#if it's something you'd like to see

[whentommymetalfie]

I re-read Bird Song during the holidays and my deepest respect for being able to write such an important topic so well and with the necessary love for details to make it so realistic!

I guess we all want to get Tommy out there as soon as possible but unfortunately it won't be as easy as Tommy simple stepping out of it and guess Alfie abducting him wouldn't be realistic, would it!?

Anyway I love it and looking forward to more :)

Btw. I know you are busy and I do not expect you to write even more, but you mentioned that you had more planned for October and so I wanted to ask if you would share what you had in mind but didn't get to write? Or other ideas for later. Only if you want ofc.

Thank you so much ❤️ This just made my day to hear❤️

And oof let me tell you, I also want Tommy out of there as quickly as possible. But just as you say, the story sort of has to get to a certain place first before I can make it work. I'll stay away from spoilers (even if I'm always dying to give things away) but let's say that the next chapter is a pivotal point of sorts. In more ways than one.

As for the unfinished whumptober fics, I can absolutely share some ideas I had, at various stages of completion.

Two which were just at various stages of loose concept:

-A sequel to ‘Coping’ where Alfie is set on getting revenge on Changretta for what he did to Tommy, which is his way of dealing with the situation. Tommy is living with him and not doing well, and Ada is there to look after him while Alfie is ‘working’ at the bakery.

-Something more set in an omega-verse where omega-Tommy is married to alpha-Grace, and is completely heartbroken after she is killed. Afraid that he’s going to fade away completely, his family calls Alfie for help. Here, the two of them are just friends and business partners to begin with. This was inspired by an ask I still have in my inbox.

And two which were at more of the ‘draft stage’

-A fic for the prompt conveinece store/loneliness I had a modern AU taking place entirely in, well, a convenience store. Alfie and Tommy don’t know each other yet, and Alfie quite literally runs into him (meet-cute vibes, sort of). Then we follow along as they keep running into each other there over the course of a two months or so. And Alfie realises slowly, even from his limited POV, that Tommy isn’t doing very well. Which let’s say, escalates, at the end. I’ll keep it at that if I do ever manage to finish it. I do have a rough draft. 

-I also had a draft for a story where Arthur comes home high and drunk and gets in a fight with Tommy, ending up accidentally hurting him badly. I just re-read it and realized it’s virtually finished, but I remember feeling too insecure to post it at the time, but you can have a little snippet if you’d like: 

“It was an accident.” 

“Get out of my fucking sight, you hear that? Or I’m going to accidentally smash your fucking head open too- go get help, he’s fucking… bleeding all over the place. Tommy, I need you to open your eyes.” 

This time, he manages

“There we go, good boy.” Alfie tries to give him one of those reassuring smiles but doesn’t quite succeed and Tommy decides he needs to keep his eyes open because he doesn’t want Alfie to look so scared. And he’s fine, isn’t he, he just… fell, he’ll be fine in a second. “Talk to me, what happened?” 

“I told you, it was just a fucking accident!” Arthur’s voice hurts his head. Why is Arthur here?

He’s drunk, stumbles when he moves towards them, and his eyes look strange, not like his own. Seems to vibrate from something deep inside. 

“I swear if you take another step I’ll fucking end you- Go get someone, we need to take him to ta hospital.” 

No, no hospitals, he doesn’t need to go to a hospital.

“It’s fine,” he says. The fear in Alfie’s eyes only grows. 

...

That's it, sort of. Thank you again for your message ❤️

[lucabyte]

even dogs pass the mirror test

[uncanny-tranny]

Part of the reason I'm so amused when people think trans people are ultra-sensitive is remembering that when I was in middle school (thirteen at the oldest), I was out as trans, and the school administration called me into their office to tell me one of my teachers was "uncomfortable" with how trans I was. What was the thing I did to be "too trans"? Just saying I'm a boy. Literally that was too much for him and he needed the administration to tell me personally that he was offended.

If that's what a calm, rational person looks like... I think I'll settle with being the insane guy. You couldn't pay me any amount of money to be offended at a child for who they are. And if you're an adult who is like that, I mean this from the bottom of my heart, but you're a loser.

[stil-lindigo]

the fox god.

a comic about a trickster.

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[sinnettini]

thank you very much. // thank you for the player you are.

[macksartblock]

beware of burnout it's so real i'm afraid

also bc ended up making my writing into a font to avoid killing my hand as much and bc I saw Caden do this, I thought it would be fun to see who y'all think it suits lol

[thatonesubwaypenguin]

🍰 Subway Train Cake!!! 🍰

Submas are really loving this cake! I found a lot of pictures of subway and steam train themed cakes yesterday! This one cake in an article inspired me to make this!

[awkward-parabuteo]

A DAY IN THE RETRAINING OF MY HARRIS'S HAWK, ARAMIS

Come along for a glimpse at our routine!

Starting with fetching the man himself from his mews. Aramis is kept tied during the early stages of training, but is otherwise free lofted.

