#Python Adjacent

[vileandvenom]

Enjoy this one Pythonblr

[watermelinoe]

never let a man tell you anything isn't worth learning btw

[sillysymbol]

unless something really really bad happens im probably not drawing any more of the beatles. Sorry

[drowzydruzy-art]

gayass python doodle for valentines....got prompted about flower language and linked a page with a bunch of flowers/herbs and meanings. and maybe i think about both python's mixture of rude goofball attitude and genuine devotion + forsython's post-game long distance relationship a lot

[majorbaby]

7, 12, 15! for the movie ask meme

thank you :3

7. Has a film ever given you nightmares?

tbh i'm too good at avoiding movies that I think will do that. I did get nightmares from watching streams of Friday the 13th videogames so it stands to reason I'd get them from watching those movies, but I would like to eventually - in broad daylight with a pillow at the ready to hide my face in.

12. Which movie has your favorite soundtrack?

i love most of the instrumental soundtracks from Ghibli movies. Whisper of the Heart uses Olivia Newton John's cover of "Country Roads" as part of its plot and I've thought about how it does that a lot - so probably that movie.

Oh and Scott Pilgrim vs. the World

15. What is the funniest movie you've seen?

Let's go with Monty Python and the Holy Grail

movie asks

[amara-laz]

crying bc java is objectively better for this project i'm working on but i like python better </3

[sesamenom-misc]

@illegally-blind-and-deaf hi i put together a list of names from Eldamo to use in my campaign! (I also turned it into a basic python name generator program but i'm not sure how to share that)

The non-khuzdul names are a mixture of quenya, sindarin, old quenya/qenya, ilkorin, noldorin, and gnomish:

Male

Bol Rol Rolar Bor Borlach Borlan Varin Voron Ulfan Uldor Ulbar Penrod Fenras Fen Aldan Gan Abon Aldor Arod Baldor Bema Brytta Ealdor Folca Folcred Galmod Marhath Marhari Orald Wold Alphros Angren Anborn Andras Andrast Adurant Amarth Aradan Arahad Baloth Balco Balan Bar Narth Aros Arossi Arthad Ascar Bel Bereg Beregar Lach Bergil Borgil Brand Brega Brego Borthand Boron Corma Veleg Drun Garthur Gelir Guilin Gundor Haera Haerast Harnen Hathol Hender Henderch Herion Maldan Ragnir Ragnor Rerir Rod Rodnor Nor Rohald Sador Tawar Terch Teras Tegil Thalos Thalan Thal Tol Tor Tyrn Umarth Artan Len Maer Maren Tarcil Pelar Pelor Alf Alflon Agald Agaldor Andram Fennir Neled Arthod Arthor Belthil Caer Caeros Calen Cran Crand Crandir Caron Breged Dolad Egnor Elbor Ernil Pen Radros Ramas Ram Oswine

Female

Elinor Elenor Elanar Elanor Elari Eleri Inil Ilin Narel Naril Gilrail Gilrael Loren Laren Valdi Valin Aleth Merel Aurel Andrath Andreth Aeren Aerin Aeril Aelin Aranel Arnen Beris Berel Frana Idis Brilth Brilthor Bril Cerin Ciril Ciriel Ivrin Elvellyn Erien Gildis Ildis Gilmith Hallas Heril Herien Angril Hirwen Melui Imloth Iorlas Iorhael Ireth Irith Ioreg Ivan Ivorwen Ivon Ivor Lachend Laewen Lindis Melith Meril Merith Neldor Nuath Nuneth Rodwen Sennas Serni Sernil Sennil Silir Neldor Neldis Meleg Urthel Ailinel Aliel Almiel Amanel Calatariel Elemma Elenna Elen Eruanna Eruan Faniel Ilwen Iluin Itaril Malin Mariel Nalta Nenar Neldi Verna Vernas Vernan Wilwa Airin Fennas Neledil Neledir Duilas Emerin Brennil Iarwath Iaros Iorhail Melineth Neth Pennas Penna Mereth Agaldel Caeril Rodwen Haeras Hendas Elerin Eleran Ranis Silca

