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laura1633 · 1 month

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Your Charles in Max's lap is so cuteeeeee! 🥹 sometimes I can't help thinking that Jimmy and Sassy might think Charles is their fellow feline because all of them have brown fluffy hair/fur and green eyes but idk whether Jimmy and Sassy will love or hate Charles. Love him because he's our fellows! Or hate him because why daddy let that big kitty sleeps on his bed and eats human food! Or even pity him because why daddy makes Charlie whine and scream so much ;(

Since Charles just wanna be in Max's lap as much as his cats, I'd love to read Charles with cat ear headband that makes Max thinks that, for the first time in his life, he wanna fuck a kitty. His kitty. If you're okay with that ofc 🥹

Ahhh anon I am so sorry for the delay in responding but I hope you see this because this made me laugh and smile like crazy - I think I read the line ‘why daddy makes Charlie whine and scream so much’ like a million times!!’ honestly it was the highlight of my whole week!

To be honest I wasn’t sure how to write this one at all but I have given it a go because your message made me smile so much. It's only short but drabble below

“What are you wearing?” Max studies Charles curiously.

“You don’t like them?” Charles grins and re-adjusts the little kitten ear headband he picked up at the store. It really was too cute to leave behind especially because Max is always calling him his third kitty. Charles didn’t understand the comparison at first but the more time he spends in Max’s apartment the more he realises that there are some striking similarities between himself and the home’s other resident felines. Charles sometimes makes a soft little happy rumbling sound similar to a purr and he is constantly clambering on top of his boyfriend desperate for attention. Plus as much as Charles would like to deny it he does get awfully whiny when he is hungry. He’s come to accept that he is rather cat like, in fact it’s probably the reason Max loves him so much.

“They’re cute” Max laughs, Charles actually looks rather adorable with the tiny little ears perched on top of his fluffy hair and his big beautiful eyes staring excitedly.

The Dutchman watches in fascination as his boyfriend sets the shopping bags down and then gets on to his hands and knees.

“What are you…? “ Max’s words trail off and his brain short circuits momentarily as Charles starts slowly crawling towards him seductively, his movements almost cat-like in their elegance.

“Don’t you want to pet me?” Charles teases as he climbs up on to his boyfriend’s lap and starts head butting and nuzzling against his neck. It’s meant to be a joke except Charles feels Max shift beneath him and realises his boyfriend is getting turned on. The Monegasque flicks out his tongue and laps up Max’s neck before going in with some smaller kitten licks.

“Charles” Max’s breath shudders out of him as he feels a warm tongue behind his ear, “I …”

“You going to make me purr?” Charles coos. For a joke purchase the little headband is working wonders on Max, Charles is half inclined to go back and get the tail to match.

“Baby I …” Max groans as Charles grinds down against him, “You look good”

“You want to play with your kitty?” Charles’ heart pounds against his ribcage as he feels Max getting harder beneath him. The Dutchman is also breathing much heavier now, his ragged inhales and exhales making his chest swell over and over.

“Yes” Max admits as he grips his hands into Charles’ waist. He’s got no idea why it’s turning him on so much but he’s chasing out Charles’ lips and kissing him desperately.

Charles gives him what he wants at first. Kisses him back with just as much enthusiasm but as the Monegasque pulls away and starts to tease Max gets to his feet and hauls Charles up in his arms - it's pretty much what he would do with any misbehaving cat, except he has rather different intentions towards this particularly kitty.

Charles squeals as Max carries him through to the bedroom and places him down on the bed. The Monegasque lifts his hips and lets his boyfriend rip him out of his clothes, everything except for the headband of course.

“You’re so pretty” Max hums as he strokes his hands over Charles’ body and smiles at how cute his boyfriend looks all rosy faced and with two little pointy cat ears. Charles mewls at the touch and pulls Max back down over him, this time nipping and nosing up his boyfriend’s neck as he gets impatient for more.

Max laughs against him but gives up control almost instantly and starts to open Charles up, pressing his fingers into his boyfriend until he is stretched out nicely. It doesn’t really take too long, it’s offseason so they’ve been pretty much at it all hours of they day. Charles finds it a lot more fun to bottom when he knows he hasn’t got to jump straight in an F1 car afterwards.

“Please - “ the Monegasque keens and starts pawing at his boyfriend once he’s ready, his little grabby hands reaching out over and over and trying to divert attention to where he wants it next.

“My pretty little kitty” Max hums as he leans in and peppers Charles’ jaw with kisses. The Monegasque spreads his legs wide so Max can line up easily but as Max pushes in Charles hisses loudly.

The initial stretch is worth it though and Charles’ hissing soon melts into happy little whimpers and whines as Max starts fucking him. It’s slow at first, gentle, almost reverent. Max’s hands skate over Charles’ body and stroke through his hair.

As Charles gets more desperate he starts arching his back and scratching down his boyfriend’s body, his nails leaving red marks against the skin. Max seems to get the hint though, the Dutchman doing exactly as told and picking up the pace until they are both moaning against each other.

Max mouths at Charles’ neck and thrusts deep inside him as he comes, the Dutchman groaning loudly and desperately reaching out to stroke Charles to orgasm second later.

“Fuck, that was…” Max eases himself of out Charles and drops down on to the bed next to him, “Different. That was different”

Charles can’t help but giggle, he thought his latest purchase would get him a round of laughter not Max heatedly ripping his clothes off of him. The Monegasque keeps his little ears on as he does the other very cat like thing he likes to do and curls his body around his boyfriend so they can take a little cat nap together.

#lestappen fanfiction #anon asks #Lestappen

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midnightinwales · 2 months

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@grapesnolives thank you for the link, I'll check it out during the weekend. I agree that their experimentation is always beautiful and fascinating to hear. They had singular sensitivity to the emotion – sound axis. And you can never be bored with it.

I've moved us to a new post, since our conversation is veering off the topic of the original post and I think we've hijacked enough of that already ;)

Unfortunately, I don't have the source for that quote about Robert, as I have been consuming a lot (and I mean A LOT) about LZ in the past few months, but in quite a chaotic manner and I haven't been taking notes. But If I come across it again, I'll send it to you. I was also surprised by it, but I guess it makes sense, since it was originally Jimmy's band and I believe that as time went by and Jimmy was losing his grip on reality more and more, Robert might have felt constricted a bit or started to develop a need for more independence. Nothing unusual in that, it happens in pretty much any band. He might have also been genuinely annoyed at the endless solos, quite like Bonzo, and JPJ probably too. I mean, to make a six and a half minutes long song into 45 minutes is both amazing and unnecessary lol. And Robert did have a bit of an imposter syndrome, still has, actually. He often spoke about them as 'three musicians and me'. 'I'm just a wedding singer who sang with musicians', and how his elaborate singing style developed as a method to stay in the song, cause the long musical intervals made him feel irrelevant. He definitely wanted to impress Jimmy and there was a lot of reverence for him as the worldly, knowledgeable, experienced musician who created his own band. But that began to disappear when Jimmy got heavily into heroin imo and definitely lost after 1977. Robert's priorities changed. His view of life changed. The love was still there, but Jimmy was no longer someone that Robert had to live up to, so to speak. Now he was someone to protect (and, in a way, someone to mourn). But the initial experiences formed Robert as a singer, set his standards and informed his view of musical expression.

I've also noticed that he makes fun of Bonzo (the diarrhea jokes will live with me forever, thanks Bob :/ ) and JPJ (and himself, occasionally), but not of Jimmy. IMO that's because he and Bonzo were 'bros', mates, and that's typical friendly behaviour in this kind of relation. JPJ was also a guy in the band and concert is entertainment, so it's only fair to make people laugh. It created a sense of dynamics, each band member had his quirks and image to play with. But with Jimmy he is only ever sweet and attentive. Not least because Jimmy Page can't take a joke imo. He's quite fragile and Robert knew it very, very well. But this doesn't read to me as reverential, but rather as caring. He knew not to make Jimmy the centre of attention that he might not see as entirely friendly. And his mysterious image had to be uphold too. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but whenever Robert speaks to Jimmy his tone of voice slightly changes. It becomes softer and warmer. ‘is it alright, love?’ kind of thing. He definitely wanted to be in Jimmy’s good books and for more than one reason.

I’m not surprised you thought they were a duet, seeing the photos. I recall seeing photos of LZ throughout my life and they’ve always been focused on J and R. I didn’t know what the other band members looked like before I started listening to the band. I knew Bonzo’s name because of his tragic death, like I do many other musicians’ who met their ends way too early, and knew that he is recognised as one of the, if not the greatest rock drummer of all times. But that was about it. IMO, he is the greatest of them all and he’s the only one whose drumming makes me genuinely tear up. There is as much emotion in Bonzo’s drumming as there is in Robert’s singing. Astonishing.

If you’re asking how I got into the story of J and R, it was quite simple really. I remembered the photos I’ve mentioned (mostly the WLL mic in the hair singing) which have always looked very suggestive to me and had heard before that part of the magic of LZ was the interplay between the two, and so when I finally got into their music I started doing my research to see if my initial impression was correct. And found plenty of evidence to confirm it, some of it much more straightforward then expected. But if you’re asking how I got into LZ then I’d say it was time for them to come into my life. One night on YT they appeared on my list and the journey began. I knew some of their songs before (STH, WLL, Dazed, a couple of others) and I had quite an emotional experience listening to Stairway as a young teenager, but that was the extent of it. I firmly believe that music comes to us at the right time and there’s no point in forcing it. It will find you if it’s meant to. And it will be a journey you’ll never forget.

Have you always been interested in drumming or is it the first time when it has captured your attention so much? Have you been into LZ for a long time?

#led zeppelin musings

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after-witch · 22 days

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Faland x Specific Character piece snippet

have a sneak peek of a piece I've been working on with Faland from The Warm Hands of Ghosts and a character I can't name because it's a spoiler. Takes places after events of the book.

Major spoilers?? if you haven't read the book or haven't finished it and care about spoilers

snippet below:

"You," he said, leaning forward with fascination so strong, Pim was sure she could smell it on him. "You, my sweet, are not like Private Wilfred Iven. Always trying to hide his most precious memory from me. Ah, what a memory it was. Winter."

