#post-james blake

[jedidragonwarriorqueen]

[hunter-sylvester]

Pride month may be over but I'm still gay as fuck so. hcs ig

Hunter Sylvester - Metal Lords / Zakk - Deathgasm / Turo Moilanen - Heavy Trip

[serenagrey]

I’ll find you

Serena/Mark || The Handmaid’s Tale

[rgrfederer]

the narrative keeps on haunting taylor with ghosts from a not-so-far past

[zexapher]

A Fond Farewell

With Rooster Teeth beginning its draw down, an era has truly passed. The company has lasted more than two decades. 18 (soon 19) seasons, five mini-series, and cameos and references in Halo itself for Red vs Blue. 9 volumes alongside two movies, a chibi series, Ice Queendom, and its own games for RWBY. And so much more beyond that, RT Shorts, podcasts, Achievement Hunter, The Slow Mo Guys, and on and on. That’s a lot, especially for a little startup launching off a web series. I was listening to “This Isn’t Goodbye, It’s See You Later” by Richie Branson while I was making this little memorial post. It’s a song made for another Rooster Teeth show, Camp Camp, and I have to say it’s some very appropriate music for this moment.

The day the news dropped, I wrote up a little comment in response to Rooster Teeth beginning its closing down, and I thought I’d share some of it here. I grew up with Rooster Teeth, a bit of a cheesy line I know, but it’s true for a lot of us. I was just a little kid way back in the early 2000’s, a kid that liked Halo (a game I didn’t even own for a long time, but played at a friend’s house), and was just getting curious about what I could find about it on YouTube. And that brought me into the world of music videos and skits and montages made for that little game I liked.

From there, I discovered a small web series called Red vs. Blue. I’d sneak onto my folk’s computer to watch it since they didn’t appreciate the language, and in doing so I dipped my toes into the wide world of the internet for the first time. As I got older, I eventually hopped onto Reddit for its discussion threads of Rooster Teeth’s latest show, RWBY. I began my first in-depth fandom interactions, speculating about the show, enjoying the flood of fanart, even got into fanfics about RWBY (those fics have had their own amazing evolution alongside the show) and to this day it’s the fandom I’ve followed and bookmarked the most fics from. All the while I was making friends and bonding with people through the community this company and its shows have created.

Watching the shows and people grow over time was, looking back on it, just like watching myself grow. I was never really a social media/internet kind of guy, until it came to Rooster Teeth. The shows, shorts, podcasts, it all opened up a whole new world for me. It’s sad to see it coming to a close, and I hope it gets picked up in the future. But I’m happy, too, that it’s left so much behind, and had such an impact on me. It’s left me with so many good memories. Rooster Teeth, its shows, those that created and worked on it, and above all the community around it will always have a special place in my heart.

So, I bid a fond farewell to Rooster Teeth and its crew, and anyone who may drift away from the fandom in time. I wish you all the best.

[icedheartss]

⋆.˚೨౿ male characters that i hold dear to my heart

part 1 | part 2

(not sure what any of these characters have in common tbh...)

[winniemaywebber]

Lovely 🌸 May I request from the domestic prompts Person A leaving sweet love notes around the house for Person B when they go away with Olive and Dougie?

hey darling!!! thanks so much for this request, it was soooo sweet to write I just love them 🥺🥺😭 under the cut!!!

“Ollie,” James murmurs, his voice thick from just waking up. He presses gentle kisses on his wife's bare shoulder and the side of her neck, nuzzling in and breathing deeply, wrapping his arms around her as she stirs.

“Hmmm?” she grumbles, stretching. She opens her eyes momentarily, wincing at the lamplight that's suddenly glowing from her husband's side of the bed. “Baby, it's still dark out,” she grumbles, turning over and snuggling into his chest.

“I know, honey girl,” he replies, yawning before kissing Olive on the temple. “But I've gotta go.”

“Not yet,” Olive mumbles. She wraps her arms around his neck and holds him closer, his body heat soothing her back to sleep. “Few more minutes. Please.”

He laughs weakly, his hand stroking at her bare back. “Like I'd ever refuse that.”

He shifts again after those promised minutes, Olive groaning as he reluctantly tries to prise her hands from him. “Noooo…”

“Dolly,” he sighs. “Won't look good if I'm late, will it?”

“Ev will understand.”

“Ha, sure he will.”

“Like he's never been late anywhere for snuggling his wife.”

“You're very cute,” he titters. “But the boys are expecting me.” He taps her on the nose as she scrunches it up at him, happy that he's so excited despite the fact that the bed will feel significantly empty while he's away for the weekend.

