#i also maybe wrote this because i was mad i didn't get a picture of it

[wandering-aloneo-o]

a little thing about the weather i wrote because the weather this morning was very weather-like

the sun wasn't up yet, but the sky was still a lightish blue.

the clouds in the east, that were above and behind the mountain, were a bright, deep red underneath, and it looked almost like red lightning.

in the north, it was raining, and the red light caught on parts of the rain too, looking like the valley was being drenched in blood in some places. the north rain clouds were also occasionally spotted with lightning.

there was also rain in the south, but most of it couldn't be seen due to the mountain.

there was a large chunk of empty sky in the west and above us, but it was spotted with a few clouds here and there.

after a while, the red had completely faded from the dark blue clouds, and they were instead becoming golden at the tops.

you could see the changing colors of the leaves on the east mountains, and on the south mountain chunk too.

[jgracie]

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ CALL ME MAYBE?

↳ part one!

ferrari driver!percy jackson x fem!reader

masterlist | rules

on the radio . . . call me maybe (carly rae jepsen)

an i remembered i wrote that other blurb and so i decided to write a part 2 for it!!!

"y/n, you have to call him!" your friend said for the nth time as you started down at the number you typed into the keypad on your phone app, ready for you to hit that bright green call button

ever since you told her about what happened between you and the mystery man the two of you now dubbed PJ, she'd been begging you to call him - mostly because she was mad you passed up the opportunity to get free formula one tickets, but also because to her, this was a 2000s romcom in the making. you personally didn't see it, since he was just some rich guy you drove home one night, nothing more. she, however, was convinced this was the universe delivering your soulmate to you

huffing, you turned around on your bed, now laying on your back and staring at the ceiling, your phone no longer in your hand and instead right next to you. rookie mistake

as soon as she saw that you let go of your phone, your friend grabbed it and called the number you’d typed in. you were too busy thinking about whether or not to call PJ to notice this happening, only snapping out of your thoughts once he’d already picked up and your friend had begun talking

“oh, i’m layla! but this isn’t my phone, i’m talking from my friend’s phone!” your jaw dropped as you watched her converse with your mystery man - you didn’t think he’d actually pick up if you did decide to call

meanwhile, percy was confused. he was pretty good at hiding personal information, how did a fan manage to find his personal phone number? he wracked his brain for an explanation when the memory of that night hit him like a truck

"wait, are you the one who drove me home?" he asked, his heart beating as fast as the ferrari car he was known for

"no, that would be my friend, y/n!" layla replied, grinning and wiggling her eyebrows at you, "oh, you wanna talk to her? sure!" despite your protests, she put percy on speaker before handing you the phone. you opened your mouth but nothing came out. luckily, percy decided to start the conversation for you

"hi, i'm glad you saw the paper i left in your car. what took you so long?" he asked, a smile making its way onto his lips. it had been a week since he took his chances with you and every day that passed without a call from a mystery number made him more and more worried that you hadn't seen the slip of paper or, even worse, you didn't care to call

you giggled, and percy wished he had this call recorded so he could go back and listen to that sound forever, "sorry, i was really nervous, to be completely honest. its not every day some random guy jumps into your car in the middle of the night, gets you to drive him home and then leaves his number in your car."

percy's eyebrows furrowed at your use of the phrase 'random guy'. when you hadn't acted as a fan usually would, he assumed you either were too frightened to recognise him or that you were pretending to be oblivious out of politeness

"wait... do you not know who i am?" he asked. he hated sounding arrogant, but he couldn't help it - meeting someone who liked you for you and not the money or fame was very rare for a guy like percy

"no? am i supposed to? you didn't introduce yourself or anything, i just know your initials are PJ..." you mumbled, hoping you didn't forget anything from your interaction as it'd be awfully embarrassing

"it's fine," he replied, "i'm percy jackson—" before he could continue, layla, who'd been listening to your conversation the entire time, gasped and snatched the phone from your hands

"like the f1 driver percy jackson? is that why you offered her tickets? can we still get them?" she bombarded the poor guy with questions then, turning to you, she said, "why didn't you tell me the guy you drove home was the percy jackson? i showed you pictures of him before, you should've known!"

taking your phone back from her, you said, "do i look like i'd remember the name and face of some guy who drives cars for a living?" then, you left your room and headed to the kitchen, deciding that was enough humiliation for one day

"i'm sorry about her, she's like, a huge fan of yours," you said, hoping this didn't ruin the slim chances you had with percy. to your surprise, he laughed. before hearing this, you didn't think it was possible for a mere laugh to make you blush

wiping a stray tear from his eye, percy said, "its alright, i'm used to it... just a guy who drives cars for a living, though? i'm hurt, y/n. i thought we built a special connection that night!"

you rolled your eyes and smiled at this, "you'll need to do a lot more than get me to drive you home to build a connection with me, car boy."

"okay then, where do you live?" he asked, catching you off-guard, "let me drive you somewhere this time, i am the professional after all."

well, maybe layla was right all along

[20dollarlolita]

If anyone is wondering, this tutorial to make this skirt is still a method that works. Both those links are from wayback machine captures from a time before Photobucket betraying us all and deleting pictures.

Yes, I'm still mad about that.

Anyway, in the spirit of seeing if budget lolita was still doable in 2023, here we go with a cost breakdown:

>Main skirt fabric was a $10 walmart 4-yard precut; enough fabric to make waist ties not pictured here >Skirt is fully lined with a polyester bedsheet I got for $1 at a surplus store >The bow lace was part of a bulk purchase, ended up costing 21cents a yard. Skirt probably has 6-8 yards of lace on it. The little vertical strips were scraps from another project. Back shirring on skirt is 1/4" elastic, which covid conveniently made super cheap. >I didn't have the zipper on hand, so I had to buy one for $1 at walmart. As anyone who has been on Wawak knows, that's massively overpaying for zippers.

This skirt is 3" longer and a few sizes larger than the one in the post. I had to make a new cutting layout for the skirt, and it took a fair bit of additional fabric. In addition, to save on fabric width, the "side seams" on this are actually a little bit farther back than the side of the skirt. I cut the back of the skirt to full fabric width, and then added the adjustment for the fullness into the side front pieces. Clarice, who wrote the original tutorial, mentions that the person she made it for was very small, so I sized it up a little bit.

I make sketches like this as I go for personal reference, but maybe it'll be helpful.

In the spirit of livejournal, I "clarified" my sketch by making it more confusing in GIMP. (Your pieces you need to cut will be back: 44"x19.5", cut 1. Side Front, 22"x19.5", cut 2. Center Front, 15"x25.5", cut 1. Frills, 5.5"x44", cut 9 or 10).

So, when we get into it, yeah, if you have a good design (or can copy a good design) and you're willing to put some time into it, you can still do a budget lolita skirt for under $20 of materials, if you're careful. I'm mostly making this post to save which archive.org captures are the ones with working pictures.

(It also helps if you don't mess up on the waistband so many times that it slowly shrinks into a 1" waistband.)

Fun fact: the trim on the ends of the waist ties may or may not be because I hemmed them sloppily and the hem came up bubbly, and zigzagging some lace onto the bottom handily covered up the bubbling. One of the advantages about knowing a decent amount about lolita fashion is that you can look at things and go, "Yeah, if I added x here, it'd be fine," and knowing enough about sewing to go, "yeah, if I do x cheat here, it'll look better" and being able to put the two together and go, "hey, if I cheat here, it'll still look lolita!" It's a good feeling.

Anyway, if anyone else has ever used Clarice's tutorial to make a skirt, I'd love to see it! This is my second time using it, but the last time was almost a decade ago at this point, and I think I've improved a lot since then.

[kimetsu-chan]

The Painter and the Muse

A/N: dude I love torturing Dazai sometimes, he’s not tragic enough in my eyes. This was heavily inspired by this headcanon/drabble I wrote, and this art by @drlqra (title was also inspired by their work, go check it out, its freaking awesome) (Some parts might not be accurate to canon, and I apologize for that)

TWs⚠️: mentions of death, panic attack(?), lmk if I missed anything^^

Dazai wasn’t quite sure when it started, but the sense of disarray had begun to overtake and cloud his mind. At first, he believed it was because he didn’t think he deserved the job Taneda offered him. Him? Working as a detective? After all the things he’d done?

But as time went on and as Dazai lived under the radar for longer and longer, he realized it was something entirely different. The feeling of something being so vastly wrong persisted, even when he grew accustomed to the idea of working in the light.

It didn’t strike Dazai that Oda could be the center of this… wrongness, that he could be the cause of Dazai’s distress.

It didn't hit him. Until it did, like a brick. He had been lying on his motel bed with his head hanging off the side, staring at Oda’s coat that was hanging off the back of a chair when it did.

What… did Oda even look like?

The revelation that he couldn’t even recall the face of his best friend, the man he was doing this all for, made him startle, and badly at that. He felt the hair on his arms begin to rise as he stared blankly at the coat. He didn’t feel like he could move; he couldn’t think, which scared him. He relied so heavily on his brain that the moment he couldn’t properly use it anymore, he quickly spiraled into panic.

And boy, was this one of the worst panic attacks he’s had in a while. Wh—how could he forget what Oda looked like?! How could he let that happen!?

