#incessant asks

[whatafuckinnerd]

you know you never watching the muppets is the least surprising thing ive learned about you tbfh and that's kinda fun i hope youre enjoying

Hah! Yeah, my general vibe is not one that lends well to Muppet energy. But to be honest, I didn't realize I already fraternized with so many fucking muppets. I'm very much enjoying it.

[edsnotden]

big mo4 art dump bc ive gotten into but not posted anything ive drawn for it ..!!!!!!!!!!!!i rlly like this game i have horrific brainrot

[anachilles]

“So, what’s the prognosis, Doc? Am I gonna live?”

Your firehouse buckies? 😍 or anything else with buck x bucky 💓

omg hi! and please yes give me all the excuses to write my firehouse!au buckies!! (for those who may not be familiar - this is firefighter!bucky and bartender/PhD student!buck) here's a little thing set significantly further along than where we're currently at in the actual fic lol. + shout out to @avonne-writes and their 'who's taking who's surname?' poll and the discourse for inspiring a little part of this lol. currently taking prompts from this list: [ x ]

"So, what's the prognosis, Doc? Am I gonna live?"

His voice hoarse and barely there, trust John to tease him even around the tail end of a thermometer, just as Gale went to pull it from his mouth.

'Suppose he can't be too sick if he still has jokes,' was the first thought that came to Gale's mind. The second thought though, sneaking up hot on the first's heels, was 'John would be cracking jokes on his damn deathbed so that really isn't as much of a reassurance as it should be.'

Gale squinted as he examined the numbers. The light was low in the early winter morning, the sun not having quite fully risen yet. He'd usually have switched even just his own bedside lamp on as he got himself ready to leave for the day, but with John's groan of protest that particular morning, he’d quickly switched off again.

It'd been a restless night, and even though they were both feeling the impact of John's tossing and turning, and the seemingly inability for him to breathe at all through his nose anymore, the man himself just looked downright exhausted with it. He'd eventually managed to fall asleep with his hot, clammy forehead pressed into the back of Gale’s neck, plastered to his back, and Gale hadn’t the heart to try and move him despite how he had then been overheating.

"You know there's another, arguably much more enjoyable way to do that..." John leered, even if half-heartedly, and if only to fill the silence as Gale's eyebrows pinched at whatever he saw on the little digital screen.

See, this is why they'd more or less permanently shacked up at Buck's place rather than his. He had stuff like thermometers lying around. Stuff an actual home has.

Gale looked up at him then, incredulous. "You're really trying to flirt with me, sitting there with a 101 degree fever?" he said, turning the thermometer as if to prove his point. Incredulous, but not surprised; not really.

"Baby, if I'm ever sick enough that I don't want to flirt with you, make you blush all pretty like you do, that's when you should be worried."

Gale had almost been tempted to smile at that, until John had to cut himself off, a sudden bout of congested coughing rattling from his throat.

Capturing the inner corner of his bottom lip between his teeth, Gale sighed, his long legs unfolding from beneath him and as he got up from where he'd been perching on his side of the bed. He crossed to John's bedside, pulling the covers further up around the other man’s chest.

Gale clicked his tongue slightly, though his expression and voice betrayed him in their co-ordinating softness. "All of this because you just had to be the hero and go jump in the damn lake."

Off to the side of them, Maverick jumped up onto the bed, sleepily curling in at Bucky's side in the warm spot Gale had just vacated. She bumped her head against John's hand, eager and impatient as the day Gale met her. John responded without even having to look away from the conversation, his fingers scritching at the especially soft little spot of fur behind each of her ears.

“Hey, I saved someone's life."

Gale wordlessly took his phone from his pocket, showing him the text he'd already gotten from Benny, "Just FYI - let the record show that the guy knew how to swim and your boy did not have to jump in after him."

Uh, since when did his team all acquire his boyfriend's number just for the purposes of ratting him out?

"Well how was I supposed to know that?! It’s called due diligence."

Either way, he'd ended up with what seemed to either be a wicked cold or the beginnings of the flu for his trouble.

"You make up for your lack of sympathy with your excellent bedside manner, Doctor" John said, talking half to himself as Gale strode out to the kitchen at the sound of the kettle whistling.

