#but i think its time to be meself

[its-tortle]

everyone say goodbye to blonde luisa

[darlingsfandom]

can i request a dark older actor cillian where he works on set with younger actress who is new to the industry and cillian thinks shes like naive and pretty so he manipulates into being his

you got it friend ✨

TW: dark! Cillian, he’s a creep! P in V, unprotected sex!

It had been a long day, your body ached, eyes burned and brain turned to mush. This was your first big break at a real Hollywood movie! You were going beyond your limits to prove yourself (even though you had the part) because you had the feeling swallowing you whole that if you didn’t you’d be fired.

Your trailer has been your new home over the last four months so you made it cozy for you! You were laying on your back closing your eyes and listening to your white noise machine with your fan blowing high to get your self calmed down and it was working until someone decided to knock on the door. A sigh left your lips.

“Come in!” You yelled and the door swung open. Cillian had waltzed right in. You loved Cillian and playing his leading lady made your head spin!

“‘Ello dsrlin.” He sat down next to you before pulling you in closer. “Wanted ta check on ya. I know tis was a big scene for ya! Had ya show everyone your young body.” Today was a first for you since you had just filmed a nude scene and it did make you feel seen in an unwanted way. “Ya did amazin darlin!” Cillians fingers brushed up and down your arm as he leaned in to kiss the top of head, but it wasn’t just a kiss he had also sniffed your hair which made you furrow your eyebrow. It wasn’t the first time Cillian had sniffed your hair or rubbed your back or he’d happen to catch you when you tripped and his hands cupped your body just right .

“Thank you Cillian.” You squeaked when you felt his hand sneak its way down to your ass and give it a feel. His lips curved into a smile.

“Such a pretty young thing you are.” His lips brushed against your ear sending shivers over your body. You shrunk a little before he grabbed you by your chin and made you look him in the eyes. His baby blues suddenly seemed dark and it made your throat dry. “And all mine.” His grip tightened making you whimper. His free hand made its way back to your hair and tangled his fingers into it. You gave him pleading eyes which turned him on even more. Cillian had been obsessed with you since he met you at casting. It was because of him that you had the role. You OWED him! You just didn’t realize it.

“Give me a kiss doll.” He puckered his lips to you. You shook your head which landed a smack across your cheek. “I said! Give! ME A KISS!” He sputtered at you making your thighs clench which he did notice . He squeezed your cheeks hard to pucker your soft lips before pressing his into yours. It was a rough kiss which you couldn’t deny actually felt good .

“If yer gonna be a brat, gonna treat ya like one.” Cillian bit your bottom lip before yanking on your hai to make your head go back so he could suck on your neck. A small whimper escaped your lips which made Cillian suck harder on your collar bone while his free hand groped your tits. He squeezed them hard before shoving his hand under your shirt and playing with your nipples. He smiled against your lips for not wearing a bra and giving him easy access. Cillian pulled away from you with a smirk before he pulled you up to you feet.

“Get naked.. now!” His fingers snapped at you as he sat there rubbing his bulge through his pants. Your hands grabbed the bottom of your shirt and yanked it off before getting your pants off. “Panties gotta go to doll.” You pulled off your panties and stood there fully nude as he licked his lips.

“See! Such a pretty young body doll! Show me yer pussy.” Your jaw dropped at his words.

“I won’t repeat meself! Do it!” He barked at you. You leaned back on the edge of the couch and spread open your legs. Cillian watched in amazement at how easily you listened . He also loved how wet you looked. He leaned forward and dragged his finger through your folds before bringing it to his lips and looked into your eyes while cleaning his fingers. “Such a pretty pussy too!”

Cillian stood up in front of you and unzipped his pants. He dropped his boxers and your jaw dropped when he pulled out his fat cock. It was average length but the girth made you gulp. He stood over you and slowly rubbed his cock.

“Bet ya want me cock don’t ya ?”

“Yes Cillian!” You gave him doe eyes and that’s all it took. Cillian pulled you up before he sat down and pulled you onto his lap. He helped you steady yourself onto his cock. “Oh!!” Your mouth hung open as the girth of his cock stretched you open.

“Dats it doll, make yerself cock drunk!” His words struck your core making it easier for you to slide all the way down his cock until you felt his balls against your ass. “Good girl, ride me!”

You held onto his shoulders as you started bouncing up and down on his thick cock. Cillian watched how your pussy sucked his cock making him even more aroused. You were his personal porn star. “Fuck! Such a tight pussy gripping me cock! Fuck doll!” He gritted his teeth and tossed his head back as you bounced yourself dumb on his cock.

Cillian gripped your hips and took over. He fucked his cock hard up into you. You were crying from the pleasure building up inside. Your nails were digging into his arms as the sound of his balls slapping against you filled your ears and it was such an exciting sound to hear how your wetness squelched on his fat cock.

“Cillian! I need to cum! Please please!” You pleased as your eyes rolled back.

“Be good for me and cum on me cock! Be a good girl!” He grunted hard as his own orgasm was building. His moans were enough to send you over the edge and your orgasm hit hard.

“FUCK!” You cried out as your thighs shook hard, your mouth hung open and your pussy clenched his cock hard!

“I’m cumming doll!” Cillian held you tight on his cock as his large load of cum shot into your wet pussy and already started to seep down your legs.

“Cillian!” You yelped and tried to pull yourself off.

“No no! Stay still doll! Allow your body to take me cum!” He smiled at you as you gulped.

“Always going to take care of me pretty doll because you are mine!” Cillian held you in his arms as the two of you came down from your highs. This was more than you had accepted as your first role.

[sideprince]

Hello hello, love your blog and all the meta! Do you have any thoughts or saved meta on Snape’s accent? I don’t remember us seeing any indications in book-canon about him having an accent that stands out in any way, but I’d imagine that a poor boy growing up in the midlands (or in the north, as we thought before Spinner’s End was revealed to be in Cokeworth), to have a strong regional accent. Since this is an obvious class marker would he have tried to tone it down or hide it as he got older in Hogwarts? Thoughts?

Hello! Thank you, I'm always surprised anyone reads my posts so that's such a nice thing to hear! I've actually been thinking about Snape's accent lately so I love this ask and also get out of my head.

The books seem to show Snape speaking the Queen's English (ie. the dialect spoken primarily in the South of England and considered by some to be "proper" English, those people being dismissive of regional dialects in ways I personally don't agree with). This can be deduced more from seeing how the dialogue of characters like Dobby and Hagrid are written than anything else. Hagrid is written as speaking with a thick West Country accent, with a lot of "yeh" instead of "you" and "ter" instead of "to" etc. You also see similar clearly denoted regional dialects with characters like Mundungus Fletcher (whose accent is Cockney):

“Blimey,” said Mundungus weakly ___ “Keep your ’airnet on!” said Mundungus

-Order of the Phoenix, Ch. 2

“Well, you’re a bunch of bleedin’ ‘eroes, then, aren’t you, but I never pretended I was up for killing meself -”

-Deathly Hallows, Ch. 11

Because we see these characters with their pronunciations clearly written into their dialogue, we're meant to assume the other characters speak the Queen's English, as no specific dialect is otherwise indicated. McGonagall is Scottish but it's never mentioned that her accent might be as well, and her dialogue doesn't indicate it is either. In fact, if you do a quick search on potter-search.com for the word "Scottish" the only instance that comes up in any of the HP books - which are set in the Scottish Highlands with McGonagall as a prominent Scottish character - is at the end of Deathly Hallows when the dragon the trio break out of Gringotts deposits them in the middle of a Scottish loch. It’s the only time the word Scottish is used in the whole series. I think that says a lot about JK Rowling as the writer and what her own biases are when it comes to writing representatively of the places her story - and its characters - inhabit.

I don't think Rowling put that much thought into Snape's accent and where he's from. The underlying message is that the Queen's English is the "default" accent and peppering her books with regional dialect in the dialogue of folksy characters like Hagrid gives them a bit of color, or that giving someone like Mundungus a Cockney accent denotes his being an untrustworthy criminal (and it's not exactly a revelation that she has unchecked internalized biases that show through her writing). But I also think that she wrote Snape with Alan Rickman in mind and that made her vision of him a bit conflicting, ie. she wrote his backstory as growing up in a Midlands slum and yet he speaks like the RADA trained actor she envisioned him as in her mind.

That won't stop me from coming up with meta about Snape's accent, though! I've been thinking about it lately, actually, because I see a lot of posts that talk about how he must have lost his accent at school to fit in with the other Slytherins, since there are, historically, many pure-bloods and Sacred 28 families in that house and he would have had a hard enough time fitting in as it was. I've always thought these theories made sense but lately I've been wondering if there could be an alternate reading of Snape's accent.

We don't really know much about Snape's mother but I've thought about how she might have come from a reasonably well-off wizarding family, or at the very least from a higher class background than she ended up raising her son in. Although most Brits grow up speaking with the accent of their region, some do grow up speaking how they're taught to at home if it diverges from other locals. The example that comes to mind is how John Lennon always had a scouse accent having grown up middle class in Liverpool, while Paul McCartney - also from Liverpool - spoke the Queen's English because his mother insisted on teaching him to speak it at home, despite their family being working class, in order to give him a leg up through the classist confines of British social classes.

