#implied boggie

[lionessfeather]

More musings on Dutch/Low Countries breeds

So in this post I mused about Dutch history, strategy, and dragon breeds. I had some more thoughts about them, so here we go:

Fryske Grutskens have some aquatic adaptations. They are squarely in the middleweight category, and they are white and blue, with red splotches. Splotches in the shape of pompeblêden are especially prized (like the Frysian flag)

Brabants Blauwtje are on the big side for a middleweight, and often straddle the line between middle and heavy (18 tons), despite "blauwtje" implying they are small blue dragons. Their colour varies along pretty much all shades of blue, though the darker blues are prized highly.

Zwarte van Gelre actually tend to be charcoal grey at best, rather than black. A fairly standard middleweight.

The Flemish heavyweight has two names. It has an official French name, bestowed on it by the Counts of Flanders, and everyone else uses a much more plain Flemish name.

There is also a lightweight Flemish breed, which definitely only has a Flemish name. Specifically, Rode Duivels.

Hollands Glorie is the coastal breed favoured by the County of Holland. Again, it has some aquatic adaptations (don't ask me what), and is raised to eat a lot of fish. These are the most commonly seen by most people. They aren't more common, but most of the trade is concentrated in Holland (and Flanders), so these are the dragons most commonly used by traders. Probably on the light-to-medium weight range for middleweights. The smaller among them can probably be taken along on a ship that is not a dragon transport, though only barely.

The poor soils in the north-east of the country are enriched with dragon manure instead of purely sheep manure, but they are still fairly poor. I think they likely wouldn't be able to feed more than a lightweight (a very belligerent one though). They are purple, like heather, and they can sort of hover, thanks to the boggy lands they evolved in.

Utrecht, a prince-bishopric, has a brightly coloured breed. Purplish red, for the church. Likely some Italian influences, since the pope would probably have a representative there.

[legolasghosty]

Y'all I finished the frigging Boggie Roommate Stuffy fic!!!

Starting Over (With You?)

Bobby/Reggie Rated T College AU, Roommates, Make Reggie A Molina 2k Always, referenced/implied parental neglect.

Moving for school is a good thing. It just sucks that Bobby has to do it by himself.

Just as he finishes hanging up his clothes in the closet, he hears the sound of someone fumbling with the lock on the door. He turns around just as it swings open and in comes… a giant teddy bear?

The huge stuffed animal is light brown and has to be almost as tall as he is. And as Bobby attempts to process what he’s seeing, it suddenly falls toward him. He stumbles backward, trying to catch the bear before it makes him fall over.

“What the heck,” he mutters as he finally manages to right himself and push the thing to the floor. Then he spots the people.

Read now on ao3!

[dontaskmeforprophecies]

You could help a certain someone with find familiar, not because they’re you know *cough* special *cough*, but because everyone deserves a Boggy in their corner.

and here’s some cheese 🧀 for your troubles

I would be happy to help anyone summon a familiar if they asked me, although I’m not sure what you are trying to imply? Is there a specific person you want me to help?

And there’s no need for gifts, I have learned from Ayda that wizards shall be in nobody’s debt besides their closest companions. Thanks anyway!

[meatsound]

my dark souls lore is top tier because my chosen undead is named bogma (boggys ma) and as implied shes my ashen one, named boggy, mama.

[taylorgraymoore]

November 25, 2023

I didn't edit this at all, so just on the fly:

Got a ride home from a very late shift last night, read in bed and then woke up slowly this morning. Made breakfast, with what feels like a twisted ankle, then came up and finished copying out the hand-written edits of the first chapter of the novella I want to finish.

It’s a nice day out; I’m waiting for the album that’s playing (You Forgot It in People) to finish, and then I’m going out for a walk. I think I’ll go down to the bog, which is lovely in the late autumn, something mystical and pure about it. A sort of quiet and an implied if not always literal mist hanging over the boggy earth. Memories of my early days weaved into the implied fog. It’s nice, is what I mean.

Was walking along those boardwalks with a friend who was sleeping on my couch that weekend, few weeks ago. We ran into an old teacher who I had in high school and hadn’t seen for half my life, I said hi and though she didn’t know who I was when I spoke, she remembered me when I said my name and how I knew her. She was surprised I remembered her at all. Memory is a funny thing: we were looking at each other from completely different sides of life. I wonder what was in her mind after that.

This is the novella I plan to bring to Montreal to work on. It’s about memory, too. I think about memory a lot, and the way people weave each other together through them. This one’s more about collective memory, though. I’ll probably say more about it when I’m more into it, or once I’m over there. A private place for a week and no work shifts around; productive bliss.

[wormsgame]

Worms Battlegrounds, clearly sick of being labelled as "just a port of Worms Clan Wars" despite marketing itself oh so much as its own thing, finally received exclusive content in December of 2014 for Xbox One and January of 2015 for PS4 in the form of the Alien Invasion DLC.

As the name implies, it's alien themed (just general aliens, not alien as in Alien Breed which has also crossed over with Worms), with 5 new alien themed cosmetics, 5 gravestones and 2 speechbanks.

Alongside those is the Alien Invasion mode, a deathmatch campaign with 10 missions. You play as a group of alien worms who have crash landed at the museum and are being hunted down by the "FIB". On the other end of the coin is the addition of Body Count mode, which in this game has you play as FIB agents fighting off swarms of alien worms.

In these new modes, you can use 5 "new" "re-imagined" weapons, being the Plasma Blaster, Energy Orb, Ray Gun, Brightsaber and Precision Droid, all replacing and being functionally the same as the Bazooka, Grenade, Shotgun, Baseball Bat and Homing Missile respectively. Some other weapons get some visual differences here too, such as all strike weapons being dropped from a UFO and Boggy B being an alien worm with an Energy Orb.

