#Carry on not as in “my wayward son” but as in “your memory will”

[rottedsoulx]

finally posting this bc i was originally gonna add more to it, and I will but *jazz hands* this for now. Also if you haven't watched trollstopia this is solely based off Pushy Poppy and my belief that she is the Creek of her universe. Which means I make Branch the Poppy, and Creek the Branch...

More on that under the cut :>

IDK HOW EXACTLY THIS WOULD WORK,,, bc although I think she's a self-serving a-hole I don't think Poppy in any universe would be willing to sacrifice her whole species for just herself,... but she might for her only friends. Or more specifically, the only troll that didn't just tolerate her for her status: Branch. (And she doesn't hate Creek, just isn't used to being treated like just anyone, and just anyone to Creek is a nuisance lmao)....and to an extent the Snack Pack (....s-smack pack-).

She's a bitch, but inside she's a little girl who was raised underneath her perished sister's shadow.

Nicknames:

-Puppy (pending)

-Pranch (Party Branch)

-Greek (Grey Creek)

Also huge shoutout to @ryuunoyuki who I chatted to bounce off ideas with and I'm pretty sure she came up with the nicknames hehe!

[searchingforserendipity25]

Plentiful as Sand is Plentiful. LoTR. on ao3.

There was for many years an hourglass upon Elrond’s desk, a tall ivory-and-glass thing from sunken Númenor. 

As a little child Estel liked to turn it and turn it, and would sit for hours upon his foster father’s lap following the mother-of-pearl etchings on the handle with his fingertips and watching the sand shift softly. 

For a time it was too heavy for his small wrists to turn; but Elrond with his keen hearing would know when the last grains came with an end, and knew when to turn it without lifting his eyes from his papers.

 Elrond had given it for him to hold, when he told him the truth of his name: Aragon, son of Arathorn, heir to Isildur’s line and Isildur’s grim failure. 

“Yet also to the courage of his people, and their skill,” Elrond told him. “Your forefather it was who made this time piece as a gift to me. From the glass-rooms of Armenelos it came, the last of Isildur’s works of beauty. It has been of good use to me, and good memory; I give it to you, that you should remember him with gratitude, as well as bitterness.”

“Yet bitter is it what you say to me,” said Estel, who was Aragorn. He was startled still, and yet not surprised entirely; for the blood of kings ran in him, and had at times left an uneasy premonition upon him. 

Still he would have remained been Estel, and no lost kingdom’s wayward heir; least of all in this century, this Age of the world, with an evil reckoning brewing in the distance. 

He turned the hourglass in his hands; a Mannish means of counting time, not to be found in other elvish kingdoms, but common enough in the house of Elrond Peredhel. “Keep it, Master Elrond. I cannot have it as my own, ere I am Isildur’s heir truly. These hurrying moments that are my lifetime shall be a heavy load to carry, I judge, and my course too rough for such a delicate thing.”

“Then keep it I shall, until you wish to reclaim it, or your score of years are run to their course,” said Elrond; and laid upon Estel’s shoulder the heavy comfort of his healer’s hands, which he felt for a time like a yoke as well as a kindness. 

It rested between a tall orchid Celebrían had found once in her expeditions in the wilds of Ennor, a narrow and tall and very orange creature, the last of its kind on these shore - and on the other side was his pile of used quills, which he tended to keep until they were worn through into stumps, too blunt to be sharpened.

He used it little, after that day; but at times Arwen his daughter came, and stood by the chair where Aragorn had sat with bent shoulders to her his name. 

Her fingers, long broideress fingers, touched the waves and leviathans Isildur had carved, with careful deliberation, in the last days of his youth, the dying of his empire. Her eyes grew clouded, then; not with the memory of the past, but her own designs, a future seen with the force of her want. Her own lord of man, his dear face not like any other’s; her own cities crowded with the smell of stone dust and salt.

She left it there, warmed by her skin, and went away from it but for rare and secret visits; but Elrond at times looked heavily upon it, as once he had not. 

That was another Age of the world. There is now an hourglass amidst Tar-Elessar’s instruments - behind the inkwell of Gondorin silver, besides the whittling of an eagle in flight his eldest daughter has wrought him. 

Many gifts have been to him, the king well-returned; but none quite as ancient. Elessar turns it in his hands, when a heavy ruling keeps him at work long into the night; Isildur’s hourglass, grown light with the strength of his manhood, feels always a little terrible to hold.

[thisiswhereikeepdcthings]

Jason & Bruce angsty fics? Pls?

Oh ho ho okay here we go...

(Sorry it took a few days I was very liberal in my interpretation of what constituted angst and I had many, many fics to include - this isn’t even anything close to all of them but if you find one you like I recommend looking for fics in the same collections or under the same tags)

Disclaimer: I’ve read the majority of these, but a few are from my marked for later list. Also different authors approach and interpret characters very differently. If you don’t like something, don’t read it, but please be respectful to the authors.

And as always when looking for fics, please pay attention to tags, summaries, ratings, and warnings. Many of these fics deal with heavy topics and potential triggers, so be mindful of what you choose to read.

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[sosaysdean]

and though you’re dead and gone believe me your memory will carry on my wayward son there’ll be peace when you are done

[ionlydrinkhotwater]

Simon says some disturbing small insights about his past and then moves on. Like Baz in his thoughts is an open book about his traumas even if he's in denial we as the audience hear all about them. But Simon in his own povs, his own head, will mention his habit of self harm in the form of purposefully knocking himself into things

"We get to my next lesson, and I intentionally slam my shoulder into the wall next to the door. (People who tell you that slamming and bashing into things won't make you feel better haven't slammed or bashed enough.) -Chapter 50 Carry On

or how he channels a lot of his strong emotions through violence which kids who experience violence growing up tend to do or how he's repressed painful childhood memories cause he just doesn't want to remember what happened to him as a kid

"I used to see a counsellor and a speech therapist, 'Use your words, Simon.'. I got so bloody sick of hearing that. It was so much easier to just take what I wanted instead of asking for it. Or thump whoever was hurting me, even if they thumped me right back"-Chapter 17 Carry On.

It's like he pokes at his trauma for a sec in his own POV and then runs from it like even he can't be open about it to himself so the reader has to parse out the significance of what he just said.

I think it says a lot that it was when his therapist wanted to probe into his childhood that he quit therapy completely: 

"If the kids from the care homes could see me now...Well, really, I wouldn't want them to see me because then I'd have to see them. And I don't have many good memories of my childhood outside of Watford."-Chapter 9 Wayward Son

"My therapist (the one I was seeing last summer) always wanted me to talk about that-what my life was like as a kid, how I felt, who took care of me.I tried to tell her that I can't remember-and I really can't." -Chapter 9 Wayward Son

"It's all sort of spotty. I vaguely remember where I lived before my magic kicked in, what school I was in, what I watched on the telly...I can remember that things were bad, but not specifically why. Trauma affects memory, my therapist said. Your brain closes off painful corridors."-Chapter 9 Wayward Son

" 'That sounds good to me", I told her. "Thank you, brain.'

I don't see why I should go looking for pain and trouble in my childhood, especially things my head has already taped off." -Chapter 9 Wayward Son

"The therapist said I needed to work through the past to keep it from undermining the present" -Chapter 9 Wayward Son

I hope that Simon stops hurting himself, goes back into therapy and works through his past.

[vivifriend]

9 Aesthetic Albums

Was tagged by @thequeenofthewinter. Thank you. ^^ it was an interesting way to procrastinate this morning. And following your example, I'll also note my favorite songs, though not necessarily from the listed album. ^_^

Rules: Display my 9 favorite album covers for art reasons not content.

I'll tag @rainpebble3, @sixylicious and @raine-kai cause I'm curious but also Zero pressure. 💖 (if anyone else sees it, feel free to contribute).

Without further ado:

1 - SJ Tucker -Mischief. First album of hers I ever bought and looking at it still makes me smile. She has other album covers that are pretty but I adore the whimsy here. (If you're unfamiliar with her music, I highly recommend: Playing D&D and Cheshire Kitten)

2- Amaranthe -Manifest. I like most of Amaranthe's cover designs. They always include a futuristic/fantasy feeling but I really like the contrasting colors in this one. (If you haven't listened to Amaranthe, I recommend Crystalline or Amaranthine).

