#this is the best saga i’ve ever seen

[reijndeers]

got the sequel

pardon???

[talltarakona]

The Weight of The Banner

Recently played through the whole Banner Saga trilogy with a good buddy who’d never tried the games before. He fell so in love with it I had to make him a piece based around the choices he made. (Also @ all my pathologic followers, if you like games about slow walking and starving to death with good character writing, try the banner saga series PLEASE)

[jo4uke-higashikata]

Hellooooo~

I have been gone for the longest time, just for the simple fact that life caught up with me and I honestly lost interest. But, now I feel like I’ll be on here a bit more often! As you can see with my just complete obsession with Vinland Saga 😅 This series shot up into my top 5 anime of all time! I implore you to watch this series; it’s so so soooo good!!

That’s about it! Glad to be back 😊

[foldingfittedsheets]

I’d like to entertain and enliven you now with the saga of my Slut Era.

I’ve always been a serial monogamist and my shortest long term relationships clocked in at three years. So perhaps that’s why when I finally broke it off with my ex I went insane on dating. Part of it was definitely just that between anxiety and loneliness I wanted to fill up my time.

This happened when I was living alone for the first time, no roommates, just me and my little cat Leeloo. I didn’t want to come home to an empty house so instead I set up dates.

Most of these were disastrous. I’m not everyone’s cup of tea and I had a lot more first dates than second because they’d seen enough, including the one where people aggressively complimented me.

But after a few months I had four people I was seeing simultaneously. I was up front with all of them that things were not exclusive, and they all agreed, so no infidelity took place here, just a lot of hijinks.

Here’s who was on the dating roster:

• An apprentice woodworker that we’ll call Jill. I honestly thought at 26 years old that her being 21 wasn’t a problem age gap and I quickly learned that there was a vast gulf of both maturity and life experience between us. Jill described herself as “heteroflexible” and had just dumped her first boyfriend to flirt it up with me.

• A married woman looking for a friends with benefits. We’ll call her Alice. I insisted on meeting her husband first to be sure I wasn’t part of a cheating mess and he gave me his blessing when I stayed over at her house. Years later when he and Alice had divorced I would go on to sell him and his new fiancée an engagement ring and we both realized at the end how we knew each other and it was wildly awkward. Alice was nice, but a hardcore vegan who insisted I brush my teeth if I so much as ate string cheese before I could kiss her. She was also unhappy in her marriage and was feeling out if I’d want to get serious.

• A bartender dubbed Snakebites, so called because of her signature piercings. She cooked me a steak so raw it was still mooing and some of the best asparagus I’d ever had. In our singular sexy encounter she bit my nipple and I never got over it. Really don't bite someone if you don't know their preference and work up in pressure. We weren’t terribly compatible but neither of us were willing to admit it yet. Truthfully I considered still dating her solely because I desperately wanted her bathroom. It had all black tile, black toilet, black sink, a rain shower in the corner and a jacuzzi tub. I may not have loved her but god I loved that bathroom.

And finally,

• My beloved, who I would go on to marry, who was dealing with a lot of personal stuff at the time. Obviously that meant I liked them the best of all the people I was seeing because we were both disasters at the time.

So that’s the cast of this little misadventure. Now, our story begins with Jill.

Jill was someone who heightened my anxiety. Each of the three times she came to my home she brought and left more stuff. A self help book, a ramen kit, the entire Teen Titans collection of DVDs. It was like she was trying to move in. She also liked to deride my taste in things, frequently calling me a pleb when I mentioned a band or show I liked.

She was working on a gorgeous little decorative table in her woodworking program. The main wood for the top had a beautiful dapple of knots like jaguar spots, and when she showed me a picture I exclaimed how pretty it was.

“Do you want it?”

“Oh- I mean it’s lovely, I wouldn’t mind having it, but you should sell it and make some money!”

But she was adamant. She’d give me the little side table. At about this time, Alice was starting to get awfully lovey for a FWB. I knew she wasn’t happy with her husband but I also knew we were not a good fit. Fun fact: Alice and her husband were step siblings with a pretty hefty age gap. They got together when he stumbled upon a kink photo shoot she’d done with vegetables. None of their family was happy about the relationship but they weren’t related by blood so it was fine.

So I was fending off more overt romantic advances from Alice, and feeling increasingly like I needed to break things off with Jill. Snakebites wasn’t ever initiating communication and I decided to pull a lot of plugs at once.

I ghosted Snakebites, told Alice that I thought we should cool it, and in a move worthy of a rom-com I asked my beloved if I could pretend we were exclusive to put off Jill. They agreed and I texted Jill to let her know that I was no longer single.

I was not prepared for Jill’s response. She. Was. Devastated. She flew off the handle. She’d just been waiting for the right time to tell me how she felt about me! How dare I do this to her!

What about the table?!

“You should keep the table, it’s gorgeous, you’ll be able to sell it, but I don’t expect a free table.”

Silence met me after that text. I worried and fretted and eventually headed home.

There on my doorstep. The table.

It was a small little end table, reeking of oil and polish, but very beautiful. I brought it inside. The little drawer didn’t even have a knob or guide rails. But it did have a handwritten bill proclaiming that it was costing me $500.

“I can’t afford a $500 table, Jill!” I texted.

“Well you kept saying how nice it was. I spent a lot of time on it.”

“I’m not saying it’s not worth $500” (it wasn’t, it was a tiny side table made by an apprentice) “but I can’t buy a $500 table.”

“Make me an offer.”

I stared at the little table. I did actually like it, but I worried about the repercussions of entering into this deal. Hesitantly I typed back, “$300.” I didn’t think it was worth that much but I didn’t want to insult her too badly.

This suited her for the night. But the next day she informed me she needed a new bed, and that she’d take her $300 in credit toward a new mattress. I spent the whole next day basically wrangling with her over what she wanted and eventually she spiked back up to demanding $500 for the damn table.

“Let me just give it back,” I begged. It was not the first, second, or even third time I’d asked to return the thing but this time she finally relented and gave me her address. Since she lived with her parents still I’d never been over.

I called up my beloved and said, “Hey, I need moral support, can you run an errand with me?”

They agreed which is how we loaded up a self help book, a ramen kit, the entire Teen Titans DVD collection, and the table from hell into my little car together. Jill had said to meet her at one o'clock. I intended to drop everything off at noon and be done with this madness.

But while my beloved and I were on the doorstep leaving everything I heard, “Jill? You’re home early,” through the door. Her mom opened it to peer at us in confusion.

“I was just bringing Jill’s stuff back!” I chirped in alarm.

With little tact and a lot of speed we left her with Jill’s collection of things and then I sped out of there like my tail was on fire. I handed my phone to my beloved as I zoomed away instructing them to block Jill’s number. I was free. The tabletross around my neck had been returned.

It was about a month after that when my beloved and I officially began dating exclusively. I had wrapped up all my messy dating threads and it was a relief to be in a relationship again. They went on a trip to Mexico shortly after we made it official.

