#PITP

[twinarmeowgeddons]

art from yesterday... concepts for a cool warrior cats roleplay i'm in :3

[ingravinoveritas]

Stunningly gorgeous artwork of Michael and David at Pub in the Park earlier this year. (Source)

[lewes-proms-in-the-paddock-2024]

Meganug-The PepperHeads Live at Elderflower festival 2024

The pepper heads! This is their performance at the Elderflower festival 2024.

They will be at Proms in the paddock Lewes this August!

[dtmsrpfcringe]

The PitP thing… did Georgia really not host at all or did we just not see video of her hosting? If it’s the latter then there sure are a lot of assumptions being made.

im sure she did, but it's obvious that

A. David is more famous than she is, and will likely be focused on more

B. She looks like she just wanted to be there and have fun with their kids. It wasn't a symposium it's like a block party

C. What these people see is pretty skewed so....yeah...

Ive seen her floating around but I'm also in the hospital ATM so I haven't been too focused on pub in the park, mostly just tumblr as I don't feel like rabbit holing.

[pockymun]

WIP Title Meme

I was tagged by @groovytimetravelflower, thank you so much!

Rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you and ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then try to post a little snippet or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPS.

My WIPs:

The Paradox in the Prophecy

Rekindled Rebellion - Posted the first chapter last week. This title originally belonged to Heretical Oath, but I have since renamed that, so Rekindled Rebellion was available. RR takes place in Northern Tenebrae primarily. I have four chapters written so far, but I'm not sure I'm going to finish this fic, or if I'm going to publish it all. It's entirely OCs and non-canonical worldbuilding. One canon character will appear in one of the last chapters.

Return to Galahd [placeholder title] - Takes place after RR. The last three chapters from the original RR (now HO), will be made into the last three chapters for this fic. That's all I have written for it, and might be all there ever will be. I need to write RR to completion before I can write the beginning of this one. Only OCs and non-canonical worldbuilding. The epilogue does have a few canon characters in it.

Insomnia [placeholder title] - I will most likely skip the last two WIPs entirely and complete this one. All of these are just side stories leading up to the next installment of the Paradox in the Prophecy. This one is the fun one. Whereas the last two were predominantly OCs, this one is mostly canon characters. Several Kingsglaive, the Crownsguard, etc. Also, this one is mostly complete. I will be rearranging its plot and adding more content. The original span of this fic was a week. I plan on extending it to two week to a month, depending on what I come up with. The last two WIPs are unhinged. This one will be more relaxed, filled with secrecy and deceit, yet some calmer and pleasant times too. Very little action planned for this one. Mostly dialogue and plotting.

Etro's Blessed Ones - Another mostly-written fic, but it's going under heavy revision. The prologue has been posted for awhile. Chapter 1 has been written. I plan on introducing multiple POVs in this one; before, it had only been Andromeda's perspective. It's guaranteed to lead to more chapters on top of rewriting many old ones. This is the second installment of Paradox in the Prophecy, when the main plot gets picked up again.

The Paradox in the Prophecy - Third and last installment of the series Paradox in the Prophecy. Like EBO, a lot is going to be rewritten to give multiple POVs. This also means that additional chapters will be added, and long stretches will be made even longer (if you know, you know).

Harlow (No series title yet)

Reluctant Crownsguard - Posted the fourth chapter last night. No clue how many chapters this will be yet, but most of the plot is figured out. Harlow is the most awkward, and most hick, Crownsguard there ever was. She's just trying to serve her five years of service in the Crownsguard without bringing attention to herself, but she makes interesting friends and that gets attention of the upper brass anyway. She doesn't want to acknowledge her potential, thank you very much. Think Bilbo Baggins: reluctant for adventure, but proves very capable of it. This isn't as dark and dreary as PitP is.

After Crownsguard [no actual title] - Someday, I do plan on writing a sequel for Harlow, after she leaves the Crownsguard when her service is up. It would take place after Insomnia falls and through the Long Night. This one is sadder than the last, because most of it takes place in World of Ruin and everything's bad there. I have ideas for it, but I have nothing written down. No plot or notes.

Passing this to: @pandansca @queenofbaws and whoever else wants to steal this!

[whateveritsmyshed]

급 멘션 죄송합니다 하지만.!

Sorry for the sudden alarm... BUT!

