#and he got to introduce his song!

[tiffanyachings]

it would have been very beautiful. camilla would have had to cook (horrible bone soup)

[aheroonahistorybookpage]

Well, crying over this again.

9-1-1 3x15 Eddie Begins

[feroluce]

When Al Haitham dreams, it's in shades of sandy blonde and red, metallic gold and feather-blue. His nightmares are colored much the same.

Kaveh leisurely strolls ahead of him, shoes leaving deep treads in the soft desert sand. He keeps a careful distance, arms length, and in return Al Haitham keeps an eye on him, the other man's back dead center in his sights.

He curses the sand in his boots and the long line of footprints he steps into, already the exact shape of the soles of his shoes.

They aren't lost. Al Haitham knows where they are. They've been here before. They are still here.

Kaveh doesn't watch their feet. His head is constantly tipped back with his eyes on the stars and their constellations (of which Al Haitham only knows two, Vultur Volans and Paradisaea). He'll walk right into a cactus like that. Al Haitham yells ahead for him to watch where he's going.

Kaveh reaches up to touch the side of his head in a strange motion, but otherwise there's no acknowledgement. They press on into the dark of night.

Something squelches beneath Al Haitham's boot.

It stops him short, pulls his attention like a magnet and as much as he wants to, he can't ignore it. He doesn't want to lose any more ground. But something won't let him move on. Al Haitham watches as red seeps into the golden sand, spills beyond the border of his bootprint until he slides his foot aside.

It's an ear.

It's a human ear, and there's a heavy earring attached, metallic gold, gems red and green, a familiar shape, a familiar shade-

Al Haitham opens his mouth to yell. Chokes. Swallows the lump in his throat as he quickly restarts his pace. Tries again.

"Hey!"

Another squelch under a hurried footstep. He doesn't stop to look. Al Haitham is pretty sure he knows what it is.

"Kaveh, hey!"

The path becomes littered, little slices and small pieces, fingertips and knuckles, Kaveh's arms once held casually behind his back now strewn along the sands. Every time Al Haitham extends his hand to him, reality warps and bends like the twisted image in a broken mirror, lines mismatched and edges jagged. Kaveh flits just beyond his grasp, fleeting fae, no longer able to hear him or to reach out to him. Al Haitham can only grit his teeth and follow.

His right foot marches forward. His left follows. His right again. His left suddenly doesn't follow, and Al Haitham is thrown off balance and pitches forward, swinging his arms outward to land on his palms and keep his face off the ground, because he's been in the desert enough times to know what a foot suddenly being stuck can mean.

Quicksand.

Al Haitham curses and swears in just about every language he knows as he tries to spread his weight as evenly as possible, stay afloat at the top of it because if he sinks, he knows he'll be done for, and shit, Kaveh.

His neck cranes uncomfortably in his search, Kaveh had only been a few feet in front of him, he can't be sunk much further, and he's in the desert much more often than Al Haitham anyway, he'll be familiar with what to do-

Kaveh stands in front of him, empty sleeves fluttering loose. Still just out of his grasp, still watching the stars. The quicksand is already up to his calves.

"Say, Al Haitham..." It's the first he's spoken this whole time. His voice resonates somewhere deeply nostalgic in Al Haitham's chest, produces a ripple that momentarily stuns his heart.

Kaveh is sinking.

Al Haitham stretches out on his belly as far as he's able, it's quickly up to his knees, Kaveh isn't even trying to redistribute his weight or pull himself out, it's at his thighs, Al Haitham sucks in a breath and yells for him, his hips, yells louder, his waist, Al Haitham's trembling fingertips can almost reach, his chest, Kaveh drops level with him, quicksand about his neck like a noose.

Kaveh's head tips back, back, impossibly far back, until it hangs, angle awkward, and he's looking right past Al Haitham with his tired smile and gouged, blinded sockets full of starlight.

"Do you believe in karma?"

