joe dirt's wife 🧡

rye // she/her // 24 proship dni pfp drawn by @mubbletelescope

[lookingupatthesamemoon]

NEW YEAR NEW PINNED :3 !!!

rye ☆ she/her ☆ 24 ☆ f/o list ☆ strawpage

hi hi !!! my name is rye, and i would love to be your selfship mutual :) !!! i’ve been a self-shipper for a good few years now, and i’m hoping to get more involved with the community through my blog !!!

if you identify as proship DO NOT INTERACT. please check out the rest of my BYF/DNI before interacting !!!

other than that, here are some things to know about me:

☆ i am an adult selfshipper !!! minors are welcome to interact, i just likely will not interact back.

☆ i currently work full time, and my current job is rather mentally taxing for me - this means my posting schedule will likely be inconsistent, and my response times may sometimes take a little while.

☆ i selfship for a mix of fun and comfort - my main ship with joe dirt is very much a comfort ship, and i treat it as a real relationship. he is my primary partner in life. that being said, i am NOT comfortable sharing him. my comfortability sharing others varies - please check my f/o list for more info !!!

☆ i ship with and post about a lot of live action characters !!! i do NOT ship with their real life actors.

☆ some of the characters i ship with (and/or the actors that play them) can definitely be considered problematic. understand that i am consuming media critically and do not condone everything that these characters or their actors do and say.

☆ on occasion, depending on the source, i will explore some “darker” themes within some of my ships and my writing. i use content warning tags when i can (cw thing).

☆ i am, unfortunately, not a visual artist. i wish i could contribute visual art, but i don't have the skill nor the time to develop the skill to feel comfortable doing so. instead, you will likely see writing from me !!!

☆ i am trying to get better about reblogging posts, but sometimes i miss things !!! if i fail to reblog, just know it's never personal !!!

☆ i also have a spicier sideblog over at @darksideofthesamemoon - 18+ only, any minors and/or blogs without an age listed will be blocked immediately.

☆ i don't bite !!! i would love to be friends :)

(divider by @/thecutestgrotto :3)

[lookingupatthesamemoon]

Summer of Selfship Week 2 - Thunderstorm

pairing: Winnifred + Frankenstein's Creature (2025)

summary: The Creature seeks shelter from the rain in what he thinks is an abandoned cottage.

word count: 1.6k

cw: mentions of death

divider by @/saradika :3

The Creature had heard time and time again in the few years after his rebirth that rain showers brought upon the spring flowers. Generally speaking, he found enjoyment in both the rain and the flowers they brought along with them – his enjoyment of the rain, however, was significantly greater when he was without a roof over his head. He found himself in this predicament more often than he’d have liked, and he was without a place to call home now.

It had been only four months since his creator, Victor Frankenstein, had passed on. Four months since his “purpose” in life had changed. Over the course of his maker’s final weeks, the Creature had chased him down through snowy mountains and icy plains, all in the name of revenge. His new purpose, partially inspired by he and Victor’s mutual forgiveness just moments before his death, was simple: to live. With his involuntary immortality, he really had no other option. But with Victor dead, he lacked any ties, good or bad, to anyone, and spent almost all his time alone. He always had more than enough time to enjoy the little things that make being alive wonderful, including both the sound of the rain and the smell of the flowers. Of course, although he could brave the weather without a roof over his head, the Creature found that it was much easier to enjoy these little things when he had a place to call “home.”

It felt almost like a miracle to stumble upon what seemed to be an empty cottage after several days of walking in off-and-on rain. He approached it with caution as the thunder crashed – he’d been in this position before, seeking refuge only to be caught in the act of existence, and brutally beaten solely based on his monstrous appearance. He couldn’t help but notice the animals still on the property – they looked as though they hadn’t been properly fed in a day or so, but surely not abandoned. His best guess was that the owner of the property had left only temporarily… But he was still willing to take a chance. He could simply slip inside and wait out the storm, then slip out again without leaving a trace.

The Creature held his breath as the front door creaked open. He grimaced as he heard a noise coming from deeper within the cottage – whoever was here would surely discover him. Even if he left immediately, he feared he would make just enough noise himself to cause them to search the property and find him before he could get far enough away. He stood still for a moment, the door still hanging open, rain beginning to pitter-patter against the packed dirt of the floor. From here, the noise almost sounded like… Crying. Human crying – maybe even sobbing. It was something the Creature had become quite familiar with in the earlier days of his existence, as it was something he found himself doing quite often. He frowned to himself, taking a few more soft steps into the cottage. He understood the kinds of feelings that could make a person make those sounds. His own cries had always been accompanied by a profound feeling of loneliness – he couldn’t help but wonder if the person he was hearing was feeling that same thing.