@pitp

@orange-candy

[thumuaphelieuhoabinh]

Thu mua phế liệu KCN Quốc tế Protrade giá cao tại Bình Dương

Khu công nghiệp Quốc tế Protrade (PITP), còn được gọi là Khu kỹ nghệ Singapore Ascendas Protrade, tọa lạc tại xã An Tây, thị xã Bến Cát, tỉnh Bình Dương. Với tổng diện tích đất lên tới 495 ha, khu công nghiệp này được thiết kế theo tiêu chuẩn Singapore, đảm bảo cơ sở hạ tầng chất lượng cao. Với hơn 10.000 công nhân viên, khu công nghiệp này không chỉ cung cấp môi trường làm việc chất lượng mà còn có vị trí thuận lợi, kết nối dễ dàng với các tuyến giao thông quan trọng, làm cho nó trở thành điểm đến lý tưởng cho các nhà đầu tư. 

[trademarkblue]

Do you have 100 prompts yet? I've been reading too much 6th year AU recently (correction) I've been reading a lot of 6th year AU (there is no such thing as too much 6th year AU.) So when this song popped up on the radio I got all kinds of Romione feels. Doesn't need to be 6th year, could easily be #pitp or post battle really. Lyrics to "I Think We're Alone Now" (tumblr won't let me have enough space to type them all out for you.)

HI I LOVE YOU. This was from literal years ago. I love that you were like “oh btw I’m reading 6th year AU” as if that’s not one of the first things I would write down on a list of wonderful facts about you 😂💞

So yeah, these lyrics would totally work and I love this part especially, and someone should nick this if they feel inclined! x

Running just as fast as we can

Holding on to one another's hand

Trying to get away into the night

And then you put your arms around me

[sheniq]

[iamianbrooks]

Proxy.exe - "PITP"

[ingravinoveritas]

craftyballoonwinner mentioned you on a post "anna always got to prove to us she still got her…”

I can't wait for @nightgoodomens and @ingravinoveritas takes on today. Something happened and while I'm happy to not have GM around the fact it was MS&DT ALL night makes my eyebrows raise.

@craftyballoonwinner It has taken me the last few days to process everything that happened on Friday, because to say that I am floored by what we got is a tremendous understatement.

We knew that Michael had been in London and had specifically gotten a house in Chiswick close to David's house since November of last year, for his run in Nye at the National Theatre. We knew that the second run in Cardiff ended on June 1st and that as soon as it did, Michael immediately came back to London. We knew that--schedules and work/family commitments allowing--they were likely spending a great deal of time together (despite only seeing three pictures of them over the course of that entire interval: The Macbeth photo, the blurry pic that Anna posted back in November, and the photo from Lapland last December).

The smallest pieces, flashes of something beautiful and bright yet still obscured, ensconced from public view. So much so that I never in a million years expected Michael to come to Pub in the Park--hoped, certainly, but the thought of it actually happening seemed like a distant dream, a dazzling impossibility.

But this past Friday was just...so extraordinary and lovely precisely because it was ordinary. It wasn't a press junket or an interview or Michael and David promoting something...it was just them. The two of them together, basking in the warmth of each other's presence. It was there even in the first picture I saw, and it permeated through every clip, every moment of them at the event:

The smiles. The ease and comfort they have around each other. The effortless love that just exists between Michael and David, and that is tangible in every dimension, as much on a screen as in real life. And when they were on stage together, it wasn't even that they played off each other so well--it was that Michael's last minute appearance didn't cause either of them to lose so much as a step. It was that you just knew that they couldn't have put any other two people up on that stage without prior planning and had that same chemistry, that charm and familiarity. And it was just so damn wonderful to see Michael and David looking so happy and joyful overall.

As for what happened with Georgia, I am just more confused than anything else. For the last month and a half, Georgia heavily promoted PitP, and both she and David billed her as a co-host. Every flyer, every piece of promotion that was shared (both by the PitP social media and Georgia) mentioned her as a co-host, along with David. She even did an interview on the Gaby Roslin podcast with David and Arabella Weir where she was again specifically referred to as a co-host and admitted not knowing her own Instagram handle, as well as saying that she would be active on Insta during the PitP event.

There is a strange irony to the podcast as well, given that David actually said "We're failing our hosting duties right here!" in the above linked clip, and what seemed like a joke at the time actually came to pass. For whatever reason, Georgia failed in her duty, the job that she signed up to do. Had it been because of all the attacks that David was a target of over the past week after the blow-up with Kemi Badenoch, Rishi Sunak, and the entire Tory party, that would have made sense. I would have completely understood if Georgia, who had also been targeted in those attacks, was feeling anxious or worried about her/the kids' safety and elected to stay home instead.