So I knew they were out of town. But next morning I walked out to my car and beheld a lipstick kiss pressed to the drivers side window.

I was petrified. I had just dumped three girls at once and had an extremely messy back and forth with one of them. Did I have a stalker?!

Of the girls, Alice seemed like likeliest candidate, being of a stronger lipstick variety girl than Jill or Snakebites. We had ended things a bit stiffly, but still cordial. She just laughed when I asked if she knew anything about it. “Nope,” she said, “but good luck.”

I’d rather have walked over broken glass then text Jill, and I’d firmly ghosted Snakebites so I was scared to reopen communication to ask if she was stalking me. I had to drop it. But it haunted me, that lipstick kiss.

For months I was jumpy, wondering which of my spurned lovers had done it. And why. Was it a threat? A goodbye? I lay awake thinking about it, worrying about how everyone I’d dated knew where I lived, which car was mine.

Finally, nothing else happened and I moved on. The kiss would remain a mystery and I had to be content with that.

It was a year later when I finally started filling my mom in on my dating escapades that I finally got closure. She was hooting and laughing as I went over the table debacle. Then I paused and added, “And then this kiss showed up on my car.”

“Did you like it?”

“What? No! I’m pretty sure one of them was stalking me! Who else would leave a kiss on my car?”

My mom started bellowing with laughter. “I did!” She wheezed.

Apparently. My mother had been driving by my place. And decided that a cute little gesture would be to leave me a kiss. And then decided to never mention it to me even though she’s never done anything like that previously.

“It scared the crap out of me!” I yelled while she collapsed with helpless laughter. “I thought I had a stalker! How could I possibly have known that was you?!”

“How could I have known you’d just broken up with three girls at once?” She wheezed in rejoinder and like. Fair play.

So that’s how my mom convinced me I had a stalker and I got out of buying a $500 table.

[beartitled]

Baldie

✨BROTHER NARRYS✨

(Or Narry Brothers I dunno)

Mentions: @braisedhoney and @beartitled!

Check out their personal posts about them too! ☝️

How it happened!:

(Reference to this post, the origin!)

Ney’s Narry had worse things to tell. One of them included bleach.

Extras!:

I wonder if you guys can tell when my hand started dying… 💀

[nelle-y]

A love story told through voicelines (III)

C/W: slow-burn, Diluc x gn!reader, reader works at the flower shop in Mondstadt, more Wicked and Epic: the musical references, fluff, angst, Crepus mentioned, rumors, no-no word: twat

Note: Pls pretend Donna doesn’t work at the flower shop yet- (here’s part 1 and part 4)

(You) About Diluc: Smiling

He never smiles—I know that for a fact. But when he came to the flower shop today, I swear the corners of his mouth were pointing slightly upward. Hah, I guess you could say the flowers worked! That’s good. Flora took the cost of those flowers out of my paycheck.

(Diluc) About you: Smiling

The way they smiled at me when I came in today… It was different. It wasn’t just a polite smile, but something deeper, something unspoken. I’ve never been good at reading people, but I think… I think they know more than I realize. I just wonder if I’m ready for whatever this is.

(You) About Diluc: Reputation

There are times I feel whispers on the street that have to do with me and Diluc. It’s not like we’ve been particularly discreet in our lunch meetings, so it’s only natural. I just hope nothing bad will happen because of it. No, I’m not so worried it eats me alive—I’m tougher than that, you know! I’m prepared to take what’s thrown at me.

(Diluc) About you: Reputation

When it comes to ‘reputations’, eyes automatically lock on me, being the Master of Dawn Winery, and—to the Knights of Favonius and the Abyss—the Darknight Hero. But I’m already used to dealing with rumors and disapproving gazes—it’s them I’m worried about. Do they feel the pressure of being seen with me? Or do they understand that it’s not just the weight of my family name that comes with me, but all the expectations and rumors, too? I want to protect them from all of it. I don’t want them to feel like they’re being judged for something that has nothing to do with them.

(Kaeya) About Diluc: Recent behavior

Master Diluc. I see him gracing the flower shop more often. Haha, tell me, is he buying blooms for the winery… or for someone special?

(Flora) About you and Diluc

They’ve been getting distracted since Master Diluc started to pass by more; always rushing out the door the moment lunch time comes. Ooh, is something going on between them?

(Fischl) About you and Diluc

Ah, the tale of thy heart entwined with the ever-guarded Crimson Knight of Flames has reached my ears! Truly, a most beguiling confluence of fates!

Oz: Mein Fräulein, it seems that their bond appears to be progressing at a steady pace. Perhaps the Crimson Knight has begun to lower his defenses.

Indeed, Oz! I, Fischl, Prinzessin der Verurteilung, have observed the signs! The subtle glances, the fleeting moments shared between them—these are no mere happenstance. Yet, let it be known, they must tread carefully, for to enter the heart of a man such as he is to walk through a storm. But fear not! For they art no ordinary soul, and the stars favor their cause.

Verily, shouldst they require guidance, I, Fischl, shall lend my wisdom! Together with the ever-watchful Oz, I shall ensure that their journey to the heart of the Crimson Knight is as glorious as it is fateful!

Oz: Or perhaps simply buying him another bouquet might suffice, mein Fräulein.

Hush, Oz! A saga of this magnitude deserves nothing less than grandeur!

(Venti) About you and Diluc

Ah, the stoic knight and his admiring florist—it’s practically begging to be sung, no?

(Amber) About you and Diluc

I’ve been keeping an eye on those two lately, and honestly? I think there’s something special there. I hope it all works out between them.

(Klee) About you and Diluc

That florist is the best! You know… Master Diluc used to be sooo grumpy all the time, that’s why I thought he weird. But now, whenever they’re around, he’s a lot less grumpy, and that’s pretty cool! No one’s ever made him smile before. It’s like they have a superpower… with flowers!

(Lisa) About you and Diluc

So someone has finally brought down his walls, huh? Hm, well done.

(Jean) About you and Diluc

I don’t know all the details, but… whatever bond the two of them share, it seems to have brought him a sense of ease that I haven’t seen in a long time.

(You) About Diluc: Constellations

I found him sitting alone near Windrise one night, looking more tense than ever. Without thinking, I sat next to him in silence, just watching the stars with my head near his shoulder. He didn’t say a word neither, but I felt his eyes on me for a brief moment before returning to the costellations above us. I’m not one for silent moments, but there was something comforting with how quiet it was. Like the night spoke for us. It felt… nice.

(Diluc) About you: Constellations

The quiet of Windrise was unlike anything else. I had hoped for solitude that night, but when they sat beside me, I didn’t feel the need to chase them away. They were calm, simply being there, with their presence more than enough. The stars above seemed so distant, but in that moment, with them there, everything felt strangely within reach. I didn’t have to speak. We just… existed together. It was a feeling I wasn’t used to, yet something about it felt right.

