#holly answers things

[morganaspendragonss]

Nice Ask Week, you have been granted extremely specific time travel powers ✨✨✨you can go back in time and give another season to a show that you think was cancelled too soon.  What show are you going back to save? ✨✨✨

ATLANTIS ATLANTIS ATLANTIS ATLANTIS

my bestie, my beloved. underappreciated in its time, it was thee tv show

ancient greek shenanigans!

too wacky for you? okay, how about this

this is pythagoras. he's desperately trying to find a way to save jason and hercules who are due to be executed in the brazen bull (probably the cruelest death at the time)

still not convinced?

gay! and no, they do not bury their gays! (this was in 2015 btw)

and if somehow you're still confused as to why i desperately want a show that was cancelled nearly 10 years ago back, please refer to this list of Actual Things That Happened in BBC Atlantis

tl;dr: bring back bbc atlantis 2k24

[groovinrightalong]

Baby Transmasc Mike headcanons (because I can)

-His mom always put his hair in braids to make it more manageable. Additional headcanon that he takes after his mom when it comes to hair and her hair (prior to coloring and product) is really curly and hard to tame

-When kids made fun of Will, Mike would take his jacket and fill the pockets with rocks so he could hit them

-He was called a lesbian a lot as a kid because he only hung around boys and was “too rough and mean for a little girl.” They got the gay part right, just in the wrong direction

-Lucas had a lil puppy crush on him when they first met. He would go and find cool rocks outside and give them to him (classic gay/bi experience)

-Dustin is actually the only one to have never had a crush on him (token straight behavior)

-He cut his hair super short with the Party’s help in that bathroom in his basement during one of their first DnD sessions. Didn’t grow it out again until he met Eddie

[livwritesstuff]

2003, established relationship, dads!steddie w/ 2yo daughter

The afternoon that Steve and Ed get a phone call that changes their life starts out with Steve at home alone, Ed having taken Moe to a park nearby for a while so Steve could have some time to go over his schedule of clients for the week and get all his notes organized.

He’s finished now, though, and working on throwing lunch together, and Ed’s pretty good with the timing of this kind of thing so he and Moe should be back any second.

Indeed, only a few minutes later, Steve hears the door open as Ed lets himself and Moe in.

“Bug, I promise I’m not trying to help you,” Ed is saying, and Steve can’t help a snort (the first month of Moe’s terrible twos had proven itself to be less terrible and more an ongoing debate over what she could and couldn’t do by herself; the second month is shaping up to be much of the same), “Maybe I just don’t want to watch you plummet back down the stairs we just spent five minutes walking up. Forgive me. You’re a very big girl and don’t ever need help with anything. Noted. Understood.”

A moment later, Moe barrels into the kitchen.

“Papa!” she exclaims, crashing into his legs.

Steve swings her up into his arms, and she immediately buries her face in the neckline of his t-shirt.

“You have fun?” he asks. He feels her nod against his shoulder, “You gonna take a long nap for daddy while I’m at work.”

She shakes her head.

“Weird — something tells me you might.”

Ed appears a few moments later.

“How was it?” Steve asks him.

“I spent twenty minutes watching that kid try to step onto the curb,” Ed replies with a grin, “She’s fantastic. How long until you have to head out?”

“Another hour or so,” he tells him as he sits Moe down in her booster seat at the kitchen table and runs a hand over her blonde hair (it’s just long enough to put into little pigtails now, which is so so cute, and Steve definitely sees bangs in her future once it gets a little longer).

“Excellent. How are we tricking the child into eating vegetables today?”

“There’s squash and cauliflower and the orange one she knows the name of in the mac and cheese sauce,” Steve replies. 

(With Moe’s vocabulary increasing exponentially, he and Ed are finding themselves speaking in weird vegetable-related code more and more while they decide how they’d like to navigate a phase of picky-eating she’d recently entered. Steve has been doing his best to sneak vegetables into as much of her food as he can get away with in the meantime, but he has a feeling that Moe might be catching on).

