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WIP Wednesday, March 20, 2024

Hey it's Wednesday again, so happy hump day my friends (pun maybe intended, do with it as you will).

Tagged by my pals @kiwiana-writes @anincompletelist @heysweetheart-writes @itsmaybitheway @eusuntgratie and @suseagull04.

I've been working on my @aroyallybigbangrwrb project this week and let's just say @getmehighonmagic is mad at me for it, so now I guess you get to be mad at me too?

"Will you be coming home to change for tonight?" Henry asks as he sits at the table. "What's tonight?" "The foundation's annual fundraising gala." Henry answers, pausing midway through bringing his tea up to sip. Alex's jaw flexes, he sighs heavily, and rests his hands on his waist for a moment before shaking his head. "I have a dinner meeting with Zahra and the other partners I can't get out of tonight, Henry." Henry feels his face getting warm, his mouth pinching into a tight line. He sets his tea back on the table and takes a breath to steady himself, hoping his tone stays even when he speaks. "I told you about the gala weeks ago, Alex, and it's been on the calendar ever since. You know it's always this time of year." "Jesus, Henry." Alex sighs and turns once on the spot, looking down at his feet before resting a hand on top of the counter. Henry doesn't know how Alex is the one that gets to be upset with him in this whole thing. Finally, after a moment Alex looks up at him. "I can come by after the meeting is finished?" Henry swallows thickly, pushing his toast away, no longer hungry, the kitchen walls feeling as though they're closing in on him. "Don't worry. I'll convey your regrets."

Um, I promise it doesn't always hurt?

Anyway, an open tag as always so please tag me if you take it, and some gentle, absolutely no pressure tags to: @getmehighonmagic @bigassbowlingballhead @cactusdragon517 @oxfordslutphase @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @cha-melodius @sparklepocalypse @firenati0n @inexplicablymine @affectionatelyrs @onthewaytosomewhere @onward--upward @sherryvalli @happiness-of-the-pursuit @gayrootvegetable @violetbaudelaire-quagmire @wordsofhoneydew @nocoastposts @myheartalivewrites @three-drink-amy @cricketnationrise @ninzied

Hank with an Eldritch Horror Reader

Here's another thing I wrote two years back! It was an interesting concept which I really liked, so I actually really enjoyed writing this request!

Hank J Wimbleton was a grunt of many things, but not one to be scared unless he had a good reason to be. There were many things in this world he did not understand, you were one of them. Upon meeting you, his first instinct would have been to either fight or run away - who could blame him, it was all he knew. No matter how many times you reassured him that the very last thing you wanted to do was to harm him, he’d draw his weapon, uncertain of whether or not he should believe your words.

Once you show no resistance towards him whatsoever and simply restrain him using your powers or other methods, that’s when, thrashing around as much as he could, he would start listening. You may or may not have seen a grunt up close, but this was your chance to finally examine one. As you scrutinise him from every possible angle Hank realises that you were simply curious about his being and finally lowers weapon.

Your voice would likely hurt his head and freeze the blood in his veins, so you might have to resort to telepathy or speak through a marionette, if you can find one. Though, once Hank’s interest in you has been piqued, he’d be more than happy to find you one. A lot of people in Nevada seem to be redundant in the first place. Regarding telepathy: You will be able to have a two-way conversation with Hank like that, but, for the most part, he doesn’t think in words. Still, he can do so, if needed.

If you’re on the rather small side, he will make an effort to pick you up, or hold you, and bring you back to base. Depending on whether you can float or not, this might be rather difficult, but he’ll try. If you’re large, however, then he will simply “tell” you to follow him. As an eldritch being you could likely either change your form or scare away anyone in your path in the first place, so he doesn’t particularly worry about anyone being stupid enough to attack you.

Spend time with him, he’ll get used to you more and more and, eventually, grow a bond with you. Proud, he’ll show you to Doc so he can figure out what you are, but do not be fooled. Hank wants to know what you are to some degree too. Once comfortable with you and certain you won’t harm him, he’ll start observing you, touching you to some degree. See how you react, how you feel, how you are.

Despite your conversations being, for the most part, one-sided, Hank will ask you directly what you are and if you’re some form of eldritch deity. Since you’re an amicable creature he can’t exactly wrap his head around, it’s worth a try.

Although he would like to do so to some degree, he won’t take you with him on missions. It’s his way of saying “I care a great deal about you, I don’t want you to die or worse even if you are capable of defending yourself.” If you really insist on aiding him, he will let you, begrudgingly. But beware that he will have your back. In fact, having you around will give him a greater reason to fight and improve his overall performance. Though, it will also be a major stress factor to him if something were to happen to you, so choose wisely.

"Joel?"

Ellie tightens her grip on her pillow, slowly shuffling into his room until her toes hit the carpet in front of his bed. Despite the lack of light, she can distantly see his eyes shining when he blinks them open, and for once, she is happy he slept with his good ear up. Usually it means he's been having nightmares, but when he reaches for her, his hands are steady.

"Everything okay, baby?"