Dazai hastily sprung up from his position and desperately reached for Oda’s coat. He felt like he had just committed the worst crime in existence, and maybe it was to Dazai. In his panicked daze, he wanted nothing more than to see Oda again. Not only because he missed him so terribly, but to reassure himself that he could remember his face.

The distraught boy draped the beige coat over his shoulders and hugged it so very tightly to his body as he moved to ball himself up in the nearest corner.

He bounced his leg rapidly, but the stimulation did nothing to calm his increasingly disturbed mind. Oh god, oh why, why why why? He didn’t even have the pictures they took in the bar the last time he, Oda, and Ango were together as friends; why didn’t he push to keep at least one?!

Dazai stared blankly and silently at the floor, trying to process why exactly he could remember. Oh, he hated this so much; he didn’t want to forget him.

Not for the first time, he wanted Oda back. He wanted him to tell Dazai it was okay and that he wouldn't be mad if he couldn’t remember him. But no, Oda was dead, and Dazai would never get his reassurances again.

Dazai wanted to snap out of it; the logical part of his brain was screaming at him to get a grip already. But the emotional part, which he’d worked so hard to tame, just ran rampant. Dazai couldn’t explain how much this hurt him; it destroyed him, like he was being eaten alive from the inside out.

He felt like this was the worst punishment he could have been given for all his wrongdoings, and maybe he deserved it. But wasn’t this too cruel a consequence? Even for him…?

He knew that, logically, there had to be some sort of solution; there just had to be, but finding a solution felt impossible for his overwhelmed mind.

He gave the idea of trying for a fix to his problem another go once he had regained control over his panic and had calmed down. He wracked his brain, frantically trying to think of anything. He couldn’t do photography, because, again, Oda wasn’t here, and he refused to go to Ango for the pictures. He’d live for the rest of time before he asked for anything from that man.

What solutions did that leave him, really? He couldn’t ask if anyone knew him, being a mafia member, Oda’s identify would be unknown to almost everyone.

So that left one last option. Art. Music, drawing, anything in the genre. But painting stood out the most to him, because paintings were always beautiful. And if he could preserve Oda in beauty, he’d be happy.

See, the problem wasn’t that Dazai forgot every single aspect of Oda’s appearance, it was that he couldn’t piece the individual features together.

He remembers the exact shade of auburn Oda’s hair was, he could picture every eyelash on his eye, but together it felt like a giant mess of blurred colors and shapes.

So maybe, just maybe, he could figure out how to perfectly paint his dear friend’s features, and figure out how to put the pieces together like a puzzle.

He needed to remember again, it’d kill him if he didn’t. He would do anything to remember. He spent the little money he had on canvases, paintbrushes, and paints of the highest quality he could afford. Anything he couldn’t afford, he just stole.

He was going to perfect the art of painting Oda to preserve his memory, and perfect it he did.

Atsushi thought it was odd, it perplexed him. Dazai didn’t seem to be the type of person to enjoy painting of all hobbies. Sure, he saw mini canvas with sceneries that held more than twice the effort than Dazai put into his work, but painting seemed like something so much tamer that he’d envision Dazai doing?

Well, at least Dazai enjoyed it. Or, he seemed to, at least.

Atsushi had only been to Dazai’s apartment a handful of times, and to say it was cluttered was an understatement. Not only was it filled with empty bottles of alcohol and canned crab, the entirety of one corner of Dazai’s room was absolutely littered with paint and artistic mediums alike.

Paint, brushes, pencils, charcoal, pastels, you name it.

But what far outnumbered any other item in the cramped room were canvases. Filled canvases, of the same person, over and over again.

Atsushi often wondered who that person was, what the name of the gentle looking muse that filled every inch of Dazai’s small, artistic space was. Whenever he asked, Dazai would gush about the paintings, but would never once identify the strange man. Atsushi figured it to be a touchy subject, so he eventually stopped asking.

It wasn’t until he found Dazai at a grave, sketching out a new painting of the same figure, that he realized the connection.

Maybe, painting would be good for Dazai.

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@muichirolover14 @midnightmah07

[shanastoryteller]

same anon and I’m just curious—- are you a fan of barnet newman?

(even if you’re not, you write beautifully about it)

mmmmmm fan is probably a strong word, at least it would have been before i wrote the fic. i actually only knew who’s afraid of red, yellow, and blue iii before writing ta'burni, i didn't even know the print in the iron man 2 was a newman before i googled it. i sort of went backwards with this

i thought that scene of tony taking down the art to replace with iron man pop portrait and pepper getting mad would be better if it was metaphorical. so i decided that the art would be something meaningful between pepper and tony and him taking it down to replace was something pepper would see as tony putting iron man before them and everything they've been through together and tony would see it as him accepting that his legacy was going to be iron man and the merchant of death and not any sort of family he could build with pepper because the palladium was going to kill him before he got that chance. and then i googled what the print was and did some research into newman to see what i could make out of this. luckily, it was newman, so he lends himself to the sort of metaphor i needed rather well. and then i didn't even include that scene in the fic rip

that being said, i do like his work a lot, and i like what he was trying to do and what he was trying to say and how that expressed itself in his pieces. i think a lot of modern/abstract art is context reliant and now that i have context i am a fan

i'm probably about to make an ass of myself here, because i really have zero qualifications to have any opinions about art besides that occasionally i like to look at it. i haven't even taken an art history course

i think a huge barrier to people being able to really appreciate modern art is that society is heavily reliant on self contained art and it's the kind pretty much everyone has experience with. with books and movies and music, they are designed to stand on their own. context never hurts, and can add, but the understanding and enjoyment of these mediums should not be context dependent. if they are, then these works are considered bad. it's a sign of bad artistry to require context in these mediums

then there's, you know, fields and portraits and depictions of history and myth. context always adds, but you can look at almond blossoms or saturn devouring his son and you see a complete picture. you can appreciate artistry without any understanding of what's being depicted or why and knowing why doesn't even necessarily improve the experience. is almond blossoms a different piece now that i know it was intended for a nursery? to some, maybe, but to most, no.

so you have modern art, abstract art, performance art, ect, and you need context. context is half the piece. sometimes the whole piece. it's like seeing two earthlings without knowing the title and going, yeah, that's a nice painting, and then seeing the title and getting that little oh of connection to a species that's been dead for longer than humanity has been alive. and that's not even abstract art! that's a painting fully capable of standing on it's own merits even without the gut punch of context

portrait of ross in la is incomprehensible without knowing that ross died of aids. unfinished painting (1989) is something you can look at and go, okay, that's a piece of art, but without the context that it's basically a the self portrait of keith haring's life, also cut short by aids, do you really understand the art? is it hitting?

is tableu i anything more than straight lines and crayola color paint if you don't go a little deeper and go, maybe this is the start to every artist's journey, maybe this is every stray thought i corral and put into place and attempt to explain?

i think a lot of people stop at "i don't get it" and then shy away because either they think the art is bad or that they're stupid and they want nothing to do with either. but "i don't get it" should prompt exploration, it should prompt a search for explanation. not only in art, but in life. "i don't get it" in history, art, politics, science should always be the start of a journey, not a destination, but a lot of the most commonly consumed art accidentally trains people to reach "i don't get it" and give up

newman is so earnest with his work that i even if i hated every single one of his lines then i could still not help but love it

i do wish that instead of trying (and miserably failing) to restore who's afraid of red, yellow, and blue iii they had just let it hang, destroyed, all three slashes on prominent display

shakespeare's soliloquies were originally a type of call and response, because back in the day audiences were not as quiet and well behaved as they are today

the audience heckling the actors were no more authors than the guy who vandalized newman's work is an artist

however, that being said

who's afraid of red, yellow, and blue? this massive canvas of mostly red calls out

the response: three long slashes, rage and fury and fear in every one of them

claiming bravery, but proving cowardice

and it would have been better than letting some idiot go over it with a damn paint roller

[ikamigami]

So what if I told y'all that this is actually a "Moon's paranoia" arc? And what if showrunners hint that Sun will try to help or reach out to Eclipse behind Moon's back.. and they hint that with Moon's words that he trust Sun?

Cause let me tell you something. I've watched many shows and movies to know that this line reminds me of that type of foreshadowing in which one character says "we'll meet again" but they never had the chance to meet again because that other character dies. You know what I mean, right?

So with Moon saying that he trusts Sun - it's not the first time when he says that btw cause he told Earth that he trusts Sun with his life - and Moon being more and more paranoid, I have a heavy suspicion that Moon will stop trusting even Sun..

But ofc it won't be like that that Moon will abandon Sun or anything like that.. He most definitely will be mad at Sun.. but I think that this is what may lead to Moon locking Sun on the island..

Moon really acts paranoid. Some of you may not believe me but what Moon is doing is something that paranoid person would do. What I mean is that Moon devides what informations he shares with whom. No one receives full picture. Only Moon holds all the cards all the time.

Cause look at what he did. He decided to not tell any info to Solar at the moment, right? He did the same thing with not telling anything to Sun and Lunar before. But he eventually told them everything, right? Yes and this is another thing that hints to Moon being paranoid.. because he is the one who always shares things with others. It let's him feel in control of situation.

"Everything is fine as long as I keep my finger on the pulse"..

Getting back to Moon locking Sun on the island. Moon would obviously think that this would be the best for Sun. To keep Sun safe. Even from Sun himself.. or maybe especially from Sun himself.. because remember what I wrote in this post !