Once Moe is settled in with her lunch, Steve heads upstairs to get dressed for work and fix his hair. When he returns to the kitchen, he finds that the dishes have been cleared into the sink and Ed is using half a cookie to bribe Moe into telling him that the square root of nine is three — not because she actually understands the math, obviously (she’s only just started being able to differentiate one number from the next), but since she learned (memorized) one plus one equals two, Ed has been on a crusade to find the most complicated equation she could memorize the answer to. She now gives a confident Twelve in response to What’s three times four? and he’s apparently moved on to square roots (which might be too big a leap, Steve thinks, but only time will tell).

“Damn, Ed, if math was this important to you back in high school you might’a graduated on time,” he says, running a hand over Ed’s shoulders.

“Oh, fuck off. Do you know how much money Holly makes?” Ed asks, tipping his head back to look up at him, “Nancy told me how much money that kid makes. She’s twenty-three years old and making an absurd amount of money, Steve. Sue me for wanting our kid to develop some profitable proclivities.”

Steve shakes his head as he lifts Moe out of her seat, rescuing her from her dad’s flights of arithmetical fantasy.

When the phone rings (with the call that changes his and Ed’s life a second time), Steve is sitting on the ground with his back against the fridge watching as Moe plays with the colorful, plastic magnetic alphabet letters stuck to the stainless steel (“stainless my ass,” Ed had once muttered while trying to wipe Moe’s little fingerprints off the metal). Most of the letters have been shifted up to Steve and Ed’s eye level after months of spelling out multicolored messages to each other — currently, some of them are spelling buY mORe EgGs (Steve’s doing), with no fUck u (Ed’s) underneath.

Ed, standing at the sink and carefully scrubbing a cast-iron pan, is closer to the phone so he doesn’t hesitate to reach for it.

“Hey, this is Ed,” he says. A moment later, he turns and levels an eyebrow at Steve, “Oh, hi Lorraine. How’re you?”

There’s a pause, Ed’s face relaxing while he listens to Lorraine. After only a moment or two, his eyebrows shoot up.

“Oh…shit.” 

continue on A03

[slightlyrebelliouswriter23]

Jude seems like the person who would randomly come up to Cardan and say “kiss me you piece of shit” 💀💀💀

hmm canonically speaking, i'm not sure i really agree. not only does "piece of shit" not appear to be within the Faerie lexicon (their insults are much more creative), i can't think of a scenario in which Jude would sling around such heavy-handed insults before a romantic moment.

which isn't to say she doesn't get angry with Cardan. we all know she very probably does. i just don't think it's in her nature to mix anger/insults and romance.

when Jude is at her lowest low, when she is the angriest at Cardan she's ever been, the most she does is wheel around and slap him. she doesn't clock him, she doesn't tackle him to the ground or attempt strangulation. she doesn't even really use fighting words. it's a one-and-done slap, and it is certainly not a romantic moment.

Cardan on the other hand.... 👀 while "piece of shit" might not be something he'd actually say, he does canonically say "you're a dirty mortal liar" to Jude. which isn't exactly in a romantic moment, but is something i can very easily see being transposed onto one.

–Em 🖤🗡️

(p.s. if this was meant as a prompt for more writing, please tell me that explicitly in future asks! i might not agree with a canonical interpretation of this line, but that's not to say i wouldn't write something like this into a modern contemporary setting. this ask seemed like it could go either way, so an explicit request is very much preferred 🖤)

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[masterofmunson]

early congrats on 8k! That’s mind blowing, honestly, but you deserve every follower!!

for the celebration can I please request prompt 16 (“you really don’t see it, do you?”) w/ eddie munson?

- @theoreticslut

thank you, holly! this is for you <3

join my 8k celebration by requesting blurbs from this list!

...

You weren't necessarily shy. It just took a lot for you to open up to people, but once you did, you were loud and rambunctious with the people you cared about. You didn't feel the need to share your personality with all of Hawkins High like your best friend Eddie did, but sometimes it made you wish you were different.

