#This ask has been sitting in my inbox for a solid year

[mariuspompom]

grrm* kills off sansa’s direwolf in the first half of book one, gives her her mother’s tully looks, has her being referred toas “little bird”, has her follow the seven instead of old gods, has her marry a lannister, disinherits her from winterfell, has her learning SOUTHERN + politics with LF, doesnt make her warg*

stansas: the red wolf is MY queen in the north because it happened in that abomination of a season.

Ahm. I might be in the minority in this side of the fandom because i don't actually believe grrm killing Sansa's direwolf in agot was meant to be a symbol of her being cut off from the north as opposed to her siblings, idk. Like if you want to see it that way you can of course, but this angle does feel simplistic and kind of boring to me.

The reason Sansa is highly unlikely to end up as QINT is not that she's not "northern enough", or that she's "too southern" imo (what does that mean anyway, these are pretty vague and slightly ontological statements which don't really fit into grrm's vision of Westeros imo). It's not even that she's not "magical enough". The reason is that she doesn't have a ruling arc. That's not to say that she doesn't have a political arc, she does, specifically that of a courtier, a political advisor if you will. I would really like to see Sansa in control of her life and an active player exerting actual political influence. But a savvy and cunning political advisor is not a ruler, because while the arc of a political advisor is primarily inspired by the themes of political power as a means of survival and influence (very individual-centered) a ruler needs to have a broader (collective) scope, a vision and a mission which exceeds both their personal interests and the pragmatic limitations of their rule. It's not that the characters who have a ruling arc in asoiaf are never confronted with these pragmatic limitations, on the contrary, the conflict between the ruler's vision/mission and the practical limitations they face is at the heart of the "ruling is hard" premise, which is so central in asoiaf. But you do need the larger visionary aspects to be present if you want a ruling arc to feel meaningful and substantial for the reader of a high fantasy narrative such as this, aka you need someone who 1) has somehow been chosen by their people (yes even in a pseudo-medieval setting a ruler can be chosen), 2) based on specific attributes this person has (their particular skill, disposition, character, determination, bravery and most importantly their vision), 3) in order to face a specific task at hand that is particularly challenging. As I said, the originality of this work is precisely the fact that these characters who would be textbook one-note heroes in any other high fantasy narrative, are really struggling in their role here, face conflicting situations and sometimes fuck up because they can't align their abstract ideals with their reality. Ruling is hard, we get to see every aspect of this in a story that values realism and internal conflict ("a human heart in conflict with itself"). But we shouldn't get side-tracked by the pragmatic elements of the story and confuse an arc centered around survival and individual ascension to power with a ruling arc. A ruling arc in that context is not just about the specific character's survival or well-being or growth (unlike what fandom often believes), because ruling is not a reward for individual struggle, it is not a prize, it is not a token. A fulfilling ruling arc is about what the characters can do for others, what they do for the world around them, what they want that world to be, how they try to implement their ideals and contribute to a structural collective change. "We must fight the good fight". This is high fantasy with strong romantic traits, it's not Succession and it is not Magnificent Century. It is definitely not Game of Thrones, a show that treats its characters as mere players in a fight for survival and domination, while completely erasing the progressive, even revolutionary political aspects of some arcs in the book. In Game of Thrones, it's only fitting that it is in fact Sansa who becomes QINT. She struggled, she suffered, she won, great. It's all about her. There is no large, collective scope to be found here. The characters that had that scope were shown to be delusional and got punished for it.

But in the book, these core elements of a ruling art are just not present in Sansa's arc and I don't see them being present in the future books if we ever get them. And that is why she's not going to become QINT, not because of her dead direwolf or the color of her hair.

Last observation: I am talking about a fulfilling ruling arc (fulfilling for the reader), and this might raise some questions. Yes, in a story that values realism and internal conflict, characters don't always get "what they deserve" in universe, and their arcs can't necessarily be considered "fulfilling" from an extradiegetic perspective either. There is nothing particularly "fulfilling" about Rob and Cat's fate from the outside, and they definitely don't "deserve" what they got in universe. So it is true that character progression doesn't necessarily need to be "fulfilling" in the sense of "satisfying". It does need to be meaningful and coherent though, and it does have to serve as a vehicle for a broader message. That's what I personally qualify as "fulfilling", "earned" or ""deserved". There was a reason why Cat and Rob had to die, this didn't happen randomly just for shock value. In the ruling question, yes, characters will not end up as rulers in the end just because they "deserve" it for being decent and brave people (ruling is not a reward). That is true, things don't work that way. But the one that ends up as a ruler will not just get there randomly, while the characters that were preparing themselves for that role in universe end up dead, just because "realism" or "subversion". Their role and final position needs to hold meaning, it needs to feel truthful and substantial and make sense. This is a fictional world, things don't just happen just because. The author didn't spend thousands of pages showing us characters struggling to rule at a very high personal cost just to cast them aside in the end because "nobody gets what they deserve oops sorry". That's just a cheap Game of Thrones cop-out.

tl;dr: yes Sansa is not going to become QINT but not for the reasons you mention.

[so-i-did-this-thing]

Hello! Sorry to hop in your inbox without introducing myself, but I was hoping you might have some ideas or suggestions for a question I’ve been having. Do you know of or have suggestions for vintage clothing for us trans men who are…well, vertically challenged? I’ve scoured most of your asks and your recommendations for vintage clothes and they’re wonderful, but it seems like most of them would swallow me up at 5’1”. And I’ve found some sites for more modern wear, but very little for vintage styles.

It feels like there’s only so much a tailor could do. Are there options out there, or should I be moving figuring out a sewing machine up my list of things to do?

Heya!

Thomas Farthing's "made to order" suits are the same price as what's in stock. It's still off-the-rack sizing, but they go as small as a 32S for the coat, 32R for the waistcoat, and 28/28 for the trousers.

I find their cut to be a middle slider between vintage and modern (trousers sit a bit too low, waistcoats are a bit too long, overall a bit more ease than I'd expect), so check the measurements and see if they work for you.

Another option is to aggressively hunt for true vintage. I see small sizes quite often, as teens would be wearing suits in many situations. Gem.app is a search engine that scours second-hand sites.

The vintage menswear group on facebook has folks selling both true and new vintage from time to time. The group also has custom tailors that specialize in vintage fashion that regularly post, and many of their prices are very reasonable.

New vintage is also very popular in the Asian markets, so of my recommendations, do always check the size tables. Sites like Bronson and Olderbest, I often have to go up 1 or even 2 sizes.

As for alterations, your trousers are likely the best bet for getting them to fit, assuming it's mainly the length you need tweaked. Changing the fit of a suit coat is difficult when you're slight -- if the shoulders don't already fit, don't bother. You have a little wriggle room with the length, but not too much because of the pocket balance. Sleeves will likely be the easiest to shorten, though those again can only go so far before buttons get thrown off. Beyond all that, another option is a tailor that caters to the queer community. There are several out there (whose bread and butter is wedding suits), but I can't personally vouch for any or confirm if they do vintage cuts -- I'm hoping perhaps some of my followers might.

Also -- I'm not sure if you're on T, but if you aren't yet and are planning to start soonish, I'd discourage getting any nice clothes for at least a year, maybe even a bit longer. I'm still slight, but some of my sizing changed drastically, especially in the neck (went from a 13" to nearly a 15" in dress shirts) and shoulders (I have been fitting 38R coats more often, when I used to be a solid 36R).

Good luck!

[secretlittlerandezvous]

New Chapter - Pierre-Luc Dubois

Summary: When Y/n discovers she’s pregnant, a wave of emotions overwhelms her. She breaks down in tears before she can tell Pierre.

Words: 624

Note: This has been sitting in my inbox for 4 years and I never got to write it. Until today.

Y/n sat on the edge of their bed, staring at the two solid pink lines on the test beside her. Her hands trembled as she gripped the edge of the mattress, her mind a chaotic whirlwind of emotions. Excitement. Fear. Disbelief. Love.