Neutral

Kel Cel Mair Maura Mar Aglor Aglar Taril Tarkil Aldar Gaeran Gairen Taran Taren Kor Kar Arahael Orald Andrath Aranel Aranuir Aranar Aranarth Arnen Aros Arthad Eith Theli Bel Bergil Carnen Celon Celos Dirhael Dirhoel Eglon Echor Echil Echad Edel Elphir Elen Elren Ened Galen Leben Linhir Ard Rath Amon Rerir Andun Teras Arcas Argol Arvern Calat Casal Carn Coron Eldo Enderi Ilmen Vailen Mindon Itaren Nalta Maren Ornen Palar Pelor Perel Romen Tarcil Anner Bren Kalen Kelos Kiril Delin

Noble

Arvegil Arvedui Aphadon Araphant Araphor Aranarth Marhari Fenras Aldan Baldor Ealdor Balan Arassuil Arothir Arodreth Arothir Baranor Baravorn Beleglinn Belegur Brethil Alphros Carach Cardolan Dalath Derufin Dervorin Daur Duilwen Eradan Lithui Erien Finglas Rochel Gaerdil Gelennil Orrain Gevellin Glinnel Glornan Lithir Linhir Malvegil Meneldor Mindol Mitheithel Limhir Moravar Elmoth Narchost Nardol Orchaldor Orchorod Orfalch Ossir Panthael Arduin Pelar Ragnir Ragnor Maldan Veleg Arphain Celer Remmirath Rhevain Cheruin Methestel Rodnor Runedhel Runavar Runeglon Saelind Serech Ninglor Talath Tarmund Meleg Duinath Chardhin Terchil Udalraph Anducal Aratar Aratan Argoldo Carnil Calatar Caltar Ciryon Elatan Elostir Lemberin Oromet Ornen Pelendur Tarannon Tarindor Alchorin Ammalas Velegol Bannos Barangil Caerost Celion Dolbaran Dorlamren Eledun Elfaron Elivorn Elethon Arnen Nimrais Findros Galdaran Iaros Inram Lanhail Marthanc Narthas Arthas Penannon Pensarn Tarnost Ondren Arachir Arothir

Elf

Penrod Aldan Aurel Aelin Aerennel Celerdain Amarthan Aglar Aldar Amroth Anborn Bronwe Nimras Celduin Egladil Arodreth Ivrin Elulin Eressai Erien Findor Galador Gelennil Ingildon Linhir Lindel Orophin Saelind Silivros Duiniel Ailinel Alcarin Alatar Aldamir Aldanil Almaren Almiel Aranor Aranion Arantar Aramir Ardamir Artano Carnil Celecorme Ealote Earrame Elentir Elentirmo Elestirne Elerrina Helluin Ilion Illuin Ilmarin Ilmen Ilwen Irimon Luinil Lorellin Mairen Altaras Ornendil Urundil Alchorin Celebrond Celebrath Celebrin Celebros Celion Eriant Erion Galdaran Garathon Melineth Arfalas Orofin Talagand Lindisse Nolondil Salmo Istarwe Istarwen Irilde Bronwen Bronweg Oronwen Nolomir Aralin Lindiel Lauriel Artaher Anariel Anardil Elerian Anahir Ranisse Ranwe Findegil Silcalima Ornisil Morindil Arendil Elennar Arasarma Dailir Melegor

Khuzdul

Azanul Azan Azag Barazinbar Bundushathur Bundinbar Buzundush Buzunbar Felakinbar Felakzar Gathol Zirak Gamil Gundabad Kibil Kheled Kheledinbar Naragabil Narag Sigin Tarag Nulukkhizdin Udushinbar Tumuzahar Zahar Zigilnad Zirakinbar Zirakzigil Urukthar Navar

Dungeon Master panic messaging me because he needs names for the campaign: HELP

Me: *pulls out the Silmarillion*

[quarterlifekitty]

In honor of Lunar New Year, I decided to get freaky!

Please enjoy this celebration of the each animal zodiac with some Hybrid!AU scenarios. Lots of size kink, breeding kink, feral behavior, and more. I'm really on my nerd shit here. Really playing with my dolls rn. This is so utterly distant from the source material it's unreal. You've been warned. [part 1 of 2]

Barn Cat!Nikto x Rat!Reader

Nikto is a dutiful, prideful creature. A stray who domesticated himself to a farm, hunting their vermin in exchange for a place to call his own when he pleased. He’s caught a thousand little krysy like you, but you give him pause when he bears down on you. Something about the quiver to your tail, the nervous clench of your legs… It’s not how rats ought to act when under the paw of a cat. He’s inclined to keep you– curious about what else fear might make you do.

