#neil use it in the tv show challenge

[jamesttiberius]

closedown by the cure and the sandman occupy the same spot in my brain

#extra funny bc robert smith being part of dream's inspo #like a few of their songs have sandman energy to me but none come close to closedown imo #neil use it in the tv show challenge #brahe speaks #the sandman #the cure #dream of the endless

[neil-gaiman]

Hello Mr Neil,

I want to share how I feel about Sherryl the supermodel from Good Omens. You've answered a question previously when someone felt that her representation was lacking empathy (re the visual effects note in the script book, although the scene was cut), and I want to offer my thoughts to help people who felt that way about Sherryl.

The book (Good Omens, not the scripts, which I haven't read) plays with dark topics and makes them absurd and fun, aiming the jabs at the systems that (mis)guide or harm people (there are Beliefs, the People who Believe them, and the odd ways of living that make sense to them). Famine's D-Plan sums up the diet industry and a culture of starvation: of course we don't laugh /at/ Sherryl, we understand (because of everything the novel sets up) that like every other human she does her best with the frameworks she's got. It's empathetic, because that's what Good Omens is. Understanding that let me reframe the knee-jerk reaction I had on my first read of the scene in the book.

[For the TV show, though, as you've explained in the past, certain things had to be adapted to the time. I wonder sometimes - because I know that you do these things well - how you felt about approaching Sherryl nearly 30 years later.]

I think the trouble for me was that the scene in the book felt cruel at first. Now, I think 'A skeleton in a Dior dress' beautifully sums up the sacrifice of her humanity to become New York's top model. It's death dressed up - that's how such extremely-ill supermodels *should* appear to us if only we were unblinkered. One should see plainly the actual violence in an emaciated person's appearance. Maybe growing up with early 2000s aggressive body-shaming British TV shows and an overweight mother of Sherryl's generation as well as personal experience of anorexia made the 'skeleton' image feel cruel, now-overdone and recognisable to the nastiest unhealed bits in my psyche.

I think the frightened human animal in me initially recoiled from the dehumanisation. The pit of me jerked at the descriptions of Sherryl that felt like real insults, pulled straight from mainstream body-shaming media of my formative years. Of course, Good Omens predates this - thin was in, religiously, and the scene was subversive then - but that was my initial bodily feeling, not a thoughtful response. I describe it to illustrate where the challenge was, after we've gone from skinny worship in the 90s, to domestic skinny enforcement, to skinny shame, to wherever we are now in the popular orthorexic fitness culture and clean-eating minefield etc etc. Starvation dehumanises, and Sherryl was sick to the point of being inhuman - the scene under a microscope might feel complicit in dehumanisation to the sensibilities of teens and young adults today (for the same reason that people in Trafalgar Square can't see England), but within the book it humanises Sherryl by showing you plainly what awful thing has happened to her.

What the book did for me was let me delight in a sense of humour that makes difficult things totally absurd and therefore perfectly understandable. It told me, everyone is doing their best (to the best of their understanding), and when the fun-poking poked at my own pressure points, it said, lovingly, yes, you too. Many things about the book are like laughing with a friend or receiving a warm hug - it makes the big things so silly, and shared, and okay.

Thanks :) x <3

I am glad that is how you saw her. That is how we saw her. (I'm reminded of the only time I was ever at a high fashion event, where I found myself profoundly shocked by the incredible thinness of the models, and how sorry for them I felt, and how I wanted to feed them soup and stew and sandwiches. And of a high fashion model I knew a little, when she went out with a friend of mine, who told me that some girls she knew used heroin to stop the hunger pains, injecting themselves between their toes, and later I learned that my friend broke up with her when he learned she was a heroin addict.)

[sitzfleischh]

Okay inspired by this post by @irispurpurea and this post by @ouidamforeman (both of which are excellent, please read) I wanted to add some thoughts about the structural weirdness of season 2.

The reason season 2 feels so structurally WEIRD is that it's the second beat what is now a three act story, but that wasn't written as one in the first place.

Season 1 was a complete, self-contained story arc with completed character development, based on a complete, self-contained novel. The story of Good Omens is about an angel and a demon going from opposite sides to their own side, aligned with earth and its humans. And at the end of season one this story has been told! It's done!

If you want to keep the story going, then, you have two options -- either you find a completely new story to tell with these characters, or you do what Neil Gaiman et al have chosen to do and you complicate and unresolve the conclusion from the first story in order to tell the same story but in an even bigger and more nuanced way.

The challenge of season two, then, is to reframe the events of season one not as a completed story but as the first act of a three-act arc.

And genuinely I think this is just not the way that most TV shows tasked with writing their second season go about doing it. Not that this is a bad choice! But the reason it feels weird on first glance is because it's taking its structure from like... half of the sequel to a novel, not a TV show that gets a second season.

This is the point of all of the historical flashbacks in season 2-- to make us understand that Crowley and Aziraphale are not on the same page and haven't been for 6000 years, despite appearing to be by the end of the first season.

The other thing I think season 2 does is make the whole story about Crowley and Aziraphale's relationship in a way it just wasn't in season 1. Taken on its own, season one's A-plot is the apocalypse, and the B-plot is relationship between this angel and demon.

What season two does then is literally FLIP the importance of those two things structurally. Season one's apocalypse and various side characters now occupy the same place as the Gabriel mystery in season 2. Which is also why it feels so weird to be like "wait this thing that felt like The Big Important Thing before is now suddenly the background of something else."

All this to say, this season is SO structurally interesting because it's just straight up not like other TV shows in structure, and because of the way everything now has to be marketed and framed in trailers as one, more typical kind of story, AND because the first season was a complete story that has now been reframed as an incomplete story, Good Omens season two feels very weird but imo much less weird upon rewatching, and will again feel less weird once we have season 3 and the story gets to complete its arc.

#good omens meta #good omens #good omens analysis #good omens s2 #anyway I have been THINKING THOUGHTS lately lmao #and the state of television right now is so fucked but also so interesting to me #if they told the exact same story but as a 12-episode second series instead of two 6-episode series #I think people would feel completely different about it -- myself included! #is Good Omens perfect? no. Do I love it with my whole heart forever? absofuckinglutely #my good omens meta #sitzfleischh.meta

[good-omens-classic]

I saw a post a while back (which I'm not going to find and reblog because I don't want that OP to feel like I'm being unnecessarily argumentative or critical of their post) that said Good Omens (TV version) is about Crowley and Aziraphale fighting for the right to be harmlessly weird, and that's why it resonates with autistic people a lot

I think this is an analysis of the TV show that has a lot of merit, but I think it also illustrates how the miniseries adaptation very subtly changed the main themes of the original work

In my opinion, and the reason why I gravitated towards the original story, the book's main theme isn't about being "harmlessly weird," but rather choosing love, kindness, and humanity when violence and hostility is expected of you.