I think that everything is adding up nicely. Like many people were wondering about the purpose of Evil Sun's appearance in the show, thinking that maybe he's behind Eclipse's return. But it doesn't make any sense because E Sun doesn't have any agenda to meddle with our dimension. There weren't given any hints that our dimension has anything to offer to E Sun (yet, obvi lol)..

That's why I think that they made Moon go there so he could get paranoid for legit reasons and not out of the blue. Also it's important to do a good build up for rising paranoia in character for it to be more believable..

And most of the time paranoia is piling up before it'll reach a critical point when person snaps and starts doing things that endangers their and their family lives. It never starts right off the bat..

Paranoia is no joke. It messes with your mind badly.. especially if you feed your paranoid thoughts!

I'm saying that from personal experiences. I'm still struggling with paranoid thoughts. Who's read that one post of mine then knows what I'm talking about 😅

Also it might be actually just like @nightixx (hope you don't mind that I tagged you) said in one of their posts that Moon is probably realising to what lengths Sun is willing to go to protect his family. Maybe Moon actually sees that Sun can and would probably put himself in danger in order to keep his family safe. And maybe Moon actually suspect Sun to act behind his back and maybe even he may suspect that Sun may try to give Eclipse a chance just like he did with BM.

Cause Moon isn't stupid. He might not be the best with reading emotions etc but I won't doubt that he is quite observant. Like even Old Moon was noticing that something was wrong with Sun but unfortunately he didn't do much to help.

I think that New Moon is probably noticing that something is wrong with Sun as well. But unlike Old Moon he'll do something about it. He'll keep Sun safe no matter what. And why I think that Moon may be suspecting that Sun may try to give Eclipse a chance? Because I think that in Moon's eyes Sun is too nice, too naive, too stupid - he learned that in Ruin's dimension when Sun wanted to help that dimension so badly and he learned that with how Sun tried to give BM a chance.. Both of these situations were dangerous and yet Sun was willing to help and act on his kindness even if it meant endangering himself.. Moon sees that. I think that Moon realises that Sun is the biggest threat to himself...

Also I think that it's very possible that Moon may suspect that Sun will act behind his back because Sun already lied to him about that whole being a conduit for star's power thing which like Moon said was killing Sun every day..

And important thing to note is that paranoia may induce a hypervigilance in someone. Which explains why someone who is paranoid plans things in advance and with suspicion that others will break their trust.

Old Moon was paranoid af.. and we can see that New Moon starts becoming more and more paranoid as well...

But like I said it'll most definitely end up with Moon restricting Sun's freedom in order to prevent him from endangering himself. Which I'm afraid will lead to a tragedy.

[thegeminisage]

wow it is star trek update time. last night we watched ds9's "blood oath" and tng's "journey's end," which is one of the strongest quality ricochets we've had yet.

blood oath (ds9):

okay, so the summary said "three klingon legends" but what i didn't realize is that they were all REAL KLINGONS FROM THE ORIGINAL SERIES

i have to pain this picture for you, whoever is reading this. the three klingons in this episode appeared in "errand or mercy" "the trouble with tribbles" and "day of the dove." like, they really came back to reprise their roles almost 30 years later. i'm going to paste a picture but uhtw 60s blackface

now, if you're a tos viewer, you may recognize that fella in the middle as also having played the titular squire of gothos in. "squire of gothos." now, as an episode, i find "squire of gothos" to be pretty mid, but there is one specific scene that really did something for me. to me? it did something TO me. what it did to me was send me off the fucking deep end, i wish i could convey the depths of my madness with human words

(still screenshot grabbed from this infinitely more amazing gifset, give it up for @maulthots for enabling me, no literally please go through her gif tag and reblog her gifs)

anyway, before my good and wonderful friend so kindly made this gifset for me, i did maybe sit in front of my pc and replay the clip upwards of [mumble] times a day because i was very, very unwell. when i watched this scene for the very first time what happened to me in that single instant was the bone-deep realization that james t kirk (tos and aos) ate fascists on tarsus iv, probably, and he'd fucking do it again because nobody tastes better than a fascist! i wrote an entire fanfic about it, sorry for the spoilers.

what does squire of gothos and tarsus iv have to do with ds9? well first of all every star trek episode is secretly about tarsus iv so jot that down

but secondly, i've watched this clip so many times i have to hide my face when this man shows up in trouble with tribbles. now, i'm not so good with faces, but i KNOW THAT VOICE. but i know him AS the squire of gothos. i frequently forget entirely that he also plays a klingon, so i didn't recognize his name. so when i heard the squire of gothos's voice come out of a random klingon's mouth in ds9 my immediate kneejerk reaction was "no i am hearing things that can't be--" BUT IT WAS. i PAUSED the episode so i could look iy up, realized that the guy in the drunk tank was kor or "do you have a tongue you will be taught to use it" fame, and then to my eternal glee, kang shows up next

i remembered reading once that kang came back later and i was like ??? no one comes back later on tos BUT HE DID! I JUST HAD TO WAIT FOR IT!!!!! mystery finally solved...........

once i recognized them this episode was a blast. absolutely loving these 100 year old klingons getting ready for a rip roaring rampage of supercentenarian revenge. i was VERY sad that they died at the end but at least presumably they all died together (didnt see the last one go down but im just assuming he lived long enough to eat the albino's heart and then die)

(the albino is a really funny concept by the way like he's not even albino he's just a white klingon)

other notable things about this episode: firstly, quark hiding behind odo at the beginning. classic. secondly, dax actually being a good fighter ?!?!?! and finally, a true passing of the bechdel test where dax asked kira some alarming and upsetting questions about killing people and kira immediately took her aside and MADE her talk. i love. Women. and also women who murder people. i support womens wrongs.

i even love that the ONE time sisko doesn't back up one of his people it's for a good reason (doesn't want the 27yo reincarnation of his father figure to die on a klingon suicide mission)

10000/10, absolutely stellar ep, zero complaints

journey's end (tng):

oh boy.

just about the coldest bucket of fucking water...

you know, we tried to give this episode the benefit of the doubt actually. we were like "maybe this was progressive in 1994. i mean they ARE saying that moving these guys forcibly would be bad" and i mean like what would we know about what was progressive in 94? we were 5. so we checked and um i don't think anybody liked it in 1994 either

devastating that THIS has to be a wesley episode bc i wanted a better sendoff for my boy. "i had a vision and now i'm leaving starfleet" and yes they said the word vision in the most derogatory way possible. jesus christ

TRAVELER ALIEN RACEFAKING? HE PRETENDED TO BE NATIVE AMERICAN TO GIVE WESLEY THE VISION? and then he was like haha don't you know all that stuff is fake. (picard earlier in this episode "i am sooo respectful of your beliefs")

furthermore when picard was like "oh yeah this guy blames me for the crimes of my colonizer ancestor" girl at no point did he say that. idk if white people should go around accusing other white people of white guilt so i don't say this lightly but jesus christ captain picard can you tone it the fuck down buddy

i came across a gifset today of picard from season 5 (idr the episode) going "starfleet doesn't want officers who blindly follow orders sayign you're just following orders has been used to justify too many tragedies in our history" and then smash cut to this episode where he's like "well i tried but yeah i'm gonna have to move you sowwy :/" like good lord.

anyway it's a bummer these last few eps of tng have been less than great bc ik tng is capable of good episodes and i was hoping this series would go out on a high note. but it's going to end the same way it began with us waiting for something good to happen and throwing popcorn at picard

TONIGHT: ds9's "the maquis part i" and tng's "firstborn." i am Braced. for trouble.

[slasher-male-wife]

Hi, hello!

It's been a while, hasn't it. How are you doing comrade? Personally, I'm doing quite well. I'm going to see Halloween Ends sometime after it releases. I've also gotten a 5 ft tall skeleton I can dance around with in my room.

Back to why I'm here, I was wondering if you could write something about a slasher getting mad at y/n and y/n ignoring said slasher for the next few days, but in the end they end up going to the slasher and start cuddling them or something lovey dovey.

(Preferably Nubbins Sawyer, Choptop Sawyer, Thomas Hewitt + Anyone else if you wanna add em)

Xoxo

-13

Hi anon I’m so sorry this took a bit to get to. Anyway I’ll happily write this for you. I just wrote something like this but for different characters. I had a bit of trouble coming up with what they would be arguing about but I figured it out. I’m in a bit of a Bill Mosely kick because of House of 1000 corpses so this is a great request to have rn.

Slashers and reader making up after a fight

Includes: Nubbins Sawyer, Chop Too Sawyer, Thomas Hewitt

Warnings: Strong language, implied murder, mention of roadkill

Nubbins Sawyer

Nubbins always liked to play jokes on you. They're mostly harmless, something along the lines of just jump scaring you and then it's over. But a few days ago he went a bit too far. While you were outside he staged what looked like his organs coming out of his stomach. You screamed when you saw it and quickly rushed over to his side. After a few moments of pure panic he started to laugh. He pushed off the roadkill guts he got and just laughed. You quickly stood up and shouted at him. Why would he scare you like that? You cussed him out before going back inside.

You avoided him for the next few days. You just couldn't stand to see him. But you couldn't stay mad for long. He didn't mean to scare you that bad did he? He just wanted to spook you right? Nobody actually got hurt. So when you saw him sitting on the couch looking over pictures he took you sat down next to him. This being the first time you've been near him in the past few days he quickly discarded the pictures and wrapped you in his arms.