His pre-meal weight is noted, then we go on a short manning walk. There was a little breeze this morning and he got excited!

Then we're off to practice his recall to the glove! Aramis' meal is devided into tidbits and we repeat this exercise a few times. We just want him to hop on the fist in the beginning. Over time, we'll be able to recall him from a much greater distance as we continue to adjust his weight and his motivation increases. I'll also reintroduce him to the lure soon. He's very familiar with the process by now (this is our 7th hunting season together) and retraining usually doesn't take very long.

Aramis is weighed again once we're done, then he waits patiently in the travel box for me to move his bow perch outside (he really likes his box).

Time for a second manning walk!

Aramis is provided fresh water and gets to weather in the yard for the rest of the day since it's nice outside.

That's it for now, thanks for joining us! :)

[awionetka]

𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞! ✩

3, 2, 1, go! love and deepspace boys become street racers (while possibly romancing you in the process)...

𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫: fluff (?), drabble. street racer!Xavier x undercover cop!reader. could be treated as a preview for a (possible) longer fic.

𝐗𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐫 / 𝐙𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞 / 𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐥 / 𝐒𝐲𝐥𝐮𝐬 / 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐛

𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠…

✩ face-off; jimin

✩ houdini; dua lipa

✩ journal of ardency; class actress

You weren't exactly eager to go undercover.

Such thing, however, couldn't have been said about your coworker, the very same you ended up being partnered with. Truth be told, his brand new identity practically oozed excitement – after receiving a freshly out of the dealership flaming red Mitsubishi, he was to enter the street racing scene in downtown Linkon and hopefully blend in. His budget was overwhelmingly flexible; your supervisors would have gifted him the entire solar system, if it meant breaking the illegal racing ring that had been causing them nightmares of this caliber.

And while he was getting acquainted with his brand new ride, learning all the local slang terms and memorising codenames of his future rivals, you were preparing to reduce your skill and intellect to a non-threatening, possibly also quite charming, level, one that would allow you to pose as his "girlfriend". You tried to tell yourself that all of this was for the best – dumbing yourself down just the right amount would encourage people to trust you more, invite you places, talk to you about things they shouldn't really but oh, you were just so clueless, it couldn't cause any real problems now, could it?

So, you gritted your teeth, studied the case files day and night and obediently let the rest of your team mold you into someone a little bit more digestible. While they were picking out skirts and tops, dyeing and cutting your hair, you were choosing your primary target. And because you were never one to aim low or produce anything even remotely close to mediocre, it was him you singled out.

The enigmatic racer commonly went by the pseudonym Orion. Brief and straightforward, it resembled his demeanour remarkably well. Orion was hard to spot before the races, as he was never one to boast, and even harder to detect during the competition itself, leaving his rivals far behind as soon as lap number one was completed. Your team couldn't even get a hold of a proper photo to include in his personal file; all you had at the moment was a rather blurry and faraway shot of Orion standing awkwardly next to his car of choice – which was confirmed to be an R33 GTR Nissan Skyline spray painted white, silver and royal blue. From this lighting and angle, you couldn't even be sure whether his hair was brown or blond. However, given your boundless ambition, you assured yourself you would fill up that file in no time.

The defining moment came a couple of weeks later, during your third race (well, your boyfriend's third race). It was late November and your bare shoulders were slowly but surely becoming more and more frozen solid with each passing minute. Your partner's right arm was loosely wrapped around your midriff, offering you little to no comfort when it came to fighting off the ever-present cold. So you excused yourself, retreating to the questionable sanctuary of the makeshift garages which were at least partly covered with some resemblance of a roof.

You were already rubbing your hands together like a fly, convinced you found the perfect nook to wait out the race in, but then you rounded the corner and... well.

"Are you..." The man in front of you spoke up after an elongated moment of silence, snapping you out from your state of utter confusion. "Going to say something? You're beginning to scare me a little."

Your brows furrowed, as though on command, making the stranger chuckle. He got up from his spot, arms outstretched, and yawned.

"Sorry." He scooted over a bit, uncovering a small vending machine with hot drinks that was kept hidden behind his back. "Just don't tell them I'm here. Then, you can stay for as long as you like."

You pointed at the machine wordlessly, a gesture that he must've interpreted as a polite request directed personally at him, because shortly after he fished out some loose change from his pocket and nodded at the beverage options.

"Anything you like?"

Stepping a little closer, you skimmed the list. The heat radiating off his body forced a shiver out of you. "What's this black tea like?"

He hummed. "Not too bad. A little bitter. There's no sugar in this thing though."

"I'll live."

The stranger handed you the steaming cup, acknowledging your quiet "thank you" with a warm smile. Suddenly, you felt an unfamiliar weight on top of your bare shoulders and immediately sent him a cautious glare, one he met somewhere halfway, with eyes open wide and a lopsided smile.

"It's denim, so it's not that warm," he muttered, adjusting his jacket on your body, careful not to let his touch linger for too long. "But it appears you're in a more dire need of it than me."