Chianina!Ghost x Vechur!Reader

You’re in adjacent pens, having travelled a long way– you’re show animals, the most exemplary in your breed. True to form, he’s gigantic and has a brilliant white coloring to his fur, and you’re, well… little. Constantly crowded around for onlookers to take pictures, the ox beside you flaring his nostrils when he sees you being overwhelmed and anxious, stamping to scare off the spectators. You’re almost infuriatingly diminutive to him. He doesn’t know how it’s possible, and if the abundance of ribbons on your gate is anything to go by– you’ll probably be paired up to somehow make an even smaller little calf. Maybe he’ll just have to take some steps to make sure he can see it for himself.

Flemish Giant!König x Netherlands Dwarf!Reader

You’re unceremoniously pushed onto the back lawn of the house. Your owner and his are good friends– and have recently become obsessed with the idea of having little baby bunnies to cuddle. Boy meets girl– can I make it any more obvious? You can, because they neglect to take into account your difference in breed. You’re terrified when you encounter him, and he doesn’t help matters when he catches you by the ankle as you try to dive under the porch to hide. But he doesn’t do anything bad when he’s caught you. Just holds you a little too tight, nuzzling, like you’re little more than a toy to him. Unfortunately for you, your owners consider it a successful playdate, keen to set more up regularly until the right season rolls around.

Tiger!Horangi x Housecat!Reader

You live on a plantation bordering forest, climbing in and out of the window by your favorite basking spot to explore. Being raised among humans, your survival instincts are a bit dull– you can’t tell that you’re being watched by a tiger. He’s never seen a little creature like you. You’re like him, but small. But you still very much smell like a female, so he’s more than content to stalk after you. He doesn’t really understand why your back bristles up when he roars. He’s used to females growling and swiping at him when they’re not interested, but you run off back to your window, shaking as you watch him from the walls of your little palace. He’ll try again tomorrow.

Dragon!Price x Fish Scale Gecko!Reader

There aren’t many dragons left in the world. Price, for one, hasn’t seen another since he was very young. He hasn’t seen much of anything in the past hundred years or so– hasn’t come down from on high. No reason to. The forest begins to return to the mountainside– having been leveled by his flame decades ago. With the trees come more creatures, including you. Scales and tail not unlike a dragon– though your size and tree-dwelling habits are decidedly un-dragonlike. With his mating season on the horizon, beggars can’t be choosers, but when he tries to grab you by the tail, he’s left holding a fistful of scales. It gets his blood running hot– he’s forgotten what a thrill it is to hunt. He might just be in love.

Reticulated Python Naga!Nikolai x Brahminy Blind Snake Naga!Reader

You have no idea as to the extent of Nikolai’s tail, as you can’t see it. All you know are the shadows he makes against the sunlight. You know that he eats strange things, things that don’t sound like eggs or larvae (what he’s eating are your predators, hoping to take advantage of a tiny, blind, defenseless thing out in the open). When he ponders about how he’s going to stretch you to fit his cock, to take his eggs– you can’t even begin to imagine what he’s talking about. Your mother made all of her eggs on her own, and so did your sisters– what does he need you for?

[caer-gai]

Alright it's that time of year again...

Arthuriana August

An art, writing, playlist making, gif-ing, edit creating and anything else challenge based on Arthuriana!

The challenge officially runs from August 1st to the 31st, put things in the tag #arthuriana august and/or @caer-gai and I'll reblog it! Now, for what you're really here for: the prompts!

