1,500!!!! I am so beyond grateful for every last one of you! for you who follow me for the pedro reblogs, the last of us content, or my writing- thank you, thank you, thank you.
y’all mean the fucking world to me. every day i’m so grateful to be apart of this little side of the internet.
i always want to spend a moment to thank EVERYONE who’s shown love on my preview for your needs, my needs. this new story has been a labor of love and I’m really enjoying creating this universe for our favorite peepaw, Joel Miller. it’s coming, I promise!
I want to make sure it’s exactly how I want it. it will be multiple parts, too! rahhh!!!
again, thank you all for coming to my blog and showing me love and all the constant support! I love y’all so much. if you ever need a friend, i’m here, my messages and asks are always open!
for now, i’m logging off! my partner’s birthday is today and I want to spend time with him.
I still owe you a comment on ch 3 of There Is No Other Land, but in the meantime I wanted to stop in and say how much I adored the City match. Roy (unwitting and unaware of how Ted and Jamie's talk actually went) going to him for the pep talk instead. Roy unknowingly setting something right when it was still fucked up in his world. Roy's unwavering determination to try.
Then him telling Jamie he loves to watch him play?
That choked me up. Love it. Obsessed with it. Been rotating it in my brain like it's a fruit basket on the counter and I am a cat making it spin (this is a common metaphor for rotating btw)
I'm so absolutely in love wiht this fic- thank you for sharing <3
First of all, you do not owe me anything. If you want (and have the time and capacity) to leave a comment I always love it, but please never feel an obligation (or a rush).
And I mean, this is a comment, too, is it not? (still counts) I love writing Diamond Dog Roy Kent! He tries so hard! And especially in this world where every rug has been pulled out from under him, he needs to make things right, or he's back to the Roy that didn't think he'd survive post-playing career.
Well, it's funny you say that because I STRUGGLED with what to have Roy say to Jamie. I almost left it blank like in the show because I couldn't think of something adequate. And all I could think about was what Roy said to Jamie in your amazing fic, oh god, you're gonna get it (you have not been given love) (which I am linking in case someone reading this has been living under a rock and hasn't read it yet and if you haven't WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?) and thinking how can I come even 1% close to as good as yours, so as usual, thank you for inspiring me! (love that very common rotating metaphor, I will be adding it to my list)
THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU I still feel a bit weird it's actually finished and posted and out there in the world, but I love that you love it :)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))
Pac: I don't know if you remember, we left Cell on an island with just a bullet and a revolver at his disposal and we fled. So, theoretically, we outsmarted* Cell and gave him what he deserved, understand? So, my headcanon, understand? You know? But the drawing was really cool.
[ *passar a perna – literally to deceive, but the direct translation is like a leg sweep, which is why Chat responds with "What leg?" ]
Pac: [Reading chat] What leg? Yeah, not the right one. Wait– not the right. Exactly. The left. Is it the left? Wait, which leg did I lose? [...] No, wait– the left, because my dominant leg is the right. So I will choose the left. [Reading chat] "You chose?" I like to think I had the power to choose.
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Pac talks about Fuga Impossível lore and implies that Cell let him decide which leg he'd lose. 🔪
[ Full transcript / translation ↓ ]
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Pac: Guys, it's not the other way around, in my headcanon– in my headcanon– you have to know how to respect my headcanon. In my headcanon– because, I don't know if you remember, we left Cell on an island with just a bullet and a revolver at his disposal and we fled. So, theoretically, we outsmarted* Cell and gave him what he deserved, understand? So, my headcanon, understand? You know? But the drawing was really cool.
[ *passar a perna – literally to deceive, but the direct translation is like a leg sweep, which is why Chat responds with "What leg?" ]
Pac: [Reading chat] What leg? Yeah, not the right one. Wait– not the right. Exactly. The left. Is it the left? Wait, which leg did I lose? Oh sht... [Long pause] I don't remember, man. Oh, I don't know guys, I don't know. Did I decide? Oh, man. None? I'm kidding–
Pac: Well, if I have to decide? The right? I don't know. Nobody knows, right? But this drawing was really cool, it was really cool. You choose one there and I choose the right one. No, wait– the left, because my dominant leg is the right. So I will choose the left. Because like, I'm thinking like this, look what came into my head: Which leg would go away? Wow, I thought "So, if I'm going to kick a ball, I'm going to shoot it with my right leg. If I didn't have a right leg, I wouldn't be able to shoot the ball properly. So I prefer the left." That was my line of thinking, you know? I don't know. It's a bad example, right? And that's it, right? [Reading chat] "You chose?" Yeah, I like to think I had the power to choose.
my incredible friend @emberglowfox made some absolutely stunning art of hunger au!grian the other day (plus a bonus playlist cover!!!) and gave me permission to post it for them. im still not over how utterly gorgeous this is, thank you sparks for the beautiful art and for being such an awesome friend!!! :D
hi lovers!! I see all the love on NFWMB and i’m gonna get around to responding as soon as I can!! i’m working all day today and possibly tomorrow, so i’m exhausted and just doing my best!! i’ll respond back soon!!!
IT IS ONCE AGAIN TIME FOR SAIMATSU WEEK!!!! (on insta and twt) this is the last one so i went all out :')
for day 1: postgame 💖 i am still stuck on this scenario for a third year in a row sorry FHDKFBD i just think……. after the hugging and the crying and the apologizing and forgiving each other because they were never upset with each other in the first place they just need to take an enormous nap. together <3 they have been apart for too long their little bisexual hearts can't take it anymore (+ bonus doodles)
A compilation of art for my Dadbastian fanfic Coattails that I commissioned from the incredibly talented @tomoyoo! They went above and beyond with the details... Each picture feels as cozy and warm as a storybook, right? I'm so delighted with how they turned out!! Thank you for making each one so beautiful! 🥹🥹🥹
[cygnet and honoré are from fifteenth-century britain and france, aquilillus, flavia magna, and bán are from second-century britain, and cipachcoatzin is from sixteenth-century mesoamerica]
Le nouveau vaisseau-école qui prit le nom de Borda, comme celui qu'il remplaçait, était le Valmy, majestueux trois ponts de cent vingt canons, œuvre de M. Leroux, lancé à Brest le 25 septembre 1847, et bordé peu après d'un soufflage pour lui donner plus de stabilité.
Translation: The new training ship which took the name Borda, like the one it replaced, was the Valmy, majestic three decks of one hundred and twenty cannons, work of M. Leroux, launched at Brest on September 25, 1847, and lined shortly after with a ((soufflage--this appears to be a technical term and I'm trying to find the correct one)) to give it more stability.
Let me explain. The Borda is mentioned in Gaston Leroux's The Phantom of the Opera as where Raoul de Chagny attended the naval academy. It is somewhat of a specific detail. Turns out, it's not so random. I found this while doing research on the École Navale for another project. I wondered if there was any relation between the M. Leroux who built the ship and Gaston Leroux.