#unSOLID

[rastronomicals]

11:57 AM EST November 27, 2024:

Monster Magnet - "Unsolid" From the Compilation album Greatest Hits (September 15, 2003)

Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm

B-side of the "Face Down" single, and then re-issued here.

[beardedmrbean]

Hey my guy, I took a long ass Tumblr break and I'm glad to see you're still here <3

CYAN!!!!!!!!

Took me a moment, I'm not used to seeing this URL at all, lmao.

Welcome back, it's still insane here but people are less prone to get mad at folks for calling a scam blog/ask what they are so that's a bonus since you were last here.

Hope the kids are doing good and your break did your brain even better,

It is good to see you back,

[currentlyincognitoperson]

"Your gender confuses me." Man, it confuses ME 😭 get in line you're not special.

[spiritunwilling]

I love writing I wish I could feel normal things about the literary community

[the-haiku-bot]

I’d be stealing all

of these for my son to play

with lmao

Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.

had an autism moment at the computer part store today

[the-cinnamon-snail]

I'm oobleck

[skanktank]

What if i did just a little bit of hrt.... just as a treat

[coeurify]

“it’s november.”

the words have you jumping, the unsolid, rounded edges of the stool you’re currently standing on wobble with the movement of your foot. a squeak follows, rushing to find your balance— which is found by pressing your hand against the wall you were trying to reach the top of.

the hand used is … currently holding a string of multi colored christmas lights, the green trail of side dropping below you, your stool and the wall you had already pinned them to.

“it’s november,” the voice repeats— belonging to your girlfriend ellie, who walks behind you and peers up. the sweater she wears is pushed up to her elbows, pooling the cloth in a way that makes her look a little silly. as silly as the tone of voice she uses as she continues her obvious teasing. “and you’re already putting christmas lights up?”

your lips pout out immediately at the words, huffing as you press your sock clad feet. “november is almost over el. this is an absolutely valid time to put these up.” you wave your hand holding the clump of lights around, much more steady on your little wooden stool you were using for some added height.

“babe, thanksgiving hasn’t even passed,” ellie continues— and you can see her shaking her head even out of the corner of your eye as your head turns back to the wall— jaw clenching as you press up on your toes again to hand the light over the next pin. the small chuckle that the sight of you struggling to reach the spot seems to bring only annoys you more— head snapping to look over your shoulder with a look ellie liked to call your ‘scary eyes.’

“you can’t even— baby you can’t even reach. how did you get all that up?” ellie tries not to laugh but she can’t help it, the bursts of giggles slipping from her lips before she can stop them, green eyes trailing over the soft and cozy living room you two shared. somehow, alone with your little shitty stool.. you had covered at least half of the room while she was napping. “let me help,” she offered, a hand reaching out to steady your leg.

“no!” you complain, kicking your leg out a little to shrug off her hand. it only brings the wood below you to rock some more, which makes ellie grip a little harder. “you’re being judgy. i don’t want your help.” you sound petulant, maybe a little hurt by her amusement that you were doing this now.. alone.

“i am not being judgy,” ellie soothes her hand over your leg as you reach forward and successfully hook the sting of wired lights over the next spot. “you are, and you’re basically the same height as me— you can’t reach shit either.” you continue, the dig at her height a teasing one, paired with an eyebrow raise and fleeting glance back at her.

“ow?” ellie’s free hand clamped over her chest in faux hurt— the ragged cut strands of deep auburn hair shaking with her head. you find yourself watching the movement and fighting away a smile. “i meant by keeping you steady but if you wanna be mean i can totally let you do it all.” ellie pinches your leg over the fuzzy sweatpants you’re wearing. if it was anyone else you might be a little worried she was actually hurt.. but you can hear the humor seeping into her words and drawing out her sentences.

