#Brigade Chorus

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[umbra-aeterna]

Pearl Chorus Ensemble CE-22

[b3crew]

PAX EAST 2023 PREVIEWS: DAY FOUR | B3 - Boston Bastard Brigade

There's plenty more PAXEast coverage coming these next few days! Check out what KBD thought of The Behemoth's Alien Hominid Invasion and Chorus Worldwide & Maboroshi Artworks's Last Time I Saw You!

[cgunderwearstories]

The Underwear Volleyball Game

It was a blistering summer afternoon, the kind of day where the sun feels like it's throwing a tantrum, making everything and everyone melt. The local adult volleyball team, "Spiked Punch," had gathered for their weekly game at the park. The sand was so hot it felt like walking on a griddle, and everyone was already sweating through their clothes before the warm-up was even finished.

"Guys," Greg, the team captain, panted as he wiped the sweat off his forehead, "I don’t know about you, but I’m cooking alive here. What do you say we make this a little more…comfortable?"

The team looked at each other, eyebrows raised.

"I’m game," said Tony, who was known for his impulsive decisions. "But let’s keep it PG. How about… underwear only?"

A few chuckles rippled through the group, but as they all stood there, feeling the sun beat down on them, the idea started to sound better and better.

"Alright, let's do it," said Mitch, always the first to jump on board with any wild idea. "It’s not like we haven’t seen each other in worse."

Soon, a chorus of agreement followed, and the players began stripping down, leaving only their underwear.

Team "Boxer Brigade," as they now called themselves, consisted of:

Greg, the team captain, who sported a pair of red boxers with little white skulls on them. A tough guy on the court, but apparently a fan of quirky designs.

Tony, always the life of the party, had on bright yellow boxers with smiley faces all over them. They practically glowed in the sunlight, much like his personality.

Mitch, the wildcard, was wearing boxers with little superheroes on them. Every time he jumped, Spider-Man, Batman, and the Hulk seemed to battle it out in mid-air.

Dave, the quiet one of the group, was full of surprises. His boxers were a deep purple with neon green dinosaurs stomping across them. No one saw that coming.

Sam, the prankster, had on boxers covered in cartoon pizza slices, complete with gooey cheese and pepperoni. It wasn’t clear if he loved pizza that much, or just wanted to mess with everyone’s concentration.

Oliver, the team’s tallest player, sported boxers with little surfing penguins riding waves. The contrast of his tall, lanky frame with the tiny penguins was enough to make everyone giggle.

On the other side of the net was Team Tighties, who had an altogether different look:

Ryan, the co-captain, was rocking classic white tighty whities. But not just any tighty whities—his had the words “Captain Underpants” embroidered on the waistband. It was a power move, really.

Mark, the team's gym buff, was in Jockey white bikini briefs, which left very little to the imagination. He flexed unnecessarily often, making sure everyone knew exactly how much time he spent at the gym.

Jake, the strategist, had on what could only be described as “vintage” tighty whities. They were a bit faded, with a slightly stretched-out waistband. He claimed they were his lucky pair from college.

Brad, the jokester, wore white briefs with little hearts on them. "They’re from Valentine’s Day," he explained, but no one asked.

Steve, the guy who always seemed to have everything in order, wore white cotton panties with the days of the week on the back. Today was “Sunday” written in glittery black cursive.

Frank, the quiet but intense player, had on tighty whities with a single, tiny, embroidered teddy bear on the left side. No one dared to ask about the teddy bear.

As they got into position, the spectators gathered around couldn’t help but laugh, but the teams were undeterred.

Despite their new attire, the game began with a fierce serve from Ryan. The ball was flying back and forth across the net, and the sight of grown men diving in colorful boxers and tighty whities was a spectacle to behold. Every time Mitch jumped, his superheros battled it out in epic slow-motion. Oliver’s penguins seemed to surf along with him as he went for spikes. And Ryan’s tighty whities, emblazoned with “Captain Underpants,” gave him an almost heroic flair, or so he liked to think.

The sun was blazing down on the park, and the game had reached a whole new level of intensity. The teams, Boxer Brigade and Team Tighties, were locked in an epic battle, both on the court and—unbeknownst to one side—off of it.