This is why the TV show being sort of a workplace or office resonates less with me. GOmens to me has been about soldiers defying orders, not office workers defying to make water cooler talk because their co-workers aren't understanding.

However it's not like the latter isn't a story worth telling and there's a lot of overlap because both are about rejecting conformity and the status quo

However I would quibble that challenge the status quo is not "harmless" and often causes trouble for the people in power.

To me the point of the story is "the people in power need to have trouble caused for them," rather than "we're not causing trouble for you, leave us alone."

I think this is probably, once again, because Terry was there for the book but not the miniseries. He has a way of writing rage-against-the-machine-by-choosing-kindness-and-understanding characters that I don't see in Neil's writing.

For me personally I liked the book but lost interest in the TV show because I grew up in a culture that expected me to honor violence and engage with everyone else with suspicion and not be weak and trusting. And unlearning that to understand other people, learn how to choose kindness and reject the idea that we have to fight took a lot to unlearn that brainwashing.

I hope people gravitating towards the TV show are having their own journeys with it ☺️

#good omens #voice of mod

[jtl-fics]

So im a huge fan of gbbo, and love your gbbo AU, and something mel and sue used to do when people would be having a good cry during filming was say a bunch of brand names or sing copywritten songs so the footage couldnt be used.

I strongly believe andrew would do the exact same thing whenever he started to get pissed off with them filming too close and being nosy.

All I can think of is him monotone singing random popular 2000s songs while glaring at the cameraman.

Lol Mel and Sue were the inspiration behind a little bit in the "All for the Race" AU where Andrew has to deal with being on a plane. They just have a blanket to cover Andrew up with when he's crawling into Neil's lap to handle a bad flight that has a competing TV station logo on it so that they HAVE to blur it.

But yes absolutely Andrew 100% would just be like "It is now time to stun everyone with my completely flat rendition of Brittany Spear's Seminal Classic: Toxic." whenever a host, judge, or fellow competitor asks him questions / comments.

These questions / comments include:

"Where do you get your boots?" - Noel before they came to their Understanding.

"You seemed really close with Josten." - A Fellow Baker

"Is it meant to be on fire like that?" - Whoever the other host is at this time.

"Can I have a handshake?" - Paul Hollywood attempting to give Andrew a handshake for his Gingerbread Juvenile Detention Center.

"You can't use that much butter!" - Kevin broke into the tent during a show stopper challenge because Neil sent him a pic of Andrew surrounded by a fortress of butter sticks during one of his prep bakes.

It may get to a point where the GBBO tries to see about buying the rights to use Toxic but when Andrew gets wind of that he googles most expensive song to license and the tent got treated to a completely dead performance of Thunderstruck.

I need it to be made clear that Noel Fielding absolutely does the instrumentals with his own voice with full passion to back Andrew up.

#A Foxhole Bake #AFTG #AFTG AU #Ask

[meadow-dusk]

Challenge! choose a musical artist you like and use the names of their songs to answer this as close as possible

Thank you @desertsquiet 😍 I have done this w/ Led Zeppelin and Pink Floyd (& maybe the Beatles?) back in the facebook days but I've never gotten a chance to do this yet for my all-time favorite ❤️❤️❤️

Name of the artist: Neil Young

What’s your gender? Old Laughing Lady

How do you feel? Too Far Gone! (also Helpless!) (also Lost in Space!)

If you could go anywhere, where would it be? Peace Trail

Describe your best friend: Ordinary People

If your life was a TV show, what would it be called? Slowpoke

Favourite time of day? Twilight

What do you fear? Change Ain't Never Gonna

Relationship status: Only a Dream

What's life like to you? Love Earth

I tag @itbe1964 @muirneach @grahamnashofficials @garpond @satyraspenser annnnd @little-bit-of-mystery if you want! + whoever sees this and wants to try :)

#i refuse to appropriate any songs that are for Pegi it just feels so wrong to me #tag game

[adventures-in-a-world-of-fiction]

I’ve had a YouTube channel for nearly two decades. The first video I ever posted was in 2006. It was a Power Rangers fanvid and while it’s not the worst video ever created, it’s definitely not the best. It was a weird choice of song (Spirit of Man from War of the Worlds) and some of the clips are badly trimmed so there’s a frame or two of the next scene/shot at the start or end in a few places.

Since then, I’ve made a bunch of other videos, music videos for shows or fake trailers for some of my fanfics (many of those fics were posted on sites that no longer exist). I don’t post often these days, but every once in a while I’ll get struck with the urge to make a fanvid for a film or TV show that I like. Recently, it’s been The Sandman and the Dreamling ship in particular.

In all this time, my YouTube channel has never been monetised. When I first started the channel, that wasn’t even an option, as YouTube monetisation wasn’t a thing on the platform until December 2007, the year after I posted my first video, and even then, I don’t think it was available for anyone to apply to once they hit certain thresholds the way it is today.

So yeah, when I started, it wouldn’t have occurred to me to monetise my channel. Then I had a real world job and my video creation dropped off and in recent years, I haven’t met the monetisation thresholds, so it hasn’t been an option and I haven’t given it much thought. After all, I didn’t start making silly little fanvids expecting to make money from them, and most of them would be demonetised anyway because of the use of copyrighted material.

But recently I checked my analytics out of curiosity and I’m within reach of those monetisation thresholds. I got a load more views than usual around October and November last year for no reason I can see. There’s an obvious bump in the watch time analytics for a couple of months before it drops down to my usual trickle of views. I’ve no idea why it happened or why it stopped, but it was enough of a bump that I’m now at 3997 hours of watch time for the past year, with the monetisation threshold being 4000 hours.

Given how close I am, it feels like I should try to push to meet the eligibility criteria and apply for the YouTube partner programme, just so that it’s an option for me if I want it. And I clearly need to do it in the next few months, because I don’t expect to replicate that spike in views from October. But over the next month or two, getting 3 more hours of watch time than I got in the same time period last year feels like a realistic thing to achieve, even if almost all of my videos are under 5 minutes long.

Especially if I actually tell people that I have YouTube videos. So here I am, telling people. If you enjoy fan made music videos, please consider giving some of mine a watch.

