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Companionship | pt. 5

Dr. Michael “Robby” Robinavitch x f!reader

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Summary: After a brief mention two weeks ago, Michael gives you a gift, making your feelings all the more complicated.

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Note: y’all are so amazing!💜thank you for all the comments, reblogs, likes and follows! I’m so grateful you all are enjoying this as much as I am!! over 300 followers?? That’s crazy, thank you!!

Someone on ao3 said there needed to be more Robby pov and you know what? I agree! I tried my best lol

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: age gap, foul language, feelings angst, slowburn

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Butterflies invaded your stomach at the mere thought of him, the memory of his fingers on you — soft and fleeting. How warm his skin had been against yours, seared into your mind.

This is so stupid.

You thought to call Erin and ask her if this had ever happened to her, but there was a fear in saying anything. In calling attention to your feelings. Aside from the fact that he was not looking for anything, your arrangement was a glaring obvious fact that nothing truly could happen between you. Wouldn’t that break all the boundaries you had set with each other at the start? That was not even getting into your age difference, and the uneven balance it could create. He was so much older, it could never work.

Trying to distract yourself with work and studying and late nights with your friends, you still eagerly accepted any of his calls. He still planned a weekly one, but an unplanned call late at night became more frequent. You enjoyed those late night conversations, they were typically more raw and revealing than when he had time to think about what to say.

He had told you more about the hospital administration hounding him, and the third year resident he had taken under his wing some years past.

Toward the end of the conversation, he had asked to hang out.

“Maybe get take-out again, or something.” He suggested.

You contemplated it. Your laptop was giving you a headache, and you were half-tempted to throw it out a window. A little food and conversation might do wonders to make you feel better.

“I’d still like to try that Thai place.” You told him, playing with the hem of your sweater.

“That can be arranged.”

You laughed, “Tonight?”

“Yeah, meet me there at 7?”

—

Michael really had no excuse for the nerves that flooded his system. They nearly always did in your company, but the calm that would wash over him just a little bit later was bliss. It was nice to have someone to talk to — someone interested in his days without wanting to pry. It was freeing, almost, knowing you would still be there for him the following week even if he revealed his harrowed feelings.

There was a hopeful optimism, too — like it was all good practice for human connection. Yet, the thought of someone else on the other line or the other side of the table, it soured.

He was being stupid. He was being reckless.

The feelings in his chest were just simple, calm familiarity. It could never be anything more.

You were nearly half his age, and the thought of embarrassing himself at believing the feelings could ever be anything more made him tense up. The walls around his heart remained steadfast and strong.

Perhaps the whole arrangement was bleeding into something it shouldn’t be — and he thought to perhaps call the whole thing off.

He thought that, but he was already reaching for the phone to hear your voice.

The Thai place was crowded, but you were able to get a table. You were dressed in business casual, coming from work, and your top did wonders for your eyes. He admired you for a few moments in the lobby while you waited for a table, desperately trying to be subtle about it.

When you sat, you looked over the menu with interest and the quiet that settled over you was warm. Your orders were taken and you smiled, eyes roaming around the new restaurant.

“Have you still been pretty busy?” Michael asked.

“Never too busy for you.” You commented effortlessly with a smirk. “But yeah. Getting down to crunch time. Soon I’ll have to worry about getting my license.”

Your first comment made his heart stutter. I’m too old for this. But he was grinning.

“At least you’ll have school off your plate.” He said.

You gave an agreed nod, “I’m looking forward to that fact, oh my god.”

Michael chuckled.

“How was work yesterday?” You asked, looking genuinely interested.

You were good at that — making him want to open up, but some of his days were just too gruesome to tell you about. Too painful to share. You always had an ear open for him, regardless. Part of his mind whispered you were just doing as their agreement dictated, but he shoved that back down.

“It was…” A thousand words floated through his mind: Bad. Good. Terrible. Short-staffed. He settled on, “...fine.”

It was easy enough to see in your eyes that you did not believe him. Pretty eyes framed with long lashes, flickering from his face to your meal and back again. He hated how it felt not opening up all the way, but he feared he would swallow you whole.

He let out a long sigh through his nose, refusing to look at you. A thought was bubbling in his head, half-tempted to tell you about Adamson, feeling guilty for shutting you out. Not yet, I can’t yet, echoed in his head, memories burning in his mind of Adamson on the ventilator.

“Hey, hey, Mike.” You snapped him out of the images that haunted him, reaching across the table to hold his hand. “You got lost there for a minute…are you okay?”

He cleared his throat and you removed your hand, much to his disappointment. He covered it easily, smiling back at you.

“Well, I’m out with a very beautiful woman, so I’d say I’m okay.”

You stared at him, eyebrows raised, eyes wide, before quickly looking away from him. His heart picked up at your reaction, hope blooming. No—

“That’s—well—uh—thank you.”

He smiled, trying to brush all the thoughts swimming in his head aside. “I got you something.”

You sputtered, “What?”

“I got you a gift. I left it at my apartment, figured we could head back that way after we finished eating.” He explained, thinking of the box sitting on his couch. It had sat like a heavyweight in his living room all week.

“You…got me a gift?” Then, “You really didn’t have to do that, Michael.”

He shrugged sheepishly, “I wanted to.”

“Well, thank you. Really. That…you really didn’t have to.”

Michael tried to read all the emotions flickering across your face—shock, confusion, red eared embarrassment, and finally, gratitude.

He called for the check.

—

Warm feelings were swirling around in your stomach. The cool night air did little for your cheeks, or the heat that had crawled up your neck or wrapped across your chest, holding you tight.

A gift. He got me a gift. A gift. A goddamn gift.

Why the fuck had he gotten you something? A nausea rolled in, feeling like you owed him — even if his only intention had been to be kind. What was it? Did he see something simple, think of you and buy it? Did he go out searching for something to buy?

The possibilities ate away at your insides.

The walk into his apartment building was filled with quiet banter, which helped pull you back out of your head. You registered the look on the woman’s face as she had stepped off the elevator, giving Michael a side-eye, while you both stepped onto it. You swallowed thickly, turning your attention back to the man beside you.

“Maybe they just need a few games to get into the swing of things. I still have hope.” You told him, referencing the game the Penguins had played the day before.

Michael chuckled, “They’re a disappointment, but they’re still my team.”

“Sometimes I feel lucky when I’m too busy to watch them lose.” You laughed, moving beside him when you got to his floor.

You were nervous to be in his apartment again, but a part of you also enjoyed being surrounded by a space that was purely him.

“If it makes you feel any better, it can’t technically be a gift. I didn’t wrap it.” He said, glancing at you.

Your eyes moved around his apartment until they settled on the brown paper bag on his couch. Your heart started racing.

“I’m pretty sure that’s not how it works,” you said with a small chuckle, looking over at him.

He had his hands in his pockets, side stepping to his couch to grab the gift. Seeing the size of it, you began guessing in your head as to what it could have been — a clothing box? Too big to be a book.

“Here you go.” His voice was so soft as he handed it over.

You lowered yourself onto his couch, taking it from him. It was heavy. Not unbearably so, but it had some weight to it. You smiled up at him before putting your hand into the bag, feeling the box inside.

He moved to sit next to you…impossibly close. Close enough to feel his body heat, feel the shadow of his form hovering.

Gut twisting, you pulled out the box, blinking down at what now laid in your lap. HP was written on the cardboard in large black lettering, and your heart completely stopped. The cardboard had been opened so it was easy enough to peek inside, all your thoughts stalling in your head at the sight of it.

An HP ProBook 460 G11.

A goddamn fucking laptop.

“Michael,” your voice squeaked out, heart hammering against your ribcage. “I can’t accept this. This is too much.”

“I know you were saying yours was giving you trouble.” He said, like it explained everything.

You finally removed your eyes from the box to look at him. He had a soft smile on his lips, but it still reached his eyes, crinkled in contentment. His brown eyes held an emotion you did not recognize, but it crept into your chest and curled up.

“I really can’t take this.” You breathed out, quiet since he was so close.

“It’s bad luck to give a gift back.”

“I thought it wasn’t technically a gift.”

He smirked, eyes flickering down to your lips before snapping back up to your eyes. “I want you to have it.”

And that seemed to settle it.

You nodded, swallowing the lump in your throat. “This was really, really nice of you. Thank you so much.”

He rubbed his hands down his legs, letting out a long breath, “Yeah, of course.”

You grabbed his wrist, forcing his attention back to your face. “I mean it, this…this was incredibly thoughtful. Thank you, Michael.”

“You’re welcome.” And there was your name, so pretty on his lips.

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SteveTony Weekly - December 2nd

Hey, y’all! Here’s what I read over the past two weeks. Enjoy and be sure to give your author a comment & kudos! 

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immutable as gravity by Areiton 

There’s something about flying that he can’t explain.

There’s a freedom to it that he’s never felt, anywhere else, doing anything else.

It’s like inventing and the best first kiss of his life, like anything is possible, as he hovers between earth and space, and only the strength of his bird around him.

There’s other things in his life that have been better--but he can count them on one hand and still have fingers leftover.

it might just have been you by Areiton 

"You have the whole world in front of you, Tony," Steve says, slowly. "When you get off this boat, there's nothing to stop you from living the life you want. If that's as a mechanic with a nice Alpha--you can have that. Just because what you grew up with is trash, doesn't mean that all alphas are. You can still have exactly what you want."