The name, spoken by Faland, carried with it a certain bitterness. It reminded Pim, vaguely, of the dirt that always clung to the coats of the men who were brought in from the trenches. Dirt mixed with gunpowder, blood, and rat droppings.

She knew something of that bitterness, too.

"I don't want to hide from you," said Pim. Faland raised his eyebrows, just a little. "I'm not sure I could hide, even if I wanted to. And I'm tired of hiding, really. Tired of being…" Pim wrung her hands together. "Tired of being weak, pretty Penelope Shaw. Good for nothing but making blankets and smiling at generals."

Faland did not say anything for a long moment. He looked at her with something that might have been admiration, once upon a time. "I think," he said softly, "you stopped being weak, pretty Penelope Shaw some time ago. No?" A trace of a gun flash danced in his light eye, even as he kept both of them fixed on her.

Pim swallowed. Her throat was dry, but she didn't want to drink wine tonight. Not Faland's wine, that made your head fuzzy, and made everything so pleasant.

That's what he did, wasn't it? Made so many awful things seem pleasant.

Faland waved his hand dismissively. "Time. Who keeps it, and why? It might be a few days ago, a few weeks ago. Or," he said, with a smile that didn't quite reach the lighter of his eyes, "perhaps when I open the door to the train car, a hundred years will have passed, and you and I will be two fish quite out of water."

"Perhaps," she said, soft but determined, "but that feels so long ago. I can hardly believe I did that." She thought about the way his body slumped over; the way it made her feel. Powerful. Vengeful. Like the angels on that damned battlefield, but she actually got something done. She got revenge for her Jimmy.

#the warm hands of ghosts #katherine arden #I will die for this other character #... I mean I'd die for faland too #but also this other character.

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safflowerseason · 5 months

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how would you rewrite season 2 and onwards of the oc?

hey, thanks so much for this ask! I've gotten a few asks before about what I'd do to change S3, but not S2! It's a fascinating question!

For starters, I think I'd go back and change two intertwined plot developments in late S1 that set up some of the weaker plotlines of S2: Marissa being forced to live with Julie and Caleb flipping Sandy and Jimmy's restaurant. Marissa being blackmailed to live with Julie always infuriates me as a plotline because it totally strips the character of any agency and also it makes no sense legally - children of divorced parents have legal rights over which parent they get to live with, and the whole thing is just transparently a ploy by the writers' to force Marissa into a miserable situation. There are other ways to keep Marissa and Julie in conflict without literally entrapping her - money could still be an issue between them, as well as how much time Marissa chooses to spend with Julie (and Caleb) and Marissa's various relationship dramas, etc.

Also, Jimmy running the Lighthouse as a successful Newport restaurant would actually give the character something to do! He wouldn't be *rich* rich, but he'd have some income and a purpose and it would be an organic way to keep him on the show and have him actually be a parent to Marissa. And you could have all these adult-related plot hijinks around the restaurant...I always thought Tate Donovan and Melinda Clarke had *great* chemistry, so I want to keep Jimmy around so he and Julie can eventually figure things out again...when Caleb inevitably dumps Julie they can be poor together. Maybe the Lighthouse fails in S3 and they all go live in the trailer park together.

I would not make Lindsay Caleb's love child and instead just have her be this normal nerd girl whom Ryan dates. I would also have Marissa and Seth spend more time together before Seth starts hooking up with Alex, and show them actually being friends. As for the Alex/Marissa storyline, I think the build-up is pretty good, but I would have them date for a few more episodes before breaking up, so it wouldn't feel so rushed. And I would make the break-up less about Ryan and more about the fact that Marissa still wants to be a part of Newport society when Alex doesn't.

I think I would still bring Trey back but I might not do the sexual assault plotline, or if I did, I would handle it *much* differently. And I think I would keep Kirsten struggling with alcoholism but would cut the whole Sandy/Rebecca storyline, because that whole drama felt very forced and pointless to me. But I like the idea of Sandy operating his own practice.

Having read the book, I think Schwartz and Savage were right that killing off Caleb left a hole in the show, because he was a great "hinge" character that fit into so many different storylines and contexts...I think I'd find another way to break him up with Julie and try to keep the character around. Although at the same time, if handled correctly (which the show doesn't really), his death does make for a substantive plot development that leaves all the characters reeling. And there are only so many times you can say "Caleb is secretly poor" because the consequences of his financial mismanagement actually catch up to him...so either you kill the character or actually see him lose all his money, but I think the fun part about Caleb is that he's dramatic and rich. Maybe he moves away to expand the business and is bumped down to a guest star for S3.

I imagine all these changes would ripple through S3 but I basically pretend the season doesn't exist so I can't really map it out specifically...obviously I'd dispense with Newport High and Johnny and all that nightmarish contrived drama.

#the oc #the oc season two

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senandikadini · 16 days

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#cw long rant

What fascinates me is that when I read markwardo fanfic and Jesse/Andrew fanfic, the difference between Mark's character to Jesse's character is so opposite of each other. While Eduardo character and Andrew character kinda resemble of each other.

Yet people always dismiss Jesse's acting as "He's just acting as himself."

Well, Mark never stutter when he speaks while Jesse is. And even a bigger contradiction is that very first scene as JDA, he's really selling it as a very confident, charismatic magician.

Like, I just see his newest appearance in Jimmy Fallon yeah, and the comments are like "oh he's just acting as himself", " He looks high", "He needs to cut down on the caffeine." When all he's done is being playful and smiley, like he's actually getting more confident (at least from what I see) yet these people are sosooooooooo annoying, almost rude. He had anxiety and these people making comments about him being 'high'.

You can't tell me that Mark Zuckerberg or JDA (as in his characters not real life person) could come to a late night show and act the same way.

So, anyone who said that they love movies, yet still said shit like this about actors, then you probably not it.

#jesse eisenberg #the social network #now you see me

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sortofanobsession · 5 months

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Put the Playlist on Shuffle and let it fly (Darcy & Loki post Season 2 platonic)

Summary: Darcy gets sent to investigate unusual reading in the middle of nowhere in the US. Loki and Mobius are hunting down a temporal device that could have something to do with He Who Remain's variants. Their paths cross, much to Loki and Darcy's annoyance. Mobius finds it all delightful. Sylvie gets involved.

Loki offers the astrophysicist an olive branch. Darcy makes some new friends.

Platonic Loki & Darcy. Platonic Mobius & Darcy. (because I'm a Lokius fan, there are hints of it here.)

A bit of Darcy/Brad Wolfe at the end.

Utilizes Mayhem by Halestorm.

Previous chapters on AO3

Chapter 11: Mayhem by Halestorm (Darcy & Loki, slight Darcy/Brad Wolfe)

Darcy sits back in her desk chair and looks around. How did her life turn out like this?

Jane is dead. They tell her she is in Valhalla. She's happy Jane is at peace and is sure Frigga and Heimdall keep her company. She hopes that her old boss now spends her hours listening to stories from them and the Warriors three. Honestly, she's a bit jealous. And sad because the odds Darcy would see Valhalla are slim to none. She wouldn't get a warrior's death. Sure, working Shield, Sword, or whatever it is these days might boost her odds, but odds are she'd never see her friend again. And that stung. It didn't help that she rarely saw Monica anymore. Jimmy was busy, and Wanda was gone.

Darcy kind of missed the old days.

Darcy is sent to the middle of nowhere after an “anomalous object” her supervisor had told her. It gave off crazy radiation readings that were more up her line of expertise, and the boss wanted her to look into it. So she went.

I'm so bored with this world that spins around me

Used to make me dizzy

And I'm so tired of these boys that hang around me

Used to drive me crazy

“Shut the front door!”

Loki freezes. He knows that voice. And he had not expected to run in her as Loki and their friends tracked a variant of He Who Remains. They probably should have. She always had just popped up.

Mobius grins. He'd studied Loki’s sacred timeline reels enough to know exactly who that was.

“Hello, Ms. Lewis,” the agent greets.

“That's Dr. Lewis,” Darcy corrects him, and Loki resists the urge to roll their eyes. “But whatever, I’d ask how you know me, but if this one's involved,” she gestures to Loki. “I'm sure that has something to do with it.”

Mobius can't resist, she had always been so feisty in Loki’s timeline. Thor always spoke so highly of her. “What’d you get your doctorate in?”

“Astrophysics,” she answered plainly. She eyes the mustachioed man curiously. “So you know who I am but not what I studied.” She looks at Loki. “And you are suspiciously not dead, again .” She looks between the two. “Why do I get the feeling we are on the same mission here?”

“Mission for who?” Mobius asks, and Loki is just keeping an eye out for their brother. This was going to get unnecessarily complicated now.

“If you are looking for the big guy, you won't find him,” she answers the god’s unasked questions. Mobius isn't even annoyed that she ignores him. This was oddly fascinating.

“Listen, Lewis,” Loki starts.

“Doctor Lewis,” she says. “After all the crap you pulled and I had to help sort out. You will put some respect on my name. Or I will tase you. Or worse…”

“You wouldn't,” Loki glares at her.

“I wonder if Love knows you're here,” Darcy ponders. “She, like, knows everything.”

“We won't be here long enough for her to know,” Loki says, annoyance clear in their tone.

“No, but like, seriously, I’ve been monitoring temporal signatures since I found out about the whole Avengers time-traveling shenanigans, and I shouldn't be surprised you are at the dead center of this. Especially after the Scarlet Witch went off the deep end and chased that portal-making girl across the multiverse. And it's been a real blast since the god butcher.”

“God butcher?” Mobius says with interest. He hadn't exactly studied the timeline past a certain point, and that had been before Loki changed how time existed. “Wait, you know about the multiverse? Hang on a second.”

“What do you live under a rock?” She laughed.

“What is taking you all so…long,” a woman steps through a door that appeared out of nowhere. Mobius and Loki exchange a look. A device in her hand alerts her to changes in the area.

“Oh, that is awesome! That explains those readings. You have to tell me how it works. I swear I won't tell the suits. You owe me.”