So my own meta has lately been to play with the idea that Snape always spoke with the accent we see his adult self speaking with, because his mother wanted him to have a chance to do better in life than what she was able to give him (again, given how classist British society is, and was especially back in the 60s). It may also explain why he had so few friends as a child: if he was raised to speak the Queen's English in a working class slum, the other children may have ostracized him for it and he may have inadvertently alienated them.

The idea that Snape has always spoken with the accent he has as an adult is partly supported by the conversations we see between Snape and Lily as children, where Snape's accent isn't written in the regional dialects we see other characters having. There are a few minor moments where young Snape seems to have a Northern lilt, but it comes off more as something that slips into his speech than characterizes it, when compared to Mundungus or Hagrid (emphases mine):

‘We’re all right. We haven’t got wands yet. They let you off when you’re a kid and you can’t help it. But once you’re eleven,’ he nodded importantly, ‘and they start training you, then you’ve got to go careful.’ ______ ‘They wouldn’t give you to the Dementors for that! Dementors are for people who do really bad stuff. They guard the wizard prison, Azkaban. You’re not going to end up in Azkaban, you’re too -‘ He turned red again and shredded more leaves. Then a small rustling noise behind Harry made him turn: Petunia, hiding behind a tree, had lost her footing. ‘Tuney!’ said Lily, surprise and welcome in her voice, but Snape had jumped to his feet. ‘Who’s spying now?’ he shouted. ‘What d’you want?’

-Deathly Hallows, Ch. 33

There's a bit of Northern in how he says "you've got to go careful" and shortens "do you" into "d'you" but overall his speech is fairly standard Queen's English. It sounds more like a kid trying to sound cool, the way the Weasley twins and even Ron often do (Ron saying "geroff" to his mum, the twins shouting "oy" to each other or saying "blimey" even though they all grew up in Devon and their speech is generally also written following standard Queen's English).

Young Snape's accent may also have been something that caught Lily's attention or just put her at ease - seeing this skinny, twitchy kid wearing odd looking clothes and looking uncared for and poor but hearing him speak with a more familiar accent and vocabulary would have made it easier for her to connect with him. We see from Petunia's dialogue as an adult that she speaks the Queen's English, so we can assume the two girls grew up speaking it at home. There aren't really any colloquialisms in her speech, and what little (and it's really so, so little) we see of Lily seems to show the same.

Some people claim that Snape’s Northern accent comes out when he's triggered, but I can't find examples of it. At his most triggered in the Shrieking Shack in PoA, he still speaks as he always does:

'SILENCE! I WILL NOT BE SPOKEN TO LIKE THAT!’ Snape shrieked, looking madder than ever. ‘Like father, like son, Potter! I have just saved your neck, you should be thanking me on bended knee! You would have been well served if he’d killed you! You’d have died like your father, too arrogant to believe you might be mistaken in Black - now get out of the way, or I will make you. GET OUT OF THE WAY, POTTER!'

-Prisoner of Azkaban, Ch. 19

Even in HBP when he's fleeing and Harry triggers him, his speech is consistent with hiw it’s written through the rest of the series:

'No, Potter!’ screamed Snape. There was a loud BANG and Harry was soaring backwards, hitting the ground hard again, and this time his wand flew out of his hand. He could hear Hagrid yelling and Fang howling as Snape closed in and looked down on him where he lay, wandless and defenceless as Dumbledore had been. Snape’s pale face, illuminated by the flaming cabin, was suffused with hatred just as it had been before he had cursed Dumbledore. ‘You dare use my own spells against me, Potter? It was I who invented them - I, the Half-Blood Prince! And you’d turn my inventions on me, like your filthy father, would you? I don’t think so … no!’ Harry had dived for his wand; Snape shot a hex at it and it flew feet away into the darkness and out of sight. ‘Kill me, then,’ panted Harry, who felt no fear at all, but only rage and contempt. ‘Kill me like you killed him, you coward -‘ ‘DON’T -‘ screamed Snape, and his face was suddenly demented, inhuman, as though he was in as much pain as the yelping, howling dog stuck in the burning house behind them, ‘- CALL ME COWARD!'

-Half-Blood Prince, Ch. 28

There isn't really much in these moments to suggest a Northern accent coming out. So in a radical departure from the fandom, I've been mulling over the meta that Snape always had the accent we see him with. It's not as unlikely as people think, and certainly not impossible.

[hopefulromances]

Long Time Coming I Chapter 14 I Left My Heart in Amsterdam

Summary: Being hired as the first female assistant coach in the league was a challenge of it itself. Being a football prodigy and University Football Legend was easy enough. Coaching Jamie Tartt was a challenge all on its own.

Chapter Summary: The team goes to Amsterdam

Word Count: 3.4k

Warning: Angst! But not a lot. But def some!

A/N: Thought about gatekeeping this one but I didn't want to. Lmk what you think!

Prologue One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve 13

I’d been thinking about Jamie’s request non-stop since he’d asked me. He hadn’t brought it up again, but I could tell he was thinking about it. It wasn’t a bad idea entirely and I knew it had to happen at some point, but I truly didn’t want to let the world know that side of Jamie. The side he only showed me. Like the side that distracted me while I was packing to go to Amsterdam.

            “Jamieee,” I whined as he held onto my waist and kissed my neck. “I have to finish this.”

            “Finish it later,” he murmured against my neck. He his hands had long since made their way under my shirt, knowing how sensitive the skin on my lower stomach was. “I’ve missed you.”

Since his training with Roy, we hadn’t been able to spend as much time together and Jamie was needy. Not necessarily for sexual attention but just attention from me. Not that I was one to deny attention to Jamie. I set another shirt in my bag and zipped it closed. I let myself lean my neck to the side, freeing up more room for Jamie to kiss.

            “There we go, baby,” He growled, pulling me down onto the bed. “Let me just kiss you.” I felt goosebumps rise all over my skin at his words. He really had a way of making me into puddy in his hands. He kissed up my neck to my jaw. “Just think, after we win in Amsterdam, I could come over to the sidelines and kiss you just like this.” I stilled in his grasp, and he noticed. “Babe, you alright?”

I wiggled out of his arms and stood back up, wiping my hands on my pants. “Yeah, fine.”

            “Is this about what I said the other day?” Jamie moaned, propping himself up on his elbows.

            “No, no it’s not.”

            “Well, it kinda seems like it is.”

            “Jamie, don’t be stupid.” I regretted the words as soon as they came out of my mouth. I saw the teasing his eyes fade, and he let himself fall back into the bed. “I just… I’m sorry.” I sat down on the bed. “I want to tell people, I really do… I just… I’m scared.”

Jamie sat up and moved to sit next to me. “I get it… well, no I don’t but I don’t want you to be scared about anything in our relationship.”

I looked over at him, the ghost of a smile coming over my face. “Since when did you get so wise.”

            “I’ve always been wise, you just haven’t been paying attention,” he said, wrapping his arms around me again. “Tell me why you’re afraid.”

I played with his hoodie strings, leaning my head back onto his shoulder. “I just don’t want people to look at me differently. Look at us differently.”

            “Why would they do that?” Jamie asked.

            “Well, because I’m me and… you’re you and… we just don’t normally click, I suppose. And maybe people will judge me or you because of me,” I told him, tugging at the hoodie.

Jamie grumbled something under his breath before sliding his hoodie off and tugging it over my head.

            “Does it matter?” He checked as he helped me poke my head through the top of the hoodie.

            “Yeah… I mean… a bit a guess,” I wrapped my arms around myself. “Can’t we just stay hidden forever.”

Jamie didn’t answer. He just chewed his cheek as I stared at him. “But we can’t actually, right? Like you’ll want to eventually?”

            “I mean... yeah, I suppose so,” I answered.

            “And I know… that I really made a bad reputation for meself but I’m workin’ on bein’ better, you know that right?” Jamie looked at his hands as he talked to me.

I realized suddenly that he thought I was ashamed of him. Of being with him. It made my heart sink to think of him being insecure about his place in our relationship. As if he wasn’t the fittest person in the league. As if he wasn’t the most desired person in the whole of the UK.

            “Jamie, no, no, that’s not at all what I mean.” I turned so I could take his face in my hands. “You have nothing you need to do. It’s not you, I promise.”

He gave me a half-hearted smile, sucking his lip into his mouth. “I should probably go.”

            “Oh… okay,” I responded.

            “But I’ll see you tomorrow? On the bus, yeah?” He slid off the bed and headed towards the door. I nodded my head, feeling the situation falling out of my grasp.

            “Yeah… I’ll see you,” I called after him. He turned in the doorway, looking back at me on the bed, still in his hoodie. I tried to read his expression but found myself failing. He nodded at me, hitting the doorframe and then leaving.

I squeezed my eyes shut, hitting myself on the head. “Fuck, you idiot.”

I fell back onto the bed, shoving the butt of my hands into my eyes. Why couldn’t I let good things happen to me. Jamie was perfect. Perfect for me. But I seemed determined to drive him away. Why couldn’t I just get over myself and shout to the world that I loved Jamie Tartt and that Jamie Tartt loved me. Maybe there was some part of me, however small, that didn’t believe that he loved me. I mean how could he?

