sovereigntyhq-blog

[deus-ex-mona]

nghy for today’s mv announcement plsplsplsplspls—

[divinekangaroo]

Everyone in here seems to be so cool with this news except me LOL. I'm so gutted Lizzies character arc is over in canon. A lot saw it coming by the looks of it except me, I thought it was definitely left unfinished with all the promises and closeness they shared. Haiz. I read it all wrong perhaps.

I know you have plans to write post S6 among other things, like divorced Lizzie with Charlie, Honeymoon etc. etc. You also said you will wait for the movie to write some of them. Will any of the WIPs be effected/plans change with knowing T/L fate in canon?

This is an ask to make myself feel better if you can't tell XD. Thanks!

Heh: the fanfic brain says it would be pleased if Lizzie and Arthur aren't in the movie because that's most of what I want to look at post S6. I don’t usually get into fanficcing for a media unless the media is finished, because I always feel I need to see what the shape of the Canon Thing is to work out where I want to play/extend etc. I genuinely thought PB was done before I decided to write the Thing, or I doubt I would’ve started to write. Over time the movie was making the fanfic part of me increasingly irrationally anxious XD.

Every further movie announcement makes it sound like something further and further from s5 and s6, a fairly clean break and almost a new thing. So I do feel released/able to play with that post s6 space more, because I’m assuming there’ll be just another peaky-style time skip and we’ll be left to decide for ourselves what happened in between. Which is, ironically, where a lot of the Tommy Lizzie dynamic lives anyway - the offscreen spaces is when their relationship happens, what we see on screen shows Things Happened Since Last Time but what exactly is left to the imagination. A silence in the movie isn’t necessarily a nullification of what happened previously, it’s just that whatever happened isn’t relevant to the slice of life currently on show. Out of frame etc. (though, i assume Tommy will heavily carry the emotional consequences of prior events forward, as he always does)

And I’d always assumed t and l would never get back together in any traditional sense of marriage or domestic HEA - my post-show headcanon as it’s evolved over time sees them drift together and apart over various instances and times with meaning, but no dependence/obligation or imposed societal structure. So either of them having other love interests also doesn’t bother me.

I have yet to work out if this easing means I feel like getting back into those parked stories you mentioned any earlier than the movie or not…one is all Lizzie and Arthur funnily enough…but I am so slammed by combo work and study and family things my brain feels itchy with irritation (worst feeling) so I’m avoiding putting too much deep thinking on at the moment.

Sorry i can’t help with much comfort or fic offerings! But yeah I think the way pb does time skips will leave it up to the audience to work out what happened, and that’s always been so much more interesting to my fanfic brain than being told. Maybe some comfort in that?

[soothedcerberus]

I made a callout for the bird that has been stuck in the building since thursday :’(

[chibishortdeath]

Great googley moogley it’s all going to shit! Every day becomes exponentially more terrifying!

And all perfectly timed to just right at the start of what’s supposed to be my adult life where I get my shit together and be useful and productive!

[emptyyitseverything]

ugh my tummy has been soooo loud lately that’s becoming a problem, I can no longer skip breakfast in peace bc it keeps growling every ten minutes and my colleagues are no longer giggling and asking me if I want some snack… they’re getting annoyed and legit offering me their lunches and it’s getting uncomfy

[libruhs-unionizing]

Democrats stop sucking Israel’s dick challenge fucking impossible

[troybarnesbucky]

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[gregmarriage]

gonna become pepe slivia charlie, while trying to write the plot for this fic

[caterpillarinacave]