“I do not owe you anything,” Loki balks.

“That's it, I’m calling the big guy,” Darcy gets out her phone. But Loki takes it with their seiðr. “Hey! Rude. I know you're basically the god of jerks, but that's not cool.”

“Mobius, we do not have time for this,” the woman says.

“I know B-15,” he says.

“I have a solution,” Loki smirks but she knows that look and kicks the god in the shin.

“No! Bad trickster god,” she scolds them like an errant puppy, and Mobius can't help but laugh. Even Hunter B-15 chuckles.

“I have had enough!” Loki snaps. Before anything else happens, Sylvie strides out of the timedoor and enchants Darcy.

“Will you two hurry up?” Sylvie says. When Sylvie focuses back on the distraction she had enchanted, she gets flashes of what Darcy has gone through. She grits her teeth. And releases her once Mobius and Loki are gone. Darcy looks around. Not happy what just happened to her.

“Did you just hex me? I swear to- Hey, wait! He has my phone.” Darcy groans. She looks at the sorceress in front of her. “You know, if I don't check in with my bosses, they will send someone to find me, and if they find Loki, we are all going to have much bigger problems than me calling Thor.”

“Of course, Thor’s friends work for the government. Why would anything be easy?”

“Easy? Are you kidding me? Dealing with me is easy because I don’t like working for them either. Consider yourself lucky. I should have documented and called this in already. But I’m not. Loki has made my life a disaster since that frost giant jerk followed Thor and his hammer to New Mexico. They scrambled Erik’s brain! Jane is dead, and it's probably that stupid hammer and the Aether’s fault Like the infinity stones ruined everyone's lives, and that idiot is the reason half of them were here! I'm stuck working for these people because of-”

“Got him,” Loki says, holding some glowing device, and that sets off Darcy’s device again. “I knew it! Great, what the hell do I tell my boss now? Why do you always make my life harder? It's bad enough I'm stuck here with no one, but you just get to- fine, whatever. Can I have my phone so I can tell my bosses I failed and can get reamed out so I can get a damn to eat? I’m starving.” She holds her hand out to Loki. Mobius gives her a sad look.

“Do NOT pity me,” she glares at the agent. “You don't even know me. And anything this one says,” gesturing wildly to Loki with the device in her hand. “Is probably BS. So can you get through with ruining my day so I can go back to my miserable life.” Mobius pulls her phone out of Loki’s pocket and hands it to her.

“Sorry about that,” Mobius says.

“Whatever, just go.”

“You won't tell-” Loki starts.

“Okay, first off, who would believe me? Oh, sorry, boss, yeah, Loki and some people just walked out of a door to nowhere. And mind controlled me, took the anomalous object, and bounced. No, sir, please, I don't need a doctor. I swear.” She snarked. “Second, oh sorry Thor, I saw you not-dead dead brother working with some shadow organization, what no sorry he didn't want to see you. I know, pretty messed up, right? We'll see you next time someone we know dies. I mean, statistically, it will be me or Erik. If it's mine, then pour one out for me, man.” She stops and glares at the small group. “Yeah, no thanks. I'm just going to go, maybe eat, and hopefully pass out, and this will all be just another nightmare I have to live with. Worse than the stupid hex. At least then I got to be in the circus.” Everyone just stares at her.

“What? Just go, alright.” Darcy storms off towards her rental car. She resists the urge to smash her head against the steering wheel.

A little mayhem never hurt anyone

When am I gonna get some?

A little bedlam 'til I'm coming undone

Where am I gonna get some?

“You're still thinking about what she said, aren't you,” Mobius says as Loki seemingly attempts to stare a hole in the table they are sitting at. “That wasn't you, that was a other-”

“But it was, well, part of it. Why do you think I recognized her? And she was right. The tesseract and the scepter both contained the stones and those were my doing. Having the tesseract was quite literally my nexus event.”

“But you didn't do anything with the aether. You didn't have a hand in what happened to Dr. Foster. The timeline was the way it was because of He Who Remains. He deemed her suffering to be the sacred path, just like he did the sacred timeline’s version of you. But you changed that. That isn't a guarantee now.”

Loki shakes their head. “She and my brother still bear the losses.”

“Well, you could have let her tell him. Then there would be one less loss.”

“I am not the brother he lost, you know that,” Loki insists.

“Then you aren't the Loki that caused that suffering. And even if you were, you've done more than enough to redeem yourself. So many have a life and free will because of you.”

“Yes, but she doesn't know that,” Loki states.

“That's half the point of a selfless act. You don't get nearly enough recognition you deserve. Would you rather she did?”

“I don't know,” Loki says honestly.

“Talk to Sylvie. She was the one that got in her head,” Mobius finally suggests.

A little mayhem never hurt anyone

How am I gonna get some, get some, get some?

A little bedlam 'til I'm coming undone

How am I gonna get some, get some, get some?

“If you could go anywhere or anytime, where or when would you go?” The man at the bar next to her asks.

“Eww, can you not hit on me in front of my salad?” Darcy says as she takes a bite of her side salad.

“That's not an answer,” the man grins.

“Home,” Darcy answers, so maybe he will leave her alone. “So I can sleep in my own bed.”

“You wouldn't want to change your fate?”

“If fate is real, then I'd like to punch that hussy in the tit,” she says.

“Not even to make your life easier, maybe winning lotto numbers or something?”

Darcy huffs a laugh. “And ruin my taxes, no thanks, I'll pass. It would probably just make my life worse. My friends might be gone, but at least I had real friends.” The guy's eyes flash green as Sylvie walks up and takes the seat the man vacated. “Not a bad way to look at it.”

Darcy groans. “Seriously, can't I just eat my sandwich in peace, just once?”

“You really got under Loki’s skin before,” she says.

“Good,” the astrophysicist says as she takes a long pull of her drink.

“This Loke isn't the THE Loki that did those things in your life,” Sylvie says.

“And I'm not the same person I was in the hex or before the blip, so what?”

“But he merely a variant of him, not him. From a different timeline.”

“Neat story still doesn't change the fact my friends are either dead or permanently traumatized.”

“You are very stubborn,” Sylvie states.

“My quarterly HR review would agree, but where else are they going to find an astrophysicist with decades of hacking experience that has the god of thunder, an FBI agent, and a super-powered Marvel on speed dial? Nowhere. The only other one is dead. So they are stuck with me. They fire me, or I die, and Thor will make their life miserable. So what can they do.”

“But you said you were concerned about returning empty-handed,” Sylvie notes.

“Yeah, because there will be twice as much paperwork and answers I can't give them without the risk of the non-Loki Loki and you guys on the g-man radar. You don't want to be on the g-man’s radar, do you?”

“Of course not.”

“Exactly! I don't even want to be. This job is no fun without Jane.” Darcy throws the fork in her hand back down and pushes the plate away. “Thanks for ruining my appetite.” Darcy throws enough bills on the bar to cover her tab and walks out.

Cruel intentions winds me in a spiral

I'm waiting to unravel

Twisted motives lock me in a circle

I'm dying to untangle

Darcy sits on the hood of her car in the middle of nowhere and stares at the stars.

“If I didn't know any better, I would think you wanted a wayward lunatic to end your life.”

Darcy doesn't even have the energy to groan anymore. She just accepts that this is her life now, as Loki spoke.

“What did I ever do to deserve you and your friend stalking me,” she glares at the god of mischief.

“Just lucky,” they tease.

Darcy gives up and looks at him. Beats another lonely night by herself. “You know your brother misses you, like a lot, right?”

“Oh, I do,” Loki says, tone forlorn, “Believe me, I do.”

“Do you miss him?”

“At times,” the god admits.

“Huh, I actually believe you,” Darcy says, earning a short laugh from the god of lies. They had been honest, after all. She continues, “Why don't you go see him?”

“Because I'm not the brother he lost.”

“Psssh, you say that like he would actually care. I haven't been through the multiverse, but I'm sure there isn't a universe out there where you two are brothers, and he wouldn't love you. That's just Thor.”

Loki considers all the variants they met in the void, all the timelines the god of stories watched over.

“You’re not too far off,” Loki admits as they lean against the vehicle.

“An honest Loki, you really are an odd one,” Darcy grins. “He'd probably love you even more than he already does.”

And Loki can feel another layer of ice around their heart crack and fall away.

“What if I told you there was a way for you to use those skills of yours that didn’t involve working for the men that constantly make your life hell?”

She eyes the god of mischief with suspicion. “What's the catch?”

“There will still be a lot of paperwork, and you'd be working outside of time, and you will probably end up outliving your remaining friends, and there is a risk of being sent to a void at the end of time that is controlled by a somewhat sentient stormcloud that devours anything and everything.”

“A living cloud might eat me?”

“Possibly, or you might just get adopted by a roving group of variants of me, including an alligator version.”

“Sounds mental,” Darcy says. “Sign me up.”

I wanna feel the chaos, I wanna hear the uproar

A little pandemonium, I know I'm not the only one

I wanna be blown away, I wanna feel the walls shake

I wanna feel the walls shake, I wanna feel the walls shake

Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, oh

“No freaking way,” Darcy says as she sits on the edge of the desk Mobius and Loki are working at. Much to the god’s annoyance. The desk was small enough as is.

“What?” Mobius asks, barely looking up from the calculations she had brought the pair.

They had been working on narrowing down constellations in varying timelines to help speed up categorizations. Loki and Darcy were really doing most of the work. Mobius was just double-checking the headers and forms. She was still new, after all, and it was his responsibility to make sure she did things the right way.

“Is that Brad Wolfe? Like THE Brad Wolfe?” The astrophysicist inquires.

Loki groans and drops their head to the desk.

“Why is that buffoon here? He's a pest,” Loki laments. Mobius tries not to laugh, but he does run his fingers through Loki’s locks to settle the deity. Which earns him a pleased hum from Loki.

“You two are nauseating,” Darcy says. “It's cute. I'm going to talk to him.”

“Wait, no, Darcy!” Loki tries as they lift their head off the desk.

“Too late, sweetheart,” Mobius says.

Mobius laughs at the way Brad’s eyes lock on Darcy's features as she approaches.

