#lany-the-procrastinator

[greatprotector-if]

Modern au

K, G and V are roommates. How does a typical day in the house go?

OHHH thank you very much for the ask this is so fun!

It would go... well! Perhaps surprisingly so! Very long reply, this sort of got away from me lol

The day would start in this household at around 6:30 am, because both Kallias and V are very much morning people. They'd go to the gym together, and V would begrudgingly force Kallias to eat breakfast and make sure they don't pass out from dehydration. Afterwards Kallias would be off to their university/college classes, and Galen would tear themself out of bed to go to work as a firefighter! They work long hours and they'd crash as soon as they get home so the other two would barely catch a glimpse of them on workdays, which Kallias would constantly bitch and moan about. "You never spend any time with us..." "What's the point of living together if we never see you?" "Do you miss me when you're at work, Galen?" "Do you think of me when you're carrying those people out of those fires with those big, strong arms of yours?" "You can practice on me, you know. No, I insist, that's what friends are for..." And V would watch this with disgust written all over their face.

I think professional athlete would be a good fit for V, but for the purposes of this ask I'm going to say they're a lifeguard or something so they're not away 90% of the time. (If they were a pro athlete however, Kallias would come to every single one of their competitions, with signs and while wearing a T-shirt adorned with V's face, and Galen would come to as many as they could with their busy schedule.)

On their days off, Galen would go grocery shopping for the entire household! They wouldn't impulsively buy out a store's entire stock of frozen corndogs like Kallias would, and they would actually consider the tastes of the other people in the house unlike V, so they're the perfect candidate! Not to mention they actually enjoy it. Kallias likes to tag along ("This is so domestic. We probably look like we're married lol" *gets completely ignored), and when they return to the house V takes it upon themself to unload all the groceries.

None of the people in that house are good at cooking, but V is... okay at it, so they share the designated chef role with Kallias, who is unfortunately dog shit. They try, they really do, but they're prone to leaving the stove on for too long, switching the sugar for salt ("Who needs sugar when you're this—" "Shut the fuck up."), and trying to cook potatoes in microwaves. And so V often ends up either taking over completely, or gracing Kallias with their very, very close supervision. Or they'd unanimously agree to just order out.

Also, weekly board game/card game nights. Galen is the current reigning champion of Big Two.

Hope I answered the question somewhere in there LMAO

[mata-aetara-if]

"Uchiha massacre" will follow the anime or the manga?

I haven’t read the manga so 90% of my naruto knowledge is anime based, including the Uchiha massacre !

[do-it-for-the-fandom]

For the shipper prompts and games, caskett of course 😝

Who ever would have expected me to be asked about Caskett?

Who would win tickle wars?

Castle just doesn't have it in him to win a tickle war. Either through an icy-cold glare, the threat of bodily harm or by not-so-subtly reminding him of the much better uses for his hands, I am 100% sure Beckett would have him reconsidering his actions very quickly.

Who would draw pictures of the other in their sketchbook?

Castle 100%. Beckett might have little hearts scribbled down somewhere that make her think of Castle, but I don't see her drawing portraits of him at all.

Who would hold hands while walking?

Usually Castle would initiate the hand-holding in more crowded places (like walking down the streets around the city, whole they're shopping, etc.) but in quieter places (like strolling along the beach at the Hamptons, or maybe if they visit th4e Beckett's cabin) I feel like Beckett would take the opportunity to be the one to initiate.

Who would give cheek kisses?

Both of them. All the time. Hello, goodbye, nice shoes. They just like to kiss.

Who would start a snowball fight?

Castle. You just know he cannot be outside in the snow for more than five minutes without pelting a snowball at someone. Like, come on, tell me I'm wrong! haha.

Who would slip the most on a date to go ice skating?

Beckett. She confessed to not being a very good ice-skater, right? Or did I imagine that?

Who leaves letters in the other's locker?

I feel like this would obviously be Castle, right? He is, after all, the writer.

Who would bring lunch to work for the other?

I was thinking this question wouldn't really apply because usually they're together so they'd just 'get lunch' rather than one bringing the other lunch, you know? But then I thought about present-day Castle bringing Beckett lunch because Lily is at school and the twins are at daycare (or equivalent) and he should be writing but the loft is just so... quiet. And he misses her. And he is procrastinating but he won't openly admit to that.

Who would want to cuddle at the movie theatre?

Castle. But Beckett wouldn't object.

Who would buy a cheezy cliche holiday gift?

Both. In fact, they've started a competition to see who can out-cheese the other. Alexis is the judge.

Who would start and argument about what colour curtains they would have at home?

Beckett doesn't care about the curtains, she just wants somewhere she can hang her great big artwork (and Castle happily provides her with somewhere).

Who would remember their anniversary?

They both do.

Bonus: Beckett has it saved in her calendar on her phone because she doesn't want to forget (but she never does).

Who would blurt out how much they love the other in front of people?

Beckett is just always so aware of who is around her and not wanting to express too much around others, I don't really see her blurting anything in front of anyone. Like, maybe in front of the main group of people (The boys, Lanie, Castle's family, maybe her dad?) but I really can't see her talking about her love for Castle in front of anyone else. Castle, on the other hand, I feel would happily shout his love for her from the rooftop. He's pretty respectful of the fact that she is very private, so I don't think he would go blurting anything either, but I think he is more likely to do so.

If Beckett were to 'blurt' anything, it would be a very strategic and well thought out blurting, I am sure haha.

Who would offer to wash the other's back in the shower?

Castle would offer to wash Beckett from head to toe, I think. And if she were to let him, I think he would take great care in doing so. Castle is definitely an 'acts of service' kind of guy - he cooks for her, etc. - so I can definitely see him doing this kind of thing often, especially if work has been a bit rough for Beckett. But the thing about Beckett is she gives just as much as she gets so, unless Castle specifically is like "No, this is just for you" I think that she would always return the favour without question.

Who would post statuses about the other on Facebook?

Castle's twitter feed would be 95% promoting his novels and 5% gushing about Beckett and their family.

Who would have the other's picture as their phone background?

Beckett.

I'm trying to think back to if I've ever paid attention to her phone background... nothing is coming to mind. But I do recall Castle's being his book cover at one point. So I don't see him as a 'personal photo as my background' kind of guy.

