#okay i spent way to long on that

[sky-kenobye]

⛵️ Five Fandoms, Five Ships ⛵

Get to know the blogger, via five different ships from five different fandoms!

Thanks for the tag @underacalicosky !!

Putting it under the cut because this is LONG, sorry.

I love them your honor. Doesn't even have to be romantic, I just want to see them being obsessed about each other. I'm also a pretty big obianidala fan, hence why I added her too. (I'm a multishipper really. I have my otp but there's a lot of ships that I enjoy)

1. Obi-Wan Kenobi/Anakin Skywalker(/Padmé Amidala) (Star Wars)

When I first watched star wars (not that long ago, I only watched it because I wanted to see the sequels in theater lmao) I wasn't a big fan of the prequels so I mostly ignored them, but then a couple years ago I randomly rewatched them in the middle of the night and suddenly I was obsessed. I'm not even sure how I ended up on AO3 (did I go look for obikin? Did I stumble on it? Idk) but eventually I started reading Pining in Preschool, then realised that @palfriendpatine66 was on tumblr, I started interacting with more people around here, and now I'm (slowly) writing fics, and I'm having the time of my life here, so thanks Pal!

I don't think any if my past fandom brainrots reached my current level so I'm pretty sure I'm here for the long haul (at least it's not stopping anytime soon).

It's not super obvious here but I'm actually a huge Marvel fan (well, the MCU, I've never read a comic), and especially Captain America. Stucky is just, 🤌 so tasty (a lot of similarities with obikin actually imo). I'd like to talk to whoever thought "I'm with you 'til the end of the line" was a straight sentence to repeatedly say to your bro throughout an entire century though. Like?? I'm all for relationships that defy the boundaries of platonic and romantic, but still, that's kinda gay.

2. Steve Rogers/James "Bucky" Barnes(/Peggy Carter) (Marvel Cinematic Universe)

The first MCU movie I saw was actually captain america 2 (and not the first one lol) in theater, and I was instantly hooked, though since Endgame I've been less into it, since my fav is gone (and I have to agree with tumblr on that one: they're making too many movies and shows, I can't keep up 😩)

(And I'm still super salty about what they did to steve in canon, they should have killed him off instead of whatever the fuck that was, honestly)

I also added Peggy because she's great, and polyamory is so much better than love triangles or shipping wars. (I'm not polyamorous but I believe in their beliefs. I think it's because of the aromanticism)

Same as with obikin (and stucky too tbh) I don't really care how they love each other, I just care that they do. They're the most important person to each other, be it romantic, platonic, familial, idc.

3. John Watson/Sherlock Holmes (mostly BBC Sherlock, but from the RDJ movies and the books too)

I've obsessed over (non-existent) clues during the last season, and deluded myself into thinking they'd become canon, alas, it didn't happen.

I've translated a couple of fics in french for that ship, but I've never written for it (I thought about it tho), and I've read a lot. That's the fandom where I've read some of the best queerplatonic fics, and that's my favorite interpretation of the ship, especially sherlock being some flavor of aroace.

4. Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens)

I love them as a queerplatonic relationship, and I genuinely think that's what they are in canon, the haters can suck it, that's not queerbaiting even if they dont become a canon couple.

Okay, I'm starting to see a patern here. Am I really that predictable? You can just copy-past what I said above.

(I'm fully on board with them being a couple though)

Hey, a straight ship! With a woman not added as a second thought!

5. Elizabeth Bennet/Mr Darcy (Pride and Prejudice)

Not quite the same vibe as the others, but I've read sooo many fics and books (straight up published fics lol), I've watched a bunch of different adaptations (even the one with zombies)... The worst part is that I think I've only read the og book once, oops.

I actually inherited that fandom from the women in my family lmao. My mom, sister and sister-in-law are all obsessed with it, so I read it to see what all the fuss was about and, yeah, I get it.

And that's it! There are other fandoms I'm into, and other ships in those fandoms, but that's pretty much it (the main one that's missing is Dinluke, the others are mostly smaller ones).

I'm not super actively in those fandoms (apart from Star Wars obviously) but i come back to them now and then. Usually I re-watch it then binge-read a bunch of fics (while my main fandom stays in the main spot in my brain) then I let it go again until it comes back (while obikin still stays in the main spot).