The game in Amsterdam was a mess. We lost 5-0 in a friendly. A fucking friendly. It didn’t help that Jamie wasn’t even acknowledging me. When I arrived on the bus the day before, he didn’t even look at me when I walked past him. It felt cold and I hated it. I was really in my feels as we loaded the bus after the game, everyone feeling low. I sat in the back of the bus, staring at out the window.

            “Hey, fellas,” Ted got everyone’s attention at the front of the bus. “I’m about to say three words no coach ever says unless he dang well means it.”

            “You’re all shit,” Colin offered.

            “No.”

            “Knowledge is power?” Sam tried.

            “True! But no.”

            “Live, laugh, love?” Bumbercatch guessed.

            “Eh! No,” Ted shut down. “The correct answer is ‘no curfew tonight’.” I sat up straighter at that. It seemed to get everyone else’s attention as well as the whole bus seemed to buzz. “That’s right. I don’t wanna see your pretty faces until we get back on this bus at what time, Coach?”

            “10:00am, baby!” Beard called out.

            “You heard the man. 10:00am.”

My mind was racing. No curfew. Maybe Jamie and I could talk, go on a proper date, figure out the hump we were going through right now. Maybe we could come out strong than be-

            “NOT FOR YOU, TARTT!” Roy shouted from behind me making me jump.

I looked back at Roy, silently killing him with my mind. Jamie seemed just as disappointed as me.

            “Eh?” Jamie cried from his seat in front of me.

Roy got up and approached Jamie. “Let’s go.”

            “You serious?” Jamie frowned, his lips pouting.

            “You’re not on fucking holiday from training,” Roy barked, unmoving.

            “What about my stuff?” Jamie protested, holding up his bag.

Roy ripped it from his hand and threw it at Will. “Throw this away, please. Let’s go!”

And all I could do was watch helplessly as Jamie got up and made his way off the bus. Just before he got off the bus, he met my eyes. I plead with him in my mind, begging him not to go. To wait. But he just sends me an emotionless smirk before disappearing off the bus.

I was on my own. Rebecca had gone off on a solo adventure, Keely was off with her boss turned girlfriend, and Jamie was… running around Amsterdam with an angry coach. I could join the boys and go on whatever adventure they were planning but when I walked downstairs, they seemed wrapped up in some stupid argument about what to do. Knowing them, they’d never end up leaving the hotel the whole night.

On my way out I asked the concierge for his recommendations on what to do in Amsterdam. He of course laughed at me and handed me brochure. It was packed full of music and museums, boat tours, all of which sounded lovely and I found a small art museum to make my way to.

Navigating Amsterdam, however, proved much harder than expected. Even harder when the only thing on my mind was Jamie fucking Tartt. Thinking about what he was doing in this exact moment. Where was Roy taking him? What were they doing? What was he thinking? Were we. Really heading towards the end? I missed him.

I came to the stop on a bridge and loked over the river. The sun was creating a river of sparkles as people greeted their loved ones after a long day. Women kissing on the sidewalk, a boy wrapping his arm around his girlfriend for the first time. The love the light shared as the sun created a purple haze throughout the town.

This is what Jamie wanted. He wasn’t thinking about the pulic or the press. He was thinking about just being able to be with me all of the time. Not that I didn’t crave being with him all the time. I thought back to our first interactions when he was suck a dick to me. I would never have guessed him becoming the object of my attraction and the sole proprietor of my thoughts.

There was a lot going on as of recently. The league had really put us through the ringer this season. From Zava coming and going to playing against West Ham in that crazy match, being put up against Matt again. It was bringing up a lot of bad memories and feelings which of course didn’t help my situation with Jamie. Jamie was nothing like Matt, nothing. But there was something else lingering in the back of my mind during all of this.

If I closed my eyes, I could feel it, hear it, see it. The crowd calling my name, the turf under my cleats, the opposing team running towards me. Playing football. Why had that popped back up in my mind. That was a dream I’d given up a long time ago. But had I really given it up? Or was it just put aside. If I had the opportunity to do it again, would I? I wasn’t sure.

What I was sure of was the fact that, no matter what, Jamie would support me. He’d encourage me, even, to go back to playing football. But where would I go? No professional team would sign me now, years after my prime. There was nowhere I could go. If only Jamie was here.

I didn’t know when I’d started walking again but when I came out of my thoughts, it was dark and I was in some back ally of Amsterdam. I looked around now, looking for any familiarity in where I was.

            “Oh, fuck me,” I cursed, under my breath.

            “You look lost, dear.” An elderly woman sat across from an older man called over to me.

The couple smiled at me, welcoming me into their presence. I sent her a grateful look and pulled out my pamphlet.

            “Yeah, I think I’ve lost my way, actually,” I say coming over to show her where I was trying to go.

            “Oh, that’s not what I meant,” she held up her hand to stop me showing her the pamphlet. I furrowed my eyebrows. “I mean you look lost in here.” She pointed towards my chest. My mouth opened slightly as I realized what she meant. Was she a witch? “You’re hiding from someone.”

…

Jamie didn’t expect to be riding bikes with Roy Kent at 2 o’clock in the morning in search of a windmill but here he was. Riding along in silence with Roy Kent on the way to find a fucking windmill. Nor did he expect to open up to Roy about his father and his past with Amsterdam. But he had. He’d told him all of it. Stuff he hadn’t thought about in years.

He was enjoying the silence but at the same time, there was still that nagging feeling he was having in the back of my mind. (Y/N) was somewhere in the city doing who knows what with who knows who. He hated the way that he’d left things between the two of you but he was just so confused. What had he done wrong?

She’d assured him that as the season got started that they’d go public. But here we were, middle of the season, and things hadn’t changed.

            “Roy… can I ask you something about (Y/N)?” he mustered the question out. Roy let out a long, deep, guttural groan. “What are you doin’? Are you finally dyin’”

            “You can ask me but who knows if I’ll answer,” He responded once he was done. “The less I know about your secret relationship the better.”

Jamie scoffed, squeezing his hands on the handles of his bike. “She wants to keep us a secret still but I… I don’t know why.”

Roy was silent for a second. “If there’s one thing, we both know about (Y/N) (L/), is that she’s not as brave as she looks.” It was a simple statement, but Jamie seemed to understand.

            “I just… I think I really love her, and I want to be able to tell people,” Jamie said, sincerely.

            “Did you tell her that?” Roy questioned.

            “That I want to tell people?” Jamie asked.

            “No, that you fucking love her!” Roy grunted, rolling his eyes. “Like really told her. Cause if you don’t, you might lose her.”

Roy seemed sentimental in that aspect. Jamie wasn’t sure of everything that lead to his breakup with Keeley, but he knew that this night was in part due to that relationship. Jamie thought back to the bedroom the other night. He hadn’t even side ‘I love you’ as he left. After everything they’d been through together, he needed her to know just how much she meant to him.

…

I didn’t expect to be sitting outside a café with two strange elderly Dutch people recounting my entire relationship with Jamie like it was some fanfiction someone wrote but here I was.

            “And the last time we spent time together… he brought it up again and I just… I can’t do it. I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” I finished.

            “Heavens! What a story the two of you have,” The woman, Maud, exclaimed. “Why Lukas and I met at a bar and had sex that very night.”

            “Wow, you’re very open.”

            “Yes, Maud had a great pair of breasts, she still does,” Lukas commented, nodding along.

            “But we’re not here to talk about us,” Maud waved him off, turning back to me. “When you think of this boy… what a was it? Jamie?”

            “Yeah?”

            “When you think of Jamie… what do you think of?” She asked me.

I took a moment and closed my eyes. There he was, shining on the field playing the game we both loved so much.

            “I think of… football,” I stated, keeping my eyes closed.

I thought of the first time we met, when he barely looked at me. I thought of the night with the ghosts, where he was so happy with us.

            “I think of boots, and the smell of smoke. Not like cigarette smoke, like oaky smoke.”

I thought of the feeling I felt when I found out Jamie had been sent away. The mixture of disappointment and something else… loss. I thought of then learning he would be returning. The mixture of anger and resentment I held towards him mixed with the hopefulness of returning to that night. I thought of us becoming friends. The ticket he’d shown me.

            “I think of history and anger but also… an understanding.”

I thought of the realization that I liked him. His cocky smile and arrogant behavior on the pitch that turned me on waaay too much. But somehow, he managed to back up his cocky attitude every single time. I thought of the funeral and hearing his confession to Keeley. The pit of despair it sent me down when I thought he didn’t like me.

            “I think of friendship and heat, something he makes me feel like no one else can.”

But what I think of the most is the kiss on the field after being promoted. The electricity, the lightening, the passion that had somehow sustained itself through the months of the off season. The idea that I kept waiting for the other shoe to drop, but it never did.

            “I think of… electricity, and love and I think of… home.” I finally opened my eyes, realizing how watery they were. “I think of home.”

The couple exchanged a glance. “If this is your home, the person who makes you think all these things, then why are you afraid to show people?”

I wiped a tear that rolled down my face before I answered. “Because what if things change? Or what if I lose him? I’m just so afraid of what people will say.”

Maud took my head, squeezing it comfortingly. “That’s the thing about love. It’s really scary. But the good thing about it is that you face the scary part with the person you love.”

            “People are going to say what they say, no matter what,” Lukas chimed in. “But who cares what they say, as long as you are happy and in love!”