She heard the front door open, followed by the familiar sound of paws skittering across the floor as their dogs rushed to greet Pierre. His voice carried through the house, soft and full of love as he greeted them.

"Hey, where's your mom, huh?" he asked the dogs.

Her heart pounded as his footsteps grew closer. She tried to steady her breathing, but the moment he stepped into the room, all the emotions she’s been holding back crashed over her like a wave.

Pierre’s smile disappeared immediately. "Hey… what’s wrong?" His brows furrowed together as he crossed the room in two long strides. "Talk to me, babe."

She tried. She really did. But instead of words, a broken sob tore from her throat.

His face shifted from confusion to alarm. "Whoa, hey, hey," he murmured, dropping to his knees in front of her. His large hands landed gently on her thighs, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles over her leggings. "What happened? Are you hurt?"

Y/n shook her head quickly, but the tears kept coming, her shoulders shaking under the weight of everything she was feeling.

Pierre cupped her face, his thumbs catching the tears as they fell. His voice was softer now, full of concern. "Baby, you’re scaring me."

She sniffled, squeezing her eyes shut for a second before finally forcing the words out. "I’m pregnant."

Silence.

She hesitated before cracking her eyes open, just in time to see his lips part slightly, his breath hitching. His hands slid from her face, his gaze dropping to the test she had clenched in her fist.

"You-" He exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair before looking back up at her. "You’re pregnant?"

She nodded, her grip tightening on the test. "I-I didn’t know how to tell you, and I just-“ Another sob cut her off as fresh tears welled in her eyes. "I’m scared, Pierre."

His expression softened instantly, and before she could spiral further, he pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly against his chest. His lips pressed into her hair as one of his hands ran up and down her back, grounding her.

"It’s okay," he murmured, his voice steady despite the slight tremor beneath it. "You and me, we’ve got this, Y/n."

She clung to him, her fists curling into the fabric of his hoodie. "It’s just… everything’s going to change."

Pierre pulled back slightly, just enough to tip her chin up so she had no choice but to meet his gaze. "Yeah, it is," he admitted. "And I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t scared too." He let out a breathy laugh, shaking his head. "I mean, a tiny human? Depending on us? That’s terrifying."

She let out a watery laugh.

"But," he continued, brushing a few damp strands of hair from her face, "we’ve built something pretty damn great, haven’t we? You, me, and our dogs."

She nodded, sniffling.

"And now, we get to add another member to the family." His hand drifted hesitantly to her stomach, fingers moving over the fabric. "This is our baby, Y/n." His voice was quiet, almost in awe. "Ours."

Her heart swelled as she placed her hand over his. "Ours."

Pierre exhaled, the weight of the moment settling in, but this time, when he looked at her, there was no hesitation.

"Okay," he said, his lips curling into that familiar lopsided grin. "Let’s do this. Let’s be parents."

Y/n laughed, finally feeling the last bit of fear slip away.

[thegospelofhaven]

Finale day

Today is Finale Day and that means I get to get sappy.

No show is made in a vacuum and it takes a village SO!

I want to thank my team.

Jack, my sister in meat, my number one broski, my sun my moon my big burger in the sky.

I would not have written this show without you. Being able to sit down together every week for a full goddamn year and crack a cider made creating something to look forward to, not a job or a chore. Thank you for your time, for your wonderful script edits, for your enthusiasm. Meat Gang Forever.

Ash, I truly believe you are my biggest fan and for that I am eternally grateful. I know we don’t talk much about our disparate ages, but having a prolific and immensely talented creator who is a Real Adult and who  I respect  be so excited about what I do means so much. Your believing in me really made me believe in myself. Thank you for your wonderful script notes throughout this process.

Derrick, I don’t pay you enough. Really I don’t. 

The amount of skill and work you bring to the table every single week, your enthusiasm and your cheerfulness and your creativity have helped define this show. The soundscape is gross, and wet,  and horrifying, and beautiful, and you deliver it all with a smile and a joke every week. Thank you.

Dana, did you think when you started to train me 4 years ago we’d end up here? You have been my guide and my mentor as I went from a crippling anxious 19 year old kid to a confident adult. Thank you for helping me become who I am today and thank you for putting your all into this project. The music is the thing everyone comments on first, and that’s thanks to you.

Skip, I have not written a thing in the last 5 years that has not had an album of yours in the background. Your work is amazing and Inspiring, and I’m so grateful you were willing to bring your incredible talent to this show. I promise to keep playing it on the way to the club. It’s just too funny to stop.

Merlin, thank you for taking my vague ass “what if heart but glass? Idk, meat?” Guidance and making the gorgeous beautiful art for this show. I love it. I have it on bags and t shirts and it’s my phone background now. Everyone judges a pod by its cover, and you’ve managed to encapsulate the entire vibe of what Haven Is in one image.

My chorus: Devin, Loggerhead, Jesse, Ashlee, Jack, Tal, Katrina, Alex, Jessy. When I rolled up to your inbox with a document full of lines like “I have ten dollars I’m sorry I don’t have more would you be willing to do me a solid?” And giving me the most gloriously  horrific cacophony I could ask for. Half of you wouldn't even let me pay you for it. All of you were willing to help a friend. Thank you.

Kale, I’m so sorry I made a podcast that’s too wet for me to listen to, but in my defense it was funny. Thank you for being my friend, my gossip buddy, my colleague, and the first person to encourage me as a writer, even if I was bitching the whole time. 

Janine, I have admired your work since the first time I heard it. Kale teases me for picking favorites but come on. Your range, your emotion, your total and utter commitment to every part you’re given, and your cheer and professionalism make you a joy to work with. When I started writing I’d planned to narrate myself if I couldn’t pay actors. But as soon as Rebecca came out on the page, I knew I wasn’t capable of the kind of acting it would require. From that moment forward, this role was written for you because I could think of no one who could embody the complicated, incredible, horrible woman that is Rebecca more than you could. Thank you for bringing her to life.

B, my heart, my honeybee my dear dear friend, I know I’ve told you how much your work inspired me when I was starting out as a podcaster. Who’s life HASNT Been changed by the silt verses?? I was so intimidated to meet you. But you are one of the kindest, most positive, most joyful people I have ever met. You are a pleasure to work with, to game with, to chat with. You send me poems and cookies in the mail for no reason other than that you are just incandescent. You bring so much light into this world by being in it. Thank you for giving your amazing skill and talent to this project, and thank you for being my friend.

Pacific you didn’t think you were getting out of this did you? Nuh uh.

Thank you for taking a chance on this, and for taking a chance on me. Thank you for seeing a 19 year old kid with no training, severe anxiety issues and an empty bank account and seeing the potential in me. Thank you for providing me work when I most needed the cash. Thank you for allowing me the freedom to quit my shitty job and spend my life devoted to creation. Thank you for pretending to tolerate eels, I know that puts a lot of strain on you. Thank you for helping me grow so much as a creator and a person over the last five years. I love you. If you don’t send me your late audio they will never find your body.

Thank you to everyone who has been on this journey with me for the last year and a half- my best friends who have listened to me ramble, have shouted out the show to their friends and family, my sister for keeping me in matcha lattes so I can write (it’s vital), Josh for letting me ask any business question without judgement or treating me as less than an equal, Kevin for your early notes, Meg for your beautiful meat sounds, the Siltcord folks for your boundless enthusiasm, Lou for tolerating my medical questions, my fellow creators who have shouted out the show.

Thank you for listening. Thank you for enjoying.

The Gospel of Haven will return for Season 2 when it’s good and ready. 

