#otterknowbynow

[afoxnamedmulder]

@otterknowbynow here's like fifty pages of dialogue ready to go if they ever do make The Sight a film (which they SHOULD)

[unironicallyardentnerd]

So @hstylesbians tagged me to create a moodboard of 9 jellycat toys! I went with ones that most match my Vibe :)

This was adorable and I wish I could genuinely own all of these.

Tagging @hatoratomoen @beau-lesbian @otterknowbynow and anyone else who sees this and wants to give it a go. Here's the website!

[alounuitte]

"Everybody's Lonely" - Jukebox the Ghost

couldn’t listen all the way through | not my thing | it’s okay | kinda catchy | ok i really like this | downloading immediately | already in my library

this is, fun fact, the second jtg song i have EVER heard, but i am rly into their sound from those two (the other is under my skin) 

[professorspork]

for WIP words: cloak, puppy, tired

cloak

“Ha, ha.” She moves to unclasp her cloak, but stills at the frantic way he waves her off.

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puppy

Gerda puts her foot down every time with a shake of her head and a “You can make those puppy dog eyes at me all you want, Highness, but I’ll not boil you alive.” 

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tired

She presses a drowsy kiss to his pulse point, apparently too tired to move her head from where she’s already placed it. “G’night.”

[teddytheebear]

otterknowbynow replied to your post “absolutely FURIOUS that my university is planning on in-person...”

OH GREAT another TERRIBLE CALL being made

RIGHT? like, i’ve been seeing tweets saying “quarantine isn’t over just bc you’re bored” for weeks but ONCE AGAIN, quarantine isn’t over just because you want it to be!!!!! >:(

[afoxnamedmulder]

Love story for eposette?

In hindsight, it’s ridiculous that Éponine ever thought she might be immune to Cosette’s charms. 

It begins innocently at first. Éponine is peering through the gateposts at Rue Plumet, trying to catch a glimpse of either the Monsieur Leblanc or his daughter, when there is a rustle in the nearby bushes, too close, too late, and the daughter emerges. 

It begins with snatches of conversations through the wall. Cosette is desperate to learn about the world she only glimpses on outings with her father and Éponine discovers to her own surprise that she is happy to supply the stories Cosette craves.

When Éponine mentions one evening she might climb the wall and enter Leblanc’s garden - it is not a particularly difficult climb for her skills, even with many of the stones purposefully smoothed away to prevent such an occurrence - Cosette clasps her hands together and implores “Oh, would you?”, and Éponine is unable to resist. 

(Sometimes, Éponine wonders if Cosette remembers the tormentor from her youth; sometimes, she catches Cosette looking at her queerly and it makes her face heat with shame at the remembrance of their brief shared upbringing). 

They sit quietly on a stone bench in the corner of the garden, hidden from the house. Éponine will tell her stories and Cosette will question them mercilessly. Sometimes she will press a gift upon Éponine - good food, fine clothes - but it is not until the press of her hand on Éponine’s own that Éponine realises the true gift is Cosette herself, Cosette and her lips dusky pink in the twilight. 

(”Of course I know you,” Cosette admits with a sheepish smile, when Éponine finally works up the courage to ask. “You were the innkeeper’s daughter and now you are my Éponine, as I am your Cosette. How fortunate it is that people can change!”)

[afoxnamedmulder]

... teardrops on my guitar & jaskier (I don't go here at all, but)

It’s annoying, really, how every time he puts ink to parchment, he thinks of Geralt.

It’s bound to happen, when one’s accustomed to the fame their Witcher muse of twenty-so years brings, that those are the lyrics which spill forth easiest from Jaskier’s pen. The tales of the White Wolf bold, hair as silver and eyes as gold as the coin on his belt. It’s what the people have come to expect from Jaskier. It’s what the people want. 

They’ll love Yennefer, when Jaskier writes her in. They’ll eat up the fierce sorceress with eyes like a lilac storm and the Witcher’s failed attempts to tame her with soft words. 

Honestly, Jaskier doesn’t know what Yennefer’s problem is. If Geralt had taken that attitude to his loyal faithful trusting bard instead for even a minute-

Jaskier throws his pen down and flings his forearm up over his watering eyes. 

Right. Right. 

Writing a new song is going to have to wait a little longer. 

[afoxnamedmulder]

@otterknowbynow guess what arrived down under today!!