Suddenly, though, the crying stopped. The Creature held his breath, doing his best not to move a muscle, but even as he held himself still, the floorboards creaked beneath his feet. He listened to the wind whistling outside, silently praying to the universe that, perhaps, the owner of this home would assume they were hearing nothing but the storm. His prayers went unanswered, however, as he heard a small voice shout: “Hello? Is someone there?”

He sighed, weighing his options. He supposed that no matter what he would be caught trespassing… He may as well let himself be found. He had suffered plenty of unfortunate fates in the past, what was one more? He slowly began to step forward, taking slow strides toward the voice.

“H-Hello? Who’s there?” the voice called again.

“I… I come simply as a weary traveller,” The Creature began to explain, still out of the owner’s sight. “I approached your cottage thinking it was empty and abandoned. I… apologize for intruding…”

As he rounded a corner and entered the back area of the cottage, he saw her. His breath hitched as he took the sight of her in. She was a young woman, surely younger than his maker was, with curls framing her face, which was red and puffy from the crying she had been doing mere moments ago. Despite its somewhat shabby appearance, he found himself taken by her emerald green dress. 

Of course, just as he expected, she gasped at the sight of him, cowering in her place on the floor. Her arms came up to cover her face, as if she was anticipating an attack.

“Please, Miss, I mean no harm,” The Creature said. “I merely seek shelter from the storm. Nothing more. In return… Why, I could assist you in caring for the animals outside. I… I would be at your mercy, Miss.”

The woman slowly lowered her arms. “You really mean no harm to me?”

“Truly, Miss. Despite my… Beastly form… I have only peaceful intentions.”

The woman nodded. “I suppose if you intended to kill me you would have done so already,” she chuckled half-heartedly. “Pardon me for asking, but… What’s happened to your face? Wounds from battle? Are you… Are you okay?”

The Creature smiled bitterly. “Battle, sure… I’d rather not delve into details, Miss, but… Yes, I have suffered greatly at the hands of men.”

The woman frowned sympathetically. Rather than focusing on his clearly tortured past, she opted to change the subject. “You don’t have to call me ‘Miss,’ you know. You may call me Winnifred – that’s my name, after all. May I ask yours?”

“Winnifred,” The Creature repeated, allowing himself to enjoy the feeling of each syllable tapping against his tongue. “Winnifred… I’m afraid I do not have one. My creator never did give me a name of my own.”

“Why, what kind of man has no name?”

“Perhaps… Not a man at all.”

“Well… If it’s any consolation, you look like a man to me. A man who has suffered, sure, but, still a man beneath all those scars. A brave one at that.”

The Creature grinned, genuinely this time. “May I… May I sit with you?”

“Please,” Winnifred responded. “Honestly, I could use the company… I’ve been through a bit of suffering myself lately.”

The Creature knelt down slowly, taking care not to get too close as he took his place next to her on the floor. Based on his surroundings, he surmised that they must have been in the bedroom. To his left, just next to Winnifred, stood a bed, ordained with a quilt of blue and green. It appeared to have been recently made, albeit only partially, as if, perhaps, Winnifred had fallen to the floor in tears as she was spreading the quilt over it.

“May I ask… Of what sort of suffering do you speak?” he asked quietly.

Winnifred sniffled, tears already welling in her eyes once again as she began to speak her awful truth. “My grandfather died just days ago… He was all I had left. This cottage was his, and it just… It feels so lonely without him.”

She rested her head against the Creature’s shoulder as her tears began to fall. He tensed up at first, not expecting the contact, but was quick to soften. He had always appreciated the way humans exchanged touches like this – hugs, handshakes, shoulder taps, all of it – and he had always wished he could experience them. The closest he had ever come, besides one measly hug from Victor on the day of his creation, were the head pats he received from his dear friend: a blind old man, whose name he never got to learn. The man, much like everyone in the Creature’s life, had died – and, frankly, it had felt like his fault, at least in part.

“My parents passed when I was young,” Winnifred continued. “I spent fifteen years here, just Grandfather and I, helping him on the farm as I grew older. I suppose I knew that one day he would die… Oh, God… It’s as if everyone I’ve ever loved is dead. I have nobody.”

“I… I Understand,” The Creature said solemnly. Winnifred’s chest was heaving now, her face fully buried in the filthy fabric of his coat as she cried. The wound was still fresh. He was unsure if his comments would help her or hurt her, but he felt that sharing them might be his best chance to relate to her. “Anyone that I have ever dared to care for has died in my arms… It almost makes me think that I should leave here before I grow to care for you, too…”

Winnifred lifted her head then, meeting the Creature’s piercing eyes with her own bloodshot ones. “Nonsense. I think… Well, perhaps I’m not in my right mind, but I think you ought to stay here with me. That way… We can be lonely together.”