[gay-ghosts-committing-crimes]

Two Best Friends Going to the Thrift Store!! (They Don’t Kiss)

AO3 link is here

Summary: Bobby and Flynn decide that watching people get their nails painted isn't fun, so they figure that shopping is the only answer.

Warnings: swearing and a sickening amount of platonic friendship

Words: 1,472

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Flynn groaned from where she lay sprawled out on Julie's bed.

"I'm bored," They complained, idly picking at the covers, "I'm too gay and adhd for this."

Bobby agreed from his spot on a beanbag. "Don't get me wrong, I love the vibes, and if anyone can pull off red nail polish, it's Reg, but watching nails get done? Not my version of a hot girl summer."

Julie rolled her eyes at them and continued painstakingly painting Reggie's thumbnail, making sure it was completely even before responding.

"First of all Flynn, don't pick at the blankets, your nails are still drying, second of all, Bobbin, you are literally nonbinary. You don't get a hot girl summer."

Bobby clutched dramatically at their  chest, purposefully deepening his voice and pouting.

"Jules! The pain- who knew you were the gatekeeping girlboss of the Molina family? That's so transphobic." They paused, clearly waiting for someone to stand up for him. No one did.

"Fine, I see how it is. It's because I'm amab, isn't it? If Luke and Alex were here, they would let me have a hot girl summer."

Reggie piped up, "They probably wouldn't. Luke would be on Julie's side, and Alex would either agree with Willie, or if they weren't here, say something sarcastic about how you haven't earned a hot girl summer."

Bobby huffed, flipping over on the bean bag so he was basically upside down, and made a face at Reggie, who only smiled and shrugged, his cheeks lightly pink.

Flynn laughed but didn't disagree, and Bobby glared at them before flipping them off and haughtily crossing their arms. She only cackled more and he gave up, scoffing under his breath.

Julie hummed quietly under her breath as she worked, and Flynn made various noises to stim in an effort to not ruin her nails, but otherwise the small group fell quiet.

Finally Bobby couldn't handle the silence and pushed themself up, stretching and ruffling Reggie's hair before grabbing Flynn around the waist and lifting them up onto his shoulder, ignoring her protests about being careful of her nails, and heading for the door.

"Flynn and I will be back, we've got hot he/they and she/they shit to do." Flynn grumbled from where they were thrown over his shoulder, complaining about how they treated her like a rag doll, but didn't put up a fight to leaving. After all, she had been bored too.

"Alright half-pint, where to?" Bobby gingerly set her down once they made it outside, this time noticeably more careful about their nails, and she gave a nod of thanks.

"I'd pinch you for calling me that, but my nails are still drying," She glared disapprovingly at him, but they only gave a cheeky smile and started walking, leaving her to follow. 

"I think there's a new thrift store we could check out; I've been meaning to get some nice platform shoes."

Bobby nodded in understanding and plucked at their black shirt, which they had cropped himself "I've been wanting a new crop top or two," They replied.

Flynn checked out their outfit and raised her eyebrows approvingly. Bobby was sporting his black crop top, a pair of red high-waisted cut-off shorts, and black combat boots with rainbow laces. Their hair was loose, and he had black winged eyeliner to finish off the look.

"You can't really go wrong with a crop top," She agreed, and he grinned in response.

"Thanks half-pint." They went to rub his knuckles on her head, but laughed and pulled away when they threatened him with being called a CisHet™.

"Hey hey!" He gestured placatingly as he laughed, "No need to be harsh!"

She rolled their eyes, but gave a soft smile and bumped their shoulders together.

They slung their arm over her shoulder and started walking again.

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The thrift shop was mostly empty of people when the friends got there, but the selection was good and they both enjoyed searching the racks and showing off the random treasures they found tucked away, like a pair of boots that would have been a near perfect match of the combat boots Bobby was wearing, except for the fact that they were a beautiful floral pattern, and an adorable button up with sunflowers and bees that Flynn found between an atrocious neon orange jean jacket, and cute quarter-zip jacket with handmade embroidery on it.

Bobby paused their search for the Perfect Crop Top to hold a teal dress against his chest, and raised an eyebrow at Flynn.

"Well, what do you think? Figure this would convince Julie that I deserve my very own hot girl summer?"

Flynn snorted and shook her head, grabbing a garish purple dress with more frills than square inches, and handed it to him.

"Try this," They smirked, "You'd have the hottest girl summer of us all. Might even catch yourself a man in that outfit."

He stopped as if considering, and then regretfully shook their head, "I couldn't. There's only one person I'd want to catch, and I wouldn't want to make anyone feel bad by being the hottest in the group." He winked and bit his lip to make the fuck-boy face, to which Flynn responded by slugging them in the arm.

"Never, and I mean never, do that at me again, and also? I literally exist. I'm the hottest of the friend group. We all know this." She posed for a second and then turned back to the dresses, eyeing them up and down and smiled to themself.

"'Only one person'," They teased, partially pulling out a sequined pink dress and wrinkling their nose before glancing back at Bobby, "Please, you are head over HEELS for him. I'm surprised you haven't made a move yet honestly."

She grabbed a lavender sundress and held it up for his approval.

"Cute, I like it for you. And it's not "surprising" that I haven't made a move. I'm just... being patient. Besides little miss disaster lesbian, you haven't stopped pining over Carrie in years, and you haven't even asked her out once!! at least I've done more than that."

Flynn spun on him, "What?! You didn't tell me?!?!?"