You saw the way Eddie looked at Chrissy at lunch, in class, and in the halls. It was hard to ignore. Ever since she bought weed of him for her and her friends several months ago, Eddie had been pinning after her.

And he wasn't afraid to show his obvious affections towards her. Eddie would say hi to her every chance he got and would flirt with her shamelessly. You couldn't fault Chrissy for basking in his flirtatious advances. You would do the same if Eddie flirted with you.

But that was the problem. Eddie doesn't. You're his reserved best friend and that was it, no matter how much you wanted to be so much more. You hated how cliche you were. You fell in love with your best friend who has no romantic feelings for you whatsoever.

So you did what you do best, you started pushing Eddie away in order to protect your feelings. You made up excuses for not being able to hangout after school. You spoke only when necessary at Hellfire Club, and chose to sit at the far end of the table next to Jeff at lunch.

You thought because Eddie was so busy chasing after Chrissy Cunningham that he wouldn't notice. But you were wrong and underestimated Eddie's determination to figure out what was wrong with you.

It all came to a head when he cornered you in the student parking lot after school one day. Ever since you started to create distance between the two of you, you always booked it out of class when the day ended. You didn't want to spend another second around Eddie when all he wanted was to watch Chrissy practice on the football field every day. He beat you to your car and refused to let you leave.

"What is going on with you?" Eddie accused, crossing his arms over his chest as he stared at you.

"Nothing," you answered, attempting to reach behind him to open the driver's side door.

"Bullshit! We haven't hung out in weeks and it's like you want nothing to do with anymore. You don't talk to me. You don't sit next to me at lunch anymore. You won't answer my calls. What did I do?"

Your heart aches at the sound of his voice breaking. It wasn't his fault that you couldn't get a handle on your emotions for your best friend. He can't control who he has feelings for. You took the easy way out and hurt Eddie in the process.

Your shoulders sag and you sigh loudly before meeting his warm brown eyes. "You really don't see it, do you?"

"See what? I can't see anything if you won't talk to me," he bit back angrily.

"I love you, okay?!" you shouted, glaring at him. "And I know you don't see me in the way I want you to, which is fine because it isn't your fault. But seeing you pin after and flirt with Chrissy hurts, okay? It's why I've been acting weird. Chrissy is pretty and popular and everything I'm not."

Tears coat your cheeks as you embarrassingly wipe them away. You felt pathetic and stupid and now you were bracing for Eddie's rejection. You should've just made something up. Now you're going to lose your best friend.

You tear your eyes away from him and sniffle quietly as you wait for Eddie to inevitably reject you and destroy your friendship all in one fell swoop.

"You're wrong, y'know," he murmured, taking a step towards you.

You roll your eyes at Eddie between your tears. "Eddie, c'mon. I see the way you look at her. You don't have to lie to me. I'm a big girl. I can handle the rejection if that's what you're worried about."

Eddie gently tugs your hands away from your face and tugs a loose strand of hair out of your face. He smiles softly at you and wipes away your tears. "Have I ever lied to you? The only reason I've been hanging around her is to try and get over my feelings for you. I figured if I put my attention on someone else, the feelings I have would pass."

Your eyes widen at his admission. It makes your heart race and your palms sweat. "W-What?" you stuttered in disbelief.

Eddie grins and nods his head. "Mhm," he hummed, "I love you."

Your mouth drops and Eddie's laughter fills your ears. Your brows pinch together as you try to come up with a reply. Eddie's nose brushes against yours and you swallow hard. "I swear to god, if you're punking me I will—"

Eddie cuts you off with a tender kiss as his mouth meshes with yours. The gasp that escapes your throat vibrates against Eddie's lips and he grins, holding the side of your face. "Does this prove you wrong?" he whispered.

You pull away and lick your lips, meeting his eyes. "I think... I think you need to kiss me again just to be sure."

