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toburnup · 1 year

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Okay bestie for the dvd commentary ask- the latest chapter of IYLO!!

"Hm." Steve tilts his head, examines the side of Tommy's face. It's so dark inside the car that he can barely see him, and Tommy looks nervous. Maybe because it's just them.

"Why're you so scared, man?" Steve says softly, watches Tommy swallow in his seat. "You're the one that brought us here."

"Wasn't my idea."

The silence stretches. Steve approaches the line once more. He forgot what it was like to be around someone who can't hurt him, thinks he could squash Tommy if he really wanted to. If he was still that kind of person.

"It's not like Carol ever cared."

"Not about that, no." Tommy says, and Steve slides in. Drunk. He only feels it when he nearly rests his chin on Tommy's shoulder, body warm, the imprint of Meghan's fingers against his chest.

"She thought it was funny when we kissed that time." And the times after that.

Honestly I’m not a great Reader like it takes me a little while to get shit so it took me a while to pick up on HOW much IYLO (ie like… all of it) is Steve working though heavily ingrained homophobia or just accepting the reality of his sexuality and then I went back to reread bc the first time round I was like “oh it’s just friends to lovers” but no there’s like a lot that you bake in to every scene and subtlety I LOVE but that’s all just me fangirling ANYWAY I would love to hear all about your personal thoughts for the implied stommy and fucking around they did and the impact you think it has/had on their (including Carol’s) dynamic, the full extent of what their situation was (if it’s not like.. spoilers for future scenes!) and Tommy’s whole deal in it as well! It’s like 6 am idk if I’m making sense hahaha neway LOVE u love the chapter every email I get telling me you’ve updated is like Christmas!! 💋

ooooh so you're almost having your own slow-burn with IYLO <3 i love it. i'm trying to write it in such a way that it will be a fun one to reread!

and yesss, the stommy of it all. you're not the only person with this question!! i got a comment with a line like 'what the hell is the nature of tommy/carol/steve's relationship' and like. yes. i have not made it clear in the slightest. which is part of the fun, because now we get to talk about all the things lurking beneath the surface!!

it's not a spoiler for things later on, because i think tommy has served his purpose (? i feel mean) in steve's narrative at this point.

iylo meta below the cut. apologies in advance for how messy this is, i'm just writing stream of consciousness:

i've written tommy as bisexual and carol as straight. and as for the dynamic, if they were older and they weren't all toxic about it, i think they would be able to hook up but only in specific situations.

getting ahead of myself. in terms of background, this is what i'm thinking - in high school, the dynamic is tommy attempting to remain close to steve as steve starts breaking free of their familiar mold. steve is clinging to his identity as someone with social power (but in the context of high school politics). and the high school aspect is important because they are young when this is all going down. it's confusing, not clearly defined, and so i don't think they have a cut and dry answer for what their friendship looks like behind closed doors.

steve and tommy were childhood besties, and then in early HS years, tommy gets a gf, starts spending all his time with her. it makes sense that steve ends up tagging along, perhaps bringing whatever girl he's dating. or not. maybe it's just him.

tommy and carol have one of many arguments, and then steve and carol end up drunkenly making out. steve tells tommy later, but surprise surprise, tommy doesn't really care. and carol calls steve a pussy to his face for telling him. it's weird.

steve realizes he's being used (by carol). so. he does what he does best. coaxes tommy into a kiss when it's just the two of them, waits for tommy to bring that back to carol. steve never gets confirmation that he does tell her - carol doesn't let that slip for a long time - but it's something that keeps on happening.

so....... i suppose i have written stommy as being a side effect of a steve and carol power play. but carol is much more invested in maintaining it than steve is (like how she makes out with tommy after having him drive them to ~lookout point~). and that bothers her. because at the end of the day, it's steve who was calling the shots with the three of them. and now he doesn't even care enough to keep doing it.

carol was PISSED at steve prior to chapter 7 (hence the chilly exchange at his birthday party). the double date is a continuation of carol's own mission lol. she tells tommy to call steve up and go on a double date, she picks out the girl. but the flaw here is that steve isn't as 'tuned in' as he was before and doesn't even see that for what it is, and so carol has to throw it in his face. and that's also the big reason steve doesn't have any intention of sleeping with meghan - she's pretty much a pawn in carol's game, and steve fucking her would pretty much be carol fucking steve (sorry meg).

so, yes. i think that's the biggest conflict between carol and steve. carol doesn't give a shit that steve and tommy have this Thing between them, but she hates that tommy listens to steve.

steve and tommy have the foundation of an actual friendship, pre-carol. carol and steve do not have that same foundation. so even though steve is was in control, without tommy, they have nothing.

isn't writing fun?

[fanfiction dvd commentary ask game]

#jfc reading this over like 🤨#but hopefully this makes sense #is your light on #stommy #steve/tommy/carol #reminds self that this is a steddie fic and this is Not The Point #(but it is. all of it is the point. this is all part of how steve became who he is!!)#king steve. may he rest in peace #vio answers #ask game #iylo meta

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wistfulcynic · 7 months

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@optomisticgirl tag-summons me and i answer 😘

Rules: Go to your published works on AO3 and list the first fic you ever published there, the last fic you published, any fic that you wrote for a fandom/ship only once, your favorite fic you wrote in the fandom/ship that has the most works, the fic you wish more people read, the fic you agonized over the most, the fic that sprang fully formed from your mind without any effort, and a work you are proud of—for whatever reason. <3

First fic: Sea Drift, an excruciatingly navel-gazey Killian Jones character study that becomes and almost not bad S3 no-curse mini-fic then dips a toe into an alt S4 before i got tired of it. Part of me almost wants to rewrite the no-curse stuff but as things stand i cannot in good conscience recommend it.

Last fic: On the Side of the World, a Good Omens third season pre-write. This one i can and do recommend. i'm having such a good time writing it. Please read it and validate me with comments

Only once: A World in Lilac Hues, my Pride and Prejudice modern AU. The only P&P fic i will ever write and ironically the most popular fic of mine by several country miles.

Favorite fic from the fandom I've written in most: i am pretty fond of a lot of my CS fics but the edge probably has to go to To Keep It All The Year. Not a Christmas Carol AU but inspired by it, with similar themes and structure and one of my favourite sadboi Killians and beyond a doubt the best ending i've ever written. Consistently the only one of my fics that makes me cry and one that i reread every year.

Fic I wish more people read: On the Side of the World, probably, because it's the current WIP and i love it and frankly the ship has sailed on CS and OFMD. If you don't want to read those it's your loss and i am not the boss of you, sorry you have bad taste in fanfic (this is only partly a joke). But OTSOTW is my current baby and like all parents i am prepared to make strangers admire it by force if necessary.

Fic I agonized over: idk if agonise is really the word but i wrote all the perfect things (that i doubt) for @ohmightydevviepuu and i wanted it to be Just Right for her so i gave it a lot of thought.

Fic that sprang fully formed: do you know why we have the sunflowers i wrote in about an hour. It was just There in my head. (also fave OFMD fic)

Work(s) I'm proud of: listen, i am not modest about my fic and currently not in the mood to be coy about it. i'm proud of all of it, even the rough early stuff and the ones with great big visible flaws. Some of them i would never want to read again but i'm still proud of them because they were part of the journey. Read them or don't, they will continue to be good regardless.

A tag to summon @thisonesatellite @idoltina @iverna @chocolatepot @kmomof4

#profdanglais #fic #fanfic

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madseance · 1 year

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I was tagged by @destinyandcoins to list my current top 5 songs. There was no requirement that I go into excruciating detail about my feelings regarding these songs, but also, notably (perhaps for next time!) no specific prohibition against me doing so. Therefore...

"This Woman's Work" by Kate Bush. I am obsessed with, and yet also slightly hate, this song; I think the first line and hook/chorus are great, but I'm iffy on the rest of it. It feels unfinished. It's also very hard to just casually sing to yourself, which tbh is one of my top criteria for songs. Once in a delirium I got the idea to combine it with the good parts of another song I love-hate, "Glycerine" by the band Bush, but so far I haven't quite been able to make it work. Fun fact + opinion: despite it being written for a movie in which Kevin Bacon's wife nearly dies in childbirth, the actual best ever use of "This Woman's Work" was in the series 2 premiere of The Handmaid's Tale, during the execution scene.