(Adelinde) About Diluc: Recent behavior

I’ve seen Master Diluc return to the manor with a lighter step recently. I dare say, it’s been a while since he seemed this… at ease. Reminds me of when he was still a child; always causing trouble, that one.

(You) About Diluc: Could it be?

It’s hard to put into words, but lately, every time he stops by the flower shop or shares a quiet moment with me, I feel this… pull. Like the world is shifting, and he’s at the center of it.

Could it be some kind of sign? That my life, my world, is all about to change?

But then there’s that doubt—that nagging little voice in the back of my head. Maybe I’m just imagining things. What if I’m wrong about him? About us?

Still… I can’t help but wonder.

(Diluc) About you: Could it be?

I can’t stop thinking about them. Every conversation, every glance—it stays with me long after they’re gone.

But then, one question keeps haunting me: do they feel the same?

I’ve always thought myself strong, unshaken by the opinions or approval of others, yet this… this is different. What if I’ve misread everything? What if the way I look at them, the way my heart quickens when they’re near—it’s all just me?

Was I really seeking something good with them, or was I just seeking attention? Am I holding onto this feeling because I don’t know how to let it go?

(Donna) About “you and Diluc”

Oh, you won’t believe what I’ve heard! You know that florist that’s been hanging around Master Diluc all the time? Yeah, turns out—they have a little arrangement, if you catch my drift. And it’s not just the flowers. Hahaha! Seems like a desperate move, but who knows? Maybe they’ve been waiting for more than a paycheck.

(You) About Diluc: Rumors

I thought it wouldn’t matter to him, you know. He seemed like the type not to care about gossip. Maybe I was wrong there. Archons—maybe I was even wrong about us! I’m so confused… how could he throw our friendship away like it was nothing?! All because of that Donna—psh, who even is Donna?! Who is she to mind Diluc and my’s business? If she has something to say, then come on! I’m all ears! In a moment, I’ll be all fists too. She’s just jealous! Twat.

It’s no use being angry, Diluc’s gone. He’s gone… and I don’t know what I can do to get him back. … I need to see him. No—I don’t care if he doesn’t want to talk! He can’t just throw away what we have! Whatever that is. I’m going to the manor!

(Diluc) About you: Rumors

I heard about it… from one of my staff. Some girl, Donna, spreading terrible lies about them. I had the situation dealt with, of course. …They don’t deserve this—these watchful eyes and loathsome minds that seem to misinterpret every step they take. I thought by letting them go, I would be freeing them from all of this. That was the right thing to do, isn’t it? Protect the people I care about, even if it hurts me? That’s what my father would’ve done.

(Diluc) About Crepus: Protecting loved ones

Truth is… I don’t think I’m anything like him. He would have handled this better. He wouldn’t have been so cowardly—so afraid of ruining something good that he let it slip through his fingers entirely. I wanted to keep them safe, to protect them the way I couldn’t protect him. But instead, I’ve only driven them away.

If my father were here, what would he think of me? Would he see me as strong, or as a coward hiding behind excuses? I don’t know anymore. All I know is that I’ve hurt them… and I can’t stop thinking about how much I’ve failed them. I promised to protect them, but I’ve only hurt them. And now… I don’t know if I’ll ever have the chance to make it right.

—

Note: now how tf do I write part 4-

[marvelmaniac715]

As of precisely 5 seconds ago, I’ve officially finished listening to Epic the Musical, and I wanted to talk about that for a second. For months I’ve refused to shut up about being an ‘OG fan’, because I found Jay Herran’s account before he even released the first saga, but none of that matters now, because the journey that this fandom has been on has been beautiful. Coincidentally, I began studying the Odyssey in my Classics lessons around the time I discovered Epic, so in addition to being an incredible musical, this show has been a comfort and companion throughout my revision, reminding me of key plot points and encouraging me to take a further interest in mythology. I listen to at least one Epic song a day, I truly think that it’s the best musical to ever exist. I was too young to fully appreciate Hamilton when it was released, but Epic is the Hamilton of the 2020s - Jay Herrans is a phenomenal composer and a genuinely wonderful man from what I’ve seen of him on social media. He and the Epic team have achieved ever so much in such a short amount of time - they have a production company, they’ve achieved Billboard success with several chart-topping sagas, Jay and Talya have found love together, and as I type this, they are all in Ithaca together celebrating the release of the final saga of their acclaimed musical. I listened to the final song of the Ithaca saga with tears in my eyes, because the Epic team’s own Odyssey has been awe-inspiring, I’m so proud and amazed of everything that they’ve achieved, and I sincerely hope that Epic is adapted, either to the stage, as a video game, or as an animated film. Epic is too important, too special and sacred, to be forgotten by the world.

[ninadove]

For any fandom(s): 12, 15, 16, 19, 23! 💌

As always, you spoil me! 💌

12. Compliment someone else in your fandom

GOD I HAVE TOO MANY FRIENDS TO COMPLIMENT

@beezonia comes up with the coolest AUs and designs. I’m always blown away by their Pokémon team compositions — they’re spot on to the point I consider it its own form of character analysis!

@purplecatghostposts is the genius who showed up out of the blue and took us all by surprise with their amazing prose. Soap, reminder that the reference to Copycat in consider the spare legally binds you to pay for my therapy.

@trishacollins is single-handedly remediating to the lack of platonic bedsharing between the cousins and I can’t thank her enough! She’s also one of the chillest and most approachable people I know.

@luckychatons is our favourite entrepunpurr and constantly lifts our mood with the cutest, most joy-filled sketches! Patting her OCs on the back because they sure need it.

@graythegreyt is such an awesome artist you’d almost forget they’re also one hell of a poet who wields mythological references like Odysseus wields his bow. Did you know they wrote me a poem inspired by God Games? I think everyone should know they wrote me a poem inspired by God Games.

@hartwign is a talented translator and draws hair like no one else. Seriously. I want to run my hands through the cousins’ hair and nestle in there forever.

@phieillydinyia is the picture of dedication! Can’t recommend Candle In The Wind enough, it’s a roleswap rewrite of the Miraculous movie that includes the songs. How cool is that. Thank you for your regular comments on my fics, they always make my day!

@alexandriaellisart words cannot express how much I love your depiction of Feligami. Your writing has made me tear up so many times! AND YOUR ART LOOKS SO SOFT AND COLOURFUL. What a double threat!

@faiirygrahamdevanily we need more fics about the Sentiplot as a metaphor for othering experiences and you’re doing God’s… I mean, Duusu’s work with yours!

@bbutterflies did you know your piece for Sentitwin Week is the best characterisation I’ve ever seen of Felix? This is what people mean when they say a picture is worth a thousand words. And of course your Adrino is always brilliant!

@bittersweetresilience not only are you an extraordinary writer, but you’re constantly looking for new ways to express your love. Always GIFing and weaving and canonising tags and making AMVs and running zines… I can’t wait to see what you do next!