“fine,” the sigh that comes with the tingle word makes it seem like this decision was just absolutely the most difficult one you’ve had to make— the dramatics always evident. “i guess you can help. but only if you quit saying i’m doing it too early.”

honestly, you had planned to finish this little light hanging before she was done with her nap. she worked a long day with joel, you wanted to surprise her. and okay.. maybe you had seen one or two too many videos about the holidays that had given you the itch to decorate something and right then. but clearly the surprise element was lost, and ellie’s sarcastic taunting had replaced it. so now maybe you’re doing it out of spite. who knows, maybe you’ll even put on the santa clause after.

ellie’s fingers raise to her mouth, fake zipping them and nodding quickly. the urge to roll your eyes is one you act on, scoffing at her before you turn again and feel the steady warmth of her hands on both of your legs now, shifting you a little bit further down the wall for the next spot.

your lip falls between your teeth again, toes straining against your feet as you push as high as you can to get the next spot and—

“okay but you can admit most people wait for after thanksgiving right?”

“ellie!”

[kindaawesomebutnotreally]

Daaawwww! lil' squeaky baby 💖

[lifesteal-headcanons]

when 4c feels any intense emotions he just starts sliming all over the place like slime just starts dripping intensely and he just goes unsolid

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[rastronomicals]

2:22 PM EST November 15, 2023:

Monster Magnet - "Unsolid" From the album B-Sides & Rarities (March 22, 2005)

Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm

File under: Stoner Metal

[variousqueerthings]

read those last four pages of the earlier draft of the due south ending and wild how much it aligns with my overall predictions of how the show was going to end, so clearly i was seeing what some of those earlier intentions were (and it makes me wonder why they changed it)

to be honest, it could've pretty much ended that way with very few other changes -- the major two being meg saying she wouldn't move north, although she could still say that and be seen in a cushy office. it's the discomfort of fraser's general lifestyle/being a wild man of nature that she doesn't necessarily want, not canada itself, she canonically misses ottawa. and the other one perhaps being ray's and stella's relationship, but that could still be a thing that's dangled without needing to put too much of a line beneath what it may or may not become post-credits

it's really just the epilogue -- which felt oddly tacked-on to me -- that changes the ending, and im coming at that with a mix of "well, since most of it is making jokes about the characters i can ignore it" and "ray vecchio and stella elope and divorce almost immediately (due to ray's post-undercover ptsd)"

beyond that i wasn't totally sold on ray kowalski going up north at the end -- at least not for the longhaul, although i really do quite like the openness of him and fraser going to look for franklin's hand, so that wasn't the bit of the epilogue i was really scratching my head over, although, there are things about it that suggest that it's not the place either of them really need to be/would choose to be for too long moving forwards (also lol, ray you're wearing a thin coat and you hated most of your journey in canada so far, sir your rose-tinted glasses are blowing right off your face with the first blizzard -- but that's a part of him, he's not a hugely practical guy outside of the things he Knows How To Do, that is, he'll wear a thin coat in northern canada and eat smarties for breakfast and forget to clean his apartment and stalk his ex-wife but not out of malice and she doesn't feel threatened by it and he'll get himself beaten up in a boxing match he shouldn't be in and he'll smack computers, etc)

im still musing on how i read rayk's character, but a Big Big thing that is explored in canon is that he's someone who needs someone to tell him who to be, and that used to be stella until she correctly identified the amount of emotional labour that was being required by her vis a vis his various unexamined issues (and i believe she probably started at least some of the arguments, but at its core this is a solid lady and an unsolid man, it's easy to see where the issue lay), and now it's fraser, and all the while ray is asking, with some self-awareness: when he's not around other people (a single other person) telling him who to be, who is he? and we never do find out and nor does he, which is interesting -- it makes the franklin's hand ending quite melancholy to me, that alongside how it pertains to fraser himself

it suggests that him leaving with fraser is more about needing fraser as a crutch (like he needed stella). i was thinking there'd be some openness to the ending (people aren't at their final destination just because the story has ended), but ray doesn't need a yes-man like fraser (who sucks at boundaries), he needs... well ray vecchio, i think. and ray vecchio needs him, because of their very unique shared experience. there's an implicit understanding between them that's obvious in just the short amount of time they're together in the finale and that's really one of the main interesting things i want to think about/explore more moving forwards

the other thing that i'm circling back to in terms of the ending, is that fraser started the story very much alone, sans diefenbaker (whom one can say many things about in terms of what he represents -- friend, brother, same soul, metaphor, spirit). he ends the story with a community -- ray'n'ray, meg, maggie, turnbull to an extent, the whole precinct really, arguably parts of chicago itself, and i think that original ending makes that much clearer