Who would take pictures of the other while they're sleeping?

Castle, 100%.

Who says I love you?

I mean, do I even need to answer this one?

Although, I feel like post season 8 Beckett just tries to say it as often as possible. Like, all day every day to the point where even Castle is like "Yeah, you can chill a little bit now"

[aemondtragaryen]

HI LANIE ❤️ i'd like to know 4🧭 and 8♻️

hi Cat!!! thank you so much for asking <3 so excited to answer these

4. An alternative title to your/ one of your WIP(s)?

so many!!! too many!!!!!! I finally settled on "The Dream of a Burning Kingdom" (for now LOL) but these were all the possibilities. "Where Peace Dies" IS metal though, I'm a little obsessed.

8. A scrapped idea for your current WIP

once again so many but one is my oc, Owen killing his brother by stabbing him in the heart with the ceremonial dagger his elder brother Altan is wearing RIGHT BEFORE Altan's coronation after the death of their father. Owen would have blood on his hands as he takes his brother's crown and places it on his head.

Owen is an absolute unlikeable villain but I've changed how I've perceived his character. He will be unlikeable and leave a bad taste in everyone's mouth but I've adapted him to be fiercely loyal to his elder brother.

asks for a writer procrastinating on my WIPs

[castle-dominion]

5x21 still

beautiful music & coffee RC: Yes, which is writer-speak for “all procrastinations welcome”. So what was it? A terrorist plot? A meth lab?

Women hate it when men do that

six minutes is a long enough time bro

Love the badges lol. also love the writer jacket

mum suggested that this is not diego

GET OUT OF THERE BABES GET OUT GET OUT

he WAS planning on selling baseball cards

Oh NO she got trapped or it's a mine

Ok but if it is that sensitive with my adhd I'd die

RC: Loose nail. That’s how floorboards get wonky. KB: You know, if I have to be stuck not standing on a bomb, then I’m glad I’m stuck with you. remember Cuffed?

mahoney my beloved

Gates my beloved & ryan's outfit my beloved

Spray paint my beloved like in indiana jones-- hE SAID THE SAME THING

No it cannot. Going DOWN should not set it off... shifting weight should not set it off, gosh my add would kill me

it's a unique episode, stationary instead of running around after murderers bomb buddy <3

RC, correct: That would be great if you were a reliable judge of your own feelings, which clearly, you’re not. But he brings up the wrong example. She liked you as an author, then she thought u were annoying & you thought she was hot, then you realized she was more than hot & she kind of liked you even tho she hated you, & then you fell for each other & he stopped liking you for being hot but for being you (including your hotness lol)

love all the flashbacks his ear XD APPLES ajdfasjdkfhsjfh I love the flshbacks

RC: Oh, geez. How do you even get in that position? The three boys: EW EW EWWWW

her hair became boring. I miss her old hair

KB: That’s not how I meant it. I can’t help it if you get off by putting things in my mouth.

She's right he did WAY more with bad sayings lol

Cut to: we've never done this before (escept yk that's not what actually happens)

Poor Boyer. poor boyer ten months hhh

Gates my beloved What was that with gates & esposito

BRO... WHAT ARE YOU THINKING

OH NO HE'S DEAD I FORGOT

Oh no he probably set a bunch of bombs!

Like a colonoscopy

Quick as we can, slow as we have to you have a daughter get rid of your porn collection? (esposito: I got u covered bro) WAIT I WAS RIGHT RC: You need me to hind your porn stash so your dad doesn’t find it? I don't make promises. Esp if idk what I'm promising to do

wow hours...

What if I think of ice cream on a sunday afternoon? What if I think of something on a something afternoon? It's ice cream on a sunday afternoon I lick I lick. What flavour of the ice cream will I pick? I want RASP BER RY. I want CHO CO LATE. I want chocolate chip mint chocolate chip with chocolate sauce-a

Lanie knew (& maddie knew & esposito knew & jordan shaw knew & that fbi guy with the dirty bomb knew) how did I forget about natalie rhodes? (& demming asked castle) Who is that last gal tho?

Many of those were undercover & there was that one when she was on a date with the puppy fireman-- BTW WHY DIDN'T ESPOSITO LOOK INTO HIM WHEN THEY WERE TRYING TO FIGURE OUT ABOUT CASKETT?

KB: No, it wasn’t a coincidence because you were always following me around. Why? ‘cause you were into me.

Castle is just playing her lol

They didn't have that silly fake sound when he got hit

They are seriously calling esposito? (also what is the injury on his arm? Is it ever explained? No? Good. I like how he is allowed to have random injuries that have explanations even if they were not explained onscreen. Maybe he was cooking. He has a life outside of what we see.)

JE: Seriously? Who liked who first? JE: You do realize that I’m busy trying to save your life? JE: listens, but he doesn’t really care. KR: Who’re you talking to? He covers the microphone. JE: It’s Castle and Beckett. I think they’re starting to crack. Check it out. He flips his phone over to speaker. KR gives JE a look. They’ve lost interest. KR: Yeah, well, totally losing it. JE: Yep.

Why is there a timer too?

30m & not 47 seconds exactly castle my man

Only half an hour left? Oof look at these beautiful scenes look at this flashback but it is different from the previous funny ones I just love it

MARTHA BUSTING IN ON THEM LMAO

The story always matters The flashbacks are getting annoying but actually I like it. & then the samebrain moments. I just saw a youtube video of samebrain moments & then his spun tales I love it. Spinning too far insane

RIGHT? THE BASEBALL CARDS WERE INDEED SUS

Read em through each individually

Oof only 10m left. I can't believe it has taken hours & then suddenly only 30m left

Clever of her to have made him promise this Girl you have a daughter

First name hhhhhh I love you HHHHH Always

Has she had anything to drink all day?

Calling her dad hkjsdfhsjkdfhh good for her this is saddddd who else does she absolutely need to call

MONTGOMERY HJKASHFDJKHSFJDSKFJSGHJDSKFSDJ

this is another flashback sequence sjfdksljfklsdj mmmmmmm

Great scene there camera angle like that

But srs what if they DO like put a box beside her

CASTLE IS SO CLEVER

But that didn't mean anything, diego didn't know anything...

Porn, more porn witness protection?