"Wait wait wait, it wasn't anything big!" Bobby held up their hands and took a step back, "We were all up until like, four in the morning, and high on lack of sleep and all that, and I said we should all go on a double date. Luke pouted because he didn't want to go without Julie, and Alex was already asleep, so it was just me and Reggie.

"I guess now that I think about it, it was kind of a date? But like, a platonic one." They shrugged and turned back to searching the racks of clothes, but Flynn wouldn't let go of it so easily.

"So you're telling me you went on a date, with your crush, alone, and you think he doesn't like you back?! Are you fucking kidding me?? Oooh, pretty!"

They paused their rant momentarily when a cute pair of pants caught her eye, and she held them up to see how they looked. Flynn put them back and shook her head.

"Anyways, he's as much in love with you as you are with him. And. I'm getting these sunglasses because fuck you, that's why." 

Bobby rolled his eyes, "I wasn't going to tell you not to, but aight. And he might like me back. It's not like-" They waved their hands vaguely, "- like Luke and Jules." 

They were practically made for each other, and it was never a question about whether or not they liked each other back. They just. Did. 

"With Reggie it's different. He's been through a lot Flynn, and I'd die alone a thousand times before hurting him. I just don't know if he feels the same about me."

They were both quiet for a bit, flipping through hangers and assorted shoes. It wasn't an awkward silence, just a thoughtful one, and Bobby was grateful that Flynn was able to tease and annoy, but ultimately listen and offer advice too. They were a good friend, and Bobby wouldn't trade it for the world.

After a while they went to check out, the cashier offering them a smile and polite goodbye when Flynn pushed open the door, warm air flowing around them as they began the walk back to Julie's house. 

"Hey Bobbers?"

"Yeah half-pint?"

"I don't think the boys, or you, would ever let you come close to hurting Reggie. And by the way? He tooootally likes you back."

"Yeah?" He gave a grateful smile.

"Yeah."

"Thanks half-pint." They laughed when she flicked them, and pulled her into a hug before linking their arms and singing a song under his breath.

It was a good day to have friends like his.

[michelangelinden]

Caress my cheek and leave traces of glitter (and hold me like I'm something precious)

Chapter 1/7 - Oatmilk is for gay people

Art by @lyxchen

Happy Big Bang my dudes!!! Here is my fic, that I'm so proud of!! Check out the incredible drawing my artist Lea made for the fic! There's more to come when I post more chapters.

Check out the notes on AO3 for more information about the fic, warnings, posting schedule, all that jazz.

Thanks to @legolasghosty for beta reading and @julieandthephantomsbb for organising!

AO3 link and taglist in the reblog <3

Rated T (for swearing). Chapter 1 - 6.3k words.

There’s a knock on the car window, causing everyone to jump. Alex turns and takes a wary look at the man standing on the other side of the door. Black hair swooped back, piercing blue eyes and an intimidating yet strangely handsome smile. Alex stares at him for another second, before he presses the button to let the window down slowly and tortuously, covering them in silence while they wait.

“Hello?” he asks.

The man reaches a hand into the car and Alex instinctively shrinks back. He realizes that he just wants to shake Alex’s hand, so he takes it.

“Apologies, I didn’t mean to scare you,” the man finally says when he retrieves his hand from inside the car, leaving Alex’s hand awkwardly hovering in the air. “I am Caleb Covington, are you Flynn Taylor?”

Flynn bends her entire body over the back of Alex’s seat. “No, that’s me, hello.” They reach her hand past Alex’s body to get to Mr. Covington, who shakes it with a smile.

“Welcome to Hillside Grove Camping. I hope the drive was alright.”

[s-aint-elmo]

hi again anon!! i’m afraid i’m going to have to disagree about adaine being a bad cook as @supercantaloupe won me over by raising the point that adaine is enough of a nerd that sticking her with a recipe to follow to the letter and minimal supervision will only lead to good things

in spirit this is a companion to sasha’s post because the mental image of the solve it squad just having a grand old time following asmr cooking tutorials while the rest of the bad kids deal with whatever horrible thing fabian has wrought from the oven is [chef’s kiss]

[metalphoenix]

Reacting to TLAT Reviews pt2

I saw Thor: Love and Thunder last night and my friend @marvelvibess​ just sent me these hilarious reviews of the movie. They are too good not to react to honestly. 

{Image description: light grey text on a black background reading: WORSE marvel movie ever!!! Kirby Lee Ditko Steranko and the gang from marvel NEVER not one time created ANY character openly gay or announcing they were gay ..so marvel , Disney stop pushing this please. Create a character that is and so be it. 

Korg is not GAY!!No Eternal was gay and in the printed issues I collect never will be. Btw fat man can’t tie his shoes much less be a superhero. This is ridiculous already. Make up your own stories and contaminate those characters. Don’t destroy something that will never be gay! You can’t change a written story for moneys liking. I worked with a gay captain for 11 yrs has nothing to do with pro or anti anything!!! end image discription}

I love this one just because of how wrong it is. A list of canon queer characters from marvel comics: Valkyrie, Korg, Maria Hill, Ayo, Aaron Fisher (Captain America of the railways), William Kaplan (Wiccan), Theodor Altman (Hulkling), Arnie Roth (Steve Roger’s best friend from the 40s and one of the the inspirations for Movie!Bucky), Tony Stark (never officially says but it is heavily implied, here is a good post on it) Yelena Belova, and those are just the 10 I can think of off the top of my head. In fact marvel has a comic called “Marvel Voices: Pride” that is all short comics about many of its queer and trans super heroes!  

Also, the thing about Disney making stuff queer for the money really bugs me because its literally the exact opposite. Marvel is straight washing their characters for the movies because they’re afraid it won’t sell otherwise. Money and capitalism is why it is taking so long for us to get the good queer rep we want/need. 