OC Week (1-5) : This week we celebrate the time honored tradition of adding your own little guy to the legend! Create something to do with your Arthurian OC, or a character original to another work (ie Brian from The Adventures of Sir Lancelot)

Child's Play (6-10): Kids! They're cute, they're lovable, and in Arthuriana they're often traumatized! Create something about your favorite arthuriana character as a child and/or your favorite "next generation" Arthuriana character!(i.e Gingulain, Kelemon)

Variety Pack (11-15): Look I get it, swords are cool as fuck, and if you're like me they might be the safest bet for a weapon you can draw. But there are soooo many cool weapons out there, so this week I challenge you to create something that contains at least one weapon that is not a sword. (Bonus points for each additional weapon /j)

Ye Olde Arthurian Tale (16-20): Time to go back to the classics! Create something directly inspired by a medieval Arthuriana piece! (I'll count anything before 1600 here yes I know that's not all the medieval period don't come for me)

Arthuriana.com (21-25): It's the far flung future year 2025, and we are still obsessed with our silly little knight stories! Create something inspired by a retelling (1600-present, for the purposes of this) OR create something for a modern/reincarnation/futuristic AU.

I Can't Believe It's Not Arthuriana! (26-31): This week we dive into the wonderful world of arthuriana adjacent stories, anything from contemporary (Biscarvet, The Song of Roland) to modern (Knights Tale(2001)) and even parody and satire (Don Quixote, Monte Python and the Holy Grail).

Rules:

You can create anything you want! (Please no AI)

NSFW and gore are allowed, just tag appropriately! I will use discretion while reblogging

I will be checking the tag and reblogging between August 1st and August 31st 2025! Feel free to post before or after that time frame if you need to, but I might not see it if you don't tag me

MOST IMPORTANT RULE OF THE WHOLE CHALLANGE: have fun! Don't push yourself too hard this is a silly and fun thing! Take the time you need, just tag me when you're done. I run these because I like seeing what you make

As always send me asks/notes/DMs/page boys with any and all questions! I'm happy to help=)

See y'all in August!!!

[hotvintagepoll]

Peter Sellers (Dr. Strangelove, The Pink Panther, The Ladykillers)—much-heralded figure in British films known for his groundbreaking goon show, whose work in turn impacted the stuff of Monty Python, Eddie Murphy, Jim Carrey, and other comedians. To quote Steve Carrell, "He’s someone who could play the broadest, or the most tightly wound, subtle characters, for the same effect. Everything he did was very grounded and believable and you never got a sense that there was Peter Sellers there." [link]

Brigitte Helm (Metropolis)— She’s a robot. She’s a communist revolutionary. She’s really bad at winking. She dances in the most awkward way I’ve ever seen in my life. She has emo eyeliner. What more could you want.

This is round 1 of the contest. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. If you're confused on what a scrungle is, or any of the rules of the contest, click here.

[additional submitted propaganda + scrungly videos under the cut]

Peter Sellers:

Brigitte Helm:

[Editor’s note for video: tw for slave imagery, eyeball horror, freaky statues, death references—generally just go forth with caution if you’re sensitive to horror/horror adjacent work. Enjoy!]

[vileandvenom]

***incoherent babbling***

[tomatomagica]

just woke up from a bizarro nightmare:

i found a visual novel adjacent indie game called "All-in One", made by a tumblr user techy-vrissy or something like that; naturally i wanted to stream it (i had my OBS open and running the whole time, giving me immense anxiety throughout the nightmare)

it was a very niche game, so i wanted to make it more known by making a carrd for it with links to download it as well as synopsis and character info

for some reason i only had a free unvoiced version and wanted to get a premium paid one with professional voice over by japanese anime studio

that's where the weird stuff began - every time i googled the name of the game, it would glitch the page into something scary and unsettling (the two distinct examples i remember is a fake chinese food restraunt order with 4th wall jokes throughout it, and AI-generated pictures of interiors made entirely out of dogs textures but it looked more like gore than a funny collage)

at some point i also for some reason accidentally re-named a handful of characters in the unvoiced version and wanted to change them back, and that took forever to figure

some character names i remember were The D°g Boy and Paripi Bitch Ren (okay then...)

no matter what i did i couldn't find a page to download the game at all, not even the version i had initially so i could at least restore the names to the original ones

in the end i found that apparently the game was coded, and i cannot stress enough the absurdity of it, by writing thousands upon thousands of Reddit comments with character text, image links and movement descriptions python-style in unending reply chain

i found the links eventually on a forum made by the creator and the top pinned post was "3000 frequently asked questions"

there i read that it couldn't be downloaded for Windows anymore, it was discontinued in favor of an experimental operating system similar to Mac, that risked everything being wiped off my computer during the installation process and required a pretty beefy hardware that I didn't have

i woke up really angry and sore

[shitouttabuck]

"picking a leaf/flower petal out of their hair, or brushing dirt off of their face" for bucktommy or buddie? 👀

everything’s growing in our garden

buck/eddie | 2k | read on ao3

It’s a Saturday afternoon and Eddie is muddy-kneed and sweaty in his backyard, grass stains all down his jeans and freshly-dug dirt clinging to multiple senses—gritty between his fingers, scent mellow and earthy, in through his nose and settling soft on the back of his tongue.