I bit my lip, my mind racing. I thought through all of the things that had been scaring me recently. Matt, the team, losing, Zava, Jamie. All of it terrified me beyond reason. But I suppose that was a good thing. I had so much to lose. A family, a home, people who counted on me like I counted on them. Is there anywhere better you could be in life. And Jamie. Sweet Jamie. I couldn’t lose him.

I looked at the couple again. “Thank you. Thank you both so much.” I scooted back from the table needing to get back to the hotel at once so I could wait for Jamie. “You’ve been a great help!”

I stared to run off but quickly back pedaled. “I’m sorry but can you actually tell me where I am?”

…

Jamie never returned to the hotel that night. I ended up boarding the bus with Ted before everyone else arrived. He seemed deep in thought in whatever he was scribbling in his notebook. I kept trying to look but he assured me whatever it was would come to fruition soon enough.

Eventually the boys started trickling back onto the bus as well. They all looked happy and well rested. Something to do with a pillow fight I’d apparently missed. That I would get them back on. But soon everyone was on the bus except for Roy and Jamie. I couldn’t help but feel worried. What if something had happened? What if they were lying in a ditch somewhere? What if…

Just as I was spiraling, Jamie and Roy came rolling around the corner on a shared bike. Not a tandem bike. Roy was clutching on to Jamie’s waist as they shared a single bike. Everyone cheered when they saw them, and I could help the laugh that escaped my lips. It was just so comical to see.

            “You lovely people!” Jamie shouted, ringing the bell loudly.

Roy huffed and jumped off the bike, trekking onto the bus. “Don’t fucking ask.”

            “We saw a windmill!” Jamie exclaimed excitedly as he ran up the steps.

When I saw him, my body moved without me really telling it to. I got up out of my seat and started down the narrow aisle towards him. He was celebrating with the lads, giving out high fives, when I met him in the middle. We stared at each other for a second before both of us spoke at the same time.

            “I love you.”

No one else seemed to hear the hushed words but us. I let out a breath and smiled at him.

            “Jamie?”

            “Yeah?”

            “Kiss me.”

He looked taken aback, looking around at the crowded bus. “Right now?”

            “Yes.”

He smiled, reaching up to take my face in his hands. “Are you sure?”

I nodded, looking between his beautiful, stormy gray eyes. “Absolutely.”

And that was all he needed to pull me into him and slam his lips against mine. That was something the team definitely noticed. Another round of cheering, whistles, and wolf calls came from the team around us as hands slapped me and Jamie on the shoulder.

He laughed loudly, pulling me into his chest as he smiled at his team. I smiled too, looking around at the bus. At my family. At my home. There was still a lot of football left to play but right now, leaving Amsterdam, I was sure we could face it together.

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[paper-starz]

May I offer you a shitpost in these trying times?

ITSSS THE MEMEMEMMEMEMEMEMEEEEEEE (I think I referenced this meself!!)

WEHEHEHEHEHEHE ITS SOOOO COOOL!!!!

Franks gone too deep. TOO DEEP!!!

I can imagine the conversation happening like this:

Frank: Eddie I swear IM ONTO SOMETHING. Wally dressed up as a demon in the Halloween picture and god knows that something culty is happening in this neighborhood--

Eddie: Frank, no.

Frank: SO WHAT IF WALLY IS THE DEVIL HIMSELF????

Eddie: Frank, that's... No. No, Frank. He ain't.

Frank: ....You're right.

Frank: HOME IS. THE WEIRD FREAKY POWERS? THE WAY HE WATCHES US ALL THE TIME??? IT MAKES PERFECT SENSE!!! PERHAPS IN ORDER TO GET OUT WE NEED TO SACRIFICE SOMEONE. I VOTE BARNABY!!!

Eddie: Frank, please.

[blueshistorysims]

April 1934, Perthshire, Scotland

Byron called Montgomery’s mother Janet after Miranda had come up to him on a March morning, crying over her father who was having a breakdown of his own. He knew Montgomery had made an effort to ensure that his daughter never saw that side of him, but now… it worried Byron. Janet had welcomed the Walshes with open arms, more than happy to host them and see her son and granddaughter. 

“I think this visit will be good for Montgomery. It’s the first time he’s left Walshstone Park in years. Perhaps it will revitalize him, and he’ll look for work again, either in Henford or elsewhere.”

Byron frowned. “I do not think so. I suspect he is planning something, but I fear the worst.” He looked at his wife. “When our lawyer came two weeks ago, he had his will updated and sealed. …I think he is planning his death, Eleora.”

“Byron, you shouldn’t think like that.”

“I’ve known him nearly twenty-one years, darling. He is a shell of the man I first met in 1913.”

Eleora did not answer.

The next evening, Byron accompanied Montgomery on a walk. It was still light out, but the hills now hid the setting sun.  It reminded him of the quietness that Henford had in the early evenings.

“I can scarcely imagine what it was like to live somewhere like this and then move to a big city like Edinburgh.”

Montgomery nodded. “Aye, ‘twas a big shock to a wee country lad like meself, but ya get used to it.” He swallowed. “How’s Eleora’s family? I heard Mr. Balass is pullin’ out of Germany.”

“He is. Now that the Nazis are in power, they decided to pull any business out of the country. It was already bad after the Crash but since the elections in 1932… I worry—especially since our government doesn’t seem to care. I’d give anything to call Chamberlain a cunt to his face. Albert, Eleora’s brother, was nearly detained trying to cross the French border a month ago. It breaks my heart really. Germany seemed to be finally standing on its two legs before the Crash. With Mussolini in Italy, Hitler in Germany, and Stalin in the Soviet Union… one can only wonder what will happen.”

“Same shite from twenty years ago.”

“No, I don’t think it will go that far. We destroyed Europe in the War. To end all wars, yes? I don’t even think there is a word in English to describe such blatant stupidity if we are truly headed in that direction.”

“Byron,” Montgomery began, “I… I wanna thank ya and Eleora for takin’ Miranda in. I canna tell ya how much it means to me.”

“Of course, we’re her godparents. …We didn’t take her in, she’s merely living with us and her father.”

“I’m a shite fuckin’ father. Sometimes… she looks so much like her ma I canna even look at me own fuckin’ lass,” he confessed, his voice breaking. “God, I miss her. Edeline too.” He turned away, staring into the ground. “I’m tired, Byron. I want to be with them again. I wish it very much.”

Byron frowned, worried. “What do you mean by that?”

Montgomery turned to face him. “I love ya.”

“I… love you too. You’re my closest friend.”

“Not like that. Ya ken it’s not like that.”

“I know,” Byron whispered, feeling his throat clog up. “I’m sorry I can’t love you that way. I wish I could. I’ve only ever seen our friendship as platonic.”

The Scotsman only smiled sadly. “I ken. It’s alright. I’ve made me peace with it. Only wanted to tell ya.”

“You can always talk to me. I’m here for you. Please talk to me. What happened in March? Miranda was terrified.”

Montgomery shook his head. “Not this time, Walsh. …I promised Miranda I’d read her The Tale of Peter Rabbit before bed. She finds it funny that the farmer’s name is McGregor. Good night, Byron,” he said gently before kissing him on his forehead. 

As Montgomery walked back to his mother’s house, Byron had a sickening feeling that he would not see the doctor in the morning. “Good night, Montgomery,” he whispered, tears pooling in his eyes.

[jungle-angel]

Classroom Chaos (Calvin Evans x Reader)

Summary: Calvin decides to have a little bit of fun with his students the day before Christmas break

Tagging: @floydsmuse

Warnings: Mentions of pregnancy, birth etc.

The last class of the morning and Calvin could hardly wait for the already short day to be over so he could get home to you and Ellen. Finals had all been graded, all last minute paperwork filed away for the new year and experiments completed so that the lab could be cleaned.

"Alright guys," Calvin said to his students. "Everything's done and there's nothing else to do. Shall we play a quiz game in that case?"

"YES PLEASE!!!!!" The students shouted excitedly.

"Alright up on those counters!" Calvin told them.

All of the students excitedly sat cross legged on the lab counters while Calvin prepared the questions.

"Alright hotshots, pop quiz," Calvin said. "Can you set fire to a diamond? True or False?"

"TRUE!"

"Why's it true? David?"

"Because it's a carbon based element," David answered.

"Good sir, you have just earned yourself a Mounds bar!" Calvin said, pulling a candy bar out of his desk drawer.

"Oooh my favorite, gimme!!" David chirped, catching the candy bar that Calvin had chucked at him.

"Question number two!" Calvin announced. "Can dissolving salt molecules in water make its atoms ionize?"

"No!" one student declared.

"Tell me why Cindy."

"Because the ionization process starts before they even touch water."

"OOOOH MY DEAR LORD!" Calvin proudly declared. "Young lady, here's a Baby Ruth for your troubles."

Cindy happily caught the Baby Ruth bar as though it were a baseball, carefully sticking it in her bag for later.

"Alright guys let's jump to the periodic table for a bit," Calvin said. Abbreviation for Tungsten?"

"W!" shouted a student in the back before Calvin tossed him a Milky Way.

"Anybody know NI?" Calvin asked.

"Nickel!" answered another.