{Image description: at the top left there are 4 stars in a line one is yellow while the other 4 are white. The text is light grey on a black background and it reads: Definitely would not recommend for anyone who has free time to watch because it was a waste of my time and money. The overall story was all over the place because of the constant narrative cut scenes, and with propaganda littered throughout the whole movie of LBGTQ+ness it is another reminder of how superheros can’t just be super.

The different representations of the other gods was pretty sad of 2022, and with the whole conflict of the movie being about the “god butcher’ he should have left more of a lasting impression on the characters in the movie. Instead to me all i got was “boggie man” and that was a bit of a downer compared to other more well developed characters. If the original Norse mythology is on your radar there were a couple of fun quips referencing them. However, your beloved characters from Thor Ragnarok end up being drivers for the problems in this world and supporting it, and that is not my cup of tea. end image description}

Ok say it with me DIVERSITY ISN’T PROPAGANDA PEOPLE JUST EXIST. DIVERSITY ISN’T PROPAGANDA PEOPLE JUST EXIST. DIVERSITY ISN’T PROPAGANDA PEOPLE JUST EXIST.

[vix-fr]

Who said I can only choose 10? Purple day! @goannafr I love sharing a little bit about my dragons, it'll be under the cut

Campanula: Like a lot of my dragons she's an oldie, turned 5 in april. She has an outfit a friend helped me put together way back when Ethereal: Space cowboy hecc ye Universe: Recent acquisition from a friend, easily fascinated by the little things in life and writes poems about it

Orchid: Slushy dragon! Part of the drink dragon subspecies Unnamed: Cool vaporwave derg, no name yet :( Matvei: The wing accent was practically made for her

Loki: Trickster yako from the kitsune subspecies Heather: Loki's wife :> Comet: Space ace! Should probably add a lil more black to his outfit

Raven: Inspired by the anklebiters, this funky birb has a special place in my heart Unnamed: Another trickster kitsune! Also nameless sorry, still thinking about it :( Maokai: She loves her tar-trooper slarg familiar. They match really well

Spectre: The boggy with his very own image. I used to not like bogsneaks, but they've started to grow on me. He's from my color wheel pair, XXX Sunset-Thistle, which as the name implies, covers half of the color wheel. His colors are two off from an XYX. Started as a skydancer with speckle/stripes/underbelly, and he's still missing his bogsneak scroll which has been postponed until the anniversary is done so I can brew some scenes.

[bestworstcase]

If this doesn’t spoil anything later on, did Cass being trans also impact the captain’s hesitance to hire her in the guard, aside from the concerns of her being Saporian? Was he worried about her being outed and subject to abuse after?

unfortunately. spoilers alksdfjk

there’s some big chunks of trans lore™ coming up in 13 and 14 that will shed more light on this so you will not have too long to wait

but! for now i will say:

1 - no, because he didn’t know

2 - if he had known, absolutely this would have been a gigantic worry for him that would’ve gone hand in hand with his other reasons for keeping cassandra off the guard. 

in... very general terms, like - i’ve mentioned before i think that i am loosely and partially modeling the coronan attitude towards gayness and transness on medieval europe in that both get lumped together as a form of gender nonconformity, such that cassandra being trans and cassandra being a lesbian would in corona be seen as pretty much the same thing, and the thing is ‘doing gender wrong.’ (and this cuts in both directions - in that she’s a gnc woman and that gets lumped in as ‘doing gender wrong’ as well. and sir peter def worried about the repercussions of that part of it, even as he offered her tacit support by letting her run around in trousers riding horses and swinging swords whenever she wasn’t working.)

but like anyway - saporians being wrongheaded about gender is like, a strong stereotype in corona so this distrust and disgust of transness is intertwined with the discriminatory attitudes towards saporians and i think as far as cassandra is concerned it’s all One Thing with many ugly facets; she wasn’t afraid of being outed per se because it was all snarled up with her fear of being perceived as saporian, because one would innately imply the other, it’s all a mess.

and - this is drifting further and further from the subject of your question jksdfjks rip - the reason that stereotype exists is gender transgression is a part of zhan tiri’s sphere. she isn’t the only god associated with gender in this way (p much any god who is associated with change in some way will have at least a handful of sects doing transition rituals with their magic kjsdfkj) but she’s one of the best known for it. which also means that in cultures where zhan tiri is hated or feared there tends to be a correlating amount of suspicion of gender transgression in whatever forms

tha-at all being said i think like - coronan gender roles in bitter snow are a little looser i think than they were at any point in medieval europe because i think of them as being largely constructed around somewhat garbled old understandings of the dynamic between huma and turul, which then set into Tradition as corona became more and more secular / the sunlit temple detached from huma herself and became more, like, philosophical heliolatry. but its basically: women as life-bringers / healers / steady and constant but also potentially dangerous and destructive (like huma) vs men as guides / explorers / clear-sighted and adaptable but also capricious and temperamental (like turul). men need women in order to shine; but like - in folklore in the bitter snow verse the sun is often associated with vengeance and wrath, and the moon is often associated with clear thinking, clear judgment, honesty - and corona’s specific brand of this is the moon as a balm and a guide, reminding the sun of her light in the darkness, that sort of thing. and this informs a bias towards men being in leadership rules because. decision makers should be able to think things through and discern truth from lies; women are seen as more impulsive, more reckless, more gullible.

whereas the cultural understanding of gender in saporia is a lot more nebulous and flexible because the thorn syconium was such a dominant force in the culture for so long and like, adding to that, cathay’s take on gender can be boiled down to ‘well bones are bones are bones, who cares, flesh is temporary and doesn’t matter’ and the splendorous temple’s entire approach to choimghē is about elevating the profane to the level of the sublime and the concept of gender being something one sculpts and shapes and perfects over the course of one’s life of course synergizes beautifully with that. all of this combined over the millennia of saporia’s cultural development has kind of produced this attitude toward gender that is just wildly different from corona’s.