"Y/N I know you was gonna come back! I knew you was gonna forgive me!" He shouts pulling you into his lap and giving you kisses all along your temple and cheek.

"Ok ok calm down honey!" You say with a smile, "I missed you too. You just scared me really bad. Don't do that again please."

"Oh I promise I won't! I'll be real nice I swear!" He starts to break into quiet laughter and you couldn't help but laugh along too.

Chop Top Sawyer

Today you woke up with a pounding headache and nothing you could do could stop it. You just decided to wait it out in your room with the lights off. You're trying to just relax when you can hear, clear as day, Chop Top playing the radio as loud as ever. You knocked on the walls a few times and told him to quiet down. However he just kept playing his music super loud.

You had enough and got up and walked over to where he was. You turned off the radio and crossed your arms.

"Jesus, Mary and Joseph. Don't you have the decency to at least turn down the radio so I can fucking try and heal this headache?" You shout at him.

"Why the hell'd you turn the music off?" He shouts back at you. You scoff.

"Were you not fucking listening you idiot? I have a fucking migrane and I need quiet so turn the god damn music down!" You shout making your head throb even more.

"Well this is my damn house! I can listen to my music as loud as I want to!" His yelling also makes it worse.

"Well I live here too you know? Maybe think of other people some time!" The two of you went back and forth between this before you stormed off. It's been a few days since and the headache has long passed. You can't help but feel bad for being so mean to your boyfriend.

You pick up a boombox and a cassette and make your way over to Chop Top's room. You knock before entering. He's sitting at a desk where he's making something. You set the box down and put in the tape. Soon the music starts to play and you walk over to him. You lower yourself down to his sitting level and kiss his cheek.

"Whatcha making lovely?" You ask. You're quickly pulled into a tight, bone crushing hug by Chop top and you both start to laugh.

"You're not mad anymore?" He asks

"Of course not honey. I couldn't stay mad forever," You two share a sweet kiss and he pulls away. You get a better peak at what he's making this time, "How about you tell me all about this." You say gesturing to the project.

"I gladly will."

Thomas Hewitt

You'd grown bored waiting upstairs in your room while the family dealt with some new victims. The screaming and yelling has stopped at least an hour ago. You decided to go downstairs just for a little bit before you go crazy. You leave your room and head for the kitchen to grab something to drink. You passed Monty in the living room with a nod and you can see Luda Mae in the back yard hanging up laundry.

You open the fridge and bend down to grab a soda. When you shut the door someone grabs your wrist. You expected it to be Hoyt but it was Tommy. You could see that he was clearly worried. You jumped and took a deep breath.

"Christ Thomas you scared the shit out of me," He points to you and to the floor, "What am I doing down here?" you ask. He nods, "I'm just getting a drink Thomas," He shakes his head and you pull your wrist out of his hand, "I know there are victims here ok? I just got thirsty. I was going mad up in that room too."

He huffs and you put a hand on your hip, "I'm not a child Tommy. I know what you and your family do here alright. Now I'm gonna go back upstairs. I hope that's ok with you." You pop open your soda and you walk out of the kitchen. You spent the rest of the day up in your room. You didn't talk to Thomas when he came up to see you. You were silent during dinner too.

But when it finally came time for bed you saw Thomas already in bed. You laid down next to him and cuddled into him, "I love you." You say. Thomas holds you close to him as a reply.

[andguesswhat]

I wrote this on the day before the article came out and figured that we aren`t in the mood for this, so I postponed it.

But now I think it is time to recall what Armie said:

"I get so much pleasure giving someone pleasure!"

And we all know who this someone is that he likes to pleasure so much, right? 😏

@zuzla33 said I should take inspiration from this picture. I don't know if that's what you meant by it 😅

The 2nd Apple TV ad might also be somewhat to blame.

Again, groundbreaking title, sorry.

Have a happy sunday, my dear Charmies!!

Breakfast

*

Tim, dressed only in his boxer shorts, headed down the stairs and rubbed his temple.

Armie hadn't been lying next to him when he'd woken up, but now when he heard him in the kitchen talking to someone on the phone with a sharp and annoyed undertone, he guessed why.

"I don't have to take care of it, you have to take care of it!"

Tim sighed inwardly. If only one of these terrible issues would finally vanish into thin air!

"Ok... Ok... Would you just please check and keep me posted? ... Thanks... Talk to you later." Armie tossed his phone on the counter in annoyance.

"Everything ok?"

Armie replied with a sharp "Yes" and Tim knew that meant he'd best leave Armie alone with it. He had learned to accept that sometimes he just couldn't help and trying made it worse.

The cooler on the fridge was broken, so Tim went to the sink, turned on the faucet, set it to cold, and let it run while he looked for a glass.

"Could you please stop wasting water! There's no drama in drinking not ice cold water sometimes."

Tim rolled his eyes.

You could always tell when they had been with Leo and Lucas recently. After that, such remarks fell more often. He was all for saving the world, too, but not on Sunday mornings when it was just about a glass of cold water.

He let the water run into the glass, turned off the tap and drank it down in one go.

"I was thinking maybe we could go to Joshua today, what do you think?"

"Do I look like I have time to relax right now?"

Tim looked at him intently. "Maybe later."

But Armie didn't answer, just started typing on his cell phone.

Tim sighed and because he knew he couldn't do anything about it, set about preparing his breakfast.

Out of the fridge milk... yogurt... fruits .... leftover bacon.

Then a bowl... spoon... cereals... honey.

He wiggled the honey bear. At least the bear was smiling.

He sat down at the table, filled his bowl with all the yummy stuff, poured the milk over it, leaned back, feet on the table, and enjoyed the first spoonful with the exploding flavors on his tongue.

"Could you please put your feet back on the ground!"

And Tim rolled his eyes again. Because from then on it was clear that it was really just a matter of Armie not knowing what to do with his emotions. It was understandable, more than that, he had all his sympathy, but he didn't feel like being the punching ball all the time either.

Tim knew that he didn't have to take what Armie said in those moments seriously, there was always too much insecurity and apology in his voice, but he also saw that Armie didn't seem to be able to get out of it on his own.

He considered sending him jogging, but decided to do something else.

So he took his feet off the table, took another spoonful of his cereal and said casually:

"I just talked to Zendaya" (he hadn't) "asked her if she finally started watching `Hannibal´. She did. And now she can finally understand what's so hot about Mads Mikkelsen."

He didn't look at Armie at all while saying that, and yet he noticed how he had Armie's attention, how Armie was looking at him, which was why he couldn't help a small smile.

He briefly checked the things that were on the table. He screwed the milk shut, the rest could stay like that.

Then he took another spoonful of his cereal and finally said, still chewing, "And I told her: Wait until you get to Season 3, when you see him naked, tied up, with the collar around his neck, all the muscles, the sweat... God, he's so fucking hot, don't you think? I so wish I had a project with him. Some cool, edgy series on Apple or something."

He was about to turn to Armie, but by then Armie was already behind him, grapping his hair and pulling him up ungently, making him wince in surprise, and smile because Armie surely was getting in this game.

"I know what you are doing, you cute little shit?" Armie's voice was amused and dark, his breath hot against Tim's neck.

"Yeah?" Tim gasped with a grin, as his whole body tingled.

"Yeah. You're very poorly trying to make me jealous because you're so desperate to have your little ass fucked by a good cock, aren't you??"

Tim bit his lower lip with a grin before answering. "Maybe."

Armie shoved him forward ungently, forcing Tim to brace himself with his hands, the concussion bringing down the cereal box and the honey bear. And when Armie pressed right up against him, and Tim felt Armie's hard cock trying to squeeze between his butt cheeks, prevented only by the thin fabric of their boxers, Tim couldn't help but gasp pleasantly.

God, yes. His decision to do this had been spot on. Now only the stupid boxer shorts had to go away. But Armie was apparently not in such a hurry.

Half-heartedly he pulled down only one side of the boxers, so that only Tim's one buttock was exposed, gently circled it with his hand...

"I should punish you for trying so poorly, for thinking I would fall for such a poor attempt."

... and then - wham! Armie's hand was already slapping said buttock mercilessly with all its force, so that the sudden electrifying pain through Tim's whole body made him groan loudly and the impact let the yogurt fall over jerkily.

It was so fucking good! Especially how Armie's hand lay so gently on his buttock again afterwards, tenderly stroking it, kneading it....

Tim smiled pleasantly. "The other side too, please?"

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." Tim laughed sheepishly.

"Well, as you like."

Again the exposed buttock, again the caress, again the stroke, aah! And again the tender caress afterwards. God, how he loved that.

And then finally his shorts were stripped off, falling to the floor so that he was now completely naked in front of the breakfast table.

"Spread you legs."

And Tim was only too happy to obey.

Armie had already crouched down behind him, sliding his hands over Tim's legs, spreading his butt cheeks, wasting no time and Tim moaned blissfully as he felt it wet and warm at his entrance.

Moaning, he hung his head and just enjoyed Armie licking him, while he was leaning over the breakfast table. The cereal prickled under his palm, honey bear and yogurt formed little rivulets, and his hard cock hung halfway over the bowl, grateful for the slightest friction on the rim of the bowl, but also not entirely averse to dipping into the milk-yogurt mix and feeling it wet and moist.

