my friend will not go see stopmotion bc she says she will die, on a scale 1-10 how much will she die and do u agree it would be a worthwhile death? thank u for ur input
I mean depends on how much fucked up little puppet guys freak her out. If they are scary even marginally I’d say that’s a solid 8 death. They got all the freaks: guys made of clay, guys made of meat, fuzzy guys, humans that turn into clay guys, and one Slappy from Goosebumps looking motherfucker. Also a couple real rough gore scenes.
here's a secret: someone i work with wants to keep our notes in a shared word document and uses different colors and bolding without rhyme or reason. it's driving me mad because my brain shuts down immediately when i open the doc!!! nothing makes sense!!! so i've created a secret little spreadsheet where i keep the most important notes just for myself
ur fader wip was one of the first things i thought of when i saw the floral travii!!!
oh, goodness. i think i am too afraid of fader. you know, one of those things where it has a life of its own and i’m not sure how to wrangle it into its proper shape. but i am glad the floral travii have somehow summoned this wip for you, it needs all the summoning energy to call it into existence, I feel like
If lvett is the zayn, how do the others map out?? I am a 1d imbecile!! Pls enlighten
it’s VERY difficult. once lvett zayned out of the white house early, his place in the boy band pantheon was secure, but after that i hit a brick wall. MAYBE fvs is liam, a sweet lunkhead with unexpected competencies and an occasionally emergent temper. MAYBE tommy is niall, the privately anxious peacemaker with hidden depths. but who is harry, the charismatic sex-mad alien life form? who is louis, the insistently regular bloke with a baby and a disdainful lip curl? it’s not a great fit, but if dan has to be harry or louis, louis it is. WHICH MEANS THERE’S NO HARRY!!! truly a sad state of affairs, sorry harry.
for the fic ask meme, 11, 12, or 13 for in the arms of the same sea, please and thank u? (feel free to just answer one if u want!!) <333
11: What do you like best about this fic?
This fic was the first thing I’d written and finished without being prompted, like for Yuletide or something, in AGES, and it was such a good feeling. Also, I love writing oral, so there’s that, and, ALSO, this line:
“Do it,” Tommy says, barely recognising his own voice through the need. “Please, Jon - fuck ,” and Jon shoves him forward, pushing Tommy’s face against his hard, hot dick.
12: What do you like least about this fic?
I USED “JON” FOR LOVETT THE WHOLE WAY THROUGH AND IT THROWS ME OFF EVERY TIME NOW
13: What music did you listen to, if any, to get in the mood for writing this story? Or if you didn’t listen to anything, what do you think readers should listen to to accompany us while reading?
I have a whole tommyjon playlist called “happiest little shoe” so I listened to that A Lot, but specifically Same Sea by Lights. (as I am sure no one can tell by the title wheee I am a subtle person)
i would like to request “Close your eyes and hold out your hands.” for JONJON, please and thank you!!!
Lovett’s had boyfriends who loved to kiss him as a way to shut him up. Guys who loved to rile him, and then try to quiet him down with their lips like they thought he was the person they could indulge in some sort of fucking rom-com lifetime movie shit with. He hates it every time. It ends in his hands pushing back against their chest and his mouth twisted in anger.
So his hackles are raised when he sees Jon advancing towards him, determined and like he’s made up his mind- like he’s on a mission, while Lovett goes on a tirade against Netgear (he had to reset his router three times last night, it was disgusting on an emotional level).
He already feels irritated, but he’s still in the middle of how stupid it is that their current promotion has a lower rate than what he’s currently paying (”Yeah I found a better deal- FROM YOU. IT’S ON YOUR FUCKING SITE YOU TROGLODYTES!”), and he’s not going to cut himself off just to tell his boyfriend not to kiss him, that seems like something he should wait to snap out until they’ve been together for at least a month. When the twilight of their newish relationship period is over, then Lovett can submerge Jon in the deep end of Lovett’s neuroses.
Jon’s mouth is doing that twisted soft smile thing, the one where one side is higher than the other, and his arms wrap around Lovett’s waist, lips pressing a kiss to Lovett’s temple instead of his mouth. Letting him still go on about the injustices of paying for wifi.
It shouldn’t make him emotional. It shouldn’t feel like a momentous thing. It does. It makes him end his rant with an “Anyway…” trailing off and going quiet and still.
“Hey,” Favs says quietly after a while, his palm rubbing up and down Lovett’s arm, both of which are laying still at his sides, “close your eyes and hold out your hands.”
“What?”
“What do you mean ‘what?’ Do I need to get a blindfold? Maybe one of those luxury eye masks, would that be more your speed?”
That… would be interesting. That could be a venture they could explore at a later juncture. He’d tried gags before, and hated it. Blindfolds though… Lovett swallows the comments, and narrows his eyes at Jon, giving him a suspicious squint before closing them and raising his hands.
He knows what it is from the first press of metal, warm from Jon’s body heat where he probably had it in his pocket. If he rubs his thumb over the ridges, he’d probably recognize each dip and point from when he’d nervously fiddled with it outside of Jon’s front door, before he’d finally gone in and kissed him for the first time.
He opens his eyes, looks down at the key. “I already have a key to your house.” he says, blankly.
And it is the key. Lovett can see now the familiar lines of the cutting bits. The head is customized in the shape of a dog’s face, because Jon’s a giant dork. Whether it’s Pundit or Leo, Lovett doesn’t know, it’s too indeterminate. That was probably part of the appeal.
“I know. A problem of being friends so long, I guess- not! Not a problem,” he placates, when Lovett snaps his head up to give him a long-suffering look. Only half kidding with his betrayed eyes. “Just… an issue, you know. The key’s… the key is a gesture. I know you have one, but not as…”
“Not as partners.” Lovett says, getting it. This stupid romantic soft-bro. It’s probably better that he did it during Lovett having a tantrum. His natural inclination would probably be an expensive restaurant or something else that would put Lovett on edge. But… Jon’s nothing if not considerate. He pulls out his key ring, trying to slip it on.
“Seemed like the right time.” Jon says, like he read his mind.
Lovett takes his hand, gives it a squeeze before saying, “I’m not giving you the other one back, it’s in the middle and I’m not undoing my entire key ring.”
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ahhhh ezra miller!!!!!
his band was good!!! lovett sat on stage when they performed and bopped his little head. lovett also made a joke abt how when the band first emailed jon and tommy told him “you have to book them” and then lovett paused for awhile and went “...they didn’t say that”