Ryan has removed his tie... (someone should take pics from allllll angles & on all days for this man & his outfit)

But what is the kid's NEW name? & what was his code BEFORE he got the name?

five digit code tho JE: What kind of mother’s gonna call her kid Willy unless she wants his ass kicked every day at the playground? could have been the kid's bday

Maybe DON'T step off yet just in case it only deactivated the timer...

Love how he slams the table once castle confirms she's off

Always <3

ngl when I first noticed the red car (in under the influence with the musician & the foster kid, the joey malone ep) I thought it was his personal vehicle but it has lights & stuff on it. & gates is in it huh THAT'S WHY HE TURNED ON THE SIREN, TO PREVENT THEM FROM KISSING IN FRONT OF GATES also becks needs some water & food sharing hugs but they didn't switch hugs, it was only especkett & rystle.

Even you mr castle! She was a detective too! gates <3 <3 <3 castle looks so proud lol

clipping that lol

the music jfsdhfskdhjdsj but they def had more kisses that were not onscreen again with the flashback I'm love

What a great kiss

[miwtual]

1, 3, 6, 7 + 8 !!!!

1. How did you get into graphics / gif making?

honestly it was something i wanted to do for a long time, ive been on tumblr for WAY too long and would see gifs and be like "how can i do that" so i decided to just. learn how to when quarantine first started KNSLDF

3. Who/what inspires your graphics / gifs?

basically everyone i follow who creates something KSNDFL doesnt matter if u just make graphics or rarely make gifs or anything in between, if u create u have probably inspired me at LEAST once in the time ive been editing

6. Your favourite graphic and or gif creators

like i said in the last answer, basically everyone i follow who creates BSJDKF but to name a few: @benoitblanc @natasharomanovf @kieumy @william-byers @xuwenwu @beck-oliver @poppywright @yellenabelovas @twofacedlover and ofc u lanie <33

7. Your favourite graphic and or gif by someone else

i love everything @xuwenwu makes but this spiderman far from home set is one of my favorite things in the world on tumblr it hasnt left my mind since the set was posted KNSDLMF

8. Your favourite graphic and or gif created by yourself

im super proud of this set of marina's ancient dreams in a modern land, it was a bitch to make but i think it came out SO pretty <3

graphic/gifmaker asks!

[greatshell-rider]

day twenty-four of quARTine: parent (prompt list)

Jerry missed peanut butter. He missed a lot of things from Earth, but after visiting dozens of planets and browsing through dozens more betwixt markets, he’d found suitable replacements for most stuff—a lot of it cooler, truthfully, with magics or technologies from thousands of ’scapes woven into every fabric and material.

But he had yet to find a foodstuff even sort of close to peanut butter. And he missed it.

Jerry shoved his hands in his hoodie pouch, the shopping bag dangling from his elbow as he wandered through the aisles of the store. A scrunched-up paper in his hand got steadily sweatier, each item on the list of requests from Lani and Cindy scratched off. The bag on his arm was full. He had no reason to stay at Stuff? Food? You Decide! any longer.

He paused by a shelf stocked with jars of “sliknut spread”. The containers were clear, revealing the creamy golden-brown spread inside, and each had a patterned bow tied around its lid. He reached for a pink-bowed one, but hesitated. Then shook his head and headed for the clerk’s counter. He paid with a handful of fingernail-sized crystals left over from the last ’scape.

The clerk eyed them skeptically. “Jastners?” they asked in Wide.

Jerry shrugged. “Think so.”

“Eh.” They dropped the crystals in the tin. “Thank you for shopping at Stuff? Food? You Decide! on Vaspin’s. Tell your friends about us, and have a nice day.”

“You too,” Jerry said, but the clerk was already shifting on their stool to greet the next customer. He grabbed his sword from the bin—leaving behind a small mace and bandolier of smoke bombs—and switched the grocery bag to his other arm as he left the shop. The enchanted wooden gecko engraven over the door yawped his departure, just as it had when he’d entered.

It was raining still, so Jerry put up his hood and drudged down the street, not caring that he splashed through muddy puddles or that rainwater dripped onto the unprotected groceries. Not many people were out, and he soon left the town, so it was quiet but for the sound of rain as he walked. The scenery was pretty enough—the road was bordered by a white picket fence, separating it from gentle rolling hills blanketed with turquoise coral-like plants—but Jerry felt his mood darkening the longer he walked. Earth’s rain didn’t react aggressively against his skin, leaving nasty green boils wherever a drop hit. The more he thought about it, the more he realized how much this planet sucked.

You suck, he thought at it, kicking a pebble of the same turquoise from the fields down the road.

He could imagine Lani’s smug retort. Salty you don’t align to its magic, aren’t you? Which, of course, she could say, since she aligned perfectly and could send large objects flying with just her mind. Typical.

By the time he reached the two-storied cottage with roof tiles made of that weird turquoise-coral whatever, Jerry had mud streaked up to his knees and a minor headache—another of this ’scape’s fun little side effects it gave him; something to do with the particle composition in the atmosphere’s lower layers or some crap, according to Lani—and would’ve rathered to brawl a Nellio in one of their lava pits than deal with anyone. Unfortunately, Lani was sitting at the table when he came in, building a house out of cards with her newly-learned telekinesis. House was inaccurate, really. His sister started on a third tower of her castle as he kicked off his boots.

“Is it raining again?” she asked, too innocently, though the patter of raindrops could clearly be heard and seen on the windows.

Jerry said nothing, dropping the groceries on the tabletop.

A mistake. At his silence, Lani turned in her chair to face him, a smile spreading across her face as she set her elbow on the backrest and rested her cheek against her fist. “Did someone have a hard time in town today?” she lamented in a babyish tone. “No one told you how cool your sword is?”

Jerry stomped up the stairs.

“Oh no, now I’ve upset him too—Hey, don’t forget you’re also making dinner!”

He reached the door and slammed it shut behind him harder than necessary. The room was empty, and there he let out a tight, angry breath. That left him feeling drained, his headache even worse now, and he dropped wearily onto his cot of the three, setting his sword down beside him. Maybe he would just sleep the rest of the day away, try to forget, since he’d already failed at not remembering.