Once again Calvin tossed the student a Reese's Peanut Butter Cup and another a few pieces of chocolate-peanut butter fudge that his mother had made for the family Christmas party which was just around the corner.

"Alright, the letter Y is abbreviation for what?" Calvin asked.

"Yer mother!" came a laughing voice from the doorway.

Calvin jumped a little but his students burst out laughing and so didn't he when he saw Father McDowell laughing in the doorway with Six-Thirty next to him.

"Sneakin in on us Padre?" Calvin chuckled.

"Heard the chaos in the halls and thought I'd get meself in on the action," the priest laughed. "That and I believe this little bugger to you."

He let go of Six-Thirty's leash before he trotted over to Calvin but before anymore questions could be asked, the hour had come for dismissal. Calvin gathered up Six-Thirty and headed out with Father McDowell to drop him off at the church rectory down the street from where you and Calvin lived.

"Still need a ride to the airport on Wednesday?" Calvin asked him.

"Nah," Father McDowell told him. "Me oldest came out from Ann Arbor the other day with the wife and kids and he offered to run Helen and I wherever we need to go."

"Does she need anything?" Calvin asked. "Helen?"

"Eh, just the bedrest," Father McDowell told him. "As long as neither of us are out in this dratted snowstorm that's comin, I think we'll be just fine."

Six-Thirty snorted as though he had understood the priest's dilema perfectly.

"I'd agree with ye too me furry friend," he chuckled. "I be thinkin a trip to St. Lucia might be in order for the both of us."

"Can you take (y/n) and I with you?" Calvin asked cheekily.

"Don't tempt me ye little gobshite," Father McDowell told him jokingly. "Yer supposed to be at home takin care o' her and the baby last I heard."

"Really? Who told you?" Calvin chuckled.

"Yer damn mother! That's who!" Father McDowell laughed. "Don't think I didn't hear it from her after Sunday Mass, she told me ever'thin."

Calvin laughed the whole time they were driving home and even a little after he had dropped Father McDowell off in front of the rectory. He couldn't help it either when he unloaded Six-Thirty from the back and let him into the house, only quieting down when he walked in to hear the soft sound of the Christmas records playing on the stereo and the crackling of the warm fire in the living room.

He leaned over the back of the couch where you had been sitting, rocking Baby Ellen in her little wood cradle. Six Thirty cautiously peered in, resting his head on the edge as he gazed at the tiny little human within.

"You're home early," you said.

"Better early than late," Calvin said, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your lips. "How is she?"

"Tired," you answered. "I just fed her two minutes ago so she'll be out until well after dinner."

Calvin came around and seated himself next to you as Ellen began to stir, placing his large but gentle hand on her little belly to calm her down. It wasn't long before she went back to sleep and before you two had snuggled into each other, relieved that now you could have five weeks all to yourselves.

[maybemoonout]

if you were to put together a milex starter pack, what would be the top moments you’d include?? love your blog btw! 💗

Hi there anon! I'm so sorry it took me so long to answer this, there's just a lot going on right now for me so I only really found the time to answer this now! I hope you don't mind and still see this T_T

A starter pack sounds like such a fun idea! I want this to be sort of a bite sized post that allows new people from the fandom to find a little bit of everything they need to know. I think that's a good idea, so I decided with that!

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To get started, I wanted to link this post by @i-m-a-leaf-on-the-wind who made an AMAZING full blown post proving milex and it's wonderfully detailed and full of interview moments that start from the true beginning. A GREAT read if you need something to get you started!!

Some of my favorite moments that I got from that post are:

— Alex Turner on ‘Hot Press’ (x)

— Miles Kane, Les Inrocks Magazine 2016 (x)

And many many more from that post, it's also a great place to collect gifs since it has a lot, just remember to credit @i-m-a-leaf-on-the-wind !!

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Another GREAT post to read about their relationship is this post by @paperlovesadness that discusses Miles and Alex's relationship as the definition of Twin Flames. It's INCREDIBLY detailed and has sources for all the interviews mentioned. It's honestly such an interesting study, the definition of twin flames, even outside Milex, so please do give it a read!!

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More great reads for this fandom are song analyses! You can find tons just by searching, but personally I have read all the song analyses of @yellowloid and @paperlovesadness, and I love them A LOT. I also have a few of my own, just check out my #ask !!

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@puppetsspace started a Milex Timeline of events but it only ever made it to 2007, I don't know if anyone else made a bigger timeline but this is still a great blog to check out for the early timelines! My favorite one there has to be this post where Miles sees Alex for the first time and he looks in awe. Very sweet!

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@yummilexhub created a full blown collection of the entire EYTCTE Tour!! A great place to get sources and clips!! please check it out here!

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Now for some more fun stuff, if I had to choose my favorite moments it would be really... difficult. I have A LOT in mind and I honestly can't pick just a few so I'll try limiting it as much as I can.

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1. The Iconic Øyafestivalen 2016 hug

Need I say more? Miles HIMSELF posted this moment, so it's not surprising everyone loves it, including meself.

2. The Iconic Coachella Kiss

This is honestly my favorite for 2 reasons:

[edited] I was unfortunately a slave to the internet but I originally said here that they were really banned but really its just a rumour!! I hears the guy handling coachella really wasn't happy with the whole thing thoigh, still funny lmfao

It was the one of the few moments that were the closest to a kiss, there are a few others but this one is the most popular and most iconic because again of said reason in #1.

3. Sharing Clothes

This ones not really a moment but a collection of moments. I find it EXTREMELY FUNNY that whenever people do those "boyfriend style" things on Alex, you see the regular array of ex girlfriends or current girlfriend, and out of nowhere, it's just Miles HAHAHAHHA. LIKE IT'S FUNNY AS HELL. I find it kinda sweet that Miles is somehow the... consistent out of all of the styles, like no matter the era of Alex there's gonna be a moment where he shares clothes with Miles, compared to the others who obviously only ever share with him in one period. I guess that's the perks of being the best friend?

Some examples:

Striped Shirt

Leather Jacket

Fred Perry Cardigan

4. The Albums being called "their baby"

This one is a little more of a stretch because I've only ever seen it one time. In this interview Alex says "for the past 8 years we've considered...trying for another baby" then they both start laughing hysterically. It's funny and cute :)) If anyone ever sees a different moment where Alex and Miles call the albums their babies, please do let me know!

5. I Want You (She's So Heavy)

These gifs explain themselves I think

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I honestly can't think of more on top of my head right now, if anyone wants to add more please do! I'll definitely add more later but for now, this is my starter pack!

I hope this is a good little collection of stuff for you guys to see a little bit of everything!

[delafiseaseses]

I wasn't human 'til I became an it.

Well, literally speakin' I was, of course. I simply day feel very human, I'd felt some beauty for meself after I'd realised the whole 'I'm non-binary' thing, the beauty of the form I took, the realisations of why I steered meself certain ways on a subconscious level.

But, the it/its pronoun. When I took it (so t' speak, hahahaa), the euphoria of the first act of respect for it I got. Even now I can feel a certain giddiness jus' thinkin' about it. My heart warms at the memory.

Different people wi' different needs'll find 'emselves endin' up at the same place f'different purposes. There's a brilliance t' that, an awe-inspirin' brightness.

An it/its user who finds itself there f'dehumanisation is brilliant. An it/its user who finds itself there feelin' its humanity properly f'the first time is brilliant. An it/its user who uses it because it jus' discovers that it feels nice or right is brilliant for it. And any other reasons one may be an it/its user, all brilliant, it says. Absolutely brilliant.

It's all brilliant, it thinks. If that 'un ay been 'ammered 'ome jus' yet. It, Delafiseaseses (or t' use its name Stone) jus' wanted t' make that clear once again. Enjoy the feelin' a little... ah, marvellous.

(switchin' back t' first-person) I s'pose this is a positivity post, I'm always positive about this particular aspect of meself, I am.

Love it, absolutely love it (an' all the opportunities f'bad incidental puns around it is also a positive f'me, hahahaa).

[fbfh]

OMGGGGG YOUR FRANCIS HCS MADE ME REWATCH MALCOLM JN THE MIDDLE 😭😭😭😭 pls tell me you’re writing for him more 🙏🙏🙏

HONESTLY ITS MAKING ME WANNA REWATCH IT TOO 😭 Abso-fucking-lutely yes I will!!!!!! Send me asks about your Francis thoughts bc I have a few meself.

You know what would be an absolute hot mess disaster???? Okay we know Francis has a big fat obsessive crush on you, but the only thing worse would be if his brothers started to get crushes on you too. Like you're so nice and sweet and have such a charging soothing energy its impossible not to fall in love with you so no one can be too surprised. The problem is having one Wilkerson boy in love with you is already a handful, especially if its Francis. But all four of them????? Jesus fucking christ brace yourself.

Dewey is the first one to get a little puppy crush on you. You didn't make fun of him when he couldn't remember his times tables, you didn't even make him feel bad. You just said "it's okay, I had trouble with this too when I was your age. It gets easier the more you practice." With an encouraging smile. You gave him a couple tricks to help him remember the things he was struggling with, and that was the heart eyes moment. After that Dewey started bringing you drawings and pieces of candy and every good grade he got on an assignment just to see your face light up.

