#going loopy

[ashertickler]

𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 warning under cut, be warned.

in an oiled up twerking contest, who in redacted would win?

[corrodedcoughin]

there’s so many Elton John songs that could fit Steve perfectly but I think the most appropriate one is probably the bitch is back

[muesli-command]

type of day

[rosielindy]

It was a rough week 😂

[horrorlesbians]

t-shirt that says “stop wildfires! put your cigarettes out on me!”

[petricorah]

long hair sokka truthers lets goooo [id in alt]

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 204

Danny is on a bit of a roadtrip. An accidental roadtrip and might be getting chased by some sort of assassins or whatever they were. Look, it’s not his fault, he was injured and out of it! How was he supposed to know that the Pits or whatever the people were yelling about were important. Or sapient. 

Actually, he should like… “How do you even know how to drive if you’re like, thousands of years old??” That was not what he was going to ask his current roadtrip buddy, but maybe he had a concussion. 

Ectoplasm-green eyes turned towards him from the road, framed by a mixture of black and white hair that shifted like his own. “You most likely don’t want to know the answer to that, actually.” Okay, but what if he did, huh? 

“Okay, but where are we going, because I don’t think this is my dimension…”  

They shrugged, their clothing shifting with the motion. Ha, ninja clothing for a sapient pool of ecto, or whatever it had been. “I am, not exactly familiar to things that were not known to those thrown into my blood, so we’re, I believe the saying is going in blind?”

“Oh. Okay. Y’know you’re kind of nice for an ecto-death pit thing.”

“... I am going to pretend I didn’t hear that, child.”  

“Okay. I’m going to go to sleep because my head hurts.” 

[carpe-mamilia]

Ghosts’ Larry Rickard Explains Why They Chose the Captain’s First Name

Photo: Monumental,Guido Mandozzi

It couldn’t be a joke. That was one rule laid down by the Ghosts creators when it came to choosing a first name for Willbond’s character. Until series five, the WWII ghost had been known only as The Captain – a mystery seized upon by fans of the show.

“It was the question we got asked more than anything. His name,” actor and writer Larry Rickard tells Den of Geek. “Once we got to series three, you could see that we were deliberately cutting away and deliberately avoiding it. We were fuelling the fire because we knew at some point we’d tell them.”

In “Carpe Diem”, the episode written by Rickard and Ben Willbond that finally reveals The Captain’s death story, they did tell us. After years of guessing, clue-spotting and debate, Ghosts revealed that The Captain’s first name is James. At the same time, we also learned that James’ colleague Lieutenant Havers’ first name was Anthony.

The ordinariness of those two names, says Rickard, is the point.

“The only thing we were really clear about is that we didn’t want one of those names that only exists in tellyland. It shouldn’t be ‘Cormoran’ or ‘Endeavour’. They should just be some men’s names and they’re important to them. The point was that they were everyday.”

Choosing first names for The Captain and Havers was a long process not unlike naming a baby, Rickard agrees. “It almost comes down to looking at the faces of the characters and saying, what’s right?”

“We talked for ages. For a long time I kept thinking ‘Duncan and James’, and then I was like ah no! That would have turned it into a gag and been awful!” Inescapably in the minds of a certain generation, Duncan James is a member of noughties boyband Blue. “Maybe with Anthony I was thinking of Anthony Costa!” Rickard says in mock horror, referencing another member of the band.

Lieutenant Havers wasn’t just The Captain’s second in command while stationed at Button House; he was also the man James loved. Because homosexuality was criminalised in England during James’ lifetime, he was forced to hide his feelings for Anthony from society, and to some extent even from himself.

In “Carpe Diem”, the ghosts (mistakenly) prepare for the last day of their afterlives, prompting The Captain to finally tell his story. Though not explicit about his sexual identity, the others understand and accept what he tells them – and led by Lady Button, all agree that he’s a brave man.

Getting the balance right of what The Captain does and doesn’t say was key to the episode. “It wasn’t just a personal choice of his to go ‘I’m going to remain in the closet’,” explains Rickard. “There wasn’t an option there to explore the things that either of them felt. That couldn’t be done back then – there are so many stories which have come out since the War about the dangers of doing that.

“We wanted to tell his personal story but also try to ensure that there was a level at which you understood why they couldn’t be open, that even in this moment where he’s finally telling the other ghosts his story, he never comes out and says it overtly because that would be too much for him as a character from that time.

“He says enough for them to know, and enough for him to feel unburdened but it’s in the fact that they’re using their first names which militarily they would never have done, and in the literal passing of the baton”.

The baton is a bonus reveal when fans learned that The Captain’s military stick wasn’t a memento of his career, but of Havers. As James suffers a fatal heart attack during a VE day celebration at Button House, Anthony rushes to his side and the stick passes from one to the other as they share a moment of tragic understanding.

“From really early on, we had the idea that anything you’re holding [when you die] stays with you. So it wasn’t just your clothes you were wearing, we had the stuff with Thomas’ letter reappearing in his pocket and so on. And the assumption being that it was something The Captain couldn’t put down, it felt so nice to be able to say it was something he didn’t want to put down.”