"Spooky Scary Skeletons (Undead Tombstone Remix)" by Andrew Gold. Look. I didn't really get to enjoy Halloween this year because I was suffering from a dissertation. I'm not ready to let go of spooky season just yet. And as I've said before, by all rights spooky season should last through Christmas at least—the Victorians (my best bitches) told ghost stories at Christmas! A Christmas Carol is a ghost story! I'm probably going to reread The Woman in Black for Christmas this year. Anyway. This is obviously a goofy-spooky song (and best enjoyed in the form of Tom BetGeorge's Halloween light show), but it also brings me a lot of joy. For properly spooky music, we turn now to:

"Bottom of the River" by Delta Rae. A bitch loves some Southern Gothic! Delta Rae is a very Fleetwood Mac-esque group in that their songs cover a range of styles depending on which band member is featured, and I am partial to Brittany Hölljes's "witch" songs (whose music videos tell an ongoing story). They're apparently working on a musical(!), so look out for that if you enjoy this piece.

"Silver Springs" by Fleetwood Mac. A bitch ALSO loves mess, and it doesn't get messier than Rumours, perhaps best summed up by John Mulaney as "an album written by and for people cheating on each other." (One of many observations of his that aged poorly!) This live performance from The Dance may be the best version of Stevie Nicks' wistful-scornful breakup anthem, in which it is clear Lindsey Buckingham truly will "never break away from the sound of the woman that loved you". I distinctly remember first hearing Stevie do this on VH-1's Storytellers, which she verifiably didn't, but I chalk that up to her being a witch. My memory is fine! Get off of my lawn.

Superliminal soundtrack by Matt Christensen. Yeah, I'm putting a whole album on here; arrest me. I have not personally played Superliminal because I have a decade-old MacBook that would burst into flames if I even thought about it, but I watched a playthrough of it while doing my master's degree and got really emotional about the ending. (Yes, it is a puzzle game.) The soundtrack is my go-to for background work music now, and if you also enjoy it, you can buy it directly here. I also strongly recommend playing the game if you can (or else watching a no-commentary playthrough), though if you're really pressed for time, you can also watch the devs react to a 23-minute speedrun.

I don't know who to tag in these, but if you wanna do it, just do it; the police can't stop you.

#tag games #music #fynn posts

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mateodoodle · 1 year

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Do you have any OCs? feel free to talk about them if you do

What was the first piece of media you engaged with on the internet? Are you still interested in it?

What's something you made or did that you're proud of?

What's something that made you smile this month?

I have a few! Both are my dnd characters from different campaigns. A couple irl friends from one campaign follow me so i wont talk about Wil much but Yevga is my full-orc barbarian character and I love them so much!!! When they were a kid, their favorite rock (shaped like a bunny) was "lost" in the fae realm and when it vanished they conencted it to a loss of innocence that came with the trauma of all the fucked up stuff that happened on the same day. They finally got the rock-bunny back but are really torn up abt it not restoring that childhood innocence and happiness so they shaved their head with their greataxe and gave themselves a couple stick n poke tattoos. They used to try and be really cheerful to make up for the fact that they're really sad and scared all the time, but they're letting that go now. Yevga's siblings are a half Yuan-Ti/half elf, a half orc/half elf, and a half Yuan-Ti/half orc (or snorc, short for snake-orc) and they all have races that live much longer than full orcs so Yevga's really afraid of dying and leaving them behind

I think my first media I engaged with on the internet (don't quote me on thos my memory is VERY bad) was Percy Jackson and the Olympians. As I'm very VERY excited for thr show, I'm not just still interested in it, I will also interact with art/fics/info abt the series whenever I stumble across it, though I'm not actively seeking it out

I'm proud of every fic I published on AO3 (ImANerdAndLikeToRead) and piece of writing I've done for a class! It's shocking actually, that so little of my writing makes me feel bad about my skill since I'm generally a very self-depricative person, especially when I first started writing fics, but I poured so much love into each fic that I can't help but reread them amd think "damn... This author is great!" And it's me! It helps that I've only taken writing classes abt things I really enjoy, like short story writing or Slavic Folklore (I wrote a 1.7k fic that was ASSIGNED FOR CLASS about a werecat movie I watched in class... Bonkers)

Right before the end of the semester, I went caroling w my choir around campus. I don't do Christianity and i'm not even that big on Christmas and mostly celebrate it because my family does, but the carols are so fun and there's something so joyful about caeoling in particular that makes me feel like I'm overflowing with happiness :¬> strangers fuckin LOVE impromptu Carol of the Bells and I love to sing it, so being surrounded by dozens of strangers who took time out of their day to listen to me and my friends sing and then raucously applaud afterward... It goes to my head a little and I couldn't help but grin like a madman

Thank you so much for asking! I don't even remember if this was part of an ask game or just a fun lil reach out but I really enjoyed it! I didn't mean to take so long to answer but I was thinkin really hard abt my responses

#asks #long post #oops...#cipher-fresh

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contre-qui · 3 years

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Tag 9 people to learn about their interests.

I was tagged by: @just-a-cup-of-anxietea (I'm sure you already knew, but this just really highlights how indecisive I am!)

MUSIC

Fave genre? Pop rock/pop punk usually (but a little bit of everything)

Fave artist? It's hard to pick one but I really love Patrick Wolf and Dolly Parton

Fave song? Again so hard to pick but probably "The Magic Position" by Patrick Wolf

Most listened song recently? "Coming Home" by Leon Bridges

Song currently stuck in your head? "Rhiannon" by Fleetwood Mac and "Vengo Dalla Luna" by Måneskin

5 fave lyrics? (Why is this so hard???)

Hear the Salvation Army band./Down by the riverside/Bound to be a better ride/Than what/you've got planned./Carry your gun in your hand./Look around,/Leaves are brown,/And the sky is a hazy shade of winter. ("Hazy Shade of Winter" - yes the Gerard Way/Ray Toro version from Umbrella Academy let me live)

I hear her voice in the mornin' hour, she calls me/The radio reminds me of my home far away/Drivin' down the road, I get a feelin'/That I should've been home yesterday ("Take Me Home, Country Roads" by John Denver)

If the children don't grow up,/Our bodies get bigger but our hearts get torn up./We're just a million little gods causin' rain storms, turnin' every good thing to/Rust.I guess we'll just have to adjust ("Wake Up" by Arcade Fire)

Just beyond your limits/Find the new frontier/I live in the darkness/It's dark in here ("Dark In Here" by The Mountain Goats)

BOOKS

Fav book genre? Sci fi/fantasy

Fave writer? Neil Gaiman, Audre Lorde, Ray Bradbury, Lev Grossman, Markus Zusak, Mary Shelley, and probably more but that would take a long list

Fave book? I simply cannot pick a favorite. But a selection includes: Zami: A New Spelling of My Name by Audre Lorde, American Gods by Neil Gaiman, The Martian Chronicles by Ray Bradbury, The Magicians by Lev Grossman, Wicked by Gregory Maguire, An Unkindness of Ghosts by Rivers Solomon, and the list goes on and on and on

Fave book series? The Magicians Trilogy by Lev Grossman

Comfort book? The Graveyard Book by Neil Gaiman

Rainy day book? Probably poetry actually

Fave characters? Julia Wicker from The Magicians, Elphaba Thropp from Wicked, Crowley from Good Omens... Probably some others but I don't really imprint on book characters as much as I do on the books themselves.

5 quotes from your fave books?

"Aye. You gender-malcontent. You otherling," she said [...]. "Me too. I am a boy and a girl and a witch all wrapped into one strange, flimsy, indecisive body. Do you think my body couldn't decide what it wanted to be?"

"I think it doesn't matter because we get to decide what our bodies are or are not, " he answered.

[...] "Is that so? Then I am magic. I say it, therefore it is true," she said. (An Unkindness of Ghosts by Rivers Solomon)

[...] for each of us encounters the Lady on the Grey at the end of our days, and there is no forgetting her. (The Graveyard Book by Neil Gaiman)

Most people are blind to magic. They move through a blank and empty world. They’re bored with their lives, and there’s nothing they can do about it. They’re eaten alive by longing, and they’re dead before they die. (The Magicians by Lev Grossman)

He lingered at the door, and said, "The Lion wants courage, the Tin Man a heart, and the Scarecrow brains. Dorothy wants to go home. What do you want?" [...]

She couldn't say forgiveness, not to Liir. She started to say "a soldier," to make fun of his mooning affections over the guys in uniform. But realizing even as she said it that he would be hurt, she caught herself halfway, and in the end what came out of her mouth surprised them both.