Here are a few of them:

Ranger Spirit, the first ever video I ever posted on my YouTube channel, made in Windows Movie Maker, with all of the mistakes and badly trimmed shots:

One of my recent videos, Meet Me On The Battlefield, for The Sandman fandom:

Sticking with Neil Gaiman for the time being, an ineffable husbands video for Good Omens season 2, What Hurts the Most:

The video that got the most views during that weird spike in my analytics, I Don’t Deserve You for the show White Collar, focusing on the relationship between Peter, Neal and Elizabeth:

And for a silly challenge I gave myself, I tried to use footage from Dirk Gently’s season two to create a trailer that looked like a serious fantasy film. That was not easy, given how ridiculous the armies looked:

My channel has absolutely no consistency in terms of what I post. I will make videos for whatever happens to grab my attention at the time, so across the lifespan of my channel I have fanvids for Yuri on Ice, the MCU, Teen Wolf, Charmed, Voltron, The Chronicles of Narnia (both the old BBC TV show and the films), Doctor Who (and spin offs), X-Men, Kamen Rider Dragon Knight, The Sentinel, The Tribe, and more Power Rangers than feels comfortable now given my age. If any of those grab your attention, please take a watch and help me hit that 4000 hours threshold.

#youtube #fanvids #fanvid creation

[swanqueenelmaxshadowhunters]

It was Eleven's first Christmas, and she couldn't be more excited. The whole concept was still new to her, but El enjoyed seeing houses and businesses adorned, the large Christmas trees with all those colorful balls and other ornaments, not to mention the snow.

People also seemed to have a penchant for themed sweaters, and that was one of the things Eleven liked the most. Most people said they were horrible, and especially the boys, like Mike, refused to wear anything resembling a Christmas sweater, but El loved them.

Hopper had bought her four sweaters with Joyce's help, and El suspected, with Max's assistance as well. Although Max claimed not to be a fan of such things, Max knew El's tastes better than anyone, even better than Mike.

Thinking about Max made the corners of Eleven's mouth curve up in an involuntary smile and brought warmth to her heart. Since the events of that fateful July 4th, they had started spending more time together. At first, El felt guilty about everything that had happened, especially Billy's death, even though he wasn't a good person, especially to Max.

El knew she didn't understand relationships very well, and she didn't understand, especially, how Max could feel so bad about Billy's death, but Max was her friend, and she was very sad, and El hated seeing her that way. Not to mention the nightmares.

Right after Billy's death, Max told her that things were ugly at her home, with Neil arguing with her mom more and more intensely. El knew she couldn't use her powers on Neil, but she could try to keep Max safe, so she always found an excuse for Max to sleep in the cabin, and Hopper seemed more than happy to accommodate her requests.

When Max woke up screaming and crying on the first night, Eleven woke up startled, but seeing her friend's state, the shock was replaced by guilt and concern. She didn't know what to do; all the movies she had ever watched never showed how to comfort a friend.

So, El let her instincts speak. She pulled Max close and hugged her as best as she could, and felt relieved when Max didn't reject her approach, but instead buried her head in her neck and gripped her pajama shirt, letting tears flow freely as sobs shook her entire body. Despite the trauma and sadness that moment represented for Max, and for El too, she couldn't help but like how it brought them even closer.

"Earth to Eleven."

Dustin's voice snapped her out of her thoughts, and she noticed he was staring at her. "What?"

"Is everything okay? You were—" Dustin shrugged. "I don't know, seemed like you were far away."

"But I didn't go anywhere." Eleven furrowed her eyebrows, looking confused at Dustin.

"No." He smiled. "It's like when we start thinking about something, or remembering something, and get carried away by it, you know?"

"Ah." Eleven's eyes shifted to Max for a moment, then back to Dustin. "I think I know."

Eleven watched in silence as Dustin, always so perceptive, seemed to study her for a moment, as if deciding something, and then he just shrugged and asked, "How are you liking Christmas so far?"

"I like the lights and the sweaters." El smoothed her sweater as if to make a point.

"Sweaters are great! I don't know why Mike doesn't like them."

"Mike doesn't like a lot of things." Max grumbled from where she was, helping Robin put up some lights on the wall.

"Not true, I like plenty of things." Mike replied, coming from Joyce's room, with Will right behind him, each carrying a cardboard box. "But these sweaters are ridiculous."

"Your hair is ridiculous, and no one says anything."

Max shot back, giving Mike a challenging look. El watched the scene and felt her heart warm. She knew that was Max's way of defending her interests, and she liked how Max didn't care if she had to argue with Mike or anyone else to defend her. Not that she needed someone to defend her, but it was nice to know there was someone willing to do so.

She smiled, seeing Max narrow her eyes at Mike, and the way she lifted her chin slightly.

She knew the other boys would hardly stand against Mike, especially Will, even though they were almost brothers now, and she understood. They had been friends for many years, and she was the outsider. Just like Max.

Maybe that's what brought them together, in parts. And it was good to have someone to talk to and spend time with beyond Mike and the boys, especially now that she and Mike were no longer together. Someone to teach her things that Mike could never. And who understood her.

"She's doing it again."

Dustin's voice brought Eleven out of her thoughts, and she looked at him for a moment. "Sorry."

"Nah, no need to apologize." Dustin smiled and tossed a ball to her. "Help me finish decorating the tree."

Eleven nodded and joined Dustin and Steve to decorate the Hopper-Byers Christmas tree.

Yes, that was another thing Eleven liked a lot; since the events on July 4th, Hopper and Joyce had started going out, or as Max had explained to her, having dates. It was good because Hopper smiled a lot now, and so did Joyce.

And it was really nice to have a large family, even though Eleven was still getting used to all this. Being closer to town, she and Hopper had moved to Joyce's house a few months after the July 4th events.

She wasn't sure how it had happened, but one day Joyce came to the cabin to talk to her and ask if Eleven would like to live with her, Hopper, and the boys in her house.

What Eleven liked most about Joyce was that she didn't try to use anything to convince El about anything. Instead, she sat and talked with her, giving options, explaining things, and letting Eleven decide what she would do.

Max's laughter filled the room, drawing Eleven's attention, and she smiled widely at seeing her friend on the floor with Robin on top of her. Robin had fallen from the ladder. Again. Eleven didn't know Robin as well as Dustin, Erica, or Max, but she liked her. Robin was funny and smart, and she made Max laugh. That was one of the things El liked most about Robin.

"Oh my God, are you guys okay?"

Joyce came from the kitchen upon hearing the noise, hands covered in flour and something else.

"We're fine, Mrs. Byers." Max laughed, pushing Robin. "Sorry."

"No need to apologize, dear." Joyce smiled kindly, and her gaze shifted to Eleven. "Are you okay?"