But as he bent to pull off his socks, he saw his small pile of belongings by the foot of the cot, and laying atop his change of clothes, a flower. It had yellow petals and a brown disk, very similar to an Earth sunflower. When he picked it up, however, the petals shifted to a lavender hue and the disk a sickly white. Jerry scowled, crushing the flower in his fist and throwing it aside. He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, fists clenching and unclenching as he breathed in and out, in and out. His headache pounded. Even after counting to fifty, then back down to zero, he nearly went down the stairs to confront Lani about that thing. It had to have been her. It had to. Who else? Who else, after all these years, after all they’d been through, who else—

A rap on the window. Jerry looked up. Cindy’s face stared back on the other side of the glass. Ze beckoned him over, then motioned for him to open the window. He did so, expecting zir to clamber in, but ze instead turned and walked down the slanted roof of the cowshed without a word, probably thinking he would follow.

“Cindy,” he called zir, “I don’t have shoes.” The rain didn’t react strangely to zir skin, so ze was free to go as barefoot as ze wanted, but Jerry less so.

“You’re already wet.” Ze crouched and, gripping the edge of the roof, swung zirself down to the ground before Jerry could reply. Ze stepped into the shed and out of view.

Jerry wavered, looking over his shoulder at the door leading downstairs. A part of him wanted to stay stubbornly inside the room, to curl up on his cot and refuse to move or speak until Lani came up and apologized. . . . Well, she would never do that, except to mock him. But he could make her make her own dinner. It would serve her right. Today of all days . . .

But Jerry couldn’t stay in this room for a second longer. Not upstairs. With his socks still on, he balled his fists in the hoodie’s long sleeves and hopped through the window. It didn’t matter if his clothes got soaked and got his skin damp. For some reason, only falling raindrops caused the boils. So, though his socks got unpleasantly soggy, Jerry was able to carefully slide down the tiles to the edge of the roof and copy Cindy’s move, swinging himself down. He padded into the cowshed, which was really just a second, shorter roof protruding from the back of the cottage propped up on stilts. Currently it only sheltered a single scrawny goat, the only animal they’d found for sell in town. In theory she gave milk, but so far had only eaten absurd amounts of hay that beguiled her skinny frame. Right now, she was nibbling on grain cupped in Cindy’s palm, and gave Jerry a distrustful stare with a single dark eye as he walked in.

He ignored her, putting his back to a post and sliding down until he was sitting. Though the roof blocked the rain, he kept his hood up.

For a while, Cindy said nothing. When the goat finished off the grain, ze grabbed a brush and sat cross-legged. The goat settled right down and laid her head in zir lap, eyes drifting half-shut as Cindy moved the brush down her back in long, steady strokes. Jerry rested his chin on his drawn-up knees, watching the strangely hypnotic scene, listening to the rain beat against the turquoise-tile roof. He sniffled quietly and crossed his arms over his knees, burying his nose into the sleeves of his hoodie. The specific garment was surprisingly common across the ’scapes, so Jerry had frequent access to them, but he had yet to find one exactly like Earth’s. Something about the fabric, the dye or material or design, just wasn’t right. He ran his thumb idly down a seam. Maybe it was just the scent. Nothing like mass-produced Walmart brands, right?

Cindy hummed, and Jerry realized he’d spoken aloud.

“Nothing,” he mumbled. “Just . . . Just feeling nostalgic I guess.” But that wasn’t right. This mix of sadness and anger, of guilt, of despair, of pain, it wasn’t something as whimsical as nostalgia. Jerry didn’t know if it could be defined with one word.

He fidgeted, picking at a ball of fuzz on the sleeve. “It’s just.” He huffed. Tried again. “Shopping today, surrounded by stuff, by foods that are familiar, but not the same, I just—” He cut himself off. There was a long pause. Jerry buried his face completely into his sleeves, hands sliding up underneath his hood to grip his hair.

“I miss it,” he said, voice muffled. “I miss it so bad, Cindy.”

He thought he was too angry for tears. But there they were, burning at his eyes. At least his hoodie was already wet, right? No one could tell. No one knew.

“It’s your home,” Cindy said.

“It is,” Jerry said angrily, swiping his arm across his face then scrubbing his knuckles at his eyes. “It’s not perfect, of course it isn’t. Yes there’s loads of planets and ’scapes without corrupt governments or decade-long wars or, or, or climate change, but it’s still mine! It’s had everything I’ve ever wanted.” He sighed, because that wasn’t true either. That’s why he and Lani had started the whole thing, wasn’t it? They’d wanted more. And in the process, they’d lost everything.

Jerry dropped his head into his hands. He pressed his fingers hard against his closed eyes, though it made his head hurt more. “Do you know what day it is?” he asked Cindy, his voice croaky.

In zir silence, he imagined zir shaking zir head.

“My mom’s birthday.” He swallowed, his mouth and throat dry. “And the anniversary.”

That made him laugh, a harsh, bitter bark. “Anniversary,” he sneered. “Like it’s something to celebrate.” His hands dropped to dangle over his knees, and he stared sightlessly at the straw-strayed dirt. “Maybe for the slavers.”

He swallowed again, knowing he had to say it and hating himself for it. “It’s my fault, you know,” he said. It came out in a hoarse whisper. He tried to clear his throat, but it didn’t do any good. “My fault. Partly, sure. Lani and I both did it. But it is. My—”

He hadn’t noticed Cindy moving until ze was suddenly next to him, extending an arm across his shoulders. Ze said nothing, but pulled him close in a hug. At first Jerry resisted, going stiff in zir embrace, and Cindy started to loosen zir grip and pull away. That shot a spike of panic through Jerry’s heart and he slumped, burying his face into zir shoulder. He started crying again, quietly, as he’d learned to do in the trench, and Cindy held his shaking body tight.

“I miss her,” he sobbed, “and it’s my fault.”

He thought ze would say something, some trite phrase that was supposed to be comforting, supposed to resemble her, but ze didn’t. Ze rested zir chin atop his head and began to sing. A soft, lilting melody, haunting in the rainshower’s murmur. Jerry had heard the song before. Once, Cindy had told him it was the lullaby her parents had sung together when ze was a toddler, to help zir fall asleep. It was the same song they’d whispered into zir ear before sending zir away.

The rain continued to drizzle.

[lanynotblue]

我是藍尼。

My name is LANY.