She said, "A soul-" (Wicked by Gregory Maguire)

Night after night we had talked until dawn in this room about language and poetry and love and the good conduct of living. Yet we were strangers. (Zami: A New Spelling of My Name by Audre Lorde)

TV AND MOVIES

Fave tv/movie genre? Sci fi/fantasy and comedy

Fave movie? Lord of the Rings or Terry Pratchett's The Hogfather

Comfort movie? The Dark Crystal, The Parent Trap (1998), The Neverending Story, Legally Blonde, The Princess Diaries, The Hunchback of Notre Dame, The Last Unicorn

Movie you watch every year? Hocus Pocus, The Hogfather, Lord of the Rings (the whole trilogy), and The Muppets' A Christmas Carol

Fave tv show? Doctor Who (earlier reboot seasons specifically)

Comfort tv show? The IT Crowd

Most rewatched tv show? Doctor Who

5 fave characters? Donna Noble (Doctor Who), Chidi Anagonye (The Good Place), Maurice Moss (IT Crowd), Eliot Waugh (The Magicians [the show]), and Susan (The Hogfather)

Tagging (no pressure!): @nr-studies @mymessystudyblr @magnusacademia and anyone else who'd like to do this!

#contrespeaks #about me #tag 9 people #tag games #grace*#friends #bookblr #book recs #personal

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neil-neil-orange-peel · 2 years

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👻 !!

Have you written holiday-themed fics? If yes, which is your fave? If not, what’s one holiday you’d want to write for, and which character(s) would the fic be for?

Hello! Thanks for the ask. ❤️ I have written holiday-themed fics!

I wanted to write Punks and Princesses for Halloween 2019, but started it waaaay too late for it to be done in time and then didn't finish it until July 2020. 😂 I'm not sure if the quality of the writing would make me feel a little ehhhh now if I reread it, but I think it's probably the most chaotic and weird of my TYO fics so I like that about it. It's really hard to capture the craziness of TYO without a visual medium, and I'm certainly not saying that P&P does that exactly... I just think it has some of the vibe. Plus Rivyan. 😂

Actually, @xgardensinspace once made cover art for P&P for Issue #8 of Scumbag Monthly, and I'm still dying over that. 😭❤️

As for Christmas... Welp. I wrote A Turnip Shaped Like... A Lentil? for @colourshot-draws for the Scumbag Secret Santa we did in 2020. It's a Young Ones/Dangerous Brothers/Blackadder crossover and I kinda like how surreal it is, although I think it's catering to a very niche audience. 😂 Blackadder fandom, you are so small!

However, my big fat Christmas fic (primarily a TYO fic but with a lot of self indulgent crossovers) is A Bastard's Carol. My baby. 😂 I first had the idea to parody A Christmas Carol with TYO at some point in late 2019, and managed to post the first two parts over the 2019/20 Christmas period before putting it on the back burner to prepare for my looming A Levels... Needless to say, that didn't go to plan. ABC was one of my main creative projects for 2020 and I finally finished it just after Christmas. It's the longest fic I've ever written (61,587 words according to ao3 😱) and I've got more stories planned for the ABC universe, so to speak I realise calling it that is super pretentious. At some point, I am planning to go through the entire fic and edit it - not the plot, just correcting grammatical stuff and killing off most of those bloody adverbs! Just improving it best I can because, as I said, ABC is my baby. 😂

The only other holiday themed fic I can think of is Penny for the Prick, which I wrote for Issue #9 of Scumbag Monthly. That one was for Bonfire Night and involves the guys parading Rick around in a Guy Fawkes mask for money. I like the comparison between wet autumn leaves and cornflakes, but it's probably not the best written thing in the world.

And... Yeah, I think they're my only holiday fics. Which is my favourite? A Bastard's Carol, hands down. I've just spent so much time and effort on it; I'm proud of it, flaws and all. ☺️

I'm not really sure what any potential Easter fic would contain (apart from, most likely, the Easter Bunny who visits on June 12th). I wrote something for the Dangerous Brothers with a brief link to Bonfire Night once, and I could maybe see myself writing about them on Bonfire Night properly, but nothing else really leaps to mind. If anyone fancies a crack at a Christmas fic for The New Statesman, that's something I'd be thoroughly intrigued to read. I could see it being quite cynical.

Thanks again for the ask! ❤️

#asks #madcapbasterd #fanfic #punks and princesses #a turnip shaped like... a lentil?#a bastard's carol #penny for the prick

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fictionadventurer · 3 years

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Christmas Tree Reading List

One of my favorite things about the Christmas season is reading books next to the Christmas tree. Only certain styles of books provide the ideal experience. Old-fashioned and cozy is excellent. Mystery and/or peril is good, but it needs to be the kind where everything turns out okay in the end. A Christmas setting or scene can be nice, but not necessary--too much of or the wrong kind of Christmas atmosphere can disqualify it from the list for me.

Here’s my list (so far) of what I’m looking forward to reading next to the tree this year.

Sense and Sensibility: I’ve got about a third of the book left to reread, and i’m so excited to read the rest of it by the tree. Sister-focused Jane Austen has an excellent vibe for this setting.

Little Women: It starts with a Christmas scene and I first read it at Christmastime, so it’s always associated with December for me. I’m in the mood to finally reread it this year.

The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe: I started a reread in September, but got distracted before finishing. Cozy children’s fantasy classic provides the perfect tree atmosphere, so it’ll be good motivation to finish. (And I may move on to A Horse and His Boy).

Letters from Father Christmas by J.R.R. Tolkien: For obvious reasons. Will reread around Christmas Eve.

“The Flying Stars” by G.K. Chesterton. Mandatory Boxing Day reread.

Land of Hills and Valleys by Elizabeth Grace Foley. It’s set in summer, but there’s something about the 1920s Western setting and the mild suspense plot that make me think it’ll be perfect for this list.

Entwined by Heather Dixon. This one is more of a looking-forward-to-December mood for me, but I reread a bit of the beginning a while ago and may want to finish it up. (Though the Christmas and fantasy parts seem almost a little too overpowering to read right next to the tree? Like it would be Christmas overload. It feels more like a book to read in a different room while you can peek out at the tree).

One Way or Another by Kara McDowell. Mildly fantastical contemporary Christmas romance. I have it from the library and it seems like the perfect level of Christmas-ness.

Other good tree books that I probably won’t get to this year.

A Christmas Carol. On the list for obvious reasons.

Shoofly Pie by Tim Downs. I first inhaled this book over Christmas break, so it’ll always have Christmas associations for me. The mystery’s a bit on the intense side, but it has enough of the everything-turns-out-okay atmosphere to work.

A Little Princess. I got it as a Christmas gift as a kid. Perfect level of cozy historical classic.

Grimm’s Fairy Tales. I got a copy as a Christmas gift. By the tree is the perfect place to read a tale or two.

I can’t decide if Hans Christian Andersen tales are good tree-reading. His brand of twee Victoriana could fit in nicely, and some of the more depressing stories could gain a more cheery glow in a Christmas-lit atmosphere. But this is a very subjective list and I’m not quite sure if it feels right. Hans is a very present voice in his stories and I think he might be too overpowering to provide the right atmosphere.

Caddie Woodlawn. I found it at a thrift store. I’ve never read it, but children’s historical about daily life is an ideal tree genre. I may get to it.

How Far Is It to Bethlehem: The Plays and Poetry of Frances Chesterton. Gilbert’s wife wrote tons of Christmas plays! The ones I’ve read are adorable, if a bit tooth-achingly twee at times. I may read a piece of it this year (especially the essay--wow, does that prove that Chesterton married the right woman!), but I doubt I’ll get to all of it.

Please, feel free to add on your own Christmastime reading lists or to suggest books!

#christmas #books #reading #man i just cannot wait to read sense and sensibility in the christmas tree glow #i think i'm going to do that right now

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captainelsaeverdeen · 4 years

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I like me better when I’m with you.

Okay so! I never considered writing on this blog, but I just had the cutest idea e v e r and I decided to do something about it. I used to write a lot but I stopped to publish anything years ago. Maybe it’s time to come back. Who knows! For now I just wanted to see if someone would like it! English is not my first language so pretty, pretty please forgive me if you find any mistakes :(

summary: based on ‘To All The Boys I Loved Before’. Y/N Henderson used to be in love a couple of times. This time she’s sure it’s something bigger, something serious. Her love for Jonathan Byers is unlimited, untamed and endless. At least she thought so. You can read Part 2 Here.