Tony laughs, and it feels brittle, sharp, cutting at his throat as it spills between them. "There aren't nice Alphas, Captain. No one is nice enough to walk away from a billion dollar fortune for someone like me."

"I would," Steve says, and it feels like a confession, like something he doesn't mean to share, and all the more precious for it. 

It Takes a Village (or a team of superheroes) by aven_garde

Three months after the Chitauri attack, Tony received a phone call that changed his life. (Or, the one in which a group of remarkable people come together and balance battling villains and raising a child).

Harrowed Beginnings to a Familial Pack by Arminius461

Steve is the sweetest, gentlest alpha in existence, completely in control of his instincts. After a mission goes south, he's suddenly affected by an unknown substance, making his instincts rage. He needs to be with his omega and pup. The only problem is that Tony is out at Peter’s science fair, and Steve and Tony don’t have a pup of their own…

Baby, Just Say Yes by betheflame

In a world where Tony's life looks a lot like Taylor Swift's, Steve realizes there always more to omegas than meets the eye.

a fool for you by earliebirb 

“I keep telling you, you should tell him how you feel.”

“Stop talking nonsense. It’s against protocol,” Steve says, eyes once again staring longingly at Stark, who is listening attentively to whatever Potts is saying.

Bucky rolls his eyes. “As if Stark ever cared about that.”

Just when Bucky thinks that the conversation is dead, just like the million other times Steve has shut Bucky down whenever he attempts to talk some sense into his best friend, Steve says in a quiet voice:

“Besides… they’re engaged.”

rearrange my heart (to fit your smile) by starklystar

"You dare," Howard's chair makes an ugly noise as it scrapes against the stone floors, the chatter of the room shifting into hushed whispers and stolen glances. "I am your father and your King!"

"My King is my husband," Tony tips his chin up, defiant. "And I refuse to hear you suggest that my husband has been anything other than good to me."

Next to him, he feels Steve's shoulders stiffen in surprise.

Howard's fist slams loud on the table. "Your husband does not even love you!"

Tony jerks back, burned. He knows that. Knows that Steve did not marry him for love – does not need any reminder of the cold truth, of what he desperately yearns for and can't even hope to have – but the harshness of Howard's words was scalding, and Tony can't afford for this to go any further.

Humbugs and Heart by MountainRose 

Tony's hurt, and there's only one place Jarvis knows he'll be safe. At least they have met the man, or this would be exceedingly awkward.

(It's not awkward, Steve would never make this awkward.)

For AngeNoir as part of the 2015 Captain America/Iron Man Holiday Exchange. I hope you like it, ;)

There's A History Between Us (and people think it's mine) by IamShadow21

A moment is all it takes to open up the box and confirm his suspicion.

“I think you're right, Cap,” Tony says. “This isn't my area.”

don't dream it's over by robertdowneyjjr

Steve thought they were happy. That their relationship was going strong, and they had forever ahead of them.

But apparently Tony thought otherwise.

There he was, like double cherry pie by Wolfsheart

Five times Tony comes into the bakery to flirt with Steve, and the one time Steve goes to the garage to flirt with Tony.

love can do some damage by parkrstark

Steve knew he was different since he was a little boy growing up with Bucky, and girls didn't make him feel the same way they made Bucky feel. There were only two people who ever knew: Bucky and his ma. And he planned to keep it that way. "They'll throw us in jail. If we're lucky." 

Steve had heard horror stories of castration, life in jail, and even death. 

"They won't throw me in jail for murdering thousands, but they'll throw us in jail for kissing? Seems kinda backwards." Tony leaned in for another kiss, and God did Steve want it. "'Sides. I know the Sheriff. He wouldn't throw us in jail."

Last Stop Before Malibu by justanotherrollingstony (adoctoraday) 

Steve stands under the hot sun, hoping that the next trucker to roll in will bring him enough money to eat tonight, enough to save a little, to get out of this place and go somewhere new.

What he doesn't expect, is to meet a man who changes everything.

When Tony leaves, Steve follows and finds a place in his home, his bed, and maybe, his heart.

Nobody Panic, Everything's Fine by itsallAvengers

Steve doesn't get jealous. He doesn't. Honestly.

It's just...well- Tony's been spending an awful lot of time with a new employee. Who's smarter than him. And funnier. And more interesting and generally a better match for Tony than he ever would be.

But he's not jealous. Honestly.

Drawn to You by jellybeanforest

In a world where what one writes on one’s own skin appears on their soulmate’s body in exactly the same place until it’s washed off or fades, no one has ever responded to Steve’s questions written in pen.

Who are you?

Where are you?

And once, out of sheer desperation: Wer bist du?

He has tried writing up and down both arms then across his stomach in pictograms when he reckons that perhaps his soulmate is a double amputee and illiterate, but nothing. No response. He is uncertain why he is so surprised. Everything else about Steve is broken, so why not his soul?

But when he points the Valkyrie downwards to crash into the deep, knowing he is about to die, he spares a few precious seconds to scribble one last message to his possibly-nonexistent, potentially-blind soulmate.

Twenty-five years later, Tony Stark is born with a single phrase on his left forearm written in messy old-fashioned script. And as he grows up, the words never change:

“I love you”

It is both a blessing and a curse.

Remix of “the words written on our skin” by Cathalinaheart. For the 2020 Cap-IronMan Remix Madness.

Operation Spank Bank by fohatic

Tony really shouldn't be hacking into classified SHIELD files behind Steve's back. Steve is a SHIELD agent, now—as well as Tony's captain—and this sort of thing reflects badly on him. So why is there a locked file titled "Operation Spank Bank" on Tony's private OS? And why hasn't Steve been briefed about any such operation?

The file is password protected, but Steve has an eidetic memory and has seen Tony enter it, before -- it would serve Tony right if Steve were to 'hack the hacker' and learn for himself what "Operation Spank Bank" is all about...

There's an App for That by Annie D (scaramouche) 

Thanks to the modern gig economy, Steve is the successful owner of a break-up service, i.e. people pay him to break up with their partners for them. One day, he gets the first break-up request for Tony Stark.

(what is hate) but jilted love by LemonGrenade

After a messy mission, Tony winds up injured and unfit for duty. To keep the press and anyone else overly interested in the current post-Accords Avengers unaware, Tony elects to hide from the public eye at his cabin in the Canadian wilderness. His plan is simple: lay low and work on his projects until he's recovered enough to make it back.

And then Steve shows up.

with a decent happiness by torigates

Tony Stark is Iron Man. Steve Rogers isn't, and never was Captain America.

Or, the one where everything is the same except Steve is a kindergarten teacher.

Star-joined Lovers by Ellster

Decades apart two boys are born with identical stars on their chests. As they find each other, their marks come into color.

In Our Arms by tinystark616

Having a threesome with Mark 42 was Tony's idea. Of course, he enjoys watching Steve with the suit more than he thought he would.

your heart breaks in my chest by deathsweetqueen

Steve Rogers was never more happy the day that his soulmark came in, but it led to nothing but disappointment and shame when his soulmate ignored everything he scribbled across his arm; as the years went by, the reason became unmistakable: why would his soulmate want a weak, wretched little thing like him?

Tony Stark was born bitter cold, like he was made of hailstone, and when his soulmark carved itself across his pulse point, he realised why; so, what is his life worth, what could it ever be worth, when his soulmate is dead and he would never have been worthy of him had he been alive anyway?

Patriarch by spqr 

Steve ducks into the hall and comes back with a warm, freshly-laundered towel, which feels so good when he wraps it around Tony’s shoulders that he almost lets out a moan. “There we go,” Steve says. “Don’t want you to catch cold.”

“Thanks, daddy,” Tony quips, because he’s an idiot.

Except Steve’s close enough, his hands wrapped around Tony’s biceps through the towel, that Tony can feel his full-body shudder.

[jonfucius]

Great Star Trek Rewatch - Enterprise S3

Originally posted on Twitter 16 September 2019 - 10 January 2020

Enterprise Season 3 is up next in my Great Star Trek Rewatch. As in Seasons 1 and 2, mini-reviews will document my progress.

The Xindi: Good action, a suspenseful mystery. The 5-species Xindi are a great addition to the Trek pantheon. The first neuropressure scene is extremely awkward and objectifying, and I'm taking 2 points for that. Still, a somewhat strong start to Season 3. 8/10

Anomaly: Our heroes are forced to compromise their ethics, as the mysteries of the Delphic Expanse deepen. It’s still jarring to see Archer nearly suffocate a prisoner to get information. Good action at the end. 7/10

Extinction: I didn’t like this one when it was “Identity Crisis” on TNG, so I really don’t like “Extinction”. If I was a first-time viewer who stumbled onto this episode back in 2003, I’d probably never give Trek another chance. Just awful. 1/10

Rajiin: The women of ENT are once again the unfortunate victim of a tone-deaf, misogynistic, exploitative script. Star Trek hasn’t ever handled sexuality with the greatest aplomb, and this episode proves it. 3/10

Impulse: Day of the Dead Vulcans! A shockingly effective teaser and a truly scary coda elevates a basic zombie story. Jolene Blalock gives one of her best T’Pol performances in this episode. The trellium poisoning will have later ramifications. 8/10

Exile: Hoshi and the Beast, and an Archer & Reed subplot. Both plots move the season arc forward, but it’s an otherwise forgettable entry. 5/10

The Shipment: We learn more about the Xindi here, as a crucial piece of the plot is advanced with the titular kemocite shipment. 8/10