Reese falls for you next. You don't have to do much, he's probably going to have at least a tiny little crush on you if Francis likes you. What really gets Reese is when you help him beat a video game level. You offer to give it a shot and he humors you. You haven't mentioned anything about liking video games since you started babysitting, but he's really stuck on this level so he lets you give it a shot. He watches you annihilate aliens like it’s nothing and you beat the level in one or two tries. He can't remember any of the tips you give him about the game because he's too busy staring at you totally dumbstruck.

Malcolm is the last one to go. Before you come over one day, Dewey tells Francis he thinks he shouldn't try to date you anymore and Francis looks at him like he's grown another head. When he asks why, Dewey tells him he's going to ask you to date him instead. Much to Francis's surprise, Reese objects before he can. To say the room erupts into chaos is an understatement. They're all arguing about it when you show up, and Malcolm thinks it's the dumbest thing ever. Why would they spend so much time fighting over a babysitter and arguing about who you'd like back. Then you give Malcolm some old notes you found from when you were in the gifted class in middle school. You were in the gifted class in middle school? Someone as cool and pretty and cool as you?? He takes the notes and thanks you, suddenly thinking fighting his brothers for you doesn't sound so dumb after all.

[gordontheengineswifenirmal]

I feel like tumblr is secretly exasperated, as in “what advert can I show this bitch that won’t offended her”. I’m used to that with actual people. These are fine.

I use to think I couldn’t live without sex, despite the fact that I was internally conflicted about it. That’s how society worked. For those who were adult virgins who never had relationships, I didn’t think “oh ur a degenerate”. I thought “wow, how dies this person manage that? It would be cool to think there’d b a life beyond sex, but that just doesn’t sound possible! Hell, good for them!”

An older, wiser me now understands that it’s far more complex than a simple ‘choice’ or ‘ability to have self control’. I was weaker, n now…..I’ve finally gotten to see that ‘other world’ I thought was impossible. You know, the ‘other world’ people think ur a sad, lonely loser lacking and devoid of….something…. for. It’s a very narrow, one sided way to think. Sex is one way to go, and under the right conditions, fine. For those who desire it. It’s NOT a need. If it were, I’d have been dead decades ago.

With that being said, the ‘other world’ I discovered is NOT sad, not lonely. It’s definitely NOT devoid…..It’s actually rather thriving! It challenges u to enjoy things you wouldn’t expect, or perhaps overlooked/under estimated. It allows you to challenge your own thinking, your own perception. I never thought I’d enjoy being celibate, but it’s a wild ride all its own, and finding joy in other things is NOT a cop out.

In fact, it’s a revelation. I also didn’t feel guilty or awkward about it. Trying to get on in a sexual society made me feel extremely awkward, and not in a ‘this is out of me wheelhouse, cool I’m learning something new’ sort of way. It was frightening. I was pretending to be something I wasn’t and deluding meself. It was an emotional scary woods full of predators. The non sexual world can be a tad Alice in wonderland-ish too, but more fun and trippy. I’ve learned to laugh at and enjoy thoughts and such I NEVER thought I would a decade ago.

It feels more healthy, more secure too. I’m genuinely me, I don’t have to repress anything, I don’t have to risk STDs or drama because of a potential partner. I can just go about, on me own time, n enjoy. Besides, what we imagine sex to be in fantasies is not quite what it is in reality. Sex and romance in general also felt so routine. Like a job that was past its prime. There was burnout about all of it.

The ‘how about we try something completely different’ that first seemed a frightening concept, because I was soooo very unfamiliar with it, eventually helped me grow. Even for those who ARE still sexual, and who wish to remain so (which is fine if you are responsible about it and respect others), should try to explore the non sexual side of society more regularly, and create more of a balance between the two. All sex all the time only is tiring and unhealthy. No sex at all ever isn’t always bad. It’s admittedly not for everyone but that’s ok too. But for some of us, it’s EXTREMELY ok. And that needs to be recognised and accepted in society - to whatever degree works for an individual.

[bri-the-nautilus]

Hi there! I saw your reply to that ask about Malenia being a milf, really enjoyed reading it all (it was all just right!). Especially a passage on Gowry. Do you have more detailed headcanons/theories on him? Can you share them?

It's just that he plays an important role in my own postcanon story, being sort of a rematching villain. So I'm always open on any info on him and the Rot in general, even others' headcanons. Do you think there could be other humans worshipping the Rot? (not just kindreds/pests).

I meself stick to the theory of him being a Carian sorcerer who's studied the Rot and went too far (then even farther to turn back).

Thank you!

(editing this in at the end. This got LONG. I dug up so much stuff as I was compiling my thoughts, and this post took quite a turn. Thanks for getting me thinking, and I apologize for how ungodly long this post is. This was fun!)

Gowry is an interesting one. He doesn't talk much about himself, and his adopted daughters don't really like to talk about him either for obvious reasons. And as far as sane residents of Caelid to converse with go, it's really just him and the girls, a few merchants, Maliketh, and Jerren. Not exactly a wealth of lore.

Let's start with his armor set. Gowry wears the Sage Set, which can be found in Liurnia's Stillwater Cave. It's worth noting that this cave is home to several Rot-themed enemies, including mushroom priests and a Cleanrot Knight. From the description of the Sage Armor:

Thick burgundy robe. Attire of the wise sages who were deemed heretical. Evidence that the wearer was driven from town.

This is interesting. It's also worth noting that Gowry isn't the only character who wears this armor. Necromancer Garris, the boss of the Sage's Cave, also wears pieces of the set. Their faces are also quite similar. There could be a connection here, but we're getting sidetracked.

So the Sages were driven from a town. The question is, which town? The answer is of course Sellia, Town of Sorcery. Gowry lives just outside the city walls. For confirmation, we need only look at his inventory. Gowry sells Night Shard and Nightmaiden's Mist, whose descriptions both say that they were invented in Sellia. The third spell he sells is Glintstone Stars, which is a Raya Lucaria sorcery, but its description also says that it's a spell of the Olivinus Conspectus, "which attracts sorcerers from Sellia."

So Gowry lived in Sellia as a sage, where he learned the town's signature brand of magic. Then he was kicked out for heresy, per the Sage Armor's description. The next question we have to ask is, what heresy did he commit? Let's take a step back and examine Liurnian orthodoxy. Astrological worship is the basis for all of Liurnia's science and religion. The Academy worships the stars, while the House of Caria and Lazuli Conspectus worship the moon as well. The description of the Lazuli Robe calls this star-moon worship heresy. I don't think what Gowry did was heresy in the Liurnian sense of the word, however. Sellia is a town descended from the Nox and heavily associated with the Olivinus Conspectus. The Nox were star worshippers, and the Olivinus are an orthodox Conspectus with a focus on meteors. If Gowry grew up here, the odds of him converting to moon worship are slim.

Rot worship is a possibility. The only real evidence of pre-Shattering Rot worship is House Marais, who clandestinely worshipped the Outer God of Rot in their castle. The Haligtree venerated Malenia, but didn't worship the Rot because Malenia herself suffered at its hands and would like nothing more than to be rid of it. Rot worship doesn't go mainstream until after Aeonia when an entire civilization of shrimp cultists crawls out of the nuclear swamp and decides Malenia is their goddess. So while Gowry worshipping the Scarlet Rot in prewar Sellia would be kind of heretical, it would also be a really weird thing for anyone to be into given the time and place. Also, notice that the Rot is only ever worshipped by people actively suffering from it. "The sons of House Marais are all sickly born" (probably because they decided to build on top of a poison swamp), and the mushroom priests and shrimpbros speak for themselves. It would be very odd indeed for a healthy Sellian man in a lush, unblighted Caelid to suddenly say "hey screw the stars, we worship super skin necrosis now." You know what I think he did?

Necromancy.

Oh yeah, you thought we were done with Gary.

So let's talk about our friend Necromancer Garris for a second. While it's not in his name like it is for Gowry, Garris is almost definitely a Sellian sage. He looks like Gowry, he wears the requisite robes, and the cave where he lives is called the "Sage's Cave." Unless the Black Knife lurking nearby has some scholarly qualifications we don't know about, the Sage in question has to be Garris. Now what exactly is his deal? What can we learn about heresy from this guy?

Garris is a necromancer. He summons bone snails in battle and uses the Prince of Death staff to cast a spell similar to Rancorcall, whose description claims that it's an ancient death hex presumed lost to the annals of history until Garris rediscovered it. Most interesting, however, is his weapon. Garris wields the unique flail Family Heads.

Three bludgeoning copper heads attached to a handle by chains. Signature weapon of Necromancer Garris, the heretical sage. The heads were made to resemble those of his wife and two children.

Oh. Oh. Oh.

Here we have confirmation that Garris is not only a Sage, but a heretical one. Much like good old Gowry. A wife and children, you say? Let's take a look at the weapon's unique Ash of War: Familial Rancor. This ash behaves similarly to Rancorcall, the spell that Garris rediscovered and uses. And its description?

Gently rattle the copper heads to summon vengeful spirits that chase down foes. The anguish of a spouse and children invites accursed wrath.

Alrighty. It's the classic story of a magician and his dead family. This is just Fullmetal Alchemist now. We don't really have the evidence to say one way or another what happened here. Did Garris lose his family and resort to necromancy to try to get them back? Or is the "wrath" and "anguish" of his family a result of him using them as human sacrifices or guinea pigs in his experiments with the dark arts? But enough of that.