[lilislegacy]

i saw your post about percy and annabeth kiss in boo and how you think it’s ridiculous that people think percy and annabeth are better as friends. well guess what? i’m one of those people. i hate how the main male and female leads are always forced together and that’s exactly what riordan did too. percy and annabeth would have been so much stronger if they had stayed this super amazing platonic friendship where everyone thinks they are going to date but they are like nah we just besties. and i think seeing that is a lot more powerful than just another badly written teenage romance. their chemistry feels forced and unauthentic, they obviously get annoyed with each other way too easily to be in a relationship, and they become dangerously co-dependent. and fine, maybe they would date for a few years since everyone would make them feel like that’s what they are supposed to do. but then i think they would realize that they are better off as friends and don’t actually have romantic attraction for each other. and that’s exactly what i think would happen if the author was true to their characters and not just writing for himself. but honestly i think there is a solid chance that they are both asexual, which there is a TON of evidence of, and wouldn’t even want to date in the first place. so sorry not sorry but percy and annabeth are definitely better as friends, and the people who don’t get strangely obsessed and attached to a basic and forced romantic pairing can see all the evidence in the books as to why.

ok this has been sitting in my inbox for a bit. i have almost answered it in several different ways, one being just saying “that’s an opinion!” but i think im just going to react to it honestly.

you have every right to believe whatever you want to believe. your imagination is your own. go crazy. or don’t. but it’s your own opinion and you have every right to have it.

however, to openly claim that the author isn’t staying true to their characters is not your right, because he is the one who invented them. they are his creations, so he’s actually the only one who knows exactly what’s right for them. the characters are based off of him and his wife who he has been married to for many many years - who are still very much in love with each other to this day - so i think percy and annabeth are actually one of the most authentic romantic pairings of all time. i am sorry that you don’t pick up on their naturally written chemistry and attraction for each other, because i think it’s a very important part of the story. it’s a very important part of their characters and their actions.

and you are absolutely right about one thing: they are best friends and love each other very much in a platonic way, and we DO see that a lot! it’s very clear that they are best friends first, and have that as a strong foundation. but they also have more there. they have strong romantic, and some implied sexual, feelings on top of it. and that’s okay too. it’s possible to have both a strong friendship and a passionate romance. that’s what makes them such an incredible pairing, in my opinion. they grow together. they start off as platonic friends and turn into young adults who are very much in love. it’s very natural, especially given everything they go through together.

so you can totally hc them as being just friends. thats okay! but i don’t think it’s okay to call other people wrong or blind or “strangely obsessed and attached” for believing in a romantic pairing that is very much supposed to be romantic.

thank you for the ask. have a nice day :)

[feartoxinjelloshot]

i'm VERY curious to know more about your version of query/sugar and echo/spice combining them was so huge brained of you. can you tell me more about them :)

this ask has been sitting in my inbox for quite literally just over a year so i apologize for it not seeing the light of day until now. my brain is very fickle about when it will let me say words out loud and when i need to sit in the soup for a while and marinate my thoughts until they make sense. but the day has arrived! hark!

SOOOO. query and echo / sugar and spice! for comprehension's sake, dierdre is query/sugar/? and nina is echo/spice/? - i'll call them by their real names so that it doesn't become insufferable to read. you may have noticed that i added an extra "?" category to each of their titles. this is because i've decided that as a natural continuation of the gimmick of their characters, they also work as backup performers for music meister in their spare time, but i haven't decided on shownames for them yet.

they're fairly stagnant background characters in my au so i don't plan to develop them to any particular extreme depths, but the kind of ongoing comedic subplot that they're involved with is that throughout their stints as edward's henchwomen they're also simultaneously working for twoface as his henchwomen, and i think maybe twoface knows about their 'other job' but edward doesn't, and he gets flustered over them quote-unquote cheating on him with another boss even though it's literally just a business arrangement and he never said they couldn't work for anyone else, etc, and twoface gives them way better work benefits anyway really eddie should be lucky to have them, come on now 🙄 and of course this only escalates when edward figures out that they are also working for music meister. behind his back! the entire time!!!! the whole thing is very looney tunes.

outside of their jobs, nina and dierdre are fairly average (if insane) freelance workers who just want to cover rent. they have a strange symbiotic relationship that i labeled as 'queerplatonic' on the relationship chart i made but honestly, i don't think i can categorize it in any fully accurate manner. they're just kind of attached at the hip. package deal. two for one discount. buy one get one free (this being said they definitely have something casually sexual going on with edward. come on now. look at him). they make a pretty fair living in the goon-for-hire business and have avoided jail so far by virtue of an unexpectedly encyclopedic knowledge of labor exploitation laws that has allowed them to weasel out of any direct charges. it also helps that the only competent attorney in gotham city is currently running a solid third of the mafia, so they don't exactly have much to go up against.

[apprenticestanheight]

hi!! i have a request :) would it be okay if you wrote a specs x transmasc reader where the reader gets specs to help him with a testosterone shot?? its totally okay if no tho!! have a good day :)

T - specs x transmasc! reader

hi nonnie!! I'm sorry this took a while--this one has been sitting in my drafts for a good few weeks now and I've had it written for just as long. My object permanence is the absolute fuckin' worst, however, and I, admittedly, forgot to edit this before today because of getting distracted by other projects and also getting so anxious I physically could not will myself to get out of bed multiple days in a row since you sent this one into my inbox.

HOWEVER, I did get my shit together today (started on medication for adhd because I told my dr I thought I had it and we're testing it out to see if it works for me to help with those symptoms + anxiety management wot wot) and so, here this is!! I am, once again, sorry for the delay, and I promise if you send another request in I will do my best to do it that week.

fic type - this is fluffy!!

warnings - there are mentions of needles in this

In the five years since you'd come out and the five and a half since you and Specs had started dating, you'd only asked him to help you with your weekly testosterone shot maybe twice in the three and a half years since you'd finally gotten through all of the necessary hoops and had been able to start taking it.

Normally, you could do it yourself without a hitch, sometimes a little squeamish at the sight of the needle, but that Friday you'd asked him to help because he did it a bit quicker than you did--even if by just a solid second or two--while the two of you were on a time crunch in a rush to meet Elise and Tucker. Also, somewhat, as a way to squeeze a bit more time with him out of your day because you had to work an eight hour shift from 3-11, and when you got home he'd either be reading a comic while half asleep or asleep on your side of the bed in your absence.

He agrees to your ask without questioning it, getting the shot ready while you talk to him about how work has been because you've worked a string of evening shifts for the past three weeks and have been too drained to talk about it the next day. He happily listens, occasionally commenting where it's appropriate to make a remark or agree with an opinion you hold about a coworker, though he also acknowledges that he only has your bias to base an opinion on and not his own.

"Thank you for this, by the way," you murmur as you're standing up to pull your pants down to your thighs. "I know I could've done it myself, but I've missed you a lot lately and wanted to squeeze in an extra few minutes."

That remark brings out a soft smile from Specs, given to you as you're sitting back down. A second later, you can see the debate as to whether or not he wants to give you a forehead kiss occur in his expressions before he pauses, presses a quick but somewhat lingering kiss to your forehead, one of his hands reaching up to cup your cheek.

"I've missed you too, for what it's worth," Specs says. "Elise has kept us busy with her clients and Tucker and I have kept ourselves busy with Spectral Sightings stuff, but we've not seen much of each other lately and it's been hard."

You've missed him so terribly that it hurts, and there have been multiple points in the lulls of your evening shifts wherein you've been tempted to just pick up the phone and call him. You haven't for fear of being judged and seeming co-dependent, but you're at a point where you don't care how co-dependent it makes you seem. You're allowed to miss him when you're working evenings and don't get much of a chance to see him except for in your easier mornings.

You're nodding your agreement with his sentiments as he finishes getting your shot ready. You watch the needle go in, unblinking and relatively unphased, grabbing a "fun" Band-Aid--one shaped like a ghost, one of many from a Band-Aid kit gifted to you by Tucker for your birthday that year--to place over it as the slight pain from the injection settles and the needle is removed.

You pull your pants back up and rake your hands through your hair as Specs discards the needle properly, ever the one to be cautious about how your injection needles are handled, and you're thanking him as you put your testosterone away as it's meant to be stored.

He does a bit of idle cleaning while you finish getting ready, and you wind up stealing one of his button downs to wear over a black shirt. You kiss his cheekbone as he tosses you your keys, and the two of you leave your shared house hand in hand, so full of contentment that you already know how happy you seem is bound to make Tucker fake a gag while he smiles.

