#*1030pm

[pierppasolini]

10:30 PM Monday (1970) // dir. Lucas Severin

[tanktopdiaz]

buddie tax fraud because they filed together instead of separately. maddie says well why would you do that? he says well....we live together? she says but you're not together. he says but we live together. she says but you're not together. you just live together. he cocks his head to the side. we filed together because we live together :) we do everything together :) she says youre...he says we live together? big confused dopey smile. she says yeah okay.

[hipsternumbertwo]

Favorite Angela Moments 81/∞: Prudence Wall

[ursas-arts]

kaebedo supremacy

[spockvarietyhour]

Boomer moves from the penguin, taking a photo of an appointment on another phone's calendar.

[thecuratxr]

Like this for a lil tiny itty bitty (on mobile so no icons) starter from: Enya // Qui-Gon // Paul // Lahani // Amore // Alex (sw verse; he is a smuggler)

Please specify which muse of mine and, if ur also a multi, which muse of urs ♡

[tuxedokit-sys-selfships]

Della + 💐

flowers

thats it! perfect! those are romantic or something, right?

della punched the air, reaching for her coat and scarf as she marched to the door. she had all day to prepare for her date, but that wouldnt stop her from fussing. not out of a giddy daze necessarily, more anxious anticipation. normally, she wouldnt even humor the thought of anything so... romantic, in fact she kinda hated the whole concept. but this would mean a lot to luna, she knew this in her heart of hearts. and luna was... different.

not as in she wanted to do the whole staring into their eyes and slurping up the same spaghetti noodle or whatever—gross. no, more in the sense that they knew each other... theyd met briefly when they were kids, then, again in their early 20s. most consequential one night stand of her life by FAR.

.... well, maybe second. but thats irrelevant right now.

point is, they'd woken up in bed together, realized they actually did know each other and decided to keep in touch. luna went from a booty call to a dear friend (with benefits) to.... god. what the hell do you even call that? best friends+? anyway, eventually they were 26 and luna confessed, because of course it did, and della panicked. she didnt want to lose luna, but also dear fuck the idea of being someones girlfriend made her sick. not to mention her secret baggage (three eggs, to be precise).

so she shot it down, turned off her phone and cried. then in that week there was the rocket, and the moon crash, and now a decade later, here she was finding out that luna had been looking for her that whole time. had accepted her rejection with grace, said it hadnt meant to pressure her, simply wanted her to know she was loved, no reciprocation necessary... and then that thing spent a decade proving it. even after her case had gone cold, luna hadnt bought it, and spent ten years traveling the globe in search of her, texting her the whole time.

ten years. wow. it... really had been a while, huh?

a lot can change in a decade, and they both knew that. which was why this was just supposed to be grabbing lunch with an old friend and catching up. but della had been doing some backreading, and she knew those feelings hadnt faded. if anything they had somehow grown, planted in the soil of desperation. seriously, some of those texts date back to the month before she got back. crazy. and they werent all love letters, too. musing on whether she had just gone off the grid, was hiding from them, kidnapped (prime theory), or just actually dead... anyway, point is, that context changed things. that thing was for real about how it felt, and didnt need her to figure out how to feel the same back.

she found herself at the flower shop before she realized she had even left the mansion. wow. was this an adhd thing? or was it normal to put your body on autopilot so you can reminisce in a particularly expositional manner while doing tasks? how long had she been standing in front of the flower shop staring at the door? she should probably move now.

della shook her head and pushed open the door, entering the store with the chime of a bell. cute. she'd always liked those be—

"Hello, how can I help you today?"

oh right, people exist. including the small old owl lady behind the counter. this was probably her store. della realized she should probably say something.

"hi! im just browsing for now, but im super putting together a boquet for someone, so ill be back!" della shot the woman two slightly awkward finger guns as she delved further into the store

"Wonderful, dear. I'll be here if you need any help."

okay, flowers. couldnt just throw anything together, no, this had to be good. and, as much as shed like it, she doubted the lady had picks for "im willing to try this even if i dont feel the same way also i missed you a lot and i love you" on hand. but with the power of google and her notes app, anything was possible.