She allows him to pull her onto the mattress, going down easily and curling up next to him on her side with her pillow pressed to her chest. He hovers for a second, only gently cupping her cheek when she nods, and Ellie can't help the shaky sigh that escapes her when the warmth from his palm sinks into her skin.

"Yeah, just-"

For once, she really is okay, no bad dreams, no panic attacks, no breathless cries making her flee from her bed, she simply snapped awake in the middle of the night with a tight emptiness squeezing all the air out of her lungs. Ignoring it had only increased the urge for something, and it had taken her a while to figure out what the painful longing was searching for, or rather, who.

"Just missed you," Ellie whispers, her eyes fluttering shut when Joel wraps his arms around her, and she wiggles in his grasp until the back of her hands can feel the fluttering beat of his heart, her cheek softly pillowed by his shoulder.

"Missed you too," he murmurs, and with her next breath, sleep drags her back under; her last memory is the tender press of his lips against her hair.

i could not have been the only one that was. extremely disturbed and horrified when i was a kid and was reading the part in point blanc when alex finds out he was drugged and every inch of his body was photographed and studied. and in the show, alex went through the gemini files, saw those pictures and came to the realisation that THAT'S what that terrible fucked up nightmare he had on his first(?) night was. and reading that? seeing that? it was like, wow, this was meant to be a YA series?

george: i mean obviously winning my first race was–

alex: he doesn't stop going on about it

lando: jeez

if life was perfect there would be a tranquility base hotel + casino film. send post.

WIP Wednesday- 10 Apr 2024

Thank you @typicalopposite for the tag!

Was basically useless for the past 5 days due to being sick so I'm still insanely behind schedule for my fic (ahhhh) but here's a bit more from Chapter 1 of my @aroyallybigbangrwrb Tangled fic:

“You want to go outside? Well then, tell me, boy. Do you know why we stay up in this tower?” Her voice is ice-cold, sharp and unforgiving. Oh no. “Yes, I know, but-” “Exactly, to keep you safe and sound, dear. Need I remind you what were the circumstances that brought you to me? For me to take you in and experience the burdens of parenthood once again in my old age? Did you forget what happened to your parents and siblings?” “I-” “You are the most sought out person by all the ruffians, thugs, thieves and scoundrels. The world is a terrifying and dangerous place, you are the very proof of that, and the world will only be much more wicked and cruel towards you. I am the only one you can trust in the universe, but how do you expect me to take care of you out there while still protecting myself? Are you so determined to make this harder for me? How can I protect you, boy, unless you always stay in here?” “But Gran, I’m twenty-three, I can-” “So? You are still but a young boy. Your parents were far older when tragedy struck, and look what happened to them. And might I remind you that-” “But Gran!” Henry cuts off, a risky thing to do, but he’s truly growing desperate. “I can help! I can be different and stronger if you’d just let me try!” She glares daggers at him, and he instinctively shrinks into himself. “Sorry, Gran.”

Yes, excessive paraphrasing of the lyrics of "Mother knows best", this is an AU fic after all 😜But I also threw a line from another Disney song in, see if you can find it!

No pressure tagging @luainthewild @thinkof-england @lfg1986-2 @england-would-fall

banner by my lovely partner artist @havanaroses!

Imagine in season 2 we could have gotten a new version of 'this band is back' but this time it's Julie singing it with the boys!!!!

simply not getting over the fact that GQ published an article (written by a journalist who’s friends with miles, i might add) that starts off with an unnecessarily detailed description of an alleged threesome between miles and alex and a mystery person???

oh, and it’s also the article that used this artwork as its header:

(full article here)

Six/Seven/Some Sentences Sunday, March 24, 2024

Well, hell. May as well schedule this for midnight because who knows what my actual Sunday holds.

Thanks for the tags @getmehighonmagic, @priincebutt, @violetbaudelaire-quagmire, and @hgejfmw-hgejhsf for the tags.

Once again, some sentences from my @aroyallybigbangrwrb fic, (The Only Truth) Everything Comes Back to You:

Henry wakes to the bright morning sunlight streaming into the bedroom through the window, blinking a few times before clamping his lids shut again and turning onto his other side, reaching his hand out when he feels the other side of the bed shift. His mind expects to meet Alex's smooth skin, warmed from the sheets and sun, but instead his fingers meet soft fur and Henry opens his eyes again to find Alex gone, with David having made himself comfortable in the empty space. Henry releases a long sigh, though he's more numb to the disappointment that wants to take root in his chest. It's not the first Saturday he's woken up to an empty bed. Knows it won't be the last. He takes a moment and allows himself to listen for signs Alex is home, but the brownstone is quiet and still, save for the sounds of David stretching beside him.