and then bc of the xenophobia and like fear of the ternary that has been endemic to corona for so long there is this kind of feedback loop of - gender, talking about gender, exploring gender, these are seen of saporian things, so it isn’t talked about in polite company in corona, and the more it isn’t talked about the more strongly it’s perceived as a saporian thing, and that i think has made coronan ideas about the ways men and women should look and act congeal over time. like: trousers have been popular for men and women in saporia for centuries, because saporians have been traveling by air in balloons and magical airships for centuries, and it’s a lot more convenient to just wear trousers than deal with a skirt flapping around or having to tie it up and then oh no your legs are cold because you’re a thousand feet in the air and it’s windy - vs in corona trousers historically are just a thing men wear when they ride horses, and then coronans visit saporian cities and see women going around in trousers and go but why? they don’t even have horses! and that contributes over time to this cultural feeling in corona that it is Wrong, Somehow, for women to wear trousers. stuff like that. 

as a tangential sidebar here, saporians esp in rural regions tend to go barefoot a lot during the summer, because saporia is very boggy and wet and that makes wearing shoes on the regular an exercise in misery, so in corona there is this association of barefootedness with, specifically, Rural Saporian Poverty, and while of course no one would ever say anything to the lost princess’s face i do think rapunzel’s hatred of shoes got a lot of side-eyes from snobby upper class and aristocratic folks because of this

[insomniamamma]

Greenhorn: young!Ezra x F!reader

A/N: This was inspired by @opheliaelysia and our conversation about how Ez wouldn't be able to resist squishing an aurelac pod, but it ended up turning into something more. ALSO, though reader and OCs refer to Ezra as "the kid" I am picturing an early 20s Ezra. None of these people are minors.

Warnings: Language. Canon typical violence. Death. Slight gore. Angst. Hurt/comfort. A lil bit of fluff. Implied may-december romance. No beta.

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This is a bad idea, you think, as your drop-ship hits atmo, small squarish windows limned in fire, deep vibration that thrums up through your spine, the ship trying not to tear itself apart, and the kid is still talking. No one can hear him above the vibrations and the scream of superheated molecules shredding themselves apart against the heat shield. Del sings out

"We're at max pressure--" "Copy--" "There was this one time--" "No one gives a fuck, Greenhorn---" "All of you shut the fuck up--" "We're through," says Del, "Drogue deploy in 15--' 'There was a whole fuckin nest of em--" "Oi! Shut it!" "3-2-1, deploying drogues." Del punches the button at his right hand and the drogue 'chutes fire out and the drop-ship does a sick lurch, its pace slowing from suicidal to absurdly dangerous. You've got the ability to soft-land, but so long as Del lines it up right you won't have to, the bog should cradle you. Fuel saved on the way down makes the lift safer. "Deploying mains," you say, and flip the toggle, a loud thump and another jolt as the main chutes deploy, sprouting out from the top of your lander, like the days of Apollo on Old Terra. And still the fucking kid is yapping. In writing the kid seemed half-decent, a big, raw boned boy with a rakish, dimpled smile. Had his own suit and kit and filters. Was polite enough when you asked questions of him, all yes Ma'am and no Ma'am, and three bags full Ma'am. Never would have considered his green ass if Marko hadn't bailed, or, more precisely, if Marko hadn't gotten himself in trouble with the locals and run with his  tail between his legs, well, so now you had the kid, who could not for the life of him seem to shut up for two seconds. At first you thought it was just nerves, but he's been yammering away since you requested release. An uninterrupted, stream of consciousness narration. You are wondering if he is, indeed, brain damaged somehow.