Rickard lists “Carpe Diem”, co-written with Ben Willbond, among his series five highlights. He’s pleased with the end result, praises Willbond’s performance, and loved being on set to see Button House dressed for the 1940s. He’s particularly pleased that a checklist of moments they wanted to land with the audience all managed to be included. “Normally something’s fallen by the wayside just because of the way TV’s made, it’s always imperfect or it’s slightly rushed, but it feels like it’s all there.”

Rickard and Willbond also knew by this point in the show’s lifetime, that they could trust Ghosts fans to pick up on small details. “Nothing is missed,” he says. “Early on, you’re always thinking, is that going to get across? But once we got to series five, there are little tiny things within corners of shots and you know that’s going to be spotted. Particularly in that very short exchange between Havers and the Captain. We worried less about the minutiae of it because you go, that’s going to be rewound and rewatched, nothing will be missed.”

The team were also grateful they’d resisted the temptation to tell The Captain’s story sooner. “We’d talked about it every series since series two, whether or not now was the time, but because he’s such a hard and starchy character in a lot of ways you needed the time to understand his softer side I think before you had that final honest beat from him.”

“What a ridiculously normal name to have so much weight put on it for five years,” laughs Rickard fondly. “Good old James.”

From Den of Geek

[aotearoa20]

Legolas: Why isn't the statue smirking at me?

Gimli : It isn't smirking at anyone. They’re all just imagining it.

Pippin: Three of us saw it, Gimli. How do you explain that?

Gandalf: (points at Frodo) Sleep deprivation. (points at Boromir) Paranoia. (points at Pippin) Delusional personality disorder.

[almayver]

The Wandee Godday set has lost the plot

[gt-ridel]

Has anyone done a pla au where Emmet figures out where Ingo went and approaches Arceus about it, and Arceus makes him a deal that if he agrees to aid and protect his chosen one he will be reunited with his twin, and Emmet agrees but instead of just sending him back in time like he thought, Arceus turns him into one of the three starter pokemon, and now he's got to figure out how to function as a level five cindiquil (or whatever, protags will always be Akari/Typhlosion to me, but whatever floats your boat). He can now speak to pokemon, but not to people, he has abilities he understands in a textbook sense, but not in practice, he's small and has stubby little paws instead of hands, and he has to somehow take care of a terrified, displaced child in a world where people are not nearly as kind and helpful as he is used to. (People helping each other seems to be a big cultural norm in most mainline pokemon games I think? Dunno. Covid brain)

I can't even imagine the turmoil he'd feel when Ingo finally shows up and he has to deal with the fact that, not only does Ingo not recognize him in his new form (which he had been somewhat prepared for) but his brother doesn't remember him at all.

Eventual happy ending of course, because I like those, but yeah. That's the idea.

Anyone done it yet?

[legendoftherisingtide]

I will probably write a whole essay about this later but,,

The fact AFO is attacking Bakugou with the language Bakugou would use to demean people. The way that the downfall of AFO would be the very attributes that Bakugou had to relinquish in order to beat him. The way that he is not only fighting the big bad but is also fighting his past. The way he is again sacrificing his everything to win and for Midoriya. The way he is hearing that he is an extra, that he is a nobody, all of the things he has told everyone else, and has not only accepted it but is embracing it: He is here to support Midoriya, he is the one who needs to get out of Midoriya's way, he is not the main character of this story. And he has wholeheartedly embraced that.

He has not only taken the hand of others and realized he can't do it alone but has found the strength in doing so.

He has learned that the world doesn't revolve around him. He has learned that he needs to know when to get out of someone's way.

But not for AFO. Bakugou will still never back down from a fight. He still will go down swinging. He will not move out of the way when it comes to an enemy.

But he has realized Midoriya isn't an enemy. Izuku never was.

[luvrodite]

in the garden, would you trust me? [618]

in the garden, you find solace. a moment of quiet after a hard week. cw. gn!reader, reader is referred to as 'pretty' but no physical/gendered descriptions. established relationship. fluff.

The end of a long week finds you in the garden. On the outskirts of it, anyway. You wander out of the house after dinner to catch your breath, feet clad in too large slippers that don't belong to you and crouching down to settle yourself on the front steps.

Twilight in the suburbs are pretty, this time of year, all cool blues and thin mists, air that feels cold in your lungs. Down the street, your neighbors' children squeal in their front yard, running circles around their new puppy, the little thing's barks echoing up your quiet street. You bring your knees to your chest and watch the fading dregs of the sunset, orange glows fading beneath the tops of the roofs to make way for indigo.

Inside your home, you can hear the gentle clink of dishes, the running water. The hum of the TV is low enough that you only hear a vague buzz beneath the clamour from down the street, but it's a comfort to you as you settle against the steps.