Twilight: One of ENT’s finest episodes. A spatial anomaly renders Archer much like Leonard Shelby. A reset button episode, sure, but a sweet and touching episode that evolves Archer and T’Pol’s friendship. 10/10

North Star: I don't care that this is a Space Western, I love this episode. The stakes are relatively low but it's a rollicking ride. It's fun to see our heroes doing exactly what Pike, Kirk, Picard, Sisko, or Janeway would do, but before the Federation exists. 9/10

Similitude: Y’all. One of the all-time great ethical debates Star Trek has ever posed. Another excellent season 3 installment. 10/10

Carpenter Street: An engaging time-travel yarn with some subtle commentary on early 21st century American life. Archer and T’Pol are an underrated pairing. The great Leland Orser is the icing on the cake. 8/10

Chosen Realm: It’s heavy-handed, and D’Jamat is a hateable villain with absolutely no redeeming qualities. I feel no sympathy for these people. I demand justice for the poor unnamed sciences crew person blown out into space by the suicide bomber. 6/10

Proving Ground: The Andorians offer assistance, but it’s just a ruse to get their hands on a WMD that would defeat the Vulcans. Archer’s solution is ingenious. Nice VFX here too. 7/10

Stratagem: The titular stratagem is exceedingly clever. The one that closes out the episode is even better. Degra is a sympathetic villain. 8/10

Harbinger: The plots with the mysterious alien and the MACO-Starfleet tensions are great. Had this ep focused on that, it would’ve been better. What’s not great is the T’Pol-Cole-Tucker Triangle, culminating in the infamous nude scene. It drags the score down by 5 points. 3/10

Doctor’s Orders: I liked this one better when it was “One” on Voyager. 4/10

Hatchery: The reverse-imprinting twist is intriguing, but it also feels very similar to “Extinction” (not a good thing). It’s an utterly forgettable entry. 5/10

Azati Prime: Wow. Tense from the jump, excellent plot advancement, and a truly harrowing, nail-biting conclusion. 10/10

Damage: A quieter "second act" to Azati Prime, Archer has to make some tough calls that are explicitly compared to the marauders from earlier in the season. He also manages to sow some doubt among the Xindi Council. 8/10

The Forgotten: Trip's struggle with writing a condolence letter to a fallen colleague masks his trauma over his sister's death. His scene with T'Pol in the wrecked corridor is incredibly moving, as is his condolence letter. The Degra plot is duly advanced, as well. 10/10

E²: I’ve watched this one four or five times while trying to review it for this rewatch, and it still does nothing for me. DS9’s “Children of Time” has the same basic plot, but is more memorable and poignant. This episode is basically marking time to the final episodes. 4/10

The Council: Pour one out for Degra and Cpl Hawkins. What starts as a slow, methodical dialog-heavy episode goes from 0-60 in the final minutes with the launch of the Xindi weapon and Hoshi’s abduction. 8/10

Countdown: The body count rises: the Xindi-Insectoid Councillor and Maj Hayes (in a tragic subversion of the last-second beam-out trope). The Sphere Builders play their hand as the weapon deploys. Meanwhile, our heroes discover the thermal exhaust port of the spheres. 9/10

Zero Hour: Y’all. ENT’s biggest spectacle to date. The Xindi weapon is destroyed (featuring a stone-cold Archer killing Dolim with a bomb), the Sphere Builders are defeated, and…NAZIS?! This episode ties up ENT’s strongest season to date while keeping us hooked for S4. 10/10

And with that, Season 3 of ENT comes to an end in my Great Star Trek Rewatch. Final score: 7.04/10. Highest score(s): “Twilight,” “Similitude,” “Azati Prime,” “The Forgotten,” “Zero Hour”. Lowest score(s): “Extinction”

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Trial 4.1 ⟨ battle of concepts ⟩ byron < re: everything (???)

Question 1.

Between a person who extends a helping hand without being asked and a person who refuses to help unless explicitly asked, which one is better?

The vast majority would probably say the former — it’s just the way they were taught: you see someone struggling and you help them.

Noblesse oblige. Good samaritanism. The golden rule.

Do unto others as you would have them do to you.

People love to feel like heroes. They’re comfortable when they feel like good people and hate to feel like bad people. When you do someone a favor, you feel good too.

But that doesn’t necessarily mean you’re doing good. It just means you can rest easy at night.

Question 2.

Does love justify selfishness?

Well it’s a nice idea, isn’t it? Recounting the hardships and difficult choices survived and committed in the name of something like love. It turns something as ugly as selfishness into something akin to righteousness.

And hey, if you love someone your crimes won’t always be forgiven, but they’ll at least be understood.

Not.

Byron half-listens to the current discussion, eyes only lighting up as Rory declares that harrowing possibility: I never asked to be saved from the boat.

He knows that Sou would never consider that, the way he knows the person who agreed to the current wager didn’t consider that — I never asked to be saved.

“If you see someone about to fall off a cliff, you wouldn’t ask permission before reachin’ out to grab ‘em, right?”

It’s a conversation he’s had before, a lecture imparted upon him a long time ago.

“But this don’t sound like a sudden fall from a cliff to me.”

Months and months of planning, of concepting, of scheming — is it okay to call it scheming? Well, it’s called cheating death for a reason.

“If Yakumo had time to play a fuckin’ card game with the grim reaper, he had time to, I dunno raise the alarm? Think about someone else’s feelings other than his own? Like sure, intentions, whatever — but it kinda creeps me out whenever people figure they can do whatever ‘cause it’s the ‘right thing.’ Hate to think he convinced someone there was only one choice when it came to all this — but y’know. Maybe both of ‘em — our culprit and that guy. Maybe they had great minds or whatever - if you get what I mean.”

He shrugs his shoulders. He doesn’t look at the corner of the room that’s a gas explosion waiting for the light switch to flip. He just shakes his head, feels something like bitterness on the back of his tongue.

“I mean it’s always been set up to be them versus y’all. And I dunno — maybe we’re fucked and bro was only playin’ to save themself, but either way… it’s a shit deal, huh?”

Answer 1.

Obviously, it depends on the circumstances, but rendering aid with the knowledge that you are revoking autonomy is nothing more than ego — so Byron believes.

Answer 2.

There are times when love isn’t enough. And there isn’t enough love or care in the world that can transform selfishness from selfishness — so Byron believes.

But not everyone thinks the way he does, believes what he does. He knows this and he’s known this.

All he has left to ponder is whether the one who thinks differently will stick to their guns — and what’ll happen once this is seen through to the end.

[captorations]

deeply enjoy john’s story as told in nona because like. obviously it was an awful fucking scenario that would drive most anyone to extremes, but it’s fun to think about specifically the actual protagonists of this series and how they would handle themselves with that kind of power. you put gideon in that situation and she’d have started killing people way faster than john did. but if *harrow* had been in that situation i’m not sure anyone would have died ever again except maybe harrow herself

[kithtaehyung]

drabble - kitchen scene from yoongi’s perspective?

❤️ harrow

OOO harrow this is an interesting one. sorry it took so long! hope you enjoy this one (and don’t hurt me too much for the end ajdkdjksfh)

3tan drabble: fireworks (kitchen), yoongi pov genre: fluff, angst wc: 863

"Did you see the look on his face?"

Yoongi turns to one of his friends as they make their way to the next house, confused. "No, what happened?"

"He tried to ask that new girl out and got decked by her girlfriend."

"Shouldn't've been talking shit."

Laughs erupt when his group barges into the garage door that leads to his house's kitchen, and he's one of the last ones through. It's nice to have all of his guys together on a night like this - a night they don't have to worry about anything other than bringing in the new year.

Oh, shit. Why are you in the kitchen? Alone?

Are you avoiding the fireworks like he’s pretending not to?

While his friends are saying hi to you and giving polite hugs, he watches your face and tries not to check you out too much in your outfit. But when it's his turn, he can't help his tipsy body from doing just that.

“Sup.”

“Hey." He likes how you lean into him. “Long time, no see.”

“No kidding.”

As his friends start their usual chaos, Yoongi keeps his hand on the counter behind you, wondering if you'll even notice.

“Gimme some. Hurry the fuck up!”

“Hold on, shit!”

“Y’all slow as hell.”

“Get yourself some then? The fuck?”

Speaking of alcohol, he could use more. Being this close to you is doing things to his brain that he can't need or want. So he reaches behind you to grab an empty cup.

“Damn, I need a hit.”

“Same.”

“Bet. Yoong, we’re heading out back.”

In a fleeting moment, Yoongi makes a decision based purely off of his own selfishness. “K. Be out in a sec.”

When his friends head out back, he watches with amusement as you keep your eyes on them instead of him. He doesn’t know why he decided to linger behind, but at least he gets to see you try to not be embarrassed, and that’s always fun for him. 

Tilting his cup to your side, he waits for you to finally notice him. 

“Lemme have some of that,” he says when you turn. 

“Sure.” 

Yoongi watches as you silently pour his drink, and then continue to be silent as you lean on the counter beside him. For someone as demanding as you, it’s interesting to see you so quiet. 

So he takes a drink, prolonging the awkwardness you’re probably harboring inside that cute head of yours. 

“How’s life?”

There it is. 

Yoongi can’t help but laugh. “Life’s good. You?”

An adorable sound leaves your mouth before you respond, timid, “Life’s… good. Nothing too bad.”

“That’s all we need, right?”