And there’s so many more people I’m forgetting! To say nothing of my friends outside the Miraculous bubble! People are amazing!!! 💖

15. The character that always makes you smile

At the end of the day, it’s all about Clive. He’s been my muse for nearly 15 years! 💙🕊️

16 was answered here! 💖

19. Your current fandom(s)

Professor Layton, forever and always. I can’t wait to share my Big Bang fic and the amazing art that I was blessed with! 💙💛

RWBY, even if I’m lurking more than participating… I love love love love RWBY, yet it doesn’t strike my creative and analytical chords the way Miraculous does. Sometimes you just need to let yourself be swept into a story, you know? Although, it did teach me a couple of writing tricks I’ve used for other fandoms!

EPIC! Wisdom Saga coming soon! 🩵🦉 It makes my little mythology nerd heart supremely happy. The music is a banger and you can feel the knowledge and passion of all the people involved in this project. Jorge in particular is always so excited to share his progress, engaging with creators, explaining his musical choices in a fun and pedagogical way… And the lyrics! It’s free real estate for a fanfic author looking for inspiration and/or titles!

I’d love to start Monte-Cristoposting like I’ve been Cyranoposting and Draculaposting, but I’m afraid of spoilers so for now I’m just screaming in your DMs. As you know. I’m also slowly getting into Honkai: Star Rail, and I’d like to pick up Pokémon Black and White again because a N character study would look great on my AO3 resume.

And of course, Miraculous! 💚💜❤️ It’s the most creative I’ve been in years and it’s all thanks to these sad beautiful silly genius kids. Heart emoji, peacock emoji, sob emoji, etc.

23 was answered here!

Thanks for the ask! 🖤🪶

[tgmsunmontue]

Saga of Solitude 17/21

Nepo!Baby Bradley and his life at USNA and afterwards. DADT fully in force. IceMav AU. (Begun prior to 'It's not who you know' - the non-angsty version). (Side Hangster, which is ALSO angsty).

PROLOGUE (He remembers)

HANGSTER FIRST MEETING (Lonely Nights - set 2009)

PREVIOUS CHAPTERS

ONE (2000) TWO (2001) THREE (2002) FOUR (2003) FIVE (2004) SIX (2005) SEVEN (2006) EIGHT (2007) NINE (2008) TEN (2009) ELEVEN (2010) TWELVE (2011) THIRTEEN (2012) FOURTEEN (2013) FIFTEEN (2014) SIXTEEN (2015)

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN– 2016 – Jake Seresin Interlude 2

                He works at making himself harder, tries to give himself a hard shiny protective shell that can’t be broken through. He succeeds for the most part, his tongue and words become sharper, weapons he wields with cutting precision. He fosters his reputation as an asshole. Selfish and arrogant. It’s fine, he doesn’t need people to like him. He has his small circle of friends who know him. The real him. It’s an exclusive circle, numbering three whole people. That the circle grows to include Phoenix had been weird at first. Then he’d discovered that they had quite a bit in common, their hard shells worn like armor not even the start, but less than ideal families and Javy’s easy open friendship attracting them like moths to a flame.

                “You ever been in love?” Phoenix asks and Javy is snorting around the mouth of his bottle of beer.

                “Jake’s still in love with the first guy he ever slept with…”

                “Fuck off Javy,” Jake mutters, annoyed, because he’s admitted that in confidence. Isn’t even sure if it’s true. Doesn’t even know if Phoenix knows he’s gay. He’ll have to punch him for that later. There’re different levels of letting people in, and he hadn’t let that one slip yet, had taken every opportunity to flirt with Phoenix and make her believe he’d be down for a friends with benefits situation. Now of course she’s staring at him, one perfectly sculpted brow lifting and Jake just shrugs.

                “Oh. I didn’t realize… And you mean it’s not… you?” Phoenix asks Javy, as she looks at Javy. He’s grinning and shaking his head.

                “Nope. Not me. We’re just friends, only thing we’ve ever been. I’ve never even been curious enough to kiss the fucker…”

                “Your loss,” Jake throws out and Javy laughs, and he can’t help but be amused in response. Phoenix is laughing, and Jake just shakes his head, relaxes at her complete non-reaction. Then again, she’s also best friends with Bradley, so she might know about Bradley…. Maybe. He’s never let anyone know who it is, not even Javy. It’s only ever been between him and Bradley, which he knows is exactly how Bradley wants it. Something secret and hidden. He might not get a dishonorable discharge now, but neither is he out and proud and shouting anything from the rooftops. His family only talk to him if he never brings it up.

                Which is why the whole thing with Bradley is so confusing. He lies in bed and thinks about it some nights. He’s heard the rumors about Maverick Mitchell being Bradley’s… godfather. Maybe father, but he’s going to err towards godfather because from the pictures he’s seen of Maverick Michell he looks nothing like Bradley at all. So if Maverick Mitchell is indeed part of Bradley’s life, then it means Admiral Kazansky is as well. Which means that Bradley grew up seeing this solid loving relationship between two men in active service. Sure they would have had to keep it on the downlow, but it was probably an open secret or something, given how far Admiral Kazansky has moved up the ranks. It makes him admire the man more than he already did, that he’s managed to serve under DADT and still climb the ranks and then get married and be happy. Jake wants all that, suspects he probably needs to be kissing more asses and greasing wheels if he wants to start moving up the career ladder. He’ll worry about that later. If he ever figures out the enigma of Bradley.

                And he should really try and call him something, anything, other than Bradley. Bradshaw and Rooster both work, as does asshole and dick. Not that Bradshaw ever promised him anything. Never whispered sweet nothings. Jake isn’t an idiot, they couldn’t have had anything other than something secretive seven years ago. But he’d sort of hoped, only to have that hope dashed every single time they’ve met since. The fact that all Bradley has to do is smile at him has his resolve and hard shell shattering and crumbling around him breaks him. He’s kept the fucking moustache and wonders if Bradley has done it on purpose, a constant reminder of Jake saying he liked it. And he does still like it which is infuriating. On anyone else he can’t stand them, and the one time he tried to grow one had been a mistake of epic proportions. Bradley however looks effortlessly confident and sexy and Jake hates it.

                Hates him.

                Except he doesn’t, despite how much he wants to some days. He thinks he even loves him and Jake hates himself for loving someone who just… doesn’t care about him. He thinks back to the last time they hooked up, and it had been a complete surprise, neither of them expecting the other to be there. They’d still gotten drawn towards each other like they were trapped in the same whirlpool. Afterwards, not long enough after, because Jake could have stayed there with Bradley pressed against him for hours, breath warm on his skin before he’d pulled away. Jake remembers feeling cold.

                “Fuck. Fuck.”

                “We did that already.”

                The laugh Bradley had let out then had been strangled, bordering on hysterical maybe. Jake bit back the question he wanted to ask, which was whether Bradley was alright. Hard shell. He had to be better at not letting it crack.