3- Lyriel -Leverage. Pretty Steampunk vibes here. What's not to like? ^^ (The named song from this album is a good intro to their music. But Paranoid Circus is one of my favorites (and their most popular from what I've seen. For good reason, it's enthralling)).

4- Within Temptation -The Silent Force. There are a few Within Temptation album covers I love but there's something about the contrast of the blue and black on this one that always draws me in. It's just very aesthetically pleasing. XD (If you don't know Within Temptation: Bittersweet is one of my favorite songs though it can be hard to track down. But you can't go wrong with Memories or Stand My Ground).

5- Panic! At the Disco -Pray for the Wicked. I really like the paint blending contrasted with the harsher lines of the buildings. (If you somehow haven't heard any of their songs, you can't really go wrong with High Hopes. But I gotta say... I do quite enjoy their version of Into the Unknown from Frozen 2 (still haven't seen that movie).

6- Trans-Siberian Orchestra -Night Castle. It's a castle. Can't really go wrong there. ^_^ (If you're only familiar with their holiday music I recommend: The Safest Way Into tomorrow or Night Castle).

7- Kansas -Point of Know Return. If it's not obvious by now, I enjoy whimsy. And Peter Lloyd's work here is lovely. (I'd be surprised if you don't know Kansas. But on the outside chance; Carry on Wayward Son and Dust in the Wind are well known, and fantastic. ^_^ )

8- Blind Guardian -A Twist of Myth. Now my favorite song by Blind Guardian is The Bard's Song but that's not on this album and this album cover has a Dragon, so obviously it's the better cover, lol. (Blind Guardian is well worth a listen imo. Skalds and Shadows, and the aforementioned Bard's Song are my favorites and a good intro to their style).

9- Kamelot -Silverthorn. The cover art is so pretty! The icicles, the Corvids, the dress! Just love it. (If you don't know Kamelot, I'd think that you should listen to three songs: Under Grey Skies, Silverthorn (Instrumental version) and Nothing Ever Dies to get an idea of the range their music can span).

[jedimordsith]

A continuation of the chunk from Sunday. 

(Other bits here and here. More blurbs to follow)

Luke pushed back his own memories — all of them lighting candles for her, begging the Force to bring her back. The candle sitting on his nightstand beside a pile of Festival candy he’d gotten for her until it had spoiled and how he’d cried when they’d had to throw it out.

Mara hugged him tighter, then yelped. Luke pulled back quickly and Mara tucked her left wrist against her chest. He saw for the first time that it was splinted. 

“Are you okay?” He asked, all his concern flooding back. 

Mara nodded. She held her hand out tentatively. “It’s got metal in it now.” 

Luke peered at her hand, able to clearly see the outlines where metal had replaced bone under her nearly translucent skin. 

“Kind of like your dad’s,” Mara added. “Except the skin is still mine.” 

“Cool!” Luke looked up. “They should have given you claws! Like Wolverine!*” 

Mara brightened and looked at Deppa hopefully. “Can they do that?” 

“I’m fairly sure that would break at least a few Republic laws,” she said dryly. “Otherwise Anakin would have them already himself.” She looked to Luke. “I believe you said something about cookies, young Skywalker?”

“Yeah!” Luke pulled the package of only-slightly-smushed cookies from his pocket. 

“Tell you what. I could use to stretch my legs. Why don’t you two stay here and eat those. Maybe drink some of the milk Master Che left for Mara.” She narrowed her eyes. “If you’re very quiet and don’t get into trouble, I might see what I can do about getting proper visiting privileges for you tomorrow.”

“And Leia?” Luke asked. “An’ maybe Ezra and —”

He trailed off at her look. “Um, thank you Knight Bilabba.”

Deppa smiled and stepped out, closing the door behind her. 

“Do you really think they won’t be afraid of me?” Mara asked. “Or think I’m…ugly, now?” 

“What?” Luke frowned. “No way! Scars are super cool. Yours are way cooler than the one Ezra got jumping off the fountain anyway.” 

“Ezra jumped off a fountain?!”

Grinning, Luke climbed onto the bed and held out a cookie. Mara joined him, sitting close enough that their knees touched. It felt good to have her back, and Luke liked how her sense got brighter as he talked, so he launched into all the stories he could remember from while she was gone. 

When Anakin came to retrieve his wayward son, he stopped in the doorway, his heart cracking. Luke and Mara Jade were both asleep on the bed, their heads together in the middle, sticky fingers clutching each other tightly. 

“When he wakes,” Deppa said, “tell him I’ll bring Mara up for a few hours tomorrow.” She smiled gently. “He broke the cage around her mind. I think she’s going to be all right now.” 

“Good,” Anakin said, his eyes on the tiny redhead. “I wasn’t sure she’d make it when we found her. She always been strong, but…” he shook his head and walked to the bed to scoop up his son. 

Mara startled awake when he eased Luke’s hand out of hers, scrambling backward. Only Deppa’s quick use of the Force prevented her from tumbling off the bed.

“Sorry, little one,” Anakin said quietly. “I didn’t mean to startle you. I just came to take Luke home. You can see him again tomorrow, all right?” 

Mara nodded, obviously trying to settle the panic that had gripped her. 

Anakin nodded reassuringly and started out. At the foot of the bed, he stopped and turned back. “You’re going to be a great Jedi, Mara.” 

Her green eyes went wide. 

“I know the Emperor lied to you. But you’re not the only person he hurt, and we’re all in this together, okay?” 

Mara seemed to deflate, her body going soft with relief. “Yes, sir.” 

“Get some sleep,” he ordered. “I’m going to get Leia out of her commitments tomorrow and she’ll want to run you off your feet.”

Smiling, Mara let Deppa move to tuck her in as Anakin carried his still-sleeping son out and toward home. 

* since wolverines are canon, I’m going to assume they must also have a comic book character much like the IRL one 

[asset35-maya]

REUNION

Dear friends, followers. 

It’s me, Maya.

I’ve not been writing for a very long time because of work and other priorities in life, but I seriously plan to get back to it. I began writing fanfic two years ago as practice for creating concepts, narratives and character arcs without the pressure of original worldbuilding.

My secret dream is to write for film someday and run my own production company. I have some very strong ideas and hope to make them come alive in the next few years. For now, I will most likely juggle my IRL responsibilities and get some more practice/wordcount under my belt.

I might not always be successful, but I will try my level best to: A)finish my WIPs in the DBH and MCYT RPF fandoms and B)practice screenwriting and pieces required for film/television production.

Thank you to those who’ve supported me in the past. I hope you’ll stick around as I continue my writing journey, and give me notes if you can. (By notes, I mean feedback.. but tumblr notes would be awesome too!!)

To kick things off, here is a Treatment I’ve written for a spinoff from a popular but cancelled Netflix series called Altered Carbon:

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A CTAC soldier named Maya is spun up over 200 years after her organic death. The last memory she has is coming home from an offworld mission and getting her stack blown through her throat intact before she could even set her keys down. 

She finds her hometown on Earth largely unchanged. Cars fly, acid pours from the sky and nature is well and truly dead. The same Meths run everything, vapid and uncaring as ever. The quirky AI love hotels aren’t thriving like they used to but they’re definitely still around.

Her husband still lives in their apartment in midtown Bay City. David is CTAC Special Forces and incredibly valuable to the Protectorate. After two centuries of elite operations and resleeving on demand, the rank he bears is astronomically higher than Maya remembers. Mild surprise is all he expresses when she storms back into the tiny kitchen she died in.

He greets her like an acquaintance and informs her, almost as an afterthought, that their little boy is dead. RD-ed in conflict about twenty years after her attack. Top of his military cohort and as talented as his mother. They never found his stack. Likely destroyed by the Envoys he was fighting. Maya is overcome with grief for the toddler she never saw grow up. Her husband asks if she’ll stay for dinner.

She doesn’t have much time to dwell on the past. Maya soon finds herself in the employ of a powerful Meth who carried her stack along with several others on a key ring. The Meth is oddly kind, but ignores all her questions. The only clues come from the Meth’s wayward daughter, Ariel. A raging alcoholic who gets a new liver 3D-printed every week. It’s easy to hate the girl, but Maya’s irritation quickly disappears when she recognizes the tarnished wedding ring on Ariel’s finger. It is her own. And the wretched woman is her son’s widow.