"The thing about channel rats--" "For the love of Kevva no one gives a sweet jewel encrusted crap--" "Ezra! For the love of all that's holy, if you do not shut up I will shoot you in the face," you snap. "Clear?" He gives you a little wounded look. "Clear," says Ezra. And, for a brief, miraculous moment, there is silence. The drop ship lands, lurches in the boggy ground and is still. "How we lookin, Del?" "Nav dropped us right on the button," says Del, "We look great." The tight quarters fill with the sound of bodies unstrapping from the crash-couches. "Alright people. Let's suit up. Sooner we get our pull, sooner we get back up to connection orbit." You walk through the Green in loose formation. Del put you down not 3 clicks from the dig site, but the Green is tricksy and, lately, full of dangerous people. Del and Big Pete have rails. You and the kid have your throwers strapped to your hips. Del takes point, you and Big Pete hang back a hair. The kid is supposed to be bringing up the rear, but a look over your shoulder shows him entirely transfixed. This is probably his first time off whatever backwater sprung him, all shiny and new and dropped into the Bakhroma Green, his big brown eyes all agog, trying to look everywhere at once. And you feel this keenly, a spike in your chest that recalls your first time dirtside, the great, broad blue arc of the sky was enough to fuck you up, after only knowing smoothly curving station walls and blunted angles. You recall your wonder, setting foot on this lush and deadly ground, never had you seen so much life, never seen life that wasn't controlled and carefully cultivated. The Green is a truly wild place that obeys no rules but its own. "Is it all like this?" he asks, "So verdantly forested?" "Yep," says Del, "Once in a while you get a soft-spot like we landed in, but most of it's trees and roots." You slog along. The site is close, but it's already warm. And by the time you get there, the kid is mostly silent and that is truly a blessing, likely the effect of slowly poaching in his suit, not accustomed to the heat like you and the rest of the crew. "Should be getting close," says Del, brow furrowed, peering at a battered topographical map, a red x inside a red circle. You stop a beat and peer through the patterns of shadow and trees, the haze of winkling purple dust. "There," you say, hand reaching out to point without even thinking about it, a patch of dark, slightly sunken earth, devoid of brush. Plants don't like to grow over aurelac nests. You don't know why and it doesn't matter. "Right. We set up here. Trade me the rails, Del, you get to play teacher. Listen up, Ezra, Del is one of the best harvester's you'll meet. You listen to him, clear? You do what he says and nothing else." "Clear," says Ezra, grinning all big through his fishbowl helm. "Um...boss?" Says Big Pete, "Why we bothering with this boy?" "What if Marko can't get himself out of the shit this time, huh? We'll need another set of hands...we'll--" "PUT THAT DOWN!" Del's voice squeals loud and offended over the comms, "The fuck are you doin?" And before you can even think, you and Big Pete are running for the dig and would you look at that, there's the kid, gloves pulled out of their ring-seals and piled on the mossy ground beside him. He's got an aurelac node husk cupped in his bare hands, not even safely cut yet, it's umbilicus disappearing into the black dirt. "EZRA! WERE YOU BORN THIS STUPID OR DID IT TAKE YEARS OF RIGOROUS PRACTICE?" And, look at him, the kid smirks at you through his fishbowl helmet. "Sorry, Ma'am, " he says, "It seemed uncannily squishy. I just had to find out for myself--" You close the distance between you and grab his wrist, hard enough so that his idiot smile fades and you actually see some fear prick in those big brown eyes. Fear is good in the Green. Fear is your friend. Unlikely this kid has ever had cause to be afraid, but, by Kevva, you're going to give him some cause. You pull your knife from your belt and press the business end into Ezra's palm, right between the heart and head lines, just enough to dimple but not enough to break skin. He tries to jerk away, but you know how you hold him, grind those wrist bones together like marbles in a sock. "Ezra," your voice is soft, yelling does no good, this kid's probably been yelled at for most of his formative years, and it's obviously made no impression. "You see all this purple shit floating through the air? Pretty, isn't? Looks like fairy dust--" "Ma'am--" he tries to pull free. "Shut it, fool," you push the knife tip just a hair harder, feel him flinch, flinching is good, might save his idiot hide someday. "I break your skin, I give your the faintest kitten scratch of a wound and the spores will get in there and fest black. These spores will eat you from the bones out. You rot from the inside, clear?" "Clear." You let go and he scrabbles his gloves back on. "Fuckin hell," says Del. Big Pete just shakes his head.

Thank Kevva for small favors, the kid is a quick study. Those big hands are surprisingly clever, and even Del is impressed by his ability. The idea licks around your mind that maybe it's time to cut Marko loose for good, Ezra has plenty of raw talent even if he can't shut up. Your time in the Green is almost done, a half cycle to button up the dig, break camp and lift. You've given Del back the rail-gun, traded for harvesting. The thrill of splitting open those strange membranes has never gown old for you, the finicky work of dissecting the carom blisters away from the inner sac, the fizz of the fazer and then your prize revealed, in this moment your mind is fully on the pull, you don't notice anything off until you feel something thump into the back of your helmet, and hear the whine of a primed thrower. A voice crackles ever the common channel. "Drop your weapons boys, or this stupid cow gets one right through the brain pan." Big Pete already has his hands in the air, Petey always was a softy, Del still has his rails, looking at your face for a sign and you shake your head. Take the shot, you think, you try to think it AT him, but you see the rail-gun slide out of his hands. God Damnit.  You would have expected them to act selfishly. You always expected you'd die out here and the business end of some thrower. And, of course, the kid is nowhere to be seen. Probably wandered behind a tree to take a leak or already caught a blast to the skull. "Right then," Your assailant says, he's got your air-hose doubled over in his free hand, "You open up that case so I can--" The thrower discharges and you pitch forward, there is no pain, just pressure,  and suddenly you can breathe easier. You heave against the dead weight on your back, scrabble back down into the slick of dead leaves and needles and then the pressure is gone and you sit up. The dying man crawfishes over the loam, peering out of his helm with wide eyes and blood spattered lips, eyes that plead until they are obliterated. Ezra stands with his thrower smoking, his face pulled up into a rictus of fear and rage. "Del. Petey. Circle back. Comm channel zero. Anything flinches you take it out. Clear?" Big Pete :"Clear" Del: "Clear" "Ezra. Get his filter," "huh?" "Did I stutter? You get his filter and any other kit that's any good." You stand, but your legs want to betray you. You take a couple shambling steps and plant yourself on a fallen tree, watching the kid strip the corpse, peels the filters and o rings and hose like he's done it a million times. Your breath comes hard and ragged. Nausea grips you. All your time in the Green and you never get over that feeling of almost dying, the taste of it on your tongue like hot smoke, and here's the kid gripping your shoulder, helping you up. "We going back to camp?" "Yeah," you say, "Thrower out. There might be more of them."                                                                                                                                                                                         "I didn't want to--" You know where this is going. You remember hearing the same arguments spill out of yourself the first time you had to use a thrower, "I mean, he woulda--" You stop so you can look at him through the foggy business of his helmet. "You did right." You say, "he meant to take our whole pull." Ezra nods, but his eyes are still white-rimmed and shocked. You reach for him and give his arm a little shake. "Let's go. Eyes peeled, clear?" "Clear."