A few moments later, he reappears from the bathroom, dressed and as handsome as ever.

“C'mere,” he sweetly commands, clambering back on to the bed and seemingly not caring about ruining his freshly pressed shirt. He kisses her deeply, drawing the air from her lungs. “I sure love ya.”

“I love you too,” Olive replies, eyelids somehow growing heavy as he hops off the bed and begins tucking the blankets around her.

“Get some more sleep, babydoll.”

“Mhm,” she murmurs, nuzzling into James' pillow. “Call me when you get there.”

“‘Course I will, dolly.” He leans down to kiss her again, walking swiftly to the bedroom door as if the speed will get him to leave. Olive senses him stop at the door, turning around as she slowly opens one eye.

“Just one more kiss?” She teases, pouting at him.

“Like I'm gonna say no to that.”

Leaving the door open, he rushes back over and tries to smooch on his giggling wife, a small pat pat pat being heard on the carpet.

“Well, look who finally decided to join us.”

“Oh, Sinker,” James says to the small orange cat, who mews sweetly in response. “I'll see you in a few days, buddy. Take care of mama.”

Sinker purrs as James scritches between her ears, laying down and getting cozy next to Olive. “Oh, my girls…” is the last thing Olive hears as James kisses her forehead, knowing if he didn't depart now, he never would.

***

She awakens a few hours later, the sun streaming in through a gap in the curtains. Out of habit, she reaches out to hold her husband as she wakes, remembering and feeling gravely disappointed that he's not there as her hands slip through thin air and land on the bed. Even the cat - who had been snuggled with Olive and purring - had gone about her day. She grumbles to herself, pulling the blankets around her neck and resigning to sleep the weekend away to chip at the overwhelming loneliness. As she pulls, she hears a crinkle among the blankets, patting around the bed for it's source.

Time to get up, dolly! It's a beautiful day out.

“What's this?” She says out loud, Sinker the cat now back on the bed and cleaning herself. “What’s he been up to, huh?”

Shrugging on her robe over her pajamas, Olive begins to run through her morning routine in the bathroom. A note is taped to the mirror:

Bet you look so pretty today.

Olive giggles, opening a drawer to place her pins and headscarf in their spot. Another letter is in there, folded neatly: You're pinnin’ me here! There's something for you in the garden.

“Jesus, James,” Olive cackles out loud. “That was atrocious, even for you!”

She scoops the scrunkly kitten up from the bed as she exits the bedroom, running downstairs to see what this grand surprise is. She's alarmed to see the coffee pot still hot, yet almost empty. A soft breeze blows through the open kitchen window, the plants swaying in the garden.

“Come on, English! Put another pot on!” She hears, the voice instantly familiar.

“Oh my God?!” She shrieks, running out the door as fast as she can, the warm pavement harsh on her bare feet. “Brooklyn!”

“Jesus, finally!” Val says, pulling her best friend into a hug. “Doug said you slept in on the weekend but Christ, girl. As you'd say, this takes the piss.”

“Oh, shut up!” Olive laughs, planting a kiss on Valencia’s - as always - perfectly rouged cheek. “When did you get here?”

“An hour ago,” she chuckles, rifling through her purse to hand Olive something. “Himbo told me to give you this.”

With a smirk, Olive tears the envelope open and pulls the letter out:

Didn't want you to be alone all weekend, honey girl, so I arranged for Val to stay with you. Last time she'll have to make that train ride!

PS. time to tell her!

“Tell me what?” Val questions, that famous furrow now more pronounced than ever. “And last time for what?”

“Gee, you're nosy, Brooklyn–”

“Have you gone and got a new best friend while you've been here?”

“Oh, hush up, silly chicken. No, it's the last time you'll have to come here, because…”

“Because?”

“Well, we're moving…”

“Where?” Val urges, her hand clasped in Olive’s as the cat curls on Val’s lap.

“We've found a house in Bay Ridge,” Olive grins.

“WHAT?” Val screams, squeezing the air out of Olive as her arms wrap around her. “When did you decide this?”

“I guess both fellas couldn't stand seeing us so forlorn at being apart after our vacation, so they've been sneakily brewing a plan. James has a new job. We leave here in a month.”

“Oh, Ol! I'm so excited!”

“So are we,” she chokes out, her eyes filling with tears. She sniffs, patting the pocket of her gown for her cigarettes. She opens the pack, hands one to Val and catches a scribbled message on the inside.

Sure love ya.