Maya tries in vain to sit her monosyllabic husband down for a talk. His evasive responses frustrate her to no end and one evening, she slaps him across the face in a burst of rage. The tears in his eyes immediately tell her who’s been wearing her husband’s sleeve all this time... and Maya can’t believe it took her that long to recognize her own child. 

It’s extremely odd and she’s doubly thankful she made no attempt to rekindle any romance since her return. She wipes his tears and cups his jaw like she used to when he was nervous to board the school bus. They smile shakily at each other, both hyperaware of the irony of the situation. Between his father’s sleeve and his own stack, she’s coddling the most lethal fighter in the entire Protectorate.

“Robin... you need to tell me now. It’s okay. You’ve been very brave but I’m here now. You can tell me. Where is your father?”

“Somewhere safe.”

“Robin…”

“I promise, Ma. He’s as safe as you were all this time.”

The Meth’s key ring jingles in the back of Maya’s mind. She drops his jaw and steps back in shock. It would be so, so easy to burst back into her boss’s office and rip the ring of stacks out of his hand. But she knows better than that.

“Why?”

“Dad wanted to hide us all. So I helped him.”

“And your wife helped you?” 

“Ariel didn’t really know that she did but... yes.” 

“How did you-”

“I put on Dad’s sleeve and handed her two stacks. Yours. Dad’s.”

Maya closes her eyes as her worst suspicion is confirmed. It was David who’d pulled the gun on her all those lifetimes ago. It was David who’d scooped her stack up from the bloodied floor with utmost love and care. It was David who’d turned their son into their saviour.

“Told her it was the Envoys who killed her husband, and when the time came, we would spin them back up to make things right.”

“She’s been waiting 200 years for you to make good on that promise?”

“Her family would never doubt a word to come out of a CTAC officer’s mouth.”

“Okay. So why am I here now, Robin?”

“Laurens Bancroft just pulled Takeshi Kovacs out of prison.”

The second name rings a bell, and Maya claps a hand over her eyes as yet another suspicion is confirmed. David had always been a little too intrigued by the literature of Quellcrist Falconer. It was an interest that went above and beyond knowing one’s enemy. She’d warned him about it plenty of times. Robin probably remembered the dinner table arguments too. But here they were, 200 years hence. A family of three with their heads in the lion’s mouth, banking on the last Envoy to do something crazy and finally set them all free.

[roman-catholic-mass-readings]

13th January >> Mass Readings (USA)

Friday, First Week in Ordinary Time 

or

Saint Hilary, Bishop, Doctor.

Friday, First Week in Ordinary Time

(Liturgical Colour: Green)

First Reading Hebrews 4:1-5, 11 Let us strive to enter into that rest.

Let us be on our guard while the promise of entering into his rest remains, that none of you seem to have failed. For in fact we have received the Good News just as our ancestors did. But the word that they heard did not profit them, for they were not united in faith with those who listened. For we who believed enter into that rest, just as he has said:

As I swore in my wrath, “They shall not enter into my rest,”

and yet his works were accomplished at the foundation of the world. For he has spoken somewhere about the seventh day in this manner,

And God rested on the seventh day from all his works;

and again, in the previously mentioned place,

They shall not enter into my rest.

Therefore, let us strive to enter into that rest, so that no one may fall after the same example of disobedience.

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

Responsorial Psalm Psalm 78:3 and 4bc, 6c-7, 8

R/ Do not forget the works of the Lord!

What we have heard and know, and what our fathers have declared to us, we will declare to the generation to come The glorious deeds of the LORD and his strength.

R/ Do not forget the works of the Lord!

That they too may rise and declare to their sons that they should put their hope in God, And not forget the deeds of God but keep his commands.

R/ Do not forget the works of the Lord!

And not be like their fathers, a generation wayward and rebellious, A generation that kept not its heart steadfast nor its spirit faithful toward God.

R/ Do not forget the works of the Lord!

Gospel Acclamation Luke 7:16

Alleluia, alleluia. A great prophet has arisen in our midst and God has visited his people. Alleluia, alleluia.

Gospel Mark 2:1-12 The Son of Man has authority to forgive sins on earth.

When Jesus returned to Capernaum after some days, it became known that he was at home. Many gathered together so that there was no longer room for them, not even around the door, and he preached the word to them. They came bringing to him a paralytic carried by four men. Unable to get near Jesus because of the crowd, they opened up the roof above him. After they had broken through, they let down the mat on which the paralytic was lying. When Jesus saw their faith, he said to him, “Child, your sins are forgiven.” Now some of the scribes were sitting there asking themselves, “Why does this man speak that way? He is blaspheming. Who but God alone can forgive sins?” Jesus immediately knew in his mind what they were thinking to themselves, so he said, “Why are you thinking such things in your hearts? Which is easier, to say to the paralytic, ‘Your sins are forgiven,’ or to say, ‘Rise, pick up your mat and walk’? But that you may know that the Son of Man has authority to forgive sins on earth” –he said to the paralytic, “I say to you, rise, pick up your mat, and go home.” He rose, picked up his mat at once, and went away in the sight of everyone. They were all astounded and glorified God, saying, “We have never seen anything like this.”

The Gospel of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

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Saint Hilary, Bishop, Doctor   

(Liturgical Colour: White)

(Readings for the memorial)

(There is a choice today between the readings for the ferial day (Friday) and those for the memorial. The ferial readings are recommended unless pastoral reasons suggest otherwise)

First Reading 1 John 2:18-25 Whoever confesses the Son has the Father as well.

Children, it is the last hour; and just as you heard that the antichrist was coming, so now many antichrists have appeared. Thus we know this is the last hour. They went out from us, but they were not really of our number; if they had been, they would have remained with us. Their desertion shows that none of them was of our number. But you have the anointing that comes from the Holy One, and you all have knowledge. I write to you not because you do not know the truth but because you do, and because every lie is alien to the truth. Who is the liar? Whoever denies that Jesus is the Christ. Whoever denies the Father and the Son, this is the antichrist. Anyone who denies the Son does not have the Father, but whoever confesses the Son has the Father as well. Let what you heard from the beginning remain in you. If what you heard from the beginning remains in you, then you will remain in the Son and in the Father. And this is the promise that he made us: eternal life.

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

Responsorial Psalm Psalm 110:1, 2, 3, 4

R/ You are a priest for ever, in the line of Melchizedek.

The LORD said to my Lord: “Sit at my right hand till I make your enemies your footstool.”

R/ You are a priest for ever, in the line of Melchizedek.

The scepter of your power the LORD will stretch forth from Zion: “Rule in the midst of your enemies.”

R/ You are a priest for ever, in the line of Melchizedek.

“Yours is princely power in the day of your birth, in holy splendor; before the daystar, like the dew, I have begotten you.”

R/ You are a priest for ever, in the line of Melchizedek.

The LORD has sworn, and he will not repent: “You are a priest forever, according to the order of Melchizedek.”

R/ You are a priest for ever, in the line of Melchizedek.

Gospel Acclamation Matthew 5:16

Alleluia, alleluia. Let your light shine before others, that they may see your good deeds and glorify your heavenly Father. Alleluia, alleluia.

Gospel Matthew 5:13-19 You are the light of the world.

Jesus said to his disciples: “You are the salt of the earth. But if salt loses its taste, with what can it be seasoned? It is no longer good for anything but to be thrown out and trampled underfoot. You are the light of the world. A city set on a mountain cannot be hidden. Nor do they light a lamp and then put it under a bushel basket; it is set on a lampstand, where it gives light to all in the house. Just so, your light must shine before others, that they may see your good deeds and glorify your heavenly Father. “Do not think that I have come to abolish the law or the prophets. I have come not to abolish but to fulfill. Amen, I say to you, until heaven and earth pass away, not the smallest letter or the smallest part of a letter will pass from the law, until all things have taken place. Therefore, whoever breaks one of the least of these commandments and teaches others to do so will be called least in the Kingdom of heaven. But whoever obeys and teaches these commandments will be called greatest in the Kingdom of heaven.”

The Gospel of the Lord

R/ Praise to you, Lord Jesus Christ.

[corruptedforce]

ultimate media consumption: 2022 faves

reads of the year-

Revenge of the Sith (Matthew Stover, 2005).

Attack of the Clones (R.A Salvatore, 2006)..