You keep expecting that shaky, nauseated feeling to dissipate on the walk back to camp but it does not. The suit seems suffocating, and you practically bolt for the tent, in and fumbling with your suit before Ezra can even turn on the scrubbers. You reach to doff your helmet, something you've done daily for years, but your hands shake and you fumble the catches, two attempts and you feel like you're drowning in your own exhalations, you need this fishbowl off your head right now, but your hands won't stop shaking. "Here," Ezra pushes your hands away and does the catches himself, lifting the helmet away from your face. His own fishbowl's gone, his sweaty hair sticking up in crazy quills, that little blond streak screaming up from his scalp like an exclamation point, and before you can properly process what's happening, Ezra pulls you into a hug, his arms wrapped tight around your shoulders. Your hands, which, by all means, should be shoving him the fuck off of you, turn traitor and creep around his middle. You're still shaking, but you feel him shaking too, the two of you vibrating with spent adrenaline like plucked guitar strings. His warm palm grips the back of your neck and nestles your head into the space between his neck and shoulder. You let out a watery breath. "Fuck. I'm getting to old for this shit." Ezra makes a dismissive sound. His fingers dig at your nape, pressing into the tight, cabled muscles there. You let yourself lean against him, lean into his warmth. You can't remember a time you've been this close to someone without expecting a backstab. Ezra murmurs. It's okay, we're safe, I've got you, we're safe, reassuring himself as much as you. "Ezra?" "Yes, Ma'am?" "Don't make this your life," You lift your head and look up at him, his brows are furrowed. "I'm afraid I don't understand."  You poke his belly. "Get yourself maybe three solid pulls and then you get the fuck out of here," you say, peering into those big, dark eyes, "Get out and don't come back." "Ma'am?" "The Green changes people," you say, "And generally not for the better." He gives you a hard squeeze that you return and then he releases you, but only partially, one arm still slung over your shoulder. "You know," he says, "I have among my personal effects a bottle of Kanvian fire-water. Once we lift we could find a quiet place on yon freighter and share it." "Kanvian, eh?" You turn up your arm to look at your chronometer. "We boost in, what, a third of a cycle? Manage not to do anything catastrophically stupid between now and then and I'll consider it." His lips pull into a smirk, his dark eyes glittering, crinkling at the corners. He raises his hand to his head in a mock salute. "Yes, Ma'am." "Del and Big Pete should be done with their sweep soon. Start system checks on the ship, then help break camp." "Yes, Ma'am." He scoops up his discarded helmet under one arm and heads for the entrance. "Oh, and, Ezra?" "Yeah?" "You say anything about..." You gesture vaguely, "Whatever this was that just happened--" "Not to worry, fair maiden," he says, grinning, "No word of our tryst shall pass my lips, because I know that the second I let things slip you will undoubtedly shoot me in the face." "The fuck outta here, smooth talker," you laugh. Ezra jams the fishbowl back on his head and steps out into the sticky heat of The Green, zipping the tent behind him. He's a fool, you think as you set about grading and stowing the day's pull, he's a fool and likely to get himself killed. You just hope you're not the one who has to see it.

[thephantomchronicles]

Thought I should also add the rest of my jatp works on ao3 here:

Fight Through the Dark and Find the Spark (Juke)

Rated: Teen and up audiences

No Archive Warnings Apply

Tags: 6+1 Things, Cancer, Sick Character, Alternate Universe - Everybody lives/Nobody dies, Misunderstandings, Happy ending, Julie likes baking, and she’s pretty good at it, Flynn is an amazing friend, Good Parent Ray Molina

Words: 13559

Summary: 

She looked over across the street to Luke's house. She’d actually seen him multiple times ever since they’d met, they were neighbors after all. They’d talked, he’d asked about the bake sale - was disappointed there weren’t any cupcakes left, but the money was for a good cause so he’d conceded -, he seemed like a great guy.

Did Julie have a crush on him? Maybe, who was to say? Flynn. Flynn was to say and she kept saying ask the cute neighbor out. She could make cupcakes again, that would be an excuse to go say hi. Or she could go see where the guitar was coming from. She did have cinnamon rolls...

Or: Six times Julie resorted to baking and one time Luke did

Our Best Days Are Yet Unknown (Juke, Willex, Boggie)

Rated: Teen and up audiences

No Archive Warnings Apply

Tags:  Alternate Universe - Everybody lives/Nobody dies, Kid Fic, this is pure fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, there’s not much of a plot, but things are happening,  Good Parent Ray Molina, they’re all good parents, and the kids are adorable

Words: 8634

Summary:

"You're not growing up, are you?" Luke cooed at Emily just as she finished her bottle.

"Well-" Julie tried to say, but Luke was too busy living some kind of parental crisis at twenty eight years old in the kitchen.

"You're five months old, we still have at least four years left until you're tidying up your room," he said holding her up against his shoulder.

"Okay." Julie sighed, shaking her head as she went back to eating her breakfast.

"Dad! I can't reach my books on the shelf!" Rose shouted from the top of the stairs.

Julie looked back at Luke. "See? Your daughter needs you!" she exaggerated only a little bit.

"Oh my God," Luke whispered and it was actually so precious, Julie couldn't help but smile. "I'm coming!" he called back.

"Give me the baby," Julie said, but Luke shook his head.

"No, I need quality time, every second that goes by brings us closer to college," he said as he walked over to the stairs.

You're a Harmony to the Melody (That's Echoing Inside My Head) (Juke)

Series: Two Worlds Collide When I'm With You

Rated: Teen and up audiences

No Archive Warnings Apply

Tags:  Alternate Universe - Everybody lives/Nobody dies,  Alternate Universe - College/University, Fluff, a little bit of angst, everyone’s a music major, except for Alex and Carrie who are dancers, Friends to Lovers

Words: 14533

Summary:

She was walking down the hallway when she heard a violin through one of the doors. It was slightly ajar so the sound carried on better and Julie easily recognized The Phantom of the Opera. She was about to keep walking, it wasn’t unusual for students to book the rooms to practice, when the tempo changed completely, speeding up and suddenly there were drums and a guitar in the mix.