The fact that it’s a Saturday afternoon on his day off is only relevant when presented with the combination of factors that find him alone in his garden today. First, he’s a dad to a teenager who has much less embarrassing things to do than hang out with his father on a weekend. Second, his two closest friends are dating each other. Third, Eddie’s not dating anybody.

So here he is, carefully planting winter squashes in the stretch of soil he’s just worked, because this is a new phase of life for him and things are changing for the different. They’ll be okay, he’ll be okay, he just doesn’t want to—get left behind. Stagnate. Hence, gardening. Maybe a little on the nose in terms of growth metaphors, but hey, he’s doing it, and that’s what counts. He thinks.

He spent a few weeks struggling to put a name to the new anxiety, or anxiety-adjacent twist in his stomach that made itself known after Buck came out to him. Not that night—that night was surprise and joy and this almost debilitating tidal wave of love he tried to wrap Buck up in when he strode across the loft into that hug.

But the next day, when Buck texted him that Tommy agreed to meet for coffee and talk? Something uncomfortable wrapped itself around Eddie’s insides, a python-grip of pressure, and it’s only gotten tighter since.

He entertained the idea that this time around maybe it was him who was jealous, his friend and his best friend dating each other and having less time for him. Except that’s not anywhere close to true—sure, his Saturday afternoons are a little emptier, but neither Buck nor Tommy have lessened the time they spend with Eddie on the whole. There’s still Muay Thai and basketball, there’s still homemade dinners and beers and movies on the couch. There’s nothing to be jealous of—he still has them both in the same capacity he always has.

Which is when he plucked at whatever tendril of envy had him in knots, following it back to the root. Watching Buck blush like a teenager in the face of Tommy’s earnest smooth-talking. Tommy absently reaching for Buck’s hand and intertwining their fingers when he drops by the station while they’re on shift. The way Buck seems to unconsciously sway into Tommy’s orbit, like a Great Dane who’s forgotten they’re too big for lap-sitting.

Maybe the thing Eddie was envious of, then, is less the replacement of a friend and more the lack of any of this, any of the easy affection, in his own relationship. Marisol was nice, kind, fine, but Eddie—he doesn’t regret ending things because he so badly wants to believe in more than fine for himself.

Marisol had looked almost relieved that she didn’t have to pull the ripcord on their relationship herself, confirming Eddie’s inkling that there was pretty much no coming back after he asked her to move out not one day post-moving-in. It’s a memory that’s going to make him wince for several years at least.

He ended up naming the ache, yanking off the mask like a Scooby-Doo villain reveal to look it in the eye. Oh, he’d thought, smoothing away a smear of soot on Buck’s nose, realisation just late enough that his hands remained steady in their obliviousness. This is the easy affection, isn’t it.

Buck’s nose crinkled with amusement and the knot in Eddie’s stomach loosened for half a second before coiling tight again, uncaring of his revelation. And, he supposes, that’s fair, because it’s not like this knowledge changes anything. Eddie can’t believe in the Universe because that’s a quick jaunt to feeling personally victimised by all of it, this singularly unbearable tragedy of timing in particular.

He's not surprised it took Buck to make him realise he’s—not straight. He hasn’t even let himself think about it, not really. The fact that it’s Buck is enough to anchor him from the alarm of a sexuality crisis. Nothing about loving Buck could ever be that scary. Still, the rest of it remains only in the recesses of his mind. He’s—on his way. He just doesn’t think he can struggle through a—a complete identity overhaul at the same time he’s struggling to make his peace with the fact that Tommy makes Buck really happy, and Eddie can’t ever be someone who puts that at risk. That Eddie’s lost Buck before he even realised he wanted him this much at all.