We knew that it was wrong. That he was betrothed to my best friend. But if this isn’t what he wanted then why did he come to the field of desire? It was faded, that we should meet like this. So when his lips touch my neck to put a gentle kiss on it…

“Mom asks you to wash the dishes” Dustin was standing in the doorway of your room, smiling silly. He presented his full teeth with pride, moving his eyebrows in a funny way. “It’s not my turn” you said and slowly turned over a page of book your brother interrupted you from reading. “Yours, if you’re planning on going out with Nancy and Jonathan today” he shrugged his shoulders innocently. “Excuse me?” you turned your head so fast that your neck hurt. “Says who?”

“Says me. You forced me to vacuum last week when I wanted to go to the arcade, but it was your turn. So if you don’t want to be late, you better hurry” “I hate you” you sighned putting the book down. You ran you fingers through the cover of it with two lovers, leaning towards each other just before the kiss. Dustin was still standing in the doorway.

“Do they not mind when you are going to their dates?” He asked suddenly. “They don’t call it ‘dates’ when I’m with them. They have time for each other, but we’re still friends. Just because they’re together doesn’t mean… that I’ll stop being their friend” you said. “Whatever you say. I think that’s weird. Totally weird. I wouldn’t want to take Mike or Lucas or Will if I wanted to meet my girl”. “No one asked for your opinion, you abominable little shit!” you screamed going to the kitchen, aggressively putting plates in the sink. They didn’t deserve such terrible treatment, but Dustin was right. It was weird. Weird as fuck.

After the infamous party at Tina’s last Halloween night, when Nancy broke up with Steve Harrington, and rumours about them didn’t go silent for a good month she and Jonathan became extremely close. You always spent time with them separately. When Nancy and her boyfriend wanted to be alone, you would watch movies on the couch at Joyce Byers’ house. When Jonathan promised Will to take him for a ride in the car listening to The Clash, Nancy combed your hair as Donna Summer filled her room with her songs. But after Halloween, everything changed. Nancy started sitting between you and Jonathan as you guys were watching ‘The Shining’ with a bowl of popcorn. And Jonathan knew ‘I Feel Love’ by heart, although he hated Donna Summer. Something was wrong. Something was diffrent.

By Christmas, everyone was sure that Jonathan and Nancy started dating. They spent Christmas Eve together and then announced their relationship to you together. And that’s not when your heart started beating faster when you saw him. Not when they were holding hands, not when they kissed every time before the car started from the driveway when they came to your house. Not until Nancy Wheeler took your seat on the couch at Joyce’s house. It wasn’t until then that something unimaginable, something wrong happened, something that should never have happened. You started to have, a little, small, tiny crush on your best friend.

And it wasn’t that you were jealous of Nancy. She was a great girl, smart and deserving of a wise, loving boy, which Jonathan was. But the heart is a treacherous tool. You could leave it with a cat for a month, thinking everything would be all right, and when you get back, you’d find that it threw it out the window. Because it can never be trusted. Admitting your feelings was not an option. You could lose Nancy or Jonathan. Well, Robin and Dustin would still be staying by your side, of course, but losing someone close hurts too much. Too much to be dealt with by an organ that throws the cat out the window. So smiling is okay, pretending everything’s okay is okay. As long as no one guesses and stupid feelings go away.

Not for the first time, right?

“Y/N, honey, what are you still doing here? Jonathan’s here” Mom came to the kitchen. “Ask the youngest” you rolled my eyes and kissed her on the cheek, running out of the house. Nancy pressed the alarm button a couple of times, dropping the window on the passenger side. “I don’t think you’re so excited to see Jason Voorhees for the fourth time since you’re two minutes late” she said, putting her wrist with the watch on it out the window.

“Maybe if my brother weren’t such a troublesome goddamn gremlin, you guys wouldn’t have to wait for so long” you fastened your belt and smiled at Jonathan. “Tell me about it” Nancy rolled her eyes. Her hand was clenching on Jonathan’s hands, their intertwined fingers were on his thigh. He was probably just letting her go to change gear, to grab her hand back, wanting to touch her. You smiled slightly to yourself. “I’m a little offended” you hit the back of Nancy’s chair a little bit. “You questioned my love for Jason, knowing he’s the man of my dreams. I wouldn’t miss this movie now or ever”.

“Man, you have a strange taste in men” Jonathan twisted his head.

Oh boy, if you only knew.

“Who’s gonna pick them for you when I’m out of college?” Nancy said quietly. When you were a year younger than them, you had to reckon they would be gone soon, but the thought still was terrible. You opened the window and put my hand out, feeling the cold wind on your fingers. “Robin’s doing great” you smiled. “She likes Michael Myers”.

“I’m begging you. He’s not even half as terrible as Freddie” Jonathan rolled his eyes. “Yeah, and my father is Stephen King” you snorted. Nancy smiled a little. “And Robin’s driving terribly” Jonathan got ripped off. “Whatever my life depends on it, I’d rather give my car to Carol Perkins, she can at least turn around.

“I gotta get off so you two can both stop making fun of her?” “Oh no. We don’t want Jason to get you here… on a dark road… near the woods…” Nancy wiped out and turned to you with her hands ready to attack. You hit her hands to turn around so she didn’t even think to touch or tickle you. “You can ride with me” Jonathan shrugged his arm. “I like Robin, but your life is in danger when she’s behind the wheel. I’m not going anywhere yet.”

There it was. The stomach’s fickles, the heat on your cheeks and the smile and the awful awareness of how wrong it was. How inappropriate and how unfair it was to Nancy, who sat so close to you, that she could count your moles if she turned around. But before she even thought about him, he was yours. Not exactly, of course. But when Will went missing, he didn’t turn to her for help first. He wasn’t at her door in the middle of the night, rambling about how his mom is getting crazy. He was always a lonely ship drifting in the dark sea, and you were his anchor, which drifted in time to hold him.

Well, once Jason had killed everyone he was supposed to kill, and for most of the movie, Jonathan and Nancy spent most of the time giggling and whispering to each other, after looking at their inseparably intertwined hands, it was time to go home.

It’s not that you wanted to steal your best friend’s boyfriend. You were super happy for Nancy. She deserves a great guy like Jonathan. So it was time for another letter. Fifth, if you believe your stupid heart. “How’s the movie?” Dustin asked when I walked by his room. He was only wearing one sock and reading a comic book. “Didn’t you faint from the excess corn syrup blood?”

“I’m not you” you showed him your tongue. “I didn’t forget about the dishes!” “Oh, you did! The pan is still dirty!” Dustin screamed, but I already locked the door to my room and sat at my desk, hiding my face in my hands. After a few awfully long seconds and listening to the bang of an owl outside the window, I pulled the card out of the drawer looking for a black pen.

Dear Jonathan Byers…

These letters are your biggest secret. You weren’t going to send the letter, it was just for you to understand how you were feeling. But really, you guess it was mainly about how sometimes you imagined what it would’ve been like if you’d realized how you felt about them sooner. To all of them. There are five of them: Chris from summer camp, Stanley from the homecoming, Ralph from the neighborhood who lived across the street for just three months, Steve Harrington from high school, and Jonathan.

You’ve seen Chris once in you life, for two weeks in the riverside forest. Stanley was the only one who asked you to dance, seeing you sitting alone on a bench. Ralph moved into Hawkins a few years ago, but his parents decided to go back to Florida. Steve… well, he became quite a different person when you went to high school. And Jonathan… Jonathan is still an infinite chapter. A chapter in book that’s too beautiful to finish reading it early.

You write a letter when you have a crush so intense that you don’t know what else to do. Rereading your letters reminds you of how powerful your emotions can be, how all-consuming. You hide them between the vinyls on a shelf above the bed, where no one will ever find them. Robin would say you’re being dramatic, but drama can be fun…

“What are you doing?” Dustin asked suddenly, entering the room without knocking. “Nothing” you smiled, covering the unfinished part of the letter with your elbow. “Your room is a mess” brother looked around. “And listen, about that pan-”

“Good night, Dustin. I hope you will be dreaming of something nice” you smiled sweetly, showing him the way out. It wasn’t until he left that you finished pouring your feelings onto the paper that you put the letter into the envelope, addressed it and put it between the vinyl, where there were four similar envelopes. Each one was for another boy, who would always be a part of you.