Also Harry Potter used to be my main obsession but JKR kinda ruined that for me so I'm not really into it anymore (hence why I didn't list it even though I have written fics for it).

Anyway that was way too long, if you've read all of this then props to you!

I'm tagging: @cottonraincoat @fem-anakin-skywalker @kingdomvel @ineffable-snowman @arobiwan (and whoever else wants to do it because I'm nosy and I want to know stuff about people)

[paperbackwriiter]

Get Back (2021): Day One - Thursday 2nd January, 1969 "The Beatles face a daunting task."

[relaxxattack]

every time someone calls moirallegience just an alien qpr i wilt a lil like YEAH thats more or less the CLOSEST human thing but its also Literally Not That. like a qpr is fundanmentally not romantic and thats not even going into moirails whole Actual Purpose of calming ppl down. its just. aughhhhh pisses me off i see the confusion but, as aformentioned, aughhhhh

OH MY GOD THIS HAS BEEN BOTHERING ME TOO.... but i don't want to get petty at the people in my notes always saying "moirails are QPRs!" because in some ways that is the closest human thing so it's hard to be mad...

i think there's definitely some overlap in some ways. but NOT because moirallegiance and qprs are the same at all really, but INSTEAD because both relationships have unconventional boundaries defined by the people within them.

you know... like every relationship.

like the only reason the two have overlap is because they are both partnerships that emotionally care for each other but can choose to not bang (which is true for any romance anyway, even if it's considered abnormal). they're both just romances* that are unconventional to human norms, which makes people view them as the same thing when they're not.

i think the REAL issue here is that humans insist on using human words to understand things that are just, fundamentally, alien. can't we just appreciate alien romance for being... alien romance?

no, it's not platonic, it's romantic. it's just romantic in a way you aren't quite wired to understand, is all.

*in generalization, most QPRs are not romantic, because they are made up of aroaces who are life partners in a non-romantic way. however i want to disagree with you that none of them are romantic, because that is up to the partners in question.

[luck-of-the-drawings]

OH ARTHUR BENNETT.. such a gorgeous and intriguing character. terribly burdened by a GRUESOME set of crimes, his light suffocated by a HEAVY century of GUILT. so tragic, so dark and broody, and yet PAINFULLY awkward in any social setting ever

[aroandawkward]

I get so emotional thinking about the kids who will grow up knowing words like aromantic and asexual...

I visited a junior school (for ages 7-11) the other day and they had a display of pride posters including one for ace! My 13 year-old neighbour identifies as aroace and has told her parents!

I get so emotional thinking about the aspec kids who will grow up knowing that those identities are an option, knowing that it's a valid way of existing in the world, knowing that it's okay if they don't ever feel (a particular kind of) attraction.

[yache-berries]

*sends them off to Unova for their umpteenth honeymoon in my school's clubhouse room*

[childrenofthesun77]

There is something about mahiru and touma hating each others guts while also being father and son that is extremely funny to me and I can't really explain why.

Like, re-reading the C3 arc with the knowledge that they are related and that touma knows that mahiru is his son makes me laugh at this moment

because touma is literally his dad, nobody knows that he's mahiru's dad and in perfect absent father fashion the spell turns him invisible.

[boxfullaturtles]

Of all the little details in Rise that get stuck in my head, the one that constantly keeps floating to the surface is that in Breaking Purple, when Shelldon talks back at Donnie, "01001" is not binary for anything.

It's nothing. It's not enough binary to make a letter, let alone a word.

Unless Shelldon's just shouting the number "9" at Donnie (binary to decimal or hexadecimal, instead of binary to text).

Even if he was just going to say "F you" he'd still need more numbers. "01100110", actually.

[mag-lore]

Maeglin Lómion Lord of the House of the Mole

[twocutlines]

anyway

[kukekakuningaskris]

i bring you my medieval recreation of the crash fic (thanks to the bayeux tapestry website thingy)

[biillys]

BILLY WEEK → DAY FIVE

no escape, no future no luck lost on a loser no escape, no future saddle up, boys, we're headed for the brick wall

a day to remember; brick wall

[theforgottenmcrmy]

“Talk to me, Goose.”

I love Rooster just as much as the next gal, but I think it’d be a little remiss to not pay some proper respect to the OG Bradshaw man who started it all.

Part 2 can be found here.