Eddie laughed again, pulling you in for another kiss.

[bythenineshards]

WAIT wait wait wait Feyre can shift into an 'illyrian form'?? What does that mean? Sorry, I've never read acotar, I've only seen Feyre's illyrian form mentioned here and there, but never really understood what it meant until now.

Does she just get the wings? Or does her skin/hair darken too? Either way it sounds so wrong. Imagine being an illyrian woman and seeing this white high fae lady fly around in wings just like the ones clipped from your back. And they were clipped because the most powerful high lord is too busy getting off to an image of his future child to do anything. And doesn't Rhysand hate illyrians (calling the males mindless brutes and the females plain and unattractive) despite being half illyrian himself (also a disgusting plot line but that's for another time). Why would SJM think this was a good idea? How did this get past her editors and publishers???

Yeah... it's so bad. She really needs to think these things through.

I think it started as just the wings but then she needed a conflict that revolved around Feyre to finish Nesta's story so she pulled this out of her ass without thinking about it for more than two seconds. So now she altered her entire form for it. And yes, it's gross. On all the levels. She does this a lot but this one stood out to people as being particularly heinous. She likes to go back on things and pretend they were something else. It usually works on her Stans (See Tamlin retcons) because they're used to believing what she tells them to think.

Have you seen the size of her books? There is no editor.

Smaller part of this, a writing/world-building thing. If Feyre can't have an Illyrian baby in her High Fae form then she and Rhys shouldn't be mates. If the magic of mates is supposed to bring two people together to make perfect babies (again shudder) and Illyrian/High Fae is incompatible in the birthing hips department, then they wouldn't be mates. Nesta and Cassian wouldn't be mates. Feyre and Rhys wouldn't be mates. Even if Rhys is only half, the wing gene would likely still be there. Why would they be mates if there's a big chance the babies would die and kill the mother? It makes no sense.

I'll swallow tide pods if it's mentioned once that Cassian and/or Rhys admire their mate's walk due to their new Illyrian Birthing Hips.

[man-monsters-and-aliens]

HEY DUDE IT’S JACK’S MONTH WHY NO JACKPOSTING

OMG YOU'RE RIGHT I FORGOR

they're 🎃🍍🍈 gonna eat all your candy 🍭🍬🍫

[hollypies]

TOMMY i got a controller for my switch now, it's a gamecube controller and now i don't know how to play hollow knight anymore and i don't know the buttons enough to try for a long enough time. might try tonight and tomorrow though!

YIPEE! GOODLUCK!! I can only play with. A controller. I tried to play hk on pc and I couldn't get past gruzz mother. I.. am not good with keyboards

[piningprecussionist]

Welcome back to Toronto!!

Thanks. Sorry for the slow reply; I made the mistake of stopping by the apartment and ended up having my time monopolized by Stills and my roommates...

It's already exhausting being here again, but at least it's less dull, that's for sure.

[supercantaloupe]

my brain is very gone. i cannot read questions but i wanna participate. what’s your fav kind of tea? how do you take your tea?

ooh i love a lot of types of tea so i could never pick a single favorite. i'd say for a single (though often large) cup of hot tea my preference is usually for something strong and fruity. i like herbal blends with hibiscus, peaflower, rosehip etc and/or dried fruit pieces, although this year i've really been enjoying a couple of fruity white or green tea/herbal blends. i love these hot and either unsweetened or with just a drop of honey. this is also usually what i take in my thermal mug to campus bc it doesn't easily suffer from overbrewing so i can brew it in the morning at 9am and have a still-hot cup of tea to drink in rehearsal at 6pm. although occasionally i'll take something black to drink as a single cup; my preference is usually for something strong and spiced, with a bit of cream and lightly sweetened. but if i'm sitting down for an hour or two and enjoying a whole pot of tea, i'm usually drinking either one of the fruit/tea blends or i'm drinking an oolong, no sweetener. i have this WONDERFUL oolong in my cabinet right now from a regional teashop i love that's scented with grape and blackberry and it's got the most well rounded, juicy body to it -- if i had to pick a single favorite it might be that but it's expensive and small batch so i try to save it for when i can really sit down and enjoy it.

