“You want to know what I did this week? You want to be inspired? You want to know how I’m helping bring end-times? I robbed a nursing home and I gave all the money to the NRA.”
dear everyone on tumblr who needs to host images elsewhere (e.g. to embed on ao3 etc), please give squidge a go!! it's free, it's nonprofit and it's geared towards fandom so nsfw images won't get deleted!! and please stop using imgur if you can because they blocked the uk rather than acquiesce to the fucking internet safety laws, which I can't really hold against em but it does mean all imgur pictures just show up as big purple boxes now
Not only is Squidge still around, it's expanded and grown! It is still run by the same guy, though now it's a nonprofit with a board and everything, and while they maintain all the old squidge sites as static archives, they have a new multifandom archive using the AO3 code at squidgeworld.org. They also host podfics and fanart.
For those younguns in the crowd, back in the day erotic fanworks--especially slash--was not welcome very many places. Walter was willing to host it, and has been a haven for NSFW fanworks since 1994. The various archives and so on hosted at squidge.org were never very large, compared to lots of other archives, but they were a necessary part of the fannish ecosystem, and I'm really glad that there is now a structure in place to keep the whole system running beyond just "Walter's a great guy willing to donate lots of time and money." Walter is a great guy! but like. it's good to have other people to help out and keep things going in the long run.
valarr has never been a jewellery man. before you he wore a watch, that's it. and the watch is a tool, an asset, a tax on other men's attention. the kind of thing you wear so a room knows your number before you've said a word.
but jewellery is adornment, and adornment implies wanting to be looked at in a way that isn't transactional, and Valarr has spent his whole gold-plated life being looked at and hating, somewhere very deep, that none of it ever landed anywhere real.
then you start playing with his hands.
it's nothing, at first. it's idle. you turn the watch on his wrist while he's on a call, you run your thumb over his knuckles at dinner, you fidget with him the way some people fidget with a pen. except you're not fidgeting, you're handling him, and he goes still under the touch every single time. he catalogues it the way he catalogues everything. he just doesn't tell you what file it went into.
and then a ring appears. a thin band, his right hand. you notice because you notice everything about him too, and you reach over without thinking and turn it once around his finger, lingering with pleased little hum. Valarr who beat you at this game years ago by learning the exact pressure of your thumb... Valarr has to look out the window for a long moment after.
so he buys more. he's a collector afterall. a chain, fine and warm, that sits at the open collar of his shirt so you touch his collarbones. a second ring. a bracelet that catches the light when he gestures with his hand and makes you trace that vein you like again. he tells himself it's aesthetic. it's not aesthetic. it's wolf-shaped bait.
because you tug.
the chain especially. you hook two fingers under it and pull him down to your mouth mid-sentence, mid-room, mid-anything, and it's the hungriest thing he does in public. the way he goes, the way the white streak tips toward you every time and the brown eye goes dark. he lets a chain reel him in like he's grateful for the leash, for your want. it reads, to anyone watching, as romantic. passionate. it is. it's also a claim.
you're putting a hand on something that's yours and demonstrating it, and he's letting you demonstrate it, which is the whole point, because he craves it. which is the deepest thing in him: he loves being seen as yours. he loves being the thing you reach for without looking to check it's there.
(and the internet comments. oof. he's wearing her bracelet again, half the internet has decided, and they're not even wrong. sometimes he is, because you left it on his nightstand and he put it on without a word and didn't take it off, and you smiled when you saw it, circling his wrist. and the line between his and yours has gone soft on him in a way nothing else in his life is allowed to be soft. people screenshot his hands. people make a whole thing of his rings. he never confirms anything. he just turns the band with his thumb when he thinks no one's watching, the way you taught him, the way you do.)
and the stubble. only ever the stubble, now.
he was clean-shaven for nearly thirty years. immaculate. a man who shaved twice a day for a six p.m. dinner. then one morning you dragged your mouth along his jaw and made a small, hungry sound at the rasp of it, and that was the end of the razor as a daily institution.
he keeps it short during the week (Valarr Targaryen doesn't show up to a board meeting looking unkept) but the weekends are different. the weekends are when he can keep you, when there's no reason to let you up before noon, and he lets it grow.
deliberately. he times it. he's a man who plans everything, and he's planned, specifically, to be rough against your thighs by Sunday because you told him once (didn't even tell him, just reacted) that you liked the burn of it on your skin afterward. the faint marks. the burn. the proof. he gives you the proof. he keeps the marks on you the way you keep the chain on him.
it's the same exchange, really. it always is, with the two of you. you want him, and he craves it more, so he adjusts, he welcomes it, he turns himself out a little more so you touch and claim, and the jewellery is just the most visible marker of it.
if you’re in a group rp - this is your weekly reminder to send something positive to the admins to remind them that they’re doing a good job and that they deserve breaks too. tell them how much you’re liking the rp, tell them how much you appreciate them for building a nice space for you to write your muse
if you’re in indie rp - this is your weekly reminder to send something positive to some of your writing partners. they’ll appreciate you telling them how you love the little details they include in their bios, how much you love their enthusiasm for their muse(s), how you love the way they write.
if you’re adminning an rp right now - this is your weekly reminder that you’re doing a great job and i appreciate how hard you’ve been working on it. treat yourself.
if you’re not writing right now - that’s okay! breaks are needed. and if you don’t plan on writing anything any time soon that’s okay too! you’re doing great.
Air in my lungs 'til the road begins
As the last of the bugs leave their homes again
And I'm splittin' the road down the middle
For a minute, the world seemed so simple
— The View Between Villages (Extended), Noah Kahan
for @loverboyilya who's been waiting for this set since december
Got curious about the comparison between the raw images I work with when pulling it from videos to the final gif, where I, admittedly, do not do nearly as much as many other gif makers because I don't have the fucking will.
And this is the result. Just to get it to a usable minimum that I am willing to post, there's about four layers of adjustments that I have worked into an Action so that my gifs become me hitting a single button and correcting as need be.
So respect your gif makers and reblog them because I promise you, they're probably doing a lot more than me and you can see the difference between 'nothing' and 'usable'.
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