But then he already felt Armie's fingers at his entrance, his thumb, his index finger, felt them penetrating him, knowing where to search, finding the target purposefully as well, rubbing and teasing it, and all Tim could do was close his eyes and groan out loud.

Fucking hell.

"You like that?"

Tim waited a few breaths before answering. "It's okay."

And Armie laughed out loud.

"The little slut can't wait, huh?"

In response, Tim just pushed his butt back.

Relieved, he perceived that Armie did not want to tease him further, but straightened up. And then he already had Armie's strong hand around his neck, bending his body, holding him and Armie's hard dick pushed into him, spread him wide, all the way in and Tim just let go. Opened up to Armie because that's all he wanted. That feeling, Armie inside him.

"Fuck, Armie."

He could forget everything, think of nothing, could let himself fall when Armie took him. Armie filled him while the hand around his neck gripped as well as held him.

Armie began thrusting into him and each time the table shook, everything on it, the milk in the bowl sloshing dangerously back and forth as Tim moaned with each thrust and he let his words run free everytime Armie hit his spot. "God!" "Fuck!" "Armz!" "Fuck!”

And then finally happened what Tim had actually been looking forward to all along. Armie pushed Tim slightly to the side, reached out with his arm, and with one wipe swept everything off the table that was on it. The contents of the bowl spilled out, the bowl fell clattering to the floor, the fruit rolled in all directions and the milk ran down the table.

Tim's corner of his mouth twitched with excitement, as did his cock.

With three swift moves, Armie had grabbed Tim, set him on the table, and put Tim's leg over his shoulder. Tim felt the milk under his ass, the fruits, the cereal, his hands braced on the yogurt and honey smeared table and Armie was in front of him, his strong hands on his hips, positioning his hard cock already back at Tim's entrance, bending him, thrusting into him and Tim dropped his head into his neck moaning. Fuuuck, it was just so fucking hot.

And because he couldn't find a grip with his hands on the slippery table, he grabbed Armie's neck, and did nothing more, could do nothing more, except just let Armie fuck him. And groan.

Soon he was so close to coming, he couldn't take it anymore, his body craving release, and he really just wanted to pump his cock and come, but when he went to grab it, Armie pushed his hand away.

"Don't!"

Fucking hell!

"Please, Armie!"

But Armie pulled him close, engaged him in a hot and fierce kiss, tongues included, and pulled out of him.

What the fuck?

Had Armie come and he hadn't noticed?

But he didn't have time to think about it, because Armie reached for the honey bear, squeezed the contents out over Tim's belly, spread the sticky stuff with his hand, up his neck, let his tongue slide over it, sucked on Tim’s neck, and then the sticky hand slid back down, into the crook between crotch and leg, over his thighs, and everywhere Armie's lips and tongue followed. God, the feeling was so tender, intense and beautiful, Tim didn't know where to put himself.

"I love you so much, babe," Armie whispered, looking at him, and Tim's eyebrows drew together, that's how much it hit him in the heart right there and right then.

He put his sticky hand to Armie's cheek.

But before Tim could say anything back, Armie put his lips on Tim's again, and this time the kiss was just the most tender kiss ever.

"Sorry...sorry for interrupting this..."

"No...no...it's - "

"You wanna come?"

Tim laughed softly. "Yeah...would be nice."

"Ok, I'll do my best."

And Armie kissed his way down to Tim's cock, took it in his mouth, deep, and began to suck it, devotedly as ever, while his one hand went over Tim's honey-smeared belly and thighs, and his other hand settled on Tim's entrance, his middle and index fingers entering him again, finding his spot again.

Tim shivered, it was all too much somehow, this sudden tenderness, Armie....

Armie always found his spot, and not just physically.

Tim gasped, he moaned, his fingers clawing at Armie's hair.

Armie...

He loved him so much.

"Armie..."

Tim felt Armie's hot mouth, his wet tongue, his lips giving pressure, Armie's strong hand on his body, his fingers inside him, rubbing his sensitive spot. And above all the way Armie loved doing all this. Loved pleasuring him. Armie was moaning just like he was. Loving it, loving him.

It was all too much. Tim's body reared up - and he came, released all the pressure with a loud groan and poured himself into Armie's mouth.

"Fuck!"

Sank onto his back afterwards...

And shook all over...

While Armie crawled over him ...

His hands, his kisses trying to soothe him...

Fucking hell!

Tim laughed out of breath.

He was so fucking glad that after all these years they still had so fucking good sex like this.

He looked into Armie's loving eyes and reached between Armie's legs.

"You came?"

"Yeah, sorry... You looked so hot and beautiful... I couldn't wait..."

"When?"

"When you came in my mouth."

"So without touching it?"

"Without touching it."

Tim grinned with satisfaction.

Armie lay down next to him, but immediately twisted his mouth at the touch of all the wet and sticky food under him on his bare skin.

"And you're into that??"

Tim laughed. He himself didn't know where that had suddenly come from.

He reached with his hand for a piece of peachy-milky-honey-yogurt-baconish-cornflakes-slush somewhere on the table and put it between Armie's lips. Let Armie lick his fingers.

"Yeah...I love that."

Bent over Armie and kissed him gently on the lips.

"And I love you."

*

[esther-dot]

Fans are stating that Jaime killed the Mad King. So how he could go back to another Mad Queen. Like as if Cersei wasn't his twin sister, lover and mother of his children for years. Also Jaime killing Night King was way different than what he is in books now. Plus he killed Aerys to protect his father Tywin who sacked KL and killed Elia and her children. Also why was there rage when he going to kill another Mad Queen. Do they forget that Dany wanted to kill Jaime for killing her father?

Men killing their lovers is gross and I keep saying no one wants to read /watch that, but it isn't true for this fandom, is it? They were very enthusiastic about it and wanted it, just for some women, not others. They wanted Jaime to strangle his sister/lover/mother of his children, declared it character assassination when he didn’t, but then said it was sexist that Jon killed Dany to stop her from carrying out her stated intention of attacking other cities/castles. 🤦🏻‍♀️

As for Jaime's morality regarding "mad kings" and "mad queens," I do think the books and show made it pretty clear that Jaime wasn’t exactly a picture of virtue. I mean, he was fucking his sister, he was down for a little kid killing (sorry, Bran), even though his big dishonorable act is revealed to have actually been a good thing, it doesn't change his characterization over-all. I don't remember anything specific that made me believe it, other than a general, "born together, die together" idea, but I always thought he would die with Cersei. When that happened on the show and fans had a major meltdown, I argued he was a better man for trying to save his lover than if he hadn’t. And, I appreciated it too, because, as riddled with nonsense as s8 was, what made the show (more so, ASOIAF), compelling was that the characters weren't standins for us. They surprised me because what they did wasn't what I wanted, but what they wanted. Jaime's feelings for Cersei were real, the lust, betrayal, anger, obsession...it made for an immersive experience because I couldn't project or predict. I treasure that. I admire that aspect of Martin's writing so much.

Let's think of it this way, what is the point of a POV story unless we accept that every character has a personal history and limited perspective which will impact the choices they make? It made total sense to me that people in Westeros would reject Dany, she's invading! So, Jaime deciding to try to take her out makes sense not only because he must keep up his tradition of Targ killing, but also, who would welcome someone who shows up with monsters who can just...burn an army alive? Destroy a city in a few minutes? Why would you think that person has good intentions? Why would anyone think, "I don't know, maybe they'll be nice." Add on the fact that her dad was intending to burn women and children, it isn't plausible that Jaime would think well of Dany, not when he just witnessed her burning countless men alive. Attempting to kill her makes an awful lot of sense for him.

And, I should add, I don't take issue with Dany wanting to have him executed either! The fascinating part of having a huge cast, having people with histories that have them on opposing sides is to allow them to interact in that context, not to dismiss it as soon as it will make things interesting. I can't defend how D&D wrote any of this, we've all criticized it endlessly, but tbh, a good portion of the fandom had worse ideas. Worse interpretations of the characters, far more cliché ideas of everyone getting along, far, far more insulting dream endings.

But, I suppose that was largely a result of how D&D were playing games. They didn't understand that emotionally manipulating your audience into siding with (or against) characters by undercutting or rewriting characters at whim would result in absolute confusion about the moral framework of the story.  You can't have a satisfying ending if that ending supports ideals you've deleted from the story and condemns the ones you've been celebrating all along.

[sarcasticbabywhispererjess]

Attn: Talk of death and dying of babies. Please feel free to scroll on without reading (I also wrote a lot, so I doubt many people will take the time to read it).

I ended my three night stretch by being a post-mortem photographer since the last two nights at work have been madness.

Really classic full moon shift on Saturday. Our one kid that had come in during day shift and soft crashed onto ECMO (I say soft crashed because they managed to never lose a heart rate and need compressions because of many doses of Epi). I was support nurse both nights (aka I didn't have a patient assignment, I just help everyone out if/when they need it) and on Saturday my other support nurse and both charges spent most of their time with the patient on ECMO that wasn't doing well. Then at 0620 they lost their HR and a code was called. Which would have been less of an emergency if the ECMO machine was circulating well, but it really hadn't been all night. I was on the opposite side of the unit at the time and I hustled to get over there. Ultimately the code was successful in that we got the ECMO to work, but we never got the HR back. From the ECHO we did the heart was bad, we'd done a bedside CT during dayshift and it wasn't great. They did eventually did withdrawal and the baby passed.