The trouble we were having with Gowry is that we couldn't pin down what he was doing that would have gotten him banished from Sellia. Sellia, per the Night Shard description, is a town of assassins that habitually kill other sorcerers. You'd have to do something nuts to get kicked out of a place like that, and we just didn't have anything that points towards a sensical explanation for Gowry's heresy. This is where Garris saves us. We know he was also a Sage who got kicked out of Sellia for being a heretic, but unlike Gowry, we know EXACTLY what Garris was doing. And now let's look back at Sellian theological law and try to apply it to necromancy.

Of course necromancy is heretical! The Lands Between broadly speaking venerates the dead. Dead people are buried at the roots of the Erdtree to return to its grace. The burial watchdogs are statues built to watch over these dead, and while the Erdtree is a Golden Order concept, the fact that some watchdogs use glintstone attacks implies that the Liurnians also build them. Liurnia does have its own Erdtree burial catacombs, despite not worshipping the Erdtree or any other Golden Order figures as deities. We know from Fia and Lionel that people in the Lands Between see the Deathbed Companions as disgusting heretics. What do Deathbed Companions do? Raise the dead. Necromancy seems like an amazing way to get yourself kicked out of just about any dignified society in the Lands Between.

And when we look at Gowry through the lens of necromancy... things start to add up.

If you try to kill Gowry, he turns into a Kindred of Rot on death and his disembodied voice casually mentions that he can keep coming back. Upon reloading the shack, Gowry's there again. You can repeat this ad infinitum until reaching the end of his and Millicent's questline. He doesn't stay dead.

Hmm.

We can't really say for sure what Garris was doing with his necromancy outside of the fact that he was researching ancient hexes. Gowry, on the other hand...

Here's my theory. Gowry, either together with Garris or on his own, starts researching methods of achieving life after death. When what he's doing comes to light, he gets banished from Sellia, but his work is far enough along that he can finish it alone without the resources of a town of sorcery. But as an outcast, there's not much he can really do with that.

Enter Malenia.

Malenia's bloom is said to have been awe-inspiring and divine. We can find ghosts who witnessed Aeonia ranting about the divine splendor.

Sublime, I tell you. The very first flower of Aeonia bloomed on this very spot. Malenia, may you blossom into a goddess.

For Gowry, who is by now thoroughly disillusioned with the Sellian orthodoxy that kicked him to the curb for being a necromancer, the Rot may well have been a religious experience. Especially when the necrotic death bomb starts creating life.

Life from death. The goal of every necromancer.

And oh boy does Caelid have it.

Gowry has found a Goddess who he thinks can create life from death. He has an entire cult worth of shrimp people who also worship her, and who he can manipulate as he pleases with his superior intellect. And best of all, he has Malenia's daughters, who he can raise into Goddesses of Rot themselves.

Gowry is of course just a man. An old man whose condo is six feet away from Ground Zero for the Aeonian Bloom. His body is dying as he experiences all this wonder and finds the infant buds amidst the fallout of the Bloom. But for a Necromancer, who has cracked the code, this is no trouble. Even as his body gives out, Gowry's spirit possesses a lowly Kindred of Rot, projecting an illusion of his human form. As a Kindred, he can survive indefinitely in rotting Caelid. As an illusory human, he can deal with outsiders and raise Malenia's daughters. If his Kindred is slain... no matter. There's more where that came from.

[calebwittebane]

yeah so as you've probably gleaned from my posts my current "putting this on when i feel like killing my self so i dont kill meself" thing has been replaying fnv AGAIN but get this its on hardcore mode start to finish this time. never done that before, not from the start with the intent to keep it on the whole game. overall it really does not add that much difficulty. if anything im surprised how little my courier needs to sleep like girl are you okay. she doesnt sleep. drinks a ton of water though #PeeGirl. yeah the one thing that really actually makes it difficult is the companions dying thing. i have ede waiting outside any sort of Location With Enemies because otherwise this orb just tumbles to the floor dead within two minutes. which is dumb because its a robot so how can it die. i should be able to fix it. well unless it gets smashed to little pieces but it never does. either way sucks to think about how i wont be able to bring anyone with me when i eventually go to black mountain because i know in my heart id have to reload constantly cuz my buddy has Died. like theres a giant super mutant charging at us Craig i dont have time to crouch behind you and inject your sweaty booty cheek with stimpaks. i do also like the stimpaks healing over time thing. keeps me humble. no changes to quarry junction though because that is THE gauss rifle sniping location. you guys ever try that? get that unique gauss rifle and headshot some deathclaws. gives you a RUSH

[cherry-bomb-ships]

Ruby's F/o Tournament - FINAL ROUND

Here we are folks, the final match... The explosives-crazed internationally wanted madman and the Mushroom Kingdom's most terrible enemy. My main f/o, versus the first character I ever made a self insert for. It's our most fiery match ever!!

As always, vote however you see fit, whether you like the character more or my ship with them more. Propaganda will be below the cut. May the best f/o win!! 🧡💜🧡

Junkrat

From anonymous: as a certified junkrat roleplayer i GOTTA go to bat for my boy. He’s like if you made looney tunes as a concept into a person. Autism dialed to 100. I dont care if he’s a criminal he’s a sweetheart. also i think you’d enjoy this tidbit i’ve had him say: “It’s *Junkrat,* thank you very much! I picked that name out meself! Mum didn’t let me make it my legal name, though. Said it’s bad for rez-ew-mes. Jokes on her, I ain’t held a single legal job in all my life. An’ I think Junkrat is very respectable! Makes my interests obvious. I like junkin’, an’ I like rats. Simple!”

From anonymous: Jamie is the most iconic of all! In my mind no one is more synonymous with your blog and your ships and its the first one I fell in love with

From @shipsashore: For the time I've followed your blog, I knew you as Junkrat's lover. Absolutely iconic couple here. Giving my vote to your silly trash husband.

Bowser

From @edencantstopfallininlove: Bowser has the raaaaange. He can go from silly and affable in one moment to ruthless and intimidating in the next. He can BREATHE FIRE for frick's sake. Also a good dad! In the words of the King of the Koopas himself, "Losing is not an option! And neither is giving up!"

From @shipsashore: Not voting for Bowser but I just wanna say yall are still an iconic couple. :)

Notes from Ruby

I'm writing down here because I don't want to put a bias for either of my guys. Sure, Jamie is my main f/o, but Bowser is also my very first, from back when I was only 10 years old and didn't have all these terms for it. He's the first one I ever drew self ship and self insert art for, who I came up with a story for. He means a lot to me and I still love him to this day. On the other hand, Jamie is my main, he's the only f/o I've officially done a wedding for, and sunk countless hours (and dollars) into loving him. This match is an impossible one for me, one I could never choose between... Here's hoping y'all have an easier time 😅💜🧡💜🧡💜

[writingsofwerewolves]

Here's something I was suddenly inspired to write...

(not edited or anything so sorry if it sucks)

Tharzaroth wasn’t planning on getting a new pet. The ship was small enough with the crew occupying it. He didn’t need another mouth to feed. That didn’t stop him from surreptitiously scanning the cages of pets for sale. They were overcrowded, as usual, with many different species. Some Tharzaroth was familiar with, some he had only heard rumors of, and some he couldn’t recognize. They were all filthy, covered in mud and other substances that stung Tharzaroth’s nose. Still, he strode slowly past the cages, taking in each creature within them.

He had just reached the end of the row of cages, about to turn away and follow his crew to his ship, when some movement caught his eye. Within the final cage, there was a scuffle. Several hulking creatures were gathered around something smaller, excitedly chattering to each other as they roughly handled it between them.

Tharzaroth’s ears twitched as he heard a high pitched sound come from the middle of the commotion. A cry of pain and distress. Without thinking, he turned and approached the cage. Though some of the creatures within it were large, Tharzaroth still towered over all of them, so when he cast a shadow over the cage, the occupants cowered and backed away from the bars, revealing what it was they were harassing.

A tiny fur-less creature was curled up on the ground in the fetal position, its body shaking with sobs. Tharzaroth tilted his head as he took in the creature’s appearance. It wore dirty rags over its slim furless body. No, not completely furless… There was some short fur atop its head that looked like it had been shorn recently.

“Hmm,” he grunted.

“Can I interest you in one of these fine specimens, Captain?” the petmonger asked as she approached, “They’re newly caught, so they’re cheap, but I examined each one meself. High quality stock, they are.”

Tharzaroth raised a furry finger to point at the pitiful scared creature, “Tell me of that one. Species?”

“Unknown, sir,” she admitted, “Healthy, far as I can tell. I was gonna take it to an expert to get it identified, but last time I did that, it turned out to be a shaved Rumgung. Not worth the trip for me just to maybe get a few extra pence outta it. If you take it to get identified on your travels, maybe you could resell it for a pretty penny later.”

Tharzaroth grunted his acknowledgment at her words, his eyes still firmly locked on the tiny thing.

“How much?” he asked after a few moments.

She rubbed her spiked chin thoughtfully, “How ‘bout… ten pence?”

He faced her for the first time, ears and an eyebrow raised, “For something that could be a shaved Rumgung?”