So. Things are changing, things are different, and Eddie has to keep moving. He still has Buck and Tommy in the same capacity he always has. He just has to come to terms with wanting more and not being able to ask for it. Letting yourself want is a slippery slope, because believing you can want and believing you can have are two different things. He’s allowed to want, but he’s not allowed to have. For now, he digs his hands into the soil, deliberate and reaching. In four months, he’ll have winter squashes. Buck will teach him that delicious soup recipe they tried last year. Eddie won’t be stuck in this moment forever.

The backdoor squeaks something awful when Buck slides it open jerkily. Eddie looks up, surprised.

“Hey,” he says, scratching at his nose. “What’re you doing here? Thought you had a lunch date.”

“I did,” Buck nods, flopping himself down on the lawn beside Eddie. “Finished early. I texted you, but I guess your phone’s inside.” He eyes Eddie’s dirt-streaked hands. “Thought I’d come see what you’re up to anyway.”

“Gardening,” Eddie tells him helpfully, and he grins.

“And here I thought you were just playing in the mud.”

Eddie flicks the dirt on his hands at Buck. He just beams up at Eddie, afternoon sun washing him the kind of golden that makes Eddie’s breath catch a little.

“What’re you planting?”

“Squash,” Eddie says, shaking the brightly coloured packet of seeds at him. “How’s Tommy?”

Buck blinks at him. “You saw him, like, two days ago.”

“That’s not what I meant,” Eddie says, sinking his hands into the raked soil for something to do. “Like—how’s dating him going?”

“Oh,” Buck says, brow scrunching for the barest second before he nods. “Good. It’s—I really like him.”

“Good,” Eddie breathes, gut-snake squeezing and squeezing inside him.

They’re quiet for a minute, bird song and breeze winding around them, and then Buck asks, “Do you, uh. Do you talk to Tommy about me, too?”

“What do you mean?” Eddie asks, studying the dirt before him.

“Like. Do you ask Tommy how things are going with dating me?”

Eddie huffs a laugh. “No. No, I don’t. Why?”

Buck shrugs, picking at stalks of grass. “Why not? We’re both your friends.”

“It’s not the same.”

“Isn’t it?” Buck sits up.

Eddie tips some more seeds into his palm before depositing them into the next hole. “No, it’s not. Buck, you—obviously it’s different.”

“But why?” Buck presses. “I know your friendship is, like, foundationed on macho men stereotypes, but c’mon. Neither of you are capable of not, I don’t know, talking about more sensitive stuff, I guess.”

Eddie sighs at the dirt.

“Why is it different?”

“It’s different ’cause it’s you,” Eddie says. He doesn’t need to look at Buck to know he’s slow-blinking in confusion.

“W-why? You don’t think you have to put up some kind of front—with Tommy?”

“Why is this bothering you so much? Do you want me to be talking to Tommy about you?”

He finally looks at Buck, his life-ruiningly pink mouth ajar in surprise.

“N-no. Just—I don’t know.”

He’s wearing the same hang-dog expression he had been when he’d bodied Eddie at the pick-up game, half-surprise, half-misery. Eddie sighs again.

“Are you—are you worrying about something between the two of you? Because I don’t have to be in the middle of it, but that doesn’t mean you can’t tell me. That doesn’t mean I’m not on your side.”

“There’s no sides,” Buck shakes his head. “I wouldn’t make you pick anyway.”

Eddie groans and shoves Buck back down, flat on his back with big muddy handprints on his crisp blue shirt. “I’m always on your side, you idiot. Tommy’s great, but I’ve known the guy… what, two months? You’ve been my—for six years. You’ve been—it’s different.”

“Oh,” Buck grins, bright and broad, “is that why it’s different?”

Eddie ignores him. “Is there something going on, though? Did something happen?”

“No,” Buck shakes his head, sobering a little. “Not really. I really like him, I just—I don’t know if there’s… a future, you know? We’re both having fun, but I-I just don’t know how to have that conversation with him yet. Or… if he’s on the same page and it’s all okay.”

“Oh,” Eddie says. He turns the trowel over in his hands. “How come—what makes you think there’s no future with him?”

“There could be,” Buck amends. “I just—there could be something else.” He glances at Eddie and hurriedly adds, “I think there’s already… I think… you know?”

“No,” Eddie says truthfully. “But you know, which is all that matters.”