What no one knew was that Tony, the mischievous trickster of the Boxer Brigade, had secretly brought along a volleyball with a strange, mystical marking on it. Tony had picked it up from an old, dusty shop he’d stumbled upon while on vacation in the middle of nowhere. The shopkeeper had warned him that the ball was "enchanted" and would “stir the passions of any who played with it.” Tony, never one to pass up on a good prank, figured that could only mean fun for the game. He didn’t believe in magic, but he did believe in chaos, and that was just as good.

As the match went on, the ball—glowing faintly in the scorching sunlight—moved between the teams with increasing speed and intensity. The heat, exhaustion, and the competitive spirit were all getting to Team Tighties. But something else was starting to take hold too: the curse.

It began subtly. Ryan, the co-captain of Team Tighties, missed a serve by just a hair. Mark, the gym buff, rolled his eyes and muttered something about how he could’ve done it better. Ryan shot him a glare, his tighty whities (emblazoned with “Captain Underpants”) seeming to tighten as his temper flared.

"You think you could do better?" Ryan snapped, his face flushing red as the heat, and something more sinister, started to boil over.

"Maybe if you spent more time practicing and less time strutting around in those kiddie undies, you wouldn’t miss!" Mark shot back, flexing his biceps for emphasis.

The rest of Team Tighties watched in stunned silence as their two most level-headed players began to bicker. But soon, the curse’s influence spread like wildfire.

Jake, the strategist with the slightly faded tighty-whities, stepped in to try and cool things down, but Brad, always the jokester, saw an opportunity. With a quick motion, Brad yanked on Jake’s waistband, giving him a classic wedgie that sent Jake stumbling forward.

"Hey, what the hell, man?!" Jake yelled, his hands clawing at his back to free his underwear from the deep wedgie. But before he could retaliate, Steve, ever the organized one, piped up with a sarcastic comment about how Jake probably had his lucky vintage undies on the wrong day of the week.

That was it. The curse had fully taken hold.

Chaos erupted on the court. Ryan and Mark, who had once been the pillars of the team, were now locked in a ridiculous fight, each one trying to pants the other. Mark’s grip was strong from his hours at the gym, and he managed to yank Ryan’s underpants down to his ankles. But before Ryan could respond, Mark found his own waistband in Ryan’s grasp, and in a swift motion, Mark’s bikini briefs were down around his knees.

Brad, meanwhile, had moved on from wedgies to full-on tearing. He grabbed the waistband of Steve’s "Sunday" panties and, with a mighty pull, ripped it clean in half. Steve, horrified at the destruction of his perfectly planned outfit, lunged at Brad and managed to get his hands on Brad’s heart-patterned briefs. A rip echoed across the court as Brad’s underwear met the same fate.

Jake, who had finally freed himself from his wedgie, saw Frank standing calmly on the side, seemingly unaffected. Frank, with his tiny embroidered teddy bear on his tighty whities, had always been the quiet one, the calm one. But the curse didn’t care. Jake rushed at Frank, ready to take him down in the same ridiculous manner that was sweeping across the team.

Frank, caught off guard, tried to dodge, but Jake was quick. He grabbed Frank’s waistband and gave it a solid yank. Frank’s tighty whities stretched, but instead of tearing, they snapped back with a resounding thwack that sent Frank stumbling forward. Jake wasn’t done. Fueled by the curse, he reached out and delivered a wedgie so fierce that Frank let out a yelp of surprise.

The scene on the court was one of absolute chaos. The once-proud Team Tighties was now a mess of torn underwear, bruised egos, and sand-covered bodies. The Boxer Brigade, standing on the other side of the net, watched with a mix of horror and amusement. They hadn’t expected the curse to take things this far.

“Uh… should we stop this?” Greg asked, glancing at Tony, who was still holding the cursed volleyball, now glowing slightly in his hands.

“I didn’t think it would actually work,” Tony admitted, looking genuinely concerned for the first time.

“Well, do something!” Mitch yelled, dodging a rogue piece of torn tighty whities that flew across the net.