the end of the story onscreen had a melancholy to it, as i said -- the epilogue puts both ray vecchio and meg far away (for no real reason that i could gather/sorta out of character for them both), effectively splitting up the community that had formed around fraser, and the northwest passage isn't the happiest of songs to end on. its story is that of a journey that is futile and circular, that to go out there is to ultimately try and find a way back home. so there's a lot of ambiguity to the onscreen ending that i am enjoying reading along the lines of how that community can come back together again afterwards, whilst still allowing fraser to fundamentally be who he is, which is wild and fairytale-like and other

the expression on his face when he first returns to the snow and the wild -- that fraser balanced with people anchoring him and telling him that whenever he wishes, they will be there for him (whilst knowing that there is, fundamentally, something about him that is of the wild and therefore untameable and also shouldn't be tamed, because then he wouldn't be fraser)

i think the main things im interested in right now are: 1. the rayk and rayv dynamic in a million different ways 2. exploring meg and maggie (apart, but also together in the same space in some way or other) 3. fraser and the balance of his two selves (the part that is always called by the wild and the part that has People whom he cares about, who are His People, not just people as an ideal) 4. also fraser and how he feels post-knowing-all-of-that-about-his-past-now-and-aftershocks-thereof 5. rayv and vegas and the aftermath of that, and including stella in that because the finale puts her in an interesting place to develop alongside both the rays 6. rayk and trying to find out who he is, because this too has been my big [?] whilst watching him. who are you sir? what do you want? (you want to know who you are, that's what you want. you want to feel real in your own skin. i want to explore what that journey looks like for him) 7. permutations of ray'n'ray and fraser either staying in or leaving law enforcement -- am fascinated by the fact that this is played with across both versions, so clearly it was a questionmark for the writing as well (my favourite idea of post-canon this is ray'n'ray open up a detective agency in some way or other)

so yeah. questions about the onscreen epilogue. what prompted it and when did it change, but im pretty chill about it, im just scooting it mildly to the left to bring all the characters back into frame a little more so i can ask the questions i want to ask of them

[if-loki-was-a-fox]

like. idk. a lot of the fancy symbolism style names are kinda formatted [adjective] [noun] what if that noun was like? "trapped"? or idk, some synonym for "escaped"/"freed" ? is there a prettier way to say "ex-prisoners"? I feel like that's a bit too bland and straightforward + lacks any other nuance or aspect of them.

Also don't entirely hate the idea of somehow getting the world "gold(en)" in their given John's whole thing + Noel's introducing himself literally using the word. also just makes it more recognizable

I really like the idea of the John/Noel fancy symbolism style ship name somehow referencing their connection through feeling like prisoners. given how that's like, the first thing they immediately connect over + both explicitly parallel/relate their experiences to each other through it

y'know?

[nqueso-lies]

Hey Queso!

So I am seeing a lot of the 'other side' talking about how Buck has a little E embroidered on the pocket of his LAFD bomber jacket. They are saying "aawww it's an E for Eddie, he's walking around with his lovers initial." *ahem* his name is EVAN, with an E. Anyways......

What they aren't pointing out, and so far this is my theory, is that the first time it appears is during the harbour tour scene with Tommy, and is now seen again in the stills for the call of the old man in the garden (Which my very unsolid theory is that bumping into Tommy on a call, or a mention of Tommy when Ravi and Buck decide to hang out) and the only other time we know of Buck wearing this jacket (with the potential of having the letter E on it's pocket) is 8x14 and 8x15 as in BTS and video interviews Oliver is wearing said bomber jacket, where who do we know is directly involved? Tommy!

So my very weak theory (But defiantly more likely to be correct than it being Eddies initial, I mean come on guys) is as Tommy calls Buck Evan the scenes they have together he has the E (and stealing from the other side wearing his heart on his sleeve, not Eddie, but rather who he is, and that is Evan) Side note: I would love if Tommy had one with T on and they got them mixed up and were wearing each others jackets.....