One, two, three, four, oh

Looking for some mayhem

Need a little mayhem

Oh, need a little mayhem

“Hot damn,” Brad mutters under his breath when a brunette he knew hadn’t worked for them before makes her way towards him.

“What?” Casey looks up from where he's finishing the last of an aural track on a variant that popped up along Brad's timeline. The actor had begrudgingly agreed to help. Now he was very glad he did. “Oh, that's Dr Darcy Lewis. Loki recruited her not too long ago. She’s an astrophysicist.”

“With that body?” Brad lets out a low whistle.

“Be careful, man. She tased Thor and helped prevent two alien invasions when she was a college intern.”

“Noted,” Brad grinned as she reached him.

“What can I do for you, doc?” He asks.

“I'm a huge fan,” she says.

“Oh yeah?”

“Oh yeah, some of your movies are like the funniest ones I've ever seen.”

B-15 cracks up from where she is monitoring the timeline at another console.

Brad looks at her in shock but recovers quickly.

“Pity, you'd look stunning all dolled up at my next premier. Paparazzi would adore you. A figure like that, you'd be a hit.”

“I’ll pass, but hit me up next time you're around.” She heads off to check in with the inventors. They remind her of the good ol’ days with Jane and her machines.

Looking for some mayhem

Looking for some mayhem, yeah

Yeah, need a little mayhem

Wanna get some mayhem

Yeah

“Don't worry, she'll eat him alive,” Mobius states. “I know,“ Loki sighs. “And he’ll fall head over heels because she’s smarter and sharper than he could ever be, and then we’ll never get rid of him.”

Mobius shrugs. They could use another skilled hunter. “Eh, she’ll keep him on a tight leash.”

“Maybe even an actual one.”

And Mobius nearly spit Josta across the table at the mental image. Loki smirks.

#darcy lewis fic #darcy lewis x platonic loki #brad wolfe #darcy lewis

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flamingbluepanda · 10 months

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Cam watches Shameless UK (so you don't have to)

Oh yeah it's happening. There's 11 seasons. 10 episodes each. Gonna tag them all with CWSUK so if you're not interested blacklist that.

I'm also gonna do some tldr stats because these are gonna get long every time I think and I doubt people will want to read all my ramblings.

Similarity to shameless US: 97%

Did we see Mickey in this episode? No

McAvoy count: 5

Who was the main Gallagher this episode? Fiona

Who was MY favorite character this episode? Liam

Frank speeches: 2

Anyway, ONWARD!

Season 1 Episode 1

They warn you so many times about the mature content on channel 4 lmao

They keep Carl bald so his hair doesnt stand on end. He looks like a demon sorry Carl.

I wouldn't trust this version of Ian with a single thing.

You need subtitles with this show. Need em.

I've heard that a lot of the plot is the same, but we're starting strong with Karen Jackson lmao

Oh Veronica is here!!! Can't wait to see her

MCAVOY x1

Vee is blonde. And white. Liam is also white. This is like a fascinating science experiment

I love this version of jimmy Steve more than American jimmy Steve

Okay I still don't trust this version of Ian but he has HUGE eyes

Awww no okay he's just a beby I trust him I take it back baby I'm sorry he's crying lip look what you did

MCAVOY x2

Carl STILL looks like a demon

No Kevin yet .....

THERES A LOT OF SIDEWAYS CAMERA ANGLES ITS WEIRD

There's Kev!! He has a gold chain and short hair.

Instead of the infamous fridge calender, they have a big ole pinboard.

Oh damn jimmy Steve is a smooth talker

I was gonna make a joke about all those graphic scene warnings being just for kissing but then they cut to the sezys

TONY MARKOVICH IS A BABEY

LIL BABEY LIAM IS REALLY CUTE and he told Jimmy Steve to go away as his first line. Im obsessed with him favorite character.

Lmao all her siblings watching jimmy Steve get in his car and judging

Hi Frank. You scare me more than William Macy does.

MCAVOY x3

I appreciate channel 4 using different subtitle colors for different characters talking. Makes it easy to track whos talking and I love it

There has been no k*sh so far and I am hoping and praying he never shows up

At least lip told Ian he was taking him to see Karen in this version.

rip Ian he looks so unhappy.

Everyone is so freckled in this show.

"HES GONNA KILL HIM!" *Music pauses, thump* "he's killed him 0-0" Karen sounds horrified

Okay I'm coming around to Ian and lip they're such dumbasses.

OKAY THERES KEVS DICK THEY NEVER SHOWED US STEVE HOWIES DICK HEJSJEKAJAKA

Other than his infamous opening speech Frank hasn't spoken yet

Apparently instead of clowns Eddie Jackson collects owls

MCAVOY x4

Ugh noooooo please no kash nooooooooooooooooooo please just let him be a dick don't make them fuck pleaseeeeee

Frank STiLL hasn't talked and it's creepy as shit

Nvm he talked

I miss joan cusack

Ugh nooooo dammit where's Mickey do I have to wait I'll episode 3 to see him

PUNCH HIM LIP PUNCH HIM KICK HIS ASS

At least Ian's not doing army shit ig

MCAVOY x5

Debbie has had a single line telling Liam to go to bed.

Okay seriously jimmy Steve needs to stop winning my heart when I know he's gonna be a turd again.

Nvm Debbies had two lines

MCAVOY x6

Three lines for Debbie!!

They show us a lil snippy of bloopers after the credits lmao.

#CWSUK #shameless uk #shameless

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bamboo-boned · 1 year

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The Middle

9/20/22

I think this is the first time that I've ever really considered this.

Feelings and things that I never added up.

Trying on my mom's clothes.

Stealing my sister's make-up.

Stealing my sister's toys when I was a kid because I was jealous.

Recoiling at the word handsome.

Wincing at being called a man, a brother, mijo, uncle, sir, Mr.

Growing my hair out.

Constantly remembering when a girl that I was friends with in school said my hair was pretty.

Being heartbroken when my brother said I'm too manly to be mistaken for a woman.

Neither of us knew how deep that cut at the time.

Subtle style choices, wearing hair ties "meant for women," hair bands, pink shirts and clothes.

Having a fascination with crossdressing.

Preferring women's shampoo and body wash because I want to smell "pretty"

Feeling like I'm acting all the time.

Excessively using "dude" and "bro" around other men.

Never feeling like I fit in when I'm around men.

Always feeling closer to women.

Always being envious of women's clothes.

Hating wearing my clothes....

...but also hating seeing myself naked.

I'm afraid of what this means for me. When I wrote for the first time how I felt on Sunday, I cried. I cried hard. I just remember saying "Oh fuck." Over and over. It felt like someone had died suddenly. Like a hard, sudden realization of something I have no control over washed over me. Although I finally put this into words, I don't feel any resolution after coming to this revelation.

I'm worried my family will disown me. I'm worried my friends won't like me. I'm worried my coworkers will mock me or that I’ll have to quit my job because I won't be able to stand their looks. I worry about all the statistics I read about trans people. Suicide rates. Sexual assault statistics.

I'm afraid that if I do start accepting my reality, that it won't pan out. That I'll never be the person I want to be. That no one will see me for who I am. That all I'm going to see is ---- --------- looking back at me. I'm going to see ----. I'm going to see --- ------. An uncle. A brother. A son. The litany of other names and roles and people I try to be, because I can't stand being myself.

I feel so pathetic, but the thing getting me through this right now is "The Middle" by Jimmy Eat World. The lyrics have always comforted me.

"It just takes some time

Little girl, you're in the middle of the ride

Everything, everything'll be just fine

Everything, everything'll be alright, alright"

It seems childish, but when I hear him say that it makes me feel like maybe everything really is going to be alright. My personal mantra ever since I got sober is, "Even if it's a lie, everything will be alright."

I think sometimes that's all I ever wanted to hear.

That everything will be alright.

Even if it is a lie.

#public diary #public journal #dysphoria #transgender #the moment I realized I was trans #jimmy eat world #emo #pop punk #mental health awareness #depression #anxiety #Spotify #The Middle Is A Trans Anthem You Can't Change My Mind

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grison-in-space · 3 years

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I have been spending much of the past few weeks drowning in ancient Sentinel fic. (It's a real trip when you read a contemporarily-set-as-written story that flashes twenty years into the future, note the year, and then note that said far flung future year is 2019.)

Anyway, one of the the things that keeps standing out to me as I read is just how much Jim's canonical superpower is basically just neurodivergence, and just how much of this body of slash (and the odd smarm) fic is also about coming to terms with the disabling aspects of neurodivergence. But--and this is the thing that fascinates me about it--both dialogues are absolutely and completely out of sync with contemporary dialogue about what we currently call autism and ADHD.

Hear me out! The big things Jim is struggling with are hypersensitivity, overload, and executive function--that is, he frequently snags on sensory inputs with which he can't disengage. He's got to be careful about what he consumes or interacts with because he has outsize reactions to certain stimuli, often in unpredictable (to him) ways.

Y'all, I literally refer to that experience--that is, getting stuck on a sensation or activity with which I can't disengage without external input, say like my partner nudging me to check in, as zoning out. Have done for years. (Also, to be fair, as "freezing up" or "getting stuck", and there's an emotional component to all that which is basically just PTSD, but you can also effectively argue that Jim displays both the simple PTSD you expect out of an Army vet and also the complex PTSD you expect out of a baby neurodivergent kid trying to fit into an unyielding world etc etc; what do you think Jimmy's childhood trauma and daddy issues about approval actually come down to?)

Now I say this is all totally disconnected from contemporary dialogue about ADHD and autism because, bluntly, both at the time and even to a lesser extent today, these are both highly gendered categories, and Jim ain't the right gender. Yeah, he's male, but you gotta understand that there's a whole bunch of gender categories under "male" and "female," all of which are inflected by things like race and class and culture and subculture, this isn't a binary thing--if it helps to think instead "Jim isn't the right kind of guy to be the kind of guy we talk about with respect to autism especially," it's the same concept. Diagnoses and labels are socially constructed categories; we define who fits in those boxes based on mental pictures of what kinds of people fit the image, and at the time these labels were really, really inflected by focus on a specific kind of guy. (Well, the larval form of that guy, since largely we were talking about children and still are, without contemplating that out of the hideous chrysalis of adolescence shambles an entirely different sort of beast--fuck, it is real obvious this morning I have had neither meds nor breakfast as I write. A n y w a y.)