Yeah, drama can be fun. Just as long nobody else knows about it.

“So you’re telling me” Robin stopped halfway down the track. She didn’t care about getting a pass at the PE, anyway, you too. The coach sent you an indulgent look, and your friend just shrugged her shoulders. The other girls ran past you, rubbing your shoulders, but besides that, they didn’t pay much attention to you. “That they were on another date, taking you with them again? Why don’t you just say no to them?”

“I don’t know” Robin groaned and grabbed her side. “What’s going on?” “My body reacts badly to physical effort” she muttered and sat on the treadmill, pulling her legs out. “Some running won’t hurt you” Becky Miller snorted, running alongside us. “Running is humiliating” Robin didn’t even look at her. “Dude, you have to stop this. Every fucking time you come to me and tell me how badly you’re feeling, you’re the one who’s responsible for it. Tell him finally how you feel. Nothing’s gonna happen. There will be no earthquake. The aliens won’t find their way to Earth. And you will finally fall asleep and free yourself from that strange triangle”.

“I don’t want it to be weird between us” you shruged your shoulders.”If I push them off, I’ll start losing them. They’ll find that the two of us are actually better off and… forget how cool it used to be.”

“That’s why relationships sucks” Robin moaned and grabbed your hand. Coach had already started walking towards us, but he was still far away. “But hey… Nancy is your friend. Jonathan is your friend. They care about you. They love you. Maybe not as much as I do, but they do. You don’t have to worry. Everything’s gonna be okay, just… just don’t let it break you. Okay?”

“Okay” you smiled. Robin smiled too and turned her back, frowning her eyebrows. “What’s Harrington doing here? He’s all sweaty and, oh, my God, he looks gross, but shouldn’t he have basketball practice now?”

“Hey, Henderson!” Steve has spoken to you. You lifted your head and swallowed. Steve hasn’t talked to you since you guys were thirteen. Damn thirteen. “On a scale from one to ten, how bad this looks like?” you asked when your hands started shaking. “I’m hovering somewhere in the high thirties” Robin responded quietly, standing up. “Me?” you made sure and Steve nodded his head. His hair was in terrible disarray, but although it was wet and stuck to his forehead, it still looked impressive. He wasn’t angry or upset, which was good, but… but he didn’t look happy either.

“If you need me, I’ll be in the nurse’s office” Robink winked and walked away. “Look, I just wanted to say that I really…” Steve licked his lips and wiped his forehead with the palm of his hand. What the hell was going on here. “Goddamn, this is the first time I’ve been in situation like this… I appreciate it, but it’s never gonna happen”.

“I’m sorry, what?” You asked. Why did Robin have to leave? Why did she have to leave you? “From what I remember that kiss was hot, you know, for being in seventh grade” Steve said slowly, leading the eye somewhere outside of you, just to avoid looking you in the eye. “And I think it’s really cool you think I have golden specks in my eyes. And that my hair is gorgeous. But this is a strange moment for me… I just broke up with Nancy, you know… Becky is… she’s fine, she seems fine. I may not be ready at all…”

You stopped listening to him and looked at his hands. You don’t know what you expected, maybe they will shake as much as yours, but no. He was holding the envelope. A white, slightly old envelope, with his name written with your writing. With your pen. And your hand.

“At first I thought it was just Dustin’s stupid joke, but that dipshit probably doesn’t even know how to write…” Steve kept on talking, but your mind was somewhere else. It went all the way from school to your house, tossing the whole room in it’s memory, wondering hhow did the letters get in sight. How did they even reach the people they were never supposed to reach?

“I don’t want to be an asshole, and I certainly don’t want you… I don’t know, to feel bad about it, but…” Steve’s voice was drilling into your brain, and your stomach started to shrink painfully. Maybe it’d have managed, if it wasn’t for the fact that Jonathan was just going to the pitch, and he also was holding the envelope.

Oh, no.

#steve harrington imagine #steve harringotn #jonathan byers imagine #jonathan byers #steve harrington x reader #stranger things #stranger things imagine

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sarcasmisalifechoice · 3 years

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Tagged by the ICONIC @jackredfieldwasmyjacob

Tag 9 people to learn more about their interests!

MUSIC

fav genre? Rock!

fav artist? New Model Army

fav song? Dancing In The Moonlight (It's Caught Me In It's Spotlight) - Thin Lizzy

most listened song recently? Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy - The Andrews Sisters

song currently stuck in your head? Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy - The Andrews Sisters

5 fav lyrics?

Do you owe so much less to these rain swept hills / Than you owe to your good self?

And I love you now like I love you always ever / Yeah, kissing in the dark like a couple of kids

I got a face of gold, I got a heart of coal / But baby, that's my cross to bear

And the only gifts from my Lord were a birth and a divorce / But I've read this script and the costume fits, so I'll play my part

Cuando sales por la puerta / Pienso que no vuelves nunca / Y si no te agarro fuerte / Siento que será mi culpa

BOOKS

fav book genre? Fantasy

fav writer? Oscar Wilde

fav book? The Hobbit, Or There And Back Again by J.R.R. Tolkien

fav book series? Lord of the Rings by J.R.R. Tolkien

comfort book? Chasing Daisy by Paige Toon

perfect book to read on a rainy day? Nada by Carmen Laforet

fav characters? Samwise Gamgee, Adam Parrish, Lizzy Bennet & Éowyn

5 quotes from your fav book that you know by heart?

So comes snow after fire, and even dragons have their endings.

May the wind under your wings bear you where the sun sails and the moon walks.

Where there's life there's hope

If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.

The road goes ever on and on

TV AND MOVIES

fav tv/movie genre? Fantasy/history

fav movie? Gangs of New York (2002) dir. Martin Scorsese

comfort movie? Strictly Ballroom (1992) dir. Baz Lurrhman

movie you watch every year? The Muppets Christmas Carol (1992) dir. Brian Henson

fav tv show? The Get Down

comfort tv show? Schitt's Creek

most rewatched tv show? Archer

ultimate otp? Patrick Brewer X David Rose (Schitt's Creek)

5 fav characters?

James McGraw/Captain Flint (Black Sails)

Dorothy Shaw (Gentlemen Prefer Blondes)

Alexis Rose (Schitt's Creek)

Conchita (The Devil Is A Woman)

Jax Teller (Sons of Anarchy)

Tagging @longlive-allthememories @kindaemotionalkindaemotionless @angel-spices @little-panem @bisexual-katharine-hepburn @rachiller plus I'm taking 3 off cause u got to la ganga first

#this took me so LONG #here it is tho #tagged

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phoenixrisesoncemore · 4 years

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Index Post (updated 11.12.20)

So, I feel like some housekeeping is in order. Hence: an Index Post!

I have this organized into three main categories: Tolkien, The Untamed, and Other (film, art, books, games, life, etc.). Items are ordered from oldest to newest. The number of asterisks indicates length. “[reblog+]” indicates that the original post is not my own, but I added thoughts with a reblog (because I’m bad with Tumblr etiquette). Ultra short pieces are grouped near the bottom of each section.

Post links below the cut.

Additionally! I also have almost 100 in-progress posts in my drafts. I need to finish some, but I think at this point I need some guidance on where to go next, once I finish project 1 and write 3 more prompt ficlets. This is where you come in! I’d like to open my ask box up to reader suggestions on what to work on next. Go to THIS POST for a list of upcoming posts to choose from.