as for iced teas: love a cold fruity or hibiscus tea, barely sweet; black tea, strong and lightly sweet, especially with milk (a la boba shop milk tea or chai latte); LOVE an arnold palmer (half unsweet tea/half lemonade); and whatever the hell they put in diet snapple, i could go through cases of that shit all by myself in no time flat.

basically the only teas i don't really like are anything minty, chamomile, and plain green teas and matcha. although i'm recently becoming a convert to the joys of jasmine tea. besides it just tasting good what i love about tea is that there's just So Much out there that there's always something new to try and fall in love with

[morganaspendragonss]

Sorry , WHAT ????? DAN AND PHIL GAMES IS BACK ???? WHAT ???WHO POSTED THAT ??? WHERE ??? I have questions

SO.

at 6pm (uk time) i get this notification:

and i’m like. okay. sad but it’s nice they’re posting a goodbye video instead of leaving it like they did.

and it’s just a nice little video seemingly putting the gaming channel to rest

THEN

PLOT TWIST OF THE FUCKING CENTURY

DIL HOWLTER CLIMBS OUT OF HIS COFFIN THE SCREEN GOES BLACK AND

crying screaming wailing etc i am in a genuine state of shock and questioning everything i thought i knew

[heartofspells]

I want Snupin. Post-prank aftermath. Rated E either for hot smut or for graphic gore or preferably for both.

Enjoy!!

You did this on purpose and I no longer like you as much as I did.

BUT. I did it my way, so ha! Enjoy your smut, you wretched woman.

It wasn't meant to be this way. As much as Remus had wanted to trust what Dumbledore said, believe all of James' pretty words about promised silence and kept secrets, he couldn't. He'd had to take matters into his own hands, because no one else could ever know. He'd fought too hard for all he had. He'd only meant to buy Snape's partial loyalty.

It had backfired on him.

Remus hadn't expected the supreme level of understanding that had risen from what had been essentially a business arrangement. Two souls battered beyond comprehension, but they'd both seen as much as they could. It wasn't love, nothing close or ever resembling it. It just was.

And for Remus, it was a way to get the smallest piece of what he'd wanted and would never have now.

Sirius had done this, Remus' friend, the one who had been the first to promise to keep Remus' most important secret held close, the one who'd started them down the path to the Animagus transformations in a bid to help, or so he'd claimed. Sirius, the boy Remus had watched flaunt around the school like a king, head held high always, nearly untouchable. He doesn't understand and he never will, no matter how hard he tries.

Sirius still saunters around the castle, unaffected, brushing the incident that had almost ruined Remus forever away like a meddlesome fly, just a thing, unimportant. And Remus is angry, but he can't show it, can't ever let it into the light. Except like this.

They meet in old classrooms never used for more than storage, sometimes in hidden passageways in the middle of the night. On a few rare occasions, they've even gone to the shack, the other's sallow face mocking as he stares around at the gouged floorboards and shredded walls, but Remus doesn't let it linger, pinning him down, hand around his throat, trailing down, sending robes off his body, fluttering to the obliterated boards below. His teeth claim in a way the wolf's hadn't had the chance, Remus still feeling it even now, after all this time, a feeling that never fades or eases, only becoming worse.

Snape is loud in a way Remus would have never expected, but still patronizing. Remus ignores it, blocks out the sounds and the words, always turning him over, never watching his face, only the line of his spine, the cascade of his dark hair, picturing something else, someone else as his fingers wind into it, tugging with force, bending his body, Remus' hips thrusting forward with hard intent. It's almost cathartic, pounding another into submission, imagining another dark head, a paler throat extending for the taking, and Remus takes, lets the beast inside him rage and turn feral in these hidden moments.