“I’ll say.” You take a drink before asking the last thing he expects to come out of this conversation, “How’s the music thing?”

Shocked and wondering how the hell you know about that part of his life, he feels himself tensing as he mutters, “What?”

“I saw equipment on your desk.”

“When did y—oh.” He can’t help but scan the room, hoping no one that knows the both of you overheard. It wouldn’t fare good for either of you if someone knew you were at his place at some point. He hasn’t hosted a party in a minute, which would be the only explanation for you to be there. Lost in thoughts and minor worries, he just offers a quick, “It’s going.”

“Riveting. Don’t forget me when you’re famous and doing hour-long interviews because you can’t shut up.”

Well, that was also unexpected. He loves your wit but hates you for tugging a sudden laugh out of his mouth. “Ass.”

“Someone’s gotta take you down a couple pegs.” 

“And you think it’s gotta be you, huh?” 

“Of course. Little sister syndrome.” 

Yoongi shakes his head with a mix of disgust and amusement. “Don’t ever say that around me again.” 

“Oh, you’re right, huh.” Your laugh is nice to his ears, even nicer when it comes out as a giggle. “Eww.” 

“So childish.” 

“Little sis--”

He goes to clamp a hand over your mouth, but you move away from him while beaming, your cup almost spilling the champagne inside. 

As much as he wants to stay, Yoongi knows he’s already been here with you long enough. Besides, he can already see one of the girls from earlier tonight making a beeline for him. He knows exactly what’s going to happen next. 

So he sighs. “Well, I gotta go.” 

In a last second attempt to talk to you one last time, he decides to tell you about that spot he found a few years back. The one where he goes to enjoy the fireworks when he can finally get away. “But, hey. If you’re looking for a nice spot for fireworks, go upstairs. This house has a sweet balcony view of the whole neighborhood.”

Your face flashes with curiosity immediately. “Really?”

“Mm.”

You nod. “Thank you. I’ll check it out.”

Yoongi smiles before his arm is predictably pulled and a triumphant, slurred “I found him!” assaults his ear. He laughs at how terribly predictable these things are now. 

And when he swings his head back to say bye to you, you’re already turned around.

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a/n: I HOPE YOURE ALL HAPPY WITH THESE DECISIONS!!! 

[barbiewritesstuff]

Baby Sister

-- Hi, hello, more Dad !Jake for y’all because I love him and I love George. I channel all my damn baby-fever into George so this is suuuuuper self-indulgent lol. Enjoy !  

Disclaimer : I know nothing about birth or pregnancy, I wrote this at work during my lunchbreak so I did not check anything. I am sorry if there are inaccuracies, I hope it doesn’t spoil your enjoyment of this fic. 

Tw. Childbirth, mention of complicated birth, mention of labour, etc

Taglist: @mavswife @unsurebuttrying @dempy

@peaches-1999 -- 

 

« You did such a good job, baby » Jake whispers, caressing your face with his hand. Your hair is slick with sweat but it doesn’t seem to matter to your husband as he leans down and places a kiss to your cheek. 

« I’m so proud of you, honey »  

Jake bends his head forward so your foreheads touch 

« So damn proud »  

You’re still trying to catch your breath after your harrowing 48 hours of labour during which the nurses had almost wheeled you off for an emergency c-section, in the end though, you had powered through and given birth to your daughter naturally. 

« There she comes » The nurse says.  

She has been with you since you came in, going so far as to switch her shift with one of her colleagues so she could be there with you through the entire thing. You know her a little, she was your nurse when you gave birth to George and she remembers what a scared mess you were then.  

When she places your daughter on your chest, you almost weep with joy. Your little bundle of joy is so small. She fits so comfortably on your chest that you wonder if it wasn’t made just for her. You take her little hand in yours and gently kiss her fingers, she doesn’t stir but when Daddy places a gentle kiss on the top of her head, she lets out an adorable little sigh.  

« Do you have a name for her ? » 

« I think we decided on Victoria » You say, caressing her little head. 

« It’s lovely » The nurse says, her voice soft and gentle as she looks at your daughter.  

« She looks just like Mummy » She adds. 

You chuckle. George looked just like Mummy too up until the five month mark, then he turned into the spitting image of his father. You imagine Victoria will do the same.  

« You’ll be able to receive visitors in the morning, right now, we’re going to whisk her off for some checks but she’ll be back soon » 

She takes her off your chest after one last kiss from both of her parents and bundles her up nicely before exiting the room with her. 

You both wait until she’s placed into the cot next to you to drift off to a restless sleep. You and Jake wake up often just to check on her, feed her and sometimes just to hold her. Jake was in love. He sported the same lovestruck expression he had when he had seen George for the first time, the one that made you fall a little deeper in love whenever you thought about it.  

 

Jake had liked to think being a pilot was his calling, but being a father had taken over that title as soon as George had been placed into his trembling arms. Holding Victoria, so tiny and precious, only reinforced that.  

They can clip my wings tomorrow and I wouldn’t care, he thinks. As long as he’s with his family, he’s happy. 

« Is it too early to think about having a third one ? » You ask and Jake chuckles 

« Let’s shelve that discussion until you’re cleared for that kind of stuff, yeah ? »  

You pout and Jake laughs. He tries to do it quietly, but Victoria still stirs. 

« Sorry » He mumbles 

 

 

Morning eventually arrives. The nurse brings you some breakfast, which you don’t eat, you remember hospital food from the last time you were here. Before you can send Jake to get you something from McDonalds, the nurse fishes out some cookies out of her pocket, they look homemade.  

« You’re so kind » You say, emotional from the birth and the light sleep deprivation. Tears are threatening to come out as you unwrap the wrapper. Your nurse chuckles and wraps you into a gentle hug. 

« And I’ve got a coffee on the go for you » She tells Jake. He looks ever so relieved. 

He fusses over the baby as you happily eat the chocolate chip cookie, taking her in his arms and kissing her all over. He’s so gentle with her it makes your heart flutter.  

« Do you think he’ll be awake ? » Jake asks. You know he’s anxious for George to meet his little sister. It’s 5 am though and your little boy is not an early riser. 

« You can text Bob, maybe he can wake him up ? »  

 

 

George is asleep when Bob gets the text.  

He has tried to sleep, the spare bed in your house is comfortable but he’s been antsy since he received news that your baby had arrived.  

Your baby girl, his goddaughter. 

He’s never been a godfather before. Well, until George, he hadn’t been around children too much. It was a shame, he always had a soft spot for them. Babysitting George only reinforced the idea that when he found the right woman, he would love to have his own.  

Still, caring for George was easy. He was a gentle, well-behaved, polite and kind little man who rarely ever fussed. And, he was four so all Bob had to do to keep him occupied was place some legos or a couple of airplanes in front of him and Georgie would be in the zone for hours. A baby would be different. He would need to be so gentle because she’d be so delicate. He was so scared to hurt her.  

Bob hadn’t expected Jake to ask him to be Godfather but he had been honoured. He’d accepted, obviously but even after reading some baby books, he felt terribly unprepared to even hold a newborn.  

It was after that thought that the anxious feeling in his chest becomane slightly overwhelming. He swung his legs off of the bed and checked his phone to see the text. 

It’s okay, Bob tells himself as he makes his cup of coffee. He’s surprised to see that Jake actually drinks decent stuff, since he seems to be able to stomach the coffee they have on base and on the carriers, but these grounds are a nice brand. The only indication that they do belong to Jake is the fact that Bob knows you don’t drink coffee. When he pours himself a cup, it tastes nice and it smells wonderful. In the time it takes for the coffee to cool, Bob snaps a picture of the grounds and saves it for later. 

He enters Georgies bedroom. An adorable child’s bedroom where the walls have been painted to look like the sky filled with planes with a thin strip of earth near the baseboards. There is a little F15 hanging above the bed, swaying in the breeze of the open window. He touched the boy’s back and gently rubs it until he wakes. George looks grouchy when he sits up, looking at him with the same scowl Jake sports whenever he wakes up from a nap after a mission. Bob chuckles lightly 

« Daddy wrote me a message. We can go and visit your little sister » He says 

Georgie replied with a groan but he jumps off of the mattress anyway, and Bob figures that’s a good sign.  

« Can I stay in my pijamas ? » The boy asks with a sleepy little voice 

« Sure, buddy » Bob replies, even though he’s not sure how you’ll feel towards it. To avoid your wrath, he packs some clothes into a bag and makes George wear some shoes before pouring his coffee into a lidded cup and loading both of them into his truck.  

George falls asleep in the car and Bob carries him into the hospital. The maternity ward is on the third floor, but as muscles as Bob is, his arm grows tired and by the first floor, he has to wake Georgie up and let him walk. They get to your room and when they do, they find the team occupying all the chairs. Georgie waves and they wave back.  

Bob knocks on the door, but doesn’t wait for an answer before opening it. You’re in bed still, looking exhausted but fine and Bob breathes a sigh of relief. He knows you had a rough time of it during your labour, having been on the receiving end of Jake’s panicked texts. Jake looks well enough, his hair gelled back and neat but his shirt crumpled and askew, giving him a distinctly dischevelled look. George jumps up on the bed before anyone can stop him. He engulfs you into a bear hug and smacks a kiss onto your cheek. 

« I missed you » He whispers into your ear like it’s a secret before getting picked up by Jake. 

« Did you miss me too ? » Jake asks and Georgie nodds vigorously « Uncle Bo let me stay up to watch cartoons » He rats Bob out with great delight.  