Tony, unsure of what to do, quickly muttered, “Uh, I reverse the curse! Take it back! Whatever!” and threw the ball to the ground. The glowing ceased immediately.

As if a switch had been flipped, the members of Team Tighties suddenly stopped in their tracks, blinking as if waking from a dream. They looked around at the destruction—torn underwear hanging off in tatters, sand stuck to sweaty, naked bodies, and a few still mid-wedgie.

Ryan was the first to speak. “What the hell just happened?”

“I… I don’t know,” Mark said, looking down at his ruined tighty whities and then at the remains of Ryan’s. “But I’m pretty sure we just ripped each other’s underwear to shreds.”

There was a moment of silence as the reality of the situation set in. Then, as if on cue, everyone burst into laughter. The sight of each other, standing there in what little was left of their underwear, was too ridiculous to take seriously.

“Nice moves there, ‘Captain Underpants,’” Mark said, slapping Ryan on the back, causing him to stumble forward, tripping over his shredded tighty whities.

“Yeah, well, I don’t think your gym buddies would’ve fared any better,” Ryan shot back, laughing so hard he had to wipe tears from his eyes.

The rest of the team was in similar states of disarray, apologizing between fits of laughter. Steve, holding the remains of his Sunday briefs, shook his head with a grin. “Guess I’m gonna need a new pair for next week.”

Tony, still holding the now-normal volleyball, sheepishly approached the group. “Uh, guys? About that… I might have brought a cursed volleyball. Sorry about that.”

The looks he got were a mix of disbelief and amusement.

“Tony, you’re an idiot,” Jake said, still trying to pull the last of the sand out of his tattered briefs.

“Yeah, but we’re idiots too, for going along with it,” Brad added, giving Tony a playful shove.

In the end, the game was forgotten in favor of recovering their dignity—or what was left of it. They all promised to meet up again next week, but with one condition: normal volleyballs, normal clothes, and definitely no curses.

[rimeswithpurple]

Thank you so much to @bookish-bogwitch for the tag and all of the lovely folks who've tagged me over the past few weeks! I haven't been able to be as active here as I'd like, but I'm hoping that'll change soon. I've been plugging away at sketches for COBB and I'm very much into Baz in knitwear!

No pressure tags and hellos below!

@blackberrysummerblog @valeffelees @artsyunderstudy @prettygoododds @theimpossibledemon @thewholelemon @emeryhall @mooncello @cosmicalart @fiend-for-culture @facewithoutheart @nightimedreamersworld @ebbpettier @letraspal @katatsumuli @delilahs-artz @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @raenestee @shemakesmeforget @ic3-que3n @hushed-chorus @orange-peony @aristocratic-otter @youarenevertooold @iamamythologicalcreature @onepintobean @whatevertheweather @noblecorgi @ivelovedhimthroughworse @cutestkilla @tea-brigade

[caught-on-tape-fest]

Caught On Tape: A Carry On Podfest Masterlist

Caught On Tape is a podfic festival for fanfic related to Rainbow Rowell's Simon Snow Trilogy and Fangirl that runs October 29th to November 11th, 2023.

Listed below are all of the podfics posted so far for the fest! (You can find them on AO3 in our collection too.) Thank you so much to all of the wonderful creators who have participated and to the writers who volunteered their works to be podficced.

Rated G

[Podfic] Figure It Out (length: 3:22) read by @forabeatofadrum, written by @wellbelesbian

[Podfic] The Plum Tree (length: 6:21) read by @fatalfangirl, written by @otherpeoplesheartachept-2

[Podfic] Threads of Fate by Aristocratic_Otter (length 1:51:59) read by @caethes, written by @aristocratic-otter

Rated T

[Podfic] The Rise and Fall of Simon Snow Squeaksbury (length: 19:15) read by @youarenevertooold, written by @aroace-genderfluid-sheep

[Podfic] namesakes (length: 6:34) read by @forabeatofadrum, written by @tea-brigade

[Podfic] Crisp and Sweet (length: 22:00) read by @bookish-bogwitch, written by @mostlymaudlin

[Podfic] We Still Bloom (length 1:45:00) read by @hushed-chorus, written by @artsyunderstudy

