old tervo sketches i never posted sorry i was like feverishly pacing around all day
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Rooney Shepard (They/Them): RELIC AU
There are stranger things I've learned on the outside
Separated by an open door
I find it hard to reach the end of my timeline
Salivating 'cause I wanted more
Is this the end or is this the beginning?
-Too Close/Too Late by Spiritbox
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I love that Harry's all: shaking his ass, losing his shit to songs like medicine, the thing he does during 'getting yourself wet for me', gets down on his knees, lil half dorky half sexy dances, very overt in his (stage) actions
And Louis is more: powerful strutting, quick sultry looks, wide stances, magnetic eyes, calculated but sharp movements, alluring electric stage presence
And I think of how much they embody the rose and dagger energy in so many ways. And I scream.
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Characters with voice effects >>>>>>
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aww, man, i'm hella bummed over the news of ofmd.
i wasn't even jonesing that hard for s3 — like i'd of course watch it when it came out, but s2 reiterated and reenforced for me why i'll always choose fandom and fanworks over canon — but i feel gutted for the writers and actors. i feel grieved and jaded. and i feel aggravated that it is a familiar, well-worn groove of jaded grief over how queer stories and stories centred on non-white cis characters with diverse casts don't get their chance to flourish and grow. they don't feed the capitalist beast, even though they absolutely fckin do you're just dumb media executives. those stories are not as easy to market; not the sure, quick buck. not the stories for 18 – 25 year old straight white boys you can peddle to advertisers and that look good in quarterly-projection presentations.
i'm sad because the cast really seemed to get on. really seemed to have one of those rare mixes of chemistry and off-screen friendship. and i want to see them hang out and be creative together and fall further in love with now they portray found family on screen with so much ease and sincerity and full of genuine joy.
i'll miss them. i'll miss watching them play their characters. they seem to love them as much as and for the same reasons that we love those characters.
and to a lesser extent i'm a little disappointed to never find out what the plan would've been for s3, where djenks originally had the characters end up, how and if the creative decisions in s2 would've been addressed. fandom will of course find answers to this, and i know i'll probably think those stories are better if i could compare because i always do, but there's still a part of me that wants to know what djenks and the writing team and the cast would've done.
that all said, a part of me finds it extremely awkwardly morbidly hilarious that the s2 ending is now the official end. the ending that i can only read as a fascinating-yet-distressing lovecraftian horror story waiting to happen. like, not great as a final note due to how much it upset and divided the fandom. i wish it had been an ending that sparked opportunities for community-building and excitement and creativity that comes from a place of wanting more rather than feelings of betrayal or discomfort or creativity that comes from the need to process or to fix or to ignore.
but also as someone who enjoys absurdist dark humour, it's kind of perfect to me. the ending is an amazing (accidental) representation of schrödinger's cat of a conclusion. and i love it.
like, you can read the ending as happy. the main couple is together; the crew has their freedom and found family and can continue a life of adventure without the drama ed or stede can cause. izzy… whatever, i guess. whatever people who are cool with izzy's fate wanted for him.
or you can read the ending as, like: stede, run! you just shacked up with a known mentally and emotionally unstable guy who just very traumatically (and violently) ended a longterm codependent relationship. with the fresh grave of your boyfriend's ex right out front. because both of them are dudes that literally hoard each other's corpses because the codependence and obsessive possession just runs that deep. and you made these life choices while on an isolated spit of land with no one else around but the sea and a rundown shack whose aesthetics are straight out of a horror film. and that's implied to smell like death in one of your last lines of dialogue ever. nothing good will come of this, my guy.
if you know me, you know which reading i'm taking and running with.
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(@queen--kenobi) 👀 Abrogon sea/sea side
"No!" Abby screamed, her legs kicking and her hands scrabbling against his lower back. Aegon had her thrown over his shoulder, a strong arm banded across her thighs. He laughed at her protests, smacking the curve of her ass playfully as he marched towards the foaming shore of the island. Sunfyre was off a distance away, sunning himself languidly.
"I thought you said you wanted to swim?" He asked her innocently, sloshing his way into the waves licking against the sandy shore. His laughter cut abruptly in a yell as a larger wave broke over them, sending them both crashing into the water.
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One MidgeLenny x TSwift Fic Per Day
30. Stay Beautiful
Midge watches him from across the room.
It’s not the first time she’s thought about what it would be like to just walk up and kiss the great Lenny Bruce. To know how he would feel against her, what his hair would feel like twisted in her fingers, how his lips would feel as they moved against her own.