« Oh yeah, what time did you go to bed ? » Jake asks, side-eyeing him with a smile 

« Not late, I promise. We watched a little Scooby-Doo and then he went to bed on time » Bob rushes to defend himself. Jake laughs and puts his son back on the ground. 

« Do you want to hold your little sister ? » He asks 

Georgie nods. He’s barely tall enough to see her over the walls of the cot. Bob helps him sit on the chair and Jake brings Victoria over. He places her gently in his arms. George looks into his little sister’s eyes and smiles. 

« She’s small ! » 

« Yeah, she is, isn ‘t she ? Her name is Victoria » 

« Is she going to be small forever ? » 

« No, she’ll grow up to be as big as you one day » 

« Was I small too ? » 

Jake chuckles 

« I like her » Georgie says. He leans over her very carefully and kisses her cheek. Victoria makes a little sound. 

« I think she likes me too » He says, delight coming through his voice.  

Eventually Jake lifts her out of George’s hands. The boy whines for a second but stops when you pat the empty space in the bed next to you. He clambers in to snuggle you. 

« Do you want to hold her ? » Jake asks Bob and Bob nods furiously. He sits down, afraid that he might either drop her, or faint if he doesn’t. Jake places the little budle into his arms and Bob’s heart does a backflip.  

« Hi Victoria » He whispers, she looks at him with two round eyes. He’s fairly certain she can’t see him, but it feels like she’s peering directly into his soul. Her little mouth contorts into a toothless grin and Bob lets out a breathy laugh.  

« I don’t really know what to say » He says eventually « Are you sure you want me to be her Godfather ? » 

« Wouldn’t dream of having anyone else, Bobby » You say 

Bob looks down at his Goddaughter again.  

He can’t wait to have his own one day.  

[gwynbleiddyn]

all the cool kids have pinned posts and i’m at least a year late so let’s go

about

aeron

he/him

raging homo and i simply will Not tolerate masc negativity here y’all went too far with that

dw i’n gymro, a dw i’n dysgu cymraeg 

rapidly approaching 30

i cosplay sometimes, i rarely share photos but if i do it’s #aj cosplays

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bg3 / i said i wasnt going to get involved and then i did. i rotate astarion around my brain like a microwave meal and i think we should be allowed to kiss raphael actually. dyn is my main tav who is in a mlm (monster loving monster) relationship with astarion and sometimes halsin. the rituals are complex and unknowable.

lotro | rop | lotr / my dragon age/mass effect braincells are nuclear resistant. my lotr braincell is what one might call a tardigrade. she’s eternal infinite forever enduring the ages of this world alone etc. etc. i play lotro on arkenstone and i think rings of power is great. that’s all. 

critrole / im here for ashton & fearne & chetney only everything else is a bonus.

destiny / dont get it twisted i play this game for saint-14 and osiris

ac origins -  valhalla / bayek and eivor have me in a chokehold and i spent about 6 months writing frenzied alexios / thaletas content in between those two protags so you could say i enjoyed this trilogy more than anything else ac has ever given me

dragon age - mass effect / they get to share a category like a get-along t-shirt bc these are the only two braincells in my head that will survive a nuclear winter and this is the only way i can control them. i have many ocs. i always want to talk about them. i sent shepard to andromeda, and i rewrote thedas to cope with the harrowing ordeal of facing an egg as my villain. bioware will not let me rest. you can find my extensive list of bioware OCs here.

ocs - dnd / blorbo from my dnd is usually referring to maahes, he is an acquired taste so your mileage may vary in how far u can go before u simply want to block his tag. the good news is i wholly support curated dashboard experiences. the bad news is all of my ocs are equally hot messes of morality.

worldbuilding / you may see mentions of myridos; this is my homebrew world and eventual setting for some novels that i’d like to publish one day.

im not above shitposts or random stuff that makes me go hehe (fruity) and i generally do not engage in tumblr activism as a rule. i tag fandoms and art, i do not tag specific characters with enough consistency to make it safe for blocked tags. i’m open to dms/asks if you want a specific tag blocked - i can’t guarantee i’ll say yes, but i’m v nice about it i promise.

mini tag + link directory 

my doodle tag / my writing tag 

archive of our own

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[novenarius]

aaAA ok I made the mistake of re-reading the part of harrow the ninth where gideon (in harrow’s body) is arguing with ianthe about who harrow actually likes and it makes me so sad because gideon is, of course, adamant about the fact that she thinks harrow doesn’t actually like ianthe and is just being manipulated. However she’s also SO convinced that harrow doesn’t give a shit about her (part of that is ianthe’s fault for manipulating her into thinking that harrow literally going to extremes to save gideon’s soul from being destroyed was to try to get rid of gideon??)

I don’t have the reading comprehension to figure out if harrow has any romantic feelings towards gideon, but I’m not an idiot and I can tell harrow obviously cares so much about gideon. 

The miscommunication of only one person being able to drive the body at a time is making me insane in my brain. I just want the girlies to be able to have a chat so gideon can see how much harrow cares about her because no one was nice to gideon ever in drearburh and I want her to know someone cares about her. And I want to give her a fictional hug. ok goodnight y’all

[theputterer]

Good Things In 2021

“It’s that time of year again! Time to remember all the good things that happened in 2021. I’ve done this since 2017, and highly recommend doing this as a fun way to reflect (and to have something for future reference when you are feeling Down.)

y’all. we did it.

I don’t really know how to talk about this year. in many ways it was better than 2020, but in many other ways it was not. This month has been very difficult for my family and me. (If you are curious you can read about what happened here).

But this is about looking at the good things that happened this year.

PERSONAL

I finally received my Irish passport!!! This was the last step of my journey in receiving Irish citizenship and was very exciting. 

I’ve been applying to jobs in Dublin and seen some success. I did receive a job offer I ended up turning down for several reasons, including the pay, what happened earlier this month with my family, and the timeline.

I have an interview for a different job next week I am interested in, so we’ll see how that goes!

I updated my resumé for the first time in three years, that deserves notice.

I returned to the ROGUE ONE life (BRIEFLY) and wrote a new fic called death trembles to take us, a ROGUE ONE-THE OLD GUARD fusion/AU.

a new friend on this here app, @riflegoespurr made a moodboard for it!

and special thanks to @kestrelsward for the early enthusiasm!

I am reasonably pleased with how the fic turned out.

I got a new idea for a secret original writing project that I began some tentative work on. It will remain secret for now.

I had some solid success at work, achieving a few goals I had set and improving systems for the organization. Much of this info will remain REDACTED for privacy purposes but if we are Insta friends you know. (Side note but message me if you wanna be insta friends).

I visited a city in Idaho for Work Purposes and it was nuts. They don’t believe in COVID. scenes.

In May, I went to the ocean on a small solo trip and it was very nice.

I got a couple new tattoos there! Color tattoos of lavender and hydrangea to go on my arm.

A friend of mine got married in July and I got to see it AND act as casual bartender which is hilarious because I rarely drink.

I got jabbed and boosted. Please do this when you can.

Anything bolded below is something I particularly enjoyed and recommend. 

MOVIES

2021 movies I saw and liked:

HOUSE OF GUCCI

I fucking loved this. it’s a riot. Ridley Scott can do whatever he wants forever.

BEING THE RICARDOS

BLACK WIDOW

PASSING

THE HARDER THEY FALL

DUNE

SHANG-CHI AND THE LEGEND OF THE TEN RINGS

FOUR SEASONS TOTAL DOCUMENTARY

LAST NIGHT IN SOHO

MALIGNANT

10/10 NO NOTES

REMINISCENCE

NO TIME TO DIE

“I miss you” RIP ME

GODZILLA VS. KONG

SPIDER-MAN: NO WAY HOME

2020 movies I saw for the first time:

TENET

SHIRLEY

WONDER WOMAN 1984

EMMA.

TV

WANDAVISION

similarly, Leland Philpot on Twitter: “Agatha All Along Trap/Hip Hop Remix”

WESTWORLD

THE WHITE LOTUS

THE OTHER TWO

I’ve started EUPHORIA but I’m not far enough in to render judgment.

Season 15 of IT’S ALWAYS SUNNY IN PHILADELPHIA

BOOKS

I read 64 books this year. Below are the ones I liked and/or had thoughts on:

“The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue” by V.E. Schwab

“The City We Became” by N.K. Jemisin

“Thirty-Two Words for Field: Lost Words of the Irish Landscape” by Manchán Magan

“Dearly” by Margaret Atwood

“Red Comet: The Short Life and Blazing Art of Sylvia Plath” by Heather Clark

This book is well over 1000 pages but it is brilliantly written and researched

“The Secret Place” by Tana French

“The End of Everything” by Katie Mack

“The Ten Thousand Doors of January” by Alix E. Harrow

“The Trespasser” by Tana French

“The Bluest Eye” by Toni Morrison

“Black Sun” by Rebecca Roanhorse

“Trick Mirror: Reflections on Self-Delusion” by Jia Tolentino

“The Witch Elm” by Tana French

“W-3″ by Bette Howland

“Girl A” by Abigail Dean

“The Witches Are Coming” by Lindy West

“How Long ‘Till Black Future Month?” by N.K. Jemisin

“Parable of the Sower” by Octavia Butler

“Republic of Shame: Stories from Ireland’s Institutions for ‘Fallen Women’“ by Caelainn Hogan

“The Killing Moon” by N.K. Jemisin

“Sin Eater” by Megan Campisi

“Empire of Pain: The Secret History of the Sackler Dynasty” by Patrick Radden Keefe

RAGE RAGE RAGE

“Furious Hours: Murder, Fraud, and the Last Trial of Harper Lee” by Casey Cep

“Mister Impossible” by Maggie Stiefvater

“His & Hers” by Alice Feeney

“Mirrorland” by Carole Johnstone

“The Midnight Library” by Matt Haig

“Tender Is The Flesh” by Agustina Bazterrica

This book is DEEPLY fucked up but wow.

