gooey brownies to indulge in later with some ice cream after your relaxing bath. Will and Lucy had bought you some bath bombs for Mother's Day earlier in the year and you haven't had a chance to use them.

Your eyes are closed and your head is leaning back, resting on a towel as you belt out along with the soft R&B song playing, doing a terrible job when trying to hit the high notes. You're very well aware that you cannot sing to save your life. It's been compared to nails on a chalkboard, but you still very much enjoy doing it anyways, really feeling the song. After your concert for one, you open your eyes to reach for the cup of wine you've been sipping on to clear your throat, getting ready for the next song but you get startled, spilling some wine into the tub when you see your husband leaning on the bathroom door frame with his arms crossed, staring at you with the goofiest grin on his face.

"Jesus Christ, Will!" you yelp with a hand over your chest.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you," he finally says, chuckling.

"How long have you been standing there for?" you ask, putting your glass of wine back down where you’ve been keeping it.

"Long enough."

"Most people would announce themselves, you creep," you chuckle as you lower your music.

"I tried when I got home and all I heard was music blasting so I followed it. Then I saw you singing your heart out so I let you finish." He pushes himself off the doorframe and starts walking over to you. “You were really in the zone.”

"You mean screeching like a hyena?" you laugh.

"Whatever you wanna call it, you were enjoying yourself so I didn't want to ruin the moment. You're just so darn adorable and sexy when you're in your happy place," he adds.

"How much have you had to drink tonight?" You eye him suspiciously.

"Not much," he scrunches his nose. "A few whiskeys maybe. But I come home to freshly baked brownies waiting for me in the kitchen and then my wife naked and wet, listening to baby making music? It's like you purposely planned this whole thing out for me to find," Will says while toeing his sneakers off. 

"Hope I wasn't interrupting anything." He puts his hands up in defense.

"You did not eat the brownies before me!" you gasp, sitting up straight. Although, you're not surprised. Your husband can't resist anything with chocolate in it. It's one of his guilty pleasures.

"I only had a tiny piece." Will pinches his thumb and forefinger together, squinting an eye, before pulling his polo shirt over his head.

"Left just enough for you," he winks.

"Babe, what are you doing?" you laugh as you watch him undress.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" Will asks as he's unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans, then pushing his bottoms down until he’s wearing nothing but a smile.

"What happened? Did you guys get into another contest on who can pick someone up? Did a pretty girl get you all riled up?" you joke.

"Nah uh," Will says, shaking his head as he climbs into the tub, making the water slosh around and overflow when he sinks in. 

"This… “

You feel him grabbing your hand underneath the water and then guiding it to his erection. Your jaw drops and you giggle.

“…is all you."

"William! What if Lucy comes home and catches us?"

"We'll just tell her we're having mommy and daddy time," Will replies as he starts on your neck.

"Let's not traumatize our daughter," you laugh but a moan slips out when you feel his soft tongue caressing a sensitive spot.

"How are the guys doing by the way?" you ask as his mouth continues its assault on you.

"Can we not talk about the guys while I'm trying to make love to you?" he responds as he settles his body in between your legs.

"Is that what you're calling you sucking on my neck? Making love to me?" you giggle. "Also, we are not having sex in here. The water is gross. I've been soaking for the last thirty minutes in this sparkly shit."

"Yeah, it's actually pretty slippery in here," Will agrees. "Let's take this into the bedroom before we prune up."

He lays a deep passionate kiss on you. You smirk when you taste a bit of whiskey and chocolate on his lip. When he finally pulls back, he gets out of the tub to help dry both of you and takes your hand to lead you into the bedroom.