"Yes." Eleven nodded, her eyes finally leaving Max. "I'm fine."

The door opened, bringing in a blast of cold air as Jonathan, Hopper, and Nancy entered with more Christmas shopping; food, last-minute decorations, and extra gifts.

"Hello, kiddo."

Hopper ruffled Eleven's hair as he passed by her. Eleven smiled at him but didn't stop what she was doing. She picked up another ornament from one of the boxes Will and Mike brought from the room and busied herself helping the boys decorate the tree.

Jonathan joined them and went to help Steve with other decorations while Nancy took the Christmas lights from Robin's hands, instructing her to help Max hold the ladder so she could put the lights on the wall.

Surprisingly, Lucas was helping Joyce in the kitchen. Apparently, he had a hidden talent and a taste for cooking that caught everyone by surprise, but no one was complaining or judging him.

"After we finish here, we're going to make snowmen," Mike said, his smile widening.

"Snowmen?" Eleven furrowed her eyebrows.

"Yeah, with the amount of snow piling up in the backyard, we can make a bunch of them!" Will said, excited. "But don't worry, El, we'll show you how to do it."

Eleven nodded, and without even realizing what she was doing, her eyes met Max's across the room. Her lips curled up into an involuntary smile, and she felt relieved when Max said, "You got this!"

(...)

After finishing decorating the tree, walls, and doors, Eleven and the others headed to the backyard of the Hopper-Byers house. The house was larger than when El first set foot there; when Joyce asked if she would like to live with her and the boys and Eleven said yes, Joyce and Hopper started the project of renovating the house to accommodate everyone. It wasn't a big house like Mike's or the other boys', but it was cozy and familial, and most importantly: Eleven felt safe there.

"Here, let me help you with this," Joyce said, stopping Eleven on the porch. "There you go, now you're ready." She said, closing the zipper of Eleven's winter coat and adjusting a beanie on her head.

"Thank you."

"Come on, El, let's go."

Eleven felt her heart race, as it always did every time Max took her hand and smiled at her that way, highlighting her dimples. She ran hand in hand with Max across the yard and joined the boys, who were making snowballs with their hands and throwing them at each other.

"Hey, you idiots, be careful!"

Max shouted, sending an irritated glance toward the boys when a snowball came too close to Eleven's head.

"Sorry, El!" Lucas offered an apologetic smile.

Eleven looked at the boys, one by one, and then exchanged a glance with Max, in a silent conversation only they understood. Max nodded, and Eleven's smile widened.

She looked back at the boys, her expression neutral as she focused on her powers and made a massive snowball float just above the boys' heads. She exchanged another brief glance with Max, who nodded, and Eleven turned to the boys with a smile on her face that they knew well at this point.

With a slight nod of her head, the snowball fell onto the boys, and she and Max burst into laughter.

"Hey, that's not fair!"

"This is cheating!"

"I'm going to freeze to death."

The girls' laughter intensified in the face of the boys' indignation and drama, and soon Steve, Robin, Nancy, and Jonathan were by their side to see what had happened.

"What-" Steve blinked, confused. "Did you do that?" He turned to Eleven, eyebrows raised slightly.

Eleven just nodded, laughing. Her eyes sparkled with innocent mischief, and soon everyone was laughing at the boys partially trapped under the snowball.

"Well done, you idiots." Max stuck her tongue out at the boys and pulled Eleven by the hand. "I think here is good to build our snowmen."

"If you say so."

To anyone else, this simple phrase might sound rude or dismissive, but El knew that Max already knew her well enough to know that it was just her agreeing with Max.

"First, you do it like this," Max said, kneeling in the snow and grabbing a handful of snow between her hands, forming a small ball. "You make a snowball like this, and you keep adding snow to this ball until it's about thirty centimeters."

Eleven nodded and started doing the same as Max, gathering snow until she formed a ball large enough for them to place on the ground and roll it to achieve the ideal size for the bottom part.

With the corner of her eye, Eleven noticed that the boys had already been freed from the snow and were building their own snowmen.

She turned her attention back to the snowman she was building with Max, and soon they moved on to the middle part. Building the snowman was faster and easier than Eleven expected - especially when you have powers and can use them to stack the snowballs on top of each other, she thought. Once they finished, they ran inside the house to grab scarves, hats, and other things to decorate their snowmen.

They placed carrots as noses, blue bouncing rubber balls and green gems for eyes, and colorful pebbles for the teeth. Eleven put a blue scarf on her snowman, and Max put a red one on hers.

"Now we need sticks for the arms," Max said.

Eleven joined her in searching for the ideal sticks for their snowmen's arms, and after a few minutes, they were complete. The boys', however, were still halfway done. That's because every now and then, they interrupted the snowman building to play snowball wars or to mock each other's snowman-building skills.

With not much else to do, they joined the boys in the snowball fights and chases, zigzagging between the snowmen in the yard.

Eleven had never felt such happiness in her life as in that moment; surrounded by people she loved and trusted, people who cared about her and saw her as more than a girl with special powers.

She never imagined it was possible to feel such joy, the kind that feels like your heart might leap out of your chest at any moment, and this feeling intensified when she and Max fell into the snow - breathless and sweaty - with Max on top of her.

Her eyes locked onto Max's, and Eleven felt her heart race. Max's blue eyes were already mesmerizing on an ordinary day, but in that moment, against the gray sky and with cheeks red and glowing with a happiness Eleven hadn't seen in months, they seemed even bluer, even more captivating. Eleven felt her breath catch in her throat as Max's eyes dropped to her lips, and she thought she saw something in them, like when Mike went in for a kiss, but she wasn't sure.

"Hey, dingus, let's go inside before we become part of the decoration."

Robin's voice interrupted that moment, and Max's eyes widened as she quickly got up; her cheeks turned an even deeper shade of red. She reached out to Eleven and helped her up, but for some reason, it seemed like she was avoiding her eyes.

"Come on, let's have hot chocolate to ward off the cold!"

Joyce called from the door, and Eleven followed Max inside. She still held her hand, but something felt different. Max seemed tense and thoughtful, and El wanted to ask her if she had done something wrong, something that upset her, but she knew she would have to wait until they were alone for that.

As they entered, each one hung their coats on a hook. Hopper was in the living room, sitting in his armchair and sipping on a mug of hot chocolate, but Eleven was pretty sure it wasn't just chocolate in there. He smiled at her, and she returned his smile.

Mike, Will, Dustin, and Lucas sprawled out on the carpet, all talking at the same time and gesturing wildly. Jonathan and Steve went to the kitchen to help Joyce bring trays of hot chocolate and cookies, while Nancy, Robin, and Erica settled on a sofa.