Vader Comic (Greg Pak, 2020)

Healing after the Loss of your Mother (Elaine Mallon, 2008)

Motherless Daughters (Hope Edelman, 2014)

watches of the year - (getting me to watch anything is like pulling teeth)

Yankees Baseball

Awake (2007)

Justice League - Snyder Cut obviously (2021)

Midsommar (2019)

Smile (2022)

Little Italy (2018)

Revenge of the Sith (2005) - it's a constant

Life as a House (2001)

earworms of the year-

Say Something - A Great Big World

Intoxicated - Martin Solveig

I should Go - Levi Kreis

Hotel California - Eagles

Give You What You Like - Avril Lavigne

Falling Slowly - Glen Hansard

Almost Lover - A Fine Frenzy

Running Up that Hill - Placebo

All I Need - Wicked Temptation

Dark Side - Kelly Clarkson

Already Gone - Kelly Clarkson

Take me to Church - Hozier

Carry on my Wayward Son - Kansas

Goodbye my Lover - James Blunt

Am I Savage? - Metallica

Everyone Wants to Rule the World - Tears for Fears

The Popular Art of Bed Making - The Fynches

Absent Words - The Fynches

Losing Your Memory - Ryan Starr

Plus all of my mom's classic rock is on my spotify wrapped too

Sons of Anarchy Volumes 1-5 Soundtracks

binges of the year-

Obi-Wan Kenobi (2022)

The Clone Wars (2008)

Yellowstone (2018)

Mayor of Kingstown (2021)

The Sopranos (1999) - We do this at least every six months

Dallas Cowboy Cheerleaders: MTT (2006)

The Umbrella Academy (2019)

Tagged by: @mayxthexforce

Tagging: @petitsdieu, @desireandduty, @exitiosae, @talesofshadowandlight, @xx--ofmanythoughts--xx, @bchemianrhapscdy anyone else who wants to.

I'm really really bad at this one, because I watch - baseball and only listen to what people say oh hey, listen to this.

[sarah-dipitous]

Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 231

Brother’s Keeper/In the Forest of the Night

“Brother’s Keeper”

Plot Description: Realizing the Mark of Cain has pushed him too far, Dean makes a drastic decision, while Rowena readies a spell that could have huge consequences

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: (I don’t think anyone’s going to die in this opening unless we cut to Dean, but for now it’s Sam and Cas arguing about what to do about Dean) we did cut to Dean, and he looked rough, but no one died

CARRY ON MY WAYWARD SONNNNNN!! We have somehow come to the end of season TEN. I’ve watched TEN. FULL. SEASONS…are we not going to get the traditional “the road so far”??? Absolutely rude, if there’s ever been a time to play a song about a wayward son, it’s the end of this season. Though I suppose we shouldn’t be encouraging him to carry on the way he has

Dean’s just being a DICK to everyone he meets today, dead or alive.

I love how bored Rowena is with Sam right now. She knows he needs her to do the spell, pointing a gun at her just wastes everyone’s time

Cas is probably right that agreeing to Rowena’s revised terms is a mistake but I’m so glad she’ll be getting her freedom back (with any luck)

I don’t know why Sam is so incredulous about the actual fruit from Eden is real in this universe. He’s standing in a room with an angel and the witch mother of the king of hell. And a tree’s existence is too much for him?? Oh, he’s just mad that the very first ingredient is so impossible to get (as is the second)

The third ingredient thoooooo. This is why I love Rowena. The spell requires her to sacrifice something she loves…unfortunately for everyone needing this spell cast, Rowena doesn’t love anything or anyone. She’d sacrifice whatever it is to gain her freedom, but…

Pfffft, Cas went digging in Rowena’s memories for something she loves and only came up with a Polish peasant boy who’s been dead for a couple centuries

Dean, don’t traumatize the teenage girl further!! Don’t bait the vampire into killing the other hunter and then slice its head off like nothing. Dean, this isn’t you. This isn’t your heart

YEAH! I HOPE YOU’RE HAUNTED BY CAS’S BLOODIED FACE AFTER YOU NEARLY KILLED HIM AND RUDY’S SINCE YOU GOT HIM KILLED

You do not look tough trashing that motel room. You look like an oversized toddler throwing a tantrum

Castiel not having Crowley saved in his phone is so unbelievably funny to me. Omg they’re both so bitchy to each other. Crowley wants Cas to beg for his help, call him King….and Cas will physically do it but you can just tell his words are drenched in sarcasm. I love them both

Hi. I hate this show. Sam just got to the motel room, and amongst the ruin, there were the keys to the impala and a note that said “she’s all yours.” I need them to stop this. I need them to stop hurting me like this

WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING, DEAN?? Who did you summon? Oh. Cool. Just Death. I have missed seeing him, wish it was under some other circumstances

I hate that after he’s been such an asshole the past few episodes, I’m still drawn in by what a sad wet kicked puppy he looks like right now pleading with Death to kill him. And Death refusing

Had to rewind because I got distracted. Got brought back into focus by the phrase “the proverbial finger in the dike” which my brain interpreted…differently.

Well, damn. Seems like both the brothers now have connections to actual Lucifer (though the darkness of the Mark apparently predates Lucifer, too, so that’s fun)

Of COURSE Dean would never pass the Mark along to anyone else. He has to take on the burden alone…because he’s so fucking eldest daughter coded

Omg even Sam’s “this isn’t you”-ing Dean. This is fine

THE DINER COUNTER WORKER CROWLEY A LITTLE BIT BONDED WITH IS RELEVANT?! HE’S A DESCENDENT OF—OMG NO. HE *IS* THE POLISH BOY. ROWENA MADE HIM IMMORTAL. This is the wildest show…(I take that back. I forgot Riverdale just wrapped up)

Wtf wtf wtf wtf wtf. It’s so fascinating how the tables…they do turn. We’re in such a similar conundrum as last season. Though, instead of sealing the gates of hell, it’s making sure the darkness never gets set free (whatever that is). And instead of…well, no, Sam would be the one to die this time, too, but it’s not like Dean will be much better off somewhere off planet (literally) so he can never hurt anyone else, will never die, will never pass the Mark on. And Dean’s yelling at Sam about being selfish…when he was the one to save Sam’s life at the expense of shutting hell’s gates FOREVER because he couldn’t live without his brother. They are so toxically codependent

Uuuuuggggghhhhh, the writers are ruining Rowena in one scene. I loved that she was cruel and selfish. Now she’s crying over potentially having to kill the boy she saved. He wasn’t supposed to live past 8, and now he’s lived centuries. Kill him, get your freedom, girl. This isn’t you, Rowena. Just kill him

Would it be the end of a season without a knockdown drag out fight between the brothers?? Maybe…but not one in recent seasons, I’m pretty sure

I feel like Sam is lying…..omg, Dean has to kill Sam himself?!?! With Death’s scythe!!

NOT THE PICTURES OF DEAN AND MARYYYYYYY. This is so melodramatic and YET. AND YET. I’m still on the verge of tears

So what NOW, DEAN?! You just KILLED DEATH (I knew he wasn’t gonna kill Sam, but I did get swept up in the emotions of the scene) they really do just keep screwing over Death. I feel bad for him

Kill him! Kill him! Kill him! Kill him! Ugh, finally.

No no nooooooo, you were only supposed to harm the Polish boy, not turn Cas into a rabid animal to attack Crowley. Crowley I could, to an extent, take or leave, but CASSSSSSSSS

Did you unleash the darkness, boys? Did you? (I know TECHNICALLY it was Rowena, but who forced her hand?)

This seems fine…😬

“In the Forest of the Night”

Plot Description: The Doctor discovers that the final days of humanity have arrived

(I really how we get Missy for real soon. Truly I just want to be tandem simping for her and Rowena)

Not going to lie, I think it’d look pretty cool if we let a forest overtake a good portion of London. Those giant lion statues in Trafalgar Square just in the middle of the woods? Would look so cool

Omg…they had no idea what happened to London……sorry, the whole world, while they were doing a sleepover at some museum or another. Could be the natural history one. So it was QUICK quick

The little girl raises an excellent series of questions. Why CANT they just wait for a coach? Why CANT they wait for the trees to disappear? They did simply appear overnight. The answer, of course, because that wouldn’t be much of an episode

Why isn’t one of you staying behind the group of kids?? One of you should lead and the other should be behind so none of the kids get LITERALLY left behind

Do these kids not remember the weird custodian who was at their school not too long ago? Why do none of them recognize the Doctor?