He continued as the other man reappeared a minute later, a steaming Fire Department-branded mug in one hand, his own filled travel mug in the other. "Huh, that's kind of funny, seeing as you will be and everything. Dr Cleven."

“Not that kind of doctor,” Gale muttered, and John breathed out a faint laugh. He knew the difference, duh, but it was cute when Gale interpreted things so literally sometimes before he could think about it.

Gale quirked a brow as he set the mug down on John’s bedside table, batting aside lozenge wrappers and tissues with the rim of it to make room.

"Y'know what has an even better ring to it, though? Dr Gale Egan..."

When the idea of marriage came up between them, it was always in an abstract, vague kind of sense, underpinned by off-hand comments and passing jokes relaying the image of some version of their life that lay a safe distance away on the horizon. It wasn't right in front of them yet, but it felt comfortably inevitable, which made talking about it casually not really a big deal. One of the more common jokes being what they do in terms of surnames.

Gale could tell John was sentimental about his father's name in a way he himself wasn't about his own. It was never said so outright, but he got the sense that it was either a matter of hyphenating (even with John's arguments that neither Cleven-Egan or Egan-Cleven 'sounded right'), or Gale taking John's.

When Gale thought about the idea of shedding his father's name, he felt so much nothing it almost pissed him off because shouldn't it evoke something? Is that not the most normal reaction to losing such a defining part of your identity, feeling some sense of sadness? Of loss? It felt more to him like shrugging off a grimy, weather-beaten old coat turned threadbare in the elements, not particularly pleasant but reliably familiar. It was simply what he had.

Looking now, he took in the pallid, rheumy face and contrastingly long, firm lines of a man who loved him like John loved him. Who loved him so unshakeably, proved to him over and over seemingly without even really having to try; who made it look easy. Who loved him in a way he didn't think he ever could be loved, or be prompted himself to love like he loved John back.

"Well, then I guess you have until I finish my PhD to marry me."

There was a weird beat of silence and neither seem to be sure whether they were still joking or not.

“You saying you want to marry me? Is that a proposal? A deathbed proposal?” The look that bloomed on John’s face was as adorable as it was utterly insufferable. It was, however, quickly dispelled however by a sudden sneeze. He reached for more tissues, the groan that followed evidently vexed.

It cut through whatever tension had inadvertently bled into the moment, though, and Gale smiled. “Bless you. Tempting proposition that it is…” Gale finally said, as he checked his watch. When he continued, there was an edge of regret in his voice. “If I want to be Dr Anything I’d better get going.”

A noise echoed from John's throat, half displeased, half mournful.

Gale sighed and leant forward, bringing a gentle hand to John's fever-flushed cheek, his thumb stroking lightly on the sharp angle of his cheekbone. "Now, you get some sleep and drink plenty of water, you hear me? You can have more of these here pills in like a couple more hours. I should be home around 3ish, but text me if you need anything or your temperature gets any higher."

His voice was as even and steady as ever, only John could tell he was fretting slightly by how unsettled his hands were, and how they kept touching him, fiddling with the blankets, smoothing things down that were already smoothed down as he spoke.

John reached out and grab Gale's wrist, stilled it, in a odd reversal of their usual roles. "Okay, okay..." he acquiesced lightly, easily, and was immediately rewarded when Gale's fingers laced into the sweat-damp curls that had fallen down into his face, moving them aside so he could press a kiss to his forehead. His lips lingered for an achingly welcome half-beat, before moving to press another to his cheek.

Gale tore himself away then, grabbing his wallet, keys, and the steaming travel mug where he'd abandoned them on the dresser, and tossed his bag over his shoulder. A few second later, he was gone.

“Dr Gale Egan” is all John thinks about for the rest of the day.

In between naps, that is.

