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Thank you so much for all your beautiful TLW art ❤️ every single one is so lovely.
I'm happy you like 'em! And thank YOU for leaving tags for me to read 🫶✨
Now that the HD is out I wonder if you could possibly answer a Q for me! I thought I noticed in my last watch, when ray and Pete are leading art away from Olson, they both have their hands on his back, and I felt like they touched their fingers together just briefly - ray seemed to notice and look - like this tiny moment of personal reassurance amidst the grief. Sooooo sorry for bothering you with this but I want to know if I totally imagined it 😭
they sure do my friend 🙂↕️
Took a marvellous light on a trip with me and it was the absolute perfect holiday read. I absolutely devoured it. Wonderful ❤️
THANK YOU THANK YOU, hearts hearts hearts.
Hi there! I was just wondering if your commissions are open at the moment? No worries at all if not!
not atm only once i finish the ones i’m still doing. i usually announce when they’re open.
until I saw your city lights, honey, I was blind
fic: we weren't just pretend
fandom: Rocketman (2019) RPF, Game of Thrones RPF, Jonas Brothers
ship: Richard Madden/Taron Egerton
summary:
Sophie texts — dick are you bringing a straight boy as your date to my wedding
He replies — No, I’m bringing a straight friend as my plus one to your wedding
written collaboratively with @drawsaurus (she wrote all the good parts) and before the real thing happened (our version is more fun)
In the name of research, they fall into a YouTube-sized hole and end up watching an embarrassingly old episode of Hannah Montana featuring, frankly, three barely familiar children. Richard casts it from his phone up onto the big TV, and Taron squeezes in next to him on the sofa, despite its vastness, leaning forward, open-mouthed, like he’s completely gripped by this Disney disaster. He is absolutely charmed.
“Your little sister is marrying that?” he says, with such a smile.
“The Queen in the North can do as she likes,” Richard retorts, stressing an accent. Then: “I can’t imagine Soph marrying for anything less than love.” He swallows. “The kind that really matters, anyway.”
Taron is quiet for a moment, watching the screen. “She’s 23?”
“Mmm,” he says, thinking about how dumb he was at that age. Hungry, ready for anything. Fucking girls exclusively because that’s what he knew. What he thought he knew.
Unhappy.
“It’s Sophie’s world and we just live in it,” Richard says absently, thumbing through YouTube now to set up a better queue: gig clips, JONAS, awkward boyish interviews.
“You stayed close, huh?” Taron says, almost to himself.
“We all did,” Richard shrugs. “Practically grew up together. Came of age.”
He and Kit and Alfie, of course, were always thickest. Same age, same path. Alfie a little more prepared, having witnessed his sister’s up-and-downfall, but Richard and Kit trying to forge a shortcut through the brush, hacking at the unknown until it resembled something familiar.
Richard and Kit—
“Mm,” Taron says, stretching out and then shifting on the couch — shifting to lie on his back, his head against Richard’s thigh. A warm glow. “Lucky,” he says softly. “Me and Colin text sometimes, but— I don’t keep up with anyone, really.”
Something safe in that, Richard thinks. And something lonely. “You’ll keep up with me now,” he says, resolute.
Taron looks up at him, and his eyes are so blue, so open. Richard’s heart seizes just a little, just enough.
another request if you feel like it <3! fitzier spooning. just. exhausted, asleep, limbs wrapped around each other.
sounds about right
FITZIER REQUEST (if you feel like it!): james sucking on francis's fingers. i'd die.
and a bonus:
3, 12, 14!
hello there! for the fanfic end-of-year asks:
3. favorite line/scene you wrote this year
hhmmmmmmmm this is not necessarily my favorite because I am notoriously Bad at picking favorites, but I’m rather fond of:
“Then we will both be careful, hm?” Francis let his smile fade as he folded and re-folded Barrow’s invitation. “And we are nothing if not careful men.”
12. favorite character to write about this year
oh, that’s easy. that’d be francis crozier, brilliantly tragic & prickly darling-bastard, hopeless romantic extraordinaire, desperate lover and capable leader, expert in the art of Giving Too Many Fucks While Also Incidentally Dying, etc. etc.
14. a fic you didn’t expect to write
um….all of them?? I don’t really set out to write fics, per se. I am compelled to write them by fiction’s whimsy. I think the fic that took me most by surprise this year was Preoccupations. 2017-me would have scoffed if asked whether I’d ever write pwp, but here i am, and thar it be!