“Winnifred, I-”

“No, no, I insist. I need the company, really… To get my mind off things. You say you can help me care for the animals?”

The Creature simply nodded, unaware of what he could possibly say to properly thank her for her hospitality. She smiled at him gently before resting her head against his shoulder once more, a sigh of contentment leaving her lips. The tears had stopped flowing – for now. She was no longer alone, and neither was he. He didn’t dare stand up to close the door that he had left open, so he instead listened to the gentle tapping of the rain against the earthen floor as it blended with Winnifred’s steady breathing. Whatever mess it might make, they could clean it up together.

[bizarrescribblez]

do you guys think whenever winter soldier heard thunder/saw thunderstorms a part of his heart felt warm and fuzzy until he had to stuff it down to focus on a mission.. 💔

WENT FOR A FAMILIAL F/O APPROACH FOR WEEK 2 (yes im late by a day 😭) OF SUMMER OF SELF SHIP!! I thought mimibucky would be fitting/hit harder.. :( my always protective papa..

[lookingupatthesamemoon]

LATEST COMMS FROM @hearts4fiction !!! soooooo cute i love them sm. we finally have art for astrid + raj and also kaye + alan. and more ryejoe of course :3 huge stuff !!! thank u soooo much mx !!!

[hearts4fiction]

FIRST COMM BATCH! 🗣 want one? Look here!

Thank you guys so much ♡♡

First 3 - ryejoe, alankaye, rajastrid -> @lookingupatthesamemoon

Fourth - cherijack -> @doe-eyed-abyss

Fifth - ghost copia & terzo - @ekkozwrld

Divider creds

[lookingupatthesamemoon]

okay in classic miss ryan fashion i might be late to my own prompt event 😖 definitely gonna try to crank something out to post today though !!! and i do have big plans for many upcoming weeks already 😏...

[lookingupatthesamemoon]

okay so already week 2 is definitely gonna be posted late bc i will be veryyyyyyy busy with a trip to nyc this weekend… but trust i have some awesome winnifred x creature on the way…

[estrella-inthemultiverse]

@lookingupatthesamemoon’s summer of selfship, week 2: Thunderstorm⚡️

“Admiring The View”

in the middle of the night, Iris and Bob sneak up to the helipad to watch the city below and the sky above

🎶 𝐈𝐟 𝐰𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞; 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧’ 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 🎶

November Rain - Guns N’ Roses

background is a photo with the lightning redrawn. GoldenMoon is my original drawing <3

[lookingupatthesamemoon]

Summer of Selfship Week 1 - Fruit

pairing: Kaye + Alan Harper

summary: Alan cooks Kaye breakfast after staying the night.

word count: 715

divider by @/saradika :3

Kaye’s face scrunched up as she stretched her limbs, her body waking itself up before her brain. Her contented grin slowly slipped off her face as her left arm swept across her silky sheets, feeling nothing but a divot in the mattress. Alan must’ve gotten up already… He surely wouldn’t have left, though, would he? She sighed, tossing her comforter off and swinging her legs around to the side of the bed. She sat still for a moment, noticing a sweet scent drifting into the room.

She beamed. “That bastard...” she muttered under her breath. She slid her feet into her slippers, shrugged on her robe, and poked her head out of her bedroom doorway. It was just as she suspected: Alan Harper was cooking her breakfast.

It was something Alan had always taken pride in, his ability to cook. He was no gourmet chef, but he had always enjoyed experimenting with his meals. After his divorce, he had gotten a lot more creative with finding ways to feed Jake – and considering that kid would eat just about anything, it wasn’t exactly difficult to find all kinds of creations that he would eat. Alan’s favorite meal to cook, though, was always breakfast. 

For Kaye, he was keeping things simple. One could never go wrong with the classics, after all. Perhaps he should have asked first, but he took a peek in her fridge and pulled out a small tub of blueberries, placing them on the counter next to the flour, sugar, and baking powder he knew he would need for pancakes. They were his go-to dish, really – in his own not-so-humble opinion, he was quite the pro at making them completely from scratch, and he was willing to try just about anything in them. Blueberries had always been one of his favorite add-ins, but his son would much rather have chocolate chips. A weekend away from him was a perfect excuse to sneak some real fruit into his breakfast.

He barely noticed Kaye peeking out from the bedroom doorway, a small smile resting on her lips as she watched him poke his way through her cabinets, hunting for the bowls and pans he would need, whistling away softly as he did so. It wasn’t often that she had home-cooked meals. Even something as simple as a plate of pancakes cooked on her own stovetop was out of the ordinary for her these days – between school, work, and her rise to fame in the fashion world, she had very quickly gotten into the habit of eating out constantly. She could afford to, of course, and she sure as hell didn’t miss having to cook for herself, but part of her missed the novelty of eating a meal cooked under her own roof. Watching Alan at work at her stove, making a meal for both of them to share, warmed her heart more than she realized it might. They hadn’t been together long, and he was already doing his best to take care of her better than anyone really had in a while.