[kiitoskiitos]

My copy of mutilation grindset arrived today. When I initially ordered, it was entirely because of the recent august comic and I knew nothing else of your work - I was simply moved, and suddenly I needed it.

I'm reading through the rest now, particularly the essay that begins with the Preciado quote and I'm so very grateful I've been able to read this, despite not expecting it. I hate gender - when it comes to me, personally, and my inability to align myself with it. I've always been trans, but not trans in the way I felt was expected of me, somehow incorrect. Always looking at trans people who seemed to be able to pick a side and fully commit to it, and cis people who never needed to, and finding myself wanting *that* surety but unable to take it.

I think I can be whatever I am, though. I think I'm going to stop searching for the labels that fit my gender, my sexuality, my everything.

You've helped me immensely on this random Thursday of no particular importance, slipping through my letterbox with the usual ads and flyers. I'm still a work in progress, but now I feel I actually know what I might be progressing towards.

Apologies if this is too personal for your ask box. Just know you've helped me, I don't need a response.

I'm very grateful, thank you.

this ask has been sitting in my inbox for a long while because i didn't know how to word how much it means to me. thank you so much for sending this! one thing that's really important to me is to change the idea of identity only being solid and secure when labeled.

tho the increasing popularity of "queer" as an identity is a sign of progress, having no label is still often misinterpreted as questioning or not discussed at all. it took me years to finally understand that feeling connected to labeling is a subjective and not objective experience, that i propably wouldn't ever find "the right one" since to me labels in themselves felt foreign. even though just like you, i have always and will always be trans. obviously i don't think everyone should be non-label, but i've actually been a bit surprised how rare gender abolitionist etc. thinking is among queer discussion. though maybe im not looking in the right places, or interpreting these very subjective and hard to word ideas wrong. but anyways, so glad to find someone who relates to some of these thoughts, this text is very touching :,,,3 sending love <3

my life has many times been altered for the better by queer people before me, so it's very meaningful for me to see myself now take my part in the chain of information and ideas. thank you again <3 going to prolly write more about labels and why we have this craving toward them, i think it relates to western thinking, assimilation obsession and medicalisation, at least.

[dykelawlight]

top 5 lines from YOUR fics // top 5 lines from other people's fics!

Monica this ask has been sitting in my inbox for quite literally a calendar year and I keep meaning to do it and today I finally finished it (because I have other tasks to do so naturally I'm focusing on my gay little Death Note blog). Apologies for the delay, which is so severe I probably should be ritually killed, but here it is. I limited myself to 1 fic per author because otherwise SOME people would have taken up the entire list with their brilliant work.

My own fics, in no particular order:

1. to love and be loved by me

He rips up pressed tofu with his hands, more violently than strictly required, and drops it into the pot piece by feather-edged piece, and the whole time the thing is touching him, its lips faint against his neck, and Light is thinking about smashing his hand against the burner until its outline brands his palm just to feel something that isn’t this, this soft tease he used to ask nicely for with enough goading, and his head wants to fall back panting and there is nothing there to catch it, so instead Light clenches his trapezius until it hurts, the chill pressed to his back not doing anything to help.

2. speak through fingers

L snickers. Despite his better angels, he likes Light. Light is funny and sharp and mean and is showing L rather more of himself right now than he shows almost anyone else, from what L can determine from his records and the behavior he’s demonstrated under surveillance. Of course, probably a solid 85% of it is an act, but it’s a translucent act, a gossamer veil of falsehood with Light’s actual self blurrily visible beneath. If he wasn’t such a particularly prolific serial killer, L would keep him.

3. Who Shall Be Debased, And Who Exalted

“For exculpating me,” Mikami pants, harsh with the exertion of keeping himself still, “of my transgressions. For forgiving my base nature. For allowing me to serve God and to receive his punishment.”

4. Offensive Maneuver

It just goes on, long after Light thinks it should stop, much longer than the kind of orgasm any decent person should have, and she’s shaking and moaning and there might be tears in her eyes and she’s lost count of the number of times she’s said L’s name, over and over while L pounds steadily at that deep spot inside her she’d never even thought to try to reach. She is maybe having a seizure?

5. WIP just for good measure: sorry for the slow update

“Hello,” Light says stiffly, realizing L is still waiting. He shakes his hand, because it’s the polite thing to do, and he does so firmly enough to impart to L that he will not be taken to a secondary location alive.

Other people's fics:

1. My Cold Deep Home by tsukinousagi/@lightyakami

He says, “Just don’t look back. That’s all you need to do. Just walk and walk and don’t look back and he can come out of the dark and the dirt and you can be together again. You killed him and that was a mistake but he doesn’t care anymore because it hurts so much, all the way down at the bottom of those stairs. He’ll forgive you, Light-kun. He’ll forgive every little thing you ever did and everything you’re going to do.”

2. transference by praise_lilith/@lightyaoigami (who you may know)

“For what?” Light stared at his reflection in his coffee mug. It was an exact replica of the coffee L would make him a decade ago. “For me to marry some woman? Cheat incessantly with random men who looked like you?”  L picked his cuticles, unwilling to meet Light’s eyes.  “I know now that I was trying to relive a moment from ten years ago, a moment with you, and after that moment you tore my memory out and you never even tried to find me.”

3. Supping On The Blood Of God by AdoxographicGrim/@grimalkinmessor

Another reason Mikami is his favorite; he is smart enough to know that Light is portentous, to recognize the beast that skulks about behind his pleasant, heavenly facade...and yet Mikami cannot bear to pull himself out of Light's orbit. He offers up his neck in submission, knowing that Light could choose to tear out his throat at any moment—perhaps even hoping that he will. But still, Mikami is a pious man.

4. Take Me With You or Let Me Follow by WhyDoesEverythingHappenSoMuch/@god-of-this-new-blog

Every bucket is spilling over with killing L. The thought of killing L is water or a darker fluid. It cusps the shiny lips of all those shiny buckets. Killing L is thicker than water so it slides, viscous, down the clean metal faces of the pails. The liquid runs in rivulets down the metal and drips off into the open, waiting void. And then the void is full too. The liquid rises, filling the space like a breached hull, a ship taking on water. One could choke on killing L because of its viscosity and slightly bitter taste. 

5. tell me i'm good by avoidfilledwithcelluloid/@translightyagami

The boy on the phone with L was a foreign object stabbed through that smooth voice L heard almost everyday. To hear that voice ask to be fucked created cognitive dissonance, which rattled L – a mirror reflection back at another mirror, separate only at the edges. He blinked and realized Light was still speaking.

[fluffyllamas-23]

Okay so nobody asked for this, and I promise I am working on the prompts in my inbox. But I just finished season 1 of OFMD again and now I’m mad at Stede for doing what he did. So here’s an AU where they’re actually happy lmao. Ed owns a restaurant and Stede owns a bookshop.

Stede ducks into one of the restaurants on his way from his bookshop to the parking garage. He closes his umbrella and stomps on the mat in front of the door to dry off his shoes. It’s been pouring for the better part of last night and all this morning, and although he’s only been walking for a couple of minutes, he’s wet and cold and in the mood to warm up. 

He was planning on just getting in his car and going home, but it had smelled so good when he walked past. 

Blackbeard’s Bar & Grill. He’d been meaning to try it out, but since it’s a fairly new restaurant, he hadn’t had the chance yet. 

Until now, at least.

It’s an unassuming restaurant from the outside - some seating, a chalkboard listing the specials for the week, and a few plants adorning the front. When he steps inside, though, he immediately feels comforted, and he’s not sure exactly how or why. It feels like the perfect place to bring a book and curl up in one of the big chairs by the fireplace. 

He feels like he’s home. 

Despite how chill the ambiance is inside, it’s bustling with activity. There are people at nearly every table, and the bar is full.  As he glances around the room, trying to find a waitress or someone who can seat him. 