She loves their friendship - how odd to think that now she’s friends with the man who, in a roundabout way, inspired her foray into comedy? But sometimes, when she’s at one of his shows, she wonders...
She watches as the redhead at the bar giggles and drops a hand on his arm, and she feels an annoyingly familiar pang of jealousy knowing that she’ll never be so bold.
She was once. On a high after a spectacular comeback, she’d jumped into his arms. For all of two seconds she’d felt his arms wrapped around her.
She wonders if that’s all she’ll ever have from him.
She sips her martini, watching as he dips his head a little with what she’s come to recognize as a self-deprecating laugh, and she wonders if he knows how beautiful he is. Dark and brooding and mysterious (does she really know anything about him?) and beautiful.
And then he spots her. Their eyes meet, and her breath catches when his eyes light up at the sight of her.
He surprises her by excusing himself from the conversation with the gorgeous, tall redhead he’d just been flirting with. His companion looks equally stunned and fixes her with a mildly dirty look before tossing her hair and moving on.
Lenny doesn’t notice. Just keeps his dark gaze fixed on her as he approaches the table. Midge looks up at him and smiles. “Did I know you were coming?” He asks.
“Those carrier pigeons just aren’t as reliable as they used to be.”
“Still more reliable than the United States Post Office,” he counters.
“If only you had a telephone, I could call. Save us the element of surprise.”
He smirks and pulls out the empty chair at her table. “But I do so enjoy your sneak attacks,” he says, taking a drag from his cigarette as he considers her. “I thought you’d be off on tour by now,” he comments.
“We leave tomorrow.”
“And you took time out of your busy schedule of packing everything you own to say bon voyage to little ol’ me? I’m touched,” he teases.
“I heard my parents bailed you out the other day," she replies with an arched brow.
“Ah, so you’ve come to collect on behalf of your family,” he deduces, a twinkle in his eye as he leans forward and rests his elbows on the table, gesturing with his cigarette. “I hate to disappoint you, but I am currently very low on cash,” he explains.
Then his free hand lowers, his fingertips trailing over her forearm slowly, gently, and she barely resists the urge to gasp at the touch. Apparently she fails to hide her surprise because that smirk has found his lips again as he says, “Any chance you’d take some other form of payment?” He breathes.
She watches his fingers trail along her arm for a moment before meeting his gaze, as dark as she’s ever seen it, and she smiles. “I think I could be persuaded.”
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I think we were burning
stars you and I…
lovers that were always
meant to find each other
no matter how many times
the world came between us
we kept finding
our way back
a cosmic pull
of the universe and just
like shooting stardust
we will continue to melt
and crash into each other
until the end of time.
-N.R. Hart, Burning stars
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thinking about the last l&o eps and tbh i don’t like how noah and elliot were introduced. i wasn’t really vibing with it when all the bts stuff was happening because something just seemed off & after watching the Mother’s Day scene i think i’ve realised what. aside from noah already knowing who he is (liv…. Girl….) i think they fucked it up. like it’s another example of (a) inconsistent characterisation across shows but also (b) writing from someone who clearly does not care for elliot or his history with liv or even, at minimum, his influence on olivia as a character in general (one of the many reasons i’m counting down the seconds til we don’t have to deal with warren’s writing. but lol). it has literally been established that olivia sees introducing noah to elliot as this like, definitive thing that’s representative of accepting him back into her life for real. it’s something to demonstrate that she trusts him again & clearly something she wanted to do on her own terms (and elliot knows this! he keeps offering lil family dates and when she says not yet, he listens. he gets it!) and they took that decision away from her by making it an accidental run-in, which takes away a lot of the weight the moment is meant to have. like idk it’s just left a bad taste in my mouth lmao
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charles+hawkeye, charles+margaret
I combined your first request with some others, but thank you for the additional one!! We love biodiversity <3 Ok so. CharMarg huh.
To get it clearly out of the way: Canon CharMarg Bad. Both because it was just atrociously quarter-assedly attempted in one of the most pathetic pseudo-storylines ever scraped together, an embarrassment to put into such an otherwise quality show, and more importantly because any attempt to make these two get together in canon would always be bad no matter what, because Ms. Swit and Mr. Stiers did not want to do that and if anyone tried to make either of them do something they didn't want I would kill that person and then myself.
But there is one thing worse than canon CharMarg. And that is fanon CharMarg. Because obviously basically nobody actually ships these two, but there are many people, particularly of the mainstream h*wkbeej variety (#notallh*wkbeejers and certainly none who would be in the general vicinity of my blog at this point, I don't think), who like the idea of Charles and Margaret in a lavender marriage.