Eleven pulled Max by the hand, and they sat on the carpet near where Nancy was. El liked to look at Nancy. She was so different from Mike, with her big, intense, blue eyes, completely different from her brother's dark brown eyes.

"Your snowman looks really nice," Nancy said, pulling Eleven out of her thoughts.

"It's the first time I've made one."

"You've never made a snowman before?" Robin's eyes widened, and she grumbled when Nancy nudged her.

"She lived in a lab, dingus. I doubt that old man made snowmen there."

Max's protective tone made Eleven smile involuntarily, and she noticed Nancy and Robin exchanging a look, like the ones she and Max exchanged sometimes, but at the same time, it was different.

"But now you're here, and you'll build many snowmen from now on," Nancy said gently.

"Yes," Eleven smiled. "And I can also go to the arcade, and to the movies, and I learned how to ride a bike. Hopper even gave me one!"

"The next step is learning to skateboard," Robin said, wiggling her eyebrows.

"I prefer to watch Max do that. She's really good at it."

"And to think that when you two first met, you looked like you were going to rip Max's head off," Steve said playfully, coming with a tray of cookies for the girls.

"Things changed. Now I don't want to knock her off the skateboard anymore."

"Wait, you were the one who knocked me off the skateboard that day at the schoolyard?" Max's eyes widened comically, her mouth open in disbelief.

"Maybe." Eleven bit her lip, trying to hold back a smile.

"Oh, you're so in trouble for that." Max said, narrowing her eyes and pushing Eleven, falling on top of her again.

Eleven gasped and burst into laughter when Max started tickling her. When Jonathan approached with the tray of hot chocolates, Max stopped tickling Eleven and helped her sit up, and although that had been a normal moment between them - Max often tickled her - while sitting, Eleven noticed that Max was still avoiding her gaze a little.

Eleven tried not to care about it and not to dwell on it at that moment. Later, she would ask Max, and whatever it was, they would figure it out together. She accepted the mug of chocolate that Jonathan handed her and focused on eating some cookies.

After eating and drinking, everyone settled in the living room to watch a movie, and it took longer debating which movie to watch than to actually watch it.

After the movie ended, Joyce went to the kitchen to check on dinner while Hopper, Jonathan, and Steve set the table. Will, Mike, Lucas, and Dustin took charge of tidying up the living room, while Nancy, Robin, Max, Erica, and El helped bring dishes from the kitchen to the dining room.

El had just placed a plate on the table and was heading back to the kitchen when she nearly bumped into Max.

"Sorry, I was distracted," Eleven said, still standing in front of Max.

"Oh, oh!" Robin's voice made El shift her gaze from Max to her. "Mistletoe!"

"What?"

El and Max asked simultaneously, but Eleven could sense a nervousness in Max's voice that rarely made an appearance. She looked at her friend and saw that she was as white as the sheet she once used for a Halloween costume.

"Mistletoe. You know what that means," Robin wiggled her eyebrows, but despite the gesture, there was no malicious intent in her.

"No, she doesn't!"

Max shot a furious look at Robin. Eleven knew she had a lot to catch up on, but she didn't understand why Max seemed so upset. Max blushed, turning as red as a ripe tomato, and El, oblivious to social implications, was genuinely confused.

"What's the mis... mistle-"

"Mistletoe," Steve said, appearing beside her.

"Yeah, what about it?"

"It's just a silly tradition," Max quickly said.

"What tradition?" Eleven asked, ignoring Max's eye roll. She knew Max did that when she was annoyed or upset, and she knew it wasn't anything personal against her.

"According to tradition, when two people find themselves under the mistletoe, they should-" Steve gestured vaguely.

"I don't understand."

"Oh, for God's sake." Max huffed, annoyed, even redder than before. "According to tradition, when two people meet under the mistletoe, they're supposed to kiss."

"Oh." El's eyes widened, still innocent, and she looked at Max. "Oh! Do you want to... kiss?" she asked.

Max hesitated, her eyes shifting between El and the mistletoe. She managed a small, uneasy smile. "We don't have to, El. It's just a silly tradition."

"Ah." Eleven didn't know why, but the fact that Max seemed uncomfortable with the idea of kissing her made her feel sad.

Max took a deep breath, seeming to notice El's unease. "I mean, we can if you want, but it's not a big deal." She nervously chuckled, looking at Steve and Robin, who tried to contain their amusement.

She couldn't understand why Max seemed so bothered by this seemingly harmless tradition, but the subtle uncertainty in Max's eyes caught her attention. "If it's just a tradition, why not do it? Traditions are supposed to be fun, right?"

"Yeah, you're right. It's just a silly tradition." She then turned her attention to the mistletoe. "Okay, let's do it."

El tilted her head, still unsure. She didn't want to upset her best friend.

Max leaned in, giving El a gentle kiss on the cheek. The room fell silent for a moment, and El touched her cheek, feeling the warmth there.

"Oh, come on!" Robin grumbled.

Max rolled her eyes again, her cheeks even redder than before. "Fine, you want a real kiss?"

She turned to El, who nodded, now understanding the situation a bit better.

Eleven watched as Max leaned in slowly, her eyes locked on El’s. As their lips met, El's eyes fluttered closed as the new sensations swirled within her.

The room faded away, leaving only the warmth of Max's lips against hers. The kiss was sweet and innocent, yet filled with unspoken emotions. El found herself enjoying the sensation, and a small smile played on her lips. Max's kiss was gentle yet firm, so different from Mike's sloppy ones.

Before she could fully process what was happening, Max had pulled away again, and El immediately missed their closeness. Although she still didn't understand many things, that kiss made her comprehend a bit the confusing feelings she had been experiencing toward Max for the past few months.

As they pulled away, there was a discreet celebration from Steve and Robin. "It was about time!" Steve smiled, clapping.

She tucked a strand of hair behind El's ear. "Well, that was unexpected."

Max chuckled, her cheeks still very red, and her eyes sparkling in a way Eleven hadn't seen in a long time.

"I liked it. Can we do it again?"

"Sure, El. As many times as you want."

Max was still as red as a tomato, but she didn't seem upset anymore, Eleven noticed. This time it was El who leaned in and pressed her lips softly against Max's. “Okay.”

(let me know if you are interested in reading Max pov as well.)

#elmax #stranger things #max mayfield #eleven hopper #elmax fanfic #elmax fic #christmas fic #elmax first kiss #mad max #max x eleven #stranger things fanfiction #eleven stranger things #max stranger things

[sandyman-on-a-pirateship]

Trying to get germans to watch "sandman" (by neil gaiman) is quite a challenge cause there are already two wildly popular pieces of media with that name or a similar one out here.