My point is that Jim is a) too athletic, b) too military, c) too quiet, and d) too concerned with masking and camouflaging himself and not revealing that he's not like everyone else to fit most of our modern schemas of these labels and all of our contemporary ones. And, if you look at those last two notes, Jim actually displays a developmental response to neurodivergence and finding out that you are not the kind of kid that everyone around you is expecting that we associate with neurodivergent girls: try not to need help, do not on any account let it be known that you are Different except for that weird Village People phase of his right after the military and be quiet if you're struggling. (In a weird way, gender nonconforming behavior is part of the diagnostic metapicture for especially autistic people: boys who aren't into sports enough, girls who aren't good enough at makeup, and so forth. So one of the common things you see in people who are trying to mask neurodivergence is a hyperconformity to whatever gender presentation is considered most culturally acceptable--and, er, also a very common thing you see in closeted queer and trans people, there is a reason a lot of these things co-occur....)

Ooh, hey, you know what kind of person fandom is chock full of? Queer, neurodivergent women. You know what kind of people were writing a lot of Sentinel fic--? Keep that in mind.

Actually you know who is the right gender--the right kind of guy--to have run into autistic people and ADHD people and delights such as myself that meld both experiences into a single cobblework brain? Blair. Blair is exactly the kind of kid who would have gotten diagnosed, if he was about ten years younger and Naomi sat still long enough. Blair, the bookish child genius who went to university at sixteen and then apparently stayed there accruing degrees bizarrely slowly until we meet him ten years later as what appears to be a fairly new PhD student, or at least one who hasn't gotten very far. Do you have any idea how dense on the ground neurodivergent people are in academia? I mean, mostly they're not identified as such, you wouldn't believe how awkward people get when I casually disclose that Yes, I Have The Labels, but you do eventually recognize patterns in the sorts of people you interact with every day by the time you've been knocking around them for ten years.

A while back I was talking on this blog about how coded portrayals of characters are often just depictions based on types of people that authors have observed without necessarily conceptualizing or recognizing them as part of the group they're coded as belonging to. And I really do think that this is a massive factor in both how Jim is portrayed in canon but also in how Jim is depicted in fandom. Which is what makes the dialogue of these stories so interesting to me, because we think about the same groups of people and the same experiences differently depending on the frameworks we apply to them. So here I see this whole fascinating dialogue in fandom that is approaching the experiences of the same sorts of people as we see labeled one way, but constructing their own frameworks to understand, often with reference to but largely (fortunately) avoiding the framework of canon, which is kind of cartoonishly racist in a very 1990s way.

(Look, the downside of intersectionality is that sometimes you interrogate an interesting thread that is doing something novel and fascinating on Axis 1 and something incredibly boring and frustratingly harmful on Axis 2 and being deliberate and thoughtful about neither of them.)

I have more, but I've been chattering all morning while I walk the dogs and feed the cats and at some point I have to start packing, but look:

I just read a fascinating two-part set of short stories on the potential transcendent joy of hyperfixation and zoning and the ethics of trying to intervene in someone else's tendency to zone in the interest of not, ah, accidentally zoning at a bad moment and dying or being unable to accomplish one's basic goals. A set of pieces that is thinking fairly explicitly about themes of practicality and choice and how one might choose to moderate and control one's mind to balance ecstacy and independence, ending on a note of choosing to indulge in hyperfixation and zoning occasionally, at times of one's own choosing.

Written in goddamn 2002.

What a world we live in! What a lens with which to interrogate a body of text!

#the Sentinel #fandom #meta #neurodivergence #history #gris original #sentinel #actually autistic

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jonesyjonesyjonesy · 3 years

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heyyy, this is my first ask ever on this page so I'm not exactly sure how to start this, so ill just get right to it from one jonesy/zeppelin stan to another.

Robert apparently wrote Carouselambra about him being frustrated with Jonesy and Jimmy not being there for him after his son karac passed away,,, the song itself is great inho, it's my favorite off of ittod besides in the evening. The situation was tragic enough on it own, but it also put a huge strain on the relationships between the band members, it seems like. I can't pretend I know a whole lot about that part of their history in particular, just wanted to hear your take on it.

Hello my dear!! Welcome to my asks! I hope it is a cozy and pleasant experience. You are always welcome, no matter how inane, as I myself am the queen of inanity (I'm claiming it here and now folks).

^^ look at these boys in their 30s (36, 34, and almost 32 respectively, dear god)

In Through the Out Door is generally pretty fascinating. 'Carouselambra' in and of itself I think is one of those tracks that if it had been deeper into the canon (as if Zep had been able to make more albums), it would have been openly considered a masterpiece. That's actually how I feel about the whole album, but...instead, it causes consternation.

The track itself is one of my favorites as well. It's like Space Jam but everyone's on drugs and having a midlife crisis and WOW it's good. The actual inspiration for the track, as you say, I think was a combination of the highs and lows of Zeppelin and this includes Karac's death and the aftermath. 'Carouselambra' was originally called 'The Epic' -- I like to imagine the epic poetry it was being likened too and if epic poetry was still written and consumed the way we consume Homer and Virgil, that Zeppelin would be a perfect candidate. 'Tales of Brave Ulysses' could never.

The general consensus is that 'The Epic' was renamed 'Carouselambra' because that's what being in Zeppelin was like. Around and around on this gaudy mechanical and in the process these tragic things were happening and you only got fast glances at them or missed out on important things. And in the case of Karac, I'm sure Robert was grappling with the fact he just wasn't around (and I believe he's said as much).

This culminating with Jonesy and Jimmle not being at the funeral, which at the time, Robert had apparently said to Richard Cole, “Maybe they don’t have as much respect for me as I do for them. Maybe they’re not the friends I thought they were.”

Which is understandable! I mean, anyone that close to you dying, let alone a child. You would want your friends there (...if Robert considered Jonesy a "friend" to me is debatable considering his supposed tongue-in-cheek offer to Lita Ford to be the bassist for Zep in '77, but I'm just a bitter Jonesy stan (and I have plenty of theories and ideas about the Jones/Plant dynamic)). From what I've read, Jonesy was on family holiday, I imagine continuing with Maureen and the girls in the RV they rented for the second leg of the '77 tour -- he stole away after the Oakland debacle and drove it up to Seattle (this is from a glancing in Mick Wall's When Giants Walked the Earth, which I'm currently reading). Can that man get any more precious? And Jimmy was...Jimmy, heroin and all, although he's been quoted saying "We were all mates. We had to give the man some space.”

Potentially illustrating this, Robert commented on this in 2005: “The other guys were [from] the South [of England] and didn’t have the same type of social etiquette that we have up here in the North that could actually bridge that uncomfortable chasm with all the sensitivities required … to console.”

By ITTOD, though, we have our "relatively clean" camp friends Jones and Robert leading the charge and, I hope, having some good heart to hearts and enjoying each others' company. I really do wish we had more from that time, of that dynamic because I think it's a really interesting blip on the timeline given their distance mostly (I believe Robert said in 1971 that he had just started becoming friends with Jonesy, which I don't find hard to believe considering their opposite natures).

And then you get 'Carouselambra', all the nonsense and the mayhem boiled down into "why the fuck are we doing this"-edness. The kids are getting older, the tour is now a slog, and now you've got back pain. Kind of a sad carousel at the end of the day. “The whole story of Led Zeppelin in its latter years is in that song, and I can’t hear the words," Plant said, regarding how his voice is mixed lower than the keyboard in the first half. And there they were, in their 30s, and punk was on the rise and let's be honest, rock n' roll has never been a "middle years" kind of game.

But TO ME, that adds to the theatricality, to the idea that everything WAS getting lost and muddled. It's a brilliant, most likely unanticipated homage in my mind and Led Zeppelin WAS theatrical for as much as it was about the music, it was about the mythos and fable as well.

As a side note, I really hate how ITTOD is talked about for the most part as this like "lame keyboard album" when in fact, if Zeppelin had continued, it would serve as an LZ III/HotH vibe to me in that they could do whatever they want so they did and wow it was great. That's just my opinion, though, and I can definitely chalk it up to bias and also my love for Jonesy's post-Zeppelin work that really showcased just how fucking marvelous he is.

oh my god this got so long how did this get so long

This is just my take...I'm sure many people would be ready to contest what I have to say and that's just fine. 'Southbound Saurez' is one of my favorite Zep tracks and I stand by it.

I hope this was worth the time, lovely. Thank you for appearing in the asks and I hope you return someday. It was really lovely to take a journey into the more "academic" side of Zep...turns out I know quite a bit and I'm pretty good at rustling through the interwebs to find all the quotes I wanted to locate!

Feel free to correct me or engage in discourse kindly. I don't have time for negativity, I just turned 26 after all.

let it be known this is literally 950 words

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💞 Jimmy!! 🤗💞

You know I'm angry with him at the moment and you're still asking me this :(

Just kidding, I'm happy to talk about the little tomcat.

How I feel about this character: Well. I like this very specific version of Jimmy that lives in my brain, yeah. The happy-go-lucky, overly confident little lad who thinks he's hot shit jesus jedi master and doesn't hide it. Who loves to flirt and dance and play the piano and wants to travel to exciting places, party for weeks without sleeping a wink and drink champagne like it's water. I like him.

All the people I ship romantically with this character: I am not talking about our rpg ot3 again, I already did it with Alfred, so jot that down. But I actually really like the idea of him and Rose as a couple, simply because I think their personalities would go together very well and I'd love to rattle the house a bit. Then there is the very specific kind of Thomas/Jimmy that I do ship, and I've read great fanfics and meta about them. And this is not quite shipping but I'm standing behind my HC of Jimmy liking older women and pretty much having a tiny crush on every older woman downstairs and upstairs. A fic coming the day I learn to finish things.

