In Qualunque Altro Modo

Per chiunque abbia letto quello che avevo scritto prima, mi pento di tutto.

[internetusercucumber]

Yes, I spent the whole night finishing this. I was this desperate to see them hug🧎‍♀️

(Can‘t wait to put pope yaoi into my portfolio)

[saints-who-never-existed]

“In the war film, a soldier can hold his buddy—as long as his buddy is dying on the battlefield. In the western, Butch Cassidy can wash the Sundance Kid’s naked flesh—as long as it is wounded. In the boxing film, a trainer can rub the well-developed torso and sinewy back of his protege—as long as it is bruised. In the crime film, a mob lieutenant can embrace his boss like a lover—as long as he is riddled with bullets. 

Violence makes the homo-eroticism of many “male” genres invisible; it is a structural mechanism of plausible deniability.”

–Tarantino’s Incarnational Theology: Reservoir Dogs, Crucifixions, and Spectacular Violence. Kent L. Brintnall.

[emberfaye]

You know what?

I love you, fics that take months to update. I click on the newest chapter and have no memory of this place and get to go back some chapters and rediscover how much i love everything about this story.

I love you, fics that take years to update. I think of you fondly, and know your names, go search for you and see an update from this year and scream, diving in uncaring of any missed details (i will finish the update and read you in reverse because this is a treat you have bestowed)

I love you, fics that probably will never update again. Thank you for being a roman empire for my mind, thank you for teaching me about the ephemeral fandom experience, for inspiring a thousand million what if-s, for being a comfort read and a nostalgia read and a reread.

I love you fic writers, who jump into projects and stories with enthusiasm. I love you when you succeed in pumping out those chapters and that love doesn't go away when you stop.

I love you fic writers who post and then get in your own head and never feel confident enough to update, whether it's at all or whether it's just that one story.

I love you fic writers, who have a fandom or media hurt you to the point of abandoning or having a hard time with their WIPs.

I love you fic writers, who lose interest or have life changes or illness or bad memory. Thank you for being part of the fandom, a core part of the fandom. Thank you for the time spent in the fandom.

I love you, fic writers who try out something new and then stop. You're so valid.

I love you, WIP fics that may or may not ever get finished. Thank you for brightening my day in the way only you could have.

[divorced-beheaded-died]

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that cricket report from the Ghosts: The Button House Archives book and audiobook.

[natjennie]

posts about the captain bc he's my best friend my sweet cheese my goodtime boy.

also, bonus s5 spoilers:

[tamsinbeybey-she-no-porcupine]

Angry Havers because I enjoyed that very much

[bawdiestrhymester]

His face…

[spineless-lobster]

My three girlfriends (and yes, they have depression)

[parttimesarah]

Been thinking about this for a while.

I’m never going to think about this episode the same…

Because now I know what else happened in that room!…

And, like, they got this…

But this was the closest he could get…

And that’s why he’s so bubblingly happy here…

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Imma need several minutes.

[m0ose-idiot]

Did you see @bawdiestrhymester doing God's work and quantifying the Captain's bounces?

Hurrah for a fellow data scientist, we hope they don't mind that we couldn't help but graph the important findings 👻❤️

[flowergrenades]

Which of your characters’ traits will you miss the most?

[jimjimenezzz]

i love you media that emphasized mundanity. i love you media that says you still matter as a person even if you don't achieve something great. i love you media that says existing and being alive is enough. i love you "we might not remember your poems, but we'd remember you." i love you "i was no hero" "perhaps. but you are a brave man." i love "in another life i would have really liked just doing laundry and taxes with you." i love you "but who's gonna watch the deer?" i love you the mundane as something to be loved for

[depsidase]

[gwydionmisha]

A real thing that happened is me as a teenager.

I had what turned out to be a dangerous walking pneumonia, for a week, but the manager at Burger King wouldn’t let me off.  My breathing was very loud and ragged.  I was coughing on and breathing on the food.

I wasn’t allowed to leave.  I was told if i called out, I was fired.

So Im shuffling around wheezing loudly swaying with my high fever as I work drive thru by myself, and a paramedic walked in to order dinner.

He goes ballistic, My friends.  He demands to see the Manager.  he chews him out at the top of his lungs so the whole restaurant can here.  Guys working the back came up to watch.  Customers staring and thinking hard about the infectious food they were eating.  Dude losing his shit about how infectious I was and all the people management had been endangering for days judging from my breathing and I needed to be home on antibiotics RIGHT NOW and the health Department was going to hear about this.

I went home.  i got the week off.  Didn’t even need a doctor’s note.

Getting friends management doesn’t know to do this WOULD WORK.

Same manager not letting me take my influenza home a year later  despite repeated vomiting?  Threw up in front of customers.  Customers demanded money back and started threatening the manager with lawsuits.