Last night started out pretty slow. Then the little 500g preemie that had perfed their bowel and had bedside surgery on Friday to place drains (they usually opt to do that with the very little ones instead of fully opening the belly to remove any dead bowel) decided to start acting up. Their pressor had been turned off during the day, it was back on and higher than before. Their blood gas at midnight was terrible. The attending got very hyperfocused on thinking that it was maybe a pericardial effusion because they had had a deep PICC (though, she admitted later, her perception was skewed because of a baby that had recently had that happen). What was actually most likely happening was more of their bowel was dying. Although we didn't lose the HR for the first couple of hours (though there were a few deep bradys when we were putting the Bovi pad on to prep for another bedside surgery) because, again, we were giving Epi boluses and had started a drip. Unfortunately once the surgeons got the belly open the baby started to brady, we lost the IV access we'd been using for all our IV push drugs, and then they were asystolic. Per the conversation the attending had had with the family prior to starting surgery it was decided to just quickly close the baby up so family could hold before they died (though they were already mostly gone). After they had stopped manipulating the bowel we did get a bradycardic HR back (not sure if it was PEA or not since no one checked for a pulse, though we might not have been able to feel on either way since the BP was so low). The complexes fairly quickly became wider and slowed down until they again flatlined. Unfortunately they had fully passed just before we got family into the room. A while later after they'd had their bath and spent time with the family, I went in with the bedside nurse to get hand and footprints for the legacy boxes we make for these situations. Once we were done with that we started taking some pictures including some with parents. I'm not really much of a photographer especially with just an iPhone, but I got some fairly good pictures. My faves were close-ups of their tiny little hands and feet... probably because they look quite dead in all the pictures. I couldn't for the life of me figure out how to get the picture printer to work, so that became a day shift opportunity because it was like 0650 and I had to give report so I could go home.

It's been a while since I've had a group of shifts like that. I'm hoping this isn't starting another grouping of patient deaths like we had a while back. I have one day off and I'm back as support again on Tuesday night. I did have plans to maybe be semi productive today and make it to the gym, but I never got a break last night and I'm a little behind on sleep from the last few days... so I'm just going to nap and chill today.

[tielesiti-eftu]

hey so remember when I posted a while back about stealing a character design from AI slop

this is Celia Whiterose and the art was somehow one of the last things I made in the process of making her. in between making the art, I wrote a fuckload of lore and character info. gonna paste a bunch of it under the cut

✨~haiiiiiii~✨

okay so. the lore I'm working with right now is that Celia used to be the Proper Actual Queen of Hearts in her Wonderland. aesthetics-wise for that Wonderland, I'm picturing a vibe like a mix of the Disney movie and the Tim Burton movie because Lol™. this Wonderland exists alongside a so-called "real" world, otherwise known as Fantasy Earth, and humans aren't able to see an entrance to Wonderland unless someone from Wonderland goes through it. the only Wonderland citizens that are able to go between the worlds freely are the royal family and anyone with one of their pocket watches. Celia, being The Queen, qualifies for that. she ran away into the real world after a mass breakout of a curse-disease-thing called "Unreality Madness," believing it would be the only way to be safe from it and potentially find a solution. she disguised herself (mostly by shrinking herself down to not be ridiculously tall) and left for the real world, where she lived for a long time. she tried to tell people about what happened, hoping for a solution, but people don't tend to believe that a parallel world exists that they can theoretically go to when they can't even see the entrances freely, and Celia was afraid to go back for fear of being (probably rightfully) called out for running away, so she just Didn't. she has depression because of it. her belief is that if she can get close enough with someone in the real world, maybe they'll believe her and she can try to fix the mess she left behind. unfortunately, a continuous streak of bad luck and cosmic joke coincidences routinely keeps that from happening.

some specifics on Unreality Madness: it's something that makes Wonderland citizens effectively disappear, dubbed "becoming not real," after going through extreme mood changes. stage 1 is always severe mania, and stage 2 varies between individual cases, but it's always able to be boiled down to experiencing one emotion at extreme levels, and different subsets have different titles (sadness would be Bawling Madness, depression would be Muted Madness, anger would be Fuming Madness, etc). the only thing that isn't a possible result is more mania. stage 3 is more or less a toned-down version of the person's normal self, but this is the point where they start to believe they may not be real, and this feeling gets worse as the stage progresses. if someone in stage 3 is fully convinced they aren't real anymore, they go into stage 4, which sees them actually becoming not real; this can be postponed by generally being around other people that believe they're real, but the funny thing about believing you aren't real is that you start believing others aren't real either, so if a large group of Wonderland residents came down with stage 4 Unreality Madness, then things tend to get a bit less exist-y pretty fast. once a person with Unreality Madness has been in stage 4 for long enough to also believe nobody else is real around them, and nobody around them believes they're real either, they vanish. technically, stages 3 and 4 can last indefinitely if at least one person without Unreality Madness regularly interacts with them.

personality-wise, Celia is very muted after everything that's happened to her. she's also very particular about time; if you agree to meet her for something, and you don't show up, she's going to find out why. she has a seemingly endless supply of pocket watches, which she uses as mementos to give to people that she considers friends. the watches themselves have some other properties; particularly, if you break one, you can temporarily project yourself back in time as a ghost, so you can see what happened but not affect things. Celia specifically is also able to break these with her bare hand, then jam that hand against a corpse to resurrect the person as something from Wonderland. she also has various props and treats from Wonderland; cookies that make you grow, small drink bottles that shrink you, paints that can alter the natural color of plants or animals, pipes with smoke that forms into letters, and so on. Celia can also create normal versions of any of these items without any effects, with a notable exception being her checkerboard cookies; unlike the frosted lofthouse cookies she can make, the checkerboard cookies are always just normal cookies.

the bracelets she wears are made of metal, and are able to transform into gauntlets similar to brass knuckles. Celia doesn't normally have to use them, hence why they turn into bracelets when they aren't deployed. these bracelet-gauntlets cannot be removed, as they are also her royal scepter, an heirloom passed down to the next-in-line when the acting ruler of Wonderland is unfit to rule anymore. it ordinarily isn't supposed to be altered in any way, but due to the current circumstances in Wonderland, Celia is giving herself some leeway. so long as it doesn't leave her side, it's fine in her book.

around people she feels safe around and truly cares about, Celia may remove her disguise and re-enter her normal form, a completely on-demand transformation that Celia performs when she feels like she has nothing to hide from. Queen of Hearts Celia is four times larger than her disguise and sports a different outfit, as well as her having a generally more cheerful default mood. her fur becomes pure white, her eyes change shape somewhat, the colors of her eyes shift around, the somewhat muted blues of her dress have shifted to vibrant reds and blacks, her dress has grown larger and now goes down to her ankles, her socks have changed to be red-and-black stripes with a black sole and red pawpads, her scepter regains its normal form, and the lofthouse cookies she produces have changed shape to appear like card suits (the checkerboard cookies remain unchanged). she now walks with a much more pronounced bounce on every step, and one can often see the latest winner of this royal rabbit's trust peeking from the front pocket of her dress. Queen of Hearts Celia has more control over the world around her, with enhanced time control by using her scepter that allows her to physically go forward and backwards in time temporarily, along with now being able to shape and transform it to mirror her Wonderland as she desires. this world-altering ability, which she calls "Wonderland Shift," is similar in execution to resurrecting someone as a Wonderland creature, but it now extends to non-sentient objects around her and even living people as opposed to only the recently-passed. Queen of Hearts Celia is also physically unable to harm things or people without intent; any building or infrastructure damaged by mistake is repaired by it automatically going backwards in time, passerby who fail to notice her approach and become trampled rise moments later without even a bruise, and so on. on the flipside, she is much more wrathful if upset, leaping into the air and growing thorny rose vines from the ground to ensnare and choke people that make her angry, sometimes even beheading them if she deems the transgression worthy of death. often, she reverts to her disguised form after the anger fades into apathy, and it tends to take some time for her to be able to return to her Queen of Hearts form.

[thevagabondexpress]

a mad scientist and an angry fanauthor v. the harmful myth of the cinnamon roll. or, some issues a tsc fan sees in tsc, pt. ii

"Alas, Christopher is far more at home with beakers and test tubes than he is with female company. Let's just hope he doesn't pitch poor Rosamund into the refreshment table." — James Herondale, Chain of Gold

Cinnamon roll. You know the term. You've heard it around. I don't know if it's still in use, maybe I'm dating myself with it. But you know what it means.

Think of someone sixteen years or older that you consider to be a cinnamon roll. Get a good picture of that person, fictional or real, in your head.

I was a cinnamon roll for a very long time. That's how my friends treated me, that's how my first girlfriend treated me, and it's even, in a few cases, a monicker they directly applied to me. And I hated it. It showed that they only cared to know me on this superficial level of "adorable baby too good and pure for this world." They didn't care about the less adorable, less innocent, less naïve, and definitely also a high school student and not a child who lay underneath the oversized spectacles, the choice to keep my business to myself (my school friends simply did not need to know what I read and wrote on AO3 or how foul my mouth could get if I wanted it to) and the long-standing hyperfixation. They didn't want to see about the parts of me that didn't fit their precious archetype.

Does this sound familiar?