I love the recent interest in lavender marriages in fandom recently. Now everyone can do the same Pair The Spares maneuver fandom has always done with characters it doesn't care much about, but now they can do it even when the idea of the spares being in love is completely laughable. And it sounds so much cooler, too!
Man I'm sorry I don't know why this irks me so, but alas! It does. The thing is, a lavender marriage would do nothing for either of them anyways, in terms of "playing at doing what society and family want them to do", which is after all the entire purpose of such marriages. Margaret already basically had a test run of marrying into a family like Charles' when she tried it with Penobscott and she HATED it and they basically rejected her for not being the perfect Aryan race anyways. And that's beside the fact that what Charles' family want from him more than anything is children, and Margaret is at the very LEAST extremely on the fence about having kids. So she'd be as miserable as ever, obviously. And with all this, it's fair to say that the Winchesters would be hardly any more satisfied with CharMarg than they would be with Charles just staying a bachelor, so what the hell would he be in it for either???
So it's a no for me on that. So why did I put down that it's "better in fanfic"? Well now we must discuss not canon CharMarg, not fanon CharMarg, but a secret third thing. Hypothetical CharMarg. Essence of CharMarg if you will. The CharMarg that exists only in slight little glimpses in scenes where I'm like you know what? If they hadn't forced it, if they hadn't tried so hard and so badly, if they'd done nothing at all, if they'd just given us all these quiet little moments of friendship and kindness and smiles and affection and never implied anything else and then I’d seen that last scene with the book.......... I’d have been like yeah. I see that.
And then the fandom could have done Pair The Spares normally, without pretense. And the thing is, I actually always loved fandom pairing the spares, putting every set of characters in groups of two (or three or four, if we really wanted to have some fun and get silly with it) and never leaving anybody behind, making sure nobody was alone. Even if they didn’t care about the spares much, really. It was always hell on fans of those less popular characters, of course (been there!), but it seemed to come from a place of awkward, fumbling love. Nobody gets left behind.
(Aromanticism?? Characters not needing a relationship to be fulfilled?? What’s that lol this is 2014 era Tumblr. Romance shipping LOCKDOWN.)
But of course they did force it and they did ruin it and now it’s hard to even write CharMarg as friends, sometimes, trying to parse out what their friendship is really like when they’re allowed to be people instead of two barbie dolls smashed together.
They’re still great together though. It is great whenever they’re on screen hanging out together and being narrative mirrors and trying to figure out how to have a friend for the first time in their lives. God I wish they’d gotten to talk about their fathers together, about expectations and never being good enough and having to keep themselves apart from everyone else and repressed anger and repressed love and repressed loneliness. I wish everyone would stop smashing them together like two barbie dolls and just let them be great together.
In conclusion society would be fixed if Loretta Swit and David Ogden Stiers got everything they wanted forever
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“What are you doing?” he begged again. She looked over at him, between messy strands of golden hair. A hard smile played at her mouth, the kind he’d only ever seen her give to him a very long time ago. When she had trusted him. “Sometimes to find the light,” she said, her words filled with the echo of bitter laughter, “we must first touch the darkness.” He threw his head back. “You reckless, senseless elf. There is no light where I am going. The only thing you’ll find in the Void is pain, and emptiness like you’ve never known.”
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"The Lord of the Rings, who had been so many things and had so many names he barely knew what he was anymore, gripped her hand tighter. Whatever he was, he was hers to command, if she would finally accept it.
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“I told you. Ours was no chance meeting. Not fate, nor destiny. Ours was the work of something greater. I just did not know what, or why, at the time.” He huffed a laugh. “Leave it to you, Galadriel, to convince yourself that you were always right in the end.” “That’s only because it turned out to be true.” He chuckled and nodded. “I suppose we shall see.” He shut his eyes. The darkness had almost consumed them now. “Do you think it will hurt? To be ensnared in darkness.” She took a deep breath. “No. It is only loneliness. You and I have been lonely many times. And this will not be one of them. It will be like… sinking in the sea.” “I never meant to let you sink. You are light, Galadriel,” he said softly, honestly. “You don’t belong relegated to the Void, forgotten in the depths.” “Then make sure I am not,” was the last thing she said, before the darkness took her mouth, and she was rendered silent for the next eternity. “I will,” he whispered. And the Void took him, as well.
This fanfiction is everything❤️❤️❤️😭😭😭
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my posts about liking reylo i make every few months genuinely work and i’m so glad bc every time i make them i’m afraid someone’s gonna come out of the wordwork and be an ass about our differing ship tastes and then i’ll have to flip a coin to see if i wanna explain why i want reylo and finnpoe rather than finnrey.
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