“A Ghost In The Throat” by Doireann Ní Ghríofa

“The Vanishing Half” by Brit Bennett

“Caul Baby” by Morgan Jerkins

“The Only Good Indians” by Stephen Graham Jones

“Hidden Valley Road: Inside the Mind of an American Family” by Robert Kolker

“Persephone Station” by Stina Leicht

“Folklorn” by Angela Mi Young Hur

EASILY one of my favorites of all time!!!

“The Angel of History” by Carolyn Forché

“The Maidens” by Alex Michaelides

I HATED this book. it’s so bad. it is on here because I have to say that.

“Sorrowland” by Rivers Solomon

“Hummingbird Salamander” by Jeff VanderMeer

“When The Sparrow Falls” by Neil Sharpson

this book rules

“2034: A Novel of the Next World War” by Elliot Ackerman

“The Living Sea of Waking Dreams” by Richard Flanagan

“What Comes After” by JoAnne Tompkins

“The Shadowed Sun” by N.K. Jemisin

With this book, I have officially read every novel or short story in N.K. Jemisin’s published bibliography

“The Last Mona Lisa” by Jonathan Santlofer

“Something New Under the Sun” by Alexandra Kleeman

my very rare Did Not Finish. if you did please talk to me.

“The Doctors Blackwell: How Two Pioneering Sisters Brought Medicine to Women and Women to Medicine” by Janice Nimura

THE BONE SEASON by Samantha Shannon

“The Bone Season”

“The Pale Dreamer”

“The Mime Order”

“The Song Rising”

“The Mask Falling”

LITERALLY WHERE HAVE THESE BOOKS BEEN ALL MY LIFE!!!!! PLEASE READ THEM AND COME TALK TO ME

“Pro: Reclaiming Abortion Rights” by Katha Pollitt

“Shadow and Bone” by Leigh Bardugo

“Constance” by Matthew FitzSimmons

“Goldilocks” by Laura Lam

“Sabriel” by Garth Nix

“The Fourth Island” by Sarah Tolmie

“Klara and the Sun” by Kazuo Ishiguro

“Slaughter-House Five” by Ryan North (graphic novel adaptation!)

“My Heart Is A Chainsaw” by Stephen Graham Jones

MUSIC

Halsey, If I Can’t Have Love, I Want Power

Lorde, Solar Power

Olivia Rodrigo, Sour

Lady Gaga and Tony Bennett, Love For Sale

ABBA, Voyage

OTHER GOOD THINGS

Walter Chaw, for Film Freak Central, a review of “No Time To Die” that I found very moving

Joc Pedersen and Harry Styles: Bad Bitches

Steve Buscemi Won Halloween

Bret Stetka for NPR: “How Playing Tetris Tames the Trauma of a Car Crash” 

brains are so fucking weird yo

The Orioles coming in clutch for the Mariners

Dan Odess for The New York Times: “Ancient Human Footprints Push Back Date of Human Arrival In the Americas”

This video of Oscar Isaac and Jessica Chastain

The saga of the fake high school that played a real game on ESPN

This thread from a man describing what it is like to be in the modern dating game to a new divorcé

I was on the FLOOR

Reeves Wiedeman and Lila Shapiro for New York Magazine: “The Spine Collector”, about a mysterious figure asking for copies of unpublished manuscripts FOR NO APPARENT REASON.

Trea Turner’s magnificent slide home.

Jennifer Senior for The Atlantic: “What 9/11 Did to One Family”. a really devastating, beautiful piece on complicated grief.

Anna Russell, for The New Yorker: “The Beguiling Legacy of ‘Alice in Wonderland’”

Shohei Ohtani’s massive homer. i have never before seen a ball hit the fourth level that far out at Safeco Field.

Dorian Rolston for The New Yorker: “The Trip That Doesn’t End”

Casey Cep for The New Yorker: “Noticing the Mothers of the Old Testament”

Margaret Talbott, for The New Yorker: “The Women Who Want to Be Priests”.

as someone who was raised Catholic and identifies as feminist, this piece was very interesting and illuminating!

Franz Lidz for The New York Times: “She Fell Nearly Two Miles and Walked Away”

This tweet from Mark Harris that still makes me cackle

Ayesha A. Siddiqi, “Sorry for your loss”

Angelica Jade Bastién’s “The Feminine Grotesque” genre list of LetterBoxd. one day I will see them all.

This bonkers play by Javy Báez.

Grown Man Drinks Kool-Aid.

Nora McGreevy for Smithsonian Magazine: “Graves of Enslaved People Discovered on Founding Father’s Delaware Plantation”.��(the founding father is John Dickinson).

This guy’s experience getting the vaccine that made me LOLLLL

Simon Levien for The Harvard Crimson: “The Crimson Klan”. Harvard reckoning with its white supremacist ties.

Patrick Freyne, for The Irish Times, eviscerating the British Monarchy via Harry and Meghan’s interview with Oprah

Philippe Sands, for The New Yorker: “Reckoning With a Nazi Father”. the denial and hard legacy for a family with Nazi relatives.

John Matthias, for The New Yorker: “Living With a Visionary”. 

“When I ask her if she is awake, she says she does not know.”

Katie Dowd, for SFGATE: “The story of ‘Drake’s plate’, the biggest hoax in California history”. a romp.

Jen Chaney for Vulture: “No, They Weren’t Dead the Whole Time.” an oral history of the LOST finale that I kind of think was written FOR ME

Kaylyn Hlavaty for Cleveland News 5: “Her ancestors forgotten, a mantel from a slaveholder’s home bears witness to their lives”. a really devastating reminder of how hard it is for Black people to find their ancestors.

et voila. Happy New Year. let’s be kind to each other.

(Raymond Chandler)

go forth and share your good news and be sure to tag me!

c.c. @leaiorganas @fortysevenswrites @magalis @callioope @cassianserso @i-am-slain @riflegoespurr @alecjmarsh @alittlemomentum @earnestfeeling @jaylie12 @thenewyorkreload @moprocrastinates @andorjyny @the-dala​ @sleeplessant​ and anyone else who wants to share!!!

[skellizo]

Moon Knight ep 3 live blogging

I love Layla

OH she really is Mcu!Marlene!! Like the archaeologist dad that got killed and all that

Who is that woman?? I like her already but still

I Know he is a cult leader but does he really only have one type of outfit to wear

OH we already found ammit well that went quick

It’s the fake cops :D

THE SLAP

STEVEN WRONG FUCKING MOMENT

YO WE HAVE THIS BASICALLY FROM MARCS PERSPECTIVE THIS TIME

WHAT

JAKE?! JAKE IT WAS JAKE WE ARE GONNA HAVE JAKE

OH GOD

MARC HONEY YOU GONNA BE OKAY??

Khonshu….

Was gonna say tbh Marc probably doesn’t care if you get cast in stone

A SOLAR ECPLIPSE

Oh we get to see other avatars

Are we getting a legal drama now?? Presenting our case??

Awww Stevens nerding out :) it’s nice to see he at least has a bit of a good time

Okay lady back off dude is married

KHONSHU HAD A GIRLFRIEND??

KHONSHU WHY ARE YOU POSSESING HIM (…I don’t want any bullshit theories about how oh Marc doesn’t have DID it’s XY)

Marc looks so done……understandable

Anyway Marc, Steven and how it looks like also Jake Lockley deserve some vacation

OH NO HE DIDN’T JUST CALL THEM INSANE

WHAT THE FUCK HARROW

Oh I hate this….the whole them not listening because of Arthur saying that he is “insane”…

Thanks girl…

Mhm bisexual lightning

Oh my theory was right we’ll get to see Mogart…Gaspard Ulliel

THEY AHD A FULL ON WEDDING

The DID or the Avatar of Khonshu thing?

COMMUNICATION?? HELL YEAH

Anyway Layla and Marc are the power couple of MCU phase 4 isc what others will say

Well Mogart is a bit extra huh

Thanks Steven :)

HARROW FUCK OFF

HARROW FUCK OFF 2X

MARC COULD WE PLEASE SAVE THAT DUDE

Oh he’s fine that’s nice

MOON KNIGHT TIME BABY

HE CATCHES BULLETS IN HIS CAPE

NOT THAT DUDE HOLDING THE CAPE

Hey Steven

Take the body, take the body Marc

MORE MOON GADGETS

MOGART EFF OFF

Daredevil 🤝 Moon Knight

Oh man Layla I’m sorry girl

I KNEW IT !! THOSE DRAMATIC TAKE OVERS WERE BECAUSE OF THE SUIT

OH?? KHONSHU BEING USEFUL FOR ONCE

OH WOW

THIS WAS A COOL ASS SEQUENCE

DID THE GODS TRAP KHONSHU AGAIN

ARGH THE GLASS

Oh y’all are gonna feel so stupid when Harrow just revives Ammit

What does it mean? WHAT DOES IT ALL MEAN

OH NOW IT’S LONDON IN THE REFLECTION CAUSE WE ARE IN CAIRO

“In memory of Gaspard Ulliel” :(

Anyway short review: JAKE LOCKELY?? JAKE LOCKLEY IS HERE?? Good episode VERY good episode :D

[ohnopoe]

Potential Breakup Song | Jack Daniels

Ship: Jack Daniels x Reader Summary: It’s your birthday, and all you want to do is have a few drinks with your boyfriend, but when he doesn’t show, your coworker, Jack, takes it upon himself to check on you Word Count: 2.2k+ Tagging: @the-purity-pen​  Author’s Note: Ok so this... idk how this happened tbh. BUT I’d kind of love to write more for these two, I have some slight ideas, but idk... so if you’d like to see something more please let me know!