Tolkien Meta

"The Magic Ring” (On my favorite piece at Maker of Middle-earth) *

Reckoning Nothing of Wizardry or War (On my favorite line in LotR) *

Tolkien and the Far Tree (thoughts on Letter #96) *

Whom Morgoth Made (on the first mention of Sauron in the Primary World) *

When the Far Tree Becomes Near [reblog+] *

How to Destroy Your Enemies and Influence People (more Sauron, this time regarding Numenor) **

The Inverted Mountain (On the moment Frodo claims the Ring. Sauron-centric) *

IANAL but... (on Parma Eldalamberon 17) *

Fixation and Attachment Can Lead to Missing Fingers *

J.R.R.T.: A Film Portrait of J.R.R. Tolkien *

Sauron’s Canonically Pretty Handwriting [reblog+] *

The Little House of Lost Play **

The Changing Depictions of Sauron in Tolkien Art *

The Whole Damn Thing Is Fallen (The Problem of Evil; also Tolkien) **

The Whole Damn Thing Is Fallen: part 2 (same as above plus cosmology) ***

Ordering Reality (How Sauron and Tolkien were both Conlangers) *

Subcreative Aspects As Split Between the Ainur [reblog+] *

Valie Evolution, Varda and Nienna, and Marian Imagery [reblog+] ***

The Ring of Barahir and Snake Imagery [reblog+] *

Gandalf, Perspective, Humor, and Humility [reblog+] ***

LotR on Prime Tidbits: 1 | 2

25 Year Reread: 1 | 2 | 3

The Untamed (Chen Qing Ling/Mo Dao Zu Shi) Meta

But Whose Deontology? (early thoughts about moral tension between wangxian while first watching The Untamed) ***

Episode 45: Image and the Second Flutist *

Jiang Cheng, Golden Cores, and Goodness [reblog+] **

LWJ and WWX in Love [reblog+] **

Feels, Feels, Feels (thoughts on LWJ, WWX, and The Song) **

WWX, Drinking, and Consent [reblog+] **

Sharing Your Childhood (personal recollections on why WWX showing LWJ around Lotus Pier spears me through the heart) *

It’s a Hard World for Good Things (thoughts on goodness, metaphysics, and epistemology in the world of CQL/MDZS) ***

More About WWX and Image [reblog+] *

Immortal Together? *

CQL and Flowers [reblog+] **

Replacement Scenes [reblog+] *

Oblivious (personal reflections on one of the reasons I identify so much with Wei Wuxian) *

Lotus Seed Pod Bouquet *

How LWJ Got His Broken Leg *

MDZS/CQL RPG Thoughts ***

WWX and Wen Yuan: Orphans in Yiling *

What if Mo Xuanyu knew Wangxian?**

Untamed Tidbits: Episode 46: WWX and JC | Is Benevolence Arrogance | LSZ is a Good Boi | Censorship and Fan Ethics | Emperor’s Smile [reblog+] | MDZS ch99 | Yi City | CQL vs MDZS actors | On the Most Impractical Way of Carrying Your Sword | In Love [reblog+] | LQR Qi-deviates | Villainous Friends | Ethical/Sexual Tension | Lan Clan Principles Swap [reblog+] | Backwards and in Heels | Masks | Voice Actors [reblog+] | An Untamed Carol {reblog+] | CSSR, LQR, Mothers and sons [reblog+] | That Bed Carving [reblog+] | The Undead Are a Fact of Life | LWJ’s Self-branding [reblog+] | Wangxian Lullaby

Untamed/MDZS Art and Fic

50 Kisses Prompt 1 (ficlet)

50 Kisses Prompt 2 (ficlet/portion of larger unfinished 1929 Untamed AU)

50 Kisses Prompt 3 (ficlet)

1929 Untamed AU art: Drawing | WIP color

Drawtober 2020: single post compilation | all posts

Wangxian Lotus picking art: WIP Sketch for painting

Other Stuff About Life and Loves

The Poet of Prague (a short summary of the life and work of my favorite photographer, Joseph Sudek) *

The Five Toys I Never Had (Christmas silliness and nostalgia) **

The New Motive Power (the strangest moment in Spiritualism) **

Wrighting, Writing, and Righting *

In Her Honor (on how my grandmother gave me a precious gift) **

The Magnus Archives ep 116: Automata *

Automata Again *

On Indescribable Wow (thoughts on the moments when the world-machine is exposed) *

The Feast of the Annunciation at 35,000ft (musings on panic disorder, x-men/Phoenix, Tolkien: Maker of Middle-earth, and the power of stories) ****

Gazing Past The Valacirca: Happy Birthday Hubble **

Tidbits: Portrait of Adele [reblog+] | Things My Husband Has Said to Me: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | Met Opera Grumpiness | It’s a Hard World for Little Things | Grosseteste’s De Luce |

#index post #pinned #housekeeping

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stevenismyboy · 4 years

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I like me better when I’m with you.

This fic was posted first on my main blog which is captainelsaeverdeen. I started my own blog only for my imagines and I moved all my work from there to here. hope you guys would enjoy my work! <3

Not for the first time, right?

“Man, you have a strange taste in men” Jonathan twisted his head.

Oh boy, if you only knew.

Dear Jonathan Byers…

Yeah, drama can be fun. Just as long nobody else knows about it.

Oh, no.

Taglist: @krazykatkay @mochminnie @ghostineleven @the-almond-dinger @sydzygy @queen1054

#steve harrington #steve harrington imagine #jonathan byers #jonathan byers imagine #steve harrington x reader #stranger things #stranger things imagine

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ineffablegoodhusbandsomens · 4 years

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You can ignore this if you want. I just wanted to go on a positive rant about the Good Omens book, and how fucking great it is and why

After reading Good Omens (cover to cover) 5 times in 6 months, back to back, I can honestly say, it’s my second favorite book of all time, beat only by Fahrenheit 451 (which is just an utterly fantastic book). I had decided to buy the book for myself last December after watching the show a bunch of times, not to far from Christmas, so I considered it a Christmas gift to myself. I began reading it as soon as it showed up, cause I’d bought it off of Amazon. And instantly, it just pulled me in. (Also, ironically, a few hours after it arrived, my family and I went to one of the local chapels downtown, to enjoy a night of carols, and I’d taken the book with me. Felt a little blasphemous, sitting in that chapel, reading Good Omens, but I didn’t mind) As soon as I finished my first read, I turned back to the front cover, and started the whole thing over again. I started taking it to work with me, and I’d read it during very slow hours. I reread that book 3 times at work. (Everyone I work with grew kind of attached to the sight of me reading my Good Omens book behind front desk, and they always got exasperated, when I told them I was starting over again) After only 6 months of owning the book, I’ve read it 5 times, and I’d technically started a 6th, because I wanted to read it out loud to my brother. But we both kind of gave up on that. I just can’t stop reading it! It’s such a unique book! The tone of Good Omens is unlike any book I’ve ever read. It’s funny, but also very serious, but also action packed, but very calm all at the same time. I’ve never seen a book use footnotes, aside from textbooks, and in such an amazing way. Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett thought out so many details of this book. The characters are so well thought out, and some of the most unique characters I’ve ever seen. It handles religion both respectfully and humorously. As an Atheist, I was really concerned about the religious aspects of Good Omens, both the show and the book. But the show handled it so well, and the book was no different. The theological discussions the characters have are very deep and thought provoking, and the jokes are incredibly funny without being offensive. There are some very very small aspects of the book I don’t like, but it’s literally a sentence here, or a line of dialogue there, and it truly is a product of the time, not the authors. There are just, so many random parts to this book, enough to keep me both entertained, and interested, wanting to see what crazy thing happens next! The language used in the book is very intellectual at times, and incredibly adult, intellectually speaking. But at the same time, there are whole pages where the writing is very word vomity (for lack of a better term). But it never deters me from the book itself. Maybe it’s my ADHD, but it’s always the same places where I just get lost sometimes, not understanding what the hell is happening. But, it just adds to the book, instead of taking away from it. It’s just such a great book. I’m honestly kind of sad that I’d never even heard of Good Omens until May of last year, when every other post on my Tumbr dash was about Good Omens coming to Amazon Prime. I kind of wish I’d read the book before watching the show. There’s something beautiful and just, chaotic about the book, in the best way possible, and I love every part of it. I’ve only had my copy for 6 months, but I’ve read it so many times, taken it to work so many times, that the front cover has so many bend and folds, the spine is very worn, and there are a few small tears here and there. I was a little upset the first time I bent the front cover, straight down the middle because it had gotten a little messed around in my bag. I wanted to keep it in really good condition, because I like to pride myself on the condition of my books. Most of them have any bends, and the most read ones are very well taken care of. But after a while, I found I didn’t care. The condition of my Good Omens book is a tribute to how much I love it, and how many times I’ve read it because of how good it is! This book is honestly a classic, and I know I’ve only had it for 6 months, but I could tell, after my very first cover to cover (kind of, because there are a couple of interviews with Neil and Terry at the end of my book, but I don’t usually read those) read through, I knew I was going to love this book for a very long time. And I still think that. Here’s to hoping that one day, I’ll get to read this to my kids (when their like, 12, cause this is a bit too adult for a 5 year olds bed time story)

#good omens #good omens book #positive rant #ignore this if you want #i just needed an outlet for my thoughts on the book

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fanfictionisliteraturetoo · 4 years

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A Supernatural Christmas Carol (Chapter 1)

Series Summary: After a rough year, the reader is having a hard time doing anything besides work. When Dean encourages the reader to celebrate Christmas with Sam and him, the reader declines. After their disagreement, the reader retreats to her room. Throughout the night the reader is visited by four unexpected visitors. Will these visitors be able to help her have a change of heart before it’s too late?