As he looks around the room, his eyes fall on what must be the most beautiful human being he’s ever seen in his life.  The man is behind the bar, chatting with a customer. His face is bright and vibrant, and he throws his head back as he laughs at whatever the customer said to him. His long, gray hair is pulled back into a low bun with a few tendrils out, framing his (beautiful, beautiful) face.

Stede’s got butterflies in his stomach that increases tenfold as the man looks at him and they lock eyes. 

He says something to the customer, never taking his eyes off of Stede, and then he’s walking over to him. 

Stede’s eyes widen as he approaches him.  

“Hi, there,” the man says softly, flashing him a charming grin. “I’m Ed. Welcome to my bar. Can I seat you?”

“H-hi,” Stede says, clearing his throat. He bites his lip to try and keep from smiling like an idiot. His eyes drop to the ground as maintaining eye contact suddenly makes him way more nervous than it ever has before. 

Ed leads him to a table in the corner, apologizing that it’s the only table he has available, but offers a booth if Stede doesn’t mind waiting. Stede declines the offer - he’s starving and all he wants to do is sit down and eat whatever it is that smells so good. 

He ends up staying all night, past closing. He and Ed have fallen deep into conversation, and soon, the night turns into the early hours of the morning. It’s hands down the best night Stede has had in the longest time. 

Ed feels the same, really. 

Stede makes Blackbeard’s Bar & Grill a regular stop after he leaves work for the day, and Ed learns to look forward to 5pm every day. 

They talk every time he comes in - sometimes Ed is so busy that he only has time for a brief conversation, other times (which, let’s be real, is most of the time), he sits with Stede and they talk for hours. 

Perks of being the owner.

They talk about everything. They talk about how Stede was married once, years ago, but things ended because neither of them were in love, and Stede realized he was gay. They talk about how Ed hasn’t had a real relationship…ever. He’s had a lot of one night stands, but no real, solid partnership, and all he wants is to have a significant other that he can come home to at night. Someone to love who loves him. They talk about their friends, their hobbies, their hopes and dreams and what they want out of life. Before they know it, they’re alternating who’s place they sleep at each night and spending most weekends together.

The relationship just feels so easy and so right. It’s like they’re both the missing puzzle piece the other didn’t realize their lives were missing. 

They just…fit.

*

“Oh, Ed!” Stede chirps out, pushing the front door open with his foot as he balances the drink carrier in one hand, and bags food in the other. 

He and Ed had decided to take the day off and spend it together. They’ve been dating for eight months at this point, and they like to do this once or twice every couple of months. They like to just be able to focus on each other and nothing else. 

Stede suggested they do that today when he noticed just how tired and rundown Ed has seemed lately. He figures Ed could probably use a day off to recharge and reset.

Ed was still asleep when Stede had woken up, and he figured he’d run out to their favorite breakfast place to pick up something to surprise Ed with.  

“Stede?” A hoarse, sleepy voice calls from the bedroom. “That you?”

Stede winces. Ed sounds like he just woke up, and he’s kicking himself for not coming in quieter. 

He sets everything down on the table. “Sorry! Were you asleep? Thought when you texted me earlier you were up for the day.”

Ed doesn’t respond immediately, but from the other room, Stede hears shuffling, and then coughing. Stede grimaces. So that’s why he’s seemed so rundown lately. He’d been getting sick.

“Fuck,” Ed croaks, rubbing his chest. He trudges out of the bedroom,  “I think I must have dozed off after I texted you. Sorry”

“That’s okay,” Stede frowns. “Ed…are you okay? You don’t sound great.”

“Think I'm sick,” Ed croaks, scowling as he rubs at his nose. “Pain in the fuckin’ ass.”

“Sit down,” Stede instructs, gesturing to the couch. “What do you need, sweetheart? Have you had any medicine?”

Ed shakes his head, dropping down onto the couch, “not yet…been hoping I could will it away by the time you got back.”

He looks so put out and offended that he hadn’t been able to accomplish that, and Stede does his best not to laugh at the situation. 

Stede’s lips quirk, “how’s that working for you?”

Ed shrugs, slumping back into the cushions while Stede rifles through the medicine cabinet.  “Not great. I think it’s a lost cause.”

“I think it is too, darling. Here,” Stede says, handing him a glass of water and two pills. “These should help.”

Ed’s quiet for a few moments, and then, in a small voice, “sorry I’m ruining our day off.”

“Ed, look at me,” Stede frowns, crouching down in front of him, cupping his cheek. “What are you talking about? You’re not ruining anything. I’m just sorry you’re sick.”

Ed averts his gaze, “it’s probably not a big deal. I just need a nap.”

“Okay,” Stede nods. He tucks a lock of Ed’s hair behind his ear and kisses his forehead, lips lingering a second longer than normal to try and feel for a fever. He doesn’t feel warm, and Stede is hoping it stays that way.  “Let’s start with a nap, then. Want to go back to the bedroom? I’ll be right there.”

By the time Stede makes his way into the bedroom, Ed is all settled in bed, half asleep.  When Stede walks in, he gives him a sleepy grin. 

“Thought you’d never come.”

Stede climbs into bed next to him, smiling softly as Ed immediately curls up against him.  He rests his head on Stede’s chest, draping an arm across his middle. Stede strokes Ed’s hair. “And miss an opportunity to snuggle with my best guy? Never.”

*

Ed wakes with a start, chest heaving as he glances around the room wildly. He can’t remember what he was dreaming about, but he knows that whatever it was, was enough to send him into a panic. He needs to calm down, because all it’s making him do is cough, and cough, and cough.

Stede is right there, shushing him and petting his hair until he’s finally calmed down enough to take stock of how he’s feeling. 

He feels like ass, for lack of a better word. 

His head is throbbing, pulsating in his eyes and forehead. He can feel the congestion shifting in his head, and he turns away from Stede to muffle a harsh double into the blankets.  He sniffles a few times, which triggers another rough coughing fit. He grimaces - his throat feels raw, like he’s been screaming for hours.  

“Bless you,” Stede winces, rubbing his back. “I was going to ask how you’re feeling, but I think I have my answer.”

Ed groans, burying his face in Stede’s chest. “I hate this.”

His voice is nearly gone, and talking hurts. 

He coughs a few more times, eyelids drooping as a shiver runs down his spine. He can’t remember the last time he was sick, and he had forgotten just how awful it is. 

On the bright side, now he’s with Stede and he finally doesn’t have to deal with any of this by himself.

Stede smooths Ed’s hair back, “how’s tea sound, hmm?”

“Fucking amazing,” Ed croaks, looking up at Stede.

“I want to find the thermometer, too,” he says, pressing a hand to Ed’s forehead. “You’re burning up. Let me up. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

Ed forces himself up and off of Stede, a feat in and of itself. His muscles ache and protest every movement he makes, and all he wants is for whatever the hell he caught to fuck right off to where it came from. 

He flops backwards into the pillows, his lungs feel like they’re rubbing together with each cough, and they feel like they’re threatening to eject themselves from his chest. 

All he feels up to is lying here while Stede takes care of everything, and normally that would make him feel guilty, but you know what?

After all of the years he’s spent on his own, having to take care of himself and after all the years he hasn’t had anyone to lean on, he really loves being able to just lay there and not do anything. 

And he loves Stede.

[beck-a-leck]

Hello, what are your headcanon ages for the 3ot characters?😊

Oh my gosh, Nonny, this ask has been sitting in my inbox since January, and I completely forgot about it! it must have come in shortly after I answered a similar ask about the RF4 characters ages and then just fell through one of the swiss cheese holes in my brain. 😓 Sorry about that!

Funny coincidence, I've recently gotten back into playing 3oT, so all of the characters are fresh in my mind. So I guess I was cleaning out my inbox at just the opportune moment.

3oT has a ton of characters, so I'm assuming you're asking about the Marriage Candidates as opposed to Every Single Character. And I don't have any real solid numbers, just more like general age-ranges for the characters. So here goes!