Enter Christopher Lightwood. I can guarantee you this was his experience, except that never once do we get enough from his point of view in the series to let us actually see it. Maybe I'm just projecting here (because why wouldn't one project onto their fictional crush) but I had issues with the way Cassandra Clare wrote, framed, and treated Christopher long before his narrative's ending in Chain of Thorns. He was mistreated consistently by the narrative, by the society around him, and unconsciously by his own closest friends.

Think about it. He's consistently dismissed, even by those closest to him, as the cinnamon roll, the mad scientist, the one who's bad at social interaction, the one who's definitely not interested in romance, with no input from Christopher himself whatsoever at all to confirm or deny any of these stereotypes. He's constantly belittled, his friends and even his sister treat him like he's six, not sixteen (upon hearing of his death Charles calls him "Little Kit" as if the person in question wasn't two years away from being a legal adult). They seem to think he can't take care of himself just because he's absentminded, nobody ever tells him anything important (Thomas only realizes he should've told Christopher about Alastair once Christopher's gone), and any time he tries to step out of the "mad scientist" box his decisions are questioned and he's thrown right back in. Say what you will about Grace Blackthorn but she and Henry are the only people who actually get Christopher, who not only understand him but make attempts to understand him at more than a superficial level.

And because nobody's obviously outright hurting him and he doesn't have a deadbeat and/or abusive parent and he's pretty good at just keeping a cheerful face on about it because being angry and mean doesn't do anything but make a situation worse, you don't even realize it until you go back through and look for yourself. And I encourage you to look for yourself. I'm only the pastor, I ain't the Bible.

And guess what? Christopher Lightwood is also a textbook cinnamon roll.

Except he's not. There is no such thing as a cinnamon roll. They don't exist, no more than Santa Claus or Alexandria's Genesis. And that person you've just called a cinnamon roll? Yeah, they're gnashing their teeth, ready to scream.

The cinnamon roll is a myth. A harmful myth, one used primarily in three ways: by allo people against ace, aro, and aroace people, by neurotypical people against people with autism, adhd, and similarly-presenting neurodivergences, and by cis and binary trans people against nonbinary people, to infantalize them, to put them in a neatly definable category, and to keep them in that box where they have no power. As a person who is all three: a grey-asexual, nonbinary, and neurodivergent, it was a deeply hurtful label I couldn't escape.

Neither could Christopher.

And in the end, it killed him.

"some issues a tsc fan sees in tsc" is an attempt to break down the unacknowledged things in tsc that i unearthed reading chain of thorns, rereading the rest of the series in preparation for it, and writing two longform fanfics (one of them a genderbent canon reworking) for the last hours. click on the "some issues..." tag to see more of these.

[sustainably-du-mortain]

Let's hear about those character playlists, yeah? Expand on best songs and lyrics that really mean something to you/your characters

OOOH I'm so excited for this you have no idea!!! I love talking about character playlist!! I'm gonna do Jonah because he's my music guy (and also bc I'm still working on Mads and Côme' playlists)

Jonah's playlist

Before I go into more details, here is the whole playlist!!

Because I'm a chaotic gremlin, this is a mishmash of songs that fit his personality/backstory, songs where only a couple lines fit his vibe, songs that inspired a few fics I wrote, songs that remind me of the triad or just songs I think he would listen to.

Now it's time to get sad!!

Up, up & away - Chance Peña

I just want to show them I can make it on my own I want to go up, up & away Jonah left the family house when he was 16, so this song is about him deeply wanting to leave a house that didn't feel like home. He was living alone in a house that was constantly haunted with silence and an absent mother, and he craved a way out of that place that was slowly suffocating him. So as soon as he could, he left and never returned. Even when Rebecca or his favorite nanny begged him to come back and despite the fact that he was barely making ends meet in the beginning.

[cw: toxic relationship, cheating and guilt-tripping for these next two songs]

Lucky Escape & All for you - Years & Years

From all of the pictures I've seen of the two of you / Is he a model? / I'm not surprised, you're so vain / [...] / You probably think I must be broken / Promiscuous boy, be ashamed / Well I can tell you honey, I'm potent / At least I own up to mistakes / Don't lie to me now/ Just have some courage and show them who you really are / [...] / You're so deluded, you're such a fake / And now you got somebody else to manipulate / I think I dodged a bullet / I made a lucky escape - Lucky Escape I've been thinking / Was it all a different scene in my head / You've got powers / You instructed all the demons instead / Ooh, everyone sees a man so tall, so perfect, they said / [...] / And I have spent a year, wondering if I had all of the blame / And love's a bitter fruit if you remain in your shame - All for you I always pair these two songs together because they're about Jonah's relationship with Bobby. They got together at the end of their last year of high school and went to college together. The first year they had together was going smoothly because Bobby seemed to be really accepting of Jonah's polyamory and the couple flings he had when they were together. So Jonah was really relieved about that, but after a while Bobby's behavior started changing and he realized Bobby wasn't fine with it and actually discovered that Bobby was using the fact that he was polyamorous and that they were in an open relationship to cheat on him. So these songs are about that. Lucky escape is about how Jonah learned Bobby was cheating. He came upon a pic of Bobby with another guy on one of those pages colleges have about cute couples/gossip. And when he scrolled down, he discovered pictures of him with other guys on what seemed to be dates Bobby had never mentioned. But Bobby denied it all until Jonah caught him in the act during a party and finally got fed up of all of this. All for you is about how Bobby constantly gaslit Jonah when he tried to confront him about the pictures, at first saying they were random pictures and that he should trust those, until he started guilt-tripping Jonah over his polyamory, saying stuff like "If you're cheating, I can do it too". Jonah spent months blaming himself and his sexuality over this, thinking that maybe if he stopped going on dates with other people it would stop and this slowly destroyed him and his confidence. Until Tina forced him to see that none of that was his fault and helped him get out of the relationship.

I was torn between these next two songs, so have both

Before the song is over - Aron Wright

Leap of Faith - Christopher

So let go of all you carry / The gravity of such regret / [...] / Don't you get tired of standing / In a place bound to collapse? / [...] / The unknown is not dementing / It's the place where faith begins / What if the best is yet to come? / You just need a little more time under the sun / Close your eyes, one more time / Give me a chance to change your mind / It's just a dance, yours to be had / Don't leave before the song is over - Before the song is over We're watching the clouds changing shapes / Wait for the storm and taste the rain / But if we're standing still, now it'll be too late / [...] / Are we taking more than we can give? / [...] / Would you leave us behind or take a leap of faith? / I still your color just the same / Do you see us shine? / If you're praying for a change, you better not wait / Keep turning the pages, there's choices you make / Only once in your life - Leap of faith These two songs carry a similar feeling to me, but also hit slightly different. I see both as a conversation between Adam and Jonah. Before the song is over revolves more around these two's relationship. It's about Jonah trying to get Adam to see that there could be something worth it between the two of them. He gets where Adam is coming from, he knows how scary it is to open up again, but, if Adam is willing, they could try and see where it leads. He just wants Adam to give it a chance. The feeling with Leap of faith is the same, but to me, it revolves a bit more around Adam and Nate's relationship. It's about Adam freaking out because his relationship with Nate is suddenly changing and Jonah telling him to give it a go if he wants. Just the way the lyrics are worded makes me think of a pre-existing relationship evolving and leaving the safety of that pre-existing, comforting realtionship for something more.

Undertow - Diplomacy

fun fact: this one is actually sung by Jack Falahee who is my face claim for Jonah

I'm fighting fires burning in my head / [...] / So I'm starting over new and breaking all my rules / And I've been such a fool, so I hope you'll forgive me / If I need to catch my breath / Take it slow, I've been looking all my life for you / [...] / Still I'm taking my time for you This one is about Jonah's relationship with Nate. He has not dated anyone since he ended things with Bobby, so he hasn't had any serious relationships in years, apart from hookups here and there. So meeting Adam and Nate rattled him up a bit. He wasn't expecting to fall in love again, let alone with two people at the same time, so he needs to take it slow because what happened with Bobby still haunts him. And while he enjoys the pace this is going with Adam, things were going too fast with Nate and he chickened out after the carnival, because he had to figure out if he really wanted this, if he was ready to open up again. So this one is kind of a plea to Nate to let him take things slow.

I think this one pairs well with: Poet - Bastille

Your body lies upon the sheets Of paper in words so sweet I can't say the words So I wrote you into my verse Now you'll live through the ages I can feel you pulse through the pages Poet is very N and Jonah coded to me. It's about writing odes to your lovers and I think they do that in their own ways: Jonah through music and the songs he writes, Nate through letters and paintings. It's about worshipping your lover through writing and I think that fits the both of them perfectly.