                “I was trying to fucking apologize.”

                “Weird way to go about it,” Jake had replied, and he’d started moving then, pulling clothes back into place.

                “Jesus Jake… I don’t… Fuck. I really didn’t mean to let this happen. Again.”

                A little part of him thrills at the memory, that he’s apparently as irresistible to Bradley as he is to him. It doesn’t mean that they’re good for each other though. He knows Bradley can be sweet. Has memories of their first time together, that entire weekend, which had felt… well. He doesn’t want to use the word magical, because that’s horse shit. However it had given him hope.

                “It’s all good Bradshaw. Not like it was a hardship. Guess it’s back to pretending we can barely be civil with each other though…” Jake had said, and he hadn’t meant for bitterness to creep through, but the look on Bradley’s face had told him that he’d failed horribly.

                “I… I’m sorry if I gave you the impression that I was, uh, looking for something more. I’m not. Not at the moment.”

                “No. I didn’t think you were.”

                “Shit. Jake. I’m sorry. You don’t have to go. I'll go.”

                “Uh, I kind of think I do. I’m… I am looking for something more so I think I better not waste any more of my time here if it’s not on the cards.”

                Saying the words had felt right at the time, but he still feels like he’s broken his own heart.

                Still.

                He has hope for one-day.

                Doubts very much it’ll ever be Bradley Bradshaw, however much he might want it to be, no matter how ill-advised that is.

[geodetojoy]

Collection of wisdom saga thoughts:

(None of these are in chronological order it’s just whatever pops in my head :P)

- Athena calling ody her friend in we’ll be fine vs ody calling Athena his mentor in monster????? That compared to my goodbye???? Fucking brutal. They’ve both changed so much after losing each other bro. OW

- LOVE that in little wolf the suitors are always using the chorus as like a taunt, bit it never fits into their dialogue it just kinda interrupts it but then Athena comes along and the chorus ties directly into what she’s saying, like “don’t go down without a- fight little wolf fight!” It’s really cool how it shows his opposition vs his allies I love it

- also just. so many shrimp emotions brought out during legendary and we’ll be fine. guh

- the video game aspects were so cool!!!!!! Love the one on one with Telemachus and antinous with the mortal combat-esk animation that went along with it!! And in god games how every time Athena convinced a god it played like a level up sound effect!!! Suuuper interesting :D

-CALYPSO!!!!! HER!!!! The first time ody has faced an enemy that doesn’t mean him any harm (harm as in like. trying to kill him, obvi she still did some fucked up shit to him) but might actually be the worst one out of all of them because he just misses his wife so damn badly. Don’t even get me STARTED on the fuckin “ody” and “open arms” shit bro that HURT

- Did I mention I love Telemachus? I love Telemachus. He’s so ambitious and so so kind and has such a good heart I adore himmmmmm <3 Despite never really being able to meet his dad aside from as an infant, he looks up to him so much and respects him and wants to be like him, and I’m sure that’s all Penelope’s doing <333 the wife and husband ever, actually. they invented heterosexuality and true love

-GOD GAMES!!!!!!! While I’ve seen plenty of understandable criticisms, like it being too short or fast-paced, I think jay did the absolutely best he possibly could with it!! It’s so fun and gives us such a good glimpse into the thoughts and priorities of all of the gods and ATHENA!!! WHAT A QUEEN!!! UNMASKED WITTY AND QUEEN OF THE BEST STRATEGIES WE’VE SEEN FRRRRR!!! Also I’m fuckin obsessed with ares’s voice it sounds so coollllll AND ZEUS’S GROWL BROOOO it’s so impressive I wish I could do that. I’m also gonna have the way they say Aphrodite and hera in my head forever I owe them my life

- I know jay talked about it in a short, but I actually really enjoyed the differing perspective!!! Don’t get me wrong I miss my boy ody and I’d love to know more details about his situation but I’m so incredibly happy we got an Athena pov I have so much more appreciation for her she might be my favorite character now

- I’ll never get over all of the unique character motifs and just how unique they sound. Like how Circe and calypso sound so similar yet so incredibly different, just like their stories!!! Jay you legend

Ok that’s all for now back to listening on repeat

[epic-kotlc-crossover]

Just A Man

This is the second chapter of our EPIC KotLC crossover. Fitz is Odysseus in this story. (BTW, when I say "second chapter" that means second chapter from the saga, not in total. When we move on to the Cyclops saga, it won't be numbers 6, 7, 8, etc, it'll be starting from one again. If that makes sense.)

Tags: @justalunaticfangirl @myfairkatiecat @bookwormgirl123 @thesfromhms @ham-cheese-toastie

As Fitz gazed into the young infant’s eyes, he was hit with a wave of sorrow. It’s been years since I’ve seen my wife and daughter. How will I get home? Will this war ever end?

It will if you kill this child. A cold female voice rang through his head and he rubbed his temples. Athena was still in his head and had been for the whole war. He was honestly getting fed up with her. 

Shush, he told the voice.

The infant, who he knew was called Astyanax, let out a cry. “Close your eyes,” Fitz said helplessly. The wind from the clifftop was fierce, and he was struggling to stay standing. To know that he was about to… 

It’s for the best, Fitz, Athena chimed unhelpfully.

He’s as old as my daughter was when I left for war. Will this keep me up at night? Every man I’ve killed, all this pain? Fitz thought as his eyes flashed from Astyanax to the tall waves hundreds of feet below them.

You know you would trade anything to see your family again. So do it. Kill him! Athena yelled.

“Please don’t make me do this,” he begged, dropping to his knees. When does a man become a monster?

But he did. Fitz leaned over the edge of the cliff, looking straight ahead toward the rising sun as he opened his arms. Astyanax wailed as he plummeted, and it made Fitz’s stomach churn. 

Forgive me.

I’m just a man.

[marichive]

𝐒𝐍𝐎𝐖 : 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄

Writing / roleplay prompts collected from the POV chapters of Jon Snow in A Storm of Swords , the third book of the ASOIAF saga. Feel free to adjust pronouns / etc. as needed.