The quicksand swallows him entirely and Al Haitham dives, shoves his arms deep and pushes off with the one foot he'd had left on safe ground, because he can't, he can't, it's not the same without Kaveh, not anymore, he needs him, no one else keeps him sharp, no one else challenges him like Kaveh, if he can just grab him, if he can just pull him back up-

Al Haitham thrashes, against the sands, against gravity, against the hardwood of his bedroom floor. Clumsily scrubs the back of his hand across his face to rub the grit of quicksand and sleep out of his eyes.

Sometimes he thinks he preferred it when the Akasha was still harvesting his dreams.

He pops his head out from under his weighted blanket and lays where he'd fallen out of bed for a moment, blinking blearily against the lamplight shining from his desk in the corner. Deep breaths. His consciousness shifts along the blurred line of nightmare and reality, crosses over the slow transition into wakeful awareness.

He's home, Kaveh is home. It's dark out. The house is dead silent.

He's just going to go check, he tells himself as he peels himself out of his sweat-soaked shirt and roots around for a replacement. He's already losing memories of his nightmare, the details spilling away from him like wet ink, but he knows he needs to see Kaveh. It'll feel better to do something, anything, than try to go straight back to sleep.

He's quiet when he slips out of his bedroom door, because they both keep late hours but their bedrooms are right next to each other, and Al Haitham will never hear the end of it if he wakes his roommate up.

Lights off, door shut. Nothing conclusive. He moves out to the main room.

Kaveh sits on one of those ridiculous sofas he'd ordered three of for some reason, back to him as he tucks a lock of hair behind his ear. A mostly-empty wine bottle stands tall on the table, next to the cobbled-together remains of an architectural model that's been picked and fussed over for four days straight now.

"Kaveh? What are you doing?"

This earns him an exaggerated startle, but Kaveh doesn't turn to look at him, preoccupied with whatever new sketch or blueprint he probably has in his hands. "Ohhh, nothing," he slurs cheerfully. "Just working. Just thinking."

Kaveh has always been the world's chattiest drinker. Al Haitham waits for the rest of it.

"Say, I think...I think I asked you this years ago, back then, but you never answered me." Al Haitham feels all the blood drain from his face in ominous familiarity, drip cold down the length of his spine. Kaveh sinks into the couch until he can tip his head over the back of it, looking up at him with a tired smile and exhausted eyes.

"Do you believe in karma?"

[suga-kookiemonster]

just watched the halftime show, and i really hope some of you realize just how massively stupid you sounded when you were talking crazy out the side of your neck about THEE usher raymond iv 🥴

[lushloooser]

early in the year I commissioned @mataurin to do some art for my fanfiction and she absolutely put her whole pizussy into it, so much so that for my bday I went and commissioned two follow up pieces from her,

and may I just say that she is one of the raddest artists i’ve had the pleasure working with and I am so grateful for her breathing so much life into my versions of the Gotham City Girlies, whilst also tolerating all of my last minute changes like impulsively suggesting that Poison Ivy owns and wears a Lucy Dacus shirt, my multiple requests for the waistlines of their pants to be higher, and my drunken attempts to layout the poses for these commissions while I was at a party trying to get a photograph with Fred Armisen (which I then proceeded to send to her)

anyway thank you so much from the bottom of my heart, em! it was worth every penny, and if you’re looking for someone to commission I super recommend working with her

[theladyfae]

nothing to me will ever be more iconic than my beloved mutual managing to get me so invested in a (rarepair) ship for a media i had no previous interaction with that i was actively making my own headcanons abt their potential relationship dynamic and making song associations and engaging in others’ brainrot for months before i ever even considered getting in to said media. and now a year later i’m finally writing fic for them but still know next to nothing abt what they’re like in canon cause i still haven’t made it to that part of the story, the memories of the shared delusion are genuinely the only thing keeping me going.

[lifebloodless]

Got a good grade in recommending music

[infinitethree]

OOC::

So I'm working on putting the Blood & Gold playlist of 5x songs per chapter (for a total of 150 songs, no repeats) into a good order. All the songs are picked out, it's just a matter of making it flow well.

BUT IN THE MEANTIME.