And last but not least

Eight - Sleeping at last

If I had to resume Jonah with one song, it would be this one. I don't even know where to begin. I could quote this whole song because this is literally Jonah's life story. Also 8 is his enneagram type. I was little, I was weak and perfectly naive / And I grew up too quick He was raised by nannies who didn't give a flying fuck about him, except for one, and with Rebecca never being home, he ended up being forced to grow up too fast. He was constantly scared of nannies snapping at him if he forgot to do something or if he did something wrong, so he quickly became a self-sufficient kid to avoid having to interact with them. When I see fragile things, helpless things, broken things / I see the familiar This small little bit is about Douglas. He feels for the kid because he can't help but see himself in him. Although he isn't big on the hero worship, he took the kid under under his wing because he cannot bear to see a child go through something similar to what he went through with Rebecca. I can't let you in, I swore never again This is about Rebecca and Bobby. They're the two person in his life who have hurt him the most and he swore he would never let them hurt him again, and this is exactly what he's doing. He cut ties with Rebecca when he left the house, so this was the first time he had seen her in a very long while when she showed up at the station and he does not intend on fixing their relationship. As for Bobby, he tries his best to avoid him, but Bobby makes it hard with the constant snooping around. Show me how to lay my sword down / For long enough to let you through / Here I am, pry me open / [...] / Here's a map, here's a shovel / Here's my Achilles' heel / I'm all in, palms out / I'm at your mercy now and I'm reading to begin / I am strong, I am strong, I am strong enough to let you in This whole part is about Adam and Nate. It's about him allowing them to see how vulnerable he is, willingly opening up to them, despite how scared he is, because he's ready to give it a go. It's about letting them see how scarred he is by his past relationship with Bobby, by his past and hoping they won't hurt him like tthat again.

[khaleesiofalicante]

At the risk of getting cancelled, I don't think anyone hates David. I mean, in the story (I definately don't, the man is baby girl even in DML where he is a murderer). But I think they are really mad at him. They're all deeply hurt. Mostly Max. Because obviously, there are secrets that people are hiding from him. He doesn't know that David's memories are not intact, I mean not fully, it's still a bit hazy what's happening there in IALS. And he can find no motive to David's actions except for the fact that he was trying to heal and move on from him, and as far as Max is concerned he succeeded. He doesn't know about the headaches. There are so many things about this version of David that Max can not understand, probably because he doesn't have the full picture. But he still loves him. He said so himself, "I love you even when you break my heart". So Max doesn't.

And I feel like Rafe and Magnus don't either. They are mad at him I'm sure, even if they were kind to him and not so vocal about it as Alec, and they really hate the fact that he wrote the show, that he hurt Max that badly, and I think Rafe just doesn't hate him but also wants him away from his brother, at the off chance that Max will heal this way( I'm kind of guessing with Rafe, we don't see him a lot and I kinda miss him, he was an excellent support system to Max). I feel like Magnus is more understanding towards David, maybe because of something he knows that the others don't or because of something else. But it seems like after the divorce Alec handled Max and Magnus handled David, so it makes sense that even though he of course is on Maxs side( always), he doesn't believe that hating David is the way to support him. Maybe that's why he doesn't watch the show? Just a thought.

Now Alec. I mean I didn't think he hated him before the divorce. I think he was more like, protective of Max. And still hate is a strong word. I mean, if I ever saw my child in a psych ward, if I had to be on suicide watch, I'd kill anyone who put my child through that. And I get that Magnus is the same, but one, he wasn't there to personally witness it, and when you actually see something, it's a lot different than just knowing about it and two, I think Magnus cares more about Max healing than placing blame, while Alec wants to avenge his son by hurting the one's he feels are responsible. Maybe avenge is a strong word, more like... I don't know another word for it, something lighter😅.

And we know for a fact that Lance doesn't hate David. He is mad at him, why I'm not sure. I mean they were really close at the first part, and then teenage Lance became a little cunt-y ( don't get me wrong I love that kid, he is the real MVP) but he seems really mad at David and I think it's because, unlike AJ he never formed a bond with Jaden so he sees things more clear and is a better judge of his character. And I think it's also because of the show. I mean, AJ was still a kid, so it's Lance that felt the divorce drama and whatever the hell Mallory did and even the whole show situation, it affected Lance a lot. And for some reason, he blames David the same way AJ blames Max. And they are both wrong about it. And I feel like Max needs to talk to Lance and AJ, I mean, AJ needs to hear his perspective and Lance needs to hear that he can't blame David, that Max doesn't blame him or hate him, that he loves him and wants to protect him. I think Lance will change the way he sees things after that.

But David trying to actively push Max and his family away? That hasn't been the vibe, I mean I thought that he wrote the show as a way to heal and although he wasn't trying to hurt them, he also put himself first and decided that he needed this, he became a little selfish. But was he trying to get the LB family to hate him? Why? So they'll stop trying to get them back together with Max? To keep them away from the kids? He definately isn't keeping Max away from them, in fact he is trying to bring them closer. I'm confusion right now, David honey what the hell are you doing?😅😅

And what do we have here? Another essay! Is anyone surprised at this point, because I'm not. Anyways let's not forget that Max is an ass with a heart made of gold, David is baby girl and Mavid is the moment( and your co-dependent clusterfucks). Song rec: I wanna be yours (Arctic Monkeys)

Oh how I love to start my day (it's 12 noon but I'm on vacay and still in PJs) with some quality IALS analysis.

Yes. Let's talk about 'hating' David. Your analysis, of course, is on point. As always.

I think it's obvious that Max doesn't hate him (despite verbally claiming so). And unlike most other characters, Max has been very clear about his feelings. He says he hates David, but not for leaving him or for the show or Jaden. But for taking the kids away.

Rafael is definitely pissed, but no hate either. He's mad about what happened to his brother. It reminds me of the line "how do you live like this?" because he can't even comprehend what Max must be going through.

Magnus' feelings towards David are complex. We'll see more on this later. But Magnus understands one thing. If you love Max, then you can't hate David. It doesn't work that way. Because if you hate David, then it means you don't love Max. Not really.

Alec is hateful. Because as you mentioned, he had to see Max go through what he did. And we know he is hella protective. Maybe his hate is misplaced. But he needs to channel it into someone and David seems to be fine with being hated on.

Lance doesn't hate David. Of course not. But he resents him. He is mad. We'll see why later (if it is not obvious yet).

A lot of these things will make sense in part 3! At least I hope so! So excited for it.

Love you!

PS - I wanna be yours is one of the chapter titles of part 3 and I listen to it a lot when I write IALS - especially this version (WHERE ARE THE CAMERAS I ASK)

[thefunniestguy]

Do you have anything thoughts about I remember you? [/nf ofc] I’m just thinking about it so hard but I can’t think of anything coherent

Ohhh oh yea !!!! This may b hard to understand , bc I'm fairly drained but ,,, ,,,,, my AT thoughts r never drained :] also I'm pretty sure u meant the episode , but I went off about the song -- hope thats alright HEHE

Uhhh let's see !! I think first of all , this episode manages to REALLY set the fact that ,,,,, Ice King USED to be "normal" . And it also enforces that Ice King ISNT Simon . He's got these vague ideas similar to Simon -- he knows he cares for Marceline , he knows he's in love with a "Princess" , and HIS EXPRESSION WHEN HE SINGS IN "I REMEMBER YOU" -- he feels SAD reading that letter Simon wrote . But ,,, he just isn't Simon . No matter how many times Marcy calls Simon's name , or shows him pictures , or reads those sad letters of a man who was slowly losing himself -- Ice King won't remember it .

This episode also grapples a bit with Marcy's feelings in regards to Simon and Ice King . She ,,, struggles to accept / understand that Ice King isn't Simon . It's been 1,000 years , but it's clear a part of her wants Ice King to be Simon sooo badly . But I think another part of her knows he isn't-- but thats personal interpretation . I just sort of interpret , her avoidance of him was because she didn't want to have to accept that he isn't Simon -- therefore , by denying it , she's,,,,,, kinda having to accept it , in a way . Which maybe doesn't make sense /lh

IT ALSO ,, MAN , it breaks my heart how she cries when singing I Remember You ,,,, this episode just captures so clearly how much Marcy loved Simon . And the letter captures a part of Simon that we don't get to SEE much ,,,,,, he was a scared , sad man . Honestly , I don't think I even NEED to elaborate past the point of "Marceline , is it just you and me in the wreckage of the world ?" BUT I WILL . SMILES . FIRST , I think calling it "the wreckage of the world" insane , and sort of captures the feeling after the Great Mushroom War .

And , "That must be so confusing for a little girl" SOBS ,,,,, he's not selfish in this scenario . He worries so much for Marceline , and cares for her so dearly .

"I know you're going to need me here with you , but I'm losing myself and I'm afraid you're going to lose me too" I CANNOT FUCKING ADD TO THIS . HE CARES FOR HER SO MUCH . He worries so much for her ,,,,, he's afraid bc Marceline is losing him ,,

skipping around a bit : "I need to save you , but who's going to save me?" BETTY ..... betty will ... but also that's such a heart-wrenching line . His focus is Marcy -- he's worried for her , he NEEDS to keep her safe (that mentality is why he kept putting on the crown ,,,) , but ,,,, if he's losing himself , who would protect him the way he protects her ?

"Please forgive me for whatever I do, when I don't remember you" ,,,,,,,,,,, I think this line is important , bc this is an episode that really , REALLY shows the fact that IK doesn't remember . He doesn't remember anything -- he just has those vague feelings . And Simon knew that would happen one day ,, which is a very sad thought alone .

"Marceline , I can feel myself slipping away" and "I swear it wasn't me , it was the crown" both read , in my opinion , very desperately . Simon had to be terrified . He was probably desperate for something to change -- or , at least , for his mind to STOP changing . But he couldn't stop it ,, he couldn't do ANYTHING except ,,,, feel himself slowly going mad , and know that all of tjis could have been prevented so , so very easily .