I got to go home and got time off until I stopped vomitting.

GO AHEAD and THROW UP in front of Customers.  THEY will Complain.

Don’t be shy.  

They are supposed to let you stay home when you are sick.  Stop protecting management. (Hiding how sick you are protects management).  They are abusing you.  Let them reap what they sow.

[everythingstarstuff]

[lost-carcosa]

Oh look, it’s campus-police officer Lt. John Pike who pepper-sprayed peaceful protesters at University of California Davis.

And UCD reportedly payed $175,000 for this image to not appear when you search it on google:

[ladychurch-deactivated20200811]

Darn shame if this circulated…

[deedesria543]

So you mean to tell me that just by reblogging this I’m ruining an organizations plan, wasting them money, and uncovering some shitbag humans awful behaviour?

T R I P L E K I L L

[boy-wonderoncologist]

really truly don’t know how to feel about the fact that im still making these things

[laceratedlamiaceae]

Fic idea I don't want to write because it's too angsty for me but I can't get it out of my head:

Lucius propositions Izzy at some point after their confrontation in episode 5. Izzy thinks it's part of the blackmail and feels like he has to go along with it, Lucius doesn't realize and is pleasantly surprised. They fuck. Lucius asks Izzy "Do you want to [insert sex act here]?" and Izzy thinks it's an order. Maybe Izzy cries and Lucius thinks he just cries during sex, or it was just that good. The important thing here is that they don't communicate at all, which I guess is kind of out of character for Lucius but maybe Izzy rubs off on him a little.

Lucius thought that having sex would at the very least calm Izzy down if not fix him entirely, but afterwards he's even more stressed out and angry (at everyone except Lucius). He brushes it off and figures Izzy just isn't used to being in a relationship, or maybe he mentions it and Izzy does stop yelling because he's under the assumption that everything Lucius tells him carries the threat he'll tell people about "Izzy the spewer." Again, zero communication.

They continue having sex (maybe Black Pete and/or Fang get involved too?) and it all comes to a head when Lucius makes some offhand comment about how Izzy always looks so upset and Izzy says something like "It's not enough I have to [insert sex act here]; I have to pretend to like it, too?" After a confused conversation, Lucius realizes what's been going on and is horrified.

I can see a few different ways it could end:

Izzy doesn't think it was that big a deal and Lucius teaches him the importance of consent. Izzy tells Lucius to fuck off and Lucius respects that, then he and Izzy become kind of friends.

Izzy and Lucius avoid each other for a while until Izzy comes to Lucius, asking if they can [insert sex act here] because he actually liked that one, then they get together (romantically or as frenemies who hook up sometimes).

Izzy takes advantage of Lucius' guilt to fuck with him. The power goes to his head until something embarrassing and bad happens to him as a direct result of him being an asshole (in a funny way).

[laughingandcryingwhilewriting]

Snippet of next chapter - I am so stuck in hyperfixation its unreal…someone help me!

Xxx

Yeah,” Lucius sighed, melting slightly. “It’s all disgustingly romantic. The fiction I wrote has nothing on those two.”

“Fiction?”

“Little stories about potential love and adventure between the crew - between me and you I have a hell of an imagination and I like to imagine how things could play out,” Lucius winked. “Got a brilliant story about Wee John and Frenchie at the moment - total daddy bear and twink vibes.”

Sam just stared at the happy face, once again taken aback by the utterly flippant attitude. He saw a light come into the brown eyes and a smirk start to spread.

“Or maybe I should switch subjects. Bit of SammyxIzzy? Sugar Daddy meets baby girl?”

“How the fuck do you get ‘baby girl’ from Izzy!” Sams blurted, amusement spreading.

“So you admit you're a sugar daddy?”

“Oh fuck you,” Sam groaned, shoving the mans shoulder.

“Meh, you’re probably right. Izzy would likely be a wet fish in bed. Man doesn’t exactly scream ‘sexual liberation’. Is it more of ‘Wham, bam, thank you Sam’?

“Now Lucius, you're letting your poor imagination show,” Sam leaned to purr into the young man’s ear. “Imagine all that fire and intensity turned to you. Imagine how it feels to have that single mindedness only concerned with making you feel good. Those strong hands and that sharp tongue touching you. That nervous energy all turned towards pleasure.”

He saw the other man gulp.

“He’s fuckin’ gorgeous too. Thick in all the right places,” Sam grinned, letting his breath brush Lucius’s lobe. “His tits are pierced - did you know that? Shudders so sweetly when you suck them. And that voice - Lord above help me, but that man’s voice in pleasure is like an angels. I could play him like a harp - make him sing for me for hours if he would let me. Can you imagine him all soft and relaxed and just feeling? Purring like a kitten and gorging himself on every touch?”

“Sam, you are giving me a boner over Izzy Goddamn Hands - I will never forgive you.”