Kids on the TARDIS remind me of when kids come into the branch. They have no business there, it’s kind of boring to them, but they WILL find a way to pass the time “aren’t any of you surprised it’s bigger on the inside” “there wasn’t a forest, now there is a forest. Nothing surprises me anymore”

Pfffffft, these kids shipping their teachers are so worried for their relationship

It’s like this episode invented the manic pixie fourth grader…Maebh is strange, she has so many of the answers the Doctor is looking for, she has some kind of mysterious past (she’s suffering from some kind of trauma likely related to someone she’s lost), she can’t stop getting lost in the woods…I want to protect this child but the writers are just being insufferable about her. She’s little red riding hood (even wearing a red raincoat)

Omg, why is she so special she can literally communicate with the forest?

So some…ancient plant growing sprite thingies and they are calling a solar flare to destroy earth

It’s weird when a companion sends the Doctor away to save him

Sure, that should be no problem. Give the task of saving the planet to a group of 10 year olds

Another tiny tiny scene of Missy

And Earth is saved, and the forest is gone, having protected the planet once more

And Maebh’s missing sister returned home

[babylove176]

Prom and Panic

Warning: mentions of panic attack

Requested: yes

Word count: 964

Summary: a few years after the Nightwing massacre, Ziggy and her girlfriend go to prom. A certain song brings back too many memories for Ziggy.

It was the best night of the year. I mean if you like the smell of body Oder mixed with too much axe body spray. either way you were having a great time because you were with your girlfriend Ziggy! She had asked you out by dumping a bucket of rose pedals on your, Carrie style, with a note saying “prom?”. It wasn’t the most romantic thing, but that’s Ziggy for you. You both were aware of all the stares, because apparently teenagers in the early 80s biggest concern was who was dancing with who. Ziggy and you had decided to just sit and make fun of other students from afar.

“Eww why is she wearing rhat?” You said looking at a girl with the ugliest dress you’ve ever seen on.

“Who knows, she looks like she made that dress out of all curtains.” Ziggy laughed. She’s gotten a lot better since the whole Camp Nightwing fiasco. Sure she still has some triggers, but she isn’t as scared to walk outside anymore. Eventually Ziggy Stardust started playing and you were getting bored of just sitting down.

“Come on Berman, we’re dancing.”

“No we aren’t.” She says staring at you with a weird look, “we are sitting here with our drinks that I paid for, and didn’t even get to finish.”

“Come onnnn it’ll be funnnn” you draw out the words to try and crack her.

“I really don’t want to though.” She says taking a sip of her drink.

You sighed and walked towards the dance floor, purposely going near Mark Handler. She’ll get jealous that I’m dancing near him so she’ll come right over you thought with a smirk.

Your theory was correct as she ran right over to you and grabbed your arm to move you away from him.

Ziggy is a lot of things, a jealous person is one of them.

“Wow what made you change your mind?” you smirked innocently. She gave you an annoyed look but none the less spun you around. She was laughing and having a great time.

“I’m surprised they played this.” She said

“I requested it, so I’d hope they did.” You laughed.

“Awww thank you babe! That’s so nice.” You blushed slightly. “Im so glad I came. Honestly I wasn’t planning on coming because I haven’t seen some of these people since... well you know, but I knew you’d love it so I had to ask you to go with me.”

You only blushed harder, leaning in to connect lips. You guys kissed for a solid few seconds until you heard that song start playing.

“Carry on, my wayward son

There'll be peace when you are done

Lay your weary head to rest

Don't you cry no more”

The second the first note started blasting through the walls of the gym, Ziggy pulled away from your lips. She gave you the most horrified look you’ve ever seen. You remembered how this was one of her triggers so you went to give her a hug, to which she pulled away and ran out of the building. You saw a few people turn and laugh at her while doing so, so you told them all to, “go to hell!”

You ran out to see Ziggy outside leaning against a wall. Her head was between her knees and she was uncontrollably sobbing.

“Ziggy, Ziggy please look at me.” She wouldn’t snap out of it. She was having a huge panic attack. You were sure she didn’t even know you were there.

“Christine Berman!! Please look at me. It’s okay baby!” She still couldn’t see you.

Ziggy was finding it harder and harder to breath as all the memories came back to her. From her and Nick pranking Sheila to Tommy murdering people right in front of her. To trying to kill Tommy. To Ruby Lane singing as she was walking towards her and her now dead sister. To seeing Sarah Fier. To her sister’s girlfriend’s death. To her sister’s death. To her own death. To no one believing her. To people laughing at her and her “crazy story”. To- To-

“Christine!” You finally yelled. That made Ziggy snap right out of it. Now you weren’t there while everything was happening, but Nick had told you what happened. And what I mean is Nick told you that Tommy just snapped. It wasn’t until months later Ziggy told you it was the shadyside curse.

“Y/n please help me!” She said while trying to catch her breath.

“It’s okay. You’re safe I promise. It’s okay just breath in and out”. You took deep breaths while Ziggy tried her hardest to do what you asked.

Eventually her breath evened out and she just laid with her head on your shoulder. “I’m sorry.”

“Why are you sorry?” You asked

“I ruined your night. I ruined everything, and just because of a stupid song.”

“You didn’t ruin anything a promise. I’m not mad at you at all. It happens.”

“I just I really though I was healing.” She said. She started rubbing shapes on your thigh.

“You are healing. It just takes time. You are the strongest person I know. I promise you that Cindy is proud that you even came to this dance at the first place.” You said as you rubbed her shoulder with one hand and held her hand with the other. “Do you want to go back home? I can make us dinner at my house if you want. Or we can go back to yours?”

“I want to go back to yours if you don’t mind. My moms drinking again.”

You stood up and helped her stand up after. “You still look beautiful. I hope you know that.” You say while walking to your car.

I’m not that proud of this so I’m sorry if you dont like it :(

[goddessesofeverything]

Of Ice Cream and Lights

A/N: This is a fic based within the universe of @tri3tri where the reader and Yandere!Malleus have a son, Lucien, who is starved for affection from the reader. So...I wrote a story in which the reader is transported from a different universe that has a loving relationship with both Malleus and Lucien. Thank you to Tri for letting me use her characters for this fic! Please check out her other works!  

Tagging: @tri3tri

Yandere!Malleus x Fem!Reader ft. Lucien 

You woke up and immediately opened your eyes to a familiar sight. The sight of you and your husband’s bedroom. The space next to yours was empty. To be expected, of course, Malleus had so many duties as King of the Valley of Thorns after all.

You slid the covers off and lept out of bed, ready to start the day yourself. 

Searching through the hallways, you attempted to locate the wayward Lilia to ask him about the latest reports of Lucien’s studies in magic. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted Lucien hiding behind the wall. You turned to the hiding boy and bent down with a smile on your face. “What are you doing hiding over there? I’m not that scary am I?” 

Lucien ducks further behind the wall, uncertain if this was a trick or not. You frown internally at his hesitancy to approach you. Usually Lucien would come running into your arms as soon as he spotted you. Drawing slightly closer, you whisper to him, “Are you playing hide and seek with Lilia? Is that why you’re hiding?”

Lucien blinked and glanced behind himself to see if you were talking to someone behind him but there wasn’t anyone there. He didn’t know what to do about this development. You were smiling at him. You were speaking to him playfully. There was a warmth to your eyes looking at him that was never present before. But if you were speaking to him, he knew he should answer before the opportunity was lost. He quickly shook his head.

“In that case, can I get my good morning hug now?” You spread your arms and he bounded over to you as fast as possible. Little arms wrapped around you in a tight hug, face burrowed in your chest and hands fisting the fabric of the back of your dress. You set your arms around his trembling form, soothing whispers leaving your lips. “Did you have another nightmare last night?” 

Lucien shook his head against you and burrowed deeper into your embrace. This. This was the contact that he had been craving so much from you.  

You readjusted your grip in order to scoop him up so that you could carry him. You rest him against your hip before running your fingers through his hair. You placed a kiss to his forehead and his horns before gently lifting his face to look at yours. 

Lucien had tears running down his eyes and he sniffled when you had him pull away. 

“What’s the matter, my little dragon prince? What do you need?”