Julie was momentarily transfixed by the sound. It was beautiful and so different from what she’d expect. So upbeat and full of passion, Julie couldn’t help but stay stuck in her place. She took a step forward to look inside, not able to help herself, only to see Luke Patterson moving his body around as he hit the high notes Christine was supposed to be singing for the Phantom with his bow.

Don't Be Afraid to Fall (You Know I'll Catch You Through It All) (Willex)

Series: Two Worlds Collide When I'm With You

Rated: Teen and up audiences

No Archive Warnings Apply

Tags:  Alternate Universe - Everybody lives/Nobody dies,  Alternate Universe - College/University, dancer!Alex, artist!Willie, Minor Injury, Alex Mercer Has Bad Parents, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Alex Mercer Has Anxiety, Hurt/Comfort, Misunderstandings, I start writing something lighter and suddenly it’s full of angst, Angst with a Happy Ending

Words: 12629

Summary:

Alex was looking at the time and about to go back inside the school where there was heating, when something forcefully collided with him, throwing him on the ground.

The first thing he felt was a searing pain on his right ankle. The second was that someone was rolling off of him while they were still on the ground. Had someone tried to run him over on the sidewalk?

He tried to sit up only for the pain to get sharper when he moved his foot. "Fuck," he hissed.

"Oh my God, I’m so sorry! I’m sorry, are you okay?" the someone who had tried to kill him asked frantically. Well, maybe not kill him, but Alex was in pain, okay?

"No, dude, you ran me over," Alex said through gritted teeth as he sat up, his ankle throbbing.

We Got The Music (Juke)

Rated: General Audiences

No Archive Warnings Apply

Tags:  Alternate Universe - Everybody lives/Nobody dies, Aged-Up Characters, Kid Fic, Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, once again there’s not much of a plot, just Luke and Julie being good parens, and having adorable kids

Words: 2934

Summary:

Emily looked around the studio as much as she could from where she sat, until her eyes fell on the guitars on the other side. "Daddy!" she pointed out with her hand.

Luke wanted to cry a little, but instead he turned her around, letting her stand up on his lap, holding her hands so she wouldn’t fall down.

"You are the smartest baby in the world, you know that?" he said with a grin. Emily probably didn’t understand the compliment but she seemed happy nonetheless.

He let her sit right back down as she turned around and grabbed his hand, putting it on the piano.

"You want me to play something?" he asked. "I don’t think I’m the right person to ask."

Emily, undisturbed by his words, pressed her hand down on his own, trying to get him to hit the key like he had.

"Okay, okay, I can try something," he said not really able to tell her no, "but it won’t be very good, I’m warning you."

Been Moving to the Rhythm for the Whole Day

Rated: General audiences

No Archive Warnings Apply

Tags: Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Aged-Up Character(s), Kid Fic, Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Julie and Luke being great parents, Flynn being a great aunt, the kids being adorable, Not much of a plot, Double Trouble back in action, also there are cookies, and background Flarrie wedding planning

Words: 3160

Summary:

"Mommy and daddy write all of their songs on their own, I’ve seen them," Rose defended them.

"Your parents have a gift," Flynn told her with a smile. "Your mom is gonna sing at my wedding."

"I’m what?" Julie’s head snapped up as she was putting the cookies in the oven.

"Yeah, Carrie and I were talking about it, just imagine it. Rose and Eric throw the flower petals, Carrie walks down the aisle, I walk down the aisle, your beautiful, angelic voice accompanies everyone," Flynn said, staring somewhere far ahead. "Magical," she whispered.

[budapestbug]

„What the Emperor can do, I can do, too." The biggest and most magnificent Baroque-Rococo palace of the country was built in the spirit of this sentence, in the vast reed-lined, boggy and gamy area of Lake Neusiedl. The construction and splendour of the palace complex is connected to Prince Esterházy „Bright” Miklós, who was continuously building it from 1762 until his death in 1790, in order to create a residence that is worthy to royal households, where sumptuous celebrations took place day after day. The palace complex was built in 1720, by using the buildings of the smaller aristocratic residence of the 17th century, and between 1762 and 1784, when it got its form of today, in Baroque, Rococo and Louis XVI style. Eszterháza was visited not only by the senior families of the era but Empress-Queen Maria Theresa also visited it, and the great composer Joseph Haydn also lived and composed here, as well. The park of the palace and the associated landscape is the most matured creation of the Baroque garden art works in Hungary, and at the same time, an ambitious and exemplary appearance of the Baroque landscaping, even by European scale. The park and the landscape, formed according to the plans of Ferenc Zinner and then – presumably - Jacoby, is one of the cleanest composition of the European Baroque landscape architecture in terms of style, and the world's only Baroque landscape system with two focuses, the main lines, essence of composition and characteristic elements of which are still recognizable and can be reconstructed even nowadays. Even the very existence of Eszterháza is the inevitable manifestation of our Europeanism. And if we unite, by means of the appropriate music programs, Haydn's art with the – renewing – palace again and inseparably, it will become one of the key elements of Hungary’s cultural identity within a short period of time. Eszterháza is one of the most important sanctuaries of the European musical culture – we can make the best of the exceptional opportunities implied in one of the most valuable treasures of our national heritage only with this in mind. Photo: Eszterháza Központ (Batár Zsolt)

[gay-ghosts-committing-crimes]

okay but bobby and flynn being friends!!!!

bobby gives her piggy-back-rides and carries her around on his shoulders, and she listens to him ramble about reggie and just. bobby and flynn friendship <3