You were already parting your lips to offer a reply, when the garage doors slid open, letting in a gust of freezing wind.

"Yo, Orion! The race's starting in like five minutes, man! Where'd you gone off to?"

A wave of utter disbelief washed over you in an instant, leaving you stiffened mid sip, as the man in front of you, Orion, shot the other a mean glance.

"Coming!" He redirected his gaze to you, awkwardly patting your jacket clad shoulder once in some type of reassurance. "Keep it. I'll come get it after the race."

"...Thanks." Your reply failed to reach Orion, as he was already squeezing past the garage doors, looking back only once, as if to check on your confused form. And then, he was gone.

Holy fucking shit.

Xavier could feel Jeremiah's voice through the earpiece, complete with the persistent buzzing and faint vibrations. Yet, he didn't hear a single word from it, and even if he would have, it certainly wouldn't stick around in his head long enough to be properly processed.

The steering wheel beneath his fingertips was burning hot, all the friction leaving their very own imprints on Xavier's skin. He had it under control. Jeremiah should have known that by now, that way maybe he'd lay off the excessive yelling.

The first words made out from all the surrounding noise reached Xavier's ears mere seconds before the Skyline sped past the finish line.

"Cops!" he said frantically. "The cops are here, Xavier, turn back around!"

The adrenaline that took over his body so unapologetically during the race, only intensified when he hit the brakes, stopping just a couple of steps away from you.

Body still clad in a denim jacket, his denim jacket, you were leaning against one of the cars parked by the garages, a flashy Mitsubishi owned by an even flashier driver who backed out last second after locking eyes with Xavier. The very same who now stood next to you, pressed against your side like a velcro tab, right arm sneaking under the jacket to hook around your waist.

The pre-police sweep frenzy separated you and Xavier in an instant, together with this delicate, slightly peculiar link you managed to establish back in the garages before the race. As he made his way to one of his hideouts, it was as though it kept tugging him back, clouding his judgement in a way he couldn't quite understand. But he urged himself to leave it alone, leave you alone, together with your bare shoulders and a man with a tawdry car who wouldn't even notice when they started shaking.

It was only when he finally got out of his Nissan and the brisk air enveloped his skin, that he realised he hadn't gotten his jacket back. And even though it wasn't of that much importance to him anyway, meaning he wouldn't really mind if you kept it, something was telling him that you had a different understanding of the subject. Which resulted in a swift realisation, one that, against his own better judgement, forced Xavier's heart to skip a couple of beats here and there.

He would, inevitably, see you again.

[triglycercule]

imagining this very funny totally amusing bit where dust (despite having a lot of pockets) makes horror carry a lighter for him (only because he can't be bothered to remember to bring one on him all the time) and horror keeps it in his head

but horror's a dick so everytime dust wants to smoke and he needs a light horror's always like "whats the password :3" (he actually said the emoticon i was the quotation marks) and dust has to guess. because horror changes it every time. and its never something predictable. and then he either just totally gives up on that cig or he has to forcefully dig into horror's head to get the lighter because horror's being a PRICK

now dust is shoulder deep into horror's eyesocket while horror is clawing and screaming and killer's just standing there behind them watching this unfold with that fuckass smile on his face (he can't get this type of entertainment anywhere else)

[jennacrtega]

jenna ortega on the late show with stephen colbert

[the-judicial-assistants-notebook]

not enough discussion about the gavins' complicated relationship with feminine-coded/beauty products, i don't think.

[auriidae]

puts you in a lab and hits you with my 1 Billion Unfinished Ethubs blast and then watches you closely to record the effects. the fact that some of them are bald is never explained

[cementcornfield]

What a throw! What a fucking throw! Joe fucking Burrow!

[corviiids]

do you know what an experience it was watching code geass and death note for the first time in the 2020s having spent years seeing im at soup and all according to keikaku all over the internet and somehow never making the fucking connection until the scenes themselves popped up in front of my face

[chongoblog]

@steamenginetgirl Sure thing!!

I figure that some parts of it will be left up to the imagination (mostly the sokoban puzzles and the kraken boss fight, how to implement The Echoing Voices, and how to actually unite the shark, squid and crab), but here are some other notes I have regarding the game design that weren't mentioned in the Google Point

-The "Start" Room doesn't have a sokoban puzzle in it, and neither do boss rooms. But every other room does, which makes 70 of these multi-directional sokobans total. If I have time I might try to design some myself, but that's a decently sized "if" since I've got a lot on my plate atm

-IDEALLY with each Sokoban puzzle, it should only be possible to travel down one of the pathways, and choosing one way

-In these notes I kind of imply that the torches only light up after you've beaten the Kraken boss. I like to think that the torches may have already been lit from the beginning with each room having the torches in the four corner (like how its drawn in the notes) with the flames either lit or unlit.

Either way, there's a lot of room for creativity, so if you want to put your own spin on the idea, that works too!! After all, there's no point in spreading ideas from person to person if only one person's passion comes through.