Buck exhales softly. “Right. I’m just—I think I know what it’s supposed to look like. And Tommy is fucking—wonderful. I just—he’s not what my ending looks like.”

He looks up, meeting Eddie’s eyes, and there’s something in there just as vulnerable as the night he quietly told Eddie it was a date. Eddie doesn’t know how to translate it, bowled over by the wave of frustration at not being fluent in every one of Buck’s languages.

Except—he might still be, because all that’s there is this—expectation, a weighty, desperate hope for understanding. Like Buck’s waiting. And behind that, the steadiness of the safest place Eddie’s ever known.

“It’s different for me, with you and Tommy,” Eddie begins, “because it’s you. I can—I can listen to you talk about dating other people because—I know that, I’m used to that. But—listening to Tommy talk about what it’s like dating you? When I’m just—too late—”

He doesn’t know if he cuts himself off or if he’s interrupted by Buck’s ragged inhale. Either way, he’s silent, filling up the next little hole with soil.

“Eddie—”

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have—” Eddie mumbles. “I can’t—Buck—”

Buck sits back up and grabs him by his shoulders, turning him so they’re face-to-face. “Eddie.”

“I can’t,” Eddie says again, voice hoarse with emotion. “I’m—I haven’t even begun unpacking it, Buck.”

“Okay,” Buck nods. “Okay. I’m not asking for anything. Just—do you mean it? That’s all I need from you. Tell me if you mean it, Eddie, please—” His chest is heaving like he’s run ten blocks and not just been sprawled on Eddie’s lawn in the afternoon sun.

And the thing is, Buck asks for so little. He thinks he does the opposite, but everyone who’s ever loved Buck knows: Buck asks for so little. And he deserves the entire fucking world. So Eddie can spare one terrifying truth.

“There could be something else,” he echoes Buck’s earlier words. “And it’s—it’s already… it could be a really good fucking ending. I’m… I need some time to… but I think it could the right ending. For us.”

Buck swallows audibly, eyes bright when he ducks his head and nods. “S’much time as you need.”

Something in Eddie relaxes, stops constricting, takes a deep, gulping breath. He blinks quickly to stave off whatever emotion this is, sinking his hands into the last mound of dirt.

“They’ll be ready by September,” he tells Buck, a little thickly.

“September,” Buck nods. “Good month. Summer end. We can make soup.”

Eddie turns to him. “Not too long away?”

“Nah,” Buck says, hand coming up to cup Eddie’s face. Eddie freezes, but Buck’s just using the pad of his thumb to oh-so-gently brush away a smudge of dirt on Eddie’s cheek. He keeps holding Eddie’s face for a moment more before dropping his hand, shifting to examine Eddie’s neatly planted rows of squash seeds. “Besides. They’re, uh. Worth waiting for.”

“I hope so,” Eddie says softly.

Buck nudges his shoulder against Eddie’s, companionable and cross-legged beside each other in the grass. “I know so.”

[mishtiikrishna]

mishti krishna

she/her | 18 | aroace (still exploring) bisexual | desi

loves coding, digital art, writing, reading (fanfictions too lol), listening to songs, hairstyling, cooking, cold stuff, rambling at length, sleeping, imagining scenarios in her head, hot and spicy snacks and adjacent, photography, organising, calligraphy, note taking, technology, desi stuff, Tumblr notifications, coffee, any variant of maggi and adjacent, typing, pencil sketching, purple and blue parts of the spectrum, and is equal parts android and apple fan.

hates hot stuff (as in hot drinks and desserts except sizzling brownie), is violently allergic to dust, has a nose ring, has a wolf cut she gave herself at 17 for the first time (and it turned out fiiine!!), has built an entire game from scratch in python and tkinter for her finals, and dislikes the sun.

this blog is mainly for talking to my friends and people on here, reblogging whatever shows up on my dashboard, whatever goes on in my brain, and all my writing dump. when my writing dump gets larger and more regular, maybe I’ll start a new blog idk.

fandoms: harry potter, sherlock holmes, anne with an e, merlin, marvel, dc, mahabharat (starplus), heartstopper, and still counting ig

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psst! longer intro post + moots over here

psst! UPSC prep blog over here

psst! spotify over here

psst! so apparently I've been making moodboards right so search for 'mishti does moodboards' all over my blog lol