However...Georgia didn't stay home. She actually was at the event, as were several of their kids (Ty and Olive, from what I've seen). She was there, drinking and dancing, and somehow that made her abdication of co-hosting duty even more conspicuous and strange. It also makes it increasingly obvious that Michael's appearance on stage was a last minute occurrence and not part of the original plan of events.

So what actually happened? I don't know. None of us know, and it's likely we won't know until a later time, if ever. But in the real world, if you are given a job to do, if a contract is signed with a written agreement to do that job and you don't do the job, there are consequences. At the very least, it can negatively affect someone's reputation and reduce the likelihood of them receiving offers for future jobs. On the other end, you could be looking at potential lawsuits for things like breach of contract. And none of this even gets into disappointed fans or attendees who might've been hoping to see Georgia host and who could possibly now claim to be victims of false advertising because she didn't.

It also feels like a huge missed opportunity on the part of PitP, who could have potentially raised hundreds or even thousands of pounds more for charity had Michael been booked as a co-host, or even a guest. Regardless of whether Michael was there in an official capacity, though, I am just glad that he was there, and that we got to see the two of them together again.

The night may have lacked the glitz and formal glamour of the NTAs, but it more than made up for it with the relaxed domesticity we got to see between Michael and David. And now that Michael is hanging around London a bit longer, hopefully there will be many more memorable nights like this to come.

[lewes-proms-in-the-paddock-2024]

2024's flyer for our exciting event. Organised by Commercial square bonfire society.

[pockymun]

Summer Reading/Writing/Arting Tag!

Stole from @andywinter16 to take part in this tag game, because I really like the questions. Steal from me! I’m not sure who to tag that would be interested in doing this. 

1) Describe one creative WIP project you’re planning to work on over the summer.  

It’s never just one. I’m doing another complete overhaul on The Paradox in the Prophecy series. I know there are a lot of inconsistencies, and the writing is just awful. Very bare-boned and droning. There are some places where I rushed  through to get to the next big part, and other parts where I wish it had gone a little differently. And WoR as it is in the game is actually really boring when you think of it. So I want to do something different for that.  I also hope to put out two fairly big chapters for the AU of PitP that’s supposed to be a most people live AU. I’ve already killed off three characters and plan on more. It’s supposed to be centered around Crowe, but I haven’t done a very good job of that. There aren’t enough fics for Crowe.

2) Recommend a book. 

A book that really stuck with me this year is Neil Gaiman’s American Gods. It’s a dense read, and it helps if you know a lot about mythology. It’s basically a Who’s Who in mythology. 

3) Recommend a fic!  

Born into the Wilds by ertrunkener_Wassergeist on Ao3! I love all of their worldbuilding they have done for Galahd, and some other cultures in FFXV as well! They and amarabliss have really interested me in a King Nyx AU. I like the version in BitW a bit more. 

The gist of it is that Nyx opens his big mouth about the struggles the Galahdians have in Insomnia and how the Kingsglaive is run, and all the Galahdians choose him to be their leader. It’s just hilarious to me how that’s not what Nyx intended at all, but he’s stuck with it. And I’m usually indifferent to Nyx. 

4) Recommend music! 

My taste in music tends to be aggressive. Halestorm’s Back from the Dead album is really good. I also really like the albums Mother and Ritual by In This Moment. I’m not a huge fan of their older songs, though. 

5) Share one piece of advice! 

If you really want something, don’t wait and expect someone else to make it happen for you. Make it happen for yourself. 

And don’t look for anyone’s approval. 

[whateveritsmyshed]

@orange-candy

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@pitp

급 멘션 죄송합니다 하지만 여기요.!!

Sorry for the sudden alarm but here.!!

[nbcnews05]

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[azaleablueme]

J for the mini fic..... just waiting for the angst!! PS I love you

Requested also by @shadefulbash

I’m sorry it took me so so long, guys! (Jenn, you know I love you loads, don’t you?)

                                                      …………

J: When Words Aren’t Enough

Hermione could sense Harry moving around in their kitchen area, the faint light from the candle seeping through the canvas curtain that separated their ‘bedroom’ from the dining area. She and Harry had decided to take shifts to keep watch, and Hermione knew that in a couple of hours it would be her turn. She knew she ought to grab some sleep but she couldn’t. 