*slow blinks*

That E is absolutely NOT for Eddie 😭😭

[sanjoongie]

𐊇𝒆𝞪r𝗹𝟈𝘴𝔰 𝘊𝒽𝒶𝛐ꜱ

🏴‍☠️A/N: this is in retaliation to space pirate hwa you threw at me and all the other 'suffer with topaz' tags missy @smallfrye 🏴‍☠️Pairing: Jung Wooyoung x Reader (f) 🏴‍☠️Au: pirate au, ghost au, historical au 🏴‍☠️Genre: smut, angst 🏴‍☠️Trope: strangers to lovers 🏴‍☠️Warnings: mentions of death, fire, strangulation > kinks: fingering (f), dom!wooyoung, sub!reader, temperature play? (woo is a cold ghost, you're a hot human), penetrative sex without a barrier, slight begging kink, slight praise kink 🏴‍☠️Rated: 18+, MDNI 🏴‍☠️Word count: 1,750 🏴‍☠️Summary: You purchase a one way ticket across the Atlantic ocean on a refitted ship to flee the ghosts of your past, only to encounter a new ghost, one who isn't looking to torture you but give you pleasure

You woke up to your entire cabin shaking. You had no idea how, since every item was nailed down on this passenger ship, but it was like your ship was being sucked into a maelstrom and being struck by lightning at the same time. Except, you were calm. Your basin was thrown across the room and smashed next to your head and still you didn't flinch. 

You sat up and wrapped the blankets around you instinctively. It was chaos reincarnated but you did not hear screams from outside of your room. It was completely, oddly, possible that this was only happening in your room. It stopped just as suddenly as it started and when you blinked, everything was back in place like nothing ever happened.

When you woke up the next morning, you listened to the other passengers talk about a good night’s sleep with the lull of the ship rocking them. No one complained about a rocky sleep or a storm. You're not exactly sure what’s going on but you believe you’re being targeted.

Each night you suffer through the same crazy night but sometimes the scenes change. You got chaos, you got carnage, you got terrifying noises that would keep any sane person up. You woke up to observe your surroundings, and to ensure your survival, but you were not shaken by what you watched happen within your cabin. You had been through worse…

The flames lick up the plush curtains, creating otherworldly colors. The hands around your throat tighten and tighten, despite how you claw at them. The light brown eyes above you swirl with insanity. “You and me forever, my love.”

A wisp of dust and light pushed through the door to your cabin and a man walked through it. Well, clearly he wasn’t a man considering the lines around him were fuzzy and unsolid, but he took the form of a man. His ruffled shirt, tight pants and high boots said he was not of the current world but the authority in his step said he was used to giving orders and them being followed.

“Explain to me why you never scream no matter what I do to haunt you?!” The man demanded, fussing with the ruffles at his wrist. He snapped his fingers and the entire room dripped of blood, as if a massacre had occurred while you slept. You stared at him with an even gaze and he rolled his eyes. “This is what I’m talking about! You’re supposed to be scared!”

“I have once lived a hell worse than this,” You informed him. 

Unimpressed eyes scanned over your form. With his tongue between his lips in contemplation, his eyes swept over the curve of your bare shoulder, down to where you held your sheets to modestly cover your chest. “What woman dare sleep in the nude aboard my ship?”

You tilted your head. “Your ship?”

“I am the captain!” The man announced, dramatically sweeping his arms out wide. “Or, I was. Until my stupid crew mutinied and gave themselves up to the navy in hopes of a pardon. They killed me in my own room, you know?” His eyes narrowed down at you. “This room.”

“Oh,” You murmured, “You’re a ghost.”

The man sighed. “A ghost? I am THE Jung Wooyoung, Fearless Chaos, the one who discovered the--” Wooyoung’s tirade stopped as you laid back down and turned your back to him. “Wait a minute, you’re going back to sleep?”

“If you’re not going to throw my things around the room, I’d like to sleep, thank you,” You responded a-matter-of-factly.

The heeled boots of the once-captain clicked across the well-worn wood floor as Wooyoung moved from the door to your bed--his bed. His cold hand held your shoulder and turned your body to make you lie on your back. “You are an intriguing woman,” He muttered to himself. 