[Podfic] A Prickly Disposition (length 11:56) read by @fatalfangirl, written by @you-remind-me-of-the-babe

[Podfic] A Restless Mind (Chapter 2 added) (length Ch 1 35:21, Ch 2 45:21) read by @cottagepodfics, written by @whatevertheweather

[Podfic] Worst Disney Princess Ever (length 54:28) read by @youarenevertooold, written by @hushed-chorus

[Podfic] Return to Sender (length 40:08) read by @spiri-a, writtenby @tea-brigade

[Podfic] Meet Me Under the Mistletoe (length 25:48) read by RattleandHum, written by @artsyunderstudy

[Podfic] Raining Cats and Dogs (Without the Cats) (length 32:23) read by @youarenevertooold, written by @whatevertheweather

[Podfic] This Is What We'll Tell Them (length 13:55) read by @captain-aralias, written by @mostlymaudlin

[Podfic] The Sound of Silence (length 49:00) read by @spiri-a, written by @captain-aralias

[Podfic] Petrichor (length 34:26) read by @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, written by @martsonmars

[Podfic] Tuesday (length 6:51) read by @freclface, written by @sillyunicorn

[Podfic] Light Me Up (length 37:28) read by @larkral, written by @mostlymaudlin

[Podfic] "Bro. You can just sleep with me." (length 7:13) read by @larkral, written by @mostlymaudlin

[Podfic] Bestie Status Achieved (length 12:14) read by @larkral, written by @mostlymaudlin

[Podfic] Who Cooks For You? (length 8:16) read by @karry-on, written by @sillyunicorn

[Podfic] 5 times agatha wellbelove should have realised she was a lesbian, and 1 time she did (length 14:35) read by @karry-on, written by @wellbelesbian

[Podfic] Flowers, Cake, and Filthy DMs (length 11:24) read by @iamamythologicalcreature, written by @you-remind-me-of-the-babe

[Podfic] Is This the Real Life? (length 42:52) read by @petrodobreva and @ivelovedhimthroughworse, written by @captain-aralias

[Podfic] Icarus (length 3:02) read by @forabeatofadrum, written by @mostlymaudlin

[Podfic] The Selkie and his Boy (length 2:07:00 spread over six chapters) read by @spiri-a, written by @hushed-chorus

[Podfic] Wielded by the Righteous by Maanorchidee (length 12:32) read by pectinouscube, written by @forabeatofadrum

Rated M

[Podfic] Sleeper Agents (length 13:31) read by @larkral, written by @mostlymaudlin

[Podfic] Shiver (length 43:48) read by theimpossibledemon, written by @captain-araliasand @facewithoutheart

[Podfic] Hold You Close Just Like a Photograph (length 20:05) read by @captain-aralias, written by @skeedelvee

Rated E

[Podfic] The Worst Chosen Ones (The "Let It Snow" Remix) (length 39:19) read by @bookish-bogwitch, written by @captain-aralias

[Podfic] Playing the Field (length 45:56) read by @cutestkilla, written by @fatalfangirl

[that-disabled-princess]

WIP Wednesday

Hi hi! Been a minute since I've shared a WIP!

I recently posted a part two to Grow as we go, a soft hurt/comfort (mostly comfort) fic. Here's a paragraph I especially love:

Runaan paints different types of stars and planets, a galaxy bursting to life along his husband’s arm. Stars shimmer as they dry, planets dance with each twist of Ethari’s wrist. His markings and his own scars set the galaxy alight, comets shooting across his skin. Ethari seamlessly switches his mug to his other hand as Runaan moves to paint his other arm, this time painting a garden of vines. Flowers bloom along them, stems and vines branching out, growing leaves, curling in the crook of Ethari’s elbow.

And I wrote smut for the first time since last year! I wrote a smutfic!! And finished!!! (And so did they 😉) I'm currently working on editing it :D

Runaan comes out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel around his waist, drying his hair with another towel. Ethari swallows harshly, eyes traveling down his husband's body. Runaan notices and grins, but only comes to sit on the edge of the bed, grin softening.

“How are you feeling?”

