#lunchtime thoughts

[judesmoonbeauty]

Do you what I really love about Jude? Well, just a few of the many things I love about him?

Contains route spoiler mentions

I love how even though Jude does have a taste for finer foods and things in life, he’ll eat at both upper scale restaurants and at pubs.

He doesn’t shirk on high quality or high-end items (I’m certain his clothing and accessories are made of the finest materials on the market), but he isn’t overly flashy.

He loves money, but he doesn’t love it just to love it. He uses it as a tool to meet his goals, and give himself the power he needs to exert his version of justice.

I also love how he’ll just sit/lay on the ground, not giving a care if he dirties his clothing (I mean, he can afford the cleaning and replacement anyway), but the point is that while Jude is arrogant, I feel like he’s also quite humble and modest.

Remember the Vday cards we received on EN? His card said he’s content with us just liking the chocolates he gave us. In his route, he’s also content with just keeping his pocket watch instead of accepting the gift from Oswald.

“This is enough fer me.”

Jude is many things, and it’s little thoughts like this that swirl around in my head all day long.

[wordrummager]

lunchtime reverie leaf shadows on the sidewalk clouds that spell your name

[air-mechanical]

Thinking of Sergei applying for a High School Physics teaching job and the Head of Department conducting the routine background check on him. And breaking into a cold sweat at what they read.

Former director of the Russian space programme? KGB prison? Defection? Drowning in qualifications?

This is way out of their league. He’s way out of their league. But they need to fill the vacancy asap - the Parent Teacher Student Association is complaining relentlessly. And Sergei has a clean driving license and is available immediately. He’s hired!

[obviously the CIA would have written a bland background for him that any future employer would see when they checked on him. just pretend some government systems messed up and all defectors' real background info is temporarily available. And the Spiro T. Agnew High School happened to access it during this time. A few hours later the Department Head accesses Sergei's record again, but it's different. Maybe they imagined all those Top Secret headers above paragraphs of harrowing detail about prison and torture and geopolitical subversion. It's been a long day]

[jedi-order-apologist]

The prequel Jedi are pretty great and I like them a lot.

[wtfjd95]

Pretty sure my bloodstream had been replaced by Monster energy drink this last week alone.

How the fuck haven't I collapsed or passed out at work yet?

[calchexxis]

If you think about how Paradise Lost is basically fanfiction, that makes Lucifer humanity’s first Blorbo.

[drarrily-we-row-along]

Microfic: Flood

The disapproving letters start as a trickle but by ten, it’s a veritable flood of letters. For a moment, I’m an 11-year-old again, longing for someone to claim me, to want me.

But I don’t need them to want me or claim me anymore.

Because, Draco, you have claimed me as your own; you have branded my skin with your lips, crowned me with your love, and clothed me in your affection.

I tether my heart to yours through the storm of hate that rages outside. We batten down the hatches, knowing everything but love fades away in the end.

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100 words for @drarrymicrofic prompt: Flood

(Also, since I named her in the tags, I’m tagging her here. @phoebe-delia I’m blaming you for this being written in first person because you wrote something in first person the other day that was so beautiful that it made me wonder if I could do it too. In spite of the fact that I haven’t written in first person in literal decades.)

[chaos-monkeyy]

Today's mood: perpetually perplexed (and mildly insulted) by fandom's tendency for immediate pearl-clutching about age differences in ships