#it is excellent

[mizgnomer]

David Tennant’s red carpet look at the EE BAFTA Film Awards - February 2024

for Tennant Tuesday (or whatever day this post finds you)

[tummy-friend]

currently drawing fat fanart, hand on my belly

[scifigrl47]

Got a commission from @meredithmcclaren and I can't stop giggling.

I asked for "Steve Rogers or Captain America with flowers" and I could not be more pleased in the result. 10/10, would commission again in a heart beat. 8D

[panthermouthh]

Hey! I saw some of your Dracula posts. And I'm not sure you'd be interested in this but there's a Dracula ballet that's excellent

Oh not only have i seen it, i have forced every friend i have to watch it and think about it 24/7

[daydreamdoodles]

Noir is a heckin menace and should not be stopped

[sapphire-weapon]

so apparently tumblr posted the ACTUAL EXPLICIT VERSION of the previous post after i cut the end off 

and then saw it had posted anyway

and edited it to remove it again

and then wandered away from my PC to do dishes

and came back to find that TUMBLR STILL KEPT IT IN

it wasn’t even finished lmao i reached a point and was like “this is too much” and just stopped

IT SHOULD FINALLY BE GONE NOW BUT for those of you who got to the post early, congrats i suppose LMAO

this is the problem with posting from drafts ig. tumblr just like “BUT THIS IS THE VERSION I SAVED” bitch i don’t care you post what i fuckin tell you to post shut up

[leavingautumn13]

WIP asks 15, 18, and 21

15. In as vague of terms as possible (to avoid spoiling), how do you anticipate this chapter/fic to end?

Bittersweetly. The main plot of Fo4 is actually really sad in my opinion, and the game itself doesn't really explore the things I would have liked it to, especially not emotionally. So, I'm writing this fic where I get to have fun and be super granular and worldbuild and get into the sole survivor's head and stuff--but at the end of the day I still think it's a tragedy.

18. Share the scene you just wrote, written from another character's POV.

The only two POV characters are Nora and Nick, so this isn't the most recent scene I've written, just the most recent where they're together. This is from Nora's POV; the original scene is from Nick's. TW for some mentioned violence and death.

“How are you feeling?” Valentine asked lowly.

Tension made her chest and shoulders ache, twisted her stomach into a knot. How was she supposed to answer that? Losing Dana, Shaun, hell, everyone she’d ever known, and waking up two hundred years in the future, completely and utterly alone—that was terrifying to the point of being incomprehensible, and that was an understatement.

But she’d had a goal: find her baby. And she hadn’t been alone for long.

Now her best lead was dead and she was no closer to Shaun than she had been when she first stepped out of the vault months ago.

She didn’t feel like anything, which meant she felt like too much. She felt like radio static, maybe, like her head was stuffed full of gauze. Like she needed a shot of something strong and alcoholic, or another one of Valentine’s cigarettes. Like she needed to crawl back into the vault cryopod and sleep until she finally woke up from this fucking nightmare. Like she wanted—needed to beat Kellogg to death for a second time for taking away all that was left of her family.

That last one. The thought was frightening but she didn't have the energy to analyze it right now, and Valentine was still watching her from the corner of his eye, waiting for an answer.

She curled and uncurled her fingers at her side. “Like I want to break something,” she said, as honestly as she cared to. “Or scream.”

21. Share 3 songs that would belong on a playlist for this chapter/fic.

Dirt Poor Robins - Wax Cylinder Sonata

Metric - Clone

Florence + the Machine - Various Storms & Saints

(Here's the full playlist!! I'm working on art for it atm so stay tuned for that!!)