It was hard to say if the sun had set already. From the faint light entering through one of the bedroom windows, she could see that it was beginning to get dark, the cacophony of the birds too had ceased to be replaced with the sinister silence of the forest. A little later she heard the rustling of dry leaves and twigs followed by Harry’s movements. Soon there was the crackling of a fire outside and the faint rays of light seeped in through the canvas.

It was almost impossible to imagine that they had woken up at the Grimmauld Place that very morning, broken into the Ministry, managed to grab one Horcrux, gave away the location of their hideout and … almost lost Ron. 

Dread forced it’s way up and choked her in the process. Heaving, she pushed herself off her bed and walked over to the bunk bed where Ron lay. Hermione concentrated on the slight rise and fall of his chest before she collapsed silently on the floor next to his bed. Ron still wore the same blood-soaked shirt she had ripped off partially. His face had regained little colour and his skin appeared ghostly white, standing out starkly in contrast to his hair and the blood-stains on his shirt.

She wiped off the tears that escaped and just about managed to cut back her sob. The run-in at the Ministry has made it clear than ever that the Horcrux hunt was far more dangerous than anything the three of them had dealt with so far. It was no longer an adventure from the security of their school. A tiny mistake would cost them their life- her mistake today has almost cost Ron his life. 

She wasn’t prepared this time. Neither for the war and definitely not to lose him.

It was harder to hold back the cry that escaped and she quickly hid her face in the crook of her arm and she bit down on her skin lest she woke Ron up.

…

His senses were a lot more alert albeit extremely exhausted. Ron shifted slightly, wincing at the stinging on his left arm and sensed rather heard her muffled sobs. 

Carefully, Ron turned a smidge to his left and placed his right hand tenderly on hers.

She looked up in shock and even in the faint firelight seeping in through the canvas, Ron could see Hermione’s tearstained face. 

She appeared to be struggling to hold back her whimpers and he tugged on her arm for the stiffness of his left shoulder made it hard for him to pull himself up. Hermione scooted closer without meeting his gaze and then slowly gripped his hand and pressed her face to it, grazing his skin with her tears. Ron’s heart twisted painfully; he hated to be the reason for her tears. She didn’t quite have to voice out for him to know the reason for her anguish.

Disregarding his sore arm, Ron pushed himself off the bed, unable to hold back, however, the involuntary gasp that escaped him. She was beside him in a snap, supporting his back and sat beside him as he placed his feet down on the ground to sit at the edge of the bunk bed, his torso bent at an odd angle to avoid hurting his head on the bunk above, breathing erratically with the small effort. He had to get better soon, he told himself sternly, or he’d slow them down.

He turned to face her, but Hermione had already left the room.

She returned moments later, her small beaded bag clasped between her fingers. Hermione lit a lone candle, and as he watched, she pulled out a few of his clothes from it before retrieving an old checkered buttondown. 

She approached him and even before she could ask him to, he left the bed to kneel down on the floor. Hermione knelt down in front of him and wordlessly began unbuttoning his shirt. Ron watched her bit her lip struggle with her breathing as she carefully removed the torn and blood-stained shirt off him. She pulled out her wand, wordlessly conjuring a bowl and some warm water and a washcloth. With the silence broken only by her muffled sobs, she wiped off the dried stains of his blood from his arm and shoulder. He didn’t stop her, knowing well that they both needed the cleansing of this wound. 

Finally, she disappeared all the paraphernalia and with even more care she helped him put on the fresh one, leaving it unbuttoned at the front. Her frazzled hair lay limp and despite the state of his undress and the emotions these situations usually gave rise to, he couldn’t think of anything apart from how broken she appeared.

He knew why. Ron would’ve never forgiven himself if any mistake of his had endangered her life, and although Ron would gladly take an Avada to keep her safe, he knew how guiltridden she’d be currently. Finally, Hermione pulled out her wand again and cast a warming spell on him.   

When she was done, Hermione paused and met his gaze, unshed tears pooling in her eyes.

He didn’t break her gaze. There were things that were not to be worded out between them, not yet, and he hoped she would read them in his eyes. He hadn’t learned to live without her- and he wouldn’t have it any other way. 

After many long minutes, he placed his right palm on her cheek and pulled her close, just a smidge as they couldn’t cross that last threshold yet- no matter how much he ached to. He placed his lip to her forehead, knowing that she heard his heartbeats, heard the words he couldn’t speak, yet.