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[giveawaycard2024]

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[ekamadjid]

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[fallstaticexit]

Dani and Angel swung by Sneaky Ink Tattoo - owned by Logan- who also gave some helpful after care tips. (my yapping review in the tags)

[adultemophase]

RANT:

I didn’t wanna call it out but since someone else did I’m gonna because it pisses me the fuck off. Not to just suck myself off here but I noticed pretty quick this was probably AI because how are you updating 4 stories at once with multiple chapters (10+) a day unless u have HELLA backlog/drafts? Like I’ve been seeing that since s2 came out - ppl who upload multiple chapters a day but were clearly written in advance and just published in bulk. THATS FINE. If you’ve got chapters stock piled and are excited to get them out, do it! I’m also not blindly saying this, I read part of the story and it feels written by AI.

I just hate SO BAD that now one of the most popular fics for Arcane / caitvi, if u sort from most kudos, is written seemingly almost entirely by AI. And yes, I am confident that I can tell the difference between simply unpolished writing and AI. There are some really phenomenal writers in this fandom and people who clearly put a lot of time and effort into their writing. It just pisses me off that someone who puts little to no effort into something gets more recognition than some of the fic writers in this fandom who put a lot of work into their stuff but maybe don’t get a ton of notoriety.

If the writer sees this, I would happily beta read / give respectful constructive feedback for free on anything written from your brain and not a robot.

Rant over.

TLDR; Don’t support fics that use AI :)

[gfawkesphoenixchokingonashes]

You’ll never fight alone

Notice those arms, again, Bucky going high, Steve underneath.

But this time, it's even more intimate.

That's a hug that says you're the most important person in the world to me.

Marvel comics follows the parallels, but THEY do it right.

(Also, is that Bucky repeating what Steve said to him?)

I don't care what the others say about their relationship. This is bleeping beautiful.

[lobotomy-lady]

I wrote out an entire dissertation length rant but I'm actually deleting it & just leaving a gif that captures the energy of my current predicament in far less words

[jadedrrose]

um…. his hands/arms in this new resin figure…. 🥴

[giveawaycard2024]

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[dick-chugger]

I'M GONNA GET 4000€ FROM THE GOVERNEMENT TOMORROW

[autoboros]

Each time I close my eyes I still see Steel Eels approaching me slowly. I see Flyfish

[ebitenpura]

is eight doing ockissweek. yeah he's kissing the ground right now

[honeydots]

750 INIGORBS!!!

[upontherisers]

Things you said at the kitchen table for Mahalia & Bucky? 💙

this was such a good prompt killy thank you thank you!!! tw for a brief death mention. prompt from this list. if anyone wants to listen along, i'd throw on halloween by phoebe bridgers.

“Where were you?” she asks from the table as he enters the kitchen.

He turns over his shoulder as he pours a glass of water so he can look at her in the warm light of the overhead lamp, all tucked into her Wayne State sweater, a few dark curls escaping from her headscarf and onto her forehead. Lucky guy, he is.

“Sal’s,” he says. “Donaldson said he was paying if the Yankees pulled through, so…”

She nods hurriedly. “Of course.”

“Thought we were gonna miss last call. They scored eight in the fifth then spent the sixth walking batters, and the Tigers can’t hit for shit so there was an hour worth of foul balls.”

From the sink, he looks out into the blue night and over the fence. The sky is covered in stars, and it’s so warm that he can see the green on the trees waving in the breeze — summer has arrived, rising up from the river and soaking into everything. The grass needs mowing and the garden needs weeding but it seems cruel now to cut down things at the height of realizing they’re alive. Maybe he’ll take Mahalia to the lake this weekend, or rent a rowboat on the river and watch her look over the side and marvel at the fish. Lucky guy.

“It cleared out during the eighth once it was clear which way it was going. Every seat had a view of home plate. You would’ve liked—”

A sniff interrupts him. Turning, he catches a shine on her cheek before she wipes it away, reaches for the cane resting between her thighs, and pushes back from the table as if to leave, but she stays seated.

“Mahalia?”

“No, it’s—I’m, I’m fine.” Her gaze is fixed on the small painted vase of wildflowers at the center of the table and he can see tears pooled above her bottom lashes — bright and golden from the glow overhead. A hand rests on the wood, flexing nervously.

His glass clatters into the sink and she jumps, tears running down her cheeks and darkening the cotton where they land. She gasps, surprised at herself, and swipes at her face with another sniff as he comes to a knee on the tile in front of her.

“Mahalia… hey, hey, hey.” He leans as she does, to the right, to the left, but she won’t meet his eyes, instead fussing at his collar and his hair with trembling hands.

“The radio,” she starts, “the radio said there was a fight. A man was killed.”

Resting her hands from his shirt, he takes them in his own and pushes his thumbs back and forth over her knuckles as she shakily exhales. “A fight?”

“After the game. They said a—a Yankees fan was drunk, they said they—they beat him to death.” Her voice cracks and the sound washes over him cold and stinging, like walking in October snow.

He kisses her knuckles and counts them, all ten, in his head. They’d left halfway through the ninth is what he hadn’t told her yet, worried about last call but the women at home most of all — Chip wanted to tuck in his girls one last time before sending them off to camp tomorrow and John was hoping Mahalia was still up so he could kiss her good night and look into her eyes and see that summer was getting to her, too. He didn’t mean it like this.

“I’ll call from Sal’s next time,” he says, but he doesn’t want a next time until he knows she won’t force herself to stay awake, alone in the dark, in a chair too stiff to rest in.

“Oh, don’t do that, I just—”

He cradles her face and she finally meets his eyes with tears tangled in the corners of hers. “They’re gonna have to do more than kill me, you know that?”

Her laugh is watery but real and the bubble of guilt in his chest pops as she pecks him on the lips and presses her forehead to his. It’s warm again, summer seeping through the tile below and rising to meet them. “How ‘bout the river tomorrow, you and me? You can see your fish.”

“You lie, John Egan,” she declares. “Those fish are nasty and smelly.”

She’s smiling all the same as she rises and handles her cane to her side, starting down the hall to their room. “But yes,” she calls over her shoulder, “we can go to the river.”

[housecow]

WHO is gonna supply me with 5 of these (each is around 1k calories and i could easily finish a few…)

[meowdei]

This artist on tiktok posted her paintings and she happened to be relatively close to where I live and one of them was SO pretty that I DM’d her asking if she’d be willing to sell it to me and I’d come pick it up myself and she agreed so I got excited and asked her how much it was and she said 750 dollars 😭

[vulpinesaint]

i had a final to get done this weekend too but i think that venom 2016 pet names compilation was a valuable use of my time as well