tw: dark & mature themes, death, violence, suggestive / sexual content

❝ I am dead to the world. ❞

❝ Might be you fooled the others, but don’t think you’ll be fooling him. ❞

❝ He’ll take one look at you and know you’re false. ❞

❝ In your hearts you all want to fly free. ❞

❝ And when I’m free, will I be free to go? ❞

❝ It’s dangerous being free. ❞

❝ He has a wolfish cast to him, now as I look close. ❞

❝ They don’t care much for that beast of yours. ❞

❝ They’re dogs and he’s a wolf. ❞

❝ They know he’s not their kind. ❞

❝ We’ll make camp here. ❞

❝ We’ll gut him after. ❞

❝ These two are more dangerous by far. ❞

❝ He slew him with his own hand. ❞

❝ Spin yourself around, might be you’d find who you’re looking for. ❞

❝ How . . . how could you know? ❞

❝ That’s a tale for later. ❞

❝ How did you like the song? ❞

❝ What does it matter, for all men must die. ❞

❝ It was his doing more than mine. ❞

❝ He was my enemy, but also my brother, once. ❞

❝ Shall I thank you for killing him? Or curse you? ❞

❝ Thank me for killing your enemy, and curse me for killing your friend. ❞

❝ If you would join us, you’d best know us. ❞

❝ Treat her like you would any queen. ❞

❝ She is carrying my child. ❞

❝ This beauty is her sister. ❞

❝ The man beside her is her latest pet. ❞

❝ I am no man’s pet. ❞

❝ Where did you come from? ❞

❝ Who told you where we were? ❞

❝ Some day try thinking before you speak. ❞

❝ That’s why he’s king and I’m not. ❞

❝ I would speak with him alone. ❞

❝ I eat in no hall where I’m not welcome. ❞

❝ Sit if you like. Are you hungry? ❞

❝ I would be pleased to eat. Thank you. ❞

❝ Take care not to play tricks with me. ❞

❝ I promised you a tale before, of how I knew you. ❞

❝ Have you puzzled it out yet? ❞

❝ I knew your face. I’ve seen it before. ❞

❝ That can’t be so. ❞

❝ I wanted to see him with my own eyes. ❞

❝ The Wall can stop an army, but not a man alone. ❞

❝ Freeriders and hedge knights are always attaching themselves to royal processions. ❞

❝ I know every bawdy song that’s ever been made. ❞

❝ I did not steal either of your sisters that I recall. ❞

❝ Once I’d eaten at his board I was protected by guest right. ❞

❝ The laws of hospitality are as old as the First Men, as sacred as a heart tree. ❞

❝ Here you are the guest, and safe from harm at my hands . . . this night, at least. ❞

❝ Is there another reason that brings you to my tent? ❞

❝ Weigh every word before you speak it. ❞

❝ The wildling blood is the blood of the First Men, the same blood that flows in the veins of the Starks. ❞

❝ My lady is blameless. ❞

❝ I have a great fondness for the charms of women. ❞

❝ There are men still wearing black who have had ten times as many women. ❞

❝ It was the greatest treasure she had, and her gift to me. ❞

❝ I left for a place where a kiss was not a crime, and a man could wear any cloak he chose. ❞

❝ There is only one tale that he might believe. ❞

❝ Big enough for you? ❞

❝ Giants have no kings. ❞

❝ What did you say to him? ❞

❝ Was that the Old Tongue? ❞

❝ Now why would you doubt a mighty man like me? ❞

❝ It was winter and I was half a boy, and stupid the way boys are. ❞

❝ How did you come by your other names? ❞

❝ She has a temper on her, that one, but oh, she can be warm too. ❞

❝ In the deep of winter a man needs his warmth. ❞

❝ The more I drank the more I thought about her. ❞

❝ Would that I could find her again. ❞

❝ Why refuse her? She’d hardly give you any fight at all, seems to me. ❞

❝ The girl wants you in her, that’s plain enough to see. ❞

❝ I am a man of the Night’s Watch. ❞

❝ Cold water is better if you’ve got someone to warm you up after. ❞

❝ A little ice won’t kill you. ❞

❝ Do you mislike the girl? ❞

❝ I am still too young to wed. ❞

❝ Wed? Who spoke of wedding? ❞

❝ Must a man wed every girl he beds? ❞

❝ I would not dishonor her. ❞

❝ What dishonor if you lay together? ❞

❝ I might get her with child. ❞

❝ A strong son or a lively laughing girl, where’s the harm in that? ❞

❝ The child would be a bastard. ❞

❝ I will not father a bastard. ❞

❝ I swear, I’ve never touched her. ❞

❝ I will kill him if I must. ❞

❝ We need not slay a thousand, only one. He is all that keeps them together. ❞

❝ Why are you weeping? It was only a song. ❞

❝ You know nothing. ❞

❝ You should never have lied to me. ❞

❝ I am fast losing patience with you. ❞

❝ You’ll find a use for him, or you’re a fool. ❞

❝ I never asked you to lie for me. ❞

❝ Deeds are truer than words. ❞

❝ We look up at the same stars and see such different things. ❞

❝ We have to part. Do you understand? ❞

❝ You cannot come with me. ❞

❝ Two hearts that beat as one. ❞

❝ I have no choice. ❞

❝ If I refuse her, she will know me for a turncloak. ❞

❝ I am playing the part I was told to play. ❞

❝ Isn’t that good? ❞

❝ I had to do it once, to prove I’d abandoned my vows. ❞

❝ I had to make her trust me. ❞

❝ Even my father stumbled once, when he forgot his marriage vows and sired a bastard. ❞

❝ It will never happen again. ❞

❝ If only it were that easy. ❞

❝ If you lie to me, I will have your tongue. ❞

❝ If all of them behaved like him, it would be easier to betray them. ❞

❝ An old woman, am I? ❞

❝ You’re older than me. ❞

❝ I want you to see me. ❞

❝ We shouldn’t ─ ❞

❝ If you want to look you have to show. ❞

❝ I know I want you. ❞

❝ I love the smell of you. ❞

❝ I love your hair. ❞

❝ I love your mouth, and the way you kiss me. I love your smile. ❞

❝ I love your legs, and what’s between them. ❞

❝ If you love me all so much, why are you still dressed? ❞

❝ That thing you did. With your . . . mouth. Is that what lords do to their ladies? ❞

❝ You seemed to like it. ❞

❝ There’s been no one. Only you. ❞

❝ If this is so wrong, why did the gods make it feel so good? ❞

❝ He’s a ruler, not a raider. ❞

❝ No wall can keep you safe. ❞

❝ A wall is only as strong as the men who defend it. ❞

❝ How long can they keep on with that? ❞

❝ Why are you crying? ❞

❝ We could bathe in the hot pools, and love beneath the heart tree while the Old Gods watch over us. ❞

❝ Even the promise of land will not lure men north with a winter coming on. ❞

❝ What’s wrong with flowers? ❞

❝ A man can own a woman or a man can own a knife, but no man can own both. Every little girl learns that from her mother. ❞

❝ He cannot win this war. ❞

❝ They fight with reckless courage, every man out for glory. ❞

❝ When it comes to battle, discipline beats valor every time. ❞

❝ You’re mine. Mine, as I’m yours. ❞

❝ If we die, we die. All men must die, but first, we’ll live. ❞

❝ Is this a trick to get the clothes off me? ❞

❝ Do I need a trick for that, now? ❞

❝ I have never seen a dragon. ❞

❝ The last dragons died a hundred years ago or more. ❞

❝ I will fall into those eyes and drown. ❞

❝ You were wrong to love her. ❞

❝ You were wrong to leave her. ❞

❝ Your leg is drenched in blood. ❞

❝ You’re white as milk, and burning hot besides. I’m taking you to the maester. ❞