Lucien ducked his head down and bit his lip. What if you turn cold again if he asks for you to do this? If he risks your anger, would you notice him more? He quickly glances up at you again to see patient eyes and a smile still on your face. Lucien pulled at the fabric that remained in his grip and tugged you back into the embrace. “Can you hug me more?”

“Of course, my little prince. Always…” you replied to him. You begin to rock side to side, bouncing him a little within your arms. You begin humming a little song as you card your fingers through his hair again. 

“Lucien?” you eventually say.

Lucien stiffened in your arms, waiting for the evitable moment that you’d let go, waiting for the coldness of your tone and face to make its reappearance. But it never came. Instead…

“Would you like to help me make some ice cream for your father? He’s been incredibly busy lately and I think this would be a nice surprise for him. What do you think?”

Lucien’s head shoots up from your chest, nearly knocking into your chin if not for your built reflexes from all the times you’ve dodged his head before. 

“Yes, please!” Lucien practically shaking from the possibility of helping you with anything. Not to mention, you were talking about father! You were talking about making a gift for him! 

You giggle at Lucien’s bright eyes and newfound energy. Often, you would have to distract your son from nightmares/memories of them and one of the best ways was to cook or bake something. Lilia would have to be kept from the kitchen though. Before anything else, you needed to locate the bat first. 

Shifting Lucien for a better grip, you found yourself nearly colliding with Sebek. “Your majesty!” Sebek immediately launched back before you two could make contact.

“Oh good! Sebek! Would you happen to know where Lilia is? I would like to have a word with him.” You smile at Sebek’s sputtering. It reminded you of all the times he would first get shocked from how casually you addressed Malleus. You waited for his sputtering to slow before addressing him again.  

“Can you please tell Lilia to meet us in the dining room? I would like to speak to him for a moment.” Heaving Lucien up into a better grip, you head off to the dining room. Along the way, you could hear the whispers of the passing servants wherever you went. It was no secret that the servants would love to gossip but it seemed that they were in more of a buzz than usual. You’ve since learned to tune out the chatter of the crowd. 

Soon, you were met with the smiling face of Lilia, himself. He eyes your hold over Lucien before facing your beaming face. 

“Good morning Lilia,” you greeted. “Can you please keep Malleus busy for me? I would like to surprise him with some homemade ice cream and…” you bend to conspiratorially to whisper in Lilia’s ear, “I believe it would be a great way to distract Lucien from his nightmares. I think he’s having some again.”

Lilia’s smile grew wider at your plans. If you were acknowledging your son and making Malleus a gift, this surely needed to be nurtured. Best to let you do as you pleased. Lilia could sense there was something different about you. A sort of magic that made you seem brighter than before. Making a mental note of it, Lilia only bowed and teased, “I’ll be sure to keep the King occupied, your majesty.” 

A nod of your head towards Lilia and you headed straight for the kitchen. While you had to let Lucien down, this was easier said than done. Lucien would not let go of you so you were stuck with a clingy dragon prince latched to your dress and face burrowed into your neck. 

“Lucien? Sweetie, I need to set you down now. We have to make Papa’s ice cream.” 

Lucien whimpered. You held longer than any other time he’s ever interacted with you and he was frightened that you’d never touch him again if he lets you go now. He’s had a taste of your warmth and affection and he was not going to lose it now. So, he takes what you’ve said about nightmares and uses it to his advantage. 

“Mama, I’m scared. You might go away like in the dreams…” Tears roll down his eyes and soak your dress once more. 

“My precious boy. You don’t ever have to worry. I’m here. I’m right here.” You stroked his head and kissed the top of it, right between his horns. “Mama is here. Mama loves you. So much. Daddy loves you too. We will never leave you.”

You set him on the counter before gently patting his cheeks with a handkerchief. Lucien’s hand still holding onto the sleeve of your gown.  

With tears still running down his face, you kissed his cheeks and wiped away the tears as best you could. “No matter what happens, Mama and Papa will always love you, okay?” You kiss his forehead and his cheeks before resting your forehead against his. 

Eventually, you had to pull away. Lucien let go. He knew if he pushed too hard, you might not hug him again. With a smile and another kiss to his forehead, you patted his cheeks with the handkerchief once more. You promised you’d be right back and Lucien released his hold on you. 

Flitting around the kitchen, you located all the ingredients and equipment necessary for the construction of the frozen treat. Everything laid out behind Lucien, you approached him once more and urged him to scoot closer to the ingredients. 

“It’s high time we made something new. Do you want to make mint chocolate chip ice cream for your father?” You grinned at Lucien as he nodded his head as fast as possible. 

“Yes, please!” 

You both set on your mission to make ice cream for Malleus. 

Throughout the entire process, you constantly looked over to Lucien and did your best to make him laugh. Tickling him, telling jokes, making funny faces, smearing some butter onto his face. Whatever it took to bring out that smile you loved. 

Lucien couldn’t believe the luck he had. His mother’s entire attention was on him and only him. Your focus and little actions of affection was everything. There wasn’t any other thing that could make this moment any better unless it was his father being there with them. 

Speaking of his father, Malleus had heard from Lilia of an unprecedented sight. 

Obviously, the king had to see for himself what Lilia had reported to him.

His wife, the constantly indifferent queen, was smiling and holding Lucien in her arms as if she’d been doing it her entire life. 

Having heard the squeals of delight and the unabashed laughter ringing through the halls, Malleus felt his entire being tremble from the sound. 

A sound that you haven’t made since your days at NRC. 

Malleus’s stealth was something to be desired at this time. His entire focus on that sweet sound he always wished to hear. It mattered not how long it had been, he will forever savor the chance to hear you happy once more. 

Peeking his head through the open doorway, he was greeted with the sight of his beloved with his son, smiling. There was no trace of the usual blankness that would typically paint your face. You were back, his bright light. 

Lucien spotted him first. Putting a finger to his lips, Malleus tiptoed his way to you. Your back was turned to the door as you continue to pour chocolate chips into your latest mixture. You were enchanting Lucien with tales of your youth so the sound covered Malleus’s approach. 

Malleus wrapped his arms around your waist and dropped a kiss on your neck. Brushing your ear with his cheek, he leaned over you to wink at his son. 

“Malleus!” You smiled and swatted at his arms with playful indignation. “You weren’t supposed to come down here yet. We were going to surprise you.”

“How could I not join? You were so beautiful and happy.” Malleus breathed in your scent, content in this moment in time. You weren’t squirming away nor leaning as far as possible without being impolite. On the contrary, you were leaning into his embrace. Going as far to caress his cheek with your smooth hands. 

Malleus melts at your loving touch. It draws out the deep, possessive purr from deep within his soul. 

With your smile at Lucien and your affection for Malleus saturating the air, he knew he would do whatever it took to keep you here. In this moment, in his hold, you would remain. However, it seems as if you’ve accepted your place by his side. 

And you, completely oblivious to the danger that surrounded you, hummed as you danced to grab the first batch of ice cream chilled in the freezer. 

Giving Malleus a kiss on the cheek and blowing a raspberry into Lucien’s, you set down the mint chocolate chip ice cream and produced three spoons. Father and son battling to be the first to spoon to dip into the luscious treat. Made by your hands, it was the best dessert ever. 

You giggle before scooping up some of the fruits of your labor yourself, unaware of the eyes that followed your every movement. 

In the quiet space of the kitchen, a family came a little closer together. 