Holly/Henry - They're young adults. Young enough to still be living at home with their parents (which for an American-coded family is not something that typically happens past the earliest of your 20s in fiction), and not yet have settled into a career. I know in Earth and Rebirth, I wrote Holly as being 21 (20 when the story starts), and I based that strongly off the vibes I got from the game. When you start the game your parents seem ready and accepting that the player character wants to set off on their own because you are of that age, the only push back comes when the PC says they want to be a farmer. So yeah, I really seem them as being a very young adult, no older than a recent college graduate, so in the 18-23 age range.

Lisette - She's in her mid-20s, I think. She says once that she took over the flower shop from her parents after she finished horticulture school, which I imagine was like a college program or some equivalent. So her years from 18-22 were likely spent in school. And I also believe she mentioned having run the shop for a few years by the time the game starts, so I've always placed her around 24-27ish. She could easily be read as older, she doesn't get specific about her age, and since this game does better than most with regards to characters close to 30 complaining about their age.

Wayne - He's a mid to late 20s guy. I think he mentions having lived in Westown for several years by the beginning of the game after getting assigned there as the postman. He doesn't talk about other previous assignments, but that doesn't mean he didn't have any. I believe he did mention doing the "normal schooling" before he became a postman, so it's possible he went to college as well and didn't start working until he was in his early 20s. But even getting "several" years into his 20s that can still put him at 23-25 at the young end. But I can easily see Wayne being anywhere from 25-30.

Ford - He's definitely in his 30s. I'd have to say somewhere in his mid-30s if I needed to be specific. He's a doctor, and assuming he didn't fast track himself through college and med school and graduate med school at an early age, then he would have been about 26 at the end of med school. There's mention of Ford having been Westown's doctor for the better part of a decade, so following that logic he's probably somewhere from 34-37. He's definitely the oldest of the marriage candidates (not counting the supernatural ones)

Komari - She's a tricky one to place. Her general energy and mannerisms can definitely skew her to the younger end of the 20s. But at the same time, that could just make her appear younger than she really is. I don't remember much of her later events (and haven't seen them since I started my replay) but I remember her seeming to be caught between needing to figure out what to do/how to grow up and be taken seriously. But in her early dialogue she very quickly seems to take the PC under her wing keeping an eye on them like an older sibling might. I think given the mix, I tend to read her in her early to mid-20s. Grown up, but maybe not fully matured, and not yet seen as full grown in her father's eyes. So 22-25ish.

Kasumi - I think she's younger than Komari, not by much, maybe a year or two difference, but I think she is the younger of the two. If I recall correctly, she's still a relatively new teacher when you're introduced to her. So if she's finished her own schooling and just in the first couple years of being a teacher, she's probably somewhere from 21-24 years old.

Hinata - Like Holly/Henry, I think he's a young one. Probably the youngest marriage candidate. He's been in Tsuyukusa for a while when you meet him, I believe he came here to work for Moriya when he was 13, but he still hasn't been working there for as long as Shizu and Ittetsu. So probably less than 10 years. And given he's still seems to be in the early stages of his acting training when he mentions it, it points to him being younger. I've personally headcanoned him as the same age as the PC, but really he could be anywhere from 18-23 years old.

Yuzuki - He's another tricky one to place. Given his life experiences with his illness in his youth, and his continuing fight with chronic illness, it could very easily account towards "aging" him prematurely, so he looks older than he really is, not to mention forcing him to mature much faster than he otherwise might have. However, I think Komari mentions growing up with Yuzuki and being friends, and Hinata and him became friends shortly after Hinata moved into town. So I think their ages are pretty close, within a few years of each other. So I could happily put him around 23-26ish. But honestly, an argument could be made to put Yuzuki in his late-20s. Having been sick for so long could also just mean he made friends with whatever kids he could keep up with, and that would have been the ones younger than him.

Iluka and Siluka - being twins, obviously they're going to be the same age. I generally place them in their early to mid20s. Somewhere from 23-27 I think given their experiences as children they all matured a lot faster than they would have otherwise. And given their town's culture, once they were able to do real work, they started working. So they probably started their training as priestesses in their teens and have been at it for a while now. So even if they're young, they've still probably got a decade of experience under their belts. Arguments could be made for them to be older, but I think if they were closer to their 30s or in their 30s, they probably would be more like friends with Zahau and Caolila, but when they talk about those two, it's more like they were babysitters for the kids, as opposed to cool older friends.

Ludus - I've always headcanoned him as around the same age as the twins. Older, but within a year or two. So he's also mid20s. Same arguments for why he's not older as for the twins. Their experiences had them maturing faster, he was probably beginning his jack-of-all-trades work when he was still in his teens, though probably didn't start the heavy construction projects until he was older and more experienced. (and ya'know, despite the game's suggestion he can't be the only person building houses. there has to be a team of carpenters/construction workers who help him with the jobs) So like the twins, he's 23-27.

Now for the Special Candidates!

Stephanie - I could see her being in her late20s to early30s. She's clearly been at her MC career for a while by the time she settles down in Westown. She mentions having traveled and lived lots of places, but this is the first place she feels like wanting to settle in for the long term. So I can happily place her around the 26-32 age range.

Woofio - mild spoilers for his back story, but he's gotta be decades, if not over a century old. I don't remember if he specified how old he really is, but I know he's MUCH older than anybody else in the game (deities excluded). However, if I wanted to assign an age range to the way he acts, I think like Stephanie he's mid20s to early 30s. Old enough to have gotten lots of experience with animals, learning to care for them, and judge them, and build a career on the festival circuit. So 26-32 for him as well.

Inari - They're hard to pin down. Being a deity, I'm pretty sure they're several hundred years old, if not over 1000. They do mention something like for them aging one year is equivalent to humans aging 10 years. They also look very young. but they do insist to the PC that even if they might look childish, they are much much older and more mature than they look. However, given the way they act and behave, even if they're mature enough to be an adult, they're a very Young adult. Having never spoken to a human before, since mortals can't see them, they're very naive about a lot of things, particularly when it comes to relationships and such. if I had to stick an age on them, it's gonna be Babey Adult range, 17-19.

That's all a lot of text so the tl;dr version:

Holly/Henry: 18-23

Lisette: 24-27

Wayne: 25-30

Ford: 34-37

Komari: 22-25

Kasumi: 21-24

Hinata: 18-23

Yuzuki: 23-26

Iluka: 23-27

Siluka: 23-27

Ludus: 23-27

Stephanie: 26-32

Woofio: 26-32

Inari: 17-19

[partially-controlled-chaos]

I was asked by both @beardedladyqueen and @thoughts-of-bear about 5 things that make me happy and my dumbass completely forgot these were in my inbox so I’m so sorry for the delay in actually answering. BUT with that being said, I finally have answers! Thank you both so much for the ask! ❤️

1. Spooky shit. I LOVE spooky shit. Halloween. Horror movies. Ghost stories. The paranormal. Graveyards. The occult. Everything. I was absolutely watching horror movies I should NOT have been watching at like 5 years old and “Friday Night Scary Movie Night” was a staple in my household. Popcorn, really poorly made B rated horror movie, staying up late, and trying to not get scared was a weekly thing and I miss having those movie nights. But because of that my love for anything spooky has bled into my adult life and now it’s just a way of life. So if you ever want to swap ghost stories I’ll be your best friend. 👻

2. Early mornings. I mean like that wonderfully quiet time between 3am and 5:30am. If it’s staying up that late or waking up that early (exception being when I have to wake up at that time for work), I love that time of night/early morning. Things are usually quiet and peaceful and it’s just a really nice time to kind of just exist without the hustle of daily life. As given by my username, my life can be absolutely chaotic at times so it’s nice to be able to have moments to just kind of be. And in relation to the above point, late nights mean spooky times. And as a side note, that time of morning in Animal Crossing New Horizons is amazing.