I'm gonna share my two (yes there are two) "credits" songs for Blood & Gold. These are the songs that I feel most strongly represent the fic as it stands at the end of chapter 30.

Things We Lost In The Fire is, to me, Dream and Tommy watching the world around them go up in (metaphorical) flames. Tommy lit the match; Dream can only watch as everything turns to ash around them.

And before he can even process that loss, even Tommy is gone-- taken away, stolen in a split second.

He's left cataloguing everything that he lost in that blaze, Tommy included.

Tommy tries to methodically label and incinerate everything he wishes he could forget. He wants to be rid of all the memories and feelings he has; maybe, even if it was all ash, he wouldn't feel so empty.

Fire being how Tommy destroyed the claims was, funnily enough, a connection I made literally yesterday.

Of the two, "More Time" is stronger. I get emotional every time I hear it, just a lil bit, because I can so so so so SO perfectly picture a shot of the remaining characters as they stand when the fic ends.

Tommy and Innit are gone-- off to a place far, far away from everything they ever knew. Tomm'y's plea for more time is to have more days spent believing he would have everything he ever wanted. He longs to have more time with Tubbo, more time with his mentor before the betrayal, more time sure that the only choice he could possibly make would be to take his rightful place as an admin at Dream's side. He wants more time with a clear purpose, a goal to strive towards. All he has now is what's in his inventory, bitterness, and his wits.

Dream begs for more time to have everything back to how it should be. He wants his server whole again, yes, but most crucially he wants his protege back. He wants to have the quiet surety of Tommy's presence at his side; he wants to have the awe in Tommy's eyes again. He wants to go back to when everything was simple-- he wants to reach through time and shake his stupid, stupid past self, and make him see the light. He wants any light at all. Everything is so cold and dark-- everywhere he goes, it feels agonizingly empty. He wants more time with his happiness. He wants more time with Tommy's happiness, and trust, and warmth.

Sapnap wants more time to understand. He doesn't know what happened, where and when and why why why everything went wrong. It feels like yesterday that his best friends were at his side. It feels like yesterday that he had two boyfriends who he thought were both good people. It feels like yesterday that he and Tubbo would hang out and take some small, cold comfort in each other understanding the strange loss of their closest friends shutting them out and pulling away. He wants more time to somehow unlock the truth. He wants to know what he could have done to stop it all. He wants go back to when he believed he and his friends would be together forever. A time before Wilbur, or Tommy, or even before anyone else joined the server. Maybe if he could go back, he could stop everything from going wrong.

I can picture Dream sitting alone in the empty server (in his empty base, in the ruins of the paradise he thought he could build) and screaming out, begging the universe or the gods or ANYTHING to give him more time. It's an extremely vivid mental image that is likely to cause at least one person psychic damage! :)

The only other song that I REALLY strongly associate with this fic is, funnily enough, another Crane Wives song.

"Margaret" is the anthem of chapter 27. It's Tommy and Innit putting their determination to the test, and of them laying out their plans.

Margaret waits, and so do Tommy and Innit.

[silverselfshippingchaos]

hehe he's so handsome!

[seaglassdinosaur]

Ron said there was a sixty second window of suggestibility, yes?

That’s the exact amount of time it takes for Reagan to read the script and give her heartfelt emotional speech about how much she loves him.

Who’s to say that second part doesn’t stick with him same as the Martin Higgins identity?

[beaversatemygrandma]

Randomly coming across a Pink Floyd related post out in the wild has reminded me that I’ve been searching effortlessly for weeks for my Pink Floyd shirt. You know, that kind of exact one that’s EVERYWHERE, the dark side of the moon cover, and either gets you a response saying “NICE PRIDE SHIRT” or that approving nod from some 50yo man saying, “Hell yeah, good taste in music, kid.” Both responses are equally great.

I need to find it again. It looks good and I Will be stepping out of my car after just blasting both Time and Money maybe 4 seconds ago.