Chapter One Summary: The reader is trying to find a new case, when Dean reminds her it’s Christmas Eve. The reader and Dean have a disagreement about whether or not they should take a break from hunting for the holidays. After their disagreement she returns to her room where she is visited by someone from her past.

Pairings: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Angst and character death (an OC, no main characters).

Word Count: 2,160+

A/N: This is loosely based on A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens. I will be writing five chapters to follow the format of the book. This first part doesn’t have much Dean x Reader but the following four parts will. I’m hoping this series will be completed on Christmas Day. Wish me luck. Merry Christmas and Enjoy!

I sat in the war room on my laptop searching for a case, completely unaware that today was Christmas Eve. Earlier this year, I severely injured my left leg which didn’t allow me to do much hunting. On top of my physical injury, my heart was also injured. My sister joined a sinister coven of witches who used their magic for riches, success, and power. After months and months of not hearing from her, she finally reached out to me and asked to meet up. I immediately packed up and headed for Oklahoma where she claimed to be. Once I arrived the situation quickly turned south, and literally went up in flames. My sister was where she said she would be but she wasn’t who I thought she would be. Before I stopped hearing from her, we talked at least once a week. I attempted to keep her distant from my hunting life, to protect her. When she went missing I wasn’t sure if she was dead or alive. As soon as I saw her in that diner I knew something was off. The situation ended with her lighting the diner on fire in an attempt to throw me off her track, but in doing so she almost killed me. That’s when I knew my sister was gone.

These injuries made it difficult to leave the bunker. I often felt stir crazy as I watched Sam and Dean come and go. In an attempt to be helpful, I crafted myself into the bunker’s personal caretaker. With my leg still on the mend I couldn’t do a lot of the heavy lifting but I did manage to do some basic chores along with lots of organizing. Between all the things the Men of Letters had collected, combined with things brought in by the Winchester’s, the bunker needed some serious assistance. However, most of my time was spent in the war room or the library, surrounded by lore books, my laptop, and my journal. I was now the team’s main case finder and researcher. I missed hunting and for now this was as close as I could get. I couldn’t help my sister, but I could help plenty of other people by helping the boys catch monsters.

Today felt no different than any other day. I got up early, made the boys’ breakfast, and started searching for cases. I was coming up dry and had been for days. I was just getting into some weird, but promising, internet pockets when Dean came in.

“Merry Christmas Eve (Y/N)!” Dean cheerfully greeted me as he entered the room.

“Eh it’s just another day” I muttered, as I continued to scroll through tabloids

“It’s just another day? (Y/N) it’s Christmas Eve! You can’t be serious?” He teased.

I had honestly forgotten about Christmas, and even with Dean reminding me I didn’t really care. Working was helping me feel like I was in control. After the year I had, what little control I could gain over my life I quickly took.

“I am Dean. We’re hunters, we don’t really have time for that sort of thing.” I replied, closing my laptop in defeat. I wasn’t going to get anything done at the moment.

“Exactly my point sweetheart,” Dean pulled up a chair beside me and sat down. “We’re hunters. Sometimes we need a little bit of normalcy to balance us out. Plus the holidays are a great excuse for pie!” He laughed.

I simply replied “You can have pie any day,” and stood up to collect my things. Perhaps I could find another spot to do my research.

“Why are you so tense?” Dean questioned, standing up with me.

“What else can I be, when I live in a world full of monsters?” I retorted. “Sure it’s Christmas Eve but people are still dying Dean. People are losing their sanity, their homes, and their family because of the evil that’s out there. The longer we sit here and play house, the more likely it is someone falls victim to another untimely death.” With that I grabbed my things, held them close to my chest, and headed for the exit.

“(Y/N)!” Dean grabbed my shoulder, turning me to face him. I could see his eyes glittering from the tears he was holding back. I knew I had hurt him, but I didn’t know how to fix it. I was not going to change my mind. There was too much at stake for me to worry about the holidays.

“Dean! You can celebrate Christmas if you want to, just leave me out of it.” I curtly replied, causing Dean’s hand to drop off my shoulder. I wanted to run to my room while I had the chance but I could tell he wasn’t done with this conversation yet.

“Listen, this job is hard (Y/N), but a lot of good comes from it. Every time we gank some douchebag the world is a slightly better place. I know that sometimes it feels like a never-ending battle, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. However, I also know how important it is to rest up occasionally so you don’t burn out. And on top of that I know that it’s important to open up to others, so that the darkness you fight daily doesn’t get bottled up, until you can’t handle it anymore,” He paused. “(Y/N) I know you’re trying to make up for the terrible year you’ve had, but you’re turning into someone I don’t recognize. I’m worried about you, hell we’re all worried about you! There’s no way for me to understand everything you’re going through, but I do know what it’s like to lose people. Please let me help you?” Dean’s words made my heart wrench. I couldn’t open up to him. It wouldn’t solve anything and it would cause me to lose focus.

Before Dean finished speaking, I heard Sam enter the room behind me. He must have been standing there for a while, unsure whether or not he should come in and join the conversation. Sam went immediately to Dean’s side and crossed his arms. Once Dean was finished, Sam spoke up.

“Dean’s right (Y/N), we are worried about you. We just want to help.” Sam delicately declared.

For some reason what Sam said struck my nerves. Perhaps it was due to the thoughts of my sister plaguing my mind or perhaps it was due to something else. Deep down I knew both of them were trying to help. I knew that I shouldn’t lash out at them. Unfortunately for them, my anger and sadness overcame my logical thoughts.

“I didn’t ask either of you to be worried about me,” was all I could say. I turned around and briskly headed towards my room. I could feel Sam and Dean’s eyes on my back. The whole ordeal made my heart feel like it was in my throat. Breathing became difficult, and upon arriving to my room I quickly closed and locked my door. To my despair, I put my studies aside and dropped onto my bed. Of course I was disappointed in that interaction with the boys, but I couldn’t let that get in the way of my work. Once I caught my breath I sat up, went over to my desk, and dove back in.

Eventually, I came across a blog that claimed to be a dedicated witch tracking blog. Thoughts of my sister continued to consume me. I tried to read through the blog, but my mind would not focus. I turned off my laptop and set it aside, then bent down and picked up the Celtic legends book on my floor. Hoping that reading would pull my mind somewhere else, I opened the book to where I left off. For a few moments I was able to read without any problems but the words quickly became difficult to understand, just as the webpage had done. I reread the page in front of me a few times with no luck.

“Whatever,” I grumbled, placing the book down. I rubbed my temples in the hopes that I could get myself to focus on the task at hand. When I picked up the book again I was shocked by what I saw. The golden design on the cover had completely shifted its shape. I threw it down and scooted away, trying to observe it from afar. I blinked a few times but the image remained the same. The golden spirals now curled elegantly to form a portrait of my sister. I had used this book plenty of times before and it had never changed like this.

Even though she was made of golden swirls, she looked the same. Beautiful tresses of hair framing her face, full lips, and eyes that pierced the soul of whoever looked into them. I decided to scoot closer to investigate, my eyes fixed on the book, when suddenly the design was normal again.

To say I wasn’t frightened would be a lie. But I sat down anyway and tried to get back to work. I picked up the book and inspected it, half expecting the cover to change again. But there was nothing on either side. No image of my sister remained. The stress from fighting with Sam and Dean combined with the overall stress from this year was getting to me. I read for a while longer and somewhere along the way fell asleep at my desk. I started to wake up as a chill filled my room.

When I sat up to move to my bed, I could see my breath. This was not normal for the bunker and I started to get nervous. I shoved my hands under my mattress in search of my rock salt gun, but it was nowhere to be found. Just as I was about to call out for Dean, a figure appeared before me.

To my shock and horror, it was my sister. She looked similar to how I had seen her last, but instead of looking angry she looked sad and instead of being tangible she was transparent. I felt sick to my stomach and even though I wanted to scream, I couldn’t bring myself to say or do anything. I was paralyzed with fear and confusion.

“I really am here, in case you’re wondering. And yes, I am dead” She said while we observed each other from across the room.