There's always an open tag, so if you take it please tag me. Also sending gentle, no pressure tags to: @anincompletelist @kiwiana-writes @sparklepocalypse @inexplicablymine @cactusdragon517 @firenati0n @wordsofhoneydew @bigassbowlingballhead @eusuntgratie @affectionatelyrs @heysweetheart-writes @cricketnationrise @faketrex @littlemisskittentoes @onthewaytosomewhere @onward--upward @itsmaybitheway @lizzie-bennetdarcy @cha-melodius @captainjunglegym @read-and-write- @happiness-of-the-pursuit @gayrootvegetable and @lostcol (I'm sure I've probably forgotten some folks that I normally tag, so definitely take the open tag)

When our eyes met, I felt that I was growing pale. A curious sensation of terror came over me. I knew I had come face to face with some one whose mere personality was so fascinating that, if I allowed it to do so, it would absorb my whole nature, my whole soul.

The Picture of Dorian Gray, Oscar Wilde.

This post is something that can actually be so personal and no I am not done talking about it. There's a whole concept behind it and the fucking hair ties are just one way of channeling it but oh boy is it a good one. This works so well with the hair braiding too and i cannot think about it to much or i will spontaneously combust, but I had to so I hope you enjoy the result of it.

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Joel has a hair tie on his wrist because Ellie forgets to take a spare and when the first one breaks or she loses it somehow, he can offer it to her before her hair becomes an annoyance.

He has one because she gives it to him sometimes when they're laying on the couch and her ponytail makes resting her head on a pillow or against his chest uncomfortable. At times she also takes it out simply because her scalp is especially sensitive that day and the constant pull becomes painful after a while. There's always another one in his jacket pocket, too, so when Ellie asks him for braids afterward or allows him to do her hair he isn't limited to simpler styles.

It starts with hair ties in Jackson but there are months of different acts preceding it.

Joel carried whatever he could for her, taking more than necessary sometimes because the slim line of her shoulders being weighed down by her backpack made his heart ache even when he couldn't admit it to himself back then, not at first at least. There are water bottles, sweatshirts she cannot quite fit into hers that day, all of their food, whatever first aid materials he can find, even a spare bar of soap.

Then he starts carrying hair ties once they get to Jackson and suddenly he needs to keep a brush on him, too, and with the brush comes a comb and with the comb comes a hat and with the hat comes a homemade creme he traded for since her hands are uncomfortably dry sometimes (she never said so but he knows her), and after that what started as a small piece of twisted fabric turns into him carry a bag around that is filled with everything his brain thinks Ellie might require at some point. Sure, maybe he is being a little bit overprotective and maybe Tommy jokes about getting him a purse several times, but he can offer her sunscreen and a bottle of water during summer, he gives her gloves and a scarf in winter when she doesn't remember to put them on before leaving, there's always one of her books in a side pocket, too, and as soon as he finds her a new one, her Walkman gets an especially safe place in his bag.

And yes, he fusses over her a little bit too much, maybe even to the point of being smothering sometimes (she always tells him to back off when that happens and he does without complaint), but Ellie grew up utterly alone and without someone to look after her for fourteen years, she deserves to know what it is like to be cared about by someone. Whatever she asks for, whatever she needs, he gives it to her even when she could walk home and come back with the thing in question in less than ten minutes. There's always a snack, a spare sweatshirt in case she gets cold, space for the one she takes off when she gets too warm, a small sketchbook and a pencil both as a distraction and so she can draw whenever she feels like it.

No one pays any attention to it, and while Tommy softly teases him about it from time to time, the smile that blooms on Ellie's face when he quietly gives her something she needs based on nothing but hardwired instincts before the words leave her mouth tells him everything he needs to know.

Joel might not be good with words, but he continues to carry a bag and hands her little pieces of his love time and time again, hoping she can put the puzzle together, hoping she knows.

Ellie does the same, hoping Joel notices it, hoping he knows what it means, that with every time she tells him to rest, every cup of coffee on his nightstand, every night spent in his bed when she wakes to the mere suggestion of a nightmare and brushes them away before they can settle so she can put herself in their place instead, every trashy action movie she borrows from the library for their weekly movie night, every handmade guitar pick she gifts him, every single gesture she does not have to do but does regardless because she wants to, she is saying I love you, too.

They notice, they care, they willing hand over carefully chosen parts of themselves and the puzzle they piece together is one and the same, because paying attention to things is how they show love and it is oh so easy when there is nothing to look at but each other.

it's a 'my heart feels full and fragile and all i want to do for the rest of eternity is read fic about alex and miles finding each other in every possible universe and loving each other in every possible way' kinda night 💔💫

I think people really under estimate just how much I love jack kline

Writing Jefferson as the softer lover, the one doing the most pining and the most feeling and being the most vulnerable yet simultaneously hiding it all behind his....✨idgaf im Thomas mf Jefferson✨ and only being this vulnerable with Hamilton and even then at the slightest hint that Hamilton might pity HIM he has to be indifferent again because "love is for losers" and he doesn't really care as much as he seems to until he's eventually emotionally hurt and has to cope with the fact that Hamilton has done this because he seemingly believed that there was nothing emotional between them because of all of Jefferson's hiding and the only way the can try and salvage what they might be able to have is Thomas finally being honest with himself and Hamilton and telling him how he feels....is so much more satisfying than with Hamilton and idk why.