The first one is the novel "the sandman" by E.T.A. Hofman, a quite terrifying literary classic from the dark romantic period, which a lot of students were forced to read and analyse at some point in their schooltime.

The other one is a childrens tv show thats been going on for over 60 years starring this dude:

who is basically called "the little sandguy"

So if you tell people that they should watch "sandman" they'll either think you want to subject them to relive the horrors of their schooltime or the horrors of their childhood.

(The little sandguy throws sleepsand into your eyes and makes you sleepy and you have to go to bed after the show. I used to tactically cover my eyes with my hands so the sand wouldn't get into them and i could stay awake longer.)

I've successfully talked a few people into watching the show and they told me quite relieved that it was very different than they expected it to be.

#neil gaiman #the sandman #das sandmännchen #der sandmann #e.t.a. hoffmann #the sandman netflix #dream of the endless #lord morpheus #sandman #germany

[michellemisfit]

Fluffbruary

February 5:   pigeon   |   enthusiasm   |   aquarium

Stabilo Pens, Graphik Fine Liners, & GC Quill Art Marker on Paper (basically I used every shade of grey and black that I own lol)

What are you doing?

I’m feeding the pigeons…

You do that too much you know what you get? Fat pigeons!

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The 30 minute simple sketch notion went out the window hard with this one, but the prompt was pigeon! How could I not?? Thanks @rutherinahobbit for the encouragement <3

Mickey as Dream, with a pigeon on his head, was inspired by The Sandman comic books. Ian as Death, in a vest top, barefoot, and eating an apple, was inspired by The Sandman TV show.

All of the love to Neil Gaiman, Tom Sturridge, and Kirby Howell-Baptiste.

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Hit the Fluffbruary tag to see the other days in the challenge and check out @fluffbruary for MORE FLUFF

This is my RedBubble Shop, for anyone interested.

#fluffbruary 2023 #Gallavich fanart #shameless fanart #the sandman #mys art #Kirby Howell-Baptiste #Tom sturridge #Neil gaiman #dream #fluffbruary

[madebysamael]

It's breakdown time again.

My mental health hasn't been great for a while. Tbh, it started tanking after I worked as a vendor selling my handmade jewelry at pride shows in June.

Which went great!! I had best-selling shows and people were really excited about my art. It was awesome.

And then I had to go back to work.

I work full-time, at a desk job in a corporate office. The company is in an industry often used to represent soulless antagonists in movies. My job itself is a specialized position that requires a lot of mental labor. Finding time and energy to create is a challenge, even in the times where things are balanced.

And lately it's been really tough, because the work that needs doing is what I, a person who suspects myself to be on the autism spectrum somewhere, find hellish: I have to navigate bureaucracy and act as a diplomat. I have to coordinate projects between different people and act as a liaison. Most of my job isn't doing anymore, it's figuring out who I need to reach out to, and when, and how do I phrase this so I don't offend anyone? It's inefficient, circular, and often requires me to dance with office politics.

I'm. So. Exhausted.

So, after dragging myself away from the laptop where I've been sending emails and updating spreadsheets all week, I was so excited, because last weekend, I got to escape to my favorite fantasy world: Good Omens. To a life in color, to an eternity ever after.

You all know what happens.

It opened the floodgates. I started losing focus at work, couldn't remember where we were at on projects, who I was waiting on, who I needed to contact - hell, I couldn't even remember to bring my lunch.

I was thinking about GO, but not about the story itself. Instead, it was about how, best-case scenario, it will be 2+ years before they get their happy ending. About how leaving them in limbo for so long fucking hurts.

About how 2-3 years is a long time. Long enough for Neil, David or Michael to have an accident, an illness. About how it would never be the same if they had to recast, or if someone else wrote. Imagine GO without Michael's microexpressions, without David's face reading like an open book even with glasses on. Without Neil's love for the world he shared with Terry pouring out into every single frame of it.

2-3 years is a long time. Long enough for me to get in a car accident, to develop cancer. I already had a cancer scare in 2022; luckily, I was fine. One of my best friends got lymphoma around my age. She, luckily, is also fine now.

But one of my other best friends, who had a heart attack, just a few years older than me... He's in a wooden box in his wife's living room.

And his 10-year wedding anniversary was on July 27, 2023. The day GOS2 was released.

So here I am. A week later, trying to keep it together and failing, thinking it's just a fucking TV show, it shouldn't matter so much...

But it's never just one thing. Every pain carries the weight of all the pain that came before it. I'm carrying the weight of Karl's death, of Steph's cancer, of the family members I've lost that would take too long to list here, several before even David's age.

And I'm struggling to even draw now. Or make jewelry, or sew. The creative pursuits, the things that are supposed to make the rote office job worth it, the things it supports... I feel no joy for them. Even simple things like screenshot studies are excruciating, taking far too long. My problem-solving skills are completely drained at work, and that makes drawing so much harder.

I see so many others creating beautiful things from the pain and getting well-deserved recognition for it. But the ideas aren't coming for me, and even if they were, where would I find the energy?

I don't know how to dig myself out of this spiral. It's so very tiring, and so very, very lonely.

#venting #personal

[dukeofriven]

Today in The Continuing Adventures of People Saying Fucking Unhinged Shit To Neil Gaiman:

In a post already fetid with fan fiction brain rot, the sentence "Just quick reminder, in case you've forgotten: TV shows are supposed to save us from hurtful reality" is peak "art shouldn't challenge people because they're incapable of surviving it." In case you've forgotten, all I want is pablum, daddy. Only give me my baby pablum so I can smear it on my face and feel good wallowing in my watery gruel. The counter-argument to the idea of 'escapist' fiction is that 'escapist fiction' got us into this mess. We've spent the last half century burrowing into a murk of safe, bland, un-challenging comfort entertainment and while the world got worse and worse on our watch we burrowed deeper, which is how you get a group of people angry at the writer's strike because they use television shows for their 'mental health' and, thus, labour standing up for itself is well actually abelist neurotypical oppression of the neurodivergent. There's plenty of way to critique negative storytelling, discomforting plot twists, or needless narrative tragedy—the decade+ since Game of Thrones has made us endure a glut of edgy bloodsoaked snore-fests—but 'comfort fic is the only valid expression of television as a medium' is fucking unhinged.

...

.. For Christ's sake, I don't even like Good Omens...