My non-romantic OTP for this character: I'm not sure if this is romantic or non-romantic, but I'm really fascinated with Thomas&Jimmy at that point where they are friends but Thomas still has a crush on/is in love with Jimmy. Also there's Jimmy&Alfred, I'd like to see them more. And once again I'm cursing the show for introducing the possibility of Rose&Jimmy but then scrapping it.

My unpopular opinion about this character: Oh boy. I have... some. Well. I guess my most unpopular opinion is that I think Jimmy was genuinely attracted to Lady Anstruther? And even though I can see their dynamic as being unhealthy at times (especially in s5e1, jfc) I think Jimmy did actually like her and maybe even had a legitimate crush on her at one point back when he was working for her. But I'm pretty sure he was pretty much over it by the time she appeared, or at least once she started to appear "desperate" and then pushy. My personal HC is that the "i can not resist, not when it's offered on a plate" is kind of genuine, but half-hearted. Jimmy used to like this woman and he is still superficially attracted to her so he can't resist the opportunity to sleep with her, but it doesn't really feel the same anymore and if she was to turn him down for some reason, he wouldn't lament it.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: I'd like to see more Thomas and Jimmy as friends. I like the dynamic we see in s5e1 and I think it would have been great to see it through the fourth season. And also the Rose&Jimmy brotp.

Send me a character and I will break their ass down

#thank you love #ask memes #everything a goddamn ordeal in area family

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mysterygarbage · 4 years

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GERARD BEHAVIOR PART 1.

By the angel I don't even know how to start this. I want to make it clear that I'm a fan of Gerard and admire him for everything he's been through. MCR, like other bands, help me a lot BUT it doesn't mean that I will rub any of their heads because I won't! Oh maybe I separated this post into 2 parts because If it was not going to get too big and I don't want it because I know it gets tiresome to read. After making that clear (I hope) let's go to the post.

Note: This post is not intended to offend anyone, like any of my posts, but to show things that I found interesting and kind of hypocritical to tell the truth.

I don't know if I'm going to do it for topics or not so I'll just play around and see what comes out.

Frank, stage and feelings

Remember when G attacked F on stage?

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At that time you saw people saying "If F does this to G (or another band member), no one bothers, why did F get away with it and not G? Frank does it all the time!". And the answer is simple, because he did that kind of thing all the time. F's character does crazy and random things like that, although you can say that even when he hurts someone, he's usually not being malicious, unlike what G did. If G had done this kind of thing on stage no one would have cared.

G strikes me as the kind of guy who would do the wrong things even more to prove an argument. This is also childish, but I see in it (less so at that time). It is as if he never grew emotionally. If you think about all the years he spent hiding and drinking, you can see how he would be emotionally stunted. And since sober, he has had other people. And it wasn't changing. He, looked and still seems to be, that jealous, fascinated and hurt boy who seems to be outside everything.

That time also had rumors, some that we already know is true others are just 'rumors' since there are several people who have seen it.

1.) G had returned to drinking.

2.) G is an emotional person. This isn't a rumor, but an opinion based on observation. He is a desperate person who clings to whoever is convenient. You have to wonder what kind of person would take advantage of that kind of desperation and what their movites would be.

3.) G left "Kat" while she had cancer. Again, this is a rumor, although people who claim to know him insist that this is true.

4.) Jimmy U. was seen by a concert-goer buying cocaine from fans after a show, while Donna was in the vicinity, no less. This is the band that MCR have decided to take on tour with them, and what most of us do know about addicts is that when they are in recovery, they cut all ties to people who are still using.

5.) G was lying to Lz about how long he stayed with "Kat". But that's another rumor that was going around at the time.

Life and relationships.

A quick pass through 'Kat'. G started dating "Kat" when he was 22. Her name isn't kat, people call her that because he called her katmandu on the thank you notes on three cheers.

Moving on, G seems to be those types of people who seem to change their minds based on what other people are saying or doing. First of all, he seems to change his mind about life's huge decisions with the flick of a finger. As you leave your 6 year old girlfriend on the phone for no obvious reason while she was already sick a few months later, call the next girl who was nearby (It seems all you have to do to get engaged or marry G is to be with him a few times). Rumors were that she asked him to marry and G wanted to get married, he said that in some interviews. So an anonymous letter, or really some of them, saying that Eliza is a slut for using him. The next thing you know is that his engagement is off. It seemed like he really took the ring between songs during a concert (leading to speculation that maybe he had slipped his finger during the show). A very quick decision after someone "told" him that Eliza was wrong for him (it is rumored that this person was F).

Next thing you know, G is looking for a place to settle down and he decides on Portland because he says he loves it there. In the past he's made a big deal out of saying that he didn't want to be one of those people who died in the same place they were born. So a few weeks after his announcement that he was "in love" they're married. And now? Now it's all great to just stay in New Jersey, because that's where she lives (remembering that he moved from NJ to truly begin his life. One definitely got the feeling that he did NOT want to stay there for many different reasons.)

So quickly, the things he's been so passionate about, they change, too. He no longer cares about sending a positive message to his young fans. The inspiring speeches, they stop. Because you see, all of a sudden they are not "cool" to say anymore. That humble, helpful person, he doesn't fit in with the new hardcore crowd he has to impress. That guy who had a positive message, he's uncool now. He has to go, and he's replaced with an onstage diva covered in hickies, with his hand down his pants half the time, having an uncharacteristic fit of anger here, bitching there. Being a badass, fitting in with the rest of the badasses. Does G ever make any decisions based on what he feels? Of does he just make decisions based on what the people he's trying to impress feel? Idk.

Here's a thing, there are people who are easily led by people he's currently into. They'll base their decisions on whoever means the most to them at the time (whoever they want to impress) and then everyone else takes a backseat. Everyone else's opinions stop mattering to them. They say things like "Why does it bother you that I'm happy?" and "Can't you let me live my life?" when they're really living someone else's. The people who have always been there for them, all of a sudden they are the bad guys. And the more those caring people push them, the more stubborn they get. They will stay in a relationship, a location, a job, a situation or what have you, even after they are sick of it and want out, JUST to prove a point. Just to prove that they were not wrong, to prove that they are living their own lives.

This post got big and I'm going to do a 2 part.

-xø

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untilthenextencore · 5 years

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Kashmir Pt. 5 - The Mists Are Breaking~...

Written with @where-the-hot-springs-blow

Forever editing as usual~

Enjoy~!

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Charissa studied Jimmy as Jimmy came closer & draped an arm around her leading her to the window where she took in the magnificent views they were then afforded after the onslaught Mother Nature had previously bestowed. Noting how he was losing himself to his thoughts, instead of answering his questions she only had a simple remark about the surprisingly tranquil post-storm scene before them. "It's so calm." There was a tiny crack near the hinge of the window through which she could smell the cool damp night outside. The night blooming jasmine coloring the breeze as it slipped through the crack & seemed to color her thoughts a hazy lavender shade similar to the mists shadowing the rich velvet night sky accented by the impossibly bright milky moon & stars above.

The breeze - however small - was strong enough to ruffle a few pages of Heston's book, causing Charissa to turn away from him & remove herself from his grasp with a gasp. "Oh! Your book!" She reached out to still the pages, palm splaying flat on them just as the breeze stilled.

Gazing down at the book now she noticed the title of the page now read "Amulets, Talismans & Charms". It featured detailed images of all kinds of little tools, jewelry like pendants & other jewels and the powers associated with them. She glanced at the list of jewels noticing that among them was listed one of her favorites, star sapphire. It was considered to be amongst the strongest of all, containing a bit of all the rest. Listed as being "All Element". Rather than just "Earth", "Air", "Fire", "Water", "Light" or "Lightning / Electricity". Her fingers toyed with a thin chain around her neck which held just such a star sapphire, though in all the havoc it had turned around & was then resting between her shoulder blades & underneath her hair.

"Hmmm... "All Element"..." She mused, before asking a question to no one in particular. "Guess I have good taste then, huh?" Giggling softly as she tried to lighten the mood which to her had gotten almost as heavy as the air outside.

She then noticed the moonlight flickering off of something to her left. Something on Heston's person. Turning her gaze to him she saw the glint coming from a jeweled pendant in his grasp that glittered from the cracks between his fingers. It looked so familiar, double checking the page beneath her fingertips she saw the reason why.

"Hey, your pendant looks just like the one in the picture here!" She tapped her finger on the illustrated figure image towards the margin of the page. Laughing she turned back to regard him with an incredulous grin at the coincidence when upon second glance & further inspection of the pendant she gasped. "Oh! Is that a star sapphire too? I just love those! Do you? I suppose it must seem cliche due to my name & all but I can't help it!"

Charissa then shifted the cloak to adjust her necklace, bringing the star sapphire back around, lifting it up slightly to where it glittered in the moonlight as well.

"I just bought this at a small shop not too long ago... I saw it in a display & kept doubling back... It was like I couldn't leave it alone... I couldn't leave the store without it... Like it was calling me... I had to have it... Even though I'm not usually that way about jewelry most times... This time was different... I had to have it... I had to buy it... I had to get it... To have it in my possession... I just had to... I don't know why..." She smiled before releasing the pendant to where it now laid just below her collarbones, still glittering, nodding towards the pendant in his grasp.

"Was it the same with you, Lord Heston? With that..." Then after another gasp that came as she regarded the glittering finery on both his hands. "Oh! And your rings too?"

...

Heston moved to where she stood by his book, placing one hand over hers atop the pages. With his other hand, he easily unpinned the pendant from his coat & laid it down beside their hands.

It was an golden, oval-shaped pendant with a stylised, multipointed star engraved upon it. At the tip of each star was a glittering star sapphire, shining brilliantly even in the dim light.

He fought the urge to turn it over, to reveal the portrait of her former self painted on the back of it, sternly telling himself that she must be the one to do it, that she must be the one to make the choice to touch it. Any less would have been him forcing his desires onto her, which he would have chosen death before doing. His beloved Starbright was sanctified to him, above even his own basest desires.

Instead he reached out & touched her own pendant, examining it closely, forcing himself to ignore the alternating chills & heat running throughout his body at the mere touch of it. It was so familiar, so beautiful...