[watfordgrimoire]

Any Way The Wind Blows Canon Spells

* indicates it was first seen in Carry On

** indicates it was first seen in Wayward Son

Hey you've got to hide your love away — protection and hiding spell

Keep it secret, keep it safe — protection and hiding spell

Mum's the word, mum's the word — protection and hiding spell

Under my skin — removes splinters (experimental spell by Dr. Bunce)

No trespassing — removes objects from where they are not supposed to be

Let bygones be bygones — memory erasing spell

Rock-a-bye, baby — puts someone to sleep

Rise and shine — wakes someone up

If you love someone, set them free — frees objects or people that are stuck

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust — turns objects into ashes

These go to eleven — turns music up past speakers ability

Like a glove — makes clothing fit a person perfectly

A penny for your thoughts — can be used to pay for items online (works really well for Penelope because of her name)

Get your goat — goat herding spell

Mary had a little lamb / Little lamb, little lamb / Mary had a little lamb, its fleece was white as snow / Everywhere that Mary went, Mary went, Mary went / Everywhere that Mary went, the lamb was sure to go / It followed her to school one day / School one day, school one day / It followed her to school one day, which was against the rules — draws goats or lamb animals to the caster

Full English — unknown usage

Primrose path — unknown usage

Bread and roses — unknown usage

Let it all out — when used on mages, it makes all of their magic come to them at once until it is used up; when used on normals it makes them immune to magic (forbidden spell created by Smith Smith Richards)

Death by chocolate — causes a giant chocolate bar to appear (difficult spell that can only be cast once per day)

**Light of day — causes light to emit from a mage's magical object

Sticking point — sticks objects, like paper, to a surface

Fair enough — puts enough money for a cab ride on a credit or debit card

*There's nothing to see here — draws people’s/creature’s attention away from whatever the caster wants (undoes your attention please)

Stay — forces pets to stay in place

Nigel, stay! Please — stronger version of the stay spell that Niamh uses

Just a tick — removes ticks

Down, boy — makes animals get down from furniture

Heel — forces animals to follow you

*Fine tooth comb— _ _ _ _ — searches a book for mentions of the chosen word/words

There's safety in numbers — encourages animals to stay in groups

*A place for everything, and everything in its place — puts objects away in their correct place

There will be blood — causes the person it is cast upon to start bleeding

Winter, spring, summer or fall — _____ — locating spell

Rosie Lee — tea making spell

Sparks fly — causes sparks to fly from the caster's magical object

*Clean as a whistle — gets rid of visible dirt

Caught on tape — when used on a tape recorder, turns the tape recorder into a magical object that takes away a mage's voice

**Now you see it, now you don't —hides who or what it is cast on from view

Tickled pink — turns objects or people pink

*Float like a butterfly —causes who or what it is cast on to float into the air a few inches

Roses are red — turns objects or people red

Violets are blue — turns objects or people blue

Cat nap — puts someone to sleep

*Cat got your tongue — stops a person from speaking (frowned upon because of a wizard’s reliance on their voice)

Find your way home — makes an object drawn to who it belongs to

*Open Sesame — opens doors

K.O. — knocks whomever it is cast on out

Put it out of your head — memory erasing spell (dangerous to use because of the potential effects on the person's brain)

**Freeze — stops objects or people

Gentlemen, start your engines — starts car engines without using keys

Dust up — removes dust

Test the waters — shoots a stream of water from the caster's magical object

Sent to Coventry — moves objects to Coventry

The beat goes on — CPR spell to try and restart unbeating hearts

Yeet — shoots a powerful blast out of caster's magical object

Abandon hope, all ye who enter — unknown use

Stone the crows — unknown use

What a tangled web we weave, when first we practice to deceive — if the person it is cast on has told lies, they will be covered in spider webbing

Liar, liar, pants on fire — causes a person's pants to start to light on fire

Crash and burn — causes a steam of fire to come out of the caster's magical object

Dutch courage — fills a glass with alcohol

Flesh and blood — confirms if people share DNA

A horse of a different colour — turns objects or people a different color

[carryonthroughtheages]

Hello everyone!

Another year of Carry On Through The Ages is over and done! We have emotions and exhaustion, but we're so happy that this year had the hype and excitement that it did.

Thank you, from the bottom of our hearts, to all of the AMAZING creators who spent the last several months working away at their historical content!

Thank you also to the hard-working mods: @bazzybelle, @giishu, @palimpsessed, and @xivz . This fest would not have been as successful as it has been without you!

We encourage everyone to look under the page break for all the fics and art. They're all fantastic!

Here is the link to the AO3 Collection: Carry On Through The Ages 2021!

Thank you all, and until next year! 🧡🧡🧡

MONDAY:

1) sun on the sea (T) - @trenchcoat-moth : AO3 // Tumblr

Tensions run high in England, and Malcolm decides it's for the best he sends Baz to live with Fiona, where he'll be safer.

That is, until Baz's ship is attacked.

2) The Words I Long To Say (M) - @bazzybelle : AO3 // Tumblr

Simon Snow was dead.

Baz Pitch was sure of it. Simon had gone away seven years ago to fight a war in the jungle and he hadn't come home.

So, when Simon shows up in Baz's club, investigating a string of brutal murders, all Baz wants to do is hold him close and never let him go.

But these aren't the same boys from 1960 and Baz has a lot of processing to do before he's ready to believe in Simon again.

3) we are slaves to gods, whatever gods are (M) - @wellbelesbian : AO3 // Tumblr

I don’t fully understand what plagues him, but I know it’s bad, and I know it goes deeper than guilt. He didn’t want to kill his father, not really, but we were instructed to do so by Apollo. Cleanse the house of its sins, dispose of a murderer to set things right. It was only right that I join him; he was avenging my mother as much as his. Clearly, Apollo didn’t seem to consider that such an act would make Simon a murderer in his father’s place. It seems I got off fine, but as far as Simon is concerned, the vengeful spirits that once spun and danced on the roof of the palace now hunt him down, determined not to stop until he rids the world of himself.

4) World War II Era Art - @stardustasincocaine : Tumblr

TUESDAY:

1) the art of loving you (E) - @one-more-offbeat-anthem : AO3 // Tumblr

1955. London. Young love.

Forbidden love.

A year ago, starving artist Simon Snow met Baz Pitch, son of a wealthy art patron, at a party, and their days (and nights) together have been a wonderful secret.

But Simon is tired of being a secret and knows it's time for things to end.

(Baz has other ideas.)

2) Reliquary of an Arsonist (T) - @tea-brigade : AO3 // Tumblr

Simon Snow grew up a ward of Watford Abbey, but when his magic manifested in an explosive accident as a child, he became the Abbey’s anchorite—never to leave Watford’s walls, for his own protection. That is, until Abbot David sends him on an important errand…

Basilton Pitch paints portraits for his patron, Lord Grimm. But he’s never forgotten the magic he learned from his mother—nor the men who condemned her to death as a heretic. When Simon arrives and offers Baz a commission from Watford Abbey, he sees his chance to avenge his mother once and for all...and he’s willing to burn down everything in his path to that end.

But it was no coincidence that pulled these two unlikely souls together. Something more sinister is underway at Watford Abbey, and only Simon and Baz can uncover the truth before everything goes up in flames.

3) Westward Son (E) - @aristocratic-otter : AO3 // Tumblr

Simon and Baz have found each other again, but there's nowhere in Brooklyn or Virginia where they can safely be together. So now, they venture the hazards and struggles of the Oregon trail, to perhaps find a little homestead in Oregon of their own.

4) A Way Out (T) - @lying-on-the-sofa : AO3

I frown at him..“You don’t know me.”

He offers his hand. “Simon.”

Simon. I feel the name around in my mind and assign it to his face. Simon. I don’t shake his hand. They’ve still got my arms pinned. “Basilton.”

Simon nods at me. “Now we know each other. Let him go.” Very casually, he takes his other hand from behind his back. A sword, flashing. He leans on it and smiles invitingly. “Let him go.”

This time, they listen.

--

Simon Snow has been trained for years to become a tribute—one of the fighters Athens sends every ninth year into the Minotaur’s labyrinth. He wants to know the way out, if only for Penny’s sake. Luckily for him, Prince Basilton of Crete also wants a way out—off the island, where no one will know he’s the half-brother of the Minotaur.

Unluckily for both of them, they don’t exactly form the most agreeable pair.

WEDNESDAY

1) long is the road the leads me home (G) - @wellbelesbian : AO3 (Version 1) (Version 2) // Tumblr

Baz has a rather unremarkable life, and he's fine with that. Running his late mother's beloved inn with his temperamental aunt, estranged from his father and step-siblings, he's successfully convinced himself that he's better off without attachments.

Then Simon barrels into his life, guns blazing and rapier drawn, and Baz is swept up in dramatic plot he never bargained for.

Worse still, he finds he quite likes the thrill.

2) New Romantics (T) - @ninemagicks : AO3 // Tumblr

Basilton Pitch, twenty-two years old and a famed poet of the Romantic era, has fled to the countryside. In Mummers House, the fabled haunt of literary greats, he sulks himself into oblivion and awaits a sad, disappointing end to his brief years of brilliance. The cause of his downfall? None other than Simon Snow, the so-called “bad boy of English poetry”, breaker of rules and eternal thorn in his side. Baz hopes that Mummers House might mean an escape from London, from Snow and his increasingly virulent popularity... but the rain that comes has other ideas.