#good omens #neil gaiman

[chellyfishing]

i’m trying to finish one last book before my year-end book post goes up so i’m gonna talk about games and tv first. not too many of either to talk about this year tbh but i apparently still have so many words.

no movies post bc i don’t log my films anywhere and i simply cannot remember what i watched. maybe i should make 2024 the year of using letterboxed. not enough to talk about with new music either. 2024 can also be the year of getting back into music.

games: i actually haven’t played much ffxiv this year. well in the first half i sorta did but i have barely touched it since like. august. except to keep my houses from getting demolished. i did finally finish myths of the realm last week, since they wrote that entire storyline for me specifically. i need the minion so bad yoship help.

in march capcom gave me a birthday prezzie with the release of the resident evil 4 remake which i’d had preordered since last year (the only games i’ll preorder and pay full price for are resis and ffxiv expansions). i don’t need to explain this to you. it’s incredibly good, the best of the extremely good remakes so far i think. i haven’t played the dlc yet but i’m excited to think there is more of this game i still have to play. btw ashley defense squad. i’ll brook no ashley slander in my house.

i can’t remember exactly when but i think it was some time in the summer that i finally, finally finished breath of the wild! i’m so behind the curve on this one, but i did at least get to start tears of the kingdom in the same year as everyone else. umm, i have to admit i remain ambivalent to this approach to zelda. i have to challenge myself to figure out how much of that is because iT’s DiFfErEnT but genuinely i think the things i dislike about it, i would still dislike even if i had nothing to compare it against. i really wish i thought it was the best zelda ever like so many do but i guess i just struggle to find a flow state with either of them which is why it’s taking me so fucking long to finish them lmao. still obviously extremely good and beautiful! like still head and shoulders above most games, easily, a good time overall!! (wish nintendo wasn’t the way that it is.)

i should mention that one day in july i fucked around in catlateral damage while streaming for bella. this is a very basic game, literally you are just a cat’s paw knocking things over, but man when you just need a brain-free giggle? it did its job.

also in july i played the sequel to oxenfree, which is a game that i love. this game didn’t click with me quite as much, i haven’t revisited it since i finished it, but there are probably also other reasons i shan’t get into that aren’t the game’s fault. idk i feel a bit unqualified to give a final verdict without playing it to completion but i guess the fact that i’ve had it for months and not bothered to do that yet is a kind of verdict in itself since with oxenfree i went straight back in till i got that final ending and platinum trophy.

for basically all of autumn i of course played baldur’s gate 3. i’m very sad that my extreme anhedonia has hit before i could play the new epilogue. i tried to load up one of my finished games but i ran into a problem because the only way to back up your saves is in the cloud so you can’t shuffle files around or make copies, only overwrite, and don’t get me STARTED again or i’ll start spitting i’m so SICK of PROFIT PROFIT PROFIT AAAAAHH. anyway it’s a pretty good game. i won’t be surprised or mad if neil wins the bafta but it really really should be samantha please if there’s justice in this world.

tv: season 3 of only murders in the building. umm, idk. it’s not a revolutionary show but it’s comforting, it doesn’t feel stale yet, and there’s just a lot of talent at work here. just fun to watch.

i watched almost all of neon genesis evangelion but couldn’t finish it because i decided to have an (unrelated) emotional breakdown instead. i’ll finish it eventually if for no other reason than i owe it to phil. shinji is baby.

finally got to the first season of our flag means death. just a delight. i love fun pirate adventures and i love the queers. unfortunately watched it right before the second season released and haven’t gotten to that yet.

did watch the second season of good omens though. i think they made the right choice to scale it back because honestly once you’ve averted the apocalypse trying to outdo yourself becomes a fool’s errand. also, jon hamm’s butt what who said that.

that’s it i think. as i said no season 2 of ofmd, not even the new flanagan yet which i had really been looking forward to for a long time. i dunno ya girl is struggling to find any pleasure in life atm.

#thought this post was gonna be short #but then remembered like two more games #and i watched way more tv than i thought #wish i could tell you about the movies but i really cannot. remember.

[bunsofhoney]

🦋☁️🌷🌾

🦋 tell us about your current wip

Oh no I have to pick just one? 😩 I'm working on an Assassin!Peter story where Wade gets bamfed to a different universe and meets a deranged assassin Spider-Man. It's kinda just smutty violence 🥰 I've been picking out some fun villains, like The Vulture. Also including some lovely nc/cnc. I have lots of time to think but little time to write right now (I have a newborn) so taking the wips slow and steady.

☁️ wip you want to write but haven't started yet

I have a story in my head...not sure yet if it's Spideypool or OC. Like it could easily be Spideypool but the challenge of writing oc is alluring. Anyway it's a southern Gothic story about an abandoned church in a swamp, where a Cthulhu cult meets. There's a murder tied up with a political corruption scandal, and the main villain would be some sort of Eldritch horror masquerading as a politician. Characters include a wet-behind-the-ears sheriff deputy, a big-city detective, and a reporter. I haven't pinned the time period yet, it would be fun in the 30s, 50s or 70s, lol. Probably what I need to do is start researching locations and then the time period will fall in place around historical events that happened there. I love the process of discovery in writing historical fiction.

🌷 writing achievement you want to brag about

I guess 200,000 words published is an achievement? Or possibly just a sign of insanity, lol. Idk, Spideypool is the first fandom I've written for and I didn't even write much fiction before this. So I guess I'm proud of how much my writing has improved over the last year. I'm trying to publish a 50k word WIP that I started last summer and I'm so tempted to completely rewrite the early scenes because I think they suck now. 😆😩

🌾 book you would / have writ(t)e(n) fanfic for

I would love to write more in the Sandman universe. It's so well developed but we don't have a lot of stories about it. Like Despair, what's her story? Delirium? Neil Gaiman does a great job of crafting a beautiful landscape and then giving you a little window into what's happening there and making you want more. I haven't read much Sandman fanfiction, I bet it mostly works from the TV show and not the books.

#ask game #writing thoughts #fanfic writing

[denimbex1986]

'***** 5/5

It began with an historical bang and ended with a heartbreaking posthumous appearance. In between, Doctor Who (BBC One) delivered a blockbusting adventure. Writer Russell T Davies warned that Wild Blue Yonder was “weird”. Leading man David Tennant said it was “shocking… unlike any episode ever”. They weren’t wrong. This was a deeply creepy, dazzlingly creative hour of teatime TV.

A witty prologue saw the Tardis crash-land in an apple tree, circa 1666. A certain physicist happened to be sitting beneath it. The Doctor greeted him as “Sir Isaac Newton” before correcting himself and losing the honorific. The colour-blind casting of Nathaniel Curtis, the half-Indian actor best known for starring in Davies’s It’s a Sin, could rattle a few cages. The Doctor (Tennant) and Donna (Catherine Tate) were far more concerned with the fact that the influential polymath was “hot”. They left him with the made-up word “mavity” as a parting gift. He’ll get there eventually.