[swiftfootedachilles]

Mickey the type to be sitting quietly during a Gallagher sibling argument and suddenly go, "Wrap this up so I can fucked!"

no yeah i can definitely see him saying something like this just to annoy and disgust all the gallaghers. "okay we're ending this family meeting NOW. my husband promised me we would try out our new handcuffs tonight so i dont have time for this shit" or "shut the fuck up and go back to your own house lip its twenty minutes past my scheduled blowjob time i could have blown at least 2 loads in the time you two've been bitching at each other" then he physically drags ian out of the room. his entire life's goal is to bother his in-laws as much as humanly possible

[aurosoul]

currently helping to design a gravestone… never have I so reverently arranged flower lineart

[theclownbehindtheslaughter]

vox's sleeping habits/positions

RIGHT. SO.

box!vox probably slept semi-normally at first (but with the aid of a specialized pillow for his neck), seeing as TVs didn't have vents like we do today; so he slept just fine on his side or back (but sleeping on his stomach was a no-go, because while the pillow pressing on his throat wouldn't be much of a problem due to the vent/gills on his torso, he still had curved glass)

then when he got up the 80s VCR TVs (which gained obvious vents on the sides) he probably could only (comfortably) sleep on his back, because the vents were on the side of a TV more often then naught, and he still had curved glass on his head.

with the wonderful FLAT SCREEN TECHNOLOGY, at first it would've been similar to his 80s/90s boxheads, because flatscreen TV doesn't equal the casing, but just the glass (there were flatscreens in the late 60s, but were expensive to produce if you wanted to have okay graphics similar to that of curved glass if i remember correctly, so it was shelved for wide-spread use for a couple decades) would be flat (and the casing a little longer width-wise and thinner depth-wise),

^ like this

So now he could sleep on his front and back, but then as flatscreens quickly become more and more modern, his vents would move to the back (because no space on the side),

and that leaves me with the assumption that Vox has to sleep on his stomach. i don't know what good this post has done anyone by having me yap about the correlation of development and refinement of TV ventilation systems and location of such things would affect what position Vox sleeps in, but here you go!

i know... so much. ask me anything at all about TVs and Vox and i can somehow make a correlation. please, i would actually love that. please stick your hands into the bars of my enclosu-

[privaterecording1clips]

genuine question: where does “private recording 1” come from?? i’m out of the loop, i didn’t realize a whole fan community existed!

Wonderful question!! It is true that this is sort of a fandom-made name for this “group” but let me explain!

Private Recording 1 I believe comes from a voice-chat within Chilled’s discord server that is often used for streaming (and sometimes recording?). I don’t know how it got adopted by us, it just did lmao. The name incorporates basically anyone who is a regular in the streams (and videos) of Chilled, Ze, and Co. since they’re kind of at the epicentre of everyone, but of course it is not necessary for them to be included (The cool thing about PR1 is that pretty much anyone can come and go, and the term “group” is… incredibly loose)

Us as a fandom are a small bunch, but we do our best and are very passionate about our streamers!!

I’m gonna put a little rant (all good things, all good things lol) in the RBs about how much I love what PR1 is <3 Thanks for the question!!

[soullessjack]

this isn’t important but my blog links got messed up somehow so for the time being I don’t have my about page anywhere sorry *_* I’ll probably just fix it after work or something

[bunnihearted]

ཻ۪۪♡.

[thetarttfuldickhead]

Interested in hearing about the TL 1x05 Canon divergence fic if you have thoughts to share!

I do have thoughts and you are a darling for asking about them!

So, concept: Ted doesn’t bench Jamie, Jamie goes on to score a hat trick, and Richmond wins the game… only no one but Jamie is feeling particularly good about it. The dressing room is subdued, but our precious prick couldn’t care less, he’s being his very best (worst) arrogant self. Roy is fed up to the point where he, realizing that Ted isn’t about to do anything, follows Jamie home and knocks on his door to have a very civil and polite word about what being part of a team means.

Predictably, the conversation quickly devolves into shoving and growling and – less predictably (to them, not to any reader) – it then takes a turn for the sexy and the messy when Roy realizes that Jamie isn’t exclusively pissed off about being pushed against a wall. Not a particularly original set-up, granted, but it’s a classic for a reason, so.

This is basically pure kink, fulfilling all my enemy ship and sadist!Roy and bratty subs being taken down a peg needs (except that last bit might not quite work out in the way Roy imagines, and in the end there’s some actual conversation and vague hints at vague Feelings because I’m bad at not letting them be a little bit vulnerable too. At the end of the day my true kink is character studies, so a little bit it's that, but disguised as sparkling pornography).

This is the fic I’ve got the most stuff already written for and I’m very excited about this idea, but it’s also the piece I’m least confident about writing. We’ll see how it goes!