Sitting there alone at the little booth you had claimed over an hour earlier certainly wasn’t how you had expected the evening to go. You had been happy, excited even, when you finally grabbed your coat to leave Statesmen for the day, readying yourself for a proper, fun night out with your boyfriend.

Sure, you’d had to remind him twice already to meet you at the little bar you liked that was not far from work, and sure maybe it would have been fun to invite some friends too, but this was your birthday, and even having a few drinks with your man seemed better than nothing.

But the day had seemed to drag on, as if it knew you were anticipating the well-needed break.

With every knock on the door, a part of you couldn’t help but hope for something, although you couldn’t quite tell what.

Would it have been nice if your coworkers had realised what day it was? Sure. But then, hiding it off facebook had been your decision, and you couldn’t truly blame them for not knowing when you were so careful about keeping things separate between work and home. But with each interruption to your work came a following disappointment. Reports were required, devices needed testing, and not one person seemed to have anything but more work to add to your pile.

Dread was dancing in your periphery, but you refused to give into it.

You had decided this. You had been the one to do that damn stupid idea and hide your information in some desperate plea that someone would remember you even without the irritating little notification Facebook offered. You couldn’t blame others for your own actions, no matter how much it hurt to feel so damned forgotten on your birthday of all things.

But, as you sat alone in the booth at your favourite bar, well, that dread sure was starting to egg away at you.

Another glance at your phone, a silent reminder of just how long you’d been waiting along with the lack of any explanation, only helped solidify your negativity. What if he wasn’t coming? What if he’d forgotten too?

The drink you’d been nursing for the better part of an hour sat before you, the ice had melted into the mix, making it weak and watery as you took a hesitant sip once more. If he wasn’t there by the time you finished, you’d leave. That’s what you’d said to yourself some thirty minutes ago when the drink had arrived. But even you could see you were drawing out the inevitable now, taking slow sips in the hopes of prolonging what little chance there was.

“Either that’s the worst damn drink you’ve ever had, or somethin’s on your mind,” a familiar voice almost cooed from above you, amusement tangling with something you couldn’t quite place as the silhouette of Agent Whiskey blocked out a good portion of the bar.

Offering a half hearted smile, you took a determined gulp of the drink in your hand, stubbornly meeting his gaze as you did so. There was always something about the agent that brought out a fierce competitive side in you, and maybe it was the sheer determination to not appear as pathetic as you felt, but you found yourself offering a smirk as you placed it down on the table without a word, silently challenging him.

“Alright, maybe not,” he offered a chuckle, lips pulling into a smile and drawing out that dimple that caught far too much attention.

“Something I can help you with, Whiskey?” and damn it, that didn’t come off half as harsh as you had hoped. Hell, it didn’t even come off sarcastic. The usual fire in your tone seemed lost, and you could only hope he didn’t hear the way your voice broke ever so slightly with the question.

You weren’t used to this. You’d kept your private life private for a reason, kept yourself away from the work functions and the celebratory drinks in the hopes of distancing yourself from the people you worked with for the most part, and now, having him in front of you out in the real world, when you were already so damn close to breaking… it wasn’t something you were quite prepared for.

“You looked like you could use some company,” he answered simply with a shrug, and if his eyes hadn’t blazed with that intensity you’d seen so often when he was in the field, you might just have believed he was as nonchalant as he attempted to appear.

But his statement brought another thought, more harrowing than the last, and you had to take another sip of your drink to wet your suddenly dry throat as it plagued you.

“How long have you been watching me?”

With a sigh, that playful smirk you’d seen so often slipped from his lips. With a quick point to the opposite side of the booth, he waited until you nodded your consent before slipping in with yet another sigh, but still he didn’t answer your question.

“Don’t see you around here often,” and it almost sounded like a line, were it not for the curious way his gaze took you in as he spoke.

Your shrug was an attempt at something casual, but you knew he was too damn good at reading people to fall for that. “Maybe it wasn’t my idea,” it was. “Maybe someone asked me here,” they didn’t.

But he seemed to read more from your words than you thought you had offered, his attention falling from you to the drink in your hand, before darting around the room and landing on the door.

“Well, he’s a damn fool to leave you waiting,” he huffed, and, while you still felt on edge being around the agent you worked with day in and day out, a small, albeit genuine, smile broke through your demeanour.

It was just a line, just a statement anyone would make upon hearing someone had potentially been stood up. Your mind was screaming at you to remember that it didn’t truly hold the weight you desperately wished it did. But your heart clung to those words.

Were you really this desperate for someone to actually care about you on your birthday that you were clinging to hollow words said out of propriety? Damn, maybe you were. Maybe Ginger had been right all along, you really should go out with her some time, maybe having some real friends at work wouldn’t be all that bad after all.

“Alright, what about this,” Jack broke your harrowing line of thought with that charming smile he had down pat. “I buy you a drink, we relax, have a good time… if he shows, he shows, and I’ll leave y’all to it, if not, well, hopefully I’m not the worst company.”

A laugh, the first you’d managed all day, escaped your lips as you shook your head at the cowboy’s poor attempt at humility.

“Why would you do that?” the question sounded meeker than you would have liked, and you had to glance away when his confused gaze met yours. But the bar was filled with distractions, even if it wasn’t particularly busy, and you quickly clung to them as you regained some sort of a backbone. “You know damn well half the bar is eyeing you off, you don’t need to waste your evening on me, Jack.”

If his breath caught at hearing your slip up, hearing you utter his name for the first time in far too long, well, he was damn good at hiding it behind that playful smirk. But there was still that shine to his gaze as he watched you so intently that you could feel it even as you focused on swirling the small remainders of your drink.

“And leave you to this lot?” he questioned playfully, raising a brow as he gestured around you both comically. “Honey, I know all too well what these types would do to a pretty lil thing like you, all alone.”

“You would know,” you scoffed a laugh, and, damn it, how was it so easy to relax around him? You’d known him for years, sure, but never personally, always keeping that carefully concocted professional appearance in place.

“Darlin’, are you implying something here?” there it was, that playful lilt to his tone that he always seemed to offer at just the right time, almost cracking your hard exterior more times that you’d care to admit.

“You forget, Whiskey,” you pause, giving him a pointed look that didn’t quite have its usual impact as your lips desperately struggled to hide that playful smile that wanted to break free. “I’ve been on the other end of the comms during far too many of your missions. I know all too well what you’re capable of.”

The smirk he gave in response held a twinge of danger, his eyes lighting up as he leant forwards just enough to capture your full attention. This was a side of Jack you had seen through his glasses many times, a side he hadn’t shown you since you shot him down cold at the very beginning of your working together, and it was a side that could thrill even the most cold hearted of individuals, you were sure.

“Oh, darlin’, you have no idea.”

Well, that certainly shouldn’t have affected you as much as it did.

You’d been working with Whiskey for years now, you knew all too well what he was like, how much he liked to flirt and mess around. You’d watched through his glasses camera on numerous occasions as he flirted his way into the beds of targets, each time rolling your eyes to yourself because you’d surely never fall for something so cheesy.

But then, you’d always been safely seeing things from his perspective, hadn’t you? You’d never seen that intense gaze he offered along with those words, never watched as his tongue darted out to wet those plush lips… damn, maybe you weren’t as strong as you had always thought.

“Babe, hey!” a puffed out breath came from beside you, drawing your attention away from the perfect cupid’s bow that was hidden behind that neatly trimmed moustache.

You almost jumped at the sound, turning quickly to see your boyfriend standing there, looking none too happy to see you sitting there with another man, and, despite the fact you’d been waiting for, was that two hours now?, you felt guilt creep in.

“Hey!” you offered the brightest smile you could, even if it felt somewhat off as you glanced between the two men.

They couldn’t have been more different if they tried. One, the epitome of the suave cowboy, the other in what he so affectionally labelled ‘prime casual fashion’, or, as you secretly called it, jumped up t-shirts that had no right to charge as much as they did. Jack was leaning back in the booth, exuding comfort and confidence, while your boyfriend stood there glancing between you and Jack with a tense jaw. In fact, the only similarity between the two seemed to be the intense fire that sat in their gazes as they eyed one another up.

Oh good, yet another display of stupid macho masculinity. With a roll of your eyes, you cleared your throat, quickly gaining the attention of the silently feuding men. “Jack, this is my boyfriend, Tim-”

“Timothy,” Tim interjected, standing up even straighter, as if the use of his full name would hold some form of power.

Closing your eyes to avoid rolling them once more as you watched him look down his nose at Whiskey, you ignored the interruption. “Tim,” you started once more, more than a hint of irritation in your tone at the fact the same man who had left you waiting for so long was now trying to play some kind of stupid game. “This is Jack, we work together.”

