I hate myself but I love being gay

A side tumble because podsa broke me

[comfortingcatharsis]

Good Types of Tropes For H/C

No Pain Killers Available

Gotta Stay Quiet To Avoid Discovery

Feverish Delirium And Mumbling

Cowboy Medicine: Whiskey Internally & Externally Applied

Huddling For Warmth

Desperate Hand-Holding

“Breathe, Just Breathe”

Protectively Cradling A Broken Arm

The Word ‘Winced’

Whimpering

“Easy, Easy There”

Being Carried; Bridal, Fireman’s, Two-Person, Doesn’t Matter- Being Carried

Coughing, or, God-Forbid, Sneezing, With Broken Ribs

Fainting

Waking Up Not Knowing Where They Are

Animal Attack

DIY Bullet-Removal

Field-Medicine in General

Blankets/Shirt Collar Shifting Just Enough To Have Bandages Peeking Out

Gentle Shushing

Needing Help To Drink From A Glass

Brushing Hair From Brow

Collapsing Off Of Horse

Dramatic Irony Injury Reveal (Audience Knows About It But Other Characters Do Not)

Frantically Feeling For Breath Or Pulse

(feel free to add on!)

[missmarionmac]

- “…you stayed?” “Of course I did.”

-The comforting one watching the hurt one sleep and feeling incredibly ~fond~

-The hurt one waking up to see the comforting one asleep near them and feeling incredibly ~fond~

[splickedylit]

>8Dc

Stubbornly Standing Only To Have Their Legs Give Out And Being Hastily Caught/Supported

“We Still Haven’t Settled Who’s The Superior Rival–So…S-so Don’t You Dare Die On Me!”

The Worst-Injured Character Half-Conscious And Begging To Know If The Others Are Okay

Lips/Cheek-To-Forehead Temperature-Checking

Taking Off Shirts To Change Bandages

Smoldering Sexy Gentleness

Platonic Tender Gentleness

Waking Up Bandaged In Somebody Else’s House/Bed

Soft, Funny, Dumbass Comfort After Painful Hurt

The Rough Character Holding The Injured Soft Character Gently And Breaking Down Over Them

The Soft Character Holding The Injured Rough Character Protectively Close With The Spark Of Protective Rage In Their Eyes.

Holding Hands And Eye Contact To Endure Through Pain

Insisting You’re Healed Enough, Time To Make This UST Into RST

Insisting That No, They’re Still Too Hurt And The Audience Needs To Stew More

Amnesia Of Basically Any Variety–Funny, Tragic, Sexy, Infuriatingly Ill-timed

Loopy/Forgetful/Over-Affectionate On Pain Meds

 I, As A Nurse, Can Tell What That Illness Probably Is From The Clinical Presentation In The Fic And I Am Living

[stainyourhands]

PODSA Ask Meme

@everyonewillsee and I have been searching for a good ask meme for ages, to no avail.  So, we’ve decide to create our own, PODSA-specific one.  Please reblog!

Pod Related

1. Top five ad reads

2. Favorite ad reads not done by Jon, Tommy, or Lovett

3. Favorite PODSA live show

4. Favorite [name podcast] episode

5. Favorite Dan moments

6. Favorite Lovett moments

7. Favorite Jon moments

8. Favorite Tommy moments

9. Favorite Non-Host CM Employee

10. Favorite Host (non-PSA)

Fandom Related

11. How and when did you get into the PODSA fandom?

12. Favorite IG videos

13. Favorite Twitter exchange

14. Favorite dog pics

15. Top OT4 moments

16. Top OT3 moments

17. Top TommyJon moments

18. Top Davs moments

19. Top Vietreau moments

20. Top Dommy moments

21. Top Danlo moments

22. Top JonJon moments

23. Top [insert other pairing here] moments

24. If you could only write/read/think about one pairing for the rest of your life, which would it be?

25. Most underrated pairing?

26. What is a pairing you haven’t seen anything about but would love to see?

Fic-Related

27. Fic that you wrote that you feel went under the radar

28. Fic that you’ve read that you think went under the radar

29. Favorite fic that has less than 30 kudos

30. AU that you would like to see more of in CM fic

31. What is the one fic that you wish someone would write?

32. Favorite [insert pairing] fics

33. What is your favorite side character to read/write?

34. How many WIPs do you have going now? Will you tell us about one of them?

35. If you could go back and revise one of your older stories, which would it be?

36. Is there a trope you’ve yet to try your hand at, but really want to?

37. Is there a trope you wouldn’t touch with a ten foot pole?

38. What canon PODSA event would you most like to see written about/write about yourself?

39. I really loved [insert fic]. If you were ever to write a sequel, what do you think might happen in it?

40. If you could write the sequel (or prequel) to any fic out there not written by yourself, which would you choose?

[mpdgoblin]

“i feel like everyone’s miles away from me.” ot3

Tommy is awake when his phone rings, because of course he is. Beside him, Jon gives a snore that sounds like a complaint, and flops over, burying his face in the pillow. Tommy swings his legs out of bed, answers the phone on his way into the living room without looking at the screen.

It’s his personal phone, not his BlackBerry, but his heart rate is up all the same when he says, “Hello?”

Lovett says, croakily, “Hey, did I wake you up?”

Relief hits at the same time as a new concern bubbles up in his chest. Tommy sinks onto the couch, doing the math. Four AM here, so it’s one in the morning in LA.  “No,” he says, honestly.

“What the fuck,” Lovett says. “I should have woken you up. Honestly, Tommy, isn’t Jon looking after you at all?”

“Thanks,” Tommy says, instead of saying, why are you awake? “And I can look after myself.”