The flowers in your yard have been trimmed recently, yellow and orange blooms no longer hidden beneath thick bramble, standing proud amongst their siblings. The grass is soft, dewy from the light rainfall earlier, and you breathe in the smell of petrichor that lingers in the air. Probably, there'll be more of it to come.

You hope it'll wait a little, at least until you can get the laundry in. Maybe when you've slipped beneath the sheets – a soft patter to carry you into your dreams. The thought makes you smile, and this is how Jason finds you when he steps through the front door.

"Room for one more?"

You turn to glance up at him, two glasses of juice in his hand. "Depends on who's asking," you murmur teasingly, accepting the tumbler as he presses it into your hand, cool to the touch and perspiring slightly.

"Your husband, but I can tell him to bugger off if you'd rather spend time with me," he returns the quip and you let out a small giggle.

"You are very handsome," you muse, thoughtfully and he flashes you a smug grin. "But my husband is pretty tough."

"Sure, he's gotta be, to keep a pretty thing like you." His smile is easy, head tilted playfully.

That makes you break. Snorting, you wave him down. "Shut up and sit."

His shoulder presses against yours gently as he joins you, long legs stretching in front of him. Jason sets his glass beside him, leaning back on his palms.

"You alright, bug?" he murmurs, after some time. You hum. "Just checking. Looked a bit out of it at dinner."

You take a sip from your glass, letting the sweetness settle on your tongue. The sky continues to darken, and you know it's only a matter of time before the streetlights begin to flicker on.

"Just tired, love," you tell him, tilting into his side. "Missed you, this week."

"Yeah?" he asks, quietly, a hand coming up to press circles into the space between your shoulder blades. His voice is feather-light, and pleased at the thought. "I missed you, too."

Your smile stamps itself against his shoulder, lips brushing a gentle kiss through the fabric of his shirt. Nothing more remains to be said, quiet contentment hanging in the beams above you as the sun sets on your street.

You sit there until the lights begin to flicker on and he takes your hand, lead back inside knowing you'll finally find rest.

You go to bed with the smell of fresh linen under your nose, and the sound of rain at your window. In Jason's arms, you dream.

don't know what this is. a little sweetness after the mess of the apocalypse longfic, and also a chance to write something shorter, easier, breezier. i love domestic fluff, and i love jason, and i love suburban sunsets. i was driving through the streets today around sunset and it was so beautiful today and i felt extremely lucky to live in such a beautiful world with all its twilights and sunrises. i love you!

[becauseplot]

The recent announcement of the qsmp election event and q!philza confirming in canon that he is an anarchist kinda rattled something that's always been sort of spinning around in my brain: the fact that both c!emerald-duo (from DSMP) and q!philza (from QSMP) have had their lore tied in with the lore of the Antarctic Empire on SMPEarth. The thing about c!emduo and q!philza is that they are (as mentioned earlier) full-blown anarchists who vehemently oppose government in all its forms, but ae!emduo were, in fact, the co-leaders of an empire.

Now I don't actually know an awful lot about what went down on SMPE (from what I understand, it just sort of...ended?), but like, bear with me here---imagine SMPE is a world of actual empires: citizens, kings, soldiers, armies. A world capable of full-scale war. ae!Phil and ae!Techno are the leaders of one of the most powerful empires in all the land. Then, flash forward some years (decades? centuries?) later, and they're both anarchists completely disillusioned with government as a whole and actively fight against it when they see fit.

What happened? What happened between the birth of the Antarctic Empire and the beginning of the DSMP/QSMP that made them completely give that up and start to oppose what they once supported? 

Was it something they witnessed? One too many peaceful villages burned, one too many mangled bodies found beneath the rubble, one too many of their own men imprisoned, tortured for information, then left for dead?

Was it something that someone did to them? A beloved friend caught in the crossfire of a war; an ally they thought they could trust sticking a knife in their backs in an attempt to seize the Empire for themself; a foe that was simply too strong, too ruthless, too power-hungry to be defeated, much less reasoned with?

Or was it something that they did? Something they did that, for the first time, made their own stomachs turn. Made them question if it was all worth it. Made them realize that it never was. Were they ever at odds? One person begging that they halt their progress immediately while the other doubled down, insisting their actions were justified. Did they fight about it? Threaten the other with arrest for treason? Threaten to leave the other and never, ever look back?

What was the final straw? What makes an emperor become an anarchist?

[roguemonsterfucker]

Sirens but for spaceships where they tempt the crew into opening the airlocks and getting sucked into space

[koifsssh]

its funny, i dont think i have much to say on these! my brain fog has been particularly persistent lately, though i suppose i should just wait for it to pass...

i always want to lean into spooky or gory territory when it comes to Rainy, but i always get embarrassed, ( i may be cringe but i am free!!!) (but ahhh, sometimes i feel not so free...) (i always feel it may be edgy, but in a bad way...)

(cw: guts!)

"honey im home" is such a good song, im surprised i forgot about it! and this brush! i love it! your brain fills in the blanks for me!

i fear i may have grown obsessed with my own oc... bahhh, it wouldn't be the first time... (pensive)