3. Relaxing in spring/fall weather. Kind of related to the above topic, but when I can’t be up in the super early mornings, I love sitting outside when it’s nice weather in spring or fall and just unwind. I don’t do it as much now because I don’t have a yard, but when I was a kid I loved just laying out in a hammock in nice weather and either take a nap or read. I could get a hammock for my back porch but if I did that I’d have to fight off a horde of spiders and I would just rather not.

4. Playing nostalgic (to me) games. So in addition to spooky movie nights, playing video games was HUGE in my house. My mom started playing Crash Bandicoot on PS1 in the ye olden days of 1996 so I grew up playing that and Spryo the Dragon mostly. So now when I have down time between other games I play or am super stressed, I’ll replay the hell out of those games. I was overjoyed when they did the trilogies of both games for PS4 so now I can play them whenever I want and it’s fantastic. My PS2 and all my games were stolen so for a long time I didn’t have the ability to play my favorite games, so when they were remastered for a system I owed it was the happiest day of my life. Also grew up on the Sly Cooper series that became an absolute obsession for me for a solid decade so when they remastered it for the PS3 I was in absolute heaven.

5. Writing fan fiction. So this is not something new for me, but it’s something I’ve rediscovered (thank you Baldur’s Gate 3). I wrote fan fiction yearsssss ago when I was in high school, so like…2011-2016 I think is when I stopped? Really I think I stopped in 2014 but according to the trusty fanfiction account I posted one thing in 2016? Anyway, not important. I stopped writing when I got into college because things because more hectic, I was busy, life was absolutely kicking my ass, and the fandom I wrote for was dying down so eventually I just lost the desire to write. But now that I’ve gotten settled as an adult and thanks to the glory that is BG3, I’ve regained the desire and want to write again and it’s honestly so, so nice. I can’t write as frequently as I did when I was in high school, but damn do I enjoy it. I’ve found it’s a way I can express myself in ways that I actually feel confident in what I do. I can’t draw to save my life, but I do feel that writing is where I can be creative and feel good about it. May not always be the best work, but I have fun doing it. I also love reading fan fiction. Reading how people take genres and reimagine them or completely twist it is always so fun so look into. Creativity for the win, my dudes.

Anyway, thank you again for asking me and I’m sorry it took so long to actually post this!

[lamonnaie]

hi!!!! gmmtv part 2 is happening soon so i wanted to ask you a few questions :)

what kind of shows are you expecting?? what kind of shows so you want to see??? which couples do you want to get a show and which couple do you think will get one??? is there anything you don’t want to see at all???

<3

sorry anon this has been sitting in my inbox for over a month, but it's gmmtv24 p2 eve so i'm finally getting around to answering it :)

ngl i haven't been super up to date on gmmtv stuff lately + a lot of my favourite actors aren't in the lineup which is kinda sad :(

NEVERTHELESS, let us proceed with the fun stuff hehehe

Predictions

Based off what artists have leaked + reddit detectives + my general delusions: (first 5 with asterisks are ones i'm extra excited for!!! :D)

**firstkhao mafia romcom directed by p'jojo - fk have a series confirmed by khao himself, and all their interactions with p'jojo ever since that first sus ig story makes this one almost 100% confirmed for me (maybe not all the details exactly, but fk with p'jojo at the very least).

**estwilliam cp debut - ALL THE DETECTIVE WORK HAS CONVINCED ME, after greatinn and thorfluke were successfully sussed out before part 1, i have faith that this is gonna come true too 🙏

**KRISTSINGTO COMEBACK - YOU DON'T JUST BRING BACK SINGTO WITHOUT EVERYONE CALLING FOR THIS and there's nothing gmmtv loves more than the big bucks so we all know this is happening 😌

**bounprem's vampire project reannounced (possibly with a new trailer) - i think this one's a given and probably why bp will be there. i'm not sure how long this whole sws gmmtv overhaul has been in the works for, so i dont know whether they'd have filmed a new trailer or not, but i'm expecting some more gmmtv artists to be added to the cast as well.

**new perthchimon bl - i hate myself for not staying up to date enough on perthchimon news lately😭 but i swear someone somewhere strongly hinted at it ???

new joongdunk bl (more adult setting??) - again, i swear i saw someone somewhere confirming/hinting at this, but idk

At least 1 more gl announced - 23.5 is going pretty well and i think they're gonna keep trying it out (emibonnie? viewjune? janjane?)

lego lykn's acting debut + mark pakin main role - As confirmed by the people themselves in livestreams (just grouping them together for shits and giggles lol) also leads me to think some of the other lykn members might dip into acting? 👀

gemini in a het series (with prim or a newbie) - definitely expecting non-bl works for both gemini and fourth, and i've been seeing stuff about geminiprim?? 👀

Wishlist

perthchimon non-school bl directed by p'aof - i will happily take them in whatever capacity we get but i'd love to see them with p'aof in a more mature setting + with a solid good plot

perth in a bl with a different cp partner - i love perthchimon and i love dangerous romance with all my heart, but i also love mixing and matching all the blorbos and i'd love to see perth opposite some others (gmmtv would give us ohmperth if they weren't cowards)

more plot-heavy bls where romance isn't necessarily the main thing - i want to see some less tropey works, where the non-romance plot is more the main focus of the the show

midnight museums s2 - this is not in a million years happening, but a girl can dream 😭😭

dark romance/something more gritty - honestly thing gmmtv does best with their lighter shows, which is why i think it'd be interesting to see them branch out a bit more

another bounprem bl 🤪 - this probably wouldn't have even happened before the gmmtv switch, and don't think it's gonna happen now, but bp are my day 1s and i'm always gonna root for them, solo or together 🥹🥹💞

sports bl !!!! - i've been on a sports drama kick lately, and gmmtv has plenty of sporty people, so make it happen!!

a proper enemies to lovers bl (WITHOUT a childhood meeting reveal) - i need them to truly DESPISE each other's guts before they get together

heartliming spinoff 🫡 - geminifourth's best work imo and i don't think anything will ever beat it for me <3 it would make for such a good show if it's executed well (i have full faith in gem4th and p'aof), it's been too long now, but i would actually die if this happened

a platonic friendship-based show - i just wanna see a really good friendship group (which we can make gay in the headcanons anyway lol) and put them in situations, whether it be crime fighting, trouble making or anything in between honestly

be gay do crime - need i say more? (why are half of my wishes lowkey the same thing reworded 💀)

I think that's all i have in mind (for now). Happy gmmtv24 part 2 everyone !!!! <33

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Anthony's Stupid Daily Blog (598): Sun 5th Nov 2023

After work I popped in to HR to ask about this contract that has apparently been sitting in the inbox of my App since the end of August. It says in the contract “This contract will be for a continuous period with no set end date” which I’m hoping is the company’s unnecessarily roundabout way of saying the contract is permanent but you never know with these people. There’s a bit at the bottom that says to make sure to sign and return this contract within one week and I was panicking, thinking that perhaps I’d missed my opportunity to be made permanent. I told the lass about the contract and asked if this meant I was being offered a full time role and she immediately said “No”. Luckily I resisted the urge to go all Stabatha Christie on her ass and she went over to her friend to show her this contract. She speculated that this contract simply meant that I was being extended which I again rolled my eyes at because this would mean another six months of no job security. However her friend then speculated that this might just be confirmation that I’d passed my probation. I quickly told her that I’d been here for a year and a half so my probation was LONG over and she said if this was the case then this contract offer was indeed an offer of PERMANENT ENPLOYMENT!! YeeeeeHaaaa! Finally after three months of solid hard work (and fifteen months of meh work) I have finally been rewarded with a permanent contract. I’m so happy that I finally don’t have this hanging over me anymore and for the first time in a while I don’t have to worry about money. I won’t lie: I was severely under qualified for most of my other jobs I’ve done before this one. I was never a good chef, I was an awful call centre worker and when I worked at Aldi I wasn’t a particularly good slave. However this is the first job that I actually feel like I am suited to and that I’m good at and evidentially the company agrees with me or else they wouldn’t have secured my services for the foreseeable future (unless there’s another guy working here with the same name as me that this contract was meant for). This is also the first job I haven’t blagged my way through, I like the work that I do and so for the first time in my life I’ve been trying my best to work as hard as I could so that I can work here for as long as I can. Although the no headphones rule is fucking ridiculous and we should definitely get more breaks than we do,  I think I’ve found as close a thing as possible to something I can call a dream job. This also means that now I have full time permanent work I can finally start looking into getting a place of my own. Although still living at home is nice and cheap, 34 is waaay too late to still be living with your mother. Hell, 24 is probably too fucking late! But thanks to todays development I may not have to wait too much longer before I have a palace to call my own (or at least a flat above an Indian takeaway with the word “palace” in the name). 