Lovett sniffs. “Clearly not, if you’re still not sleeping,” he says, but even over the phone Tommy can tell his heart’s not in it. He pulls his legs up onto the couch, grabs for the blanket slung over the back. Lovett had bought it the last time he’d visited, claimed it was for his own good now that he was used to LA weather and would definitely freeze to death in the icy expanse of Jon’s very temperately heated apartment, but Tommy had seen the way Lovett had watched the two of them bundle up under it, the way his expression had turned soft, pleased, like he was nurturing something he didn’t want to break.

“You okay?” Tommy asks, knowing the answer. “You can talk to me.”

“I know,” Lovett says, and sniffs again. Sometimes it’s easier for Lovett to be vulnerable when he’s alone, much as Tommy wishes it were otherwise. He wants to be there. He wants Lovett to be here. “I called you.”

“I’m rolling my eyes,” Tommy tells him. “You can’t see it, but I am.”

“Pithy,” Lovett says, and goes quiet again. Tommy waits, and doesn’t say anything.

This is one of those moments Lovett is always talking about. Liminal space. The early hours of the morning in the dark living room, the feeling of the soft blanket over his shoulders and Lovett breathing on the other end of the phone.

Lovett blows out a frustrated, wobbly breath. “I just,” he says, “I feel like – I feel like everyone’s miles away from me. And you are, so. It’s not like there’s anything we can do about it. It just. That’s how it is.”

That is how it is, but that doesn’t mean that it doesn’t sit under Tommy’s breastbone like a foreign object, splintering and unwelcome.

“Lovett,” he says. He doesn’t know where he’s going with it, but he has to say something. Lovett is miles away. They’re miles away from him, from his laugh and his grumpy mornings and the way he hogs the duvet and drinks the last of the coffee. From all the things that make him theirs, that just can’t be replicated properly over the phone, over Skype. “We miss you,” he says, voice thick. “We really –”

Jon is in the doorway suddenly, sleep rumpled. “Lovett?” he says, padding over to the couch, and then, leaning into the phone: “What is it? Is everything okay?”

Tommy drapes the blanket over Jon’s bare legs, nestling in closer.

“Why are you awake?” Lovett says, in place of hello. “I thought you were sleeping. You should both be asleep, fucking hell.”

Jon catches Tommy’s eye: they can both hear it in Lovett’s voice, the happiness that they’re not, that they’re with him, alongside the genuine irritation about their general level of exhaustion that he had even in the White House, even when it was his level too. Lovett’s care is couched in annoyance, sometimes, and it settles warm against Tommy’s skin.

“I’m not asleep,” Jon says, quietly. He’s pressed against Tommy so they can both hear and don’t have to put the phone on speaker; the three of them caught in this middle of the night bubble, the living room dark and Lovett’s voice clear. “We’re here. We’re here with you.”

[crookedexchange]

Hello again… we’re back, this time with something new! Come join the inaugural Crooked Remix Challenge, a remix challenge run by @lucy-vanpelt and @undeployed for this growing podcast empire! Please poke around the profile to see if you’re eligible and get an idea of what to expect; sign-ups begin August 10th!

What is a remix challenge?

A remix is a retelling of an already written work. Wicked is a remix of The Wizard of Oz. Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead is a remix of Hamlet. A Study in Emerald and The Great Mouse Detective are both remixes of Sherlock Holmes. The idea is to retain the spirit of the original story while writing something in the style and manner of your choosing. 

In a remix challenge, you will be assigned an author and write a remix of one of their stories, and one of your stories will be remixed by someone else. A remix challenge is a great opportunity to flex some writing muscles and celebrate how creative fandom can be!

*All dates start at midnight UTC - 7pm Eastern/4pm Pacific of the previous day.

10 Aug - 25 Aug: sign-up period

26 Aug: assignments go out

26 Oct: assignments due

1 Nov - 6 Nov: staggered work reveals

11 Nov: author reveals

If you’d like to sign up as a pinch hitter, submit your email and AO3 name here!

[mpdgoblin]

lovett & emily, “just breathe… you’re okay, i promise, just breathe.”

It’s nearing the end of 2015 and Lovett hasn’t written anything in a year. Across the street, Jon and Emily have started making noises about looking for somewhere bigger maybe, somewhere with more space for them all now that Tommy and Hanna are thinking of making the move out to Cali. 

Here @ ao3 

[greenmantle]

trc characters as jon lovett tweets

adam

blue

gansey

henry

noah

ronan

[romansroys]

Visit Original Link

this is a minute and a half of lovett laughing in case you’re ever sad

[romansroys]

this is the happiest day of my liiiiiiiife 

[threeblondeswithanxiety]

performing for a very captive audience

[everyonewillsee]

all grown up and getting married

[romansroys]

awkward but still cute 

[threeblondeswithanxiety]

we are all priyanka

[persuna]

Visit Original Link

“The hero of this story is the ending.” 

P*DSA 24th June 2018

[karaswisher]

when you’re gay (or not)

[littlemousling]

Sudden telepathy! Secrets! Intimacy! Rimming!

Title: Between the Thought and the Action Pairing: JLov/Tommy Rating: Explicit Word count: 28,278 Summary: Tommy’s had enough practice keeping secrets that hiding his feelings about one of his best friends is mostly a breeze … right up until the joint telepathy kicks in.

Co-writer: Moogle62, who deserves at least 2/3rds of the credit and also you should read her other excellent P0DSA fic immediately

Notable content: Contains characters seeing things in each other’s minds without express permission, including very low points and panic attacks.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15287352

NB: it’s locked to archive users because we all know these lovable dorks have google alerts for themselves.

[machinecreature]

two kinds of people

[itsrewarding]