❝ You must tell me all you’ve seen and done. ❞

❝ Who was it? Who turned on him? ❞

❝ We should have seen it coming. ❞

❝ He is bringing milk of the poppy. ❞

❝ She’s warm and smart and funny and she can kiss a man or slit his throat. ❞

❝ I broke my vows with her. I never meant to, but . . . ❞

❝ I will not scream. ❞

❝ Be gentle with yourself. ❞

❝ You must give yourself time to heal. ❞

❝ He doesn’t know. ❞

❝ Much and more happened while you were away. ❞

❝ I can fight. ❞

❝ Your leg’s healed, is it? ❞

❝ You’ll find nothing here but death. ❞

❝ Bastards are wanton and treacherous by nature, having been born of lust and deceit. ❞

❝ It does not matter how brave or brilliant a man is if his commands cannot be heard. ❞

❝ What gods do you pray to? ❞

❝ He may be pretty, but he’s quick. ❞

❝ A man is never so vulnerable in battle as when he flees. ❞

❝ The battle’s done. The maester will see to you. ❞

❝ You’re kissed by fire, remember? Lucky. ❞

❝ It will take more than an arrow to kill you. ❞

❝ We’ll get you some milk of the poppy for the pain. ❞

❝ We should have stayed in that cave. ❞

❝ You’re not going to die. You’re not. ❞

❝ There is no place for you here. Go away. ❞

❝ We will fight a battle, and then we’ll rest. Alive or dead, we’ll rest. ❞

❝ I want a fire, a hot meal, a warm bed, and something to make my leg stop hurting. ❞

❝ You. You must lead. ❞

❝ It must be you or no one. ❞

❝ It’s good that he can make a jape of it. Someone has to. ❞

❝ The child must be coming very soon. ❞

❝ I will hear these explanations for myself. ❞

❝ Do you deny that you took her into your bed? ❞

❝ Did you think my skull was stuffed with cabbage? ❞

❝ I don’t know what your skull is stuffed with, My Lord. ❞

❝ I know what it is to be betrayed by men you trusted. ❞

❝ I made a botch of that. ❞

❝ I have decided to give you one last chance to prove you are as loyal as you claim. ❞

❝ The hottest fires burn out the quickest. ❞

❝ The joining works both ways, warg. ❞

❝ Sorcery is a sword without a hilt. There is no safe way to grasp it. ❞

❝ You can kill your enemies, but can you rule your friends? ❞

❝ You knew nothing of this, did you? ❞

❝ You best get back inside the tent. ❞

❝ It’s as they say. This is his true queen. ❞

❝ You are not cold, My Lady? ❞

❝ The lord’s fire lives within me. Feel. ❞

❝ That is how life should feel. Only death is cold. ❞

❝ You are a warg, they say, a skinchanger who walks at night as a wolf. ❞

❝ How much of it is true? ❞

❝ Your father was no friend of mine, but only a fool would doubt his honor or his honesty. ❞

❝ You have his looks. ❞

❝ I know more than you might think. ❞

❝ He trusted too easily, else he would not have died as he did. ❞

❝ She and the babe did not require much capturing. ❞

❝ She wants to bring his son to him. ❞

❝ Why should I do him a kindness? ❞

❝ You are fond of her? ❞

❝ I scarcely know her. ❞

❝ They tell me she is comely. ❞

❝ Beauty can be treacherous. ❞

❝ I was trying to win the throne to save the kingdom, when I should have been trying to save the kingdom to win the throne. ❞

❝ There is where I’ll find the foe that I was born to fight. ❞

❝ His name may not be spoken. ❞

❝ It may be that this is your war as well, if you will give me your help. ❞

❝ I need more than a sword from you. ❞

❝ I need the North. ❞

❝ I loved my brother. ❞

❝ The castle can be rebuilt in time. ❞

❝ It’s not the walls that make a lord, it’s the man. ❞

❝ Your men do not know me, have no reason to love me, yet I will need their strength in the battles yet to come. ❞

❝ A king can remove the taint of bastardy with a stroke. ❞

❝ When the cold winds rise, we shall live or die together. ❞

❝ It is time we made alliance against our common foe. Would you agree? ❞

❝ The surest way to seal a new alliance is with marriage. ❞

❝ This match is necessary, to help assure the loyalty of our new subjects. ❞

❝ Are you refusing me? ❞

❝ This has all come very suddenly. Might I beg you for some time to consider? ❞

❝ I thought I had forgotten that. ❞

❝ Why am I so angry? ❞

❝ I might someday hold a son of my own blood in my arms. ❞

❝ I have always wanted it. ❞

❝ He belongs to the Old Gods, this one. ❞

❝ A warg walks among us, brothers. ❞

❝ This beastling is not fit to live! ❞

❝ You’re all a bunch of mad foods, do you know that? ❞

❝ I think you’re going to need a lot of wine. ❞

[zahri-melitor]

Looking at the current covers on iBooks for the Vorkosigan Saga and I’m howling, because while YES these are probably some of the best covers I’ve seen for the series (and actually reflect the book contents) they suffer from the classic LMB issue that the covers are still TERRIBLE.

Like seriously. A Civil Campaign is never, ever, EVER going to get a good cover, ever, is it?

It’s not only a Butterbug it’s THE SPECIAL VORKOSIGAN BUTTERBUG. Look at the maple leaf.

(It’s hilarious, I adore that it’s ROSES with THAT BUG but also I could never ever hand this to anyone while saying ‘actually this is the best book in the series and the cover contains at least 3 solid injokes in tribute to the fact the book is also just concerted references and payoffs to the past 33 years of events in the series’ with a straight face)

[foldingfittedsheets]

The location of the sex shop I worked was a haven for spiders. We had tall ceilings and skylights and unused storage rooms. It was a spider paradise. We quickly sussed out which coworkers to call on in case of emergency. The Dorito lady was a solid ally for spiders but absolutely petrified of moths.

But there’s actually a hierarchy of fear. Most people don’t realize. The person least afraid is the one forced to deal with the bug in question. If coworker B was scared, but coworker A was petrified, well coworker B was gonna have to screw their courage to the sticking place because by the law of fear they were the most competent person on scene.

Thus enters Rick. Rick first appeared in the back storage room. This room doubled as a second bathroom so we went in on a semi frequent basis. The girl who’d gone in to pee shot out again gibbering with fear about the biggest spider she’d ever seen had just run across her boot.

We sicced Dorito lady on it. She returned, shaking her head. “He was squatting on a power cord where it plugs in. I couldn’t get a clean shot at Rick.”

“Rick?”

She shrugged. “Spiders that big need a name. Seemed like a Rick.”

Rick, freshly named, became a store menace. I’d normally say this was probably a case of multiple spiders being mistaken for one but everyone who encountered him swore up and down there could be no mistake. This spider was massive, fast, and distinct. A gladiator among arachnids.