His hands stroke cruelly, ignoring the desperate pleas that fall from a mouth he doesn't want to see but needs all the same. It's a punishment, one that will never be enacted on the person that truly deserves it, so Remus releases his rage on a not entirely innocent bystander instead, molds himself to that back that presses into his chest, fills in words with a different voice and then snarls to silence it.

He returns to the common room, the dorm, the Great Hall every time, looks into that cocky, nearly smug face, and says nothing, only smiling in return as he plots his next round of justice in silence.

[anonymouspuzzler]

Which is your favorite normal level song in Side Order? Not gonna ask about the entire soundtrack because like. It still hasn’t even been a week yet

well i forgot to answer this until Much After a week but !! the whole soundtrack slaps but i particularly like all the boss themes. they're so cool and I love the way they incorporate samples in the actual vocal clips they're so cool

[slightlyrebelliouswriter23]

Do you think Oak will truly become king? What would "redeem" him as a character for you?

i think, eventually, he will become king of one place or another. if not king of Elfhame, then certainly king to Suren's queen of the Court of Teeth, or possibly both.

i still think about that line from the prophecy:

"Only out of his spilled blood can a great ruler rise."

and i have recently wondered if this part of the prognostication is truly about Cardan, as we are led to believe, or if it could be about another heir to a throne. if it is about Cardan, i expect he will have to do something truly great before he passes the crown on, meaning at the very least the whenabouts of Oak's ascension are still unclear.

in terms of redemption for Oak, i'm a simple woman. i just want to see that boy humbled. the very act of Suren bridling him was a humbling one (though i wouldn't mind seeing him writhe in the depths of despair a little while longer).

to put it simply, Suren is his only redemption. only out of his spilled blood can a great ruler rise.

–Em 🖤🗡️

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[immortal-saccharin-swan]

*Infects hollyberry with low-quality for 10 asks*

"Oh boy-"

*low quality crunch sound effect*

[bythenineshards]

I don’t understand author lady’s whole mates thing. I have seen and read better soul mate plots better than hers. Hers is creepily forced and just gross and sounds like a creepy breeding program. Like we even see it with rice man’s parents and Tamlin’s parents. All her mates but didn’t really love each other. Then with F/eyre and Rice man and Nesta and c/assian, Nesta and F/eyre have to physically change their bodies to have their mates babies, like clearly they weren’t equal with their mates in every way.

I didn't forget about you, Anon!

I've never been a big fan of soul mates but like most tropes, if it's done well, I'll like it in that instance alone. On the whole, I'd rather the characters fall in love in a sweet realistic way based on mutual understanding and common interests. I'm so boring, I know.

You're absolutely right about how Maas uses the Fated Mates trope. I feel like some things don't need to be over explained. Sometimes if you answer too many questions you're left with midi-chlorians or more plot holes than you had before. Why did it have to be a weird baby making compatibility thing to make super spawn? Why couldn't it be the person who The Mother sees making you the happiest? An immortal life is long. The Mother doesn't want you to spend eternity alone.

All of her couples give me the ick. Too many abusive and toxic relationships. Even the ones she wants you to see as healthy and as "Goals" are paper thin, mostly sex based and toxic. And like... I see people contributing the problem to the tropes she uses but I don't believe that. Like the young human woman with the centuries old being trope. The problem isn't the trope. It's how it's being utilized. If you make her older than 19, like 25+ and give her a good support system, life and friendships outside of the relationship and not make him overly powerful to the point that Rhys is, then you have a pretty good foundation. You can explain things like "Fae age slower than humans due to their longer lifespans" and that compensates for his age being in the hundreds while still behaving like a Frat Boy.

I just don't understand who would fantasize about a dude saying he's "shackled to you" or taking away your bodily automony. Like... I like some pretty weird shit but in all of that weird shit I like, I've never written about a love interest degrading the woman he supposedly loves by telling her she's a burden to him and he resents the fact she's his soul mate. Or he knows better than her and shouldn't know something important about her own body. That to me doesn't sound like love.