For the yes/no ask game: If you were interested in picking berries and learned all the good spots in your area to collect from, of which there happened to be many, and you found yourself falling into a little community of berry pickers, where you trade locations, recipes, and knowledge of berries, and one day you heard of a little local legend about a lost grove that's supposed to have some of the most delicious berries but no one remembers the path since the markers for it were washed away one particularly strong storm, only a general area of where it might be is recalled, but you're intrigued, so armed with what little information you have and boatload of determination, you pack yourself a little picnic and decide to make a day of it, hiking out to the spot, and it takes the better part of a morning, mostly because you keep stopping to check for berries, but by noon you've reached a place you're pretty sure must be it because the bushes are so high and thick they seem to be trying to drown out the sky itself and the berries (which you one hundred and ten percent recognize 'cause you're cool like that) are plentiful as expected, so you get to work filling your basket and while you're collecting you stumble across a couple little neat trinkets you decide to pocket as well (a spinning top, a key, a dog tag, and an old useless walkie-talkie) and before long you've filled your basket and you start your trek back following your markers, only to see a door halfway back, standing in a frame in the middle of a clearing of a thicket, so, obviously intrigued, you wander over to give a closer look, it's old, vines climbing the brick around the frame, it's closed and the door is painted black, when you try the handle you see it is locked, when you go to the other side you see the door is white, and when you try the handle the same applies, even when you rattle it nothing happens and while you chew on a berry and think on this problem you remember the key you found earlier, and having nothing better to do you dig it out and try it, to find to your delight that it does indeed open, you take the key back out and step through the doorway, closing the door behind you, you try the key on the black side, but it doesn't work, so you shrug and pocket the key once more, returning to your journey out of the woods, only...where are the path markers you tied on the way in?

You wouldn't say you're lost quite yet, but you hurry along the path you're sure you took anyway and you make it out, but your way home is missing, you let out a noise of frustration, you've been robbed, but you have no cell service here so you start walking, luckily home isn't too far, but it is tiring, and by the time you make it to town it's mid-afternoon, you're tired, yet satisfied with your haul, but as you walk into town you make a very disturbing observation, this is not your town, the streets are strange, the architecture too, you make it to where your house should be and there is no building, instead the place is a garden, there are people, tall with long dark hair, and you wave to them to ask where you are, obviously you've made a wrong turn somewhere, but as they come close they seem confused by you and your words, when they speak the language is harsh and punctuated by chirps, like nothing you've ever heard, you can't understand them, so you politely apologize as best you can and try to speak to the next person walking down the road, but with the same results, you try again and again, each time you fail to communicate a sense of unease quickly turning to dread fills you, you can't even find common words in any language you know or gestures with those who try to communicate with you, eventually you find yourself sitting alone outside of town, evening will be here soon, you put away your phone, which you noticed earlier hasn't had service all day, and your fingers brush against the key from the Door, despite how bizarre it sounds, you are struck with the hypothesis that it may be the source of your current mishap, after a long bout of debate, deliberating your options, you decide to try going back to the Door, while it might be a waste of time, it couldn't hurt and maybe you'd solve this problem while walking anyway, so you head back, much more direct than the first time, but it's still dusk by the time you make it, the doorway is just as you left it, you try the key in the lock on the black side of the door again, to no avail, you bang on the door, kick it, try to pick the lock, eventually you circle around to the white side, this time when you try the key, it opens, but when you look through you are certain that is not your world, do you walk through?

No.

[paw-pride]

wait noooo would u be willing to let someone take over the project ,,,, u can transfer side blogs if this happens to be one but i am very sorry im not trying to be presumptuous 😭 i just loved this place so much

I don’t think I would ever be comfortable enough to allow someone to take over this project, but I highly encourage anyone to start their own inspired by mine or any other blogs!

[strivingformediocracy]

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[mycological-mariner]

Oh lads. We are Going Through It

[seventh-district]

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[pepprs]

ok i survived yom kippur. but it took every single scrap of strength in my body and i’m not completely better yet

[sammi-xox]

:/

[becauseplot]

God fuck god I don’t listen to a lot of Lemon Demon but DAMN they really hit it out of the park with Touch-Tone Telephone. Like I’ve been obsessing over this song for years now, how good it is at story telling and like, character building?? Which is WILD for a song to accomplish, yet the vision is so clear in my head. You can really hear all the layers to this character the song creates. The wild rhythm. The manic, almost (definitely) desperate tempo, gives you the image that someone is running, chasing something, on the verge of something incredible. The dramatic flare of the strings melding with the odd sound effect or vocalization to create an image of someone brilliant but downright crazy. The flipping of the emotion in the delivery: confident, yet desperate. Like, without getting too much into the lyrics themselves, the delivery of “And like you I’m a genius before my time! Disbelieving, that’s the real crime!” gives me chills every time; the POV trying desperately to reach out to ‘you,’ the one they’re speaking to, trying to get you to understand, to see what they see, please, please listen to me I’m not crazy, they’re after me, you have to listen to me please!! Please!!! Try to understand!!!!! It’s all there, don’t you see why can’t you just see?!!