You stared up at him patiently, waiting for his next move. Goosebumps covered your skin at his ghostly touch. Wooyoung’s eyes swept over the arch of your eyebrows and the slump of your nose and your lips and he felt something he hadn't felt in perhaps decades since he was killed: lust. He wanted to break your mask and make you show something other than cool disregard for him. He wanted you to fall apart from his touches.

“I am not scared of you,” You said with the slightest tilt of your chin. “Do your worst.”

Wooyoung whipped the blankets off your form and smirked in delight to find your entire body naked underneath. His eyes were eager to discover more of your delightful body. His cool hands traced a wonderful pattern on your skin, the texture unlike anything he has seen before… you winced as he did so, but it was not a wince of pain.

“I am not scared either,” Wooyoung admitted quietly. In fact, his fingers travel past the burn marks and move towards the junction of your thighs. 

Your eyes snapped to his face, almost searching for a mocking quality to it, but there was none to find. Wooyoung has appreciated your burns from that horrible night but he’d much rather provide you pleasure than give you pain. That was a first.

“Yeosang!” You pleaded with a strangled voice. Your fingers look for purchase to pull away his hands from your throat but he’s too strong.

The flames of the fire roaring around you and the flames of lunacy in your beloved's eyes compete with each other. “Don’t fight it,” He murmured in a quiet voice, “Let us enter the afterlife together, my love.”

Wooyoung patiently spread your legs, a hand pushing your thighs apart so that he could have easier access to your cunt. He licked his lips in anticipation. He wished he could taste what was there but at the very least, he could ease the frown between your eyebrows.

You didn't look at Wooyoung but you did tilt your hips in a silent offering. Wooyoung dipped his fingers to the juncture of your thighs and you whined pitifully. Wooyoung swirled his finger, cold against the heat of your pussy, in the slick that gathered there. “So wet,” He observed, before pinching your clit with his other hand. 

The captain ghost played your body like a fiddle. With your clit between his thumb and forefinger, he pinched and rubbed the sensitive flesh there, all the while fucking your cunt with his middle and ring finger of his other hand. The harsh line of pain and pleasure had you floating, small whimpers escaping your lips as Wooyoung gave you something you had not experienced in months.

“Please…” You panted, bucking your hips to meet Wooyoung’s thrusts of his fingers, “More.”

Wooyoung halted both of his hands, pressing one hand to your knee as he turned around to face you. “What else could a miserable ghost of a captain give a lady like you?” His words are gentlemanly but his voice is low and gravelly and sends a shiver down your spine.

You wetted your lips carefully. “Your cock,” you whispered. 

“You women are all the same,” Wooyoung chuckled, “Go on, precious, get on your hands and knees for me. Prepare yourself for my cock.”

Your body almost moved on its own, offering your ass to the ghost captain like you were all his. “Fuck me, Wooyoung,” You whined.

Yeosang, your dead husband, who had set fire to your mansion and almost killed you in the process, slowly began to fade to the far recesses of your mind. The ghost of him haunted you during the day and during the night. But the minute that Wooyoung pushed and grunted, and squeezed his way into your cunt, he dismissed the mental ghost of yours. His cold fingers dug into your hips, the slap of his thighs against your ass a welcome relief to the hotness of your body. The more cold reality Wooyoung brought to you, the further away your demons were driven. 

“Such a divine creature,” Wooyoung praised you. He raised your body so it was flush with his; his chest to your back. His fingers found the burn marks on your body and he traced them with awe. Wooyoung could find no flaw in you, especially the way your cunt took his thrusts. 

“Wooyoung,” You whispered as he kissed the nape of your neck. 

“I can give you the release you need,” Wooyoung promised, tongue sweeping along the skin behind your ear before carefully taking the lobe of your ear between his teeth. 