I never encountered Rick. His exploits grew in the telling but the theme was consistent: no one could kill him. He’d hunker in places that no one could reach and dart away when a strike missed. He also chased off the more faint hearted, charging them in bold dashes. There could be no benign cup transplant to remove Rick from the premise. He was not leaving.

The saga of Rick continued for two months. Not seeing him was almost worse, a fearful wariness when going to the bathroom or stepping into quieter areas. I waited with dread, hoping my eventual run in would have me on shift with Dorito lady to protect me.

It was not to be. There was a girl the same who hated my one moment of singing that was absolute piss-herself scared of spiders. She’d slam straight into a panic attack and couldn’t think or speak. And so it was that one night on shift, I heard her scream.

It was unmistakable. I was in the front window turning off the open sign. Through an obstacle course of mannequins and lingerie I performed an acrobatic sprint out of the window, darting up to find her quivering at the front counter, fully crying. I radiated calm at her and said, “Just point.”

I knew it was Rick. Our destinies were intertwined and we had always been pulled toward the inexorable battle that was drawing nigh.

Her hand raised to point to our sandwich board sign at the front of the store. So Rick had the metaphorical high ground. There was no quick easy strike on the slanted signs surface.

I armed myself and marched into battle, my knuckles white on my chosen weapon. I would do this, because I must. Because there was no one else. And because I wanted to close and go home.

I saw Rick immediately and I honestly don’t think I’ve ever seen a bigger spider since. Outside of a tarantula, he was truly the most massive spider I’ve ever beheld outside a zoo enclosure or terrarium.

We regarded each other. Rick launched off the sign toward me and I stomped my foot reflexively, making him pause in his charge. Then I raised my weapon. Anything else, I believe Rick could have evaded. He’d bested most of the store thus far. But I had chosen chemical warfare.

I doused the shit out of that spider with cleaning spray, stunning him with a barrage of chemicals. While he froze, choking on the unexpected deluge, I dropped a paper towel over him. My foot came down.

I felt his exoskeleton crunch and I can feel it still to this day. The shattering was as of bones and I truly mourned that we had been forced into senseless war. If only he has cleaved tighter to the shadows. If only he’d crawled willing into a cup for relocation. I released a full body shudder of horror, fear, and adrenaline as I stepped back.

I took several quivering breaths. I donned a veneer of calm and tidied the battlefield of it’s corpse then went to reassure my coworker that all was well, while internally I still shook.

You fought well, Rick. I hope you sired many more monstrous children to haunt retail workers in the years to come. Rest in valor, you monster.

[saintmachina]

trying to encourage my budding love of gothic well everything so far i’ve seen a few things like the movie rebecca (1940) and i’ve read the phantom of the opera , carmilla, and frankenstein but i’d like to read and watch more (even music if it’s out there?) and so i am shamelessly asking for any and all recommendations you have classic/modern/romance/horror i’ll take it all (i don’t know if much of it is queer but ill take queer recs as well if they exist)

thank you i’m a big fan of your work

I'll take any opportunity at all to yell about UNDER THE PENDULUM SUN by Jeanette Ng! This is a Capital G gothic with all the twists and trappings that still surprises, delights, and unsettles. The book followers a young Victorian woman on her quest to find her missionary brother, who has disappeared into faeryland for his own shadowy reasons, and about the secrets and the fey queen who torment them both. It runs CIRCLES around any other book that has every tried to do theology and faeries at the same time, and the prose is lovely and the suspense is tight. Crimson Peak enjoyers, this is for you in more ways than one. (I will go ahead and say tw: incest here but it's more complicated than you think and hey, it's a Gothic tragedy, what did you expect?)

Other than that, if you want to watch a TRULY WILD but enjoyable film, try Gothic! It's a 1986 film about Mary Shelley and the gang cooking up stories (and drama, and infidelity, and drug-induced hallucinations, and ghosts) during the infamous year without a summer. Also you must, you MUST watch AMC's Interview With The Vampire television series. It is hands down the best vampire story I've ever seen on screen, pitch-perfect down to the writing, acting, staging, and storytelling devises. That adaptation is thoroughly and unapologetically queer.

You've already read some of the ultimate classics, but have you tried Wuthering Heights? It's a bit of a slow start but UGH, what a family saga, what a moody atmosphere, what a brutally eternal love! It's one of my forever favorites.

Enjoy!

[transformers-mosaic]

Transformers: Multiverse #6 - "Soccer Bot"

Originally posted on November 24th, 2012

Story - Juan Pablo Osorio Art - Ted Simon Colours - Heather Smith Letters, Edits - Franco Villa Chromia redesign - Rigo

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wada sez: This is the final strip to come out of the so-called “Girls’ Night Out” saga, following on from “Just Like In The Movies” and “Rage Against The Machines”. Like those strips, this was definitely intended for The Lost Seasons, but weirdly was never actually included on the deviantART page for that project. As in the cartoon, Chromia is depicted as having a close relationship with her counterpart, Ironhide. The phrase “soccer mom” is a (typically disparaging) term for a certain stereotypical suburban American mother, characterised as always ferrying her kids to and from soccer practise. See below for some shockingly horny character models by Rigo, designed for Chromia by request from Juan Pablo Osorio that she turn into a Pontiac Trans Sport, along with creator bios from the second “Multiversal Meet‘n’Greet”.

Hi, I'm Juan Pablo Osorio, 35 from Valdivia, Chile; I'm a biochemist by profession, but a toys and comics fan at heart. When I finally assumed I wasn't good enough to be a comics artist, I gave writing a try, and the results weren't that bad, so here you have me: writing, editing, managing and doing graphics for the TF: The Lost Seasons project I started. Following my obsession on taking over dead continuities, I'm now working on a DC superheroes fancomic set in the pre-reboot DCU,  DC-NewEarth So, yeah, I now bug superhero artists for help too, not just TF ones!

I'm Ted Simon. I'm 19 years old and currently attending the University of Cincinnati. Though I like doing character art, I hope to study industrial design to get a job with Hasbro at some point..

Hello Bots and Cons. My name is Heather Smith, but all my best friends call me Prime. I admit it was the 2007 movie that reminded me of all that is wonderful about Transformers, but since then I have fallen hard for the comic books, and never looked back. Being part of this fandom has gotten me back into making art, and kickstarted a newfound love of writing. This is the first sequential work I've ever colored. .

Franco has been plaguing the internet for years with his obsession about Simon Furman being the greatest Transformers writer ever, "War Within" being the best Transformers comic ever and so on. An example of this can be seen in page 23 of Seeds Of Deception: Sentinel Prime, in which he rewrote a rewritten character retconning the retcon. But it wasn't enough: he also rewrote the Pretenders: And Gods Will Walk the Earth. He didn't stop at Transformers: Italian comic book Martin Mystére was retconned as well,  see page 1 of "Get a Life!: Enlarged Family Business". Is there a way to put a halt to this madness (short of killing him)?