Ethari hums. “Better. But perhaps I could use another distraction...”

Runaan’s grin returns in full force as he moves to straddle him. Runaan tosses aside the towel he was using on his hair, draping his arms around Ethari's neck and nosing at his ear.

“Oh? And what did you have in mind?”

Thanks to everyone who keeps tagging me @artsyunderstudy @stitchyqueer @brendughh @noblecorgi @run-for-chamo-miles

@wellbelesbian @hushed-chorus (excited for your CODW!) @forabeatofadrum @larkral @imagineacoolusername

@you-remind-me-of-the-babe @rimeswithpurple 💖💖

Tagging all y'all back plus @hoothalcyon @bazzybelle @no-cinnamon-for-synonym @valeffelees @tea-brigade <22

[orange-peony]

Thanks for tagging me on Sunday @alexalexinii, @hushed-chorus and @you-remind-me-of-the-babe!

I've been working on my fic for the @drarry-mini-bang, but unfortunately I can't share it yet. I've also been desperately trying to finish something for the @erotic-grope-fest which started off as a drabble for a the tropes ask.

Here's a snippet:

I know he can see me better than I can see him. I know all about him. I remember the way he felt against my lips, that night when he set the woods on fire. I can still recall the way he tasted. The way I held him under the stars. The smell of smoke and the crackling of the fire behind me. The way nothing else mattered, only the feeling of Baz in my arms, crying and clinging to me. He shivers, and I snap out of my reverie. “It’s cold,” I say gruffly. “You take the bed.” “I’m not letting you sleep on the floor, Snow,” he replies, like he always does. It’s a careful dance we’ve crafted over weeks and months. I still wait for him to say it, because I don’t have the courage to do it myself (I wonder if I lost it when I lost myself). “Your bed can fit two grown men.” And then, “Come here. We’ll keep each other warm.”  I wonder what will happen when the days grow longer and warmer. Will there be no more excuse for this, and I’ll have to sleep on the cold floor, then?

Tagging (apologies if you've already done it, I am scheduling the post): @pato-roldnart, @bubble-gumhead, @artsyunderstudy, @larkral, @cutestkilla, @hushed-chorus, @alexalexinii, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @rimeswithpurple, @regretfulcorrine, @excalisbury, @littlewinnow, @basiatlu, @martsonmars, @thewholelemon, @letraspal, @crazybutgood, @okay-sky, @fatalfangirl @facewithoutheart, @imagineacoolusername, @blackberrysummerblog, @tea-brigade, @ivelovedhimthroughworse, @ebbpettier, @captain-aralias @leithillustration, @vukovich and @peachpety.​

[ivelovedhimthroughworse]

Six Sentence Sunday

I hope that this spring (or autumn in the southern hemisphere) brings you all the very best things.

One of the unexpected things it will bring is a Simon Snow Godzilla!AU. How many people are both Carry On and Godzilla fans? Let's see a show of hands. Anyone?

Ah well, my brain is a silly place and this story was coming whether anyone wanted it or not.

“If you haven’t guessed, I’m an American,” Shepard Love said, winningly. “But I love Japan. It’s always been my dream to come here.” Peni didn’t need to be told. There was something so American about him. He smiled too broadly. He gestured too much. His accent was terrible. And most of all, he didn’t seem to be bothered that she was ignoring him, so that he was left holding a conversation alone.

And there's art too! Stay tuned!

Tags and daffodils to you my friends!

@angelsfalling16; @aristocratic-otter; @artsyunderstudy; @bazzybelle; @best--dress; @blackberrysummerblog; @bookish-bogwitch; @captain-aralias; @confused-bi-queer; @cutestkilla; @dragoneggos; @diningpageantry; @excalisbury; @facewithoutheart; @fatalfangirl; @foolofabookwyrm-activated; @forabeatofadrum; @hushed-chorus; @iamamythologicalcreature; @ileadacharmedlife; @larkral; @martsonmars; @monbons; @moodandmist; @mostlymaudlin; @nightimedreamersworld; @orange-peony; @onepintobean; @otherworldsivelivedin; @palimpsessed; @prettygoododds; @prettylightsbigcity; @raenestee; @scone-lover; @starwarned; @stardustasincocaine; @stillmadaboutpetra; @tea-brigade; @technetiumai; @thehoneyedhufflepuff; @thewholelemon; @urban-sith; @wellbelesbian; @whatevertheweather; @whogaveyoupermission; @youarenevertooold; @you-remind-me-of-the-babe