His chest tightened further at the sight of it.

He'd not seen it in ages... Not since one of his more vivid visions of Starbright after her death where he pleaded for her to return & she promised that she would & she would bring with her a sign or signs if he so wished, proving it was indeed her. The pendant went missing from his collection very shortly after. No fingerprints were left nor was anything else disturbed in such a way as to lead Heston to believe either thievery was afoot or that it was just some sick prank. Everything was as he left it. And even when he turned every last house of his upside down, there was no sign of it.

It was gone.

His only comfort at the mysterious pendant's loss being that perhaps it would reappear one day as part of his beloved's promised signs.

And here it was, now around the neck of a young woman who bore a striking resemblance to his dear, departed beloved but who apparently had no knowledge of him or the Order he & his beloved once belonged to, nor any memories of it whatsoever. Heston was nearly a wreck. Yet somehow he still managed to find his tongue enough to reply.

"It suits you, Charissa. Hardly a cliche at all. I would think the real cliche would be if you hated star sapphires because of your name."

He could not help but smile, letting himself speak from the heart as much as he dared at such a delicate moment.

"It sounds as though you were made for this pendant. Or... Was it made for you?"

He gazed down at his hand over hers, his long fingers, surprisingly roughened & callused from early years of his initiate training, to the ring on his finger. He could see her eyes following its sparkle as well, looking completely fascinated by it.

"This ring... It once belonged to a very important person to me. I have worn it ever since she left me, hoping it would perhaps draw us back together. It is one of my most cherished talismans."

He allowed to see the matching one upon his left hand, the golden band engraved with his initials & titles.

...

Charissa looked down to their hands where they now joined, his over hers. She turned her hand to take his, bringing it up for closer inspection. The sight of the oval ring set of a similar urge within her. But it was a small spark as opposed to the raging firelike urge to possess the pendant she now wore. It had potential to grow but was tempered by the endearing, affectionate words he spoke about it & its meaning to him.

"It's gorgeous." As she spoke those simple words, the urge grew stronger, the spark growing into a flame. Her words seemed to vaguely echo in her head as a low hum started in the background.

Perhaps it was just in her head... Perhaps the echo was just a trick her ears were playing on her... Or they were popping... Perhaps the hum was just the house settling... Or the wind picking up outside...

Yeah, that's it...

Perhaps...

Perhaps the fact that her head was now feeling as if it were humming was also a trick her body was playing on her...

Or her mind...

Yeah, that's it...

Perhaps...

Still...

She couldn't shake the feeling that she was supposed to remember something just then...

Something...

Or someone...

It rang a bell deep within her...

Far off in the distance...

Perhaps that bell ringing was what that persistent hum was?...

Yeah, that's it...

Perhaps...

Blinking out of the daze that she felt she was in, shaking her head to shake out of it she let his hand slip from hers to pick up the pendant.

"And this..." At first contact the buzz grew louder, the bell ringing harder. She ran her thumb over the star, feeling as if lightning were striking within her head. As if that were what was ringing the bell.

"This... This... This... This is..." She stumbled slightly, the lightning flashes, bell ringing & buzzing staggering her.

She turned slightly away from Jimmy, facing the desk. Her right hand came down to splay on the desk - on the grimoire - to steady herself. Her fingers making contact with both the grimoire's teachings about star sapphires and his star sapphire pendant hit her like another bolt of lightning, making her draw in a shaky gasping breath, stumbling once more before righting herself, trying her best to blink & shake out of her sudden affliction once more, turning her attention back to the pendant, hushing.

"This is... Stunning..."

As those words left her lips she flipped the pendant over to the painted portrait on the back. Another sharp intake of breath coupled with a few more rapid fire blinks as she tried her best to focus, to clear her vision even though through the lightning flashes, the buzzing, the bells ringing & the heavy lavender tinged mists - like the heavy, late evening mists that still lingered outside, lavender tinged against the star studded & moonlit black velvet sky - she felt enveloping her all the more, she knew that she was seeing perfectly clear. She could tell as much by the familiar sight of Jimmy's ring on the left ring finger of the woman in the painting.

But still she couldn't wrap her mind around the image of the woman who wore that ring that now encircled Jimmy's third finger on his right hand. And so the obvious question came as she motioned to the woman wearing Jimmy's treasured ring clad in a dreamy, frothy, diaphonous periwinkle blue creation with what Charissa noticed to be another familiar piece of star sapphire jewelry.

"Lord Heston..." She hushed in a shaky voice amid even shakier breaths. "Lord Heston... Who is this woman? Who... Who is she? And why... If... If I may ask... Why... Does she have your ring?... Even my pendant... Seems... Seems to resemble hers..." She then gave another small, incredulous - if a bit weak and equally shaky - laugh. "How funny..."

...

She was remembering more now! He could almost scent the memories racing back into her mind, the confusion & disconnect between both lives clear in her eyes, & upon her face.

Ever the gentleman, his hands moved to her shoulders to steady her, give her a safe place to lean upon as she remembered.

"She is my beloved, my ageless, powerful Lady Starbright. This ring was hers, matched to mine, cut from the same pieces of gold & star sapphire. They are linked, as she and I are. As powerful as I am alone, with her we are twice that. She is twin of my heart. I have loved no woman quite like her ever since.

And yes, my girl, the two of you wear a strikingly similar pendant. You have a keen eye to notice it, don’t you think?"

Steadying Charissa, he led her to a sofa by the fire, all leather & velvets. Boldly, but with the greatest of gentility, he unwrapped her cape, exposing her only to the fire, rather than his eyes. Taking her hand in his, he kissed it again.

"You seem a bit fogged, Charissa. Please sit down, let your dress dry completely. You seem a touch feverish suddenly."

...

Charissa leant back into him, nearly melting with relief at his strong reassuring presence. She put up no fight as he led her to the sofa, nor when he removed her cloak, only leaning further into his embrace, head resting in the crook of his shoulder. She smiled weakly at the feel of his lips on her hand. Studying his fingers she gave a soft laugh, speaking in a soft voice that still seemed to echo to her. Was it only in her head?

"Have you not been sketching anything as of late, Heston? Nor painting? Shame. Almost never have I known these hands to be without at least a smudge of charcoal or a touch of paint."

Her gaze then lifted to regard his face, watching how the firelight & shadows danced upon his visage. Light and shade. Again she laughed softly & spoke in that same echoing voice.

"I almost wonder as to what you have been doing all this time, Heston? Apart from your usual frightening poor defenseless maidens as has been your reputation. I see nothing has changed except for your tactics. A hermit now, Heston? Roping the Hermit into it too now, Heston? Really now?"

Charissa then winced & pulled her hand back from him a fraction, the echo fading as she shook her head, looking down & away, suddenly contrite.

"No... No... I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I... I'm sorry, Lord Heston... I'm sorry... Please forgive me... I... I don't know what I'm saying... I... I... I don't know why I'm being so rude... I... I... I just... I just..."

Her gaze then lifted back up as she laughed teasingly, reaching up to run her fingers tenderly over the soft, delicate skin just under his lashline.

"Your eyes are a bit puffy. And your face is flushed. Two surefire signs that you haven't been sleeping well. Are you tired, Heston? You always get flushed when you're tired. Even back when you were playing around on that little Berkshire houseboat hideaway on the Thames of yours Pangbourne, you did. You always did. It's a wonder how you aren't the one that's feverish. You never take care of yourself. Always holing up with all your grimoires & ancient scrolls & texts in your little library. I always had to be the one to help take care of you. You were always so prickly with the others. And we both know you were an absolutely mess at taking care of yourself whenever you got invested in your studies. Getting so sucked in... I bet that's what you've been doing in here too, isn't it? Hence the Hermit? You always were crazy about your magic. Weren't you, Heston? Silly about spells and all. Like a child with its favorite toy. You're just mad about it. Absolutely mad about it! Mad as ever. Aren't you?" She asked with another chuckle.

She then cupped his cheek, caressing the swell of it with her thumb, smiling at him in a way that was very much unlike Charissa but very much like another raven haired vision he had once known to have an affinity for star sapphires.

But still...

Nothing could have ever prepared him for the words that fell from her lips next. Just three little words. Just three. Just three words. But they were words which included a name which he hadn't heard in ages but which was music to his ears.

"Aren't you, Professor?"

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probablylisteningtoledzeppelin · 6 years

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Gone, but never forgotten.

"I've always been obsessed with the drums. They fascinate me. Any other instrument --- nothing. I played acoustic guitar for a bit, but it's always been the drums first and foremost.

I've wanted to be a drummer since I was about five years old. I used to play on a bath salt container with wires on the bottom, and on a round coffee tin with a loose wire fixed to it to give a snare drum effect. Plus there were always my Mum's pots and pans. When I was ten, my Mum bought me a snare drum. My Dad bought me my first full drum kit when I was 15. It was almost prehistoric. Most of it was rust.

When I left school I went into the trade with my Dad. He had a building business, and I used to like it, but drumming was the only thing I was any good at, and I stuck at that for three or four years. If things got bad I could always go back to building. I was so keen to play, I'd have played for nothing. In fact, I did that for a long time, but my parents stuck by me.

I never had any lessons. When I first started playing I used to read music. I was very interested in music. But when I started playing in groups I did a silly thing and dropped it. It's great if you can write things down. I think that felling is a lot more important than technique. It's all very well doing a triple paradiddle --- but who's going to know you've done it? If you play technically you sound like everybody else. It's being original that counts. I've always liked drums to be bright and powerful. I've never used cymbals much. I use them to crash into a solo and out of it, but basically I prefer the actual drum sound.

When I first started playing, I was influenced by early soul. It was just that feel, that sound. When I listen to drummers I like to be able to say "Oh! I haven't heard that before." Being yourself is so much better than sounding like anyone else. Ginger Baker's thing is that he is himself. So it's no good trying to do what he does. When I started playing I was most impressed by those early soul records. I like the feel and the sound they achieved. I suppose I said to myself, I'll get that sound too.

My career really started to happen when I was with Tim Rose. I was doing OK and I was getting offers. Joe Cocker was interested, so was Chris Farlowe and Robert and Jimmy. It was baffling. I had to consider so much. It wasn't just a question of who had the best prospects, but which was going to do the right kind of stuff.