“Um…sit down…sit down” I motioned towards my desk chair. She sat down across from me while I sat on my bed. “What happened? Why are you here?” I asked, still unsure if I was awake or if I was having another nightmare.

“What happened? Basically everything you said would happen.” She laughed. “The other witches felt threatened by me, then they plotted against me. Not only did they kill me, but they tethered my spirit to roam the earth. A spiritual ball and chain if you will. I haven’t been able to figure out how to get rid of it yet.” She explained. “But that’s not why I’m here. I’m here to apologize to you and help you before I turn into a vengeful spirit. I know now that everything you did was to protect me, I just couldn’t see it at the time. I am so sorry (Y/N). I threw my life away. I don’t want you to secure the same fate as me.” I began to cry as she spoke. My sister had been dead to me for months, but now she was actually a spirit sitting across from me. What was I supposed to do with that?

“Sis…I am going to everything I can to find those witches….and I will find a way to unchain you,” I sobbed.

“Don’t worry about that right now. Like I said, that’s not why I came here (Y/N). I am not the only visitor you will have tonight. Three more spirits will come to you. They each have a message for you. If you do not listen to them, you will never be able to overcome the challenges that lie ahead. Starting at midnight and following one hour after the next, they will come to give you their messages.”

“Why can’t they come all at once? Who are they?” My heart was racing. Usually when I interacted with ghosts they were already at the vengeful stage. It was worrisome to me to deal with spirits in this way.

“Remember what I’ve said already. Don’t throw your life away. And Sis, I love you. Good luck.” And with that she stood up and backed away. I shot up and tried to chase after her, but I wasn’t fast enough. She was gone.

Whether if it was due to the fatigues of the day or the interaction with my ghostly sister, or how late it was, or most likely a combination of all of these things, I went straight to bed. I felt greatly disturbed but sleep overcame me quickly.

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“You disgust me, werewolf baby!” - Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter (Harry Potter Series)

After much planning, and dread on the part of Draco Malfoy, Christmas morning rolled around. He awoke in bed alone. With a frown, he looked at his watch, batting sleep from his eyes. Nearly half nine. He groaned and rolled out of bed and jolted a bit when his feet reached the cold wood before sliding into his slippers.

He headed downstairs and poked his head around the corner, hearing some commotion from the kitchen. ”Dwa-ooooo!!” Teddy squealed.

Shaking his head, before making his way around to kiss the baby and his boyfriend, he asked, “What are you feeding my child?”

"Chocolate pudding," Harry laughed, watching a dollop nearly miss his head.

Since We’ve No Place To Go - Kurt Hummel/Blaine Anderson (Glee)

Finn had gone off to Rachel’s for the day. Burt and Carole had gone to visit Kurt’s grandmother, leaving Kurt all alone with Blaine. Blaine closed the drawer for the DVD player, after inserting How The Grinch Stole Christmas, and plopped down on the couch. Kurt entered the room carrying a tray with two mugs of hot chocolate and a plate of Christmas cookies. Despite Kurt’s adamant protestation that they make homemade chocolate chip, Blaine insisted that they make the pre-made sugar cookies with the trees in the middle. "Here we go,“ he said, placing the platter on the coffee table, "And there go your feet.” He pointed absently to a spot on the floor as he pulled two coasters from the stack on the table and placed the mugs on them.

Nothing But The Best - Mercedes Jones/Sam Evans (Glee)

Trying to ease his mind, he plugged his iPod back in and pressed play. Moments later, he realized that he had let Stacey use it when she went Christmas shopping with his parents, so needless to say, she had dumped all of his music off and in its place left Christmas music. He groaned a bit as he skipped through the stuff that was exceedingly bubblegum and had to wonder if she even knew who Mariah Carey was, when he finally hit a song that wasn't too bad.

Sam smiled a bittersweet smile as he thought about Mercedes. She was always on his mind, but this was definitely putting the girl's brilliant brown eyes in the forefront of his memory. He thought about how delighted she was when he Skyped her to say that they were on for the week; that he would be all hers until New Year's Day. It was surreal to be heading back, only to turn back around a couple of days later. As much as he really loved Mercedes, it was going to be so much harder to keep coming back and then leaving again.

Reading The Signs - Katniss Everdeen/Peeta Mellark (The Hunger Games Trilogy)

"Then what? What are you suggesting, boy-o?" he asked.

"Against the Peacekeepers." The entire room gasped. Well, there was no denying it now- Peeta certainly had brass ones. The Peacekeepers were the Mockingjays' biggest rival. Their biggest local supporter that we knew? Chaff. "That's your team, isn't it?"

"That's exactly who his team is and we all know it," I said.

Peeta smiled at me, snaking his arm around my shoulder and leaning on me. "I know." I knew it was bravado, but the fact was that I was really grateful for it. Even if he was still mad at me, he wasn't going to be gone. I laced my fingers with his, presenting us as a united front.

"When?" Chaff asked, as though that made a difference.

"December 28," he answered. "Last game of the regular season. Same day as the dance competition Katniss and I have been working toward; the Flickerman Freestyle Footlight Foray." He cringed a little at the ridiculous title.

So I Learned From You - Katniss Everdeen/Peeta Mellark (The Hunger Games Trilogy)

24 December: It's Christmas Eve. Gale isn't answering his phone. He may have gone to his mom's. But he didn't tell me, so I didn't even get to ask Prim if she wanted to come up. Finnick and Annie went to be with her family. Johanna was "going to find someone to stuff her stocking good." Her words, not mine. So, she suggested I invite Peeta up. He brought wassail and cookies. We played board games and I played guitar for him. And we kissed. And I don't know what any of that means.

SnowBabies - Rumplestiltskin/Belle (Once Upon A Time)

When they finally reached the house, Rumplestiltskin tried to climb the front steps, but instead, Belle gave his hand another quick yank and led him around the side of the house. Perplexed, he asked “Belle, are you alright?”

She gave a little laugh and clasped his hands between hers, skipping backward excitedly. “I am. I just wanted a moment with you first.” They reached the gate and she stopped, pulling him in closer, as though he might disappear before her very eyes if she let go for even the slightest moment. "I’ve missed you,” she said, leaning her head on his chest, “so much.”

“And I you," Rumplestiltskin replied, resting his cheek atop her head. "But what’s this about, dearie?” he queried, straightening the pair of them out.

Belle reached for the gate and swung it open. “I suppose there was a tradition that needed to be kept.” She gave him a slight push into the back yard.

He stood in reverent silence. Before him stood uncanny snow sculptures of the group of people he’d just spent an unbelievably long week with. He let out a quiet gasp. “Belle. You made all of these?”

Warm To The Bones - Rumplestilstkin/Belle (Once Upon A Time)

As she made her way to the innermost wall of the space, she lingered over a bubbling brew in a deep scarlet tone. The withered old woman behind the table of boiling pots smiled a crooked smile and proffered her one. "For warmth. Something to get the chill from your bones, your blood rising, and inspire heat all around. Just the thing for a girl like you, I shouldn't wonder," she croaked.

"Thank you," Belle said. "That's exactly what I need." She inhaled deeply over the mug while digging the coins from her satchel to pay for the drink. "Apple, Cinnamon, and…?" she hesitated.

The old woman wouldn't bite. "Old family secret," she said with a wink. "You drink that all up and I'd bet you'll be sweating by mid-day."

Love Forever True - Rumplestiltskin/Belle (Once Upon A Time)

A Christmas wedding was no easy feat, but miracles can happen if you've got enough money and influence, something Adam was in no way lacking. Everything either one of them mentioned happened with no questions asked. The whole wedding was pristine white, with cranberry, evergreen, and gold touches. The whole thing was to be held in the rose garden, of course, under a large white tent. Heat was proving to be an issue, but they brought in enough heat lamps to make it near tropical.

On the morning of, the residence was a flurry of activity. Belle was locked away in her room with her closest friend getting their hair and makeup done just right and dressing away from the prying eyes of the groom.

The one thing that the groom was missing was his son. He'd said that he would be back by Christmas, so where was he? Neal was always a man of his word. He'd dressed alone, even down to tying his own tie. He'd always imagined that, if he were to remarry, all of these things were to be done with Neal by his side. The king sat alone in the dining room where he was being held away from the girls, with it being bad luck to see the bride before the wedding, and reread the letter once more.

"When I said don't be alone, I didn't expect you to marry her on the schedule you'd set for me. You're not turning 30 next month," he heard, accrediting the familiarity of the voice to wishful thinking.

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