[mecachrome]

ahhh i am obsessed with your landoscar fics you are an amazing writer!! may i ask any wips currently??

wahhh thank you so much anon!!! i do have 2 wips but neither of them are explicitly landoscar and they sort of make no sense which is why it's been a #struggle and i ended up writing t2mn in the span of 48 hours c__c one of them is jb81 aka jense/oscar mutual ~impossible attraction~ to lando and being semi-toxic to each other about it & the second is 234 femslash aka babywesbian lando infatuation with alex self-discovery fic that's supposed to be like a split narrative with eventual 814.... which. yeah halksdfh

i've had a lot of other random ideas but nothing that's really come out of them ;; also i don't have the skill for pwp either which i feel like makes me exceedingly lame and boring... but forever dreaming of 814 vaguely dystopian contractual soulbond fic if anyone wants to write that :') also i'd love to do a mixed media thing because i LOVE coding elaborate html/css elements but the problem is i'm so bad at the Writing Content part... T__T if anyone needs a hyperspecific skin coded for their social media fic plzzzzz hit me up 🙏🙏🙏

[timetravellingkitty]

i really love your music recs! keep it up!! (sorry if i feel like a stalker but it does brighten my day lol sorry)

this is more validation than my dad has given me in the last 5 years so you're good lmao thank you

[peachdues]

I've had four different friends try and get me to start demon slayer but I kept putting it off

Your sanemi fics are going to be the reason I finally start watching it

bestie I —

You can’t just compliment me like that, I’m going to fall in love with you!!! And cry!!!

If you do watch, pls tell me all your feral thoughts!! Join the brain rot!!!

Also MSMSLLAKSKS thank you so much 😭

[zukkaoru]

"don't touch that" + any variation of kunichuuranzai

“Don’t touch that,” Ranpo warns.

Dazai pauses, his fingers mere centimeters away from the flower. Normally, he wouldn’t hesitate to disobey, but something in Ranpo’s tone tells him right now is not the time to cause problems on purpose. “Why not?”

“Kunikida made it.” They hop off of their chair and stride over to where Dazai is leaning against the counter, reaching out towards the single rose in a vase half-filled with water. “If you touch it, it’ll just turn back into paper.”

Dazai frowns. He drops his hand back to his side. “Why keep flowers around if I can’t even touch them?”

“Uh, because that one isn’t for you? It’s for Chuuya, which you would know if you came out to eat breakfast with the rest of us this morning.”

“I wasn’t hungry!” Dazai folds his arms over his chest. “Anyway, where’s your flower? Or is Kunikida-kun just finally admitting he likes Chuuya best?”

Ranpo laughs. “Mine was made of chocolate, and I ate it already. Unfortunately, only people who eat breakfast get a flower.”

Dazai glares at them. He knows they’re only joking, and even if he isn’t, it’s a stupid thing to get upset about. But Ranpo has a way of getting under Dazai’s skin—often without really meaning to. And they aren’t the sort of person to openly apologize for such mistakes, though Dazai would be hypocritical if he held that against them.

But before he can snipe back with something far crueler than Ranpo deserves, he hears the door open and Chuuya calls out, “We’re back!”

“Don’t—” Ranpo starts, but Dazai is already running towards the door, leaving his cane behind. He’ll have plenty of time to regret it later, after he beats Ranpo to Kunikida and Chuuya.

(send me a sentence (+ a ship) and i'll write the next five sentences)

[snzluv3r]

3?

3. How often do you blow your nose?

so ridiculously often like probably a lot more often than you’d imagine it’s embarrassing.

i am shy about sneezing in front of other people and will absolutely run into another room to have a sneezing fit in private but when it comes to nose blowing i can no longer afford to be shy and within the past 6 months have started blowing my nose whenever i need to at work, which is so often my nose is just permanently red and sore.

i still cringe every time i have to pull a crumpled up tissue out of my pocket to wipe at my nose with on the train or really anywhere public, and i definitely still find myself going to the bathroom to privately and properly blow my nose into some paper towels way too often, but sometimes it is simply a battle between what feels less embarrassing at the time (and sniffling every five seconds tends to be a lot noisier and attention grabbing than blowing my nose as quietly as possible every fifteen minutes)

so yeah i blow my nose a lot

[aurosoul]

haven't posted selfies in ages... here is Professional Clothes Shopping from during my big conference prepping