[6-atlas-6]

Redacted headcanons cause why not

After the second Quinn audio where he told Sam everything him and Tank did, when they went home Tank started secretly packing up some of their stuff because they were sure Sam was going to leave them

Blake only uses his sight when he absolutely needs to because he's terrified off watching his listener die in his arms again

Morgan never particularly cared that he can't use his sight for things related to him, but he always wishes he could see what him and his listeners lives would be like together in the future

Avior is so terrified about being alone without Starlight again that he panics over the smallest things, like waking up in bed in the morning and Starlight not being next to him

Damien calls Huxley's moms "mom" because they're more of mothers to him than his ever was

Vega is so used to his life being about hate and being feared that he doesn't know what love feels like himself. When Warden wasn't immediately scared of him and treated him like a person, he assumed it was only to get information out of him

Dear made Lasko so comfortable with himself that Lasko actually tried to get in contact with his mom for the first time (she didn't answer)

When Lasko said he wasn't ready to have yk he genuinely thought Dear would leave him because he's so used to that being the only thing people want him for, especially because he doesn't understand how anyone would like him for his personality

When James left his listener again, he took a piece of their clothing with him and cried for hours when it lost their scent

[mango-sideburns]

My fav thing about TAZ is that any aspect out of context sounds fucking bonkers.

Like, in the balance finale there's a scene in which Garfield (who is very specifically never described visually bc most people imagine him as like. The Lasagna Cat. Who in this universe is the most powerful warlock in the realm and also has a hobby of cloning people, which is great for the one character that got forced into haunting a mannequin) is summoned by an alien spaceship that runs on the power of friendship so he could beat up some flashing balls. In D&D.

And that was just. Such a normal scene in the narrative. No one blinked an eye. I would like to bow down to Griffins clear unmatched talent for making me feel such big emotions over ridiculous shit like a goddamned umbrella or a regular ass pair of jeans or the idea of a taco recipe.

[jedidragonwarriorqueen]

[one-real-wrimonkey]

Looking at the Bumbleby fic I’m currently working on that I’ll only post when they announce V10: maybe this is why people think I’m evil…

Looking at my Fairgame and IronQrow fics: yeah definitely the v10 goalpost for a Bumbleby fic and no other reasons

[pastasilly]

doodle of jim and a kate blake redesign!!

(not ship art!!)

[gotxpenny]

Masters Of The Air Masterlist

Keys: mp=multipart | f=fluff | a=angst | f-a=fluff&angst | «f=mostly fluff | «a=mostly angst | os=oneshot | !!=request | d=drable | oc=original character | h/c=hurt+comfort |

- John Brady -

Surviving Love ( mp | f-a | oc )

Emilia McKenna was deemed to be a sweetheart in the eyes of others who met her, but in the eyes of John Brady she was an itch he couldn't scratch. The tension between them was palpable, yet, over time, as they saved each other's lives and saw past the tough exteriors, their respect for one another grew. And despite their initial hatred, an undeniable attraction simmered beneath the surface.

- John Egan -

Turbulent Souls ( mp | «a | oc ) - coming soon

Jo Hayes is a talented and headstrong pilot in the air force, her aloof demeanour and independence set her apart from her peers, making her a formidable presence in the cockpit. When Jo first encounters John "Bucky" Egan, his carefree attitude and constant joking irritate her, creating a palpable tension between them.

- Gale Cleven -

Hearts in the Skies ( mp | «f | oc ) - coming soon

Scarlett Levine a strong-willed and artistic woman, always dreamed of becoming an illustrator. Her passion for drawing was clear to anyone who knew her, including her best friend from university, Gale "Buck" Cleven. However, the looming shadow of war changed everything.

- Everett Blakely -

Scarred Wings ( mp | f | oc ) - coming soon

Adeline Forbes, is a nurse for the 100th Bomb Group of the 8th Air Force, a shy and introverted woman that keeps to herself afraid to speak her mind. Major Everett Blakely is everything Adeline is not-confident, charismatic, and boldly relentless. The daring pilot falls for her the moment he sees her on base, captivated by the very features she despises.

- James Douglass -

send in a request!!

- Harry Crosby -

Where the Whiskey Burns ( os | a | !! )

request: hii!!! love your writing, you’re so talented!🤞 i would love if you could write a harry crosby (masters of the air) imagine!🙏 specifically prompt 3 (angst section)!! hehehe thanks in advance!

- “Hambone" Hamilton -

send in a request!!

- Benny DeMarco -

send in a request!!

Didn't include a character you wanted yet? Feel free to send a request here!

[atearinspaceairlock]

THE MURDER CAPITAL Brudenell Social Club, Leeds, England (April 22, 2025) Ph. by maeve_w_photo

[fearlessbythebeach]

[bikkue]

The Hazbin Hotel Cabaret → Hazbin Hotal's VAs + Musicals