The main meat of the story took place on a seemingly empty spaceship at the edge of the universe. Except this is sci-fi, where spaceships are rarely really empty. Lying in wait was “something so bad that the Tardis ran away”: two shape-shifting, war-mongering lifeforms which morphed into doppelgängers of the Doctor and Donna, planning to steal the Tardis and wreak intergalactic havoc. Like Newton said: “Odd bodkins! What the devil?”

As their physical forms settled, they sprouted long arms, slack jaws and vampiric teeth. They ran on all fours, grew to outlandish size, got stuck in corridors and melted into puddles. Unsettling and strange, they referenced horror films from Invasion of The Body Snatchers to Jordan Peele’s Us.

The design team faced a challenge bringing to life what Davies had written on the page. They rose to it. The show’s new distribution deal with Disney brings a boosted budget, which was visible in the fully realised spacecraft and Hollywood-worthy visual effects. These were supplemented by fine physical acting by Tennant and Tate, playing their own doubles in eerie style.

When they finally returned to Earth, they were greeted by Wilfred Mott (the late Bernard Cribbins), now wheelchair-bound but still a doughty warrior. Cribbins filmed scenes last year before his death. The Doctor spoke for us all when he beamed: “Now nothing is wrong. Nothing in the whole wide world. Hello, my old soldier.”

For all the hype-building talk of shocking weirdness, this was Doctor Who boiled down to its essence. The Time Lord and his loyal companion, landing somewhere mysterious, finding themselves in trouble. No big cast nor political preaching. Just a rollicking yarn in a confined setting with scary monsters. A back-to-basics “base under siege” adventure with a whopping twist.

Tennant was funny and fizzingly charismatic, revelling in his chemistry with Tate. There was warm bickering, clever wordplay and dark hints of the Doctor being haunted by his origins. Their reunited double act feels nostalgic yet thrillingly new – perfect for marking the show’s 60th anniversary, before launching its new era.

We now await next Saturday’s climactic special The Giggle, which marks the return of classic villain The Toymaker (now played by Neil Patrick Harris) – and presumably ends with Tennant’s regeneration into the 15th Doctor (long-term replacement Ncuti Gatwa). In just two episodes, Davies has restored our faith in family-friendly sci-fi. This was a jaw-dropping, joyous injection of sheer Saturday night magic.'

#Doctor Who #60th Anniversary #The Toymaker #The Giggle #Neil Patrick Harris #Ncuti Gatwa #David Tennant #Catherine Tate #Donna Noble #Wilfred Mott #Bernard Cribbins #Wild Blue Yonder #Russell T. Davies #Nathaniel Curtis #It's A Sin #Sir Issac Newton

[meadow-dusk]

Challenge: Tag a couple of your mutuals on this ask and give them a compliment. Go ahead, brighten their day. 🌟

this is such a cute ask, thanks anon!! I'm gonna do ten and try my best here.

(the number of things I wrote about you is just a function of how well I know you but I am so grateful for each of you!! 💕)

@ratherbewithmydog

SISTER ^ that's always to the tune of "Sisters" from White Christmas in my head, obviously (or maybe it's Gabriella and Taylor comparing their nail beds in HSM...🤔)

getting married this month!! everyone say congratulations!!!! 🎉

awesome supporter. texts me encouragement in the middle of long runs

joined Buffalo Springfield Friday wholeheartedly after I introduced them to her on a beach day ("Stills sun, Richie rising")

most varied music taste of anyone I know and good taste in TV shows too, esp smart comedies

#1 confidante forever and ever amen

@chrysochromulina

the first person ever to dm me here (it was about my tags on her amazing gifs of Crosby & Nash singing Long Time Gone)

I still remember being really excited someone reached out directly to me. thank you for that 😊

absolute sweetheart and she has proven it through and through

super smart scientist out there making a difference in the way we treat the environment

top 0.005% of David Crosby listeners (Spotify wrapped 2021)

@kingon33

I have to talk to her everyday or something isn't right

called me out for saying "pizza is just a canvas" on which many potential variations can exist.

don't say that to an Italian ^

literally inspired me to share my thoughts on music using tumblr because of how she does so openly and skillfully!

fierce advocate for underappreciated artists. especially the ones she loves most.

country music expert with a beautiful voice

@freshwatercatfishjpegimage

incredibly kind thoughtful and supportive no. matter. what.

seriously such a good friend.

I can go to him at any hour of the day/night with an obscure Neil-related comment and he will understand me completely, and vice versa honestly

extensive knowledge of animal facts

extensive knowledge of the Buffalo Springfield

extensive repertoire of memes that always suit the conversation

keeps me in the loop on Gen Z language (I had no idea what "pog" was, dude.)

@itbe1964

so open and loving!!

tells it like it is

hard-working. back at it getting a degree now

honestly THE Stills girl™️. She just is. We should double-date sometime 😂

or at least those CSNY ice cream pajama parties she's always talking about...

I'm forever mad at Tumblr for not letting me talk to her normally. I will be so thrilled if it gets fixed.

@vintagesoul1975

amazingly hilarious

unapologetically awesome

classy and respectful

I always love when she tags me on things !!

Bee Gees superfan in my mind. You're who I think of when they come on now

@satyraspenser

purest love for David Crosby I have ever seen!

really knows her stuff.

look. there can be multiple David girls. It's what he would want.

sweetest commentary and tags

your story about Farm Aid like literally made me cry one day

@moptopper

fellow Laurel Canyonite at heart

really supportive and sweet. always willing to listen. I felt comfortable sharing with her almost right away

also a David girl. You guys go hard, you know that?

very smart and very well-spoken

@fancycolours

as of today, the birthday girl!! HBD Lexie 🥳

I can't hear Chicago anymore and not think of her!! she's the queen

ps okay I heard "Lost in the Woods" from Frozen II and it sounds like a Chicago homage to me. Do you agree???

so giving and kind!

always sends asks (and occasionally images of Neil 👀) my way

@suitejudyblueeyes

insanely creative.

like, inspirationally so. her gifsets and photosets made me want to step it up

so much love for her faves

uses the cutest tags! sometimes I'm just like yeah, you know what you're right, they ARE "soft" 🥺

I heard two Steve Winwood songs in a row today and thought of you immediately.

hope all you guys have an awesome day/night/weekend thanks for being in my life

#asks #YAY #mutuals