[aristocratic-otter]

An Ask Game for Writers to Procrastinate Working on Your WIP(s)

Thank you to @theearlgreymage and @wellbelesbian for the tag. I haven't done this one before

(Original Ask Game)

1. 🦈Tell us the name of your/ one of your WIP(s):

I'll go with TikTok dancer, because it's one of only two I haven't published yet, and the other is my COBB so I can't give too much away on it.

2. 🍄Describe your WIP/one of your WIP(s) in the format of “___ + ___ =___”

Simon Snow + the Pacific Ocean = Dancing Sea Lion

3. 🌍What tags or warnings will your / one of your WIP(s) need if you intend to share it?

It is very very explicit. Simon is a slut in this one.

4. 🧭An alternative title to your/ one of your WIP(s)?

Honestly? This is the only name I've come up with for it. I may change it, but I tend to be fairly resolute when it comes to my titles.

5. ⚠️Which WIP your most likely to finish or update next?

Probably Cupid's Shield. I'll be updating Cupid's Shield and Saving Simon Snow in the next few days. The next chapter of Stars, Flowers, and Children ought to go up by Wednesday.

6. 💾What is your document of your WIP/ a WIP called? (not the stories actual title but what you’ve saved it as)

I always save my docs under their title once I have the title. Before that, I call it by a descriptive phrase, like "cobb 2024" or "Tiktok AU"

7. 🖍Post Any sentence(s) from your WIP.

Simon Snow is standing above me, looking at me with a perplexed expression. I quickly get my own expression under control. “Hello?” I say coolly.

“Baz,” he says, and my eyes widen. I wouldn’t have thought he’d remember my name, given the many similar encounters he must have had over the years. 

“Snow,” I say, neither encouraging nor discouraging this discourse.

For some strange reason though, his eyes light up at the sound of his name and he beams at me. “What?” I say sharply, confused.

He shakes his head and his curls fly about with the motion. “Nothing. It’s just, I like it when you call me that.”

That’s distinctly odd. Don’t people generally prefer to be called by their first names?

8. ♻️A scrapped idea for your current WIP.

I originally had this ending two different ways, and one of them was mpreg. I shifted away from that idea before I started typing though.

9. 🤔What’s a story you’d love to write but haven’t even started yet?

My friend denticles (sorry, forgot your Tumblr user) gifted me an idea that involves Baz being a fanfic writer during the Watford years. I'm excited to start it, but I am determined to finish The Heart in The Well first.

10. 🤡How many WIPS are you actively working on?

lol, you know me. Too many. 8 at the moment.

11. 🛠Is there a scene or anything in the WIP you are struggling with right now?

Not currently. I'm more fighting with deciding how detailed to make upcoming scenes.

12. ❤️Not a question, just a second Kudos to send.

🥰

I'll tag most everyone I know who (I think) has a current WIP, why not?

@iamamythologicalcreature, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @chen-chen-chen-again-chen, @palimpsessed, @frjsti, @fatalfangirl, @melodysmash, @onepintobean, @tea-brigade, @messofthejess, @larkral, @confused-bi-queer, @mooncello, @j-nipper-95, @facewithoutheart, @best--dress, @nightimedreamersghost,  @thewholelemon, @youarenevertooold, @cutestkilla, @artsyunderstudy, @ileadacharmedlife, @hushed-chorus, @prettygoododds, @whatevertheweather, @angelsfalling16, @noblecorgi, @bookish-bogwitch, and @blackberrysummerblog 

[guitarbomb]

Red Witch Synthotron III: A Unique Analog Synth, Filter, and Chorus

Red Witch has introduced the Synthotron III, an all-analog monophonic guitar synthesizer that combines a filter, sample and hold, and analog chorus in one pedal. Red Witch Synthotron III According to Ben Fulton, the owner and designer of Red Witch, “The Synthotron III is the most distinctive pedal I’ve ever created. Its predecessors, Synthotron I and II, were unique but somewhat polarizing due to…

[cutestkilla]

Thanks for the tags today @youarenevertooold @nausikaaa and @that-disabled-princess! Sharing today for the first time in months because I'm working away on my episode of the Star Trek Redemption AU gift series for @raenestee, The Tardigrade and his Boy. (New chapter incoming this afternoon!)