[zoologica42]

Temperate Lake Dashboard Simulator

🐦‍⬛2xcrested_cormorant Follow Going to try and eat this weird fish

♻️🐦‍⬛2xcrested_cormorant Follow wilmdlife hopital

🐸rana-bufo Follow No one can ever truly understand what BULL4rog's music means to me 😭 this song in particular argrgrgrgrgrg the way he puffs out his vocal sack asdfghjk

BULL4rog: listen here on spotify ♻️🐸rana-bufo Follow I think I huave chytrid

🐟ilikeeatingminnowsFollow I just migrated here from finstagram please be nice

🐠powerbottomfeeder Follow

I have HAD IT with this lake, it’s the third day in a row we’ve had nitrates above 8 ppm and uug the algae, my allergies I can’t do this

♻️🐟carpy-diem Follow

Lol we regularly get nitrates up to 20 ppm in my lake ♻️🦞crawdaddy Follow uhhh you shouldn't be bragging about that, it's really unsafe ♻️🐟carpy-diem Follow suck it you little oligotrophic bitch

🐢snappturt Follow Dear Tumblr, am I the Basshole for the way I catch minnows? I was chatting with some of the guys I bask with and they said the way I catch minnows is problematic; What I do is I sit on the bottom of the lake, I hide myself in the mud and I open my mouth. My tongue looks a lot like a little worm so I wiggle it around- and because of that, minnows swim over and check it out. Once they get close enough, then I bite down and eat them. Some of my rockmates have told me that this is manipulative and toxic behavior- but they also eat minnows...I don't know guys...

🦆tree hole-nester-acorn-eater Follow

is it just me, or is this super homoerotic???

🐟bigpikexxl Follow liveblogging diving down to the bottom

♻️🐟bigpikexxl Follow dark

♻️🐟bigpikexxl Follow big log

♻️🐟bigpikexxl Follow rock

♻️🐟bigpikexxl Follow kinda cold

♻️🐟bigpikexxl Follow oh hi @deepwatersculpin!!!

♻️🐠deepwatersculpin Follow oh hey @bigpikexxl!!!

never thought i'd seen one of my mutuals irl!!! I didn't even know we lived in the same lake!!!

🐠Shadlad Follow I'm not sorry, and I'm not afraid to say it, if you're an introduced species, go dry yourself out. You're not welcome to eat up all of our resources and live in my ancestral longs and rock crags. These things are for us to relate to and not for you to squander.

♻️🦞crevice-steve Follow

Can't believe this type of fishcourse is still popular on this site, introduced species didn't choose to be introduced and have as much of a right to live as anyone else. Bigotry against introduced species is still bigotry and that's a hill I will dry on. ♻️🐠Shadlad Follow Go ahead, dry yourself out then ;) ♻️🪷nootnootnewt Follow Hey man, I hate invasive species as much as anyone else but please stop telling people to beach themselves for political reasons- yeah that includes inavsives too ♻️🦐typical_scud Follow Did you legit just use the word Invas*ve to describe introduced species? ♻️🦢flatfootswimmer Follow anyone in this thread eat pondweed?

♻️🐟largemouthbASS Follow A colab with my mutual @2xcrested_cormorant after they got released from the wildlife hospital. They haven't been on much since the Fish and Wildlife Service released them in the wrong lake and it took them a while to get back to their colony. We hope this guide will help you avoid accidentally eating/engaging with bait!

[shrikebrother]

god i love blake roman's voice. his original songs are so good

[reinemichele]

I think I need to go to bed, I understand Less now . And, I've spent Years begging for more Thanatos/Lost references, & Revo showed up with a bat (literally)

[creative-hanyou-girl]

Just now convinced my mom to watch the Percy Jackson show with me by playing some songs from the musical and showing her the tv trailer. I got her now, boys!!!! I'd call this a win!!!!😈😈😈

We love watching Harry Potter together and I'm hoping Percy Jackson will be the next big thing we marathon together!

Even better is that my mom was asking who Percy's godly parent is and I refused to tell her. She knows nothing about Percy Jackson so I can't wait for her to find out all the stuff I already know.

[pansy-out-of-the-wardrobe]

Muswell Hillbillies is so good I want to gnaw my hand off