[piratekane]

2

two: it’s okay to not be okay sometimes

Consciousness comes slowly, like the long beams of sunshine stretching their way across the bed and her face. It feels like warm fingers brushing over her forehead, coaxing her awake. A new day, new possibilities. She can be anyone she wants to be when she opens her eyes.

"Bea," Ava sings from the doorway.

She smiles, rolls over and presses her face into a pillow that still smells like Ava's shampoo. Today, she will be Beatrice.

The bed dips as Ava sits down, her bare thigh warm against Beatrice's bare arm. "It's late."

She turns her head, nose brushing against Ava's hip. "It's hardly past eight."

There's a moment before Ava breathes out a laugh. "How do you even know that?"

She doesn't. It was a good guess. But she's not going to let Ava think otherwise. So she rolls away a bit, just enough to see the soft tangle of Ava's hair where it rests against her smile, and she lets her eyes close again. There's a laugh, a sigh, and then a finger slowly walking from her forehead down over the ridge of her nose and off the cliff of her bottom lip.

Ava sings again. "Beatrice."

~

Beatrice opens her eyes. The room has shifted. The sun is higher in the sky now, the room a little hotter with it. Ava is standing at the window now, cradling a cup of something that smells warm. She looks back over her shoulder at Beatrice, a smile on her face.

"It's late."

Beatrice sits up, blinking. "I didn't mean to sleep so late."

Ava shushes her gently as she sets the mug down on the small nightstand. "You needed the rest. You've been working so hard." She sits at the edge of the bed, just out of reach. "Too hard."

"Not hard enough." Beatrice reaches for Ava, breathes easier when Ava slides into her hands like water into a glass. Ava doesn't say anything when Beatrice's grip tightens, when the space between them goes from paper-thin to nothing. "I'm going to work harder."

"Bea." Ava's hand brushes away her hair, fingers tickling her neck. "How much harder can you work?"

For you? Bea doesn't ask the question. She doesn't need to. Ava's fingers pause against her pulse and she feels her own heartbeat echoed in Ava's fingertips.

Ava keeps running long fingers through her hair, scratching at the sensitive skin behind her ear, murmuring her name over and over again until Bea can't distinguish one sound to the next. Her eyes close slowly, a heaviness drifting over her like a warm blanket in winter. She curls under its weight.

~

Beatrice opens her eyes. The sun is starting to set. Ava is sitting up in bed next to her, a book open in her lap. She's mouthing the words as she reads them, soundless as she goes over each one. Beatrice watches for her a moment, enraptured by the way Ava's forehead wrinkles as she stumbles upon a word that doesn't come easily.

She reaches up to brush the wrinkle away and Ava turns to her with a smile.

"It's late."

Beatrice blinks at the worlds stored in Ava's eyes, rings of honeyed color that shine back at her. "I was going to get up."

Ava waves her off. "You deserve a lazy day in. You don't take enough of them."

A tidal wave of affection threatens to drown her. "We can't all afford your amount of 'lazy days.'"

"You're not trying hard enough, then." Ava winks at her before her face softens. "Besides, this is not a true 'lazy day'. You're in far too many clothes."

The laugh that escapes her surprises her. She nearly stuffs it back down. But Ava seems pleased by it and so she lets it exist between them, huffing after a moment and burying her head into Ava's side. Fingers work over the side of her head, brushing against the shell of her ear. She resists the urge to shiver, afraid to dislodge Ava even a millimeter.

"Ava," she starts.

Ava shushes her kindly. "No, Bea. You deserve this. Here, listen." She props her book up with one hand, the other still working its way along Beatrice's skin. "I'm reading Le Petit Prince. See, I can do it. Lorsque j’avais six ans j’ai vu," she starts, mouth clumsy over the words.

Beatrice breathes in the sounds of a language she's never found to be romantic before and lets her eyes close as Ava's voice settles over her. She slings an arm across Ava's hip, hoping to anchor them both to the bed.

~

Beatrice opens her eyes. Night has fallen now, the sky dotted with stars like a black piece of paper dotted by a pinprick. She's stretched across the mattress like she's swimming to shore, but her shore is standing across the room, back to the bed and her hair blowing in the light breeze coming through their open bedroom window.

"Ava," she says, voice raspy.

Ava turns, a smile on her face. "It's late."