So, way more than six sentences from that new chapter below, including an appearance from a special guest star:

We all turn around at the same time, toward the voice. The child’s voice. It’s immediately obvious where it came from. There’s a human boy squeezed directly between Shepard and Baz on the cargo hold bench seat.  He can’t be more than eleven or twelve years old, with short cropped hair and freckles, and he’s dressed oddly, like he walked right out of one of those old Terran feel-good films from the twentieth century, featuring a group of ragtag tweens coming of age on some kind of adventure. And there’s something strangely familiar about him… “What the—” “How in the universe—” “Who are—” “Are you a—” “Wicked,” the boy says with a sideways grin. He claps his hands together, gleeful. “I’ve never been to space before!” 

Yes, here he is, the titular boy!

Hellos and tags under the cut! Thanks to everyone who keeps tagging me even though my participation is sparse! I always love to see your stuff.

@artsyunderstudy @hushed-chorus @shrekgogurt @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @aristocratic-otter @facewithoutheart @thewholelemon @iamamythologicalcreature @ivelovedhimthroughworse @whatevertheweather @fatalfangirl @bookish-bogwitch @captain-aralias @technetiumai @forabeatofadrum @stitchyqueer @messofthejess @prettygoododds @theearlgreymage @run-for-chamo-miles @ileadacharmedlife @alexalexinii @nightimedreamersworld @j-nipper-95 @larkral @ic3-que3n @rimeswithpurple @blackberrysummerblog @brilla-brilla-estrellita @onepintobean @martsonmars @best--dress @emeryhall @orange-peony @angelsfalling16 @whogaveyoupermission @moodandmist @skeedelvee @tea-brigade @mostlymaudlin and everyone/anyone else who wants to share!

[mooncello]

WIP Wednesday

thank you for the tags @larkral, @thewholelemon and @rimeswithpurple!

I read a lot of fic over winter break, and it seriously helped me get thru a difficult holiday season. new fics, older fics, fics linked from new art. so, thank you, to everyone that creates and shares. it's been a balm, to say the least. <3

still working on my lost boys fic. this story has completely seized my heart, and im kinda feeling feral about it. but it's also kicking my ass. here's a brief section i'm feeling okay about.

The next time I dream of him, I’ve just turned twelve. It’s night, and snow falls outside, draping the London streets in icy white. I’m crying quietly into my pillow with my fingers twisted in what’s left of my hair. My head feels heavy. Eyelids, too. I drift off to sleep. There’s a whispered noise by the window, and I see his shadow a half second before he lands barefoot on my bedroom floor. He shakes off snow that immediately melts into water droplets. In the damp, his curls are riotous. “You know, most people would call this breaking and entering,” I say, but I’m smiling. I had forgotten how my dreams of him make me feel. Safe. Wanted. Seen. His smile makes everything in my chest hurt a little less. That smile is now directed at me. “You’re not most people, are you?” Simon asks. “I am most certainly not,” I reply. I scramble from the bed to join Simon by the window. “Are we going back?” “Do you want to?” I nod, greedily. The red wings appear. Then the shimmering dust. His hand holding mine. The somewhat dizzying sensation of soaring over London. Of swimming through air.

no pressure tags under the cut!

hello new fandom friends, and happy new year. adding a few writers whose works helped me get thru the past couple weeks. xo @thewholelemon @supercutedinosaurs @hushed-chorus @rimeswithpurple @facewithoutheart @iamamythologicalcreature @shrekgogurt @larkral @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @bookish-bogwitch @fatalfangirl @tea-brigade @moodandmist @raenestee @best--dress @nightimedreamersworld

[fatalfangirl]

Hi friends. Still no writing (maybe this weekend). But progress has been made on my This Will All Go Down In Flames embroidery.