Wooyoung can’t come, of course, he’s a ghost, but he swore it was as if his dick was alive for you. He didn’t care if he couldn't truly feel your pussy walls clenching down on him. He could hear the moans dropping from your lips and he believed he had discovered his newfound purpose in his afterlife. “I’ll take over this ship again. I’ll make it a ghost ship with a ghost crew. And you will be my figurehead, the lady of the ship. I will bring you untold pleasure and steal all the treasure in the seven seas to drape along your body. And you will remain in my cabin, in my bed, with my head between your legs, my body for your satisfaction.” Wooyoung promised to lay the world at your feet, and after what you had endured, you found that perhaps you’d rather someone burn the world down for you then burn your world down around you.

Wooyoung continued his tirade, fucking you so well, the drag of his cock against your walls pushing you towards a release you had not known you so desperately needed.

“I'll revive the pirate era and I'll make you the queen of the pirates and all will know you for the way you are spoiled. No one would dare look at you in fear I would cut them down.” Your cries were starting to crescendo, so Wooyoung slipped his finger between your outer lips and circled your clit. “I will give you the world for simply making me feel alive again,” Wooyoung whispered almost like a prayer in thanks.

You came, and hard, finally screaming for Wooyoung. He clamped a chilly hand over your mouth so as to not alert anyone of your carnal affairs in his cabin. That secret could come out later, but not before he attempted to lick your cunt and see if he couldn't help that haunted look in your eyes leave permanently.

Special thanks once again to @starlitmark for helping me make such pretty pretty posts for my revenge month!

[obscuremantisman]

a simple fluff, that's all — stubborn tired mage x cosmic reader — male character x GN reader

word count: 571

|| Sleep is the best medicine for a strong mage ||

⪧ I appreciate criticism, ideas, and your opinions. ⪦

Your form shifted above him like a mist, a soft melody leaving your non-existent lips for your lover, Farris, to hear as, at last, he had put on some pajamas after much insistence on your part.

"Are you sure?" He asked with a smile, carrying himself to bed with a yawn, looking over his desk with a pout, eyeing the small piles of books he picked out to study, specifically the giant open book with various stick notes attached.

"Can I really not just read one last page? Please? It'll be quick, I promise..." Farris insisted lazily, crossing his arms over his head as he laid on his back, chuckling at how you stopped singing just to 'tsk, tsk, tsk' at him. When he looked up, Farris had met with you in place of the ceiling, your frozen maniac smile quickly outshined by the twinkling lights that adorned your obscure unsolid form.

"One turn of the page will soon turn into two turns of pages, and so on, you'll not sleep tonight." You uttered, light as a feather as you fell down simply to have him in your arms, making him melt in an instant. "Therefore.. no, you cannot, little star." You finished, making Farris roll his eyes, a happy sigh leaving his lips as he enveloped his arms the best he could around his lover, basking in your warmth.

You possessed the perfect temperature, always, for him, leaving him with no space to whine against cuddling ever, as he practically sleeps in a blink while in your hold. "But.. I really, really need to learn that spell, and you know it." He tried arguing, giving you the best puppy eyes he could manage, which was a rather odd expression on him, but strangely enough, it gave off a charm to you.

You couldn't help but quietly snicker, making Farris throw a hit to your back, furthering your laughter. "Hey! Don't laugh. What if I fail because I slept instead of studying expert object awakening??" He scolded you, the upcoming magic exam had been haunting Farris's mind ever since it was announced, making him tense just from the thought.

"And it's such a hard subject, too..." He began rambling, thinking of the many times he read the incantation over for the last few days, his wand giving off steam at the time he managed to half master it. "So many steps.. and all I managed was to give legs to objects." He continued, nuzzling his face on your chest as best as he could without getting his face passing through the surface of your body, feeling glad to have you here.

A kiss was delivered to his forehead, and he immediately shut up, turning to look at you. "You'll be fine, your strength is far bigger than you give it credit for." Your fingers ran through his hair, easily getting him to relax, a grunt being given in response to your words. "Fine, but it'll be your fault if anything goes wrong!" Farris grumbled, closing his eyes. It had you amused, really, a few minutes in your hold and he had been drooling, snoring like there was no tomorrow. What he didn't know, and didn't need to, was that a little help from you would be given in his exams, after all, you wouldn't let your partner, out of all creatures, not live up to his dreams. Surely he wouldn't mind...

man, this one sucked- but it was really just to de-stress.