3) thnétos (T) - @snowybank : AO3 // Tumblr

thnétos: subject to death, mortal

a retelling of Apollo and Hyacinthus

4) A Medieval AU art piece - @thewriterxj : Tumblr

THURSDAY

1) From Eden (E) - @orange-peony : AO3 // Tumblr

I wonder if his skin is warm or cold to the touch. I tell myself it’s simple curiosity, that I’m an artist and capturing things on paper or canvas is my way to make sense of the world. That drawing him feels so natural, so I should just follow my instincts. Ebb used to say it all the time. Follow your heart. It knows where you’re supposed to go.

I wish I could. I wish I had enough money and freedom to just draw what I want. To paint him in his unattainable beauty. To draw him the way I want to. Naked and vulnerable, raw. Without frills and expensive suits.

Just Baz on paper, my fingers tracing his delicate and beautiful lines with simple charcoal.

2) Slings and Eros (M) - @palimpsessed : AO3 // Tumblr

Young god of love Simonides is tasked by his father, the god of war, to bring about the ruin of a mortal prince to punish his blasphemy. However, once Simonides sees his intended victim, he begins to have misgivings. Prince Tyrannus might have offended the gods with his very existence, but all Simonides can see is how beautiful and lonely he is.

Or, a very loose interpretation of the Eros and Psyche myth.

3) I Don't Want to Set the World on Fire (M) - @knitbelove : AO3 // Tumblr

September 1940: Going back to Watford feels different this year, and not just because England is at the brink of war with Germany and Italy. Penelope seems unsettled by everything, and Agatha is distant, and Baz is … simply not here.

What if Carry On but during the Blitz?? Yeah.

4) A Fool's Oath (M) - @thewriterxj : AO3 // Tumblr

A simple soldier is invited to join the ranks of the royal guard. He and his appointed mage arrive at the royal city to find themselves at the mercy of an unmerciful court. As he struggles to find his place in this foreign environment, he also finds himself entranced by music that only he seems to hear that floats out about the city. He makes an oath to wed whoever makes such beautiful music.

Too bad that person is the crown prince.

FRIDAY

1) Stranger Tides (T) - @tea-brigade & @xivz : AO3 // Tumblr

“If some god shall wreck me in the wine-dark deep, even so I will endure…” Captain Simon Snow of the Chosen One is many things—cunning, handsome, ruthless. Greedy. It’s no surprise that Snow finds a way to piss off the God of the Sea, he always manages to get himself into some type of trouble. This time, however, he’s not the only one who will suffer the consequences. Poseidon promises to not stop his pursuit until Snow and all of his men are dead.

Enter Basilton Pitch—rich, beautiful, mysterious. Suspicious. He offers the crew of the Chosen One a hefty sum to take him back to Europe from the Caribbean. And who is Captain Snow to refuse so much coin? After all, Greek gods aren’t real.

Right?

2) The wayward heir [comic] (M) - @letraspal : AO3 // Tumblr

Like a folk song, our love will be passed on. Simon Snow wants to be an artist. He used to live in Fiesole where he worked in the wool shop of his good friend Ebeneza Petty. He has now chosen to return to his native Florence in order to participate in an art contest hosted by the Pitch family, the most important bankers in all the three continents and Simon’s last chance for an art patronage. No matter how much he hates them.

But being back in Florence also brings back the memories Simon wanted to leave behind : his days as an orphan, the mystery about his mother, and once more being under the inquisitive eyes of his godfather, the new archbishop Davy. The archbishop is very same man who would never forgive him for dropping out the priesthood and ruining his secret plans against the Pitches.

The last thing Simon needed was an unbearably handsome jerk getting him into trouble on his very first day in Florence. How can focus when this man is the most annoying person he has ever met and yet his major source of inspiration.

3) Prohibition Blues (T) - @heyyyandrea : AO3

Simon Snow is a baker and aspiring playwright in Prohibition Era New York City. When he meets a handsome man at Shepherd's speakeasy who is interested in his work, he can't help but think it feels too good to be true.

4) Earth Below & Sky Above (M) - @phoxphyre : AO3 // Tumblr

In the depth of the palace of King Minos of Crete lurks a creature known as the Minotaur.

Baz, prince of Athens and chosen of the god Poseidon, has heard the stories. And now he’s volunteered to come to Crete as one of the annual tributes—to dance with the king’s bulls and fulfill his destiny. He just wants to survive the bulls, protect his people, and go home.

But what if the Minotaur isn’t a monster—but just a boy? And what if instead of slaying him, Baz fell in love with him?

A Carry On retelling of the myth of Theseus and the Minotaur, set in Bronze Age Crete.

5) A 1980s AU Art piece by @stardustasincocaine : Tumblr // Instagram (Slightly NSFW)

[bluishorange]

the fics so far...

ok, remember I'd never read any destiel fanfic before 2021, so I started with no idea of what’s a classic that everyone's read before. and for the purposes of this project, I don’t care if my recs are old or repeats, I'm just gonna say what I like!

later I might focus on some lesser known authors, but today’s recs will just be a bunch of stuff I’ve liked so far.

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fics written pre-2020

where the weeds take root by deathbanjo

this is the first one I read that made me decide, ok, I have to read more fanfic.

the cost of a thing by quiettewandering @wanderingcas

The Truth by whelvenwings @whelvenwings

Unknown Quantities by xylodemon

For Lack of a Better Word by pantheon_of_discord On Drowning by domesticadventures @domesticadventures

a classic for a reason

The Path of Fireflies by museaway

this was a little bit suspenseful! not in a car chase way, but in an “I can’t wait to find out what’s really going on here!” way. Heroes for Ghosts by pantheon_of_discord

A Room Of One's Own by NorthernSparrow @northern-sparrow

okay. okay. okay. I have read this twice. the first time, I read the entire thing in one go, staying up until 2:30am to finish it. it’s cringey and a little gross and very funny and cringey some more and then halfway through I was like wait, why am I crying?

the second time I laughed and cringed and laughed and cringed some more and then I was like wait, why am I crying? Breathe For Me by sobsicles @sobsicles

I will read everything sobs writes until the end of time. in this one, cas gets in the ma’lak box with Dean and they talk.

Sewn With Silk by SaltyWords (agent4hire22) @winchester-reload Nightmare by Bookkbaby @bookkbaby

this deals with the dubious consent situation that was Cas and April the reaper in 9x03, and I found it cathartic for that reason. we don’t talk often enough about how truly fucked up that interaction was, and how fucked up that it was partly played for laughs. poor cas.

Let Us by K_K_TiBal, whelvenwings it’s crack but I couldn’t stop laughing!

And This, Your Living Kiss by opal_bullets @asecretvice

OPAL BULLETS WHO ARE YOU

I read this one in one sitting also.

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post-finale or fix-its:

for which no words exist by MediaWhore

What didn't kill you by redbrickrose

cas is human, dean and cas start hunting together, they figure it out

Kingdom Come by ahurston

Bring Home by cenotaphy

Carry on the wayward son, the way that lovers do by chaoticdean @chaoticdean

weirdly I’ve read the last 2/3 of patient love but not the rest of it? I’m gonna read the whole thing tho.

Theirs by jujubiest @darkshrimpemotions

things happen (they do, they do, and they do) by sobsicles

profoundly bonded (by law) by sobsicles

an absurd premise in sobs’ capable hands turns into gold.

Speak Silence No More by rea_of_sunshine

closer (isn't close enough) by fleeceframe

“When you are hungry, you eat. When you are tired, you rest. When you are dirty, you bathe. But what are you supposed to do with love?”

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misc newer stuff:

No Kingdom to Come by domesticadventures 

pandemic fic!

Seek to Know You Better by ahurston

the 36 questions that lead to love Grow Something, Feed Someone, Love One Another by ahurston

oh sooner or later it all comes down to faith by sobsicles Memories Bring Back Memories (Bring Back You) by sobsicles

There's a science to walking through windows by palindromicpal

about Gas n’ Sip Steve, but from the POV of one of his coworkers

like today by gi09 @dcforts

“They can stop along the way, like they sometimes do. He will get a hot bagel and Cas will down half his coffee, and they will stand right outside the store, where they can’t get wet but they can breathe and hear the rain. And Cas will say – well, Dean can never anticipate what Cas is going to say, but that’s the good part.”