Whether or not she realized it, Alan was pretty positive that she was far too good for him – far too good for anyone, really – and he planned to do whatever was in his power to keep her by his side. Already he followed her around like a lost puppy, worshipping the ground she walked on. He’d been through two divorces already, and frankly, he was not looking to go through a third anytime soon. Kaye deserved to be treated like royalty, and although Alan was more of the jester type, he was going to do everything in his power to make her happy. And sometimes, blueberry pancakes would do the trick.

Alan almost didn’t even notice Kaye slowly traipsing into the kitchen. He nearly jumped when he felt her hands snake around his plaid-clad waist, risking a pancake flipping into the air. She nestled her chin against his shoulder, planting a kiss on his cheek. “Look at you, cookin’ breakfast for me,” she cooed.

Alan smiled sheepishly, an expression Kaye was no stranger to seeing him make. “Well, it’s the least I could do… As a thank you, you know, for-”

Kaye couldn’t help but laugh. “You don’t have to thank me, Alan, my God!”

[lookingupatthesamemoon]

okay in classic miss ryan fashion i might be late to my own prompt event 😖 definitely gonna try to crank something out to post today though !!! and i do have big plans for many upcoming weeks already 😏...

[bizarrescribblez]

I love to think John partakes in my cutesy ways and tries on silly hats with me whenever we’re out :3c 🍑🍓

[YAYY GONNA ATTEMPT TO DO @lookingupatthesamemoon ‘S SUMMER OF SELFSHIP… if i end up skipping some thats on me.. im bad at events like this..]

[knightoflove]

🍓Summer of Selfship Week One: Fruit 🍓

Yipeee my first art w Ted <3

Summer of Selfship by @lookingupatthesamemoon 💕

[vergils-beloved]

it's june! happy pride month to all queer selfshippers and all queer f/os! you are all so very loved <3

[hearts4fiction]

♡ Special happy pride month to disabled lgbtqia+ selfshippers

♡ Special happy pride to disabled lgbtqia+ selfshippers who are still struggling to grasp and accept they're disabled, feeling as if they don't belong in the disabled community

♡ Special happy pride to disabled lgbtqia+ selfshippers who can do little to no movement everyday

♡ Special happy pride to disabled lgbtqia+ selfshippers who need caregivers / have their f/os as their caregivers

♡ Special happy pride to disabled lgbtqia+ selfshippers who have invisible disabilities

♡ Special happy pride to disabled lgbtqia+ selfshippers who need screen readers & enlarged fonts

♡ Special happy pride to disabled lgbtqia+ selfshippers who need service animals

♡ Special happy pride to disabled lgbtqia+ selfshippers who's disability is looked down upon (which it shouldn't)

♡ Special happy pride to disabled lgbtqia+ selfshippers who's disability is barely/rarely researched / regonized

♡ Special happy pride to disabled lgbtqia+ selfshippers who don't get the proper care for their disability because of their gender, race or sexuality

Your f/os love you dearly and will show you ten times more and more everyday to show how much they love you <3

*this post is about/for disabled lgbtqia+ selfshippers. Do not derail. !

(For anyone who knows how to use a e-reader or make my posts accessible, please always help me out even outside of june! <3 I want all of my posts to be accessible for everyone)

[lookingupatthesamemoon]

okay would you guys be mad if i said i wanted him lowkey…

[hearts4fiction]

PART 1 😛

Be Gay, Solve Crimes 🧪🖤 (nick stokes - csi)

Finding peace in each other 🏒🖤 (bobby mercer - 4B) middle artist

Homos of Philly ✝️🖤 (mac mcdonald - iasip)

PRO.SHIP, AJACENT, NEUTRALS, DOUBLES DNI. /SRS (I am soulbounded with bobby)

[lookingupatthesamemoon]

bad news guys there is at least one song from the new drake albums that will be added to my kengogh playlist 😖 it was inevitable i'm afraid... like okay why am i envisioning a very specific kengogh art piece that doesn't exist (yet) every time i listen to the end of gen 5...

[hearts4fiction]

YALL DONT UNDERSTAND HOW EXCITED I AM TO SEE MY GOOBER AGAIN!!!! and he comes out a week after my birthday☝️ ‼️‼️‼️💗💗💗💗 he means so much to me as a fellow speech impairment mf

Sorry @lookingupatthesamemoon shared Astridraj lore and it's making me think about bwarry again<333

Preview Spoilers below for SFTSTU

He looks so grandpa here im crying

VILLAIN BARRY ARC 🗣🗣🗣🗣