not a destination

"You see I, bleed on the side. It's a part time thing, a private affair. I try to keep it out of the light." (Also on AO3 as torakowalski)

[thememedaddy]

[jadedanddark]

I died but I came back exactly the same. You though, I came back and you were wrong. Did the fact of my dying really damage you that much? Was bringing me back worth what it cost you? Would it have been better to just leave me?

[theboyfromcork]

Dónal presenting at the Young Playwrights Awards last week

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Thanks @lostgirl88!

[youngerfrankenstein]

Thoughts on Farscape so far.

[hihogandalfaway]

#did you know that in the directors commentary #they literally talk about how in the writers room they were sitting around asking like #how much do we think one guy can take #and they just ran with it (via @santabarbara-skies)

[aneurins-barnard]

SAS ROGUE HEROES Season 2, Episode 4

[finnwaller]

You can have both

On IG

[finnwaller]

You can have both

On IG

[i-am-a-fish]

don't be mean to yourself that's you

[i-am-a-fish]

you live there

[torakowalski]

Be A Better Us - Chapter 17

We're back! We're back with a nice long chapter! Please note the rating has gone up (for sex, it's gone up because of sex). Fandom: SAS: Rogue Heroes (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Paddy Mayne/Eoin McGonigal, Bill Fraser & Eoin McGonigal, Paddy Mayne & Ambrose McGonigal Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Second Chances, Background Relationships, Disabled Character(s), Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Panic Attacks, Chronic Pain Summary:

"We should have got a taxi," Paddy says, falling face down onto Eoin's bed with a groan.

"They drank one bottle of wine between them, I have no idea how they're that tipsy," Eoin agrees. From Dave's room next door, he can hear Tricia's giggling and Ambrose chattering on. "Swear down if they don't pipe down, I'm kicking them out onto the street."

Read Chapter 17 on AO3.

[torakowalski]

Be A Better Us - Chapter 17

We're back! We're back with a nice long chapter! Please note the rating has gone up (for sex, it's gone up because of sex). Fandom: SAS: Rogue Heroes (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Paddy Mayne/Eoin McGonigal, Bill Fraser & Eoin McGonigal, Paddy Mayne & Ambrose McGonigal Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Second Chances, Background Relationships, Disabled Character(s), Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Panic Attacks, Chronic Pain Summary:

"We should have got a taxi," Paddy says, falling face down onto Eoin's bed with a groan.

"They drank one bottle of wine between them, I have no idea how they're that tipsy," Eoin agrees. From Dave's room next door, he can hear Tricia's giggling and Ambrose chattering on. "Swear down if they don't pipe down, I'm kicking them out onto the street."

Read Chapter 17 on AO3.

[finnwaller]

Just the lads enjoying some tennis together 🥰

[amrv-5]

Does anyone know what to do about the temperature and also the prices

[torakowalski]

tagged by @etherealthistle for snippet Sunday Tuesday. This is from the next chapter of Be A Better Us, which I promise truly, truly is coming soon:

"You know," Eoin says, head tipped back against Paddy's shoulder. "We've never had a New Year's kiss." They got together in the spring and Paddy was gone by the time the next New Year rolled around. Crazy, really, to think how short a time they were actually together and how it was still long enough to reshape Eoin's whole being. "Are you expecting that to change tonight?" Paddy asks. Eoin shrugs and uses the movement to press back into him. "Well. I've got to kiss someone." "And I hope it keeps fine for you." He would sound completely casual, except his hand is splayed over Eoin's middle, heavy and possessive. "What about you?" Eoin asks. "Anyone here catch your eye?" Paddy's hand drifts down, his fingers sliding through Eoin's belt loops. "Hm. There's a wee Southern boy from Belfast. Perhaps he'll give me the time of day." "I'll tell Ambrose you're interested," Eoin offers.