[cup0fstarz]

you know how much of a threat tendo was during season 3? like his impact even gave him his own theme song, but suna is gettin paid dust

[readerbookclub]

One Year Later, May’s Booklist

Hurray! It’s been a year since the book club first started. Time really does fly. And why not celebrate this birthday by looking back on some of the books we’ve read together? This month’s book list is made up of novels by author’s whose works we read throughout the past year. Let’s revisit some old favourites, shall we? 

In May 2020, when the world felt like it was going to end and so many of us had more time than we could spend, this book club read its first book. Neil Gaiman’s, The Ocean at the End of the Lane, kept us occupied during that frightening time. So our first pick for this list is:

Stardust, by Neil Gaiman:

Life moves at a leisurely pace in the tiny town of Wall—named after the imposing stone barrier which separates the town from a grassy meadow. Here, young Tristran Thorn has lost his heart to the beautiful Victoria Forester and for the coveted prize of her hand, Tristran vows to retrieve a fallen star and deliver it to his beloved. It is an oath that sends him over the ancient wall and into a world that is dangerous and strange beyond imagining...

June was when many of our members first joined us (hey Ann, hey Rey, hey Lani! love ya!). Together we read The Starless Sea, a book that enchanted some, and frustrated others. Now we take a look at Morgenstern’s other novel:

The Night Circus, by Erin Morgenstern:

The circus arrives without warning. No announcements precede it. It is simply there, when yesterday it was not. Within the black-and-white striped canvas tents is an utterly unique experience full of breathtaking amazements. It is called Le Cirque des Rêves, and it is only open at night. But behind the scenes, a fierce competition is underway—a duel between two young magicians, Celia and Marco, who have been trained since childhood expressly for this purpose by their mercurial instructors. Unbeknownst to them, this is a game in which only one can be left standing, and the circus is but the stage for a remarkable battle of imagination and will. Despite themselves, however, Celia and Marco tumble headfirst into love—a deep, magical love that makes the lights flicker and the room grow warm whenever they so much as brush hands. True love or not, the game must play out, and the fates of everyone involved, from the cast of extraordinary circus performers to the patrons, hang in the balance, suspended as precariously as the daring acrobats overhead.

In August, when many of us still couldn’t leave our houses, we read A Gentleman in Moscow and met Count Alexander, a man under house arrest. He taught us a lot about finding beauty and purpose, even when everything seems hopeless. In this list, we take another trip into the wonderful imagination of Amor Towles:

Rules of Civility, by Amor Towles:

On the last night of 1937, twenty-five-year-old Katey Kontent is in a second-rate Greenwich Village jazz bar with her boardinghouse roommate stretching three dollars as far as it will go when Tinker Grey, a handsome banker with royal blue eyes and a tempered smile, happens to sit at the neighboring table. This chance encounter and its startling consequences propel Katey on a yearlong journey from a Wall Street secretarial pool toward the upper echelons of New York society and the executive suites of Condé Nast—rarefied environs where she will have little to rely upon other than a bracing wit and her own brand of cool nerve. Wooed in turn by a shy, principled multi-millionaire, and an irrepressible Upper East Side ne'er-do-well, befriended by a single-minded widow who is ahead of her time, and challenged by an imperious mentor, Katey experiences firsthand the poise secured by wealth and station and the failed aspirations that reside just below the surface. Even as she waits for circumstances to bring Tinker back into her life, she begins to realize how our most promising choices inevitably lay the groundwork for our regrets.

In November, while I was procrastinating studying for my entrance exam, we embarked on a whirlwind journey that unfolded over twenty years. Journey Under the Midnight Sun was a story that started with one murder, then spiralled into a world of crime and deception. Now we take a lot at another one of Higashino’s novels:

The Miracles of the Namiya General Store, by Keigo Higashino:

When three delinquents hole up in an abandoned general store after their most recent robbery, to their great surprise, a letter drops through the mail slot in the store's shutter. This seemingly simple request for advice sets the trio on a journey of discovery as, over the course of a single night, they step into the role of the kindhearted former shopkeeper who devoted his waning years to offering thoughtful counsel to his correspondents. Through the lens of time, they share insight with those seeking guidance, and by morning, none of their lives will ever be the same.

In February, we read This is How You Lose the Time War, a book that led to our most lively and active discussion yet. It was then we welcomed many new voices into our book club, and we’re very happy to have them. Whether you loved the novel or just felt confused, I think we can all agree that it was something unique and different. Now, we take a look at another of Gladstone’s sci-fi books:

Empress of Forever, by Max Gladstone

A wildly successful innovator to rival Steve Jobs or Elon Musk, Vivian Liao is prone to radical thinking, quick decision-making, and reckless action. On the eve of her greatest achievement, she tries to outrun people who are trying to steal her success. In the chilly darkness of a Boston server farm, Viv sets her ultimate plan into motion. A terrifying instant later, Vivian Liao is catapulted through space and time to a far future where she confronts a destiny stranger and more deadly than she could ever imagine. The end of time is ruled by an ancient, powerful Empress who blesses or blasts entire planets with a single thought. Rebellion is literally impossible to consider--until Vivian Liao arrives. Trapped between the Pride―a ravening horde of sentient machines―and a fanatical sect of warrior monks who call themselves the Mirrorfaith, Viv must rally a strange group of allies to confront the Empress and find a way back to the world and life she left behind.

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jatp fanworks appreciation - day 3 (wips)

wip wednesday - I didn’t think I wanted to join in on this day for my own stuff considering I’ve never posted anything original for this fandom, but I think this might just be the little boost I need from myself to actually finish the wips that I have sitting around. I am peer pressuring myself and holding myself accountable by posting this - or at least that’s what I’m telling myself. Most of the past 6 mths has just been me screaming to no one in a Google Doc, so here are some things I’ve been ruminating about over the last 6 months (and if my secret agenda is to get other people to write about it so I don’t have to? Then that’s between you and me).

Everything’s under a read more because I like giving context and that usually spirals out of control!?!?

If you would like to see more from any of the below, feel free to shoot me an ask/message and I can definitely share some more! (Or you can just come yell at me about JATP in general.)

Strangers Fake Dating AU // Julie x Luke

I’m a simple person. I see a prompt, I latch onto it, and then I completely miss the entire point of the prompt as my imagination goes wild for no real reason. This really was supposed to be a super short drabble, but it manifested into a 3k+ thing that isn’t even finished.