It seemed the two didn’t particularly care about introductions, or, for that matter, manners, as they continued to stare at one another in silence for a long moment.

“I’ll leave y’all to it,” Jack spoke suddenly, breaking the tense atmosphere with a nod as he moved far too smoothly out of the booth. How he always seemed to move with such elegance had often caused you to wonder. It didn’t seem to match the macho cowboy exterior he gave off, but worked so seamlessly when he was in a fight. It was a part of him, small and subtle, that had caught your attention more times than it ought.

Only when Tim sidled up next to you, pushing you further into the booth did your mind fall back to reality with a frown. Words were already falling out of his mouth, mentions of his day, of the clients he had dealt with, and not a word of apology for how late he was, and that same resignation you had felt earlier seemed to sweep over you once more.

“Happy birthday, Y/N,” Jack spoke softly, the words somehow a farewell. His smile was gentle as he met your surprised gaze.

And then, just as suddenly as he had appeared, he was gone, leaving the bar’s doors swaying after him as your boyfriend clambered for your attention.

[crowncorvidae]

Lmao ok so this’ll probably be a long post but here’s all the songs I think everyone from each of the nine house would listen to from my Spotify library

((also feel free to judge my music taste))

Ninth house

Harrow- Okok so i have a lot to say about what music I think harrow listens to I think she’d like weird older gothic music cuz it’s kinda spooky kinda churchy kinda intense but so so good

Wytches - Inkubus Sukkubus

Gideon- you can’t tell me Nav wouldn’t fucking love like classic rock ,I’m genuinely sad she’ll never listen to things like Joan Jett, Heart, Pat Benatar. So I’ll give her 2

Bad reputation- Joan Jett & the Blackhearts

Heartbreaker - Pat Benatar

Eight house

Silas - I genuinely think mayo uncles music taste is similar to harrows but in a different way

Stigmata Martyr - Bauhaus

Colum - lmao ok I honestly don’t think he likes music, like I can’t find a song on my Spotify I think he’d sit down and enjoy, he probably just second hand listens to Silas music and doesn’t enjoy it

Seventh house ((htn tho cuz I say so))

Dulcie- Miss “horny for revenge” LIVES for Florence + the machine, just enough kick ass + a lil romancey vibe but in a dope witchy way

Cosmic love - Florence + the machine

Protesilaus-I personally like to think he listens to like “tough” dad music

Fortune son- Creedence clearwater Revival

Sixth house

Palamedes - he’s chill he probably likes like chill but rad tunes but his Taste isn’t exactly “mainstream” liking smaller name bands or lesser popular songs from big name artists genuinely , he likes things like passion pit, the pixies and Portugal.the man

Basic space- The XX

Camilla- she likes bad bitch music and most of pals music also

Didn’t come to play- Dope saint Jude

Fifth house

Abigail- I think she likes Stevie nicks like I can just feel it in my bones, she likes the chill but sometimes odd vibes

Sisters of the moon- fleetwood mac

Magnus- ok y’all knew this was coming he like full on “dad” music but more on the like low key silly dad kinda way but it’s good music so no one can complain

Brown eyed girl- van Morrison

Fourth house

Isaac- the kiddos like the “new wave punk “ ish kinda edgy music but it’s so cool

The Phoenix - fall out boy

Jeannemary- she likes cool kinda punk music kinda just catchy and good jams hah no further questions ((she can have 2 as a treat))

Molotov girls- The Zolas

Cry baby - destroy boys

Third house

Coronabeth- she listens to baddie music only

Mans world- Marina

Ianthe- she also listens to baddie music but enjoys weird bands a little bit more, like Harley Poe, the mountain goats and will wood

Magpie- the mountain goats

Naberius- ok hot take I think it unironically likes stupid pop trash music, it started as a joke cuz the twins would play it around him but he started to actual like it, makes him feel like a bad bitch lmao I think he’d vibe w YUNGBLUD also

What are you waiting for- Gwen stefani

Anarchist- YUNGBLUD

Second house

Judith - she tough but I think she likes a little bit more chill tunes, music you can listen to and still think and enjoy

Be nice to me- the frontbottoms

Lone Ranger - Rachel platten

Marta- she even tougher but shes got good music taste, little more fast paced not aggressive music but more so then judiths

Survive- the moog

First house

((but I have less reasoning for them))

Mercymorn- her music is?? Interesting, it’s good and sounds good but there is something kinda strange about it but not super sure why?? I mean listen to the song it’s self explanatory

Scary world- night club

Augustine- he gives off a certain bastard energy that can only be described as cage the elephant, no I will not elaborate

Mess around- cage the elephant

John- similar to Augustine, he gives specific bastard energy BUT a different kind, his music reflects this

Teeth- 8 graves

Bonus

okokok more about harrowhark for a sec , we all joke she’d be into emo music like MCR BUT I think she’s actually more AFI circa 2003 in terms of “emo” music

Silver and cold-AFI

Ortus - I have no proof and no reason but I think he’d like most Mumford & sons songs

The cave- Mumford & sons

Nova- ok so I don’t think nova would listen to music at all BUT if she had to it would be like hardcore metal or the weirdest aggressive church gothic music possible

Dead souls - sopor aeternus & the ensemble of shadows

Livestream - veil of maya

Wake- Okokok not music I think she’d listen to BUT I have a song that’s vaguely her vibe and idk where else to put it so enjoy!

massacre -kim pertras

[thetragicallynerdy]

[ID: a response from fractiousrvt that says "I am desperately wanting knowledge of 'the stupidest fic' XD". End ID.]

@fractiousrvt this one's fun!! It's alternate title is "Five Six Times Clayton Died and Got Resurrected." It's basically that - a silly harrowed Clayton fic where he dies a bunch of times and comes back to life.

Thanks for asking about it!! A snippet, for funsies:

The First Time

The first time you already know about; you saw it happen, didn’t you? It was sad, and everyone (not you, Aloysius) cried, and then they hauled Clayton’s body to the church and tried to decide what to do next.

Miriam and Matthew were still arguing over whether or not they should let Arabella try and resurrect him when there was a coughing noise from the table. They turned and looked as Clayton rolled over, coughing and hacking, then spat a bullet out onto the floor. He sat up and stared, and they stared right back.

“Well, I suppose that solves our dilemma,” Matthew said slowly. “Are you – are you alright, son?”

“Shit, now I can’t try the resurrection,” Arabella muttered. Miriam smacked her on the arm, then bustled over to Clayton’s side. He stared at her, then down at his bloody shirt.

“What the fuck happened.”

“You just coughed up a bullet, is what happened,” Arabella said. She squinted at his chest, then at his mouth. “How in the hell did it get from your heart to your esophagus?”

“My what-now?”

Arabella grabbed his hand and checked for a pulse. “Huh. You’re actually alive.”

Clayton stared at her, then at the others. “If this is your response to someone dead comin’ back to life, then we’re doomed. Y’all oughtta be pullin’ out your guns.”

Miriam cocked her head to the side. “Are you gonna shoot at us like those other dead folks did, Mister Clay?”

Clayton faltered. “Well. No.”

She patted his hand. “Well, then we ain’t got nothin’ to worry about.”

“There have to be some nice zombies,” Matthew said slowly. “I wonder if the others could have been saved –“

“No,” Clayton said. “No proselytizing to zombies, Reverend.”

“But maybe they –“

Three voices shut him down this time. “No, Matthew.”

[pumpkintheriddlemaster]

Tagged by @spider-plants <3

Favourite colour: bright purple or light/lilac purple. Any purple really... black, light touches of gold, wine red, burgundy, emerald, like midnight blue or dark abyss blues that also have that weird brightness too them despite being dark??? mint green... Also the like, magic ass looking glowing blue.

If it looks like the color of a really weird bright mushroom it’s probably my favorite

Basically magic goth colors

Currently reading: Not anything currently, but the last thing I read was Harrow The Ninth. Definitely recommend!

Last TV series: Does Buzzfeed Unsolved supernatural count? It’s on Hulu. If not then either Doctor Who or X-Files

Which I believe sums up my personality very nicely and with a bow on top for charm

Last film: Encanto

Sweet, Savoury, Spicy:

Sweet: To answer this with a little “Fun Fact Story Time!” Back in high school I’d make myself a thermos of chamomile tea every day to take to school and warm my hands on the bus.

Now this tea was always loaded up with honey and sugar! How much you ask?

Well, one day, one of my uuuh ex-friends? Reluctant acquaintance? Shit-headed girlfriend of my best friend at the time asked to have a swig of my tea. And I let her take a swig.

She ran to the nearest water fountain after swallowing a mouthful saying her throat burned...

My friends made fun, joking about how “there’s no fucking way their tea is that sweet” and then both proceeded to also take a mouthful swig...

They both ran for the water fountain.

And I just cheerfully drank my tea! ^~^

Every Last Drop :)

(They started calling it my “Nectar”)

Savory: Love the stuff! Good food good food.

Spicy: Oh man, I absolutely can’t do spicy. I’m so chicken-shit about spicy thing but to be fair I actually like enjoying my food. Idk how y’all like this shit it’s just heat!!! You can’t taste anything after that!!!

Currently working on: Researching ghost hunting equipment some days, and trying to crochet a purple and blue version of Howls star dream boy coat from Howls Moving Castle on others...

Here’s a fun secret, I hate crocheting ;-;

Tagging @skanque-bombyx @justsayinghey-o and @cinnamoniic if ya wanna