.......

"heyy im back, can i get a boquet with lavender..."

della glanced back and forth as she spoke, between the shopkeep and her phone, which was sporting of a list of seemingly random flowers shed seen in the store.

"...arborvitae, honeysuckle, valerian, cranberry, forget-me-nots, and... hazel? oh, and tie it with a vine instead of a ribbon!"

"Hm... Quite the mix, but alright! I'll be right back"

the elderly owl shuffled off to god knows where, eventually returning with dellas boquet. it looked nice, she thought. yeah. this would work.

"Alright, dear, let me ring you up."

della found herself checking her phone as she waited and OH NO SHE WAS GOING TO BE LATE.

"THANKS LADY SORRY GOTTA GO KEEP THE CHANGE BYE!!" she slapped some random jewels and treasures from her latest trip on the counter and bolted with her boquet.

weird. usually she reserved this level of dedication for life or death running... she supposed she did really really care how this went. luna was someone dear to her. and hey, if she had to date anyone, this lunatic butch catthing would be her go to. hey, soeaking of, there it is! on its phone—wow its aged nicely—sitting at a table. finally, it heard her panting and looked up and della had not realized how badly she had missed luna until this exact moment. luna was already out of their chair by the time della reached it, and before they knew it they were hugging like this had all been a bad dream.

"i, uh... i got you something"

della took a reluctant step back from the hug, mostly to reveal her gift. the look on lunas face once again reminded her why she was doing... all of this. awe, wonder, hesitance...

"...wow... you... you got me... flowers?"

[agentsnickers]

Today Near Miss is five years old!

I am astounded, because the passage of time is relentless but this feels like a milestone. Near Miss is, genuinely, one of those fics that kind of changed my life. It was, at time of writing, the longest single thing I'd ever written, as well as one of the fastest. All seventeen chapters, all 32k words, were written and posted in about ten days.

It was one of my first newsies fics to really get an audience, and Near Miss doing well catapulted me through writing something like 70 more newsies fics before the end of 2020, four other variants on the same AU concept, and a long term total of 117 Newsies fics. The NMAU in total clocks in at 119,225 words over 18 works, not counting the other four Parallel Variations.

Near Miss (the fic) currently stands at 215 comment threads and 385 kudos <3

I am so grateful to every single person who has read Near Miss and its sister fics. To everyone who has commented or kudosed or sent me an ask. To everyone who fell in love with Leah and Frankie (and Sawyer!). To everyone who found me through NM and followed me down ever increasingly odd AU rabbit holes. I am so unbelievably lucky to have encountered every single one of you. This fandom got me through 2020, got me writing in earnest again, springboarded me back into original projects that I never would've written if not for Near Miss and the friends it brought me.

Thank you, all of you, for five years of Near Miss. I couldn't have gotten here without you.

[housewifebuck]

wow I really need to get work done *writes over a thousand words of praise kink porn instead*

[rootsmachine]

in the way i loved you then - tai pov. van is dying & tai is avoiding any and all responsibilities. cw for brief mention of suicide and for major character death right at the end, 2.4k words

van mostly refuses to let you take care of her in any way. she cooks dinner, the same three recipes over and over, until you physically block her from the kitchen, insisting it’s for your own sanity. she drives her crappy car for all the errands, tells you you’re not on the insurance when you try to take a turn. she opens her store every day, carrying boxes of tapes and probably-broken DVD players, standing for hours behind the counter, barely even looking over to the corner you’ve set up as a temporary office, fielding calls from lawyers and politicians that belong to a different life.

[karlachfan87]

Guys ive made genuinely the best character playlist ever

[pierppasolini]

10:30 PM Monday (1970) // dir. Lucas Severin

[lookwhatyoumademelou]

reading a fic - i love louis

[boystalkr]

sigh. i want to change my layout and url... i love u slashrfag but i grow tired...

[alteregozowie]

Less than half an hour into Tuesday and Damien comes to chomp Alastor

Dammit! He wasn't paying attention! Got caught off guard early.

[quevadilla]

from the man who brought you the credits themes of both portal and portal 2