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helloooo everyone happy tuesday (barely)!

first, some recent uploads on googledrive:

all of guy mont spelling be, nz and au (new eps!)

new audiobooks by bob mortimer and rhys nicholson

john kearns – the varnishing days

jessie cave – an ecstatic display (recorded at the fringe 2024)

note that you can find the last leg in paris here, plus taskmaster nz here and here, and i want to mention again that the googledrive i share on my main account has some beautiful rips of great british comedy/-adjacent films i highly recommend: withnail and i, boiling point, gosford park, monty python and the holy grail, the personal history of david copperfield, the full monty, and more

second, i'm moving this week!!! i'm still an nyc girlie of courseee, but now i'll be in park slope 🥹 if anyone is nearby, give us a shout!! i may be a little slow uploading this week, but i should have wifi every day and be able to make sure the new gmsb and tut episodes are up within a day or so~ and i'll be back to posting gifs shortly!

third, thank you so much to everyone who sent me a tip on my new kofi page 🥹😭 they were very generous, not to mention they paid for half of the googledrive for this month! so thoughtful, thank u again ❤️

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Portable People

Muriel: "Can I...Can I take a book with me? I was looking at one earlier. They're like people, only portable." S2E6

Crowley's yeeting them around while stress-cleaning the bookshop, Jimbriel is trying to sell them to the investigating archangels, and Muriel just wants to read them all. Should we give a second thought to any of these books?

Er, yes. Yes, we should, I say.

In Crowley's case, both times he tosses the books aside (both in S2E3) it is adjacent to a conversation about memory.

In the first one he remarks to Jim that he doesn't remember why "they" invented gravity. He tosses the books - records of the past, records of (human) knowledge - then moves right back into the present, observing Rodney the Stunt Fly with Jim and then describing his Operation Lovebirds plan to him.

The same with the second GIF - Crowley has to make a decision between answering the phone (which is Aziraphale calling from Edinburgh) or the books. The present wins again, and he has the phone conversation with Aziraphale.

Crowley: Pffft. Humans. You don't let yourself get too attached. Aziraphale: No. No, I suppose not. Um… You haven't actually been selling any of the books, have you?

While we get the impression of Crowley not wanting to hang on to the past, as if its something that's hurt him before and he doesn't want to repeat that, on the other hand Aziraphale was having a lovely time remembering Mr Dalrymple the Scottish surgeon from 1826. This from an angel who hates getting rid of memories books, and we learn keeps a diary! Hmm.

I suppose the question is, is it a real memory problem on Crowley's side or an affected one to get around certain...awkwardness to do with his history? Such as not remembering working with Saraqael or fighting next to Furfur before the Fall?

Jimbriel, on the other hand, is more like Muriel. He is having a wonderful time discovering the delights of Humanity in the bookshop for the first time and is sooo excited to show it to the archangels when they arrive on Aziraphale's doorstep!

[btw, do you notice which side Jimbriel is standing on here? Its actually interesting to pay attention to which shoulder-side he is on in S2, because he is rarely on the left - even in S1, as well]

So while Aziraphale tries to, um, explain what humans do, Jimbriel "fans" one in Saraqael's face and then tries to (horror!) kill Rodney the Stunt fly with the Wicked Bible - the one with the printing error that says "You Shall Commit Adultery." *ahem* (not looking at you Jimbriel, oh no, not all...) Good thing it never works, Jimbriel declares, as the dust flies dramatically.

Edit: This book-banging episode is also a Monty Python reference! I found out over in my Assistant Bookseller meta that Jim's Fair Isle's style vest is a nod the Gumby characters, who all wear that style of vest and have the catchphrase "My brain hurts!" They also bang bricks together occasionally. *sigh* The things you didn't expect to find...Gabriel the Gumby...

The angels take no notice of Jim's antics. Since when do they take any notice of what goes on with humans, anyway? Oh, yes, they are going to keep a close eye on Aziraphale, but some idiotic human - nah! Don't care!

Then there's this travesty:

Aaah! The horror! Aziraphale reluctantly lets Maggie and Nina throw the books of human knowledge at the demons. But that doesn't work in the long run. Only the angel himself can solve this crisis.