I’m winging it and you can tell with the trees but the look isn’t too bad.

Tagging @facewithoutheart for this gift of a fic, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @whatevertheweather, @moodandmist, @cutestkilla, @captain-aralias, @bookish-bogwitch, @artsyunderstudy, @iamamythologicalcreature, @ivelovedhimthroughworse, @letraspal, @aristocratic-otter, @palimpsessed, @wellbelesbian, @thewholelemon, @hushed-chorus, @shrekgogurt, @sillyunicorn, @tea-brigade, @ileadacharmedlife, and @skeedelvee.

[rimeswithpurple]

Happy Sunday! Many thanks to @youarenevertooold & @blackberrysummerblog for the tags! I've got WIPs for two projects, so I finally have something to share. First is another sketch for @nightimedreamersworld 's The Naked Truth. I'm just loving the expression on sad, naked Baz.

The second one is inspiration/visual research for @carry-on-big-bang ! This is how I used to work on fashion collections in college and every now and then a project calls for the sketchbook treatment. I love how I feel more immersed in a project after doing this!

Hellos and no pressure tags below the cut!

@valeffelees @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @artsyunderstudy @thewholelemon @bookish-bogwitch @ic3-que3n @orange-peony @hushed-chorus @larkral @emeryhall @whatevertheweather @supercutedinosaurs @erzbethluna @theimpossibledemon @cosmicalart @katatsumuli @tea-brigade @ivelovedhimthroughworse @that-disabled-princess @iamamythologicalcreature @facewithoutheart @fatalfangirl @onepintobean @ileadacharmedlife

[mesetacadre]

your "no pasaran" posting reminded me of that DDR song about building the wall (the chorus has the phrase)

personally I think it fits in this case, but what do you think? (since the stakes were a bit different)

I haven't heard that song, but there are some key differences between the east/west germany split and the Spanish Civil War which must be pointed out.

As I said in the post, No Pasarán was originally popularized (not invented) for the purpose of the defense of Madrid. Early to mid autumn of 1936 was a very tense period, since the rebels still had the intertia and initiative from coming down from the northwest towards Madrid's east. The International Brigades, -specifically the 11th, 12th and 14th brigades [battalions Edgar André (German), Paris Commune (French and Belgian), Dabrowski (Polish, Hungarian, Yugoslav, Paraguayan), Garibaldi (Italian), and Thaelmann (German)]- played a crucial role in stopping the rebel advance on its tracks, in the early November battles in and around the Eastern Park and Central University Campus. In the outskirts of Madrid, the Brigades also had a decisive role in preventing the envelopment of the city via the south around the Jarama Valley, where the Dabrowski battalion took on most of the rebels' fight, including divisions of fascist Italy.

Even if the SCW was a war fought between the Spanish, the proletarian internationalism and zeal displayed by the brigades in the defense of Madrid gave No Pasarán an undeniable internationalist element. The fall of Madrid was prevented by the inexperienced but decided effort of tens of nationalities, risking not only their lives but their own safety in their home countries, since many punished the brigadiers who managed to return. Those brigadiers were overwhelmingly mere workers who understood the SCW was an opportunity to beat fascism, especially the German and Italian workers who saw in the attempted coup of July 18th what they had experienced in 1922 and 1933, these brigadiers understood that not letting the fascists pass was the first step in defeating them wholly. And they carried on their anti-fascism after Spain fell, providing resistance and guerillas across Europe with the experienced acquired in Spain.

The anti-fascist defense wall, as it was called within the DDR, also had the purpose of preventing the advance of fascist, reactionary or otherwise sabotaging forces within a divided country. But it did lack that element of internationalism, at least at the same level that the defense of Madrid had. I still think the slogan is appropriate in this context, but they aren't identical situations even if the general purpose rhymes with the defense of Madrid. It's not that the stakes were that different, as you say, since a failure to keep those reactionary elements would have ended in disaster, like it ended up happening, it was simply less explicit and a little bit less pressing of an issue in the DDR as it was in the SCW.