[iamthecomet]

Hey Com! I always feel awkward asking these so if it feels awkward for you or it’s uncomfortable pls don’t write!🖤🖤

But just a thought about Mountain and Dew cause I don’t see enough of them. Especially Dew taking the reins. But Mountains desperate. REAL desperate. And Dew is being mean and isn’t touching him, say it’s revenge for the time Mountain made him get on his hands and knees like a dog… even though he didn’t mind, but what does he do? He only allows Mounty to a pillow. That’s it:)

This has been sitting in my inbox for *checks calendar* nearly SIX months. I'm sorry it took literally half a year to get to this delicious prompt. I hope it's worth the wait <3 <3.

Dew's room is sweltering. The fire cranked up high to chase off the mid-winter chill. Despite his nakedness, Mountain is sweating. It's beading at his temples, collecting in the hollow of his throat. He isn't sure if he's overheated from Dew's ridiculous temperature choices--or because Dew refuses to let him cum. Mountain lost track of time almost as soon as Dew pulled the curtains, blocking out the bitter draft coming in from the snow-covered grounds. But he knows he's been here a while, an hour or more. Laying, spread out, on Dew's bed as Dew kneels between his thighs and refuses to touch him in any meaningful way. Dew ghosts his fingers over Mountain's hip bones, up the inside of his thighs. He traces his ribs, his sternum, his jaw. He gets close, almost brushing against Mountain's aching cock, his pebbled nipples. He even goes so far as to dip his fingers into Mountain's crack, to run his fingers over Mountain's taint, but doesn't go far enough in any direction to give Mountain even a breath of relief. Mountain would almost rather Dew didn't touch him at all. He knew he'd end up like this--he always does. He isn't like Dew or Swiss who try to pretend they never get desperate, that they can take any treatment and remain steady. Mountain knows how he gets, readily admits it. Knows that a few minutes under the glide of Dew's hands is enough to send him reeling. And while he is known for having far more patience than Dew as a general rule, this is a special circumstance. Dew's body is loose, at ease. He watches his own fingers trail over Mountain's body like he could do it forever. He dips his fingers into the sweat pooling between Mountain's collarbones and smears it down the center of his chest. "Dew," Mountain whispers, fingers twitching at his sides where Dew commanded him to keep them. Dew looks up at his face, brow furrowing almost like he forgot Mountain was here at all. And Mountain knows it's all a facade, but his body reacts like he doesn't. Like Dew really had been so obsessed with the body in front of him he forgot there was a real person attached to it. Mountain's cock twitches against his belly. He wishes he had control of it. That he could pretend that this treatment doesn't make him harder with each passing second. "Hmm?" Dew hums absently. "Yeah? What?"

Mountain doesn't know how to ask for what he wants. He knows as soon as he lets the words loose Dew will deny him. Knows that interrupting has just added even more time to his torture. He does it anyway. Wants it without understanding why. Wants Dew to drag this out until Mountain can't think about anything except Dew and all the ways he could be touched. He shudders beneath the drag of Dew's calloused fingers. Dew flattens his palm over Mountain's belly. Warm, solid. Mountain thinks he wants to touch Dew more than he wants Dew to really touch him. He'd like to wrap his fingers around the ruddy cock between Dew's legs. He'd like to give himself over to Dew's pleasure. Wants to take one of Dew's nipple rings between his teeth and make Dew keen. "Wanna touch you," Mountain finally decides. Easier than asking to be touched--which he knows won't happen. Hopes that maybe Dew's own needs are starting to burn away at his resolve. Dew holds his gaze, copper eyes ringed with icy blue rove over his face. They narrow, darken. Dew pulls his hand away from Mountain's stomach. He leans back on his heels and wraps that hand around his own cock. He squeezes the head, milks a bead of precum up to the tip, and swipes it off with his fingers. Mountain sags in relief, predicting Dew's next movement, expecting those fingers to be pushed in between his lips any second. Instead, Dew sucks them into his own mouth with a lewd groan. Mountain's stomach twists.

Dew pulls his spit-slick fingers from his mouth and repeats the process again before starting to stroke himself. Smearing spit and pre with every slow stroke. Dew reaches up and tweaks at his nipple ring, rolling the hardened bud through his fingers like he can read Mountain's mind and Mountain can't do anything except groan. He tightens his fingers in Dew's sheets, his hips twitch up. Stomach and balls aching as he starts to spiral, to give in to the desperate need to be touched, to cum, for anything. "You haven't earned it," Dew says, watching the way Mountain twitches, the way the muscles in his stomach jump. How he fights to keep his hands where he promised he would as he humps the air mindlessly. Mountain doesn't know what he hasn't earned, touching Dew or being touched. Both, he assumes. "What can I do?" he bites out, breathless. Dew picks up speed, stroking himself in earnest, twisting his hand over the sticky head of his cock with each pass.

Dew laughs then, low and cruel. "Nothing. You can have the same thing you gave me." Mountain racks his addled brain then sags when he remembers. Dew had begged to be collared, leashed, to be led around the Abbey and treated like an afterthought. When Dew had begged for something--anything--Mountain had kicked a throw pillow in his direction and told him if he wanted to get off that bad he'd make it work. Dew had humped himself nearly raw against it before Mountain had deigned to give him any relief. Mountain's brain catches up to what's happening just as Dew is at his side, reaching down to shove a pillow between Mountain's legs. Mountain closes his thigh around it on instinct, holding it in place. He ruts up against it and sobs at the friction. It's nowhere near enough. It's almost as bad as the ghost of Dew's touch. Barely there, too soft, too pliable to really get him anywhere. He fucks up against it again and again anyway, chasing the bare remnants of pleasure. Desperate for any touch, knowing it's not enough but taking it anyway. "What do you say?" Dew prompts. Reaching out with uncharacteristic gentleness to brush a sweaty lock of auburn hair out of Mountain's eye. "Thank you," Mountain whines, high-pitched and desperate enough that he would be embarrassed if he had the brainpower left to care. "Now," Dew says slinging a leg over Mountain to straddle his ribs. Shifting up until the wet head of his cock almost brushes Mountain's lips. "I'm going to paint that pretty face, and you're going to take it. And after that--maybe I'll think about giving you something better to hump."

Mountain grinds up against the pillow again, precum soaking into the fabric with each desperate thrust. He opens his mouth and displays his tongue before Dew even asks for it. Obedient to a fault. Dew huffs out a groan as he does. "Good boy."

[legendlarkpod]

Just wanted to share this piece of devil magic with you

this has been sitting in the ask box for days? weeks? Lately I'm afraid time means very little to me.

I saw it initially, and thought "My goodness, it really is something, how should I reply?" I pondered this for some time, and then I got distracted by something and opened another tab.

And so it sits here. Every day I look at it, and try to think of what to say about it, and I am overcome with a deep sense of dread. I feel as though it were staring into my very soul, that I have been judged by a being that I cannot comprehend and that I have been deemed unworthy. How long has the sonic curry sat in my inbox, unmoving, silent and blue as the unforgiving sea? Sometimes I feel as though it will outlast me, and that when I shuffle out of this mortal coil, whether it is tomorrow, or in another fourty years, my skin wan and my hair greyed, still it will sit, as solid and fixed as the earth on its axis. Though to compare it so seems to do it a disservice. Perhaps it is more solid even than that.

hope this helps. :)