Julie’s not really sure what she’s supposed to do now. Nothing has ever prepared her for a situation in which she’s supposed to pretend to be a stranger’s girlfriend, especially if that situation involves parents. Does she continue this ruse? Can she come up with a quick enough excuse to tell this Luke character that she actually can’t stay? What if this is just all an elaborate plan to kidnap her? Has she been listening to too many true crime podcasts? Why does Luke smell so good? Does he know how to cook? Why does his shirt not have sleeves? What-

“I can hear you thinking from here.” Her head whips up at the sound of Luke’s voice, which is now at a whisper and kind of frantic. “I just- I just really needed to get my mom off my back, so I kinda need you to pretend to be my girlfriend. Just for the night. I swear I’ll make it up to you somehow.”

Julie studies Luke’s face and it’s nearly impossible to not cave under his gaze, which can only be simply described as ‘puppy dog eyes’. She finds herself smiling back, letting out a huff, “I hope you like lasagna.” And the grin that spreads across the boy’s face is enough for her to know that he’s incredibly relieved that she agreed.

“I’m Luke by the way. Luke Patterson.”

(Okay, he’s kinda cute. And no one this cute is a serial killer. Right?)

She gives a small smile back, “I’m Julie.”

//

5+1 alive!Juke AU // Julie x Luke

Inspired by paper - LANY

This is one of the first things I ever felt the urge to write down back in September because I love exploring the idea of how two people can appear to be the perfect relationship on the outside, but are actually fighting their own demons. Especially when it comes to celebrities and people who are in the spotlight. It’s basically a 5+1 fic about the moments from other people’s perspectives who happen to orbit around Julie/Luke that all revolve around paper. My outline for this is so long because I can’t manage to narrow it down, and there’s zero cohesiveness but I do have little things jotted down.

“Hey little man,” Luke’s knelt down to match his 5 year-old height, and a hand extends out to him for a high five, “What are you doing here?”

His eyes flicker to the left, towards his own apartment door, where his mom is giving him an encouraging nod. “ I- I just wanted to-” he stutters and finds himself looking at his feet as he shuffles back and forth on the spot. “I- I drew you guys something!”

He shoves the paper out towards the older boy in front of him, but doesn’t look up.

//

Reincarnation AU // Julie x Luke

I had a random thought in December about how magical it is that Julie and Luke are so tied to one another that their love transcends time and space, which will always lead them back to one another. I remember reading a book a long time ago about how the main character is fated to die at a certain age, and that kind of sparked this little idea. I can’t bring myself to actually plot out every single timeline right now, but I did manage to write a little bit.

It will never be as complex as Rosie’s idea and all the wonderful additions in the link here, and I don’t really plan on it being anything more than a small idea. But I really do still think someone should write some sort of reincarnation AU cause I’d hop on that so fast!!

“Okay- that’s not- Luke. You seriously just ran away?”

“What was I supposed to do Alex? We all know how this ends.”

His friend looks at him, face painted in understanding and he sighs, “Yeah. Yeah, we do.”

Because it’s true, Alex does know, so does Reggie and Bobby. Most importantly, so does Luke. It’s the exact same tragic love story every time.

Call it a curse or fate or destiny. Maybe it’s because Mercury is in retrograde. Whatever. It always ends the same way - with a heartbreaking goodbye, a whisper of the promise that they’ll find each other again, and the possibility of a happy ending. He’s said the same goodbye at least 734 times, but it’s not like he’s counting or anything. Fuck the universe and its mystical ways.

//

Competitive Alex // Alex x Willie

No real thoughts or reasons for this other than I just think I self-projected my need to play board games with people in real life into a fic. And maybe a little bit of my competitiveness onto Alex and then threw in Willie because I think he would be able to handle it while also finding it endearing. I also have written nothing about the actual competitiveness, it’s just 2k words of Alex crushing on Willie.

“Wait,” his eyes dart between the three boys, “You both know Willie? How come I’ve never met him?”

His roommates look at each other, and there’s a smirk on Luke’s face when he says, “Actually Alex, I think you have. Remember that time you got really drunk after one of our shows?”

Oh no. He really hopes that it’s not the time he’s thinking of, so he tries to sound nonchalant. “You’re going to have to be more specific, Luke.”

“The night we played at that tiny bar at the edge of the campus! We got paid in those tiny colourful shots?” He doesn’t really know where Luke is going with this, so he’s slowly nodding along. “And you were super upset that the hot dog vendor at the end of the street was closed?”

//

Dear Julie, Love Mom series

I made myself sad with this thought when I first watched the show and was talking to my friend about how I think that Rose would’ve left messages for the Molina family, especially when we found out that Wake Up was actually from her mom. I wrote a bigger explanation for it here.

Anyways, I started with the one for Julie’s wedding and it kind of became an 8k monster with three different POVs?!? As much as I love how I wrote this, I feel too unsure about my writing to share it in full, so you will get carefully selected looks alkfe. (I’m also kind of stuck on some of the more emotional scenes and I may or may not have procrastinated by photoshopping a moodboard for it.)

Excerpt 1 (Julie POV): A look into where I’m going with this whole letters from Rose thing.

The key clicks into place, and with a turn, the latch falls open. She’s not sure what she wants to find in the box, and she’s too scared to think about it really. All she knows is that this was the sign from her mom that she was waiting for all week, and in true Rose fashion, her mom had managed to give it to her, even if at the last second. Her dad turns the box to face Julie, and gestures to her to open up the lid.

Tucked inside is a VHS tape, the words ‘For Julie, on your wedding day’ written in her mom’s cursive on the cover. Some loose glitter and confetti fall back into the box as she reaches in to pick up the tape and turn it over in her hands. There’s a little purple butterfly etched on the back, the same one that’s been drawn on all the other messages that her mom had left her. Her finger automatically finds its way, tracing the shape of the small doodle.

“Do you want me to leave you alone, mija?”

Excerpt 2 (Julie POV): This part has absolutely nothing to do with the main plot of the story, but it self-inserted itself into this fic after @tangledstarlight and I talked about You’re Still the One by Shania Twain being their first dance. This whole scene came to me at 4am one night and might be the most self-indulgent thing I’ve ever written.

They knew that when they had asked Reggie to be in charge of the first dance performance, that they (and Alex) weren’t allowed to veto any of his ideas. Luke had warned Julie that that would be a mistake, but the giddiness that radiated off of Reggie when she had told him he could have free reign was worth it. She just hadn’t thought that he would actually take it to heart and run with it.

Sure, they had chosen You’re Still the One by Shania Twain as their first dance song, and sure it was more or less a country song, but she didn’t really imagine that she’d be staring at her adoptive brother, Carlos and her Dad wearing cowboy hats and boots at her wedding. They had somehow managed to ditch their Flynn-approved suit jackets and were sporting a taupe-coloured suede-textured vest over their dress shirts. If she looked closely, she could see that they had somehow also found some gaudy looking bolo ties with a matching set of ornamental clasps to wear. When she envisioned her wedding, she really didn’t expect that her first (public) dance as a married couple would be a full-on Western themed occasion. The only exception was Alex, who had settled on his cajon in the back, still in his pink suit, eyes rolling when she met his gaze. But even she knew how there was no real annoyance in the blonde’s reaction or else he wouldn’t also be wearing one of the tacky ties around his neck as well.

“I’m gonna seriously kill him.” She hears Luke grumble under his breath, only low enough for her to hear. But she’s still too busy giggling to actually be mad, and she knows that Luke isn’t really going to kill Reggie. At least she doesn’t think so.

Excerpt 3 (Luke POV): Idk man. My mind went “What about Luke?” and I said “You’re right!! What about him?!?”

He doesn’t realize that he’s just been silently staring at the woman in front of him, until a gentle voice breaks him out of his thoughts. “Why are you looking at me like that?” Julie’s peering at him from under her eyelashes, a curious look on her face.

“You just-” he gives a little shake of his head, trying to come up with the right words. He wants to tell her she’s beautiful. Stunning. A wicked beauty. But she’s more than that - she’s almost angelic. “I can’t believe you’re my wife.”

“Luke, we’ve been legally married for like, a whole year.” Her lips are quirked up in a grin, amusement in her voice. “You’ve only just realized that now?”

“That’s different.”

“Yeah? Different how?”

This feels a little strange to post and a little like my inner self seeking validation but let’s not talk about that.

Kskssj anyways present me @ future me: finish one of these because writing has been really cathartic for you and you didn’t think it would bring you so much joy!!!

[greatprotector-if]

Thanks for answering! To continue with the au:

How would the house chores be divided amongst the three roommates?

thanks for asking! I'll jump at any opportunity to talk about my characters FJSJFHK

As mentioned in the last ask, V and Kallias are the cooks, because Galen 1. Can't cook constantly due to their schedule and 2. Doesn't season their food... (loud booing) Kallias may be godawful in a kitchen but at least they use seasoning.

I like to think that everyone does their own laundry! Kallias is surprisingly diligent about separating lights from darks, handwashing when needed, all that jazz. They always need music blasting though, or they can't work. Just can't do it. V, on the other hand, mixes all their shit together without a care in the world. All their formerly white socks are colourful now. There's a reason they started only buying their clothes in black. Galen's never used a machine dryer once in their life they just hang their clothes out on clothing racks, the shower bars, the door handles, etc. Perhaps it stems from paranoia that their clothing will shrink in the dryer...

The roomies do rock paper scissors for cleaning the bathroom. V somehow always loses, and it would make them so mad. They'd argue for some sort of rule, like once you lose three times in a row it has to be switched to someone else. "Must suck to need a handicap," Kallias would say, and Galen would have to hold V back from throttling them. (V would then stubbornly refuse the handicap and try to win on their own. After a good amount of losses though, Galen would take pity on them and say "It's opposite day" and clean the bathroom in V's stead.)

Everyone also does their own dishes! Except for Galen's days off, that's when they just do everyone's dishes.

Vacuuming is Kallias' job! Because they kind of like it for some reason. Something satisfying about seeing all the dust disappear, maybe. All with music blasting in their ears, as per usual, so you'll usually find them dancing while vacuuming. Unfortunately they suck shit up that they weren't supposed to suck up all the time. And then they just wait for V to come home and they're like "Heyyyy, so, uh. I sucked up Galen's sock... can you grab it for me from the tube thing..."

The house has like a million plants (all bought by Galen except for the single one Kallias bought as a gift to them) and Galen takes very good care of them. Watches all the YouTube videos to figure out the best way to care for each individual plant. If they ever find themself without enough time to water their plants, they'll draw a frowny face on the whiteboard on their fridge, and whoever sees it first will do it for them, then erase the face once they've finished. Kallias' default picture background is anywhere with a shit ton of plants visible in the background for the aesthetic.

[saving-empress-ac]

"GET TO KNOW ME" TAG GAME

rules: answer the questions and tag people you’d like to get to know better!

Tagged by: @dwindlingspace 😘 Thank you so much, my dear Euri!!🥺 I find it amazing to meet a lot of Fils here in Tumblr!!!

Tagging: @heyheysey @b0ku4ka @queenoftheknight @ella390-the-potato @oikawa-obvs @bumblebeesofspace @fareuro @fareuro @how-do-i-know-if-im-baby @kodzukens-thighz @lyssaisprobablynotaloser @justanimedude @bitchoftheclouds @jediofbooksandsnacks @modern-oedipus @purplemermaidprincess7 @eggfanaccount @wife-of-mikoto-suoh @inspmikashimotsuki @rebellefleur94x @husbando-harem @atsumus-thighs @elektrosonix @mari-writes (if anyone feels kinda off about the tag, I apologize in advanced. I am so sorry. You can participate or not if you want. Sincerely, Ava😘)

What do you prefer to be called name-wise?

🥺 Hi, I'm Ava. And Fils are fond of giving kids multiple names so I go with my first name, AVA. 🙍‍♀️🤣

When is your birthday?

Somewhere in November. 🤣

Where do you live?

Philippines

Three things you are doing right now:

Procrastinating (fave hobby or more like a lifestyle) 🤷

Simping for my anime boyfriends

Overthinking

Four fandoms that have piqued your interest?

Uhm, this is hard. 🤣

Okay.

Psycho Pass

Shaman King

K Project

Bungou Stray Dogs

Haikyuu

et. al.

I can't choose just four 😭

How has the pandemic been treating you?

Worst. I mean, I work at a hospital. 🤷

A song you can't stop listening to right now:

More like an album. Idk, LANY's Mama's Boy Album.

How old are you?

20's 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

School, University, occupation other?

Broke, underpaid, overworked health worker

Do you prefer heat or cold?

COLD!!! If you're living in our city, you'll understand what HOT SUNNY DAYS are. 🤣

Name one fact that others may not know about you.

I get dizzy whenever I have to interact with people for long periods of time.

Are you shy?

I can't make friends and start proper conversations on my own in real life.😭

Pronouns?

She/her

Biggest pet peeve?

NOISE. LOUD, UNNECESSARY NOISES and entitled people.

What is your favorite "dere" type?

Idk. Haha.

Rate your life from 1-10, 1 being crappy and 10 being the best it could be.

4? I don't know. These past few months have been excruciating.

What's your main blog?

This.

List your side blogs and what they're used for.

@so-this-is-ava is my irrational brain dump.

Is there something people need to know about you before becoming friends?

I can't communicate well AND cannot keep conversations going. 🥺 And at times, I get lost in my head so I'm pretty weird.

[thefangirlingbarista]

thanks @booksncoffee for tagging me and therefore giving me a reason to procrastinate this morning :) 

playlist shuffle rules: hit shuffle on your media player and write down the first 20 songs, then tag 10 people, no skipping!

7:05 - Jonas Brothers 

Paper - LANY 

Who You Are To Me - Chris Tomlin, Lady A 

All We Ever Knew - The Head and the Heart 

Signs of Light - The Head and the Heart 

Little Bird - Ed Sheeran 

This is Amazing Grace - Phil Wickham 

Yellow - Coldplay 

Dock of the bay - Otis Redding 

Face to Face - Mat Kearney 

Diana - One Direction 

Illusion - One Direction 

Dearly Departed - Shakey Graves 

Moments Passed.- Dermot Kennedy 

Two Ghosts - Harry Styles 

Like This - Jake Scott 

So Long - Niall Horan 

Old Friends - Ben Rector 

Strangers - Jonas Brothers 

A Closeness - Dermot Kennedy 

10 songs i’ve been listening to lately:

The Bones - Maren Morris, Hozier 

Tuesdays - Jake Scott 

if this is the last time - LANY 

Carry Your Light - Nick Wilson 

Rescue - James Bay 

Canyon Moon - Harry Styles 

What Have I Done - Dermot Kennedy 

Maybe - Jake Scott 

Unsaid Emily - JATP, Charlie Gillespie (its a good show, ok?) 

Tangerine Skies - Declan J Donovan 

post my 9 most influential albums:

A Little Bit Longer - Jonas Brothers 

Flicker - Niall Horan

FOUR - One Direction 

Doves & Ravens - Dermot Kennedy 

Without Fear - Dermot Kennedy 

Talking is Hard - Walk the Moon 

Stadium Arcadium - RHCP 

Know It All - Alessia Cara 

In Between Dreams - Jack Johnson

i’m tagging: @chickadeetalks @marauders-groupie @poppykru @kindclaws @nakey-cats-take-bathsss @verorax @adixiebelle @adoremp3 @bellamyblake @infp-with-all-the-feelings

[svt-junhwan]

lmao i procrastinated my choreography homework and ended up making a choreo that i wasn’t completely happy with to Malibu Nights by Lany in like 40 min. before i had to turn it in and my sister just comes to pick me up blasting bangchan’s “LiKe MaTE, stOp PrOcRasTiNaTing” on loop 🙄 i get it i KNOW

i’d say stop procrastinating but that would make me the biggest hypocrite to ever exist lol

[firesidefantasy]

MONSTER HOUSE | QUARANTINE EDITION

a bit of a throwback to an old wip of mine, monster house, ft. kali and lani being as cute as ever

“The government is willing to pay off 80% of wages to stingy business men and losers flipping burgers at Mcdonalds, but I get nothing. Just left out cold in the mud. Fucking Tories.”

Lani stared at her. “You’re a criminal, Kali.”

“So? I still got bills to pay.”

Lani grinned in that exasperated way of hers and crawled over to Kali’s side of the sofa. It was late, and the apartment was warm, and Lani was still dressed in her pajamas from the night before because hey, there was hardly any point in getting dressed, was there?

Kali hadn’t quite grasped the concept of quarantine yet. She still woke up at the crack of dawn, disturbing Lani’s much desired sleep, and spent dawn till dusk working away at the zillion different projects she was balancing at any given time. Lani had no idea how many were legal and how many were not. She didn’t ask anymore.

“I’m busy,” Kali muttered in response to the kisses being pressed to her neck. Lani unbuttoned the top of Kali’s shirt and dragged her lips down to her collarbone until the sound of typing finally ceased. “You’re a little shit.”

“That’s not a nice thing to say to the love of your life,” Lani murmured, squealing as she felt herself being picked up and placed on Kali’s lap. She would never quite get used to how strong her girlfriend actually was.

“Love of my life, huh?”

“Yep,” Lani nodded, grasping little handfuls of Kali’s shirt and shuffling closer, “love of your life and constant companion for the next couple of months.”

Kali scrunched her nose up. “Dear Lord, we are not making it out of here alive.”

Lani buried her face in Kali’s neck to hide her grin, “what do you mean? It’s gonna be great. We can sleep in, bake together, play Mario Karts-”

“Get on each others nerves, accidentally kill one another, have to destroy your body with acid-”

“Where is your lock down spirit, huh?” Lani kissed Kali’s chapped, red lips and smiled. “Think about all the sex we could have.”

“Now you’re talking,” Kali pushed Lani back so she was laying on the sofa, hovering over her with a wolfish grin. “Keep going.”

“We could do that thing you like with the handcuffs,” Lani wiggled her eyebrows, “the thing you like with the chocolate sauce, the thing you like with the blindfold-”

Kali shut her up with a kiss and pinned her wrists up above her head. “We can play all the Mario Karts you want if we do the thing with the chocolate sauce.”

Lani wiggled in a little victory dance. “I’m gonna kick your ass so hard.”

“Shut up,” Kali leaned down and kissed her. “In your fucking dreams.”

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