“Or could be an as of yet undiscovered species,” she pointed out, “It’s a mystery box. A gamble. But could be worth the risk.”

“Not for ten pence,” he turned and began to leave.

“Okay, okay,” she exclaimed and he paused. “Eight pence, but not a cent less.”

“Seven and I don’t report you for the overcrowded and dirty cages,” Tharzaroth returned.

The seller’s throat spikes vibrated as she gulped anxiously, “Seven pence. Deal.”

Tharzaroth gave a firm nod and the seller got to work collecting the creature. The seller used a stun rod to get the other creatures out of the way as she went inside the cage. She grabbed the tiny creature by the arm, dragging it to its feet, and pulling it from the cage.

Once she and the creature were out, Tharzaroth pulled the money from his pouch and held it out to her.

“Pleasure doing business with you, Captain,” she told him as he dropped the money into her scaled palm before shoving the creature towards him.

The creature lost its balance and fell against Tharzaroth’s furry body. It yelped in fear as Tharzaroth wrapped a giant hand around its upper arm and it tried to pull out of his grip.

“No returns,” the seller told him, “Good luck.”

He let out a displeased rumble and began dragging the creature down the street, towards his ship.

“What have I done?” he muttered to himself, looking down at the pitiful thing as it continued to struggle.

It was even smaller than he had assumed, barely coming up past his waist. Its arm was tiny and he had to be careful not to hold too tightly while still keeping a firm grip on it without breaking anything. Seven pence was still probably more than it was worth and he didn’t want to instantly destroy his investment by handling it too roughly.

“What’cha got there boss?” one of Tharzaroth’s crew, Quil, questioned as he approached the ship.

“New pet,” he grunted.

Quil came to get a closer look, frowning at the whimpering creature, “Looks like an Olduin without feathers.”

“Could be. The seller didn’t know.”

“Huh,” Quil mused, “Looks tasty, whatever it is.”

Tharzaroth let out a low growl that had Quil pinning his ears back.

“Sorry, sir. Your pet.”

Tharzaroth gave a nod and continued into the ship. No one else questioned the presence of the creature as he made his way through the bridge.

“Take us out of here, Sarsh,” he told the pilot, “We need to get to Ardro as soon as possible.”

“Yes, sir,” Sarsh agreed.

Tharzaroth left the bridge, his hand still wrapped around the arm of his new pet, and went to his quarters.

His room was the largest on the ship, out of necessity. None of his crew needed as much space as he did. Even so, it was cramped with his bulk. His bed took up most of the space, with storage compartments taking up the rest except for just enough room for him to walk between the objects. Adjoined to his room was a washroom of equal relative size. The bathing area had needed to be customized to accommodate him, but it was large enough for him to bathe comfortably.

Tharzaroth pulled his pet into the washroom and released its arm so he could take off his equipment and set it aside. Almost instantly, the pet tried to squeeze out and flee. Once his hands were free again, he grabbed the back of its clothes, much like scruffing a misbehaving kit, and pulled them back into the washroom.

“Now now,” he tsked, “None of that, little one.”

The creature sobbed, yipping out desperate sounds of fear, its eyes large with pleading as it looked up at him.

Tharzaroth purred softly, hoping the sound might relax the creature somewhat as it often did his own species. But over his pets’ blubbering, it didn’t seem like the creature heard him. He heaved a sigh of resignation and moved the creature into the bathing basin.

“It’s alright,” he murmured, his large hands gently directing it, “This won’t be particularly pleasant but you smell awful so it must be done.”

With as much care as possible, Tharzaroth pulled at the clothing covering his new pet’s body. When it realized what he was doing, the scent of panic filled the air and it started thrashing and fighting harder against him. Tharzaroth tolerated the misbehavior for a few moments, hoping it would pass and the creature would calm. When it didn’t, he had to take action.

He lowered his massive head down to eye level with the creature and pulled back his lips, letting out the softest snarl.

It froze instantly, its heart pounding loudly in its tiny chest.

Tharzaroth gave a nod of satisfaction and resumed undressing his pet. It didn’t struggle or make a single sound as he pulled the shirt off over its head. Once the shirt was removed, though, it used its arm to cover its chest. It’s teets, Tharzaroth noted. So definitely a mammal, he acknowledged.

Next was the pants. He carefully hooked a claw under the waistband and eased them down. As he did, the creature didn’t move but made some whimpering noises directed at him. He ignored it. With the pants removed, the creature was completely bare, trying to hide its chest and genitals with its hands.

Tharzaroth gripped its arms, holding them out of the way so he could appraise its form. Mammal, yes, but he wasn’t yet sure if it had a cloaca or vagina. Either way, its genitals were tucked away. It would require more investigation to be certain of its anatomy, but that wasn’t his concern yet. In addition, he noted that the creature wasn’t fully furless. In addition to the shorn fur atop its head, it had light furring on its belly and quite a bit around its genitals. It was still much more furless than he was used to seeing, though. It made him uncomfortable to see so much bare skin. It didn’t seem like any of the fur besides what was atop its head was purposefully removed, so he had to assume that it was natural.

Holding its arms carefully in one hand, he used the other to start the water in the basin. The creature jumped at the sudden noise of the water spray. Tharzaroth carefully adjusted the temperature, trying to make it neither too hot nor too cold for the pitiful furless creature. He tested it on his wrist to be sure it wasn’t too extreme before letting the water spray the creature’s leg. His pet jumped a little at the contact, but it didn’t seem like the temperature was an issue so he began carefully rinsing down the creature.

As mud and other substances ran off its furless body, it seemed to relax a little, so Tharzaroth let go of its arms. On its own, it began scrubbing away the caked on grim. Tharzaroth gave a rumble of approval which caused it to look up at him with concerned eyes before resuming cleaning itself.

Once all the mud was off, Tharzaroth stopped the spray of water and retrieved a towel, wrapping the creature in it and gently patting its furless body dry. The creature seemed to want to complain or struggle against his care, but thought better of it and remained still.

“Good, pet,” Tharzaroth rumbled, gently stroking its cheek with a finger, “Much better.”

With all the mud gone, he could see the damage his pet had sustained. There were cuts and bruises all over its body. Nothing he would think serious, but certainly things that would have made it worth less than seven pence had he seen it sooner…

“Hmm…” he ran his hand down its body, touching the injuries.

The creature flinched at the contact and started to move away, but he gripped its arm and held it fast as he examined the wounds. Holding it with one hand, he reached for medicated ointment he kept in the washroom. He hoped it would be compatible with his new pets’ biology, but it was a choice between letting the wounds become infected or hurting them with the medication.

“This will sting,” he warned his pet, knowing it wouldn’t understand but feeling better about saying it regardless. He made sure he had a good hold on its arms as he sprayed the ointment into the cuts.

The creature let out a wail of pain, fighting against his hold.

“Shh,” he rumbled, “I know. It’s alright.”

He muttered words of comfort, wincing at their sounds of pain and fear, knowing that it didn’t understand that he was trying to help it not hurt it.

“All done,” he said, making a show of putting the ointment away, “See? All done.”

The creature whined and still tried to pull free of his hold.

“I know,” he murmured, drawing the creature into his lap and wrapping his large furry arms around its struggling body, stroking comfortingly down its back, “I know, my pet. Shh. It is alright.”

The creature’s struggles and sobs slowly ceased.

“Good,” he cooed, “Good, pet. Now come. I’m sure you need rest.”

Tharzaroth moved out of the washroom, pulling the creature along with him. He pressed a button on the wall and said, “Wake me when we get to Ardro” before moving to the bed.

The creature’s eyes were wide with fear, but it didn’t struggle as Tharzaroth pulled it into the bed with him, wrapping his arms around it and forcing it to lay against his chest.

“Rest, little one,” he said, stroking down its back.

It whimpered softly against his fur.

“I know you’re scared,” he cooed, “It will be alright.”

He continued murmuring words of comfort, and attempted to purr to calm the creature, until he heard its breathing slow as it fell into a sleep.

[doomzday-zone]

ok but actually. i know i said this in the tags on ur post but genuinely i love ur faggy infinites i love ur attitude i love how u post whatever u want and put it in the main tags bc u are unapologetically urself when it is so easy to try and fit in. u have the confidence i aim to have for myself and it's so refreshing to see somebody who embraces being Weird <3 i've never engaged because i am unwell about people being aware of me but i've literally been lurking on you and the dog and hog gang for at least a year (i never really spoke much about liking them despite having interest for years) and. just. you're all so chill. the critical thinking, lack of judgement, this world needs more of that shit fr!! i hope u have a great day – good vibes from a transfag autism brained freak (and thank u for ur tags on my essay. i'm so glad other people care as much as me <3)

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Every day i choose to be insane and gross and a freak and a transexual faggot and autistic and TOO MUCH !!! for meself obv<3 but also for the ones i love and ppl like YOU!!!!!!!!!! >:D i cant change the world w just my little paws. but i CAN b crazy on main. i CAN show everyone that you dont have 2 be afraid of your own interests for fear of not being accepted in the greater fandom<333 even if these ppl never rlly come out of their shell... theres always someone, someplace out there thatll accept u. theres always more freaks, theres always more faggots<3 even if you never come out and yell it to the world if i could inspire just a tiny bit of this love in ppl thatd be enough for me :)

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