"I'm sorry." She pushes up onto her elbows. The moonlight hits Ava's skin. She seems ethereal. Beatrice stretches out her hand and Ava comes to it like a lightning lure, moving without hesitation. "I had plans to get up."

Ava shushes her. Her body molds into the space Beatrice's left behind. She pulls up her legs, leaning into Beatrice. "You're tired."

It's not a question. And Beatrice can't deny that she isn't. Things have been so heavy lately, like weights tied around her ankles. She can't move without monumental effort. She can't get ahead. Each day she falls further behind. Each day the mountain stretches impossibly higher.

"Ava," she tries.

Ava coos at her, pulls Beatrice around until they're sitting back against the headboard. Ava wraps her arms around Beatrice's shoulders, holding her close. She feels her heart beating through her back, their rhythms syncing easily. It's always been so easy with Ava.

"It's okay to not be okay sometimes," Ava whispers into her hair, the words a whisper in their empty bedroom.

Beatrice feels each muscle group contract and release, a series of steps she takes to ground herself. "I can't do this without you," she whispers back.

The truth is staggering. She hasn't spoken it before now. Years without Ava - miles logged and memories built and routines established - have done nothing to prepare her for the years without Ava that would come after.

Ava hums quietly, her fingers working in complicated patterns along Beatrice's bare arms. "You're not," she finally says.

Beatrice fights back the huff of indignation. "Then where are you?"

She doesn't want to doubt. She's a believer, she always has been. Her faith may have shifted, but her belief never has. Still, it's been so long, she's starting to see Ava in hazy half-memories that fade by morning. Her voice becomes a whisper, her touch more like a dream.

Time is moving forward and Ava is stuck somewhere in her past, becoming more of a thought than something she can hold in her hands.

"I'm here, Bea. I promise I always will be."

Beatrice shakes her head, hot tears stinging the corners of her eyes. She blinks them back, unwilling to taint this moment with that much grief. "I need you here. I'm so- I'm so tired, Ava."

Ava's lips press against her hair, her temple, her forehead as Ava gently tugs her around. "Then let yourself rest, Beatrice. Let your body rest." She taps Beatrice's forehead with a light finger, mouth quirked in one corner. "Let this rest, too."

Beatrice's throat is dry. "How do I rest without you?"

"You don't." Ava smooths a hand down the side of her face. "You let me rest with you." She shimmies down the headboard until she's lying next to Beatrice. Her hands pulls until Beatrice is tight against her body, her arm slung low across Ava's waist. "I'll be here, every time you close your eyes. You just have to look for me."

I'm looking in every corner and coming up empty. She doesn't say it. Ava hums softly into her hair, her fingertips ghosting up and down Beatrice's arm in a melody that Beatrice can't quite grab.

She can't quite grab Ava, can't quite make her stay.

But Ava keeps murmuring in her ear, keeps running her fingers across her skin, keeps her heart beating steadily under Beatrice's ear. Her eyes droop closed and peace washes over her like the warm light of the Halo she hasn't seen in what feels like three lifetimes.

She hears Ava's voice whispering her name as she falls asleep.

~

Consciousness comes slowly, like the long beams of sunshine stretching their way across the bed and her face. It feels like warm fingers brushing over her forehead, coaxing her awake. A new day, new possibilities. She can be anyone she wants to be when she opens her eyes.

"Bea," Ava sings from the doorway.

Beatrice smiles.

[jestiamy]

qsmp makes me feel like a conspiracy theorist almost constantly. I see someone go "yeah bad almost exclusively chooses tophats in games when given the option" and I immediately run back to my conspiracy board and pin that next to the photo of q!slime and q!mariana saying they'll adopt juanaflippa because she has glasses like q!slime/q!mariana respectively under a sticky note captioned "??? the original spanish-english egg pairs were designed in a way meant to attract certain parents to adopting them???", that's connected by red string to a note pad page stating "how random was the parent pairing REALLY?" with nothing under it - which is then connected to a string that leads to several polaroids containing the ending(s) of the wall and the wreckage of the button, captioned "why build a wall that big only to have it end at a certain point?" followed by a string connected to a notebook page in the middle of the board reading "the illusion of choice?" - connected to several other seemingly dead-end questions and theories, as well as some slight stragglers only connected to eachother and not the middle. and then I look over my board covered in feverish notes and I go. yeah okay so I may just have like a slight problem