Before I joined Led Zeppelin. I knew Joe Cocker was going to make it, but I already knew from playing in Band of Joy with Robert Plant what he liked, and I knew what Jimmy Page was into, so I decided I liked that sort of music better. And it paid off.

When I first joined the group, I didn't know Jimmy, I was pretty shy. I thought the best thing was not to say much but suss it all out. We had a play and it went quite well. Jimmy was the big star, and had been around for ages with The Yardbirds. Now the group is closer than ever, and there is a lot of scope for all of us.

Sometimes touring gets a bit wearing, but that's only because I'm married with kids at home. I've never gotten pissed off with the actual touring. I enjoy playing --- I could play every night. It's just being away that gets you down sometimes. I swore to Pat that I'd give up drumming when we got married, but every night I'd come home and just sit down at the drums. I'd be miserable if I didn't.

My son Jason - he plays you know. I've got him a little Japanese drum kit, made to scale. It's got a 14 inch bass drum. He's got his mother's looks, but in character he is just like me. He's always drumming, even when we go out in the car he takes his sticks to bash on the seats. Before the end of Led Zeppelin I'm going to have him on stage with us at the Albert Hall.

Besides drumming, I enjoy decorating and gardening. I'm still as hot-headed as ever. I'm a bit quick tempered. I never sit down and think about things. I couldn't do what Jimmy does and shut myself away in the country. I like people around me all the time. Parties, going out and general looning. I suppose I'm a bit of a noisy person. In fact I'm probably the noisiest of the four of us.

I have terribly bad nerves all the time. Once we start into 'Rock And Roll' I'm fine. I just can't stand sitting around, and I worry about playing badly --- and if I do then I'm really pissed off. If I play well, I feel fine. Everybody in the band is the same, and each has some little thing they do before we go on, like pacing about or lighting a cigarette. It's worse at festivals. You might have to sit around for a whole day and you daren't drink because you'll get tired and blow the gig. So you sit drinking tea in a caravan with everybody saying, "Far out, man.""

-John Bonham — remembering a great man in Los Angeles, California.

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okay, let's try this again! also, i almost didn't find your ask box. the top of your page is asterix??? but if hovered i could see where your ask box is. okay, so #3 and/or #4 (i could see them easily together) but I couldn't pick a ship last time. I was gonna let you pick. Destiel or DCJ (or, if you ship them, because i can't remember if you do, a third choice could be Denny)

3. Drunk/sloppy kiss & 4. Awkward kiss

1,612 word Featuring DJC (Also on Ao3 for those that prefer to read there)

feel free to leave me a kiss prompt and pair

It had been years since Dean was able to spend time with his two best friends from high school. Castiel and Jimmy Novak moved on to bigger and better things after high school. Jimmy and Castiel both went to medical school. Both studied to be surgeons, one cardiology the other pediatrics. Dean was proud of both of them and never let it know how much it had hurt him to be away from the twins. He knew they would accomplish great things. That's why when Dean had gotten the call from Jimmy boasting the good news about himself and Castiel, he wasn't surprised. Both men had made it through undergrad and graduate school, about to embark into their residency. While it had been over eight years since he had seen either of the brothers, Dean was bound and determined to see them now.It was also a good way to see if he still felt the way he had in high school. Dean sighed at his own thoughts. He was such a moron in high school. He was so far in the closet about his bisexuality that he surpassed Narnia. In fact, he's pretty sure the closet was really the Tardis because of how big and well hidden he was.Jimmy outed Dean first. True, it was only to Castiel, but it was enough. But with that outing, Dean was able to breathe and be himself around the brothers. At least, until he fell in love. But that wasn't the biggest problem. The biggest problem was that he had fallen in love with both of the Novak boys. And it was hard not too. The two of them were like yin and yang. They balanced each other perfectly. Jimmy being more carefree and reminding both Dean and Castiel to let loose and live free, while Castiel was more reserved, a good head on his shoulders. It was a long running joke between the three that twins were the devil and angel that would help Dean decide. Castiel being the angel and Jimmy the devil.But regardless of how well the three of them got along, it was absurd of Dean to even fathom having both of them. Even at his young age, he had known it was wrong to date them both, essentially cheating on one with the other. Of course, no matter what his rational mind tried to think, his irrational heart would often lead him into fantasies with the twins. Downright pornographic fantasies that would leave him hard and achy and needing to run to the shower, before either one woke up when staying over on the weekends.Then after the boys left to study medicine on the East coast, the rumors started. Everyone in their godforsaken town would tell anyone who was listing about those “incestuous Novak kids” and how Dean's parents should be thanking God that their sinful ways didn't rub off on him. Once he hit twenty-one and some asshole started blabbing at the mouth, speaking ill of his best friends, Dean suddenly had himself a bed in the county lockup.No matter what, he had refused to let his desires believe the talk. He never pushed the twins when they talked to each other or face timed. He wouldn't even tell him what he had heard. Dean had felt it better than if they were involved with each other, that maybe they would trust him enough to tell him.This line of thinking wasn't currently helping him at this moment in time as his train from Kansas pulled into the Baltimore station. He felt like he was going to be sick from the combination of anxious and excited nerves.

Jimmy laughed as his brother bounced on the balls of his feet, desperate to see over the heads around him. They had both heard the announcement that Dean's train had pulled into the station. Jimmy thought it was silly that Dean was still adamant in his refusal to get on a plane. Thank God, Castiel had a strange fascination with modern ways of transportation and was able to convince Dean that take the train was far more economical than driving himself. Truth be told, Jimmy was ninety-nine-point-nine percent sure the only reason Dean relented was that Castiel laid a mother of a guilt trip on the poor guy. Regardless how it came to pass, the day that both he and his brother had longed for was here. And for the first time in who knows how long, Jimmy was witnessing a side of his brother he doesn't see very often.“Cas, seriously...” he pulled his brother's wrist, the only acceptable way to hold him in public. “Stop bouncing, you're going to pull something.” he teased.Castiel looked back at his with a wide smile and crinkly blue eyes. “I can't help it! I've missed him. And he's going to be here for a whole month. That's thirty-one days, Jimmy!”“Yeah and I'm excited too, Cas. But what if he isn't okay with things?”That made Castiel stop his movements as he turned to look at his brother. Even now, while Jimmy had filled out more in the shoulders, he was Castiel's mirror. And in that mirror, Jimmy had voiced the one thing Castiel had tried his hardest to keep from coming to light. Knowing that it would affect Jimmy just as much as it did him.Castiel stepped closer, hooking his pinky under Jimmy's watch band. “You need to have faith in Dean.”Jimmy smiled at that. Of course, Castiel would say that. “You still okay being the DD tonight?” Jimmy asked, a signal that he was okay. Castiel flashed him another brilliant smile before looking for Dean again.“Of course. I still say we should drink that the apartment. That way I can do it too.”Jimmy snorted. “No way, dude. We would need to buy out two BevMo's just to make you have a buzz.”.Castiel was poised to say something in response but a familiar baritone calling their names snapped both of their attention to the right. They had barely made visual confirmation before both brothers were wrapped into the stronghold of Dean. Jimmy tried to ignore how right it felt.

Castiel had gotten his way. Once Dean had heard wind of how he wanted to stay home and drink rather than a bar crawl, Dean sided with him. Dean had a point when he mentioned to Jimmy that they missed their chance to celebrate their twenty-first together and tonight would be their do-over.“But what if we lost our virginity that night?” Jimmy challenge, already feeling a buzz from the locally brewed stuff Cas preferred.Dean scoffed and shook his head. “Are you kidding? You two are far too good looking to have not had gotten laid before then.”Jimmy shrugged. “We were fifteen and it was awkward as fuck,” he giggled a little at the memory and Castiel frowned at him.“It was only awkward because Anna walked in right after.”Dean couldn't help but laugh at the image of their cousin walking in on their post-coital fog. He shook his head. There was no way that did that together.“Actually there is,” Castiel said softly causing Dean to gape at him.“Did I say that out loud?”Jimmy laughed and nodded. “Cassie was my first,” he sang as he crawled from his spot on the floor over to Cas who was suddenly more interested in his bottle of gray goose.“No way...” Okay, Dean was officially fucking drunk, Castiel thought as Dean stared at them in wide-eyed fascination.“Yep. He taught me how to kiss. And I learned how to make him come apart with just my tongue,” Jimmy explained, stopping himself on all fours near Cas. He face was so close that Castiel could smell the beer on his breath. “Jimmy,” Castiel hissed trying to get his brother to stop as Dean made a whining noise. “Wanna see?” Jimmy asked looking over at Dean who nodded. “Look, Cassie. Dean wants to watch.”“Jim-”Castiel's words were abruptly cut off by his brother's very drunkenly, sloppy kiss. It was too much tongue and way too wet to be enjoyable. Seriously was Jimmy trying to lick Castiel's face like a cow does a salt lick? Normally Castiel could handle his drunken brother but this was just too much for Castiel and too awkward. He pushed Jimmy back, who made a sound of protest.“You're drunk,” Castiel said flatly.“And horny!” Jimmy laughed as Castiel rolled his eyes before looking at Dean who was watching them with interest.“I apologize, Dean. It was not my intention for you to find out about us while under the influence.”Dean shrugged. “It's okay, Cas. I just wish you guys would have told me sooner.”That made Jimmy sit back on his haunches as he darted his gaze between Castiel and Dean.Castiel sighed. “I understand, that what we do is taboo. But I love Jimmy. I can't help that.”“Cas?” Castiel looked up to see Dean smiling at him. “Dude, you don't have to explain it. I've been in love with you both since sophomore English. I just didn't know how to tell you or act on it honestly.”“Easy. You just did. Can we go fool around now?” Jimmy asked causing the others to laugh.Castiel shook his head. “No. Water. Aspirin. Bed. We'll talk about this when we're sober.”They did talk about it. For all of ten minutes. After which the twins took turns showing off their skills to Dean. Jimmy was a much better kisser when he was sober. Just saying.

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