[austenacious]

Tom Hayward aka Yearn King

[guzhufuren]

huge part of online fandom etiquette is to not spread other fandom people's bullshit online. seeing a take of some rando that is upsetting you and will definitely upset your fandom friends too? bury it, don't bring it up publicly, don't make others see it. people online are being mean and stupid? say internal fuck you to them, block, post something purely nice about the same thing, nip it in the bud. there are fandom wars happening? ignore them, don't notify anyone on the dash of it no matter how much you want to complain, let them die out instead of fanning the flames to make them spread further on another person. if that's not possible, rant and whine a bit in dms of one cool friend who is easy going and will make fun of that bullshit with you for a few minutes and help you feel lighter. there will always be miserable people online. sometimes a lot of them will be miserable at once and it will be very loud and visible and hard to ignore. learn to and don't let it snowball effect itself by transmitting the bad vibes and the existence of bad opinions to a next person, who might at this moment be clueless about it and be in the middle of having the time of their life with whatever it is you both chose to love so much, and will probably get that beautiful special moment ruined if you drag the dirt around in front of them. have fun with fandom. keep it cleaner from dirt. let your friends have fun with it carefreely and joyfully. the only way to fight this kind of hate is by loving louder

[wizardshark]

99% of queer discourse stops right before they define the true difference between bisexual and pansexual!

[saspitite]

FOR THE LAST FUCKING TIME

BISEXUALS GROW FROM THE GROUND

PANSEXUALS GROW FROM THE CEILING

[elizapad]

Happy Pride, cave dwellers 🦇

[pennyplainknits]

June Microfic: Code (481 words)

Written for the @steddiemicrofic prompt 'pride' wc: 481 words| rated: T | No warnings | Additional Tags: Eddie Munson Lives, Secret Codes, Season five, Rockin' Robin and Sound Guy Steve, Lynyrd Skynyrd

This marks a full YEAR of writing a microfic a month! Thanks mods for running the challenge!

Also on AO3

“No, no don’t do this to me,” Eddie mutters as the radio crackles and fades in and out. He pulls out the aerial, angles it just so, and Robin’s voice resolves out of the static.

“-15 minutes of back to back rock for all you listeners out there who still think it’s the 1970s. To start off, a classic from Lynyrd Skynyrd and some fun facts for those long, lonely, lockdown nights where you’ve exhausted every possible topic of conversation with the same four people. Hey, who knows? Maybe your aunt would like to know that as well as Mississippi Boy which is caressing your ears now, their debut album included the seminal Tuesday’s Gone, considered by many to be Van Sant’s finest hour. But don’t stop there, because if you make it to the last of the eight tracks you’ll find the legendary Free Bird, with a guitar solo that goes all. night. long.”

Eddie scrabbles for the note pad and scribbles as fast as he can, capturing Robin’s code. “Tuesday… …8…damn it Sinclair why is this so complicated?”

Lucas and Erica had been beaming with pride when they presented Eddie with the idea.

“It’s simple, really.” Erica said “Even if they listen in, they’ll never crack it.”

“Simple for you,” Eddie fumes, “Not all of us have have a cryptic crossword champion for a mother.”

Mississippi Boy spins to an end and Robin’s voice fades in.

“15 minutes of rock with no interruptions,” She says. “But don’t miss me too much, I’ll be back before you know it.”

The applause FX cuts in, and Eddie can’t help but smile, imaging Steve cuing it. He really is far gone if a crackly crowd noise has him pining.

The pattern of knocks is the correct one for this week, so Eddie slides the rug aside and unlocks the trap door.

“Speak, friend, and enter,” he says as Steve’s head pops through.

“Oh, just friend, is it?” Steve says, placing the bag of groceries on the floor and pulling himself up with a flex of muscle that makes Eddie’s mouth water.

Eddie just kisses him, urgent, as soon as the trap door’s closed.

“No need to rush,” Steve says like he isn’t being just as urgent. “Didn’t you get the message? We have all night.”

“It’s been weeks,” Eddie says. “And you’re lucky I even got the time right, Robin’s riddles are getting too complex.”

“What you want her to say, ‘hey wanted murderer that’s supposed to be dead, your boyfriend’s coming to your secret hideout to fuck your brains out at 8pm on a Tuesday?’ ”

“Would be simpler,” Eddie says, letting himself be walked back to the bed. God Steve smells good. “You could add a little sound effect.”

“Hmmm,” Steve says, hand on